The Training Session 

Harry felt every muscle in his body tense as he stood before the entrance to the Room of Requirement. The stone corridor was eerily quiet, shadows dancing on the walls from flickering torchlight. He took a deep breath, inhaling the musty scent of ancient magic that permeated the castle.

His fingers trembled slightly as he reached for the ornate door handle. The cool metal against his skin sent a shiver down his spine. He hesitated, acutely aware of what—or rather who—awaited him on the other side.

Luna. Her name echoed in his mind, stirring a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Friendship, loyalty, and something deeper, more primal, that he dared not name. The air around him seemed to crackle with anticipation.

Swallowing hard, Harry steeled himself and pushed open the door. The hinges creaked softly as the room revealed itself. A warm, golden glow suffused the space, emanating from dozens of floating candles that hovered near the vaulted ceiling. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood, an intoxicating blend that made Harry's head swim.

His eyes scanned the room, taking in the plush velvet cushions scattered across the floor and the gossamer curtains that draped from the walls. And there, in the center of it all, stood Luna.

She turned to face him, her silvery eyes luminous in the candlelight. Her dirty blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves, and she wore a flowing white dress that seemed to shimmer as she moved. Harry's breath caught in his throat at the sight of her.

"Hello, Harry," Luna said, her voice as dreamy and melodious as ever. "I've been waiting for you."

Harry's heart thundered in his chest as he took a tentative step forward. The door swung shut behind him with a soft click, sealing them in their own private sanctuary. Luna's gaze never left his, those ethereal eyes seeming to peer into his very soul.

"Luna," he breathed, her name a prayer on his lips. "I... I'm not sure why I'm here."

A knowing smile played at the corners of Luna's mouth. She glided towards him, her bare feet silent on the plush carpet. "Don't you?" she murmured. "I think you know exactly why you've come, Harry Potter."

The air between them crackled with unspoken tension. Harry found himself mesmerized by the graceful sway of Luna's hips, the delicate curve of her collarbone peeking out from her gossamer dress. His fingers itched to explore the hollow at her throat, to trace the soft, pale skin that seemed to glow in the candlelight. He clenched his fists at his sides instead, willing himself to stay grounded, though every breath he took seemed to draw him closer to her orbit.

Luna stopped just a few feet away, tilting her head as she studied him. Her silvery eyes were wide and unblinking, like moonlight on water, reflecting something deeper—an understanding that made Harry feel exposed and vulnerable, as though she could see every thought he tried to bury beneath the surface.

"You carry so much weight," she said softly, her voice almost a whisper. "I can feel it when you look at me."

Harry's throat tightened. He wanted to respond, but no words came. Instead, he let his gaze fall to her lips—soft and slightly parted—and for a moment, he imagined leaning forward and closing the distance between them. The idea sent a jolt of heat through him, searing and undeniable. He shifted on his feet, trying to suppress the swell of desire that threatened to consume him, but Luna took another small step closer. The distance between them had narrowed to almost nothing, and Harry felt as if the air itself were conspiring against him—thick with her scent, charged with an energy that made it impossible to think clearly.

"You don't have to carry it alone," she said, her voice so soft that it was almost swallowed by the flickering hum of the candles. "You never did."

Harry's pulse roared in his ears. There was something otherworldly about the way she spoke, about the gentleness in her tone that belied the depth of her words. Her small hands rose—not quite touching him, but close enough that he could feel their warmth radiating against his chest. She hesitated there for a heartbeat, a fragile moment suspended between them.

"Luna..." His voice cracked, hoarse and low. He knew he should stop this, but he couldn’t find it in him to care for what was proper anymore.

 

Luna's fingers gently brushed against Harry's chest, sending sparks of electricity through his body. He inhaled sharply at her touch, his emerald eyes darkening with barely restrained desire.

"You've always seen me," Luna murmured, her silvery gaze never leaving his. "Even when others looked away."

Harry's hand moved of its own accord, coming up to cup Luna's cheek. Her skin was impossibly soft beneath his calloused palm. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

"How could I not see you?" Harry whispered, his thumb tracing the delicate curve of her cheekbone. "You're... extraordinary."

A faint blush bloomed across Luna's pale skin, and when she opened her eyes again, they shimmered with an intensity that took Harry's breath away. Slowly, giving him every chance to back away

 

Luna's lips parted slightly as she leaned in, her breath warm against Harry's skin. Time seemed to slow as the distance between them vanished. Their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss that sent sparks of electricity coursing through Harry's body.

He inhaled sharply, drinking in Luna's intoxicating scent - a blend of jasmine and something uniquely her. His hand slid from her cheek to tangle in her silky hair, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened. Luna responded with equal fervor, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

The world around them faded away, leaving only the heat of their bodies pressed together and the soft sounds of their quickened breaths. Harry's other hand found the small of Luna's back, splaying across the delicate fabric of her dress. He could feel the warmth of her skin beneath, igniting a primal need to feel every part of her body against his. Her lithe frame fit perfectly against his own, as though she had always been meant to be there, in his arms, in this moment. The softness of her lips, the way she sighed into him—it was all-consuming, and Harry felt as though he were drowning in her. And yet, for the first time in what felt like years, he didn’t want to come up for air.

Luna’s hands slid upwards, brushing along his chest until they rested on the nape of his neck. Her fingers danced lightly over the edges of his hairline, sending shivers cascading down his spine. She tilted her head slightly, deepening their kiss with an aching tenderness that made Harry’s knees threaten to buckle beneath him.

“Luna…” he murmured against her mouth as his hand moved to cradle her jaw, tilting her face so he could drink her in more fully. She was ethereal in every sense of the word—soft yet unyielding, fragile yet unbreakable

 

With a gentle urgency, Luna guided Harry backwards until his legs hit the edge of a plush chaise lounge that had materialized behind them. She pressed lightly on his chest, encouraging him to sit. Harry sank onto the velvet cushions, his eyes never leaving Luna's face as she stood before him, bathed in the warm glow of candlelight.

Luna's fingers trailed down to the thin straps of her dress. With agonizing slowness, she slid them off her shoulders. The gossamer fabric whispered against her skin as it pooled at her feet, leaving her bare save for a pair of delicate lace knickers.

Harry's breath caught in his throat. Luna was breathtaking - all soft curves and pale, luminous skin. His gaze roamed hungrily over her body, drinking in every detail. The gentle swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the soft curve of her hips. Luna stood still, allowing Harry to take in the sight of her. There was no shyness in her posture, only a serene confidence that took his breath away.

"You're beautiful," Harry whispered, his voice thick with emotion and desire.

Luna smiled, a dreamy yet knowing expression. She stepped forward, closing the distance between them. With graceful movements, she straddled Harry's lap, her knees sinking into the plush velvet on either side of his thighs. The heat of her body against his was intoxicating.

Harry's hands found her waist, marveling at the softness of her skin. He traced reverent patterns along her sides as Luna's fingers began to work at the buttons of his shirt. Each newly exposed inch of his chest was met with a feather-light kiss from her lips. Harry couldn't suppress the shudder that ran down his spine as her fingertips brushed against his skin.

"Your turn," Luna breathed, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Take off your jeans."

Harry swallowed hard, his hands trembled slightly as he reached for the button of his jeans. Luna shifted back, giving him room to maneuver. He fumbled with the zipper, acutely aware of Luna's gaze upon him. Finally, he managed to push the denim down his legs, kicking the jeans aside.

Luna's eyes roamed appreciatively over his newly exposed skin. Her fingertips traced the lean muscles of his thighs, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Harry's breath hitched as her hand brushed teasingly close to the obvious bulge in his boxers.

"Luna," he groaned, his voice husky with need.

She leaned in, capturing his lips in another searing kiss. Harry's hands found her waist once more, pulling her flush against him. The feel of her bare skin against his chest was electric. Luna rolled her hips experimentally, drawing a wanton moan from his lips.

As their passionate kisses deepened, Harry lost himself in the sensation of Luna's body against his. The feel of her silky skin against his own, the way she moved against him, their breaths mingling in the heated air between them. His hands roamed her supple form, learning every curve and contour as if he'd been waiting his entire life for this moment.

With a daring that astounded even himself, Harry slid his hands down to cup her firm butt, reveling in the soft flesh beneath his fingers. Luna gasped against his mouth, arching into his touch. Her silvery eyes fluttered open, dark with desire as she gazed at him through heavy lids.

"Harry," she breathed, her voice husky. "I want to feel you... all of you."

Her words sent a jolt of electricity through his body. With trembling hands, Harry slid his fingers beneath the delicate lace of her knickers. Luna lifted her hips, allowing him to slowly peel the fabric down her legs. She shimmied out of them gracefully, kicking them aside.

Now fully bare before him, Luna was a vision of ethereal beauty. The candlelight played across her pale skin, casting her in an otherworldly glow.

 

Harry's breath caught in his throat as he took in Luna's naked form. She was breathtaking - all soft curves and luminous skin that seemed to glow in the candlelight. His hands ghosted reverently over her body, mapping every dip and swell.

Luna shivered under his touch, her silvery eyes dark with desire as she gazed at him. With nimble fingers, she tugged at the waistband of his boxers. Harry lifted his hips, allowing her to slide them off. Now they were both bare, skin against skin.

Luna's hand wrapped around Harry's length, stroking slowly. He groaned, his head falling back against the chaise as pleasure coursed through him. Her touch was electric, igniting every nerve ending.

"Luna," he breathed, voice rough with need.

She silenced him with a kiss, deep and passionate. As their tongues danced, exploring and reacquainting themselves with each other's mouths, Luna's hand continued to stroke him, her touch gaining in confidence and boldness. Harry couldn't remember a time when he'd ever felt such all-consuming desire for another person. It was as if the whole world had shrunk down to just the two of them, lost in this secret, forbidden world.

Harry's hands roamed Luna's body, tracing patterns on her back, up her spine and down to the small of her back. Her skin was like silk beneath his fingers, hot to the touch and electric. His hips bucked upwards involuntarily, seeking out more of her touch.

His length nestled against her heat, and Harry bit back a groan as their bodies began to move in sync—faster, harder. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in an ocean of pleasure.

Luna's nails dug into his back as her climax approached, her breathing ragged and uneven. "Har-ry," she moaned, her voice a mix of ecstasy and need. His member, slick from her arousal, slipped

 

between her folds, teasing her entrance. Luna gasped, her silvery eyes locking onto Harry's emerald gaze. A silent question passed between them.

"Please," Luna whispered, her voice trembling with need.

With aching slowness, Harry guided himself into her welcoming heat. They both moaned as he sank deeper, savoring every exquisite inch of their connection. Luna's inner walls clenched around him, drawing him in further until he was fully sheathed within her.

For a moment, they remained still, foreheads pressed together as they adjusted to the overwhelming sensation. Harry's hands roamed Luna's back, tracing soothing patterns on her flushed skin. Her fingers tangled in his messy black hair, tugging gently.

Then, with a roll of her hips, Luna began to move. Harry groaned, his hands flying to her waist to guide her movements. Luna rose and fell atop him in a slow, sensual rhythm. Her silvery eyes never left his, filled with an intensity that took Harry's breath away. With each roll of her hips, waves of pleasure coursed through him.

Harry leaned forward, capturing one of Luna's pert nipples between his lips. She gasped, arching into his touch as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud. His hand came up to caress her other breast, thumb brushing over the hardened peak.

"Harry," Luna moaned, her voice breathy and high. Her pace quickened, driving him deeper with each downward thrust.

He could feel the tension building within him, a coiling heat in his lower abdomen. But he was determined to bring Luna to the edge first. His hand slid between their joined bodies, fingers finding her sensitive bundle of nerves. Luna could feel his calloused fingers stroking her clit.

Luna gasped as Harry's fingers found her most sensitive spot, her silvery eyes widening with pleasure. She ground down harder against him, chasing the exquisite friction. Harry could feel her inner walls beginning to flutter around his length as her climax approached.

"That's it," he murmured encouragingly, his voice rough with desire. "Let go for me, Luna."

His thumb circled her clit with increasing pressure as Luna's movements became more frantic. Her nails raked down his back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Harry hissed at the delicious pain, his hips bucking upwards to meet her thrusts.

Luna's breath came in short, sharp pants. Her eyes locked onto Harry's, filled with an intensity that made his heart stutter in his chest. He could see the exact moment she tipped over the edge - her lips parted in a silent cry, Luna's eyes fluttered closed as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around Harry, drawing him deeper. She cried out his name, her voice high and breathy as her climax washed through her.

The sight and feel of Luna coming undone above him pushed Harry to the brink. With a few more powerful thrusts, he followed her over the edge. His vision went white as ecstasy surged through his body. He buried his face in the crook of Luna's neck, muffling his groans against her flushed skin as he spilled himself inside her.

For several long moments, they remained entwined, bodies trembling with aftershocks. Luna's fingers carded gently through Harry's messy hair as their breathing slowly returned to normal. The air around them was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, mingling with the lingering scent of jasmine and sandalwood. Harry lifted his head, gazing at Luna with a mix of awe and tenderness. Her silvery eyes were soft, a dreamy smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"That was..." Harry trailed off, unable to find words adequate to describe the intensity of what they had just shared.

Luna's smile widened. "Magical," she finished for him, her voice still slightly breathless.

Harry chuckled softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her lips. "Yeah, magical," he agreed.

With careful movements, Luna lifted herself off of him, both of them gasping softly at the loss of connection. She curled up against his side, her head resting on his chest. Harry's arm wrapped around her, holding her close as if afraid she might disappear if he let go.

The room seemed to sense their need for rest and the candles dimmed, casting the space in a soft, sultry glow. Harry's eyes drifted shut as Luna's even breathing steadied into a light doze. Despite the tumultuous turn of events that had brought them to this moment, he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so at peace.

Hours passed like minutes, and it was only the insistent chime of a clock that jolted Harry from his post-coital haze. He sat up, careful not to rouse Luna still sleeping peacefully beside him. The room had reset itself while they slept, their clothes folded neatly on a nearby chair.

 

Harry gently stroked Luna's cheek, rousing her from sleep. Her silvery eyes fluttered open, a dreamy smile spreading across her face as she gazed up at him.

"We should probably head back," Harry murmured reluctantly, his fingers still tracing lazy patterns on her skin. "It's nearly curfew."

Luna stretched languidly, her lithe body arching against his. "Mmm, I suppose you're right," she sighed. "Though I'd much rather stay here with you."

Harry's heart swelled at her words. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. "Me too," he whispered against her mouth. "But we'll have other nights."

They dressed slowly, stealing glances and soft touches as they helped each other straighten rumpled clothes. As Harry fastened the last button on Luna's blouse, his fingers lingered, tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone. Luna shivered at his touch, her silvery eyes meeting his with an intensity that made his breath catch.

"Harry," she murmured, her voice soft and dreamy. "What happens now?"

He paused, considering her question. The reality of their situation began to settle over him - the war looming outside these walls, the dangers that awaited them. But looking at Luna, radiant in the fading candlelight, he found he couldn't bring himself to worry about the future.

"Now," Harry said, pulling her close, "we face whatever comes together."

Luna's arms wound around his waist, her cheek resting against his chest. Harry could feel the steady beat of her heart against his own. "I like the sound of that," she whispered.

The End

Happy Yule

Ginny glowed with an inner radiance that seemed to set her aflame from within. The flickering candlelight of the Gryffindor common room caught the copper highlights in her hair, turning each strand into a lick of fire. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief and something deeper, more primal, as she locked the door behind them.

Knowing the house elves she had asked for a bed inside the classroom and the helpful creatures were only to happy to oblige.

Her heart raced, a staccato rhythm that echoed in her ears as she turned back to face him. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, thick and heady like smoke. Ginny's fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the top button of her blouse, her gaze never leaving his.

The bed loomed in the corner, its crisp white sheets a stark contrast to the weathered stone walls of the classroom. Moonlight filtered through the high windows, casting long shadows that danced across the floor, mirroring the conflicting emotions that flickered across Ginny's face - desire, nervousness, determination.

She took a step toward Harry, her movements fluid and graceful like a cat stalking its prey. The floorboards creaked softly beneath her feet, the sound seeming to echo in the hushed silence of the room. Harry's breath caught in his throat as he watched her approach, his emerald eyes darkening with a hunger that matched her own.

Ginny's fingers continued their slow descent down her blouse, each button coming undone revealing tantalizing glimpses of creamy skin beneath. The air grew thick and heavy with anticipation, charged with an electric current that seemed to pulse between them. 

Harry remained rooted to the spot, his body taut with restraint as Ginny closed the distance. He could smell the intoxicating scent of her flowery perfume mingling with something uniquely Ginny - a heady combination that made his head spin. 

His hands itched to reach out and touch her, but he held back, mesmerized by her deliberate movements. As Ginny's blouse fell open, revealing the delicate lace of her bra, Harry's breath hitched audibly. The sound seemed to embolden her, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"Harry," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. The single word sent a shiver down his spine.

Unable to resist any longer, Harry closed the remaining distance between them. His hands found her waist, fingers splaying across the warm skin of her lower back. Ginny's eyes fluttered closed at his touch, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

The moonlight cast half of her face in shadow, accentuating the curve of her cheekbone and the slope of her neck. Harry lowered his head, lips brushing against the sensitive skin just below her ear. Ginny shuddered, her fingers curling into the fabric of Harry's shirt as she pressed herself closer to him. The heat of her body seeped through the thin material, igniting a fire deep within his core.

With trembling hands, Ginny began to unbutton Harry's shirt, her fingertips grazing his chest as she worked her way down. Each fleeting touch sent sparks of electricity coursing through him. When she reached the last button, her hands slid beneath the fabric, tracing the contours of his lean muscles.

Harry's breath came in ragged gasps as Ginny's exploring hands roamed over his skin. He captured her lips in a searing kiss, pouring all of his pent-up desire and longing into it. Ginny responded with equal fervor, her lips parting to allow him deeper access.

As they kissed, Harry's hands slid up Ginny's back, fingers tracing her spine. He unclasped her bra with trembling hands, letting it fall away. Ginny gasped softly as the cool air hit her newly exposed skin. 

Harry pulled back slightly, his eyes roaming over her with unconcealed desire. In the moonlight, Ginny's pale skin seemed to glow, the smattering of freckles across her shoulders like constellations waiting to be explored. 

With reverent fingers, Harry cupped her breasts, marveling at their softness. Ginny arched into his touch, a low moan escaping her lips. The sound ignited something primal within him.

In one fluid motion, Harry lifted Ginny into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her to the bed, Harry's lips never leaving hers, he gently lowered Ginny onto the bed. The crisp sheets rustled beneath them as he settled his weight over her, careful not to crush her smaller frame. Ginny's hands roamed across the planes of his back, nails lightly scraping his skin and eliciting a shudder from Harry.

Their kisses grew more urgent, tongues tangling as months of pent-up desire finally found release. Harry trailed his lips along the column of Ginny's throat, savoring the taste of her skin. She tilted her head back, offering more access as soft sighs of pleasure escaped her. 

Ginny's fingers threaded through Harry's unruly hair, tugging gently to guide his mouth lower. He obliged, peppering kisses across her collarbone and down to the swell of her breasts. When his lips reached her belly button Ginny arched her back, a soft gasp escaping her lips as Harry's mouth trailed lower. His hands slid down her sides, fingers hooking into the waistband of her skirt. He paused, green eyes flickering up to meet her gaze, seeking permission. Ginny nodded, her breath coming in quick pants as Harry slowly pulled the garment down her legs.

The moonlight bathed her pale skin in an ethereal glow, highlighting every curve and dip of her body. Harry's breath caught in his throat at the sight of her, laid bare before him. His fingers trembled slightly as he traced the soft skin of her inner thigh, marveling at its silky texture.

As he dipped his mouth lower, Ginny's breath hitched. Her fingers tightened in Harry's hair as his tongue traced delicate patterns against her most sensitive flesh. Waves of pleasure coursed through her body, building slowly but steadily as Harry explored her with reverent attention.

Ginny's soft moans filled the air, spurring Harry on. He savored her taste, intoxicated by her scent and the way she responded to his touch. Her hips began to move of their own accord, grinding against his mouth as the tension coiled tighter within her.

"Harry," she gasped, her voice thick with need. "Please..."

He understood her unspoken request, sliding two fingers inside her as his tongue continued its ministrations. Ginny cried out, her back arching off the bed. Harry curled his fingers, searching for that spot that would send her over the edge.

As he reached deeper, Ginny's body tensed, trembling on the edge of release. Harry redoubled his efforts, his tongue swirling in tight circles as his fingers stroked her inner walls. With a keening cry, Ginny shattered, waves of pleasure crashing over her. Her thighs clamped around Harry's head as her body shuddered through the intense climax.

Harry gentled his movements, easing her through the aftershocks. When the last tremors subsided, he placed a tender kiss on her inner thigh before moving back up her body. Ginny's eyes were heavy-lidded, her cheeks flushed with a rosy glow. She pulled him down for a languid kiss, tasting herself on his lips.

Her nimble fingers made quick work of his belt and trousers, pushing them down his hips. Harry kicked them off, and ripped his shirt over his head, desperate to feel Ginny's skin against his own. As their bare bodies pressed together, both gasped at the exquisite sensation. Ginny's hands roamed over the planes of Harry's back, tracing the lean muscles that rippled beneath his skin.

With trembling fingers, Harry brushed a stray lock of fiery hair from Ginny's face. Her blue eyes met his, dark with desire but also shining with trust and love. Harry's heart swelled, overcome by the depth of his feelings for her.

"Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice husky with need.

Ginny nodded, pulling him closer. "I've never been more sure of anything," she breathed against his lips.

Harry positioned himself at her entrance, the heat of her core beckoning him. With agonizing slowness, he eased his length inside her, gritting his teeth against the exquisite sensation. Ginny gasped, her nails digging into Harry's shoulders as she adjusted to the unfamiliar fullness. He stilled, allowing her body to acclimate, and peppered soft kisses along her jaw and neck.

When Ginny's hips began to move restlessly beneath him, Harry took it as his cue to continue. He withdrew almost completely before sliding back in, setting a languid pace that had them both panting. Ginny's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust. 

Their bodies moved together in a primal rhythm, the ancient dance of lovers. Harry's lips found Ginny's again, swallowing her soft moans as he increased his pace. The bed creaked softly beneath them, the sound mingling with their gasps and sighs of pleasure.

Ginny's hands roamed over Harry's sweat-slicked skin, tracing the contours of his back and shoulders. Her touch ignited sparks wherever it landed, stoking the fire building within him. Harry buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent as he drove deeper.

"Harry," Ginny gasped, her voice thick with need. "I'm close..."

The room filled with the sound of skin against skin and their mingled gasps and moans. Sweat beaded on Harry's brow as he fought to maintain control, wanting to prolong their pleasure. Ginny's hands roamed his back, occasionally scratching lightly and sending shivers down his spine. 

Harry's hand slid between their bodies, seeking out the sensitive bundle of nerves at Ginny's core. His fingers circled and stroked in time with his thrusts, drawing breathy cries from her lips. Ginny's inner walls began to flutter around him as her climax approached.

"Let go, Gin," Harry murmured against her ear, his voice low and husky. "I've got you."

As he continued to plunge into her depths, Harry felt Ginny's inner walls begin to flutter and clench around him. Her breaths came in short, desperate gasps as she neared her peak once more. Harry increased his pace, driving into her with renewed vigor as he chased his own release. 

"Oh, Harry," Ginny moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. Her nails raked down his back, leaving fiery trails in their wake. The slight pain only heightened Harry's arousal, pushing him closer to the edge.

He slipped a hand between their bodies, his fingers finding that sensitive bundle of nerves. Ginny cried out as he began to stroke in time with his thrusts, her hips bucking wildly beneath him. 

Harry scraped his teeth gently along the sensitive skin of Ginny's neck as he continued to thrust into her welcoming heat. The dual sensations of his fingers circling her most sensitive spot and his length filling her completely pushed Ginny over the edge. She cried out Harry's name as waves of pleasure crashed over her, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around him. 

The feeling of Ginny coming undone beneath him was Harry's undoing. With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and found his own release, spilling himself deep inside her. His hips jerked erratically as the aftershocks of his climax rippled through him.

For several long moments, they lay tangled together, chests heaving as they caught their breath. Harry's weight pressed Ginny into the mattress, but she reveled in the feeling of being surrounded by him.

As their breathing gradually slowed, Harry gently rolled to the side, not wanting to crush Ginny beneath his weight. He gathered her into his arms, her head resting on his chest as their legs remained intertwined. The cool night air raised goosebumps on their sweat-dampened skin.

Ginny traced idle patterns on Harry's chest, her fingertips dancing over the lean muscles. A contented sigh escaped her lips as she snuggled closer, savoring the warmth of his body. Harry's hand stroked up and down her spine in a soothing rhythm, occasionally tangling in her fiery locks.

The moonlight streaming through the windows cast a silvery glow over their entwined forms. In the afterglow of their lovemaking, the world beyond their secluded classroom seemed to fade away. 

Kimmy couldn't believe it. Her life seemed to go really well, after all as a nubile teenie with an OnlyFans the money just kept coming.

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She arrived at the local motel. An ordinary looking place to say the least. There were other young people here, on holiday perhaps? Or maybe visiting their grandparents or friends. No doubt her motel room would be nice and tidy though.

She had frigged herself silly in one their rooms and posted it on her OnlyFans. That the meeting place matched even to the room number should perhaps be a warning sign for the young teen but she threw caution to the wind and knocked on the door.

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The young virgin screamed and arched her back against the huge cock that impaled her quivering hole. Then a flood of juices erupted from between her thighs. The man never let go of her hips. He continued pumping her and fucking her tight teeny hole with long powerful strokes.

Kimmy writhed under his massive assault and squealed when his balls slammed into her tender cunt causing a further climax. She thought she was going to die of sheer bliss as he fucked her mercilessly. Soon she lost count of how many times she came and then she simply blacked out.

A few minutes later Kimmy awoke with a start. The man continued to pump away at her but now he no longer held her tightly by the hips. Instead she was lying flat on the bed and his stiff cock was still sliding in and out of her twitching pussy.

He hadn't cum yet and she could feel his throbbing pole sinking into her depths deeper each time. She wanted him to fill her with hot seed and spill it deep inside her womb.

So she moved her body in time with his thrusts and rubbed her clit with her fingers while holding her legs wide apart to encourage him. All the while staring deeply into his intense blue eyes. What would he do if she asked him to cum inside her?

Then suddenly he released his grip on her waist and grabbed her slender legs pulling them straight up and spread open.

Kimmy gasped at the sudden change in position. But it turned her on even more. Without a word he began to hammer away at her hard and fast. The young teen found herself screaming out again as he rammed himself into her tight pussy, hard, faster and harder.

Finally he buried his massive rod deep inside her and grunted loudly as he spilled his seed deep inside her twitching hole. Her pussy squeezed and milked his cock as he emptied his sack of love juice into her body. They both collapsed on the bed together and lay panting. She could feel his dick twitch and convulse within her as he slowly finished emptying his cum.

When they finally caught their breath they looked at each other. Both breathing heavily. She smiled shyly at him. "Well? Did you enjoy yourself?"

She nodded happily. "I loved every minute of it!" She blushed. "More than I can tell you!"

"Thank you, thank you!" He murmured. He laid next to her and stroked her silky blonde hair gently. She snuggled close to him. But then her eyes zeroed in on distinct scar on the mans leg. It looked like a bite mark from a big dog.

Her mind went into overdrive because she had seen that scar many times before.

On her father's leg to be precise. Her eyes frantically searched his face. His lips, his cheekbones, his neck. The mask couldn't conceal all of it.

It was her dad that lured her here and fucked her silly. Her teenage self exploded in anger and fear. But now that she had discovered the truth she didn't know what to do. She was hurt and betrayed. But mostly angry! How dare he take advantage of her!

She would show him who was in charge as she straddled his lap and impaled her cunt onto his hard cock.

'Oh, daddy,' she smirked mischievously. 'You will beg me to use you as my personal fuck toy!' She plunged herself down onto his massive pole and rode him furiously.

He responded by taking hold of her by the hips and thrusting his shaft deep inside her clenching cunt. She bounced and ground herself against his muscular frame as she rode him as if she were possessed. His pounding increased and she let out a loud scream of ecstasy as her body was taken over by passion.

She slammed down on his shaft again and again, grinding her clit against his thigh. She couldn't control her lust and howling she came again.

He pounded his cock deep into her still trembling pussy. She would not stop fucking him till he had drained every drop of semen from his balls into hers.

She thrashed wildly as waves of pleasure ripped through her young body. She rocked forward and back, faster and faster as she sought to reach orgasm. She clawed at his back and dug her nails into his shoulders as he brought her closer to her climactic release.

Suddenly he pulled out and grabbed her slender waist and got behind her, pressing her lithe body into the matress. She felt his shaft rub against her soaking pussy lips and without waiting for her consent he rammed his massive member back into her wet hole.

She screamed in pleasure as he plowed her cunt like a mad man. She couldn't believe how incredible it felt as his prick stretched her ever so slightly each time he filled her full.

Kimmy's climax hit her like a tsunami wave as her ass bucked upwards against his dick. She couldn't breathe as her legs trembled underneath her. She felt her whole world shattering as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. She couldn't contain her moans as he relentlessly hammered his shaft deep inside her. She gripped the linen with both hands and hung on for dear life. Her entire body spasmed as a huge wave of pulsating sensation engulfed her.

The orgasm ripped through her body and she nearly passed out from the intensity of the sensations ripping through her teenage cunt. Her vagina clenched around his shaft and milking it as she came over and over again.

He pumped away relentlessly and could barely keep pace with her twitching body. Each time she came he pushed his shaft deeper into her pussy. He could feel her cervix tightening as he pumped her fertile cunt with an animalistic fervor. Finally, finally he could hold it no longer and he unloaded all of his love juice deep inside her.

Kimmy shook violently as his cum swirled deep inside her womb. She had let her father cum inside of her and somehow that was ok with her. The amazing sensations just kept on coming as his load began to leak from her tender vagina. He collapsed next to her exhausted.

As the last shudders subsided he turned her over and kissed her passionately on the lips. Then he sat up and removed his penis from her gaping pussy.

Kimmy lay there as he caressed her breasts and ran his hands down her torso. She reached down and scooped up some of his cum leaking from her pussy and smeared it across his chest and stomach. Then she rolled onto her side and slid her arm around his shoulder and rested her head on his chest.

She sighed happily as she enjoyed the lingering afterglow of her first true sexual experience.

Fleur's body was shoved into an unfamiliar bedroom. Strong arms encircled her and pulled her into tall, muscular body. A strong scent of perfume filled her nostrils, but not the light fragrance she was expecting - she smelled something rich and dark and alluring. She heard a deep voice murmur in her ear, "I've missed you."

As she tried to answer back with a few soft words, the world suddenly turned upside down as a firm grip on her waist shifted her off balance. Then the bed lurched forward and all she could feel were strong hands holding her steady, carrying her deeper and deeper into the soft mattress.

A hand grabbed her jaw firmly and turned it slightly so that she faced her assailant. A burning gaze greeted her and Fleur's heart thumped loudly at the sight of his green eyes. Harry Potter's hooded eyes held hers for what seemed like forever before he lowered his head to press a soft kiss on her mouth. As they kissed their tongues danced against each other; Fleur was intoxicated by the smell and taste of Harry, remembering every sensation from the last time they had been together.

He ran his fingers through her hair softly, brushing it aside so he could explore her neck, kissing and sucking the skin there, making Fleur shiver in pleasure. Her pussy became wetter and hotter at his touch and her moans increased. When she felt the heat building up inside her she moved closer to him, running her hands along his back until she could get a hold of his tight ass.

She spread her legs further apart, giving Harry more room to move and she pushed herself against his crotch. The bulge in his jeans was very noticeable now, pressing against her bare thighs and making her clit swell even more. Fleur pressed harder against him, increasing the friction between them, moaning at the delicious sensations coursing through her body.

Harry's fingers slid under the hem of her t-shirt, slowly moving upward until he reached the smooth skin of her stomach. His fingers teased her nipples, teasing them hard and sending shooting bolts of lust straight through her veins. They quickly found their way down towards her hot centre and Fleur cried out when she felt his fingertips slide against her slick folds.

His finger traced the length of her slit gently, teasing her clit with a soft touch, feeling her cunt clenching around his digit. He bent down again and lightly nibbled at her neck. Fleur felt like her entire being was on fire and she let go of everything in her mind except for this moment. The wonderful feelings flooding through her whole body and Harry's hot breath caressing her neck sent a bolt of electricity straight to her core.

Fleur began to pant heavily and she started squirming beneath him, moaning loudly when he took one of her erect nipples into his mouth. Her hips bucked wildly, rubbing herself against Harry's hard cock. Her cries of passion grew louder, drowning out the sound of their moans. Fleur threw her head back, enjoying the pleasure that was building inside her. It felt like all her nerve endings were exploding, leaving her lost in blissful pleasure.

Her fingers went to Harry's belt buckle, undoing it quickly. Harry helped her out, pulling his jeans down until his throbbing cock sprang free. Fleur inhaled sharply at the sight of it. It was thick and long, standing proudly against the hardness of his abs. She wrapped her hand around it and squeezed gently, hearing a loud groan come from Harry.

Fleur leaned forward and licked the tip of Harry's cock, teasing him with gentle swirls of her tongue. When he arched his back and thrust forward, demanding more, she engulfed the entire shaft in hot, little mouth.

Harry gasped as she sucked him into her mouth, enjoying the taste of him. There was no resistance to her movements; Harry simply sat back and enjoyed the sensations that pulsed through his groin. After a while he guided her head up and took control of her movements, pushing himself forwards and pulling her backwards with his hand.

When his balls brushed against her chin she used the momentum to pull him even deeper, taking him as far as she could. The air suddenly rushed out of her lungs as she took all of him in her mouth.

The sounds coming from Fleur's throat told him she liked what she was doing. His balls tightened up and he pushed hard, forcing himself further into her hungry mouth. Her lips parted and she moaned around his cock, showing him how much she wanted it. He continued fucking her face as hard and fast as he could, wanting nothing more than to fill her mouth with his cum.

His release was close and he knew it would be soon, and he didn't want to stop. The thought of having her swallow his cum made him ram his cock as deeply as possible into her eager mouth. When he came his juices flowed freely, coating the back of her throat.

When he finally stopped cumming he pulled away from her. Fleur was dazed and breathing hard. She looked up at him and smiled faintly, his still hard cock rubbing against weeping cunt lips.

"You are such a dirty slut, aren't you?" He said with a smirk, wiping the spit from her cheek. He knelt down in front of her and slapped her aching clit with his dick, making her gasp in surprise. He rubbed his wet cock across her sensitive skin, spreading the slippery liquid over her dripping pussy.

Fleur squirmed against him, wishing he'd put it inside her already. He stared at her naked breasts for a moment longer before dipping his head and licking her right nipple. She moaned when he bit her nipple and he flicked his tongue against her hard nub, then switched to her left nipple.

After teasing both of her tits for a while he lifted her legs and slipped them over his shoulders. She closed her eyes and felt his thick cockhead parting her wet lips.

"Oh fuck!" She screamed, watching in anticipation as he pressed his cock against her entrance. Fleur felt her body tense up as he entered her. Every inch of him penetrated her and she bit her lip hard as he got deeper and deeper. He pulled her close, burying himself as far as he could in her willing pussy.

His fingers moved underneath her belly, massaging her clit as he slowly pumped in and out of her body. Their moans mingled together as he fucked her, making her clit pulse in delight.

He buried himself as deep as he could, grinding against her as he felt his climax approach. He wanted this to last forever and he imagined himself giving Fleur multiple orgasms as he kept fucking her. She felt every movement of his dick and it excited her beyond measure.

He grunted and threw his head back, feeling his cock being gripped by her inner walls. Her cunt spasmed around his aching member but he settled into a new rhythm and pressed on, hammering her sweltering insides with his full weight.

She screamed and her nails dug into his shoulders as she felt her orgasm surge through her body, overtaking her senses. He pounded into her hard, pounding her into the bed, never slowing down, knowing that he wouldn't last long either.

Harry shouted as he released into her, filling her tight pussy with his load. He stayed inside her, continuing to fuck her even after he finished. Fleur wasn't sure how much more she could take, but the pleasure kept surging through her. She clenched her teeth and tried to keep from screaming again as her orgasm ripped through her.

He speared his cock into her once more, reaching around to rub her swollen clit as she came down from her high. Fleur was glad to have Harry on top of her, keeping her pinned to the bed. She was breathing heavily, trying to recover from her high as continued to thrust into her. He smirked at her and leaned down, kissing her passionately.

"Now, who's the dirty slut?" Harry asked, grinding his hips into hers and making her whimper in pleasure.

They kissed deeply and hungrily, sharing every ounce of passion between them. Their bodies rocked together, colliding over and over again. Harry continued to penetrate her slowly, loving the feel of her tight cunt gripping him tightly.

Their kisses became more heated as Harry picked up the pace. Fleur loved how Harry dominated her, taking charge of the situation and making sure that she always got what she wanted.

Harry finally slammed himself into her, driving his cock deep into her womb, filling her completely. They stayed like that for a minute, catching their breaths, enjoying the feeling of being connected. Fleur's pussy twitched around Harry's dick as she felt his fluids flow into her body. She tightened her legs around his waist and pulled him into her, making sure she got every drop.

He lay atop her for a while, just enjoying the feeling of her warmth surrounding him. Eventually they came down from their high and he rolled off her, resting his head next to hers on the pillow. Fleur smiled when she felt his warm breath tickling her ear.

"It's nice to know that we will do this for years to come," she whispered.

Harry nodded his head. "Definitely."

Harry Potter, the Saviour of Wizarding Britain, is the best friend of Hermione Granger. They have known each other for more than 8 years. He is 6'2 tall and through rigorous training for duelling and Quidditch his frame has filled out with lean muscles giving him a classical swimmer's build of body.

His raven black hair sits like a wild mop and gives him the look of a rugged rogue.

His round, golden frames sit atop a aristocratic nose and he has bright emerald eyes that seem to sparkle with hidden power.

He wears his school uniform more relaxed and casual.

He desires Hermione Granger greatly. He wants her for himself and is ready to seduce the busom bookworm to have his wicked ways with her.

He imagined having his fingers tangled in her brown locks while he ravished her creamy flesh. He pictured the sensation of having her supple curves wrapped around his body as they rocked against each other making passionate love on the floor.

He can hear her whimpering into his ear as she moans his name, her tongue circling his neck until it reaches his throbbing member which she takes into her mouth and sucks hard and fast. The sounds of their pleasure filled his ears and made him hornier than ever before.

That night when the two friends were hanging out after classes, Harry started things off by taking Hermione's hands in his own. "I think I might need some help studying." He said with a devilish grin on his face. Hermione looked at him wide eyed. "Study? With me?" She asked astonished. Harry nodded slowly. "Well alright then."

She blushed a little bit but then a small smile crept onto her lips.

Harry took this opportunity to press himself against her back and he whispered in her ear "I was thinking of doing some research into a special topic."

"Oh yeah? What sort of topic is that?" She asked leaning into him slightly so she could feel his hardening cock pressing against her ass. Harry's breath felt hot against her ear.

"Something that I've been wanting to do since the Yule Ball ... you remember?" His hand moved down to the hem of her skirt and slowly ran up her smooth thighs underneath the fabric of her knickers. Hermione shivered at the feeling of his fingers tickling the outside of her pussy and pressed herself against him even harder.

"Oh yes..." She moaned into his ear. "We should get started right away. There's plenty of time before we need to leave for dinner." She said squeezing his cock through his trousers. Harry smiled widely and led her upstairs to his dorm room where he took off his robes revealing his tanned and muscular body.

She admired his beautiful body and the magnificent bulge between his legs that seemed ready to burst out any moment. He reached behind her back and unclasped her bra letting it fall to the ground and then undid her tight knickers pulling them down her shapely hips and off leaving her naked from the waist down.

She was impressed by how quickly he had taken charge. He must have read her mind and was already fully prepared.

As soon as they entered the bedroom he began to kiss her neck and his hand moved to caress her ample bosom. He pulled her close and she wrapped her arms around his neck enjoying the sensation of his hands wandering over her warm body. He pushed her back onto the bed and climbed on top of her moving his lips from her neck down to her pert, soft breasts.

She moaned softly as his lips nibbled and sucked on her nipples and the hardness inside his pants rubbed against her ass cheek teasing her.

She writhed beneath him as his hand travelled lower still, pausing at the opening of her thighs and parting her legs so he could explore her moist sex with his fingertips.

Hermione arched her back and raised her legs so he could gain access easily to her tight, pink pussy.

The slight hint of his scent mingled with hers as he gently licked her pussy. He gently kissed her mound as he teased her with his probing tongue. It felt heavenly. He brought one finger up to stroke her clit as he worked his other hand to massage her g-spot and massage her juices into her skin.

Hermione let out an erotic moan as the vibrations of her pleasure mixed with the deep rumble of his chest. Harry suddenly recalled a book he read in the Restricted Section about parselmouths in his second year.

While a parselmouth speaks in parseltongue his tongue vibrates causing a pleasurable friction to his partner during oral or anal sex. Hermione's moans became louder and the force of her pleasure pushed Harry's tongue deeper into her wet hole causing her to gasp as her climax hit her. She screamed out his name in ecstasy as she came uncontrollably on his expert tongue.

He descended on her clit and let his vibrating tongue touch her sensitive nub sending her spiralling into another orgasmic release. Her legs trembled and collapsed under her as she fell limp in his arms.

"God that was incredible!" She gasped recovering from her intense climax.

"Are you kidding? You're just getting warmed up." Harry replied as he continued to lightly lick her outer lips.

She lay there for a few minutes just basking in the post-coital glow, her breathing ragged.

"You're going to make me come again." She whispered, trying to catch her breath. Harry laughed mischievously.

"I just want to make sure that you enjoy yourself every step of the way." He replied rubbing his stiffening cock up and down her slit teasingly.

Hermione turned her head to look at him. "Is that so?" She asked coyly.

"Mmmhmmm." He replied confidently. He slapped his meaty cock against her mons once.

 Twice. Three times.

"Mmmmmm!" She cooed.

He slowly slid into her tight pussy pushing deeper with each thrust until she was completely impaled upon him. Her insides clenched around him as he filled her. He leaned forward and planted a kiss on her neck as he pumped his rock hard cock into her. She closed her eyes and groaned as she began to match the rhythm of his thrusts. Her cunt tightened around his dick making her cry out.

The power of his thrusts pounded her pelvis and caused her clit to rub against his pubic bone.

He plunged into her sweltering depths with reckless abandon. She gasped and cried out his name as wave after wave of her orgasm washed over her body. Harry slowed his pace and held himself deep within her as her orgasms faded.

Hermione slowly opened her eyes and met his gaze. Her whole body was drenched in sweat and her breath was coming in short gasps.

He gazed deeply into her eyes. Their tongues played around each other's mouths as he pressed on and pistoned his thick rod into her willing hole.

Their bodies slapped together as they writhed against each other. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest and the heat emanating from her body made him burn with desire.

"Harry... please don't stop!" She moaned begging him to continue. Harry's eyes flared with lust and he resumed his assault upon her twat with renewed vigour.

His hands cupped her pert, perky breasts and squeezed them gently and Hermione let out a loud sigh of pleasure. His strokes grew faster and harder and her walls clamped down tightly around his shaft, milking him for everything he had.

Hermione's moans got louder and higher pitched.

"HARRY! FUCK ME HARDER!" She cried out grabbing hold of his powerful shoulders and forcing his rigid member deep inside her. He complied as best he could without causing her any injury.

Hermione's entire body quaked with every forceful thrust. Her entire body seemed to contract at once as she came yet again. She dug her nails into his muscular shoulders and grunted with every plunge he made.

He let go of her breasts and wrapped his strong arms around her slim waist and panted as he plundered her aching pussy. He fucked her relentlessly driving her mad with lust. He could see her entire body trembling as she tried to keep control of herself but it wasn't easy.

Harry knew he couldn't last much longer. He didn't know if she wanted to or not, but he needed to fill her up with his seed. He increased the speed of his thrusts and reached down to pinch her swollen clitoris as he drilled her pussy with a fury that only Hermione would understand.

The sensations between their bodies were unlike anything either of them had experienced.

They both were too overcome with lust to care anymore. All that mattered was cumming together and bringing each other as much pleasure as possible.

Hermione came first screaming Harry's name as he buried himself deep within her pussy and convulsed violently shaking his entire body as he ejaculated with a great roar filling her with his hot sperm. As his balls emptied their potent contents into her twat, Harry thought he had died and gone to heaven. It felt so good to finally lose himself in someone who truly understood him.

Hermione was still shaking violently and was struggling to regain her composure.

"Wow!" She whispered.

"Yeah." He sighed. "Let's take a shower and get cleaned up."

Harry rolled off her and she climbed off the bed and walked over to the en suite bathroom. She noticed he was watching her with rapt attention and couldn't help smiling at his shameless gaze.

She started the water running and stepped into the shower to rinse herself off. She turned to face him and watched as he admired her slender figure and long legs. She smiled and beckoned him towards her. Harry gave no hesitation and eagerly stepped into the shower next to her.

As soon as he was under the stream of warm water his cock immediately sprung to life and began to grow larger in her hand. Hermione couldn't help but give it a few gentle squeezes which caused Harry to groan with desire.

Hermione grabbed the soapand lathered it all over his toned body, paying special attention to his cock which had become extremely engorged and had begun to leak precum like a tap. Harry moaned and put his hand on the side of the shower enclosure to steady himself as she stroked his cock.

She turned around and feigned to drop the soap. With an exaggerated move she bend over presenting Harry with an exquisite view of her bruised cunt. She rubbed her dripping wet pussy over his throbbing erection. Harry gripped the wall for support as his cock swelled even more. He could barely stand.

"Wanna fuck me now?" She purred seductively. Harry nodded enthusiastically and slid his cock between her plump ass cheeks causing her to let out a muffled scream as his cock penetrated her tender pink pussy.

 He held onto her waist as he sank his fat cock into her burning hot snatch. The sheer amount of liquid that gushed from her hole caused her to shake violently.

He picked up the pace gradually building up a frenzy.

Her moans grew louder and she gripped his arm tighter as he drove himself into her. 

He released her shoulder and let his hands wander down her body exploring every inch of her succulent flesh.

Hermione closed her eyes and gave herself up to the pleasure he was giving her. She was desperate for him to give her what she craved and then some. She begged him to move faster and he obliged.

She turned her head back to meet his gaze as he thrust his cock into her from behind. He grabbed her buttocks and used his thumbs to spread her cheeks wide open so he could get as deep inside her as possible.

"Harry, I'm gonna..."

She felt his cock jerk inside her causing her to gasp and call out his name. She went limp momentarily and allowed herself to be carried away by the intense waves of ecstasy washing over her body.

It took her several seconds to regain her senses before she realised she had been calling out his name while he was fucking her. 

Harry didn't seem to notice or care as he kept up the relentless pace. His breathing became ragged and laboured as he fucked her mercilessly. He reached around to her firm breasts and massaged her nipples. She cried out and threw her head back moaning loudly. Harry knew he wouldn't last much longer. He bit his lip and grabbed her hips digging his fingers into her skin causing her to wince in pain.

With his final thrust he erupted into her womb and flooded her insides with his potent sperm. Hermione was beyond words and let out a primal scream as she bucked her hips wildly meeting his thrusts with her own. They moaned and cried out each other's names as their souls merged.

He pulled out of her and let his cock flop loosely between her ass cheeks as he helped her out of the shower. Hermione wiped the steam away from the mirror and looked at her reflection. She felt tired and sore but incredibly satisfied.

She had given him everything he ever wanted and in return she received an indescribable level of fulfillment. She ran her hands through her hair and sighed contently.

"Oh Harry. Thank you." She whispered to the man whose cock had just rocked her world.

"My pleasure." He said gazing lovingly into her sparkling brown eyes. He wrapped his arm around her and led her out of the bathroom.

Josh, the son, lusts after his Mother who had been
pregnant with him at 14. Now he is eighteen and his mom is 32. She is a fit and athletic
person. 

Josh swiped the sweat off his brow. He squinted and felt the blistering heat that had gripped
the city in the last week. He finished his morning jog and felt his drenched clothes on his
heated skin. A cool and relaxing shower should definitely help.

As the cold water sprayed his hard muscles his mind wandered towards the smoking hot
woman whom he shared the small house he lived in. His mother had him pretty young, so
they only were 14 years in apart in age. Her tits were still magnificent and her skin was
unblemished from time.

Now she was about 32, but you would think she was in her twenties if you just looked at her.
Even though her hips were starting to widen slightly as a result of having Josh around she
still retained a toned body that turned heads everywhere she went. And let's not forget the fact
that her soft supple lips and perfect smile made every man feel inadequate.
"Ahhhhhhh..."

He took one more moment to enjoy the cold shower before getting out and throwing on some
jeans and a plain black T-shirt. After finishing he noticed that there was no sign of his Mom
or any form of breakfast. This was pretty normal for her; he usually got himself something to
eat before leaving for school while she stayed home and did her work. So he walked
downstairs into the kitchen where he found his mom sitting at the table staring intently at the
laptop. She didn't look up when he entered.

"You're up early today," Josh said in an attempt to start a conversation. "And it's Friday too."
She didn't respond, nor did she look up. Just continued staring at the screen as if there was
something really interesting going on. Her smooth shoulder-length hair hung down over her
face covering most of it from view.

"I didn't know that Fridays are the days when men visit MILFs, don't tell me that you're
addicted to online porn now?"

Still nothing.

His cock hardened under his shorts at this point. He hadn't had sex in almost three months
and was starting to get horny. His mother wasn't wearing anything that would show what he
wanted to see. No visible cleavage, her shirt was loose fitting, and he could tell by looking at
her eyes that she wasn't wearing any panties.

It also bothered him how erotic it was to find his mother sexually attractive. She was his
mother for crying out loud! But every time he saw her he couldn't keep his thoughts to
himself.

But right now all that was running through his head was her firm full breast. He was finally
able to see them through her blouse and he started fantasizing about sucking on them. Her
nipple stood erect, begging to be licked and sucked. The thin fabric seemed like a barrier
between his tongue and her breasts and he pushed his desire to the back of his mind.
Just then he heard her snort laugh. He figured she must have been reading a story that
involved some type of fantasy. Since she wouldn't look at him, he quickly decided to act like
nothing was wrong. As he poured himself a glass of orange juice, he took note of her figure
as she sat across from him. For being in such good shape she didn't seem to eat much. All her
meals consisted of salad and lean meats. Maybe it was because she was trying to lose some
weight.

Her white skin, smoothness, and tight belly drew him in. From time to time her nipples
would poke through the sheer fabric of her blouse and flaunt themselves in his direction.
Although he didn't want to admit it, his cock started twitching again. She leaned forward
placing her elbows on the table.

Her silky, wet tanned legs spread wide, and the jeans that hugged them firmly outlined her
pussy perfectly. Josh sighed. If he were alone he would have slid his hand into his pants and
stroked himself already. But since he wasn't, he pulled his arm away and put the glass down.
His mouth was dry from watching her and the juices building up inside his balls were
beginning to ache. This was it. This was the time to make his move. He quickly swallowed
the rest of his drink and waited until she took another sip. He quickly placed the glass back
down on the counter next to her, and without even thinking he reached out and caressed her
cheek.

A gasp came out of her lips. It was quiet, yet loud enough for him to hear. He smiled to
himself and gently moved his fingers to her lips, moving them up and down as if wiping
away some invisible smudge. When he brought his hand away she grabbed it and held it to
her lips kissing each finger individually. Her kiss caused a shiver to run through his body.
"Josh, please...please go to your room and I'll meet you there in a minute."
This startled him and he slowly dropped his hand from her face. He wasn't sure if she was
serious or not. Maybe it was just a joke to see if he would fall for it.
At first, he thought she was messing with him, but as she stared deep into his eyes, she
suddenly leaned in and kissed him passionately.

The shock and surprise were gone as he eagerly returned her kiss. They broke apart and
stared at each other for a few seconds. Josh leaned in and tried to kiss her again, but she
placed her hands against his chest pushing him back.
"No," she whispered in a seductive voice, "it isn't time for that yet. Go upstairs."
"Are you sure? You look really sexy right now."
"Go, now!"
Josh chuckled and kissed her on the forehead.
"Ok. See you in a little bit."
He grabbed his book bag, ran upstairs and closed the door behind him. Once he finished
putting everything away, he changed into a pair of sweats and laid on the bed with his laptop.
He needed to do something.

It wasn't long before his Mother knocked on the door. He sat up and opened it to find her
standing there completely naked. It wasn't easy not to stare. She had trimmed pubic hairs,
which left just enough for him to grab onto. He could see her clit peeking out and knew that
she shaved everything else. He licked his lips involuntarily at the sight. She looked beautiful.
His dick instantly stiffened and throbbed painfully in his boxers. Without warning she walked
in closing the door behind her. She bent down to give him a hug and began massaging his
shoulders. He took a quick breath in and was glad that he decided to put on sweats. He
inhaled the smell of her perfume. It was intoxicating. It seemed like the scent was meant
specifically for him. He wondered if she ever used it on anyone else.

When their bodies came together, he forgot all about his raging boner. He squeezed his eyes
shut in pleasure and kissed her deeply. His mouth was flooded with saliva and his tongue
immediately pushed its way past her lips searching for hers. She responded by opening her
mouth allowing him access. Their tongues mingled together and he moaned in satisfaction.
She broke away after several minutes, breaking the kiss. She began walking towards the bed
but never stopped rubbing her body against his. Her tits rubbed against his chest and her hard
nipples grazed his flesh causing chills to race up his spine.

Without saying a word, she pulled down his boxers and grabbed his already throbbing cock.
She looked up into his eyes and he watched as the passion within her grew. She removed his
boxers and dropped them to the floor. He felt her warm soft hand wrapped around his cock
and a feeling he had never experienced washed over him. He became weak in the knees and
his knees buckled underneath him. She caught him and quickly sat down on the bed bringing
him down with her.

"Oh fuck!"

Her wet lips wrapped around his member and slid up and down slowly at first. Then faster
and harder. She kept doing this until she sucked in all 8 inches. His toes curled as he prepared
to cum. He looked down and saw her drooling spit onto his dick and playing with her own
wet cunt. Her pink and swollen clit stuck out between her labia. She was soaking wet.
As his mom sucked on his cock, he instinctively knew what to do. He rolled her onto her
back and quickly positioned himself above her.

He hesitated for a second before he plunged into her waiting hole. She threw her head back
and groaned in ecstasy. Her walls clenched around him as he began pumping into her. Every
thrust sent waves of pleasure throughout his entire body. His balls slapped against her ass
with every stroke causing an audible thud.

The slap of their bodies as they moved together, caused both of them to moan. Their bodies
smashed together and her breasts mashed against his chest.
She pulled him closer to her, wrapping her arms around his neck and tugging at his short hair.
She tilted her pelvis upwards increasing the pressure on his groin.
"Harder, fuck me harder Josh!"
Her request spurred him on and he increased his pace. With every stroke, his cock slipped
deeper into her hole. He closed his eyes to block out the pain. At times it felt like his dick
was tearing into her body. However, she loved it and encouraged him to continue.
The slapping sound of their bodies combined with the sounds of her moaning became louder
and louder. Both of them felt the tension building up inside of them and they weren't sure if
they could take much more.

Suddenly she stiffened beneath him. In an instant, her muscles contracted violently pulling
his shaft further into her depths.
"FUCK MOMMMM!"
His eyes flew open as he began shooting stream after stream of hot cum into her welcoming
womb. He felt his mom begin to shake violently as she milked him for all he had. He held
onto her hips trying to prolong his orgasm as long as possible. When he was done, his mother
collapsed onto the bed panting heavily.

He fell next to her and breathed heavily trying to catch his breath. She reached down and
gently stroked his cock causing it to soften.
She rested her head on his chest and he embraced her tightly. After a while, she let go of him
and kissed his forehead.

"Thank you, Josh. That was so wonderful."

He didn't respond. Instead, he leaned in and kissed her on the lips. It lasted only a few
seconds before he withdrew.
She looked up at him and smiled.
"I'm going to shower now, Josh. Be back in a few."
With that, she got up off the bed and went into the bathroom. A moment later the water
turned on. Josh followed her into the bathroom and slipped behind her in the shower. She
spun around and gave him a huge smile.

"Well, well, well. What have we here?"
He could feel his cock stirring again at the look of her naked body in front of him. She
stepped into the shower and let the water cascade over her head. She looked up at him and
beckoned him closer.

"Come on, baby. Let's get cleaned up. We have lots of things to talk about."
They washed each other's body and he could barely contain himself as he rubbed her body.
Her soft tits squished against his skin as he brushed them across his body. Her firm round ass
squeezed against his cock as he lathered it up with soap. He couldn't wait any longer.
"I'm getting hard again," he said softly.

She smiled and cupped his erection.

"Looks like I've got some work to do."
And with that, she gripped his shaft and sank it deep into her warm moist pussy. He arched
his back and closed his eyes enjoying the feeling of her tight walls squeezing his rod. The
wet, slippery sensation sent shocks of pleasure throughout his entire body.

His cock hit bottom and stayed there. He moved in and out of her slowly savoring every inch
of her. Every movement sent waves of ecstasy through his body. Every time he entered her he
could feel his balls bouncing against her.

Her soft tits continued to bounce against his chest with every stroke and her labia pulsated
invitingly. He reached up and squeezed one of them between his thumb and forefinger as he
thrust into her once more. She gasped in pleasure and wrapped her arms around his neck
pressing herself tighter against him.

The sensations became too much to bear and he felt his release approaching rapidly. He
closed his eyes and concentrated on how good she felt. The heat and friction coupled with her
tightness and his gentle strokes, created an explosion that was almost beyond belief.
"Fuck Mom! I'm gonna cum!"

Just before he could finish speaking, he heard her words of encouragement.
"Don't stop, baby. Cum in my pussy!"
Josh grunted as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through his body. He felt his nuts
tightening and he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. Suddenly, his entire
body stiffened and he exploded inside of her womb sending jets of white cream flying
everywhere.

When he finally stopped, he leaned forward and kissed her. This time he did it with much
more force and passion than before. His cock was still inside his mother's pussy. He thanked
his young body because in seconds he was rock hard again and started to thrust once more.
They continued fucking until neither of them could move. The sound of the water running
down the drain served as a rhythm to their lovemaking.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed herself closer to him. Their naked bodies
moulded together as they fucked each other senseless.
Each time she came she would squeeze his dick harder and harder milking him dry. His
mother was truly a sex machine. She was relentless. Nothing could keep her from satisfying
her desires.

After several minutes she tensed and let out a loud moan. Her walls constricted around his
cock and sent an incredible amount of pleasure through his body. He could feel her inner
walls squeezing his sperm out of his body. She screamed as she convulsed and orgasmed
violently sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body. He held onto her tightly and
came once again filling her with another load of his seed.

Afterwards, they lay in silence side by side under the warm spray of the shower. Their bodies
intertwined in a passionate embrace. Finally, they pulled apart. He reached down and ran his
fingers through her hair. She leaned in and kissed him tenderly on the lips.
"You are amazing, Josh. You're the best son a woman could ask for."
Then she kissed him again and left the shower. He watched her as she walked into the
bedroom. He had no idea how he was going to sleep tonight.