"What is impossible, sweetie," I asked her after she gasped in shock, the widening of her eyes for once not linked to my girth forcing her entrance to widen. Well, not entirely.
"But… how… it can't be…" she repeated in shock rather than answering my question. Normally, I would have punished her for such disrespect, but this time, I decided to cut her some slack. After all, it was not every day that she would discover that the mother she had erased her memories on the screen of an erotic movie theater, stuffed mercilessly while her moans filled the theater through the speakers.
A prideful smile spread on my lips. Emma's seduction and corruption had been an amusing distraction from the more stressful aspects of organizing a resistance against a deranged Dark Lord; both magically and otherwise. I had first visited her under the guise of some appearance-altering spells, playing the friendly neighbor while I helped her to fight the boredom; especially after her husband had been sent to the other side of the country with a sudden assignment -another sign of my meddling, of course- leaving her alone in a new country.
My first visits included rather nice wine bottles, doing my friendly neighborhood duty. From there, it took only a few repeats to end up in her bedroom, doing my neighborhood duly in more of a visceral manner. She felt guilty about cheating her husband of course, but like her daughter, her arousal proved to be stronger from her conscience. It didn't take long before the activities spilled out of the bedroom, christening every part of her house… Then her garden… Occasionally even other public spaces…
But the real fun started after I intercepted her bank account, draining the money her husband sent, while simultaneously bringing her to expensive shopping trips to make her rack up a debt… Her sexuality awakened and facing a mountain of debt, it was trivial to convince her to do some underwear modeling… And from there, some experimental movies… One of them which I made sure to screen tonight…
I was still a jealous bastard, of course, hence the reason for the magical challenge. All of the camera work was done through enchanted cameras, and while she had been unaware, every actor she had worked with had been the same person under polyjuice, myself of course. I even put an enchantment on her -more of a curse-, that prevented her from having sex with anyone without the appropriate magical signature… I didn't want to turn her into a cheap bar entertainment for muggle men, whenever I neglected to visit her.
Of course, as far as Hermione knew, her mother had been using her unasked second lease in life by making some extremely poor choices, hence the reason for her shock - not that she had any space to throw stones, considering she had been fucked in the middle of an erotic movie theater where anyone could see…
"Hey, I asked what's the deal with the movie," I said, this time, underlining my words with a pinch on her nipple over her clothes, their thin fabric providing little protection against the sharpness of my fingernails. This managed to penetrate her bubble of shock, and she managed to pull her gaze away from the screen, where her mother was enthusiastically gobbling my shaft.
"I thought that I recognized the actress, but I must be mistaken…" she murmured, her efforts to lie somehow ineffectual.
"I see, someone from the neighborhood," I said even as I tightened my grip around her hips before pulling her down, forcing a gasp of pleasure out of her despite her confusion. Sometimes, there was no denying the body's pleasures despite her mental state. I stopped to make a show of watching the screen while she struggled to contain her pleasure. "No, now that I'm looking more carefully, there is an obvious similarity. Maybe she is a distant cousin. An aunt, even?"
"She's my distant cousin," she murmured, jumping at the first excuse I had provided.
"Nice," I said, turning my gaze at the screen, particularly at Emma's dangling assets while I grabbed Hermione's still covered breasts. "I can feel the similarity," I quipped, enjoying the way her grip around my girth tightened despite the look of outrage flashing on her face.
"Don't look at the screen," she ordered after she caught my gaze, though the authority she tried to reflect was rather faulty, Inevitably, it failed to work, with no small part on the way her hips continuing to grind my lap, trying to swallow the full length of my shaft.
"Really," I said with a smirk. "Are you afraid that you're going to fail against your cousin?" I said, my gaze dancing between the screen and her face.
"What! No!" she exclaimed, which managed to catch the attention of the people around. A blush that managed to give an impression of cuteness despite the situation managed to spread on her face. She turned her head and partially hid her face against my chest, her hips stalling momentarily. I let her to stay like that until the others turned their attention back to the movie, though I doubted they would have turned away without the effect of the notice-me-not charm, not when Hermione had been displaying an amazing cleavage through her mussed up top -which was already quite skimpy to begin with-, and sitting on my lap, our activity rather obvious.
"You're falling behind compared to your cousin," I said after the attention on s had faded, once again reminding her that there were more important topics than a few hungry perverts looking at her, namely, the said perverts focusing on the naked body of her mother on the screen. I grabbed her hips once more while her attention turned back to screen, while her gaze stayed stuck on the screen. "Look at her go, devouring that shaft like a champion."
"Stop talking," she said, trying to warn me into silence, but failed to find a hold.
Just raising my eyebrow was enough to silence her, reminding her that she had pushed her luck for too much. An expression of understanding passed through her face, realizing she had managed to push me more than she was supposed to. The resulting panic on her face was delicious. I forgive her once again though, she deserved that much after discovering the surprising career of her mother. "Why don't you move down and prove to me that you're better than your cousin in the act then." I paused for a second. "If you think you can handle challenging a professional, after all."
There were certain things in life that could be trusted to work perfectly every single time, strong and immutable as the core principles of the universe. And Hermione's competitiveness was one of those aspects; even against her mother, who was busy devouring a shaft on the big screen. The overwhelming confusion of the moment probably played a part as well, making her default into her established patterns of behavior.
Without saying anything, she slid off my shaft, and fell on her knees. My shaft was already in her mouth when her knees touched the floor. And unlike the other times, there was no hesitation in her movements. She moved deep, the crown tickling the back of her throat almost simultaneously.
For a while, I had done nothing but to enjoy the treatment I was receiving from the daughter, while the movie worked rather well in awakening the memories of the treatment I had received from the mother. It was hard to say who was better, Emma had the skill on her side -she had been rusty from her monotonous marriage, but admitted to a much more interesting range of experiences in her college days. And while Hermione was behind in terms of pure skill, her competitiveness more than made up for it, especially when she was using the task to distract herself from the sudden career change of her mother.
"Not bad, but your cousin seems to be the better one," I murmured a few minutes. She raised her gaze, her eyes smoldering in a fit of anger mixed with desire, her lips still clasped around my girth. She only found an amused expression on my face, which she didn't appreciate. "Why don't you take a look yourself," I added as I grabbed her hair, and pulled her up, earning a pained gasp in response.
That particular piece of rough treatment would have earned me an angry exclamation in any other circumstance even with all the training I had subjected her to, but luckily, I had the perfect distraction. The vision of her mother on the screen, doing her best to enthusiastically deep-throat despite all the physical discomfort it had been causing her. "How…" she murmured in a daze, still trying to process her shock.
I had no intention of giving enough space to succeed, of course. It was a one-time experience, and I wanted to use it to the limit. Since my grip was already around her hair, it wasn't difficult to pull her head down -accompanied by another pained gasp- and impale her mouth with my shaft, hardened to the limit in anticipation.
I cast another muggle repelling charm just in case.
Then, I added my other hand to the balance before pushing her head down, pushing my shaft deep into her throat. She gagged and coughed, which interrupted her attempt to breathe, not that it was possible with her throat clogged. "Damn, look at your cousin go," I reminded her even as I pushed her head down, not letting her forget the movie that was playing. Her hands landed on my thighs as she tried to push herself up, but my grip had no give.
So, she continued to suffer under the uncomfortable treatment I had been subjecting her to, broken by occasional gasps and moans. My eyes danced up and down, trying to enjoy the memories awakened by the screen and the enjoyment of the moment at the same time.
Soon, the scene changed, but Hermione continued her task. Her single-minded focus only lasted until I cast a particular variation of cleaning spell to prepare her puckered hole, and also distracted her from her task sufficiently. "Hey," she moaned in shock, not enjoying the unfamiliar cool sensation.
"It's the time for the next step," I said even as I pulled her up once more, her eyes turning towards the view of her mother, taking my shaft through her backdoor like a champion without the slightest hint of discomfort. I had to give it to Emma, she had a truly spectacular ass, and a boundless desire for anal once it had been awakened. Now, I was about to test her daughter for the same desire. "She's impressive, isn't she?" I asked shamelessly.
Hermione stayed silent, but I had no intention to let her silence to stretch, not when I had gone all the trouble putting muggle-repelling ward to ensure our privacy. A slap exploded on her bottom, but my hand stayed there, slowly moving towards her puckered hole. "You know I don't like it when you don't answer my questions," I said with a smirk adorning my lips, but there was an edge to it.
"Sorry," she answered reflexively before she could even have the opportunity to feel anger at my presumption. Though after everything that we had done, I doubted such a little thing would make her react.
"And…" I dragged. "What about my question?"
"Yes, she is impressive," she managed to whisper in a defeated tone. And to make things even better, she didn't even have to right to feel resentful for being forced to comment on her mother, not when she had claimed it was just a distant cousin.
"Do you think you can compete with her?" I asked, simultaneous with her shocked yelp. Its reason was simple. I had used the opportunity to leverage the strategic placement of my fingers, and plopped it to her puckered hole, shocking her through the intrusion.
"I don't think that's appropriate-" she tried to say, but I just pushed another digit in, the jolt enough to cut her off.
"Come on, Mione, I trust you," I said as my finger started to move up and down. She looked at me desperately, hoping for a reprieve, but only found a dark amusement. Finally, she just nodded. "Excellent," I whispered. "Now, lean forward, and put your hands on the seat in front of us." After a chuckle, I continued. "And don't forget to watch your cousin attentively, there's a lot you can learn from her."
She said nothing other than a barely audible murmur, already facing towards the screen. I guessed that her eyes were closed, but I didn't comment on it. Keeping them closed was going to be rather difficult in just a few minutes. While she considered the mistakes leading to her mother turned into an adult movie star, I continued probing her puckered hole with my fingers, their numbers increasing soon after.
But I was feeling impatient after putting the third finger in. I knew that she hadn't fully loosened, and pushing forward might have been dangerous, but on the other hand, that was why we had healing charms.
With that in mind, I stood up as I pulled her fingers out, though her entrance didn't stay empty for more than a second, forcibly replaced by my rough push. The exclamation of pain carrying hints of pleasure that she let out was utterly delicious, enough to make me even harder.
I pushed forward mercilessly, lodging my shaft halfway in with the first push. "Ouch," she exclaimed, and I decided to lean forward, my head appearing next to her. "Come on, sweetie, you're a big girl, you can handle a bit of pain. Can't you?"
"Careful-" she tried to argue, but I pushed even harder. Hermione was a smart girl, so she got the message, that only another stab of pain awaited her whenever she reacted negatively. So, she stayed silent despite my repeated intrusions.
"Good girl," I said, rewarding her with a rather stiff spank. "So, now that you're having your first anal experience, care to comment on your cousin's performance."
The blush that climbed to her neck was rather impressive, but I kept my gaze on her even as I continued to pound her, making her aware that answering was mandatory. "She's doing-" she started, but stammered halfway. "She's doing well," she repeated, her second attempt being much more successful.
"Yes, she definitely is," I answered with a widening smirk. "But don't worry, after a few sessions of careful practice, there's no reason for you not to catch up with her." After another spank, I brought my hands to her chest, mauling them mercilessly.
Under the grasp of her virgin puckered hole, my rather early trigger was not a surprise. With a gasp, I exploded, filling her insides with my seed. Then, without even pulling out, I wrapped my arms around her waist then sat back to my seat, her naked ass skewered with my shaft, which was trying to get back into life.
"What a nice movie," I murmured, my eyes on the screen. "But we have more important things to talk about. Namely, these Horcruxes. Do you have any idea what they are, or where we can find them?"
Hermione was a bit flustered, but that was to be expected from an amateur spy when she was naked in public, fleshly lacking her final virginity, and trying to give secrets of the most dangerous dark lord of the recent times. "We expect them to be founders artifacts…" Hermione murmured before launching on a detailed explanation. I listened carefully, but not carefully enough to keep me from starting to pump once more when my shaft returned to life. Hermione proved her impressive smarts and concentration by not missing any important detail despite my treatment, or the scene of her cum-covered mother on the screen…
Being a spy was my best idea yet…