The MILF Next Door (Ch. 4 - Hermione + Emma) (Patreon)

Harry sighed contentedly as he stretched out on the lawn chair in the garden, enjoying the warm sunshine on his skin and the soft breeze that gently blew across the neatly trimmed grass. He still wasn't fully recovered from the previous night's antics, so the fresh air and the soothing atmosphere did wonders to clear his mind and rest his body.

He closed his eyes, letting his thoughts drift lazily as he relaxed, feeling his exhaustion ebb slowly away with every breath he took.

That was when a soft giggle from nearby caught his attention, stirring him from his peaceful repose. His eyes snapped open, searching the area until they landed on Hermione, who stood before him in a skimpy bikini that accentuated her lithe form to perfection.

A wicked grin spread across her lips as she approached him, swaying her hips suggestively, drawing his eyes to her luscious curves. Harry gulped, suddenly feeling anything but relaxed as he stared at the alluring vision before him.

Hermione looked incredible, the sun casting a golden hue across her honeyed skin, highlighting the tanned lines that ran tantalisingly across the surface. She was barely covered by her skimpy bikini, revealing more than it concealed. Her firm round breasts stood perky and erect, her dark nipples visibly puckered with excitement.

Her narrow waist flared temptingly towards curvy hips, leading to smooth thighs clad in thin strips of material that left very little to the imagination. Atop those slender legs sat an impossibly small scrap of cloth that served merely as decoration rather than actual coverage. It hardly qualified as underwear, offering no real protection against prying eyes or wandering hands. In fact, if not for its presence, one could easily mistake her attire for nonexistent altogether.

Harry swallowed hard, his throat bobbing nervously as he continued drinking in her splendid vision. It was difficult to keep from reaching for her, yet he resisted the powerful urge to do so, remembering where they presently resided and with whom. One wrong move, one misstep, and they could find themselves caught by her unaware father, Daniel, who lay snoozing peacefully just a few feet away.

Hermione, however, didn't seem nearly as concerned about discretion as Harry. Instead, she appeared emboldened by the danger of their situation, eager to test the limits of her newfound freedom. Already, her fingers had begun tracing idle patterns along her thighs, slowly sliding higher and higher, until they reached the edge of her bikini bottoms.

"Careful," Harry warned softly, his voice low and hushed, attempting to dissuade her from continuing further down such a dangerous path. "Your dad's right there."

She only laughed quietly, before leaning in closer, resting her elbows on either side of his chest, effectively trapping him beneath her lithe form. Harry could do nothing but look up at her, utterly ensnared by her bewitching charm.

"I can't stop thinking about yesterday," she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper that sounded like silk brushing against skin. "Knowing that we could have been caught at any moment made everything so much hotter, so much more exciting..."

Her tongue darted out to wet her plush lips, drawing his gaze to follow the moist trail left behind. "Don't you think so too?"

Harry blinked, struggling to focus on what Hermione said instead of simply staring transfixed at the gorgeous creature currently looming above him. Swallowing again, he nodded silently, understanding exactly what she meant. Yesterday had indeed been exhilarating; edgy and risky, knowing full well how close they had come multiple times to being discovered in the act. Yet, with Daniel just a few feet away, this was taking things to a whole new level altogether.

A devilish grin spread across Hermione's lips as she seemed to read his thoughts. Before he knew what was happening, she had already dropped to her knees between his thighs, her fingers busy at work on his swimming trunks, tugging them downwards until his hardening length sprang free from its confinement, standing proudly at attention for her perusal.

"Hermione, what are you doing?" Harry hissed, glancing nervously towards Daniel, hoping against hope that he wouldn't wake up and catch them in the act.

But his protests fell on deaf ears, for Hermione seemed determined to prove something to him, her eyes gleaming with unspoken desire and determination.

Without another word, she leaned forward, wrapping her full, ripe lips around his tip, seizing his swollen head firmly within her warm embrace once more. Slowly, sensuously, she began to suckle upon him, teasing his sensitive crown with gentle flicks of her tongue while massaging his shaft with long strokes of her hand.

"Mmm," she hummed softly, her voice low and sultry, the vibrations tickling his manhood as she purred her pleasure. "You taste so good, Harry."

Harry groaned helplessly, watching as she serviced him with such skill and enthusiasm. He could hardly believe what was happening, unable to fathom how quickly events had spiralled out of control. Only moments ago, he had been enjoying the peaceful serenity of the garden, basking in the glorious sunlight, yet now, here he was, mere inches from being caught by her sleeping father, his cock buried in her daughter's willing mouth.

"Oh, gods," he panted, his hips bucking slightly as she sucked him deeper into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth as she swallowed him down, inch by glorious inch.

She took him deep into her throat, burying herself on his manhood, swallowing him whole until only his base remained exposed. Then, slowly, regretfully, she lifted her head, her mouth releasing him with a soft pop, leaving him glistening wet and dripping with her saliva.

As soon as he slipped free from her grasp, Hermione immediately dove back down, engulfing him entirely once more, desperate to take all of him inside her wanting maw. She moaned wantonly, letting loose an animalistic growl as she sank lower still, striving to consume every last inch of him, hungry for each delicious drop of pre-cum leaking steadily from his slit.

"Fuck, Hermione," he choked out between hitched breaths, fighting to keep himself coherent, holding tightly onto his fraying sanity.

As if sensing his struggle, Hermione suddenly plunged downwards, taking him even deeper into her mouth, impaling herself upon his pulsating length until her lips met the base of his shaft, swallowing him whole without abandon or hesitation.

Unable to take it any longer, Harry cried out hoarsely, giving into the overwhelming pleasure coursing throughout his overloaded system.

"I'm going to cum!" he warned roughly, barely managing to give her fair warning before he succumbed to his building orgasm, spurting rope after rope of white-hot seed down her gulping throat, flooding her insides with his essence.

Hermione squeaked in surprise as Harry unexpectedly pulled out of her mouth, leaving her bereft of his presence. Before she could protest, however, more warm ropes of cum splattered across her face, painting her features a ghastly white.

It covered her from forehead to chin, forming artful streaks that adorned her cheeks like modern art installations, beautiful vandalisms of her visage. Another stream followed shortly, lashing across her mouth and nose, before a final hot load splatted right on the bridge of her petite nose, dribbling down to either side of her nostrils before plunging unceremoniously to the ground.

As if on cue, Daniel suddenly stirred from his nap, blinking blearily up at the sky above him, attempting to adjust his blurry vision.

"What was that?" he muttered groggily, rubbing sleepily at his eyes.

Instantly alert to the threat nearby, Hermione wasted no time reacting, plastering a smile on her face as she started frantically smearing Harry's cum into her skin.

"Just putting on some sunscreen, Dad," she called cheerily, her voice high-pitched and strained as she rubbed his semen all over her body, drawing attention away from Harry's nude body and discarded swimming trunks.

Harry stared in disbelief, unable to believe what he was seeing. Was she seriously trying to pass off his cum as sunscreen? And what's more, was it actually working?

To his utter shock, Daniel merely grunted noncommittally, seemingly satisfied with her explanation. With another stretch, he settled back against the chair, closing his eyes once again, returning to his previous state of repose as if nothing unusual had transpired.

Beside him, Hermione grinned mischievously at him, still daubing Harry's semen across her skin.

Meanwhile, Emma chose just this moment to step outside. Dressed only in her skimpy bikini bottoms, her ample bosoms left fully exposed, jiggling enticingly as she moved towards them. Her warm gaze flickered interestedly between him and Hermione, a mischievous twinkle sparkling within it.

"Well, what do we have here?" she purred lasciviously, her gaze roving hungrily over Harry's body, taking in every inch of his exposed flesh.

Desire burned fiercely in Emma's eyes as she approached, every step drawing her closer, bringing her voluptuous form nearer and nearer. Without waiting for an invitation, she straddled his thighs, trapping him firmly beneath her shapely figure as she sat down onto his lap, grinding herself against him.

Hermione watched in amazement at her mother's audacious actions, barely believing what she was seeing.

"Mum!" she yelped softly, half-scolding, half-surprised by such bold behaviour. "Dad's right there!"

"Mmm, I know, dear," Emma replied, her voice sultry and smoky, filled with unspoken promises. "But sometimes, a girl just can't resist a little harmless fun, now can she?"

Before Harry could respond, Emma leaned forward, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, her tongue snaking out to dance wickedly with his as she explored the depths of his eager mouth.

His hands found their way to her generous curves naturally, palming her breasts, teasing her nipples to hardened peaks while they kissed deeply. All around them, the world seemed to fade away, disappearing behind a veil of red-hot desire, enveloping them entirely within its scorching embrace.

Emma broke free first, gasping slightly as she panted heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly, causing her full, round breasts to quiver tantalisingly mere inches from his hungry gaze.

"Do you want me, Harry?" she whispered seductively, nibbling softly at his earlobe, eliciting a soft groan from low in his throat.

Harry swallowed hard, feeling his heart pound wildly within his chest as he stared into Emma's eyes, trying desperately to hold onto his waning control.

He had been just moments away from Daniel catching him and Hermione, and yet, barely minutes later, here he was, about to fall right back into the very same situation once again.

Yet even knowing the danger, despite understanding exactly how close they were to being discovered, Harry couldn't bring himself to care. Not when faced with the temptation currently ensnaring him so completely, not when held prisoner by the intoxicating scent of her perfume, by the hypnotising grind of her hips, or by the irresistible pull of those succulent, ripe breasts swaying pendulously mere inches from his famished mouth.

"Yes," he rasped hoarsely, his voice rough with barely-restrained lust. "Yes, I want you."

Emma smirked knowingly at him before standing up, hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her bikini bottoms, pulling them downwards slowly, revealing her freshly-shaven mound, glistening with her wanton arousal.

Once they lay in a heap at her feet, she stepped free of the fabric, her sculpted figure bared for his viewing pleasure.

Without hesitation, she lowered herself back onto his lap, impaling herself upon his awaiting length, engulfing him whole within her slick warmth. She moaned loudly as she sank lower still, swallowing him deep inside her core until she finally came to rest upon his base, fully seated upon his manhood.

A soft whimper fell from her lips as she adjusted herself, growing used to his impressive girth, savouring the delicious fullness that his length provided as it stretched her completely.

Then, with a wicked grin, she began to move, starting a slow, steady rhythm, undulating her hips, grinding herself upon him as she rode him hard right there in front of her sleeping husband and daughter.

Behind her, Hermione stared in silent amazement, her eyes wide as saucers as she watched her mother fuck him openly, displaying her blatant act of cheating for all to witness without shame.

It looked very much like she wanted to speak up, to deny her mother her relief, but her fear of rousing her father kept her quiet, forcing her to bite her lip instead, holding her protests firmly behind clenched teeth.

Instead, she reached out tentatively, touching herself beneath her bikini bottoms, massaging her clit as she mirrored her mother's movements, rubbing herself faster and harder as she matched each one of Emma's thrusts.

Meanwhile, Emma paid her daughter no mind, her entire focus riveted upon the pulsating shaft buried so intimately within her. With every roll of her hips, she ground herself hungrily against him, desperate to draw forth another orgasm from deep within her core, craving release above all else.

Harry groaned loudly, gripping Emma's hips tightly as she rode him shamelessly, eliciting soft whimpers from deep in her throat. He could feel himself nearing his limit, each thrust threatening to push him past the brink of no return.

Heedless of the danger, Emma discarded all inhibitions, throwing caution to the wind. Grasping hold of his shoulders, she steadied herself, clinging tightly as she rose higher, her thighs tensing beneath her weight as she bounced even harder still upon his straining shaft. Soft cries tumbled from her lips each time she slammed back downwards, the impact driving him in deeper, piercing her far enough that the brush of her cervix teased his tip.

The smacking of flesh against flesh echoed loudly in the garden, the sound of their lovemaking reverberating throughout the air, filling the space around them with the wet, lewd sounds of their coupling.

Emma's moans grew louder, more desperate with each passing second, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to maintain her composure amidst the rising tide of pleasure surging throughout her.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, she threw her head back, letting loose an animalistic cry as she climaxed powerfully, coating his cock in her hot juices, drenching him thoroughly in her feminine essence.

Harry cried out hoarsely, the sensation of her climax sending him spiralling over the edge, pushing him past the point of no return. With a final thrust, he flooded her insides, spilling his seed deep within her womb, filling her up completely as he emptied himself inside her, bathing her in his potent essence.

Beside them, Hermione felt her own orgasm rising, the mounting pressure within her building uncontrollably towards its zenith. Her breathing hitched in her throat, her body trembling as she approached her breaking point. And then, without warning, she plunged over the edge, her vision going white as she convulsed violently, wracked by spasm after shuddering spasm as wave after intense wave of ecstasy washed through her, leaving her breathless and disoriented.

As if on cue, Daniel suddenly stirred once again, lifting his head wearily as he blinked blearily about him, struggling to regain his bearings.

Emma pulled off Harry with a lewd pop, climbing off of him as she hurriedly searched for her abandoned bikini bottoms as Harry's recently-deposited essence leaked down her toned legs. When she found them lying discarded in the grass nearby, she quickly snatched them up, wrapping them around her hips before tying a knot near her waist.

Harry meanwhile, fixed his swimming trunks, trying desperately to look normal despite having just experienced such incredible, incendiary sex, mere feet away from her snoring husband.

By some miracle, they managed to compose themselves in time, rearranging their clothing and appearance moments before Daniel managed to open his eyes completely, looking about him in slight confusion.

As the group moved indoors to prepare for lunch, Daniel never noticed the cum leaking down Emma's legs, nor did he notice the way she walked with a slight limp, her thighs still trembling from her powerful orgasm. He also didn't notice the way Harry's swimming trunks were still tented, nor the way Hermione's bikini bottoms were soaked through with her own juices. But that was probably for the best.