A Big Happy Weasley Family Part 3 - Sex Stories

A Big Happy Weasley Family Part 3

... sill. And gasped softly at the sight. Right next to the kitchen counter were Harry and his Mom, facing each other with fiercely passionate gazes. They were naked from the waist down. And Ron gulped as he saw just what was spearing between his mother’s meaty thighs. A massive, purpling cockhead rushed under and then out of the biggest ass Ron had ever seen, glistening with what he could only assume to be his mom’s arousal. In a haze, Ron watched as Harry turned his mother around, pushed her up against the kitchen counter like she was a piece of luggage, and started slapping her twat with his massive meat. And then his eyes nearly bugged out when his mom started squirting all over the place. Ron didn’t care anymore; he poked his head right into the window – his mom and best friend were too occupied to even notice. The stimulation was too much – he unzipped his jeans, still in a daze. His penis popped out – far, far smaller than Harry’s monster, he noticed with a pang – and he started rubbing it furiously at the sight of his best friend making his mother cum. And even before his mother had finished squirting, Harry just slammed his shaft into her pussy like he owned it. His mom’s ass was rippling in the light of the day (it was broad daylight! The nerve of them! Ron thought incredulously, not even noticing the fact that he himself was masturbating outside in the same broad daylight) as his best friend sawed in and out of her cunt. His mother was screaming – Ron had never heard ...

... her screaming like that before. And then everyone just froze as Ginny, of all people, walked into the room. The window was diagonally behind Harry and his mom, so he couldn’t quite make out their expressions, but he imagined they were as stupefied as he was. Ginny just walked casually up to the kitchen – in the meantime, he saw Harry blindly grope for the snack cupboard behind him (without even moving out of his mother’s cunt, which drooled around him). Harry quickly opened the drawer and grabbed a snack. Ginny had reached the counter. “Hey, Harry, Mum,” she said brightly. Ron ducked a bit behind the sill, but he still peeked around it. He gaped at Ginny’s utter cluelessness – she had told him about Harry and his mom, she had been troubled about it, and here she was, just chatting casually with them as Harry’s enormous fuckstick was buried deep in his mom’s blubbering twat. “Hey, Ginny,” Harry said brightly. Ron gaped at him – he had no idea how Harry managed to maintain his composure in that position. Harry casually unwrapped the snack – it was a chocolate frog - and happily munched upon it. He noticed that his Mom’s cheek (both her face and her arse) was utterly red, like she was suppressing a scream. “Ooh,” Ginny chirped, “Can I have one of those too?” Harry just shrugged, pulled his wand out from his shift sleeve, and floated one over from the open cupboard to Ginny. “Thanks!” Ginny said, “I’ll just go put the broom up in the shed – is that okay?” “You sure?” Harry asked, ...