The MILF Next Door (Ch. 2 - Hermione Granger) (Patreon)

Hermione was determined to win Harry back from her mother, whatever it took. She had always known that Emma was a temptress, but she had never realized just how much of a threat she posed until now. As she walked up to her room, she knew she had to step up her game, especially since her mother had a head start on her in this particular arena. There was no way that she was going to let Emma steal her man without a fight. And if that meant donning a skimpy outfit to distract him from her mother's charms, then so be it.

She rummaged through her closet, discarding various items of clothing onto her bed in her haste. She wanted something that would drive Harry wild, something that would leave him breathless and begging for more. That meant it was time to break out the big guns – she had to dig deep into her wardrobe for some choice pieces she had been saving for a special occasion like this.

At last, she found what she was looking for: a short black mini-skirt that she had bought on a whim during a shopping trip with Ginny and Luna. It was far shorter than anything she had ever worn before, but she knew that it would look amazing on her.

She paired it with a low-cut top that showed off her ample cleavage, making sure to leave a few buttons undone to give Harry a tantalising glimpse of what lay beneath.

She took one last look in the mirror, her heart racing with anticipation. She knew that she looked hot, but she couldn't be sure how Harry would react. Would he still see her as the same old Hermione, or would he see her in a new light?

Taking a deep breath, she headed back downstairs, determined to win Harry over once and for all.

When Hermione walked back into the kitchen, she was relieved to see that both Harry and Emma had gotten dressed. Harry was sitting at the table, looking a little flustered, while Emma was busying herself with making breakfast.

As she entered the room, Harry's eyes widened in surprise. He couldn't believe the transformation that had taken place in such a short space of time. Gone was the prim and proper Hermione that he had always known, replaced instead by this sultry siren who stood before him now.

He felt his pulse begin to race as he drank in the sight of her, his gaze lingering on the curve of her breasts as they threatened to spill forth from the confines of her low-cut top. He could feel the blood rushing to his head, clouding his thoughts as his mind filled with a sudden flurry of impure thoughts.

"Ah, there you are, Hermione!" Daniel exclaimed, turning to greet his daughter with a wide grin. "We were just about to start breakfast without you."

"Sorry I took so long," Hermione replied, her voice laced with a hint of tease as she shot a coy glance at Harry, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."

"Not at all, my dear!" Daniel replied, oblivious to the sexual tension that filled the room. "We were just about to dig in. Why don't you take a seat?"

Harry watched in amazement as Hermione sashayed over to the table, her hips swaying seductively as she moved. Her breasts bounced enticingly within the constraints of her tight top, drawing Harry's gaze like a magnet.

As she took her seat, she crossed her legs, her short skirt riding up to reveal a tantalising expanse of pale thigh. Harry could see the outline of her black lace panties peeking out from beneath the hem of her skirt, and he felt his cock twitch in response.

Emma set down a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of him, her eyes flicking between her daughter and her guest as she surveyed the scene before her. Harry could sense the subtle undercurrents of competition that simmered just below the surface, a palpable sense of rivalry that seemed to hang in the air like an unspoken challenge.

Despite himself, Harry couldn't help but admire Hermione's boldness. Here she was, sitting at the breakfast table with her parents, dressed in nothing but a skirt that barely covered her bottom and a shirt that left little to the imagination. And yet, rather than shrinking back in embarrassment, she seemed to exude an almost regal confidence, as though she knew that she had already won the day.

Emma, meanwhile, seemed determined to stake her own claim on Harry's attentions. As she sat down at the table, she leaned forward, her breasts spilling forth from the low neckline of her own blouse. The fabric gaped enticingly, revealing the smooth swell of her cleavage as she fixed her chair.

Throughout the meal, Hermione kept up a steady stream of chatter, engaging her father in conversation as she deftly steered the topic away from any potentially awkward subjects (Daniel was none the wiser that his wife had been fucked raw by their guest last night after all). Meanwhile, every chance she got, she reached out to touch Harry's leg beneath the table, running her fingers lightly along the inside of his thigh as she smiled coquettishly at him.

Emma, not to be outdone by her daughter, made a show of leaning across the table to refill their coffee cups, allowing Harry a generous view down her blouse as she did so. She laughed loudly at her husband's jokes, tossing her hair back over her shoulder as she played up her feminine charms, her tits bouncing enticingly in Harry's general direction with each giggle and guffaw.

The rest of breakfast passed in a blur of sensory overload, with Harry feeling as if he were caught in some kind of erotic tug-of-war between mother and daughter. Everywhere he turned, it seemed, there was another flash of skin, another tantalising glimpse of flesh, leaving him dizzy and disoriented with desire. It was all he could do to maintain even a semblance of composure as he tried to hold a civilised conversation amidst the whirlwind of hormones that surrounded him.

At last, however, the meal came to an end, as Daniel pushed back his chair and stood up, stretching expansively and suggesting that they move outside to enjoy the warm summer day. Harry breathed a silent sigh of relief, grateful for the reprieve from the intense atmosphere that had built up around the dining table.

Daniel led the way, pushing open the French doors and stepping out into the bright sunlight. Emma followed close behind, casting one last lingering look at Harry as she went, her eyes glinting with determination. There was no doubt in Harry's mind that she intended to continue her campaign to win him over, no matter what it took.

Left alone in the kitchen, Harry looked over at Hermione, who gave him a wicked smile. "Well? What do you think?" she asked, gesturing to her outfit with a flourish.

Harry swallowed hard, trying to find the words to express how utterly taken aback he was by her transformation. He had always known that Hermione was beautiful, of course - she was easily one of the most intelligent and capable women he had ever met. But this new side of her, this sultry, confident version of herself that she had only revealed this morning, was something entirely different.

"You look... amazing," Harry finally stammered, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggled to find the right words for his first friend. "I mean, wow. Just... wow."

Hermione giggled, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment and her breasts bouncing appreciatively at the compliment. "Really? You really think so?" she asked, her eyes shining with excitement.

Without warning, Hermione leaned in closer, her hand snaking out to cup Harry's hard cock through his trousers. Harry gasped at the sudden contact, feeling his pulse race as she squeezed him gently, her fingers teasing him through the rough fabric.

"I guess that answers my question," she giggled, her lips curling upwards into a sly grin.

Determined to seize the opportunity while it presented itself, Harry seized Hermione by the arm, pulling her close and kissing her deeply. Their tongues danced together in a passionate embrace, their bodies pressed close as they shared a desperate, breathless moment of connection.

Panting heavily, Harry broke off the kiss and looked Hermione directly in the eye. "I want you, Hermione. Right now."

"But what about my parents?" Hermione asked, her voice quavering with a mixture of fear and excitement. "We can't just... do it here, can we?"

Harry grinned, running his hands up Hermione's thighs, caressing her skin with a gentle touch as he nuzzled against her neck. "You shouldn't have teased me like that if you weren't ready for the consequences," he growled, his voice husky with desire.

With surprising strength, Harry lifted Hermione onto the tabletop, spreading her legs wide apart as he stepped between them. Without breaking eye contact, he began to unbutton her top, exposing more and more of her luscious curves as he peeled the garment away from her body.

As soon as he had removed her blouse, Harry buried his face in Hermione's breasts, inhaling her scent deeply as he ran his hands over her body. His fingers found the clasp of her bra, releasing it with a simple flick of the wrist, and soon the garment joined her blouse on the tabletop.

Now free of its constraints, Hermione's chest sprang forth, full and round, her large areolas puckered tight with anticipation. Her soft mounds filled Harry's palms perfectly, heavy and ripe with promise.

Hermione moaned softly, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement as Harry began to tease her breasts with his fingers. "Oh, God, Harry, what if they catch us?" she whispered, her voice quavering with anxiety.

"They won't," Harry murmured reassuringly, his breath hot against her ear as he spoke. "We'll just have to be quick."

With those words still ringing in her ears, Harry reached down between Hermione's legs, sliding his fingers beneath the hem of her skirt and tugging her panties aside. With one swift motion, he plunged two fingers deep inside her wet warmth, causing Hermione to cry out in surprise and pleasure.

"Harry!" she gasped, gripping the edge of the tabletop as she rocked her hips, grinding her clit against his knuckles as he worked his fingers in and out of her slick opening.

Harry felt her muscles spasm around his fingers, gripping him tightly as he pistoned himself in and out, driving her wild with each thrust of his skilled digits. Hermione moaned, her head falling back as she gave herself up to the mounting tension that threatened to overwhelm her senses.

Suddenly, Hermione's body convulsed, her legs clamping down on Harry's forearms as she screamed, the sound echoing through the kitchen as she came harder than she ever had before.

"Harry! Oh, God, yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried, her voice breaking into ragged sobs as she shuddered and shook with orgasmic ecstasy.

Harry knew that he couldn't hold back much longer, not when faced with the tantalizing sight of Hermione, writhing and gasping in front of him, her body bared for his pleasure. Gritting his teeth, he pulled his fingers free from her dripping hole, bringing them up to her mouth so that she could taste her own juices, savoring the sweet, musky taste of her essence on his fingertips.

Hermione sucked eagerly at Harry's fingers, her eyes locked onto his as she swallowed every last drop of her own tangy nectar. When at last she had licked his fingers clean, Harry moved his hands to his belt, deftly undoing the buckle and tugging it free from the loops of his trousers.

Slowly, deliberately, Harry tugged open his fly, revealing the throbbing length of his engorged cock, glistening with precum and veins pulsing with desire. Hermione's eyes widened at the sight of him, her mouth forming a little 'O' of shock and awe.

"Oh, God, Harry... we can't!" Hermione protested, her eyes wide with a mix of terror and longing. "What if my parents come in?"

Harry smiled wickedly, running his thumb gently along her jawline as he whispered in her ear, "Then we'll just have to be very, very quiet, won't we?"

Gently, he guided Hermione down from the tabletop, turning her around so that she was facing the glass windows that looked out onto the garden beyond where her parents sat. The sunlight streamed in through the panes, casting warm golden beams across the room, illuminating every inch of Hermione's bare flesh as she stood there nervously.

Carefully, Harry lifted Hermione's skirt, bunching it up around her waist and exposing the firm, perfect globes of her ass to his eager gaze. She shuddered as she felt his hot breath against her skin, her nerves tingling with anticipation as he leaned in to whisper lewdly in her ear.

"I want you to watch them while I fuck you," Harry growled, nodding towards the window where on the other side Daniel and Emma were busy chatting away, completely oblivious to the illicit activities taking place within their own home. "Can you do that for me, Hermione? Can you keep your cool while I make love to you right here?"

Hermione swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she nodded silently, her throat too dry to speak. She knew that she couldn't deny Harry anything he asked of her, not when he looked at her like that, with such a fierce, intense hunger in his eyes.

Without another word, Harry positioned himself behind Hermione, nudging her thighs apart with his knee as he pressed the swollen head of his cock against her entrance, rubbing it slowly up and down her slit until he was slick with her juices. Then, without warning, he drove himself home, impaling her tight pussy with one swift stroke.

Hermione cried out, biting her lip to stifle the sound as she felt Harry fill her to the brim, his thick shaft buried deep inside her welcoming warmth. He felt so big, so hot, so incredibly hard within her, and she revelled in the feeling of fullness that she knew only he could provide.

Slowly, carefully, Harry began to thrust, his hips moving in long, languid strokes as he fucked Hermione from behind, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he held her steady.

With every thrust, Hermione's plump cheeks jiggled enticingly, the folds of her labia spreading and contracting rhythmically as Harry pumped in and out of her clutching depths. Her inner walls clenched around him, milking him greedily, urging him onward with their insistent massage.

Despite the danger of discovery, despite the fact that they could be caught at any moment, Harry found himself unable to resist the allure of this forbidden encounter. His blood raced, his pulse hammered, his muscles strained as he fought to maintain control over his surging desires. Every nerve ending seemed to sing with electric excitement, his senses heightened to new levels of awareness as he drank in the sight of Hermione, bent over before him, arms on the tabletop, her pale skin flushed pink with exertion and her breasts swaying enticingly with each powerful thrust.

Hermione's eyes were fixed on her parents, who sat only a few feet away, completely unaware of their coupling and patiently waiting for the two of them to join them outside. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with the effort of holding back her cries of pleasure as she fought to maintain her composure.

As the tension built between them, Harry felt his control beginning to slip, his hips snapping forward harder and faster as he lost himself in the raw power of his lust. The wet slap of flesh on flesh echoed through the kitchen, punctuated by Hermione's muffled cries and moans.

Lost in the pleasure, Harry reached down, grabbing Hermione by the hips and pulling her back onto his cock with a sudden, sharp snap of his hips. The force of the movement caused her to yelp, the sound barely audible over the pounding of her own heartbeat in her ears.

Emma's head, however, snapped around, her eyes narrowing as she caught sight of Harry and Hermione through the glass.

For an instant, time seemed to slow to a crawl, suspended in some kind of bizarre limbo as mother and daughter locked gazes, both sets of eyes widening in surprise and recognition.

"Oh my God, Harry! She saw us!" Hermione hissed, her voice trembling with fear and embarrassment, her tits bouncing wildly.

But Harry didn't miss a beat, his rhythm faltering not one iota as he drove himself deep into Hermione's clutching depths. Instead, he simply grinned wickedly, reaching down to cup Hermione's heavy breasts in his hands, squeezing them firmly as he whispered lasciviously in her ear, "Then let's give her something worth seeing."

The thought of purposefully fucking in front of her mother sent a thrill of excitement coursing through Hermione's veins, sending her body into spasms of ecstasy as she came harder than ever before, her internal muscles gripping Harry's throbbing manhood like a vice.

"You little slut," Harry grunted, driving deeper still as Hermione shuddered and shook beneath him, her orgasm ripping through her like wildfire. "Not even a second..." Harry gasped, losing track of all thoughts as Hermione squeezed him like a vice.

"Cumming like that, with your mum watching... fuck, Hermione, you really are a dirty girl, aren't you?"

"Yes, Harry, oh yes..." Hermione moaned, her voice quivering with delight as she pushed herself back onto his thrusting cock, grinding her ass against his pelvis as she took him deeper still, riding her high.

As Harry approached his own climax, he wilfully locked eyes with Emma, watching her gaze flicker with shock and disbelief as she realised what was happening right in front of her very eyes. For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still, frozen in a tableau of shame and scandal, forever etched upon their memories. And then, with a final surge of desperate passion, Harry threw his head back and roared, cum erupting from his twitching shaft in torrential bursts, filling Hermione's convulsing pussy with his sticky seed.

Breathless, panting, Harry withdrew, watching as his cum dripped from Hermione's swollen lips, dribbling down her thighs and puddling on the floor beneath them. Their heavy breathing filled the air, punctuated by occasional grunts and gasps as they struggled to regain their composure.

Gently, Harry reached down between Hermione's legs, carefully adjusting her panties so that they covered her pussy once more, trapping his seed within her warmth. He knew that it wouldn't last long, that it would soon leak out, staining her panties and leaving a telltale sign of their indiscretion for all to see. But for now, at least, they could maintain the illusion of propriety, if only for a little while longer.

"Harry," Hermione gasped, her voice a breathless whisper as she turned to face him, her cheeks flushed with a deep blush. "That was... incredible. Thank you."

Harry smiled, pressing a tender kiss to her lips as he helped her down from the tabletop. "Anytime, Hermione," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "Anytime."

With that, he led her out into the garden, where Daniel and Emma awaited them, blissfully unaware (at least in Daniel's case) of the illicit activities that had taken place just moments before.

"Ah, there you two are!" Daniel exclaimed, beaming happily as they stepped outside. "We were starting to worry about you."

"Sorry, Dad," Hermione replied, her voice slightly strained as she forced a smile onto her lips. "We just got a little... sidetracked, that's all."

"Well, never mind that now," Daniel said, waving off her explanation with a benign smile. "We've got a lovely picnic set up over here, and I, for one, am craving a snack. Shall we dig in?" he said, motioning at all the treats before them.

Hermione shot her mother a sly smirk, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she took her seat at the picnic blanket. She knew that she had won this round, that she had temporarily managed to outmanoeuvre her mother in the battle for Harry's affections. But she also knew that the war was far from over, that Emma would continue to fight tooth and nail to win Harry back from her.

Emma raised an eyebrow, her eyes glinting with determination as she stared her daughter down, a silent promise in her gaze. "It's on," she mouthed, her lips curling upwards into a challenging smile.

Hermione grinned back, her expression just as defiant as her mother's. "Oh, it certainly is," she agreed silently, resolving that she would never give up without a fight.

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Chapter 3: The women decide a competition is in order...

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