Brooms and Cocks ch.17

Shaking his head at the peculiar nature of women, Harry Potter returned to his room. As he began to undress before the shower, he paused, noticing that Hermione and Molly were still present. The pair sat near the window, deeply engrossed in conversation. Hermione spoke in a quiet but assertive tone, while Molly nodded along, her expression intense and focused.

Their dialogue quieted as Harry entered, and both women rose gracefully. Hermione passed him, smiling conspiratorially and winking playfully. When Harry's gaze met Molly's, she blushed but didn't look away, moving towards the bathroom.

"I'll get some water for you," Molly offered.

"Thank you, Molly," Harry replied, following her and tossing his clothes onto the chair's backrest. Molly's eyes widened at the sight of his nudity, and her breath visibly quickened.

"What were you and Hermione talking about?" Harry asked, intrigued.

"Mrs. Kate wanted to make sure you're well taken care of," Molly replied, her cheeks flushing even more. She nervously tucked her dark locks back, her eyes following Harry's growing excitement. "She also warned me about... certain guests you might entertain," she added hesitantly.

"Does it bother you, Molly?" Harry asked, a hint of challenge in his voice.

"Not at all, sir!" she responded eagerly, her eyes sparkling as she licked her lips, gathering courage. "Sir, it's been a long-hidden fantasy... to serve a beautiful, powerful young man like you..." she said.

Molly trembled slightly and bit her lower lip. Harry reached out, gently lifting her chin with his finger, and her eyes met his, filled with desire mirroring Hermione's devotion. He allowed his own desire to show in his gaze, smiling encouragingly as she softly gasped.

As steam filled the room from the hot water, Harry approached closer, now just inches from Molly. He trailed his fingers from her chin down her neck, exploring the soft skin of her exposed chest as she breathed quickly. Unflinching, Molly let him undo the top button of her uniform, both enjoying the sight of her bound breasts straining against the fabric. Harry Potter's lips parted, and he drew in a shaky breath as his hand slid down between Molly's thighs. Molly bit her lower lip and spread her legs, granting him easy access.

"You naughty slut," Harry whispered, smiling as he discovered she wasn't wearing panties. Molly nodded, biting her lower lip and turning her head aside, a look of shame etched on her face.

"Yes, sir. I am, sir," she whispered, her voice full of surprising emotions. "I'm a wicked slut, sir. Please, use your maid, sir!"

"I want to feel those pretty lips again," Harry said, unbuttoning another button on her uniform and smiling as her ample breasts swayed. "And if you're a good little cocksucker, I'll let you feel me in that sloppy cunt of yours."

He flicked his fingers against her naked pussy, and Molly shuddered with pleasure, her knees buckling as she fell to the floor before him. Her hands wrapped around his thighs, pulling him towards her body, and her face pressed against his quickly hardening cock. Sloppy kisses filled the bathroom as the older woman threw herself to worship his cock.
Her eyes widened as she caught the scent of other women on him, and he thought she might hesitate, but she moaned even louder and spoke rapidly in Spanish, which he couldn't understand. The only word he caught was "hombre" before his cock slipped into her hot mouth.

Sighing with satisfaction, Harry reached down and guided the maid's lips up and down his cock. She moaned loudly with pleasure, and then he pushed the worry from his mind, watching as her thick lips enveloped his cock. Molly wasn't as skilled as Hermione, but she made up for it with enthusiasm. Wet, slurping sounds filled the bathroom, joining his groans as his balls tightened. She lunged forward, taking him into her throat as deeply as she could, then pulled back and ran her tongue over the tip before diving forward again.

His orgasm didn't last long, but he wasn't quite ready to burst yet. Sinking his fingers into the maid's thick, dark hair, he pulled her towards him. Molly let out a cry of pleasure as she stood up and turned around, leaning over the sink and reaching back to hike up her skirt. He stared into her dark eyes, relishing the euphoria that swept over her face as he pressed his cock into her wet opening.

Molly wasn't as tight as the sisters, but the feeling of her pussy writhing around his cock as she came was incredible. The moment he entered her was amazing. Her hands gripped the sink, knuckles whitening, and her breath hissed from her mouth as she trembled with pleasure.

Ignoring the orgasm washing over her, Harry surged forward, taking her soft pussy with a powerful thrust. With each strong thrust, Molly's soft ass clenched before him, and she emitted quiet, small sighs of pleasure. Reaching up, he pulled her back with a hand wrapped around her thick hair at the base. Molly let out a shocked gasp, and her eyes met his in the mirror as he slid his hand down her uniform and pulled out her massive breasts.

"Mmmhmmm!"

She moaned as Harry Potter first pulled on one thick nipple, then the other, loving how her soft breasts jiggled and bounced every time his hips slammed into her ass. His balls tightened as he admired the sight of his beautiful older maid bent over him, with her quivering tits and trembling skirt as he fucked her hard from behind.

"I'm coming," he warned, and Molly eagerly nodded.

"Yes, please! Cum in me... on me... wherever you want!"

"On your tits," Harry growled, and he was about to pull his cock out of her pussy when he saw her face contort with pleasure at his words.
Molly's soft pussy gripped his cock like a teenager's as a huge orgasm swept through her body and she fell more than on her knees when he finally released his cock. She barely tightened her fingers around the shaft before she grunted in pleasure and the first thick gush of cum arched and hit her cheek. MILF moaned in pleasure, directing the rest of his semen onto her massive breasts as she reached up and pushed the cum on her cheek into her mouth. Sucking it from her fingers, her eyes met his and he was happy to see that there was no shame or embarrassment in them, only deep joy.

"The car for Mr and Mrs Hermione will arrive in twenty minutes, sir," she said in the same submissive tone she always used with him, but kneeling topless in front of him, with her skirt hiked up around her hips, added a layer of eroticism that he found hard to separate from the maid. And he wasn't sure he ever wanted to. 'I'll get your clothes and luggage ready.

"Thank you, Molly," Harry said, reaching down and running his fingers gently over her smooth cheek. "You've always been so good to me.

"It's my pleasure, sir," she smiled at the compliment, nodding in acknowledgement as he helped her up.

As he stepped into the shower, he couldn't help but look behind him as the MILF pushed her massive breasts back into her bra. His cock pulsed as he thought about pulling her into the shower with him, and then he remembered that Amelia would be joining Hermione and him on the plane.

Looking forward to the flight more than an hour earlier, he rinsed and dressed before the car arrived. When Hermione and he got out, they noticed his stepmother directing film crews around the house. He wasn't sure what she was planning, but the work made his mum look like her old self again, and that was worth everything.

Hermione and he reviewed the presentation one last time as they drove to the airport. She was concerned that she was too structured and wouldn't leave him any room to adjust as the situation developed. This was a valid concern and he sat down with the presentation and what they knew of those who would be attending, making changes as necessary.

Amelia was waiting at the airport along with a private plane. The plane didn't have a lot of extra space, but it was equipped with a sleeper cabin with a bathroom and shower. All three used the bedroom for half the flight, and for the other half they discussed work.

Harry's exploits of joining the mile high club will have to wait, but suffice to say it was an amazing time. The highlight was when he positioned Amelia's broad bottom over Hermione's butt, alternating as the Rocky Mountains flowed beneath them.