Harry jumped in fright at the shower door opening, but he froze when he felt too lithe arms wrap around his waist.
"It's just me," Emma murmured in his ear.
Harry's body relaxed at her calming words. Then, he tensed back up when he felt Emma's naked body pressing against his back.
"Mrs Granger, what are you doing here?" Harry gulped nervously, trying not to look back at her.
"I told you to call me Emma," she playfully chastised him. "And what does it look like I'm here for? You're not the only one who needs to take a shower, so I thought maybe we could save some water by having one together."
As she spoke, Emma's hands were working their way up and down his chest. The years of Quidditch and working in greenhouses and gardens had left him lean but fit. He knew that his lightly-muscled body looked good, but it was another thing entirely to realise that it could turn other people on. And by the way Emma's hands were touching him, she was very turned on.
Despite not having that much experience with women, Harry knew enough to recognise what Emma was getting at. He'd been able to convince himself that her flirty behaviour before was just his imagination, but there was no denying this.
He tried to think of something to say back to her, maybe something suave or charming that'd get him one step closer to having some fun with her, but a few thoughts still plagued his mind.
"But," Harry began nervously, "what about Hermione?"
"What about her?" Came Emma's amused reply. "As far as I know, the two of you aren't together."
"We aren't," Harry confirmed. The topic had never come up, but Harry had definitely thought about it before. He wondered if it had for her too, but he'd never worked up the courage to ask her.
"Then I don't see what we need to worry about," Emma reassured him. "She won't be home for at least another hour, so we have the whole place to ourselves."
That both tantalised and terrified Harry. "All to ourselves?" He asked for confirmation.
"We can be as quiet or as loud as we want to be," Emma grinned. Her hands snaked down his belly to his hips and paused there. She pressed her petite breasts into his back harder, and he could feel her nipples hardening against him. "You know, I've caught you looking at me before."
Harry's breath hitched. He knew he'd been too obvious at times, but he hadn't realised that he'd ever been caught out like this.
"I thought it was cute," Emma giggled. "But now that I see what a handsome man you've become, I've been thinking more about it. You still like my body, don't you?"
"Yes," the throaty reply came before Harry could consciously think about answering.
"We're both adults having a bit of fun," Emma told him. "Don't you wanna have a bit of fun with me?"
Merlin, did he ever.
Something in his body language must have confirmed it because Emma giggled again. "Your face is so honest," she said.
Harry looked at her out of the corner of his eye. She was resting her chin on his shoulder and giving him a lustful look that told him she wanted this as much as he did. "Yours is too," he replied.
"Oh?" Emma smiled coyly. "What is my face saying then?"
Harry stared deep into her eyes, feeling the subtle motions of her rubbing her breasts against his back and her hands just above his crotch. She was staring back at him with her lips slightly parted, and she kept glancing down to his lips.
"You want to kiss me," Harry answered.
Emma's smile grew. "Close."
"You want me to kiss you?"
"What do you think?"
Was he really going to go through with this? The situation seemed so unbelievable: here he was in a shower with Hermione's mum, a woman he thought was incredibly attractive. It was like one of his fantasies came to life, but he had to consider the real-world implications too. Was this just going to be a one-time thing? What would happen if his mum found out about this? Or Hermione?
Emma's impatience showed on her face, but she didn't say or do anything to egg him on. She was respecting him and letting him make his own choice.
Frankly, Harry didn't know the answers to his questions, but he decided that he didn't really care. All that mattered to him right now was doing something he had always dreamed of.
Harry turned to face Emma. She looked just as incredible naked as he had imagined. She was slim but had wonderfully wide hips that led down to her long, lightly-tanned legs. Her breasts still sat fairly high on her chest despite the fact that she was a little over forty years old, and her tiny nipples were pebbled and pointed right at him. She had a cute smile on her lips and a hunger in her eyes as she looked over his body with the same lust that he was looking over hers with.
Seeing her like this in front of him with the light spray of water starting to coat her skin was just too much for Harry to bear. Before he even realised what he was doing, his mouth was on hers.
Emma moaned into the kiss and held his head in place as she pushed her tongue into Harry's mouth. There was a desperate need to her kiss, and Harry faintly realised that it must have been some time since she'd been with anyone. He couldn't remember ever seeing or hearing about her dating anyone since her husband passed away all those years ago.
Harry pushed Emma back until he had her pressed up against the glass shower wall. His hands were touching every inch of her skin that he could. She felt soft to his touch, and the warmth of her body contrasted beautifully with the cool water raining down on his back.
Touching Emma with his hands wasn't enough; he wanted more. He pinned her against the wall with his body, feeling her soft breasts against his chest and trapping his cock in between their bodies. Emma rubbed herself against him, lightly stroking his cock with her belly. Harry's cock throbbed with need and he groaned into her mouth.
Emma moaned as she pulled her lips back from his. "You have no idea how hard it was to not jump you out in the garden."
Harry chuckled lightly and reached behind Emma to squeeze her arse. "I was thinking the same thing. Walking in on you bent over . . ."
Emma licked her lips. "I'll do it anytime you want. Fuck, I'm so wet."
Harry felt breathless as Emma's words made the fire in him burn brighter. He wanted her so badly. "Can I—"
"You can do anything you want to me," Emma interrupted him quickly. She was panting too. "Just do it soon."
Harry's other hand found Emma's arse and he hoisted her up in the air against the wall. Her legs moved with practised ease as they wrapped around his waist. It took Harry a few seconds to adjust his grip on Emma's arse and his stance on the slippery shower floor, but he managed to find a position that left him stable enough to do what he had dreamed of for years.
Emma kept one hand on Harry's shoulder while her other went down to his cock. Harry nearly came the second she touched him; her small hand sent an electric sensation down his shaft to his balls. He bucked his hips forward, thrusting into her fist.
Emma giggled. "Eager, are we?"
"Very," Harry admitted, feeling almost a little embarrassed.
"Good," Emma replied, licking her lips. She guided his cock to her entrance. He could feel her juices already starting to coat the head of his cock as she brushed him up and down against her pink lips. "I want you to give me everything you have."
Sweeter words had never been spoken. Harry was so desperate to get started that when he felt his cock hit just the right place, he thrust forward and filled Emma completely.
She let out a strangled sound of pleasure before she started gasping. "Fuck, maybe not everything right away," she groaned.
"Sorry," Harry quickly apologised and nervously tried to pull back out of her.
"No," Emma moaned as she felt Harry's cock recede. "Get back inside. I just need a second to adjust to you. It's been so long since I've had anything inside of me, and you're really fucking big."
Harry grinned at Emma's words. She thought he was big? Ginny had too.
This time, Harry slowly eased himself forward, filling Emma's pussy back up. She wasn't quite as tight as he remembered Ginny being, but that was a hard standard to match. With Ginny, despite how horny and wet she got, Harry really had to force his cock in and out of her due to how tight she was; with Emma, her walls still felt very snug around him, but he could move much more freely. She felt hot and silky and wet around him, and it was a sensation that Harry wanted to drown in.
After pausing inside of Emma for a minute and giving her a chance to catch her breath, she made her pussy really tight around Harry's cock for a second, eliciting a groan from him.
"Ready," she smiled cheekily. Her voice was like warm honey, offering comfort and sweetness, but the look of lust in her eyes was like the hot summer sun bearing down on his bare skin.
Harry readjusted his grip on her arsecheeks and pulled his hips back before slamming them forward again. The glass wall behind Emma rattled but held firm against Harry's powerful thrust. Emma groaned at the feeling of Harry's thick cock stretching out her pussy. She wrapped both of her arms around his back and clung to him as he repeated his motions.
Despite the cool water pouring down on his back, Harry felt himself starting to sweat again. A hard day's work had left him tired, but having sex with the woman he had fantasised about for years gave him the energy to go on. He had no desire to go slow, and neither did Emma. Instead, he gave it everything he had and fucked Emma like it was the last time he'd be able to fuck a woman. He gave it to her hard and fast and relished every little burst of pleasure that came from his cock being caressed by her pussy.
With her pinned back against the wall, it grew easier for Harry to really pound Emma's pussy once he managed to control his balance. Emma was light enough that carrying her wasn't much of a hassle—he'd had plenty of practise carrying around Herbology equipment and heavy plants to teach him how to stand to maximise his balance. The pleasure from fucking her was leaving him lightheaded, and Emma seemed to be in a similar state to him.
At first, Emma's eyes had been focused on watching Harry's cock plunge in and out of her pussy. Now, her eyes were screwed up tight in pleasure as she moaned wantonly. Her hands clawed at Harry's back, and she delighted in brushing her sensitive nipples against his muscled chest.
"Oh, Harry," Emma moaned loudly. "This feels so good!"
Calling this good was the biggest understatement Harry could imagine. All of Harry's senses felt electrified, and Emma's pussy felt like it was massaging his entire length every time he plunged into her. Between that incredible feeling of pinning her up against the wall and feeling her warm body against his, this was positively the most intense thing Harry had ever experienced.
Suddenly, Emma let out a cry, and Harry felt a gush of warm liquid shoot out against his crotch. It dripped down his thighs, getting washed away by the cool water from the shower.
"What was—" Harry began to ask.
Emma's thighs trembled against him. "God, you made me squirt. I haven't done that in I don't know how long. Fuck, kiss me."
Harry didn't have much of a choice in the matter as one of Emma's hands pulled his head towards hers. Their lips met in an explosive kiss. Emma was desperately forcing her tongue into Harry's mouth as he tried to keep up with her. He was forced to ram his hips forward, burying his cock deep into her pussy, in order to focus on not falling backwards.
When their lips finally parted, Emma gave him a smouldering look. "I think I might just have to keep you around after this."
Harry's hips jerked against her of their own accord. "I'd like that," he replied eagerly.
Emma smiled at him. "Still, it would be a shame to keep you all to myself." She leaned in close and whispered into his ear. "I wonder how many other women wouldn't mind you helping them out with their gardens."
Dozens of faces flashed through Harry's mind of women he knew: girls he went to Hogwarts with, his friends, friends of his mum. They were all ripe and ready to be plucked.
"In fact," Emma's smile turned teasing. "I can't help but wonder what Hermione would make of you."
Harry choked on air, which made Emma giggle.
"Sorry, sorry," she said as she squeezed her pussy around his cock. "I may have gone a little far with that one, but I'm honestly surprised that the two of you never got together. I made sure to ask Hermione if you two had ever done it before I made my move on you."
If Emma was his biggest fantasy, Hermione had to be his number two. She had been his best friend for years, but he couldn't deny the fact that she had turned into a beautiful woman. It was only the fear of ruining their friendship that Harry had never done anything with her before.
"Still," Emma continued. "Maybe it's something to think about for another time. I certainly wouldn't mind having you as my son-in-law," she winked at him.
"Can we not talk about this now?" Harry asked. He really didn't want to be thinking about Hermione while he was inside of her mother—though, it did excite him a little bit.
Emma giggled again and kissed him. "I suppose we're not done yet, are we? I certainly haven't had my fill of your wonderful, thick cock yet," she said sultrily. She squeezed her walls around him again, and Harry took that as his sign to continue.
Kisses took a backseat to panting and moaning as Harry regained his rhythm of thrusting in and out of Emma's pussy. She was as wet as ever for him, so it was easy to pound her hard. The glass wall kept rattling in time with the sound of Harry's balls smacking off of the base of Emma's arse.
"Yes," Emma hissed as she ran her hands down Harry's back. One of them slipped off of him and she started to touch her clit as Harry fucked her hard. "That's it! Fuck me!"
Harry groaned and kept at it. Her pussy kept fluttering around his cock, and it was getting hard for him to keep holding on. He knew he only had a minute, if that, left in him.
"I'm getting close," he warned her.
Emma's eyes flashed lustily. "You can finish inside me."
"But—"
"It'll be fine; it's a safe day for me," Emma assured him. "Besides, I haven't felt a man cum inside of me for years, and there's nothing more that I want than to feel your hot seed in my belly."
Her words were getting to him. The thought of cumming inside of Emma's hot pussy made him speed up exponentially. His thrusting became harder and more erratic as he grew closer and closer to the edge. All it was going to take was one final thrust and—
"Emma!" Harry cried as he bucked forward, slamming into her hard. His entire body pressed itself tightly against Emma as his cock rammed as deep inside of her as it could go. He exploded inside of her, unleashing the torrent of cum that had been building up inside of him ever since he'd first laid eyes on her earlier today.
Emma was gently stroking the back of his head and whispering something as Harry kept making tiny thrusts against her, pushing out every last drop of cum he had, but he didn't make any of it out; all that he could perceive was the overwhelming pleasure that completely engulfed him.
With his arms and legs shaking, Emma unwrapped her legs from around Harry's waist and stood on her two feet. Harry was still in her pussy, reeling from the intense orgasm he had just had, but he eventually fell backwards, landing on his butt on the floor and gasping for air as he looked up at the goddess in front of him.
Emma had a blissful look on her face. She was looking down at her pussy, where Harry's cum was starting to dribble out of her.
"That was perfect," she sighed happily.
Harry had to agree, even if it had taken everything out of him. "Yeah," he said.
Emma smiled at him and reached down to help him back up onto his feet. "Here, let me help you wash up. It's the least I can do after this gift you've given me."
The next ten minutes were incredibly comforting and sensual. Emma stayed perpetually glued against him; at least a tiny bit of her skin was always touching his as she took a washcloth and wiped the dirt and sweat from his body. She even used her breasts to wash his back, much to both of their amusements. Harry had gotten hard again through the process, but he reluctantly turned down the offered blowjob. He was much too tired to do more than go back home and crash in his bed for a while.
When the shower ended, the two of them got out together and Emma dried off every inch of his body with her towel. Then, while she was still naked, Emma helped Harry get dressed.
"You know, a garden needs regular maintenance," Emma said casually as Harry finished putting on his shirt.
Harry eyed her up. "That it does. Most gardeners do weekly care on their gardens, though the magic I used should help yours stay fresher for longer."
Emma hummed. "I don't know. I still think I'd like you to come visit to make sure everything is in proper order. Even coming over weekly seems like too little."
"Maybe you can call me or I can call you anytime we think the garden needs a fresh look at?" Harry suggested.
"That sounds perfect," Emma beamed. "Do be warned, I think it might need another look at tomorrow. And the day after that, and the day after that, and—"
"I get it," Harry chuckled. "I'll do my best to attend to your garden's needs."
Emma opened her mouth to say something, but she paused when a faint rumble ran through the house.
"Mum, I'm home!"
Harry and Emma's eyes both shot wide open. Hermione was back home early!
"Fuck," Harry muttered as he quickly double checked to make sure he had all of his stuff. "I should go."
"I'll call you," Emma said hurriedly as Harry made for the door.
Harry barely made it out of Emma's bedroom in time to see Hermione's head of hair near the bottom of the stairs. He closed the door as quietly as he could behind himself and tried his best to put on a casual, friendly face.
Thankfully, Hermione didn't spot Harry until he got the door closed, but then a confused look came over Hermione's face when she did. He knew that he must have failed terribly at trying to play off like he hadn't just fucked her mother; his face felt beet red and he had a strange sort of grimace as he tried to mask any awkward or embarrassed look on his face.
"Harry?" Hermione said as she paused halfway up the stairs. "Why are you here? And why do you look . . . weird?"
"No reason," Harry answered quickly, too quickly.
Hermione frowned, clearly not believing him. "So you just came to my house for no reason?" She leaned in closer and inspected his hair. "Why is your hair wet?"
Harry bit back a curse. He had to answer her fast. The first thing that came to his mind was the truth, though he decided that it was best to leave out the topic of what he and Emma had done. "Actually, I just did a bit of help cleaning up the back garden," Harry said awkwardly. "And your mum let me take a shower when I was done."
"Oh," Hermione replied, seemingly mollified at his logical answer. "She has been going on about needing to get it cleaned up."
"Yeah. She called my mum and asked if I'd be willing to help, and then my mum asked me, and I figured why not help out? I mean, I am going to school for this after all," Harry rambled on nervously. "So I came over and did that."
"Uh huh," Hermione nodded, returning to looking at him strangely. "Are you alright?"
"Never better," Harry answered honestly. Well, he was exhausted, but it was a satisfying type of exhaustion.
"Alright," Hermione said, though she didn't seem to believe him entirely. She could tell that something was off, but she just wasn't quite sure what. She pulled her bag off of her shoulder and climbed the rest of the way up the stairs before briefly opening the door to her bedroom and tossing her bag inside. "I was about to head down to the market to get some sweets. Wanna come?"
Harry didn't want to give away that anything was up, so he just nodded his head. He usually never turned down an opportunity to pick up a small square of treacle fudge when he visited Hermione.
"Great," Hermione smiled at him. "I'll just let my mum know we're heading out."
"No!" Harry exclaimed suddenly.
"No?" Hermione frowned at him. "What's wrong with you today?"
"Nothing," Harry shook his head. "I just . . ."
He trailed off as the door to Emma's bedroom cracked open silently. Hermione hadn't noticed it or Emma's head as it peeked out through the crack. From the sliver of her he could see, she was still completely naked. She looked as though she had been laughing, and she quickly blew him a kiss before hiding back inside of her bedroom.
"You just what, Harry?" Hermione prompted.
"Sorry, maybe the heat got to me a bit today," Harry said, shaking his head. "I've just been out all day, you know? And about your mum, uh, she decided to go out earlier. Something about picking something up from a friend."
"She didn't mention anything about that this morning," Hermione murmured to herself before she shook her head. "Whatever. Are you ready to go?"
"Yup," Harry replied, already starting to head down the stairs. He wanted to get as far away from the Granger house as he could before he could get himself in trouble with Hermione, though he was already dreaming about his next trip back here.