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PotPods ch.1

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patreon.com/pandorastories Harry Potter was beyond frustrated. He angrily ripped off the runic headphones he found on his dead father’s desk, seething with frustration. “What a piece of fucking shit! They don’t work at all!”

He had been trying to get them to work for fifteen fucking minutes, staring at the dim and muted words on his portable runic entertainment center. The instructions claimed they were fully configured and ready to use, but he couldn’t hear a single sound coming out of them.

“Maybe it’s a driver issue,” Harry muttered, fiddling with the settings on his small runic box. This thing was supposed to revolutionize the magical entertainment and communication world, but it was a fucking joke. “But this thing doesn’t even have drivers. It’s plug-and-play. Give me a break. Why is the future so damn stupid?”

He tried playing music on them, first from the street corner store’s preloaded music, then from the radio, but still nothing. He wasn’t expecting crystal clear sound quality from first-generation headphones, but he couldn’t even get them to work at all.

“Fuck this,” Harry sighed, realizing it was his own damn fault for not buying new headphones instead of listening to the image of his father in the portrait. He had wanted those cool runic headphones his favorite company showcased during the holidays, but he didn’t have that kind of money. Who did? He was a nineteen-year-old living with his fucking Mother and sister, getting ready for his first job after Hogwarts.

He grabbed two pearly white headphones, tucking them into the drawer. “Maybe I can get these to work,” he muttered. “I just haven’t found the right setting or something. I can fix this. Somehow.”

Whenever he had a problem at Hogwarts, the solution was usually to take a step back and come back to it later. So he took the shower he had been putting off all morning finally.

Harry furrowed his brow as he closed the bathroom door behind him, turning on the fan. Like any other horny guy his age, he had a healthy sexual appetite. The last time he had sex was six months ago, with a bored handjob in the back of Ginny’s parents’ station wagon, which meant that he spent most of his time watching porn. But it was hard to keep it a secret when he was living with two women who were walking around the house all day and night. And it was even harder to hide what he was doing when “keeping it quiet” meant smuggling a pair of full headphones into the bathroom with him. If Harry had a pair of sleek earbuds, everything would be so much fucking easier. But he had wasted his money on shitty headphones that didn’t even work. He could watch something boiling right now, he thought, stepping into the shower. And no one would be any wiser...

It would be even fucking easier if his Mom, Lily, and sister, Rose, would back the fuck off and give him some “me time” once in a while. But asking them for that would only result in a shrug and pearl-clutching.

As Harry stepped out of the shower, he already felt a little better. He had tucked this incident away as another stupid mistake - but luckily one that no one needed to know about.

As he dried his face with a towel, he noticed something weird. His phone was blinking. He received a notification: PotPots Detected! New user detected! Mweb switching to LILY PHONE...

“What the fuck?” Harry muttered, dragging the towel over his body with his free hand. “These damn things don’t even work. Why do they connect to other people’s phones in the house?..”

His eyes widened as he realized they weren’t connecting to phones - the phone was connecting to them.

Which meant that his Mom had taken them. She was in his fucking room.

In a blink of an eye, he had boxer shorts on and was rushing down the hallway. “Mom! Hey, what are you doing in my room...?”

The door to his bedroom was open a few inches, but no one was inside. A quick glance confirmed his suspicions - the drawer of his bedroom dresser was ajar, and the earbuds were gone. He swallowed hard, feeling a lump of ice forming in his stomach. The porn magazine tucked away in the back of the drawer was untouched, as was the small plastic bag of muggle drugs that served as his stash. But she saw them. Fuck, she saw them. He was dead.

“Uh, Mom?” Harry asked, opening the door another crack. He pulled on a shirt and fastened his pants, waiting for some kind of response. “Lily? Are you, uh, there?”

“It’s so fucking wonderful,” Mom murmured. She looked at Harry in a way he wished Ginny would look at him in that backseat. “This is the best thing I’ve ever heard. I’m sorry I stole them from you, son - they were just calling out to me. I could hear them all the way from the kitchen.”

Harry tilted his head to the side. “You heard them?” He knew some headphones had a system that made a small ping to help you find them if they were lost, but his pair definitely wasn’t that fancy. And it didn’t sound like what she was talking about, anyway. Harry’s heart raced as Mom spoke, her hands working at his pants. He couldn’t believe what was happening. It felt too good to be true, and yet it was happening. He couldn’t deny the fact that he was turned on, and Mom’s words only added to his excitement.

He watched as she threw his belt across the room, and he couldn’t help but groan as she grabbed his bulge through his pants. “I heard you were taking a shower upstairs - stairs, son,” she said, her voice thick with desire. “Tell me the truth - did you jerk off up there?”

Harry shook his head, feeling a sense of shame wash over him. “No. That’s what the headphones were for, so I could do it with no one hearing. But they don’t work...”

“They do work,” Mom said, her voice filled with lust. “They tell me things, son. Things I should have figured out years ago - like that there’s a big, powerful stallion under my roof that I should take care of the way a woman should...”

Harry’s mind raced as Mom continued to speak, her words driving him wild with desire. He couldn’t believe that this was happening, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to stop it. He wanted her, and she wanted him. It was as simple as that.

With a growl, Mom pulled Harry’s pants down to his ankles, revealing his rock-hard cock. She licked her lips hungrily, her hands moving to grasp his shaft. “Mmm, I can’t wait to taste you,” she murmured.

Harry moaned as Mom took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his tip. He felt as if he was in a state of bliss, and couldn't believe this was real. He looked down at Mom, watching as she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth.

He knew he was powerless to stop what was happening. Mom utterly entranced him, and he could no longer refuse her. With a groan, he surrendered to her completely, letting her take him to new heights of pleasure.

Harry felt his cheeks flush as Mom pulled his dick out of his pants. A bead of pre-cum formed on the tip of his cock as she wrapped her fingers around the base, surprised at how big he was. He realized he was bigger than he had been just a few minutes ago. The cock he saw in the shower was not so impressive.

“Fuck,” she growled, pressing her fingers against the pad in his left ear. For a moment, Harry thought she wanted to rip it out, but she seemed to listen to something. After a while, she smiled as if someone had told a great joke and put her hand around his balls.

“I think,” Mom whispered, batting her eyelashes at him, “they just told me how to be great at sucking cock. Do you want to find out?”

Harry couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His Mother, the prudish and screaming woman, was offering to use her mouth for his pleasure. This blew his mind.

“This is crazy,” he thought. “But hell, let’s be a little crazy then.”

He felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing that if he took the next step, there would be no turning back. Once he got the ice cream from his Mother, there was no way to hide the genie back in the bottle. He could still hide his dick in his pants, go upstairs, throw away his headphones, and go back to his old life - but not when he came inside Mom. Did he really want that?

He looked down at the gorgeous woman kneeling in front of him and decided that he did.

“Fuck, Mom, suck my cock,” he begged, slapping her cheek with the swollen crown of his cock. “Fuck, put it in your mouth...”

With a smirk, Mom did just that. Her warm, wet lips surrounded him, swallowing the tip of his cock and working steadily downward. Harry’s fingers tightened on her hair as she sucked him, her lips forming a tight seal around his shaft as she slowly relaxed her throat to take him deeper. As he plunged into her, his cock deep in her throat, he felt like the goddamn king of the world.

“Take off your top,” he said, looking down at her. “I want to see those tits bouncing back and forth as you suck me off, Mom.” Harry couldn’t believe what was happening. Just an hour ago, he never would have imagined that he would be in this situation. But there he was, with Mom kneeling in front of him and her blouse pulled down, revealing her magnificent breasts. Harry couldn’t help but stare at them, admiring their perfect shape and the hard nipples.

“You like MILFs, don’t you?” Mom groaned as she watched Harry’s cock jerk and gush from pre-cum. “A sexy older woman who can teach you how to fuck...”

The word “fuck” made Harry’s heart skip a beat. Did Mom really mean what he thought she meant? He had only ever had one sexual experience before, a handjob from Ginny. The thought of going all the way with Mom was exciting and overwhelming at the same time.

“Mom?” Harry asked, stroking the side of her face. She nuzzled against it like a puppy, her need and desire apparent. “Can we go upstairs to the bedroom?”

Mom broke out into a wide grin. “Of course, son,” she growled, her voice full of lust and submission. “Do you want to go to my bedroom or yours? We can sit on the edge of the bed and I can suck your cock while you look at those nasty porn magazines and smoke pot. Or we can get between the sheets in your Mom and dad’s bed and fuck like animals...”

Both options sounded incredibly tempting to Harry, but he couldn’t resist the thought of fucking Mom in his dad’s bed. The memory of his last sexual experience in that bed only added to his excitement.

“Your room,” Harry gasped, helping Mom to her feet. Suddenly realizing that he was in charge, he gave her a hard spank on her ass. “Now, slut.”

“Oh, fuck!” Mom groaned. “Yes, sir! I never thought my son would treat me this way.” She turned around and gave Harry a sultry look over her shoulder from the bottom of the stairs. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me, son. Mommy will give you everything you need from now on. Everything!”

As they made their way down the stairs, Harry couldn’t take his eyes off Mom’s ass. This was really happening. He was going to have sex for the first time, and with an older woman who knew exactly what she was doing.

“Mom?” Harry asked, stroking the side of her face. She nuzzled against his hand like a puppy driven by her biological needs. “Please tell me. Can we go upstairs to the bedroom?”

She broke out into a wide grin. “Of course, Harry,” Mom growled, her voice a mix of lust and hypnotic submission. “Do you want to go to my bedroom or yours? You can sit on the edge of the bed, smoke pot, and flip through those dirty magazines while I suck your dick. Or, we can get under the sheets in dad’s room or mine and fuck like wild animals.” God, both things sounded so good. But it was the memory of fucking in his dad’s bed that really sent him over the edge.

Harry gasped as he helped Mom to her feet. Realizing that he was now in charge, he gave her a hard spanking on her ass with his hand. “Now, you slut.”

“Oh, fuck!” Mom groaned. “Yes, sir! I never expected my son to treat me this way!” She turned around and gave him a sultry look over her shoulder from the bottom of the stairs. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me, son. Mommy will give you everything you need from now on. Everything!”

As they made their way down the stairs, Harry couldn’t take his eyes off of Mom’s ass. He watched it flex and thought to himself, “This is really happening. I’m really going to get laid for the first time!”

When they reached the master bedroom, Mom got on all fours and crawled across the bed, sticking her big ass in the air. “Do you like what you see?” she asked, licking her lips like he was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.

“Fuck yes,” Harry groaned. “God, Mom, I’ve fantasized about this so many times...”

She gave him a knowing smile. “I know, honey. Mom always knows.” She patted the pillow - his dad’s pillow. “Now lie down here so Mommy can show you how much you wet her pussy...”

Harry scrambled onto the bed, his shoulders rubbing against the quilt. Mom stretched him out, her big tits rocking back and forth on his face as she looked at him with desire. His cock was making a tent in his boxers, so hard that it was painful. He could still feel the wetness she left on his shaft from her mouth, and the thought of the soft, wet walls of her pussy wrapped around it left him weak. “Uh, Mom?” Harry said, feeling awkward for the first time since she put on the magic headphones from his father’s desk. “I think I need to confess something.”

Mom smiled and ran her hands over his chest, caressing him as she moved slowly downward. “Of course, darling,” she whispered, her lips hot against his ear. “You can tell your Mother anything. Every dirty thing you ever thought of...”

“Not that,” he gasped, his back arching as she found his cock. “I just... never...”

She took his meaning immediately. Suddenly, her face was inches from his, her eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and delight.

“Why, son,” muttered his Mother, her voice thick with need. “Are you saying you’re a virgin?”

Even with her gorgeous MILF body all over his, Harry felt the need to defend himself. “I mean, not completely,” he said, trying to keep his eyes from wandering to her tits. To her wet pussy. “Ginny and I, back when we were dating, we did ... things. Just never went all the way ...”

Mom chuckled low in her throat. “You don’t have to worry about any of this,” she growled, putting her hands on his shoulders. “Mom is about to make a man out of you, honey. You’ll have something that little slut Ginny would never give you. Mommy will let you go all the way in her tight, wet cunt, and then you’ll cum inside me. Do you understand that?”

That sounded insanely perfect. But Harry hadn’t even thought about safety.

“Is it safe, Mom?” he asked, his hands wandering down her hips. Mom purred as his fingers found her ass, gripping it tightly. He couldn’t help himself - she had a fabulous fucking ass.

“Don’t worry about a thing,” she said, planting a kiss on his forehead. “Mom has everything under control - you can cum inside me as often as you want. I just want you to relax and do it, and not have to worry about shit like this. This pussy belongs to you now, son. It’s yours.”

The last of his reluctance melted away. Harry still had no idea what exactly those headphones had done to her, but he didn’t care. Whatever it was, he damn well liked it.

“If it’s mine,” he growled, his fingers digging into the firm flesh of her ass, “then give it to me, Mom. Spread it for me!”



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