Harry's Perfect Summer (Ch. 3 - Midnight Release) (Patreon)

Harry had scourged the Wizardnet, searching high and low for any sign of where the girls might have uploaded their risqué photos. He had exhausted every resource at his disposal, yet his search had been in vain. His heart ached, his cock throbbed, and his mind whirled with unquenched desire. He felt like a man driven mad with lust, yet ultimately left unsated.

As night fell upon Potter Manor, Harry found himself wandering the halls, lost in thought, his feet guiding him towards the garden patio outside. Upon arriving, he discovered that the three mothers had gathered there, lounging comfortably on plush pillows beneath a sky illuminated by magical lights that floated and danced above them. The evening air was filled with laughter and levity as they shared stories over glasses of wine.

Harry couldn't help but pause for a moment, taking in the sight of the ladies all dressed in their elegant summer gowns, the fabric shimmering like moonlight reflecting on ocean waves. Each curve of their bodies seemed accentuated beneath the soft glowing light, their cleavage spilling generously from their necklines, eliciting an overwhelming surge of desire in his loins.

"Ah, Harry!" Lily called out with a tipsy giggle, noticing his presence. "Join us, won't you, dear?" She gestured towards the empty space across from her, inviting him to take a seat.

Harry obliged, settling in amongst the women, gratefully accepting a glass from Anastasia, his heart pounding in his chest. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, allowing the warm breeze to wash over him, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses soothing his soul.

He opened his eyes again, looking around at the three ladies, who were all gathered around the patio table, chatting and laughing together. The summer dresses they had worn that morning had been replaced with elegant evening gowns, each one shimmering in the fading light.

"Isn't this just lovely?" asked Lily, smiling at him warmly from across the table. She was wearing a long, flowing green gown, with thin spaghetti straps and a deep v-neck. The neckline dipped low between her ample cleavage, revealing her generous curves. Harry couldn't help but stare, mesmerised by the sight of her breasts, so full and ripe, barely contained within the fabric of her gown.

"Yes, it is," he agreed, taking another sip of his wine. He glanced around the table, taking in the sight of the other women. Emma sat next to Lily, dressed in a red silk gown, which clung tightly to her voluptuous figure. Her ample bosom threatened to spill out of the top of her dress, just like Lily's, while her wide hips flared out beneath the table.

Across from Emma sat Anastasia, resplendent in a gold lamé gown, encrusted with sparkling jewels. The fabric draped gracefully over her slim figure, while the low-cut neckline revealed an ample amount of cleavage, inviting Harry's gaze towards the dark valley between her breasts.

They women were all quite tipsy now, having consumed several bottles of wine throughout the course of the afternoon. Their cheeks were flushed, and their voices husky, each word tumbling excitedly from their lips, coming faster and faster. They continued to laugh loudly, exchanging knowing smiles and sensual glances that sent ripples of heat coursing through Harry's veins.

As the sun sank below the horizon, the magical lights floating around the patio drew closer, illuminating the area with a soft, ambient light. Harry leaned back in his chair, watching as the women continued to chat amongst themselves, their laughter ringing out like music to his ears.

Harry listened intently as the women shared stories about their past lovers, discussing their likes and dislikes, and reminiscing about some of their most memorable experiences. But it wasn't long before the conversation turned to more risqué topics.

"I remember when I first met Daniel," said Emma, her voice slurring from the alcohol. "We were young and wild, always looking for our next adventure. I used to tease him mercilessly, driving him absolutely wild. We fucked like bunnies back then."

Lily chuckled at her friend's words, her massive breasts jiggling suggestively within her gown. A deep blush spread across her cheeks as she recounted her own memories. "I know exactly what you mean. James and I were the same way when we first met. I used to wear the skimpiest little outfits, just to drive him wild. He would chase me around the Manor, tackling me to the ground and having his way with me wherever we landed."

Anastasia and Emma laughed heartily at her memory, raising their glasses in salute. Harry couldn't help but blush at the mental image that his mother's words had conjured, trying desperately to push the image of her running naked through the hallways of Potter Manor from his mind.

But despite his embarrassment, Harry couldn't deny the growing arousal that stirred within him. His cock twitched slightly in his pants as he listened to the women regale each other with tales of their past exploits. The alcohol seemed to have loosened their tongues, and Harry found himself becoming increasingly aroused by the frank and open discussion.

Emma let out a wistful sigh, leaning back in her chair. "It's been too long since I've had a good fucking," she complained. "Daniel is always so busy with work, and when he is home, he's too exhausted to do anything more than sleep."

Anastasia chuckled, reaching across the table to squeeze Emma's hand sympathetically. "You should try finding yourself a young stallion, someone who can keep up with your appetite."

Emma giggled, casting a sly glance in Harry's direction at her words. "It would be nice to find someone that could satiate my lust, but I don't want to ruin what Daniel and I have built together."

Lily nodded her head in agreement. "Again, I understand where you're coming from, Emma. James and I have been married for so long, and we've built a life together. I wouldn't trade that for anything, even if I do sometimes miss the passion of our early years together."

Anastasia reached out to refill everyone's glass, topping off Harry's wine until it nearly overflowed. She caught his eye and grinned wickedly. "Well, speaking of satisfying one's desires, I've made sure not to go unsatisfied since my dear husband passed away."

The women giggled at her confession, their faces flushed with excitement. Harry felt his pulse quicken as he listened to them discuss their sexual escapades, feeling a familiar tightness in his trousers as his cock began to swell once again.

"I've been having the time of my life, sleeping with all sorts of young, virile men. They bring me so much joy and pleasure, and in turn, I give them a taste of experience they'll find nowhere else," Anastasia boasted, taking another sip of her wine.

Harry choked on his drink at her words, coughing violently as he tried to compose himself. The thought of Anastasia seducing younger men was almost too much for him to bear. He imagined how those lucky bastards must feel, being able to touch such a beautiful woman, to run their hands over every inch of her perfect body. It only served to fuel his desire further, making his erection grow harder still beneath the fabric of his trousers.

"Are you alright, Harry?" asked Lily between fits of laughter from the other ladies. They watched as he struggled to regain his composure, still reeling from the revelation of Anastasia's secret sex life.

Harry nodded his head, still coughing and spluttering. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just went down the wrong pipe, I guess."

Emma leaned forward, her bosom threatening to spill free from the neckline of her dress, revealing more of her ample cleavage than she intended. "Wait a minute. Harry, you're a young man," she exclaimed suddenly, realisation dawning upon her drunken mind.

The other ladies looked at her curiously, waiting for her to continue. "What are you getting at, Emma?" asked Lily, her voice slurring slightly.

Emma took another sip of her wine, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "I was just thinking... didn't you say you like having sex with younger men, Anastasia? Have you slept with Harry yet?"

Harry's eyes widened at the sudden turn the conversation had taken, and he felt his heart rate quicken. His cock, already half-hard from listening to the women's stories, was now straining painfully against the fabric of his trousers.

"Emma, please!" cried Lily, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. "That's my son you're talking about!"

Anastasia grinned wickedly, a playful glint in her eyes. "Oh, come now, Lily. It's just a bit of harmless fun. I'm sure Harry wouldn't mind if I tried to tempt him into my bed, would you, Harry?"

Harry gulped nervously, feeling his throat go dry. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, and he knew his face must have been bright red by now. "I... uh... well..." he stammered, struggling to form coherent thoughts.

Before he could answer, however, Emma spoke up, saving him from further embarrassment. Or so he thought. "Oh, lighten up, Lily! If I weren't married myself, I might have considered taking a crack at Harry, too. Look at him - he's a handsome young man, and quite fit, too," she giggled, giving him a blatant once-over.

Lily rolled her eyes, shaking her head in disbelief. "You two are such sluts," she muttered, her words slurring together from the alcohol. "Can't we just enjoy a peaceful evening together, without discussing such inappropriate topics?"

Emma stuck her tongue out at Lily, pouting playfully. "Aw, come on, Lily! We're just having a little fun. Live a little! You used to be a slut, too, back in your heyday."

Lily scoffed, rolling her eyes.

Anastasia leaned in closer to Lily, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Oh, come on, Lily. Just close your eyes and picture this. What if you were young and unattached, and Harry had suddenly appeared before you, long and hard, ready to explore every inch of your body. Wouldn't you have had your way with him, given the chance? Just imagine it, his hard, throbbing cock sliding deep inside you, filling you to the brim, while your breasts heaved in anticipation of more to come. Surely you can't deny that you wouldn't have wanted that, even just a little."

Harry swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. The image of his mother, naked and writhing beneath him, was almost too much for him to bear. He closed his eyes, trying to push the thought away, but it lingered there, teasing him mercilessly.

He waited with bated breath, certain that Lily would scold Anastasia for her audacious suggestion. But to his surprise, she remained silent, sipping her wine contemplatively, her face flushed with a deep blush. Harry couldn't tell if she was simply too drunk to respond, or if she was actually considering Anastasia's words.

Finally, after several moments of silence, she sighed heavily, leaning back in her chair. "There's no point in dwelling on hypotheticals," she grumbled, finishing off her wine.

Harry blushed deeply at her non-answer, the hidden meaning behind her words not lost on him. Lily's eyes met his, and for a brief moment, he saw a hunger in her gaze that he had never seen before. But as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished, replaced by her usual warmth and affection.

Harry blushed deeply at her non-answer, the hidden meaning behind her lack of denial not lost on him. Lily's eyes met his, and for a brief moment, he saw a hunger in her gaze that he had never seen before. But as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished, replaced by her usual warmth and affection.

Anastasia and Emma exchanged a sly glance at her hesitant response, before both of them spoke up in unison. "More wine for Lily!"

They filled her glass to the brim once more, and Lily took a large gulp, draining half the glass in one swallow. Harry watched as her cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson, her eyes growing heavy with the effects of the alcohol.

"Well, since we're all being so honest and open here, I might as well ask," said Anastasia, turning her attention towards Harry. "Do you think us old mothers are still attractive, Harry? Do you find us sexy?" She giggled at her own question, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

Harry swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. He glanced around the table, taking in the sight of the three beautiful women seated around him. Each one of them was undeniably gorgeous in their own right, and the thought of sharing intimate moments with any of them sent a thrill of excitement coursing through his veins.

He felt his heart rate quicken, and he could feel his cock straining against his pants, as if making a desperate bid for freedom. He knew that answering their question honestly would likely lead to some sort of uncomfortable situation, but he couldn't bring himself to lie to these women, either. Not when they were looking at him with such eager anticipation.

Clearing his throat, Harry finally spoke up, answering truthfully. "Of course I do. You're all sexy as hell. I mean, look at you all - you're all absolutely stunning, and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't noticed."

Anastasia and Emma cheered at his admission, their tits bouncing around enticingly within their delicate gowns, their faces lighting up in delight. Even Lily cracked a small smile, a faint blush colouring her cheeks.

But it was Emma who pressed the issue further, leaning forward in her seat, her breasts nearly spilling out of her deep v-neck. She looked directly at Harry, her gaze intense and unwavering. "Alright, Harry, let's say I wasn't married. Would you have fucked me then, if given the chance? What do you think, Harry? Am I fuckable?" Her voice was sultry, dripping with lustful intentions.

Harry choked on his drink once more, coughing and spluttering as he struggled to regain his composure. He could feel his face growing hot, his heart hammering wildly in his chest. "Uh... I mean, yeah, I- I probably would," he stammered, his eyes glued to the generous amount of cleavage spilling out of Emma's gown.

Emma grinned triumphantly, her eyes sparkling with delight. "See? I knew it. I told you guys, I still got it!"

Anastasia chuckled, squeezing Harry's thigh beneath the table from her seat next to him, causing him to jump slightly in surprise. "What about me, Harry? You never answered my question earlier. If I wasn't married, would you have taken a shot at me, too?"

Harry blinked, struggling to tear his gaze away from Emma's ample bosom. He looked over at Anastasia, feeling his face grow even hotter under her intense gaze and close presence. "Uh... I mean, well, you aren't married now, are you?" he suddenly remembered, trying desperately to keep his thoughts focused.

Anastasia grinned wickedly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "No, I'm not," she replied, her hand inching its way up Harry's thigh, "but a girl can dream, can't she?" Her fingers brushed against the bulge in his trousers, tracing the outline of his straining erection. Harry gasped softly, unable to stifle a moan as she lightly squeezed his aching shaft.

Lily rolled her eyes, shaking her head in disbelief. "You two are hopeless," she muttered, finishing off her wine. "I can't believe I'm sitting here listening to this nonsense." But despite her words, Harry noticed a flicker of something resembling curiosity in her expression, a slight twinkle in her eye. It made him wonder just how much of her protestations were genuine, and how much of it was simply playful banter between friends.

Anastasia continued to tease Harry through his trousers, her fingers working their magic on his throbbing cock. Harry could feel himself getting impossibly harder and harder, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He knew he should stop her, tell her to cut it out, but he couldn't bring himself to speak, his mind clouded with lustful thoughts.

"Alright, Harry, last question," said Anastasia, her voice barely above a whisper, yet still managing to carry across the table. "Let's imagine your mother wasn't married, and she wasn't related to you. Would you have fucked her, if given the chance?"

Harry froze, his breath hitching in his throat. The mere mention of his mother in such a context made his heart race, his thoughts immediately jumping to dirty, forbidden fantasies. His cock pulsed painfully against Anastasia's palm through the fabric of his trousers, leaving her no doubt about how he truly felt, and she squeezed him in reward.

"Anastasia, don't be ridiculous," Lily said, blushing, her voice still slurring from the alcohol. "Don't bother answering that, sweetheart." But despite her words, Harry didn't miss the slight twitch of her lips, the slightest hint of a smile at her friend's question.

Anastasia raised an eyebrow, smirking playfully, knowing exactly what kind of effect her words had on Harry, and what his true feelings towards his mother really were. "Well, if you won't answer that, then let me ask you something else, instead."

Harry looked at her, expectantly, his breath hitching in his throat as he wondered what she would ask him this time.

"What is Lily's best feature, in your opinion?" asked Anastasia, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Is it her long, flowing hair? Or perhaps her perfect, perky breasts? Or maybe it's her plump, round ass? Which one is it, Harry? Tell us, we want to know."

Harry swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He glanced over at Lily, taking in the sight of her voluptuous figure, her ample curves threatening to spill free from the confines of her dress. He couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards her, nor could he deny the taboo thoughts that swirled through his mind whenever he looked at her.

He took another sip of his wine, buying himself some time to come up with an appropriate response. But the alcohol was beginning to take hold, dulling his inhibitions and lowering his defences. Before he knew it, the words just slipped out, unfiltered and unchecked.

"Her tits," he admitted, his voice low and husky. "She has amazing tits - big, full, and ripe, like melons waiting to burst free from their restraints. They bounce enticingly every time she moves, drawing my attention like magnets to steel. And when they sway back and forth, jiggling ever so slightly, all I can do is stare, mesmerised by their beauty."

Lily gasped softly, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment and arousal. She looked down at her chest, her hands instinctively reaching up to cover her ample cleavage. "Harry, stop it!" she cried, her voice trembling from the alcohol. But despite her protests, there was a glint of excitement in her eyes, a small twinge of desire shining through.

But Harry couldn't help himself. The alcohol had loosened his tongue, and he couldn't seem to stop talking, his thoughts pouring out of him like water from a broken dam.

Emma giggled, leaning forward in her seat, her own cleavage spilling out of her low-cut top. "Oh, lighten up, Lily! It's just a bit of fun. Besides, look at you - you're practically begging for someone to notice those gorgeous jugs of yours. You might as well show them off while you still have the chance!"

And without another word, Emma reached out, grabbing the thin straps of Lily's gown, pulling them down over her smooth shoulders, exposing her large, firm breasts to the cool evening air.

Lily cried out in drunken shock, her eyes widening with surprise as she struggled to cover herself up in front of her son. But it was too late - her nipples stood erect and hard, pointing straight at him, the soft flesh of her breasts quivering enticingly with each shallow breath she took.

Harry watched, transfixed, as Lily's breasts swayed gently before him, the weight of her heavy orbs causing them to bob enticingly with each movement. His heart raced, his thoughts consumed with forbidden fantasies of touching and squeezing her plump, ripe flesh, feeling the warmth of her skin against his palms as he explored every inch of her luscious form.

"There, much better," said Emma, grinning wickedly. "Now we can all see just how truly gorgeous you are, Lily. Aren't you glad you decided to join us tonight, Harry?"

Harry nodded dumbly, unable to tear his gaze away from Lily's exposed breasts. He could feel his heart hammering wildly in his chest, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. He could feel his zipper slowly opening, revealing more and more of his swollen shaft with each passing moment...

Wait, what was that? Harry blinked, trying to clear his head, struggling to make sense of what was happening. He looked down, his eyes widening in shock as he saw Anastasia's hand reaching up from beneath the table, her fingers wrapped around the zipper of his trousers, slowly pulling it down, inch by inch.

When had she made her way under the table?

Harry gasped, his breath hitching in his throat as he felt the cool evening air brush against his flesh through his straining underwear. He looked up, his gaze meeting Anastasia's, her eyes gleaming with mischief and delight.

"Anastasia, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, careful not to rouse the suspicion of Emma or his mother.

Anastasia grinned, giving him a sly wink, her hand continuing its descent, her fingers brushing against the fabric of his boxer shorts, tracing the outline of his straining erection.

Without another word, she pulled his boxers down, freeing his aching shaft, allowing it to spring free from its confinement. Harry gasped again, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he felt the cool breeze caress his naked flesh. His cock throbbed painfully in the open air, pre-cum glistening at the tip, the sensitive skin tingling with each gust of wind that brushed against it.

He glanced nervously around the table, praying that no one else had noticed what Anastasia was doing. But luckily, neither Lily nor Emma seemed to be any the wiser, too wrapped up in their own drunken antics to take notice.

Lily's tits were still out on display, her hands clumsily trying to hide them from view, but failing miserably due to her current state of intoxication. Harry felt a flush of excitement rush through him as he gazed at his mother's heavy, round orbs, the pale globes jiggling enticingly as she squirmed about in her chair.

Suddenly, he felt a warm, soft touch on his throbbing member, making him jump in surprise. He looked down to find Anastasia's delicate fingers wrapped firmly around his shaft, stroking him lightly with gentle, practised motions. Her grip was tight yet tender, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body with each stroke. Harry groaned softly, closing his eyes as he leaned back in his chair, letting out a sigh of pure bliss. This felt incredible.

He heard a sudden giggle, snapping his eyes open to see Emma staring intently at him, her lips curled into a wicked grin. "Looks like someone's having a bit too much fun over there, don't you think, Harry?" She winked playfully at him, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

Harry blushed, his heart hammering wildly in his chest as he realised that he and Anastasia must have been caught in the act. "I...uh...it's not what it looks like!" he stammered, trying desperately to come up with some sort of excuse, any excuse, to explain why Anastasia was currently fondling his manhood under the table.

But before he could say another word, he felt a sudden, sharp tug on his cock, followed by a low, guttural moan escaping from between Anastasia's lips. Harry gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily as he felt her mouth engulf his swollen shaft, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock, teasing him mercilessly.

Emma laughed, oblivious to the true reason behind Harry's reaction. "Groaning at the sight of your mum's tits, Harry? You really are a pervert, aren't you?" She giggled, her words slurred with alcohol as she took another gulp of her drink.

Harry wanted to protest, to explain the situation, to tell her that Anastasia was actually the one responsible for his current predicament, and the reason for why he just moaned so loudly, and that his mother's bare tits, while undeniably alluring, were not the true cause of his overwhelming pleasure. But doing so would only reveal the truth, that Anastasia was currently kneeling between his legs, with his straining cock down her throat, which would lead to even greater embarrassment than he was already experiencing. So instead, he simply nodded his head, swallowing hard as Anastasia continued to work her magic, bobbing up and down on his aching cock, her lips locked tightly around his sensitive head, her tongue flicking eagerly against the sensitive underside.

Lily blushed furiously, her cheeks burning red with a mix shame and desire. She couldn't believe that her own son had just admitted to being turned on by the sight of her naked breasts. And yet, despite her disgust, she couldn't deny the throbbing ache between her thighs, the slick wetness seeping from her core as her arousal grew stronger and stronger. The thought of her own son desiring her like this made her feel dirty, wrong - but also incredibly excited. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in years, perhaps decades, since long before she had married James and given birth to Harry and Iris.

As if sensing her distress, Emma placed a comforting hand on Lily's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry about it, Lily," she giggled. "We're all too drunk to remember any of this tomorrow, anyway."

Lily nodded, giggling nervously as she tried to push the thought of her son's lustful gaze from her mind. "Yeah, you're right," she agreed, her voice still trembling slightly. But despite her best efforts, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement as she watched Harry squirm in his seat, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

Then, a thought suddenly occurred to her, and Lily smirked mischievously, an idea forming in her mind. "I guess it doesn't matter, then, if I do this." And with that, she reached across the table, her tits bouncing enticingly as she did so, and grabbed the thin straps of Emma's own gown, pulling them down over her shoulders, exposing her own large, firm breasts to the cool evening air.

Harry watched, transfixed, as Emma's voluptuous tits spilled free from their confinement, the soft flesh quivering with each shallow breath she took. They were magnificent, full and ripe, with dark, puckered nipples standing erect and proud, begging to be touched and teased. Harry felt his cock twitch uncontrollably in Anastasia's mouth, his thoughts consumed with forbidden fantasies of tasting and teasing those luscious orbs, feeling their soft, warm flesh against his lips as he explored every inch of their plump, round curves.

"You both have amazing tits," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Emma grinned, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Well, thank you very much, Harry," she replied, her voice dripping with pride and satisfaction as she cupped her breasts, presenting them for his viewing pleasure. "I'm glad you like them."

Lily giggled, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. "I can't believe we're doing this," she muttered, her voice slurring. "I must be crazy."

Anastasia moaned softly from beneath the table, her grip tightening around Harry's shaft as she started sucking him harder, her head bobbing up and down faster and faster, desperate to draw his attention away from the other women and back towards her. With her free hand, she reached down, pulling the thin straps of her gown down over her shoulders, letting the fabric fall away from her body, revealing her own firm, heavy breasts to Harry's gaze.

Harry's eyes widened, his breath hitching in his throat as he drank in the sight of Anastasia's lovely tits, their dark, puckered nipples standing rigid and alert, begging for his touch. He leaned forward, reaching out to cup her round, ripe globes in his hands, marvelling at their weight and warmth as he squeezed and kneaded them gently, eliciting a low, guttural moan from deep within Anastasia's chest.

She sucked him deeper into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his tip, tracing intricate patterns along its length as she savoured the taste of his pre-cum leaking steadily onto her waiting tongue. Her fingers danced lightly along his ball sack, tickling and caressing the tender skin there, making him shiver involuntarily under her gentle ministrations.

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him harder, her lips stretched wide around his girth, her tongue pressing firmly against the underside of his shaft, teasing and tantalising him mercilessly. Harry groaned, his hips bucking wildly as he felt himself drawing closer and closer to the edge. His heart raced, his mind clouded with lustful thoughts and wicked fantasies. He could feel the tension building inside him, coiling tighter and tighter with each passing moment, threatening to snap at any second.

As Anastasia continued to work her magic, sucking and slurping loudly in her drunken, lustful haze, Emma and Lily exchanged curious glances across the table, both of them hearing the wet, sloppy noises coming from beneath the table, but unable to quite place the source of the strange sounds.

"Do you guys hear that?" asked Lily, her voice slurring slightly as she tilted her head to one side, listening intently for a moment before speaking up again. "It sounds like...like someone's eating something, or...or maybe sucking on something?"

Before anyone could respond, however, Harry suddenly stiffened, his back arching as he let out a loud, guttural groan, his eyes rolling back in his head as he climaxed powerfully, filling Anastasia's mouth with jet after jet of hot, sticky cum. The sudden release sent waves of pleasure crashing over him like a tidal wave, leaving him breathless and dizzy, his mind reeling from the sheer intensity of the orgasm.

The first burst of semen shot straight down Anastasia's throat, causing her to gasp and choke on his load, coughing and spluttering as she struggled to swallow all of his seed without wasting a single drop. She gripped his thigh tightly, digging her nails into his flesh as she fought to keep herself grounded, even as another powerful spurt of cum filled her mouth, flooding her senses with the salty, musky taste of his manhood.

Harry's cock throbbed and pulsed in her mouth, each pulse sending another burst of semen surging forth, filling her mouth to the brim, spilling over the edges and dribbling down her chin, coating her lips and cheeks with sticky strands of his seed. She swallowed quickly, trying to keep up with the seemingly endless torrent of semen that continued to flow from his twitching shaft, filling her mouth to the brim once more.

She sucked and slurped eagerly, milking every last drop of semen from his still-hard cock, savouring the taste and texture of his creamy load as it slid down her throat, warming her belly with its potent heat. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the flow of semen began to slow, tapering off gradually until only the occasional droplet escaped from the tip of his now-flaccid cock.

Anastasia pulled away slowly, her lips popping off of his head with a soft, wet sound, leaving a thin string of saliva connecting her bottom lip to his still-twitching shaft. She licked her lips, savouring the taste of their mixed fluids as they coated her tongue, sighing contentedly as she savoured the afterglow of their shared pleasure.

A moment later, Harry opened his eyes, blinking slowly as he came back down to earth, his mind slowly returning to reality. He looked down at Anastasia, smiling softly as he saw the satisfied grin on her face, her lips and chin still sticky with traces of his seed. Then, he glanced over at Emma and Lily, who were staring at him curiously, their expressions unreadable behind their masks of confusion and curiosity.

"What...what just happened?" asked Lily, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to make sense of the situation. "Have you been... have you been touching yourself this whole time, Harry? Under the table?"

Harry blinked, taken aback by the question. "Uh... no," he stammered, feeling his face grow warm with embarrassment at being caught, albeit not quite in the way he had expected. "I mean... I wasn't... I wasn't touching myself, if that's what you're asking."

But before he could say another word, Anastasia stood up from beneath the table, a wicked grin spreading across her face, cum still dribbling down her chin as she took her seat once more, her dress still bunched around her waist, her lovely breasts still exposed to the cool evening air. "Oh, don't be ridiculous, Lily," she said, chuckling softly. "Of course he wasn't touching himself under the table. That would be silly!"

Lily frowned, looking confused and uncertain. "Then... then what was making those noises we heard earlier?"

"I did," said Anastasia simply, her grin widening as she spoke. "I was giving Harry a little surprise, that's all."

Emma cackled from across the table, slapping her knee as she laughed, her beautiful tits still on display and bouncing wildly. "You naughty girl, you! I knew you had it in you!"

Lily's eyes widened in shock, her face turning a deep shade of crimson as she realised what must have transpired beneath the table, and what the white cream leaking down her lips and face must mean. "You... you mean... you were..." Her words trailed off, her mind reeling from the sudden realisation.

Anastasia nodded, smirking playfully. "That's right, dear. Your son has quite the impressive package, doesn't he? And such a big, heavy set of balls, too - so firm and full, just begging to be squeezed and fondled."

That final statement proved too much for poor Lily. At that moment, her eyes rolled back in her head as she slumped forward onto the table, her forehead coming to rest against the cool surface of the wood. She let out a low, groaning sound as she succumbed to the effects of the alcohol and the shock of the revelation, her breathing growing shallow and erratic as she drifted off into a drunken stupor.

Emma giggled, shaking her head in disbelief. "Well, I'll be damned," she muttered, chuckling to herself. "Looks like someone's had a bit too much to drink tonight."

Anastasia grinned at her friend, licking her stained lips and nodding in agreement as they stumbled back to the Manor for the night, the house elves taking care of Lily.