The MILF Next Door (Ch. 3 - Hermione + Emma) (Patreon)

Earlier that morning, Harry had taken Hermione's virginity right there in the living room, fucking her against the kitchen table as she watched her oblivious parents chatting amicably in the garden through the window. It had been a thrilling experience, made even more so when Hermione came all around him when she suddenly locked eyes with her mother through the glass panes.

The rest of the day had proceeded surprisingly uneventfully considering everything that had transpired that morning, and that suited Harry well. He had kept a close eye on both women throughout lunch and the ensuing activities, trying to read their expressions and gauge their intentions, but neither seemed inclined to cause any trouble with Daniel around - or at least none that was immediately apparent. There had been the occasional teasing smirk and regular flashes of cleavage, but nothing Harry couldn't handle.

Still, he couldn't quite relax, not with how intensely these two gorgeous women were vying for his cock, each vying to outdo the other. And though things had remained relatively tame after his morning fuck with Hermione, Harry knew that anything could happen once Daniel retired for the evening... which was exactly what happened as dusk fell upon them.

The family patriarch had yawned loudly, smiling at the three people seated around the table, "Well, I think I'm off to bed. Going to read for a bit before turning in. Don't stay up too late, you lot."

With that, Daniel had disappeared up the stairs, leaving Harry, Hermione, and Emma alone to settle in the living room as the evening air cooled down around them.

For a moment, no one spoke; they simply sat there quietly, sipping their drinks and enjoying the peaceful atmosphere after the long day's events. But as time passed, an awkward tension began to build in the silence, until finally, Hermione broke it.

"I suppose we should turn in soon; don't you think?" She asked, stifling a yawn behind her hand. In truth, she was exhausted from their earlier escapades and the emotional roller coaster ride that accompanied being caught in the act by her mother, yet she didn't dare leave Harry alone with Emma just yet. The idea of doing so terrified her, knowing full well what her mother would likely get up to without supervision.

Emma smiled wickedly from her armchair, shaking her head. "Oh, I won't be retiring any time soon," she replied coyly, her voice dripping with suggestion as she looked at Harry. "The day has just begun, after all!"

Hermione's eyes narrowed dangerously. If her mother was planning on being unreasonable, she'd just have to up her game. Mustering a polite smile, she declared, "In that case, I think I might as well stay up a bit longer too." She then stood from the couch, and looked alluringly at Harry. "My studies won't finish themselves, now will they?"

"Your studies?" Harry asked, confused. "But it's summer break."

"Yes, but I still have a lot of reading to catch up on," she replied, batting her eyelashes innocently. "And besides, I can't let my mother get ahead of me, now can I?"

With that, Hermione dropped down between his legs, settling on the carpet before him. She didn't even bother trying to hide her intent in front of her mother as she reached for Harry's belt, her gaze locked with his all the while.

"Hermione, what are you doing?" Emma asked, feigning shock.

"Well, Mum," she began sweetly, as her fingers deftly opened his pants and slipped free his cock, already half-hard within its confines. "I can't have you stealing him away from me. You already got your turn last night, after all. I think it's time for me to drain him properly and make sure there's nothing left for you after I go to bed."

Harry blushed furiously as he stared down at Hermione, watching as she eagerly took hold of his length and started stroking him firmly, eliciting a soft groan from deep within his chest. "Fuck, that feels good," he sighed softly, letting his head fall back against the sofa cushions.

"You naughty girl," Emma chuckled, clearly entertained by the scene before her, but not fazed in the slightest.

Hermione ignored her mother's taunts, focusing instead on pumping Harry's shaft with growing ease, rolling the skin taut around the rigid length, her grip tightening and releasing steadily as she wanked him to full hardness.

As she knelt between his thighs, leaning forward slightly to reach his rod, Hermione's plaid skirt rode higher, revealing the bottom curves of her buttocks where they met her upper thighs. It also served to lift her breasts more prominently, pushing them together beneath her low cut top. As such, every movement caused ripples across the surface of her bustline, causing her ample bosom to quiver enticingly.

Harry groaned at the heavenly sight before him, watching as Hermione's full, round breasts swayed gently beneath her top, her cleavage jiggling enticingly as she worked his cock.

Hermione glanced over at her mother briefly, who watched avidly from her armchair nearby. Seeing her mother's rapt attention only made her bolder, encouraging her further. Spitting into her palm, she coated Harry's shaft liberally with saliva, making it nice and wet. With renewed vigour, she returned to working his cock, using both hands this time, each grasping roughly halfway along his impressive girth. Her delicate fingers slid smoothly up and down his greased pole, gliding effortlessly with every stroke, drawing out precome like sap from a tree trunk.

"Mmmm... That's it, Hermione," Harry murmured appreciatively, staring down at her beautiful visage as she worshipped him so devoutly.

Hermione leaned in closer, determined to show Harry how good she could make him feel, her breath warm upon his member, her lips brushing luscious kisses along his swelling crown. Slowly, her mouth enveloped his tip, seizing the sensitive slit, nibbling and suckling shamelessly to pull a bead of pre-cum forth and onto her tongue.

She moaned wantonly, savouring the taste of him - musky, masculine, earthy, divine. Swirling her tongue about his flared rim, she savoured the flavour fully, drinking deeply of his essence. All too quickly, however, her lustful hunger demanded more than mere tastes; she craved satiation, desired fulfilment. And so, swallowing down her first sample, she dipped lower, taking him deeper down her throat.

"Ooh, yes..." Harry purred, eyes fluttering half-lidded. "Suck it, Hermione... Fuck... Just like that..."

His words only spurred her on, urging her to greater heights of passion. Dropping lower, she swallowed him whole, her lips sliding down his shaft, her tongue caressing every inch of his manhood as she sucked him deeper into her mouth.

Her cheeks hollowed, pulling at him tightly, squeezing him firmly as she drew back upwards, dragging her tongue along his underside, sending shivering thrills coursing through him. Then, once again, she dove back down, engulfing him deeply, submerging herself in his heat.

Emma, unable to resist the tantalising scene unfolding before her, quietly rose from her armchair, her gaze fixed upon the couple on the couch. Shedding her light blue summer dress, she revealed her lithe form clad only in a matching lacy bra and panties, her pale, freckled skin gleaming softly in the dimming daylight streaming through the living room windows.

As Harry watched in wide-eyed wonder, Emma began stripping before him, first releasing the catch of her light blue bra, letting it slip down her arms, baring her ample bosom. Her full, round breasts emerged, her nipples already stiff and at attention, beckoning hungrily for his lips.

Next, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her matching lacy panties, pushing them down her hips, revealing her neatly trimmed mound, her bare pussy glistening with her wanton arousal.

With her attire removed, Emma approached the pair slowly, a seductive smile gracing her rosy lips as she reached out to card her fingers gently through Hermione's locks. The younger woman looked up from her ministrations, blinking at her mother in surprise.

"Mum?" she questioned softly, her voice carrying just the hint of uncertainty.

"Tut, tut, Hermione dear," Emma chided, shaking her head. "You'll never drain him like that. You'll have to do even better than this if you want to keep him all to yourself."

And then, without another word, Emma dropped gracefully to her knees beside her daughter, settling in close. She smiled reassuringly at her, reaching out to brush away several strands of hair which had fallen loose around Hermione's face, tucking them behind her ear lovingly.

"Let me show you how it's done, dear," she whispered teasingly, before casting her eyes back towards Harry, watching him raptly.

Without any warning or hesitation, Emma leaned forward, capturing Harry's thick length between her plush red lips. A sigh escaped her parted lips as she took him deep within her moist depths, feeling his size stretch her oral cavity to the limit. As she settled into place, she wrapped one hand around his base, stroking the last few inches left exposed beyond her grip while simultaneously massaging his balls with gentle reverence.

A soft gasp fell from Harry's lips as he felt himself swallowed whole by Emma's eager mouth, her talented tongue snaking out to lick and lap at him wantonly. His shaft twitched and throbbed as she drew him deep inside herself, bathing his length in her hot, wet heat.

For several long moments, Emma simply held him there, savouring the sensation of having him fill her throat so completely, before finally pulling back, releasing him with a loud, wet pop.

Instead of withdrawing fully, however, she left the plump head of his cock lodged between her lips, bobbing gently in time with her breathing as she looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes dancing wickedly.

"Better, wouldn't you agree?" she challenged between mouthfuls, arching her brow playfully.

Harry could only nod mutely, rendered speechless by the sight before him. Never before had he seen such a sight - two beautiful women vying for his cock, each determined to outdo the other.

Emma wasted no time in proving her point, leaning forward once more, taking him in as deeply as possible. But instead of drawing back as quickly this time, she made sure to use every trick in her arsenal to coax forth every ounce of pleasure from Harry's member.

She sucked and sucked, drawing out moan after moan from Harry's lips as she swirled her tongue around his shaft, teasing the sensitive underside ruthlessly before running it along the thick vein running down the length of his rod. With every pass, she would draw back slightly, only to plunge deeper once more, each time taking him a little further, inching him ever closer towards the edge.

Hermione watched her mother in shock, before finally regaining her composure. She couldn't let her mother outdo her now. So, she stood up and started to strip. She shimmied out of her skirt first, letting the fabric pool around her ankles. Then, she pulled off her top, her breasts spilling out from the top of her bra.

She glanced over at Harry, who was staring intently at both of them, mesmerised by their beauty. He seemed unable to decide where to look, torn between gazing at her own gorgeous figure and her equally stunning mother. Seeing his dilemma, she decided to make things easier on him. Slowly, sensuously, she turned around, giving him a view of her perfect ass encased in black lace underwear. With a teasing grin, she reached behind her and pulled the lace down, revealing her pale, peachy cheeks and glistening arousal to his hungry gaze.

Harry swallowed hard, his eyes widening in desire as he took in the sight. Unable to resist, he reached out and gingerly trailed his fingers along the curve of her buttocks, eliciting a tiny squeal from Hermione, who wriggled delightedly under his touch.

"Fuck, you two are so fucking hot," Harry groaned, his eyes flicking back and forth between the two women, determined to catch everything.

Emma, wanting Harry to focus on her exclusively, suddenly thrust her head down, swallowing Harry's cock whole, her throat contracting around his shaft as she swallowed him down to the root.

Harry cried out at the sudden change of events, his eyes snapping back to the woman between his legs, his hips bucking wildly as his orgasm surged forth unexpectedly. Before he knew what was happening, he exploded inside her tight throat, firing shot after glorious shot of white-hot cum straight down her gullet and into her belly, bathing her innards with his seed, coating her insides in potent, sticky spunk.

"Oh my god!" Harry panted heavily, gripping the armrests tightly, trying desperately to hold back as he came harder than ever before in his life.

But Emma didn't stop sucking, didn't relent in her efforts as she swallowed and swallowed, unwilling to give her daughter even a single drop, draining his balls of every last ounce of his essence. Finally, she pulled off, leaving him wet and sticky, before licking him clean of any residue left behind.

"Mum!" Hermione protested, looking absolutely mortified at her mother stealing the load that she had worked so hard for while she was unfastening her bra. "That wasn't fair!" she said sulkily.

"Life's not fair, dear," Emma giggled, winking wickedly at her daughter before turning to give Harry a view of the mouthful of cum she'd just collected.

Before she had the chance to swallow her prize, however, Hermione lunged at her mother, grabbing her head and crushing their lips together, forcing the cum to pass between them in a passionate kiss.

Harry watched in amazement as the two women exchanged his cum, moaning and wrestling for dominance with their tongues.

As they finally broke apart, Hermione smirked at her mother, showing her some of the cum she had stolen in their fierce kiss on her tongue. "You're right, Mum. Life isn't fair."

Harry gulped, feeling his heart race at their incestuous kiss, his balls twitching with the need to fill them again. "You two are incredible," he marvelled breathlessly.

"We're not done yet, Harry," Hermione stated firmly. "I still have something to prove."

And then, without warning, she positioned herself directly in front of Harry's growing erection again. Without hesitation, she wrapped her full, ripe lips around his tip, seizing his flared rim eagerly within her warm embrace anew.

Having been given such an enticing display, it took very little work on Harry's part to find himself standing once more at attention, ready for another round of love-making - though this time, there wouldn't be any half-measures, no holding anything back.

Determinedly, Hermione set to her task, her lips sealed about his length once more, sliding up and down along his turgid girth. Her technique proved far less elegant compared to her mother, yet infused with a hungry eagerness that made every swipe of her lips feel like she intended to devour all of him entirely, as if hoping to lose herself on his cock.

Seeing how fiercely her daughter sucked away at Harry's manhood, Emma couldn't help but join in on the fun. Eagerly, she leaned forward, capturing first one ball within her greedy maw, rolling its tender weight upon her tongue, savoring the sensation as she rolled her tongue around the sensitive skin, tugging gently with her teeth before releasing it, only to capture the second orb shortly afterwards.

Between them both, they soon found Harry moaning and writhing beneath their ministrations, their hands roaming wherever they willed as they serviced his needs thoroughly, leaving no inch unexplored.

Hermione's enthusiasm was unquestionably boundless, yet despite her best efforts, she simply could not reach the same depths as her experienced mother managed earlier. Every attempt at throwing herself at his length ended the same way, choking and spluttering until finally, she gave up, withdrawing completely, set on a change of tactic.

"Use me," she demanded huskily, her voice little above a whisper as she locked her pleading eyes with his, her lips inches from his tip. "Fuck my face, Har-"

Before she could finish speaking, however, Harry was upon her. Seizing her head with both hands, he forced his length between her lips, driving deep into her waiting mouth, swallowing her fully within his eager grip. Hermione could do little more than gasp around his rod as he drove deeper still, his shaft filling her oral cavity to capacity, threatening to overwhelm her.

"GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK!" she gagged as his girth stretched her jaws to their maximum tolerances, her cheeks hollowed out around his length as she struggled to accommodate his immense size.

Harry groaned deeply, feeling her gagging throat muscles repeatedly clench around his intruding shaft, massaging him intimately as he thrust in and out of her mouth and fucked her face with reckless abandon.

Emma, meanwhile, continued working over his balls, teasing and tormenting them mercilessly, eliciting sighs and whimpers from Harry as she toyed shamelessly with his most intimate regions. She knew exactly what buttons to push, which nerves to strike, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body, making him shiver under her skilled touch.

The trio continued like this for several long minutes, Harry's hips bucking wildly as he thrust in and out of Hermione's mouth, his balls slapping wetly against Emma's chin as she sucked and licked at his sac, her tongue tracing intricate patterns across his sensitive skin.

But eventually, Harry could feel his orgasm rising, threatening to spill forth, to unleash a torrent of cum that would surely drown them both and leave the walls of the Granger living room forever a new hue of white. Unwilling to let that go to spill, he withdrew from Hermione's mouth, leaving her gasping for breath, her eyes watering from the rough treatment she'd received.

Without missing a beat, Harry grabbed hold of his cock, aiming its engorged tip towards the two women kneeling side by side before him. Then, gritting his teeth, he squeezed shut his eyes tightly, focusing everything he had left onto achieving just one goal: coating these gorgeous vixens in his seed, marking them irrevocably as his own personal property.

"Here it comes!" he warned, gasping for breath as he held himself at the precipice, teetering on the edge of his orgasm.

And then, without further warning, he unloaded, sending twin ropes arcing outwards, catching first Emma across the cheek, coating her lightly, a thin layer settling over her features, glazing her skin softly as he painted her visage with his essence.

The second shot caught Hermione straight in the forehead, leaving a glistening line of milky jism streaking across the bridge of her nose, forming a path that led straight to her waiting lips.

A third shot landed directly in Emma's waiting mouth; her lips already parted wide in anticipation, ready to catch every last ounce of Harry's offering.

From there, the thick spurts of semen began to paint the two woman's faces, dripping down over their features, collecting at their chins before inexorably sliding downwards across their throats, painting their necks and bountiful breasts in a messy collage of his orgasm.

Finally spent, Harry collapsed back against the couch - exhausted beyond belief. He felt certain that nothing else remained in him worth giving; he had given absolutely everything to these wonderful women who now knelt subserviently before him, gazing adoringly up at him with stars in their eyes and glazed faces.

He looked down at the pair lovingly, taking in their dishevelled appearances, noting how well-used they appeared, how wantonly debauched each had become after their shared lovemaking session. They were truly beautiful sights to behold, especially when contrasted against the backdrop of their previous primness, having been transformed from pristine debutantes into naughty vixens who couldn't wait to get dirty again... and again... and again.

After several moments, Harry saw them come together for another scorching hot kiss. Their faces met in midair, tongues darting, lips sealed together once more, moans escaping their entwined bodies while his sticky spunk still shone proudly, evidence of what all three of them had created mere seconds ago. Harry smiled wistfully to himself, before closing his eyes and succumbing willingly to a much-needed rest.

It was going to be a long summer indeed...