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Narcissa chose to have supper with the Potters once again. She had quickly kept Lily's vow to wear anything Narcissa ordered and chosen her most ridiculous costume yet. She wanted to be around more frequently so Lily wouldn't feel afraid to wear it to dinner. She also wanted to see if she could get Harry to tell her his version of the medical visit.
When Harry stepped into the dining room for supper, his penis leapt to attention. Narcissa was dressed in an attire that barely covered her ample breasts, but he wasn't shocked. Rose donned similarly exposed attire, which surprised him since he'd never seen her wear seductive things in front of Lily before. But it was Lily's outfit that really blew his mind.
She was dressed in gleaming red leather attire that seemed to be suited for a high-class prostitute. It was skintight and draped on her like she wasn't wearing anything.
Her nipples were as visible as day, and her boobs trembled like Jell-O at the slightest movement. His mouth became dry, and he became dizzy.
Even stranger was Lily's demeanor. She seemed embarrassed and meek, as if the barely clothed body that appeared to be meant for fucking belonged to someone else and had been erroneously affixed to her wholesome face. Throughout the lunch, she berated Narcissa for forcing her to wear the attire.
Yet her shyness turned Harry on even more, as if she were eager to go to any length to please him but also as if she were compelled to do so like a slave.
Lily leaned over to Narcissa and whispered in her ear at one point. She'd imagined Harry couldn't hear what she was saying, but he could, thanks to reading her lips as she muttered.
"Narcissa, I can't do this. It's like I'm naked. They won't stop bouncing and jiggling with every move I make. And my nipples! Everyone can see how aroused I am. It's so improper."
"You have to be strong," Narcissa said. "Consider all the calumnies Harry is going to shoot as a result of your sacrifice. Hang in there."
"That's part of the problem. I keep thinking of him coughing. I'm telling you, it's not right," Lily said.
Narcissa just gripped her hand. "Be strong."
She eventually leaned back, accidentally triggering a fresh round of chest tremors.
Harry was overjoyed and wanted to weep.
But Harry's excitement wore him down, and he ended up telling part of what occurred with Andromeda.
Rose and Narcissa sat there, intently listening.
Harry's account of events had been heavily modified and sanitized. He did describe how he'd climaxed three times during the meeting, but he gave the idea that it was more of a professional therapy than the mind-blowingly lustful experience that it was. He stated almost little about what Lily did, other than that she'd kept her eyes closed the whole time.
Even Rose, who had no knowledge of what had occurred so far, could often read between the lines. She had a strong suspicion Lily was doing more than simply sitting bored with her eyes closed the whole time. Lily's apprehensive response to Harry's description of the incident confirmed her suspicions.
Lily largely simply squirmed and flushed in humiliation. She squished about as well since her pussy was moist. It wasn't what Harry said that got her so hot; it was her own memories filling in the blanks in his story. She couldn't get the picture of Andromeda's hands repeatedly sliding all over Harry's enormous erection out of her head.
Because Rose was the one who knew the least about the meeting, she continued pressuring Harry for many of the sexual details he was trying hard not to reveal. "So wait a minute, Big Brother. You're telling me that the whole time you were there, this pretty nurse was massaging your hard-on? And she did this in the nude?" she said.
"Not the whole time, and she wasn't exactly naked," he said sheepishly, his face as red as a ripe tomato. "She always kept her pants on." He worked hard to deflect the conversation away from concerns about what his mother was doing or saying in order to preserve her honor.
Despite his attempts, Lily was overcome with embarrassment, and the more aroused she became, the more humiliated she became. What's wrong with me? she wondered. I can only imagine how I'd appear in this costume, with my erect nipples clearly apparent to everybody. This top provides no support at all. I may as well be naked. It's as if someone just painted a portion of my breasts red and called it a top.
What's worse are my sinister ideas. Whatever Narcissa says, thinking about my Griffin's large, hard thing being so tenderly massaged by the excellent nurse HAS to be a sin. I'm sure it's difficult right now, beneath the table there. Griffin must be ecstatic right now, remembering how he splashed his sperm all over Andromeda's face and chest. At the very least, he didn't drop it on the floor. Thank heavens for minor favors!
She fixed her gaze on the spot where she would have been able to view Harry's crotch if the table hadn't been in the way. I'm sure his member could use some assistance right now. It must be pulsating in agony, yearning for relief. I could be the one to touch it right now! It's all for his benefit! And I'd be sparing him from moral degradation if he cums all over me.
She took a few deep breaths to relax. Something must be wrong with me. Narcissa seems to be cool and composed. Rose is her usual cheerful self. True, they're both dressed provocatively, but I'm the only one dressed provocatively and having extremely dirty things to say about my own kid. I really need to get my act together. But I have to do it myself. I can't even tell Narcissa that I can't stop fantasizing about feeling Harry's pulsating, throbbing hardness in my palm without dying of guilt.
She was correct about one thing: Harry was ecstatic and desperate for release. It was mostly because of Lily's top. In fact, it was skillfully engineered to force her boobs to bounce much more than if she'd been entirely naked because of the way it managed to pull them up while leaving them unsupported.
Her boobs bounced around wildly with every motion she made, even if it was merely lifting a fork to her plate. She was annoyed by all of her movements and felt as if there was a bright spotlight pointing directly at her chest, with everyone gazing at her. But she had no idea what to do.
Harry declined dessert. Instead, he dashed upstairs, jumped on his bed, and collapsed into a towel.
He was emotionally and physically drained from the previous sexual excitement. His penis also felt like it had been rubbed raw. Later that evening, he was glad to just go see a movie with his buddies Sean and Ron. It also helped that he had a cold shower before leaving.
But it wasn't that simple to just turn off all that had transpired. He spent the most of the evening with his buddies, but not entirely with them. Instead, he considered what his friends would think of his mother if they came into his home to pick him up for a trip and saw her dressed the way she was. Even more absorbing was the sense that Narcissa was expecting him to return and perform some "unfinished business."
Lily really wanted her own release when Steve departed for the movie. She contemplated whether or not to masturbate while washing the dishes with Rose. She didn't doubt Narcissa, but she questioned whether Narcissa just knew one school of thought about the depravity of female masturbation. She didn't want to live a sinful life because of a misunderstanding.
On the other side, she was so excited that she wanted to fall to her knees and cry, "Why me, Lord?" Why me?" She was reminded of Job's afflictions.
She arrived at a compromise answer after much agitation: I'll simply go back to my room and practice my breast exam. Andromeda did mention that one cannot do enough of it. I definitely need a bunch of them now to make up for not having one in years. Plus, if I don't practice, I'll forget precisely how Andromeda did it.
That's exactly what she did. She had an orgasm simply by "examining" her breasts. She determined that it wasn't masturbation since she didn't even touch her pussy.
She attempted to recall her favorite movie stars at first, but failed miserably. Within seconds, her mind was consumed by sensual fantasies involving her child. Her thoughts were first focused on the provocative red gown that she wore to supper.
In her fantasy, Harry instructed her to sit next to her in the midst of supper. He then reached over and fondled her through her top without saying anything. But soon he had her shirt off and was casually pulling at her nipples while conversing with the others. Instead of masturbating, she imagined her son's fingers tugging on her nipples at the time.
Then, in her dream, Narcissa sat on Harry's opposite side, drew out his erection, and started stroking it. Harry was tugging on Lily's nipples the whole time.
She never went any farther in the dream since everything was so wonderful that she was just a few minutes away. When it was finished, she felt a lot better. It was as if a cloud had lifted from her mind. This type of activity, she determined, is beneficial because it cleanses my mind of all those filthy, perverted, bad, and sinful ideas. I'm starting to feel normal again. What I need to do in the future is have more breast examinations, but think about everything—apart from my son's exceedingly appealing member!
She reflected on her views, such as the notion that she needed to have several breast examinations to make up for not having them for years, and questioned how she had fallen for such nonsensical reasoning.
After Lily retired to her chamber, Narcissa hovered around the Potter residence. She wanted to know how enthusiastic Lily was, like a spy on a covert assignment. So, after an eager delay, she crept up to Lily's bedroom and placed her ear to Lily's door. She could hear groaning and bedsprings creaking.
She returned home with a satisfied smile on her face.
Her husband was working late, so she was alone as she stood in front of her bedroom closet, getting ready for bed. I had a feeling! I'm surprised, but not totally. Lily has been suppressed to the point that she is a volcano of passion, and she is about to explode. She has absolutely no control over herself. She's so fucked up for Harry! It's self-evident.
This clearly alters the situation. My objective was to soften her principles just enough for her to tolerate my connection with Harry. The issue is that I believe she is slipping down a steep slope, and there is no way to stop her even if she is only halfway down. She's fighting it, but she really wants some of Harry's cock. I could tell that her eyes were virtually digging a hole through the table. It was as though she wished for X-ray vision.
That may be a problem. That certainly brings up a whole other bag of worms. On the other hand, maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to fulfill my greatest, unattainable sexual fantasy: seduce not only Harry, but also Lily and Rose! I'm going this far with Harry, and it feels too wonderful to be true, but I never anticipated the two of them to respond this way on top of it. It's as if they're complete nymphomaniacs who erupt in desire at the slightest provocation.
She completed her undressing while ruminating. Lily's response was already out of the ordinary. But there's also Rose's response. Like when she was grilling Harry at dinner about how Andromeda touched his penis. Pumping is an excellent term. She seemed to be on the verge of reaching over and jacking him off there at the dinner table.
Narcissa started fingering her pussy in front of the mirror now that she was nude. I had Rose completely wrong. I assumed she was another prude like her mother. I tried for years to encourage Lily to have an affair to liven up her life, but it was the one thing I could never get her to do. I couldn't even get her to dress more sensually. But, no, the mother and daughter are utter babes. In fact, even before I put my plan into action, I had a feeling Rose had feelings for him. Perhaps she does! It's unbearably hot, sister and brother together! I can't take it anymore!
Narcissa was really getting into her pussy now. With each stroke, her whole body crumpled. Her other hand was aggressively working on her clitoral area. But, unlike Lily, whose head fogged over readily, Narcissa was much better at holding her cool. She continued to imagine and strategize while becoming more aroused.
Harry might have the key to unlocking all three of them. I need to nurture and deepen their sexual desires for each other. Then, one day, all four of us will be in bed together! If we're all on Harry, it'll be natural for everyone to start caressing one another until we're all furiously fucking each other. It'll be spectacular! I could live with them, and, my God! Oh, please! Far too much!
I can move in with them, and perhaps, oh yeah! Perhaps even marry Harry! Oh my God! Yes! Only I have the authority to marry him. I am the only one who is not connected! Fuck! They'll have to come to an agreement.
Yes, indeed! Oh! Oh my God! My fucking hubby, the fucking gorgeous Harry! And Lily and Rose are my sleeping mates! Oh! Lord! Every day is a massive orgie! Oh, yeah! Oh! Aaaaiiiieeee!!!
Narcissa arched her back and let out a loud howl as she had her biggest orgasm in years. As time passed, images of all three Potters rushed across her mind, one after the other. It was mostly Harry and then Lily. For years, Narcissa had a thing on Lily but never pursued it since she thought Lily was a little less prudish than a nun with perpetual chastity vows.
She'd never had sexual feelings for Rose, and she was uninterested in young females. But there was no doubt that Rose was approaching adulthood and that her body belonged to an adult. Narcissa was now open to the thought of enticing Rose as well. She became really agreeable all of a sudden.
She laid back on her bed, naked. If I had a real spouse, he would be here for me right now. I would never have begun roaming. I can't even remember when we last made love. It's as if Lily and I aren't even married. I'm not sure which is worse: Lily's husband being always away or my husband being there but not present at the same time.
Harry, on the other hand, is a genuine guy and a nice man. He's no ordinary young man. He'd never ignore me or abandon me. She sighed as she gazed around the empty bedroom.