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The MILFs of Wizarding Britain (Ch. 1 - The MILFs)
🕑 Added 2024-09-10 15:49:46 +0000 UTC"There you are, sweetie!"
Harry had just entered the kitchen when he heard Lily's voice calling him. He turned to see her, looking absolutely radiant in her tiny bikini, her toned body on display as she beamed at him.
"Can you give me a hand with these drinks? I need to bring them outside for my friends." She asked, giving him a winning smile.
Lily looked stunning. Her toned abs were on full display as she leaned over the counter, her perky breasts threatening to spill out of her bikini top. Her legs seemed to go on for miles, and her hips swayed as she walked to the fridge, the curve of her ass teasing him mercilessly. Harry felt his cheeks heat up as his gaze lingered on her body for just a moment longer than necessary.
He had only meant to grab a snack, but now it seemed like fate had other plans for him.
"Sure thing, mum!" He replied, quickly turning his attention to the drinks. With a flick of his wand, he levitated them and followed Lily outside, careful not to let his gaze linger on her perfect body as she sashayed out the door.
When Harry stepped into the garden he was met with a scene straight out of his wildest dreams.
Before his very eyes was a sea of female flesh, all glistening in the summer sun. He couldn't believe his eyes as Lily's friends greeted him with beaming smiles, each one of them looking more stunning than the last.
"My, my! Look at our boy! He's all grown up!"
Narcissa's voice carried across the garden, her eyes wide with delight as she admired Harry's physique. Molly grinned at him from the side, her cheeks flushed as she sized him up appreciatively. And Alice, Neville's mum, who he had always had a secret crush on, was staring at him with a hunger in her eyes that made his heart race.
Apolline was standing by the pool, looking as breathtaking as ever, her long blonde hair cascading down her bare shoulders. The resemblance to Fleur was uncanny. She looked just a little older, a little more slutty, and a lot more confident in her body. Her eyes sparkled as she took him in.
Emma, Hermione's mum, was next to Apolline. Was this what Hermione would look like in a bikini? He imagined so. Her perky breasts, framed by the straps of her bikini top, seemed to beg to be touched, while her soft, round cheeks invited a slap. Harry felt a lump in his throat as he took her in. He felt like a fool for not bagging Hermione when he had the chance.
Rounding out the group were Anastasia, Daphne's mum, and Amelia, Susan's aunt. Harry had always considered them regal women, elegant and classy, but today they were just as bad as the rest of them. Gone were the official robes of the ministry, exchanged for skintight bikinis that showed of more cleavage and ass than Harry knew what to do with.
Harry couldn't believe his luck as he realised that he was the sole guy in a sea of some of the hottest women in Wizarding Britain.
All of Lily's friends were here - the MILFs of Wizarding Britain, as Dean had so aptly named them - a group of women known for their legendary beauty and lust for life. This was the who's who of the sexy mums, the ones that all the young men fantasized about. He could only imagine how much Ron would've given to peep on one of their meetings.
But here he was, right in the middle of it.
"He's definitely grown into his father's shoes," Alice murmured approvingly, her eyes scanning Harry's muscular frame with an appreciative nod.
"More handsome than his father, if you ask me!" Molly chimed in, her own eyes glinting with excitement as she squeezed past Alice to get closer to Harry.
Harry felt a blush creep up his cheeks as the women all crowded around him, eager to get their drinks, and perhaps a little more.
With the drinks quickly served, Harry was about to make his return to the house, but Alice's voice stopped him in his tracks.
"Oh Harry, dear, do stay for a while, won't you?" Her voice was sweet and innocent, but there was a gleam in her eyes that made him hesitate.
He had had a crush on Alice for as long as he could remember, and he couldn't resist the temptation of spending more time with her. Especially not when she was looking so tantalisingly hot.
Her perfect body, framed in a triangle bikini, was enough to make any man's head spin. Her tits spilled out on either side of the triangles, and Harry could only imagine how they would feel in his hands. And that was not to mention her soft, round ass, which looked like it was begging for him to grab a handful of, the cloth of her bikini bottoms doing nothing to contain the ripe, lush fruit that was her behind.
How could he say no to her?
"Of course, Mrs Longbottom," he replied, giving her a smile that he hoped didn't give away the lust that was coursing through his veins.
The women all around him applauded, their cheers and jeers making Harry feel like he was the centre of attention in a room full of hot, horny mothers. And they all wanted him to stay.
Alice grinned at him, her eyes flashing in triumph as she leaned in, close enough that he could smell her perfume and feel her breasts press against his arm.
"Call me Alice, Harry," she whispered, her voice a low purr.
Just then, Apolline stepped forward, eyeing Harry's t-shirt and shorts with a critical eye.
"I zink you are a bit overdressed, non? 'Arry," she said, the French accent rolling off her tongue in a way that made his heart race.
And Harry had to agree. Here were all these fantastic women, dressed in little more than strings and fabric, while he was still fully clothed.
Without hesitation, Harry pulled off his t-shirt, revealing his toned chest and arms. He had worked hard for his physique, and it was finally time to show it off. The women cheered and wolf-whistled, their eyes drinking him in like a glass of cold water on a hot summer day. And Harry couldn't help but feel like the luckiest man in the world.
"Just one thing missing," Narcissa's voice was a low purr as she stepped forward, her wand at the ready.
A flick of her wrist, and a spell was cast, and before Harry could even say anything, his shorts were transformed into a pair of tight, snug-fitting swimming trunks. And the women all around him cheered in approval, their eyes on his crotch as it traced the outline of his considerable manhood.
Harry could feel his cock hardening against his will. It was impossible not to, given the way that all of these women were looking at him, their gazes hot and heavy and making him feel like the centre of attention.
"Make them tighter, Narcissa," Alice suggested, a blush spreading across her cheeks as the words left her lips. Perhaps she hadn't meant to say them out loud, but now that the words were in the open, she looked excited at the prospect.
"Tighter!" Amelia and Molly chimed in, practically in unison.
And so, with a flick of her wand, Narcissa cast another spell, making the trunks even tighter around Harry's muscular legs and thighs. The effect was instantaneous - Harry's cock seemed to be vacuum-packed, every vein and bulge on full display as the women's eyes scanned over it hungrily.
They all giggled, their eyes locked onto the sizeable snake in Harry's swimming trunks, and Harry couldn't help but blush at the attention. Flashing all of his mum's friends at her pool party had not been his plan for the afternoon.
Even Lily had been drawn into the frenzy, her mouth hanging open as she stared at her son, her cheeks flushed red. But the embarrassment seemed to fade as quickly as it had come, and she looked back at her friends. "I really can't believe you lot!" she exclaimed, trying to sound stern but failing. She had never been able to control the group, especially not when they got together like this.
With their drinks in hand, the women dispersed to their various corners of the garden, and Harry was able to breathe for a second. As he found himself a spot to rest and enjoy his own drink, he took a second to take in the view around him.
Everywhere he looked, there were gorgeous women in skimpy bikinis, soaking up the sun and getting just a little bit tipsy from the midday drinks. It was a scene straight out of Harry's wildest fantasies.
And then, as Lily went to take a dip in the pool, Alice sidled up to him with a familiar air of mischief about her.
"Enjoying the view, Harry?" she asked with a suggestive wink.
She looked good enough to eat, her toned body on display in a string bikini that hugged every curve. Her nipples were already stiff, protruding through the fabric of her bikini top, and Harry couldn't help but imagine how they would feel in his mouth.
"Very much so, Alice," he replied with a grin, hoping to keep his cool and not let on to how badly he wanted her.
Pearly laughter escaped from her lips, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she glanced at him. "I was referring to that view, Harry," she said, her eyes flicking to Narcissa, who was bent over at the waist, searching for something in her bag.
Harry's gaze followed Alice's, and he couldn't help but take in the view that was being presented to him. Narcissa was bending over at the waist, her legs straight and her hips folded over in a way that seemed impractical, but gave Harry a fantastic view of her ass. Harry's breath caught in his throat as he saw the perfect curve of her behind, the outline of her pussy lips showing through the thin material of her bikini bottoms.
"Narcissa is quite a sight to behold, isn't she?" Alice purred, her voice low in his ear.
Harry couldn't disagree. Narcissa was absolutely stunning, her toned body on full display as she searched for something in her bag. Her long, black hair was a sheet of perfection, and he couldn't help but imagine how her hips would look spread out on either side of him as he took her from behind.
She stood back up, her cheeks flushed as she caught him staring. But she didn't seem to care, her eyes locked with his as if challenging him to look away. And Harry couldn't bring himself to look away, his cock hardening at the thought of being between those toned thighs.
Just then, Apolline's voice carried across the garden, cutting through the soft murmur of the other women. "I don't zee ze point of zis!"
He tore his eyes away from Narcissa's backside just in time to see Apolline reach behind her back and pull her bikini top off, revealing her bare breasts in a glorious flourish. She tossed the top to the side, her full, round breasts bouncing freely in the sunlight as she shook her arms free of the fabric.
"Much better!" she proclaimed with a flourish of her hands. "Zere is nothing like zee feeling of zee sun on your skin."
Harry couldn't help but groan at the sight. Apolline's breasts were magnificent. They were doughy pillows of flesh, just begging to be kneaded and squeezed, with delicate pink nipples that were already stiff and puckered. Her skin was smooth and soft, just begging to be touched, and Harry couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to knead those perfect tits of hers in his hands.
"Harry... Harry are you there?" Alice's voice cut through his thoughts, and he turned to see her looking at him with a knowing smile.
He nodded, trying to focus on the woman next to him instead.
"It was a wonder it took that long," Alice murmured, her eyes following Harry's gaze as it lingered on Apolline's bare breasts. "She's usually completely naked at these gatherings."
Harry's cock throbbed at her words, and he could feel the blood rushing to his groin. Alice noticed, and she couldn't help but chuckle at his response.
She leaned in closer to him, her soft, warm breath tickling his ear as she whispered, "Watch Narcissa next. She's not one to be outdone, you'll see..."
And sure enough, as if on cue, Narcissa pulled off her own bikini top, her toned body on display as she let out a flourish of laughter. She tossed the top to the side, her big, round breasts bouncing freely as she stretched out in the sun.
And Apolline and Narcissa's move was the straw that broke the camel's back - within minutes, the other women followed suit, bikini tops flying every which way. Harry couldn't help but stare, his gaze flitting from one set of breasts to the next.
Harry's cock throbbed at the sight, his mind racing with dirty thoughts and sinful images. He couldn't believe he was here, in the middle of a sea of the hottest MILFs in Wizarding Britain, surrounded by perfect tits, juicy asses, and bare flesh.
But his luck, it seemed, had not ran out just yet. For when he turned back to Alice, he was greeted with a sight that would stay with him forever. Alice had removed her own bikini top, her soft, lush tits spilling out in all their glory. She stood there, nervously crossing her arms in front of her, trying to cover herself, her cheeks flushed pink.
"Harry... you don't have to look," she said softly, her voice barely audible above the din of the other women's engaged chatter.
But Harry couldn't help but look. He had dreamt about Alice for so many years, about her fantastic tits and that soft, round ass. And now here she was, her breasts on full display for him, her hard nipples just begging to be touched.
And though Alice was self-conscious, she needn't have been. She had nothing to be ashamed of. Her tits were a perfect handful, full and soft and just begging to be touched. Her nipples were already stiff and puckered, and Harry couldn't help but imagine what they would feel like in his mouth.
She wasn't as big as Apolline or Narcissa, but she didn't have to be. Her tits were fantastic, and Harry couldn't wait to get his hands on them.
"Alice, you're gorgeous," he said, his voice a low growl, and he could see her blush even deeper at his words. But she was gorgeous. Every inch of her was a work of art.
She looked like she didn't believe him, her eyes scanning him nervously, like she was searching for some sign of deceit. But then, her eyes dropped, and she took in the sizeable bulge in his trunks. Harry's cock was at full mast, his manhood snaking its way down one of the legs of his swimming trunks, nearly making a bid for freedom. And Alice seemed to take that as all the evidence she needed, because her face split into a soft, shy smile as she looked back up at him. "Thanks, Harry."
"Anytime, Alice," he replied, his gaze lingering on her breasts.
Just then, Molly called Alice over for a dip in the pool. Thankful for an excuse to get away from Harry before she did something she would regret, Alice quickly grabbed her drink and made her way to the pool, leaving Harry alone with his thoughts. He watched as she walked away, her ass swaying hypnotically for his viewing pleasure as she strolled across the grass. When she reached the water's edge, she bent down, giving Harry a perfect view of her soft, round ass, and then she dove in, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
As he watched Alice dive into the pool, he knew that he needed a lie down. His cock was throbbing in his swimming trunks, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to calm down if he didn't get his mind off the gorgeous women surrounding him. If his mum caught him ogling all her friends he would never hear the end of it.
He found a sun lounger at the far end of the garden, shaded by a large tree, and lay down on it. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the sight of the beautiful women lounging around the garden, their perfect bodies on full display for his hungry gaze. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the image of Alice out of his head. Her soft, round ass, those luscious tits, the way she had blushed when she caught him looking... He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to touch her, to taste her, to feel her soft body writhing underneath him as he fucked her senseless.
Harry's hand drifted down to his crotch, cupping his throbbing cock as he imagined Alice's body pressed against his, her tits squashed against his chest, her ass grinding against his hips as she rode him...
"Harry?"
A soft, familiar voice interrupted his thoughts, and he snapped his eyes open, his hand still resting on his crotch. The sight that greeted him made his breath catch in his throat. There, hovering over him like a heavenly vision, was a pair of perfect breasts, soft and full, the kind that would fill his hands to overflowing. The owner of those breasts was leaning over him, her head blocked by the curve of her chest, her long brown hair falling like a curtain, framing his vision.
Harry's mind raced as he took in the sight. Was this some sort of dream? He thought he recognised the face, the soft, round cheeks, the deep brown eyes, the plump, perfect lips... It was like looking at Hermione, only... different. Older. More mature. More... womanly. And most importantly - without clothes.
He reached up, his hand drawn to those luscious tits like a moth to a flame. It was only then that he recognised the face, and realised who it was that was hovering over him, those perfect breasts dangling over his head like a treat.
It was Emma, Hermione's mum.
"Oh, hi Emma," he stammered, his face flushing as he snapped his hand back, stopping just short of touching her.
But Emma didn't seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to enjoy the effect she was having on him. Her smile widened, her eyes sparkling as she held his gaze. "Feeling a bit hot, Harry?" she asked, her voice a low purr.
Harry nodded, unable to speak. He was still trying to get his mind around the sight of Emma's bare breasts. Was this how Hermione would look without her clothes on? He couldn't help but imagine it, and he felt a pang of regret at the fact that he had let her slip through his fingers, into Ron's waiting arms.
"I was just wondering if you could help me with something," she said, her eyes flicking down to his crotch, where his cock was still throbbing, pressing against the fabric of his swimming trunks.
Harry swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. What could she possibly want from him that warranted dangling her bare tits in his face? He could only imagine.
"What... what do you need, Emma?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Emma bit her lip, her eyes flicking back up to meet his gaze, her lips curling in a shy smile. "Well, I was hoping you could help me with the sunscreen," she said softly. "I can't reach my back, and I wouldn't want to burn."
Then, she turned around, presenting him with the full, round curve of her ass, barely covered by the thin material of her bikini bottoms. And Harry's heart raced as he realised that he was about to get up close and personal with Emma Granger's bare, sun-kissed skin. To feel her soft, luscious flesh beneath his hands...
Maybe losing Hermione wasn't the tragedy that it had seemed like, he thought with a smile. There was still time to bag her mum after all, and based on the way that Emma was looking at him, he thought there was a very good chance he would succeed.
The 'The MILFs of Wizarding Britain' story was voted for by my generous supporters in the Story Shaper tier. Thank you so much for your kind support! Chapter 2 out soon!
Comments
Bellerophon
Where is the rest of this story?
Daeron Targaryen
Is this supposed to have two more chapters ? I can’t see them.
Daeron Targaryen
Damn Cliff hangers
Erinnyes
Damn this looks like it's going to be fun. Great start
