Halloween Treat (Harry Potter)

A/N: Poll Winner. PWP

Summary: Hermione had found a couple of slutty witch costumes in a muggle shop and thought it would be perfect for their private party. She was confident that Harry would love to see Molly and her in the outfits. Hermione was even more confident that he would love ripping them off their bodies.

Hermione tapped her chin with her index finger while staring at the choices in front of her. It was her turn to pick out a theme for the annual private party, and she had chosen to visit a muggle shop to try and see if anything was interesting.

After over ten years, Hermione felt that most enjoyable ideas had already been tried. There was only so much that role-playing would help make Harry excited before he shags them both into fucked-stupid messes. By both, it included Molly and Hermione.

If someone asked Hermione how this adulterous threesome started, she honestly would have no idea. It was something Hermione vaguely remembered that she and Molly had agreed to in exchange for Harry helping the Weasley family. What it was exactly, Hermione couldn’t be bothered to try and recall.

The end result was that Molly and Hermione Weasley spent every night during Halloween doing whatever Harry wished. Or at least that’s what Molly insisted. Hermione had no delusions about what they were doing, and she had no problem admitting to participating eagerly.

Speaking of Molly, Hermione eyed the witch costume and imagined it on her stacked mother-in-law. The voluptuous redhead would be bursting out of the tiny outfit, which meant that Hermione knew she had to get this. It would be ironic, a pair of slutty witches wearing a muggle slutty witch costume. Harry might get a kick out of it before bending them over the couch.

[Break]

“It’ll be just Harry and Hermione again?”

No matter how often Molly answered a question similar to this, it always brought up a feeling of guilty pleasure. Especially with what she had on underneath the cloak.

“Just like every year, Arthur.”

“I’m just concerned, Mollywobbles. It’s been years since the poor kids went through it. They’re still traumatized after all these years!”

Molly paused, wondering what Arthur was talking about until she remembered the lie she told him almost a decade ago. Something about helping Harry and Hermione get past the nightmares about Halloween.

Well, Molly supposed it wasn’t a complete lie. She would greatly help Harry tonight, just not in the way Arthur thought she would.

Most people would be horrified at her and her daughter-in-law’s arrangement with Harry. But the time for repentance had passed years ago. The only thing left was Molly’s excitement to have her son-in-law take control and rail her cunt tonight.

[Break]

With a soft pop, two cloaked figures appeared before Grimmauld Place simultaneously.

“I hope you’re wearing what I got for us, Molly.”

Hermione could only hope her beauty held up to the test of time as Molly’s did. After birthing all those children, the redheaded MILF looked decades younger, even when considering the help magic provided with slowing down aging.

“Hmph,” Molly narrowed her eyes and asked sarcastically, “Could you get anything smaller? This might fit on you, but it makes me look like a two-bit whore!”

“Oh? So I picked the right thing, then?” Hermione unclasped the cloak to reveal the skimpy witch costume. In all honesty, the only thing remotely associated with witches was the pointy hat. The rest was just a top designed to look like a corset and a tiny skirt.

Even on Hermione’s relatively slender body, compared to Molly’s at least, the costume did little to hide the bust enhanced by motherhood and the lower cheeks of her arse that the skirt couldn’t cover.

“Let’s see it,” Hermione demanded with her hands on her hips.

If it was any other day, Molly would have harshly told Hermione off for commanding her to do anything, but Halloween changes the hierarchy. Molly was very much the slut in the threesome, with Harry and sometimes Hermione using her as they wished.

When Molly stopped holding her cloak together, Hermione made an appreciative sound. It looked even better than she had imagined.

Molly’s frankly fantastic tits were barely held in their cups. Even a little movement would expose them, which Hermione was sure Harry would love. The tight top did nothing to hide the hourglass body that Molly unashamedly used to attract Harry’s interest. Her fat ass hung out of the skirt, which looked more like a large belt on Molly’s body. The redheaded MILF made an excellent choice with the thong she wore. It barely covered the cunt that was no doubt dripping wet while Molly’s ass swallowed up the thong to make it look like she didn’t wear any underwear.

Since it made Hermione want to rip the clothes off her mother-in-law, she could only guess what Harry would do.

She didn’t have to guess for too long.

Molly squealed when a pair of large hands pulled her into a tight hug from behind. Those same hands clamped onto her massive breasts, truly showing how large they were when Harry’s hands had no chance of cupping Molly’s tits.

“Well, look at who showed up at my doorstep. A pair of slutty witches that look ready to be fucked,” Harry tightened his grip on the large breasts in his palms and rubbed his hardening cock between Molly’s fat arse.

Hermione had a full view of Molly’s blushing face as she was manhandled by her son-in-law. The thing that surprised the brunette the most was that Molly’s tits were somehow still inside the cups.

“HARRY!” Molly squealed loudly when her nipples were pinched tightly, making her knees buckle, which made her use Harry’s leg as a chair.

“Let’s head in, Hermione,” Harry said, ignoring the moaning witch in his grip, “I can’t exactly use this slut like she deserves out here.”

“I feel neglected,” Hermione muttered as she followed Harry into the Black family home.

“Don’t,” Harry was somehow walking with Molly attached to his front, using her fat ass as a tool to get his cock hard, “You know I can’t wait to shut your mouth up with my cock. Just wait your turn.”

Hermione flushed red at the way Harry talked to her. This was the only day every year that she would give up control. There would be no kids to worry about, no Ron to keep in line, and certainly no moronic colleagues to keep underfoot. All Hermione had to do was let Harry take control and enjoy it. And she was sure Molly felt the same way.

“MERLIN! FUCK!”

Hermione’s breathing sped up a bit when Harry snapped Molly’s thong off with a jerk of his hand and speared her wet cunt with his cock. He must have been impatient since this was still in the hallway right in front of the painting of Walburga Black.

“BLOOD TRAITORS! FILTH! DEFILING THE NOBLE HOUSE OF BLACK!”

Harry grunted at the dual screeching from the stacked redhead he was destroying with his cock and the shrew in the painting.

He kept Molly attached to his front with an arm around her body and a palmful of her massive tit and used the other to shut the portrait up with a wave of his free hand. The curtains slammed shut around the painting to silence one source of the screaming, leaving Harry to revel in the screams leaving Molly’s lips.

“I’M CUMMING!” Molly blurted out stupidly when her pussy squirted to drench Harry’s swinging balls and soaked his legs in her juices. That didn’t mean Harry let off to give the stacked redhead a break. He kept slamming into her ass from behind at the same pace, winding up Molly before her cunt could come down from the high.

Harry grunted as his hips pounded off Molly’s fat arse, making them ripple at the repeated beating before a high-pitched screech almost deafened Hermione. She had been standing close enough to hear Harry’s cock reshaping Molly’s cunt.

“Hermione,” Harry grunted between one of his punishing thrusts, “Get on your fucking knees and slurp on my nuts. You’re going to get the first treat of the night.”

Hermione would love to lap on those big balls of his, but with Molly’s legs in the way… oh. Harry let go of the redhead’s massive breasts and somehow hooked his arms under her knees without taking his cock out of her pussy. He lifted her legs so Molly was being held up by him, putting her at Harry’s mercy, which was something he didn’t intend to give.

Drool dripped down Molly’s chin as Harry raised the speed of his fucking to another level, making the redhead stare blankly down past her jiggling breasts at the bulge outlining her stomach as Harry used her cunt for his pleasure. Molly’s head-turning tits bounced wildly as they clapped into each other from the force of the man trying to destroy her wet pussy. And all of this was possible by the insane flexibility that MILF had after all these years, allowing her legs to be pulled up until her thighs were almost parallel to her upper body.

Of course, this wasn’t what Hermione was thinking about. This hadn’t been the first time she had seen Molly in this situation, and it was almost assured there would be plenty in the future. Even Hermione had been in that position before, being used like a cocksleeve while moaning deliriously as Harry moved her up and down his shaft. She was more excited about sucking on those cum-filled balls since it had been a year since Hermione had a part of Harry in her mouth.

Disregarding Molly’s gushing cunt that would undoubtedly drench her face, Hermione dropped to her knees. She grabbed Harry’s thighs before burying her small nose in his balls. Hermione heard Harry grunt when she nuzzled his cum-filled sack before opening her mouth to suck on his heavy nuts.

Harry was almost on autopilot as he kept fucking Molly. He wanted to put every minute of this day to good use. That was why he was in such a hurry to fuck Molly right in the hallway. It was only one day every year when Molly and Hermione would turn into his personal cock-addicted whores. And on that day every year, Harry did his best to keep his cock inside either of the women at all times.

Having his stacked mother-in-law bouncing on his cock and his beautiful sister-in-law slurping on his balls had to be one of the best moments of Harry’s life. Of course, most other comparable moments also involved these women in some way.

“CUUMMMING!”

Molly fell quiet after one last yell and fell limp in Harry’s arms. That didn’t mean her orgasm had ended, though. Hermione was looking right up at Molly’s stretched cunt, and while having her mouth filled with Harry’s balls, pussy juice sprayed Hermione’s face and made it look like she was caught outside in the rain.

Harry’s cock flexed in Molly’s cunt while his balls pulsed in Hermione’s mouth. Both knew he was about to blast his cum deep inside Molly’s pussy, but Harry had promised Hermione the first treat, so he lifted the redhead halfway up his shaft.

“Pull my cock out of her cunt!” Harry commanded.

Hermione let his balls pop out of her mouth and pulled out Harry’s buried shaft, much to Molly’s silent delight. The angle the brunette pulled his cock out scraped against Molly’s g-spot, making another great gush of fluid to be expelled from her cunt, not that Hermione paid it any mind.

Her only goal was to get that purpling cockhead into her mouth before Harry unintentionally wasted his cum. When Hermione’s warm mouth surrounded the tip of his cock, Harry sighed and stopped holding back, releasing his pent-up load where he promised.

With Molly’s pussy juice soaking her hair and Harry’s seed filling her mouth, Hermione moaned like she was in heaven. She swallowed the excess seed that couldn’t be held in her mouth as Harry pumped everything his balls had stored. Every time more cum was added to the pool in Hermione’s mouth, she eagerly gulped down just enough to stop any from spilling out of her lips.

When Harry was done feeding Hermione his seed, she needed no instruction for what to do next. With her cheeks bulging with the cum Harry had fed her, Hermione pulled away from the still-hard cock and stood. For once, she didn’t look at Harry’s face but instead locked onto Molly’s dazed eyes before leaning forward to kiss the redhead directly on the lips.

Hermione could feel Harry’s cock twitching against her thighs as she fed Molly the cum in her mouth. It wasn’t necessary, but Hermione did this to keep Harry ready and able to fuck again immediately. Plus, she also thought Molly deserved something for taking that pussy-reshaping destruction that Harry called fucking.

Molly weakly moved her tongue against Hermione’s while drinking the salty treat passed to her with the sloppy kiss. She wasn’t sure when Hermione stopped kissing her, and she definitely didn’t know how she found herself lying face down on the couch. But one thing Molly knew was that Harry had raised her arse while swiping his cock across her wet lower lips.

Hermione was pouting that Harry was going to fuck Molly again, but before she would let out any sound of protest, she yelped when she found herself bent over on top of Molly. The brunette was staring right into the brown eyes of her mother-in-law when Harry flipped her tiny skirt up and ripped off her knickers like a savage. Hermione’s breath hitched, knowing what was coming, but when Harry drilled his cock into her tight cunt, a scream still left Hermione’s lips.

“OH, GOD!”

Looking at Hermione’s wide-open eyes, Molly felt a mixture of jealousy and relief. No matter how sensitive her poor cunt was right now, she still wanted Harry’s cock to slip it open. But at the same time, Molly knew that Harry would be fucking her all night, so a moment to recharge was a much-needed relief.

Molly was rocked back and forth as Harry started to fuck Hermione with all his power. Looking at the woman that took Harry’s cock so well, Molly couldn’t help but be proud to have a daughter-in-law like this. Hermione was a beautiful witch that few others could match. Still, more importantly, she was also the reason Molly had one glorious day a year when her pussy got absolutely demolished.

“Please!” Hermione panted between the loud smacks her arse took as Harry fucked her, “I’m cumming!”

Harry grunted when Hermione’s pussy clamped around his thrusting cock as it tried to halt his fucking. Of course, Harry would never let that happen. He stood up in a crouch as he mounted Hermione and started to fuck his cock down into her tighter cunt, making the brunette go silent as she experienced a full-body orgasm.

Molly was the one that took the full weight of Harry pounding down into Hermione since they were on top of her exhausted body. The redhead had no complaints since she got the close-up view of Hermione slowly getting her prided intelligence fucked out of her. That was until she heard Harry growl and shift positions on top of them. Molly should have known what was coming when Hermione let out a disappointed moan.

“HARRY!”

Molly wheezed at the sudden cock that had filled her cunt again. She didn’t realize just how sensitive she still was until Harry decided to sample her pussy again.

For what must have been more than an hour, Hermione and Molly alternated between screaming at the brute that was reshaping their cunts and sighing in relief when the other took the job. All they knew was that by the time Harry was done, he had left their wombs filled with seed and their previously taut stomachs bulging from the amount of cum released inside.

No matter how much Harry wanted to keep fucking, he would still get tired after filling two cum-hungry whores like Molly and Hermione with seed many times, but that was why the pepper-up potion existed. To fuck these sluts until they had nothing but Harry’s cock on their mind.

After downing the vial, Harry’s flagging cock returned to his peak hardness, much to Hermione’s and Molly’s delight. They struggled off the couch and dropped onto their knees while releasing a deluge of cum from their creampied pussies. Harry told Hermione that he would shut her mouth with his cock, and that’s precisely what he would do next.

[Break]

The sound of flesh smacking into each other and cries of women getting the fucking of their lives still echoed in Grimmauld Place.

Harry’s muscles were straining as he railed Hermione’s cunt while fingering Molly to another release. When he felt he was about to add the umpteenth load to Hermione’s womb, Harry quickly pulled out and stood up. He stroked his angry cock at the two witches that barely had a spot on their skin that wasn’t covered with cum.

Hermione collapsed onto the floor, with Molly joining her soon after, both having no energy to move as they lay in the puddle of combined juices of their cunts and Harry’s cum. When Harry let out an almost dry load of cum that sprinkled their arses, the witches could only mumble before falling silent again.

Harry stumbled past the puddle in which his sluts were lying and collapsed on the sofa. He groaned at the soreness of his cock and the pain his balls were in. It was the same every year, but a quick trip to St. Mungo’s would fix that problem. It was well worth it, in Harry’s opinion.

In a couple hours, his two whores would leave Harry’s home and return to being the loving matriarch and bossy best friend. It made Harry want to take another potion to fuck them a couple more times, but with his balls refusing to make more cum, half the fun was gone.

Harry was already counting down to next year.