A Wonderful Granger Vacation CH.2

While Emma was getting her pussy absolutely destroyed by Harry's large dick, Hermione was on her way to see her mother for dinner. As the brunette witch approached her mother's bedroom, she stopped in surprise upon hearing strange noises emanating from within. Hermione strained her ears to discern better what she was hearing. Suddenly, her eyes widened in alarm, as it sounded like her mother was crying out in pain.

Immediately, Hermione rushed towards the bedroom in panic, coming to a stop in front of the opened door as she glanced inside. The sight that met her eyes made Hermione emit a loud gasp in shock. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her mother was lying on her back, her face twisted up in pleasure as she made loud groaning noises while Harry Potter fucked her into the mattress.

Hermione snapped out of her daze as Harry jerked his head toward the door, having heard her loud gasp of shock a scant second earlier. Fortunately for her, he didn't see her, as she managed to duck behind the corner in the nick of time. Leaning back against the wall, Hermione breathed heavily, trying to come to grips with what she had just seen. Her pale cheeks turned a bright shade of red as she could still hear the wet, clapping sounds of her mother getting fucked by Harry's large dick. Filled with mortification, the brunette witch turned to leave but then something inside her made her stop.

'What the hell are you doing, Hermione? You need to leave!' she thought to herself furiously as her feet remained glued to the spot. In the end, it took Hermione a few seconds to realize why she was still there despite the very embarrassing situation she'd found herself in. Her eyes widened a fraction as she realized she was curious about the dirty things happening inside her mother's bedroom. Hermione, despite being in her mid-20s was still very much a virgin. In her entire life, she had never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend which had left her with zero sexual experiences. Now, seeing her mother in such throes of pleasure while being fucked by Harry, she couldn't help but be curious about how such things felt to a woman.

Finally, Hermione's curiosity won out in the end. Unable to help herself, she peeked around the corner, glancing into the bedroom. Her mouth gaped in astonishment as she saw that her mother was now on all fours getting stuffed by Harry's very large pole of man meat from behind. "Fuuuck! Yes, give it to me, Harry. Harder! Harder, baby!" Emma Granger was moaning loudly as Harry drilled his cock deep into her dripping pussy, hitting her G-spot over and over again. She was lying face-down on the bed with her ass up in the air, rippling sexily. Meanwhile, Harry's hands were gripping her thin waist firmly as he thrust his hips faster and faster, fucking her in the doggy-style position.

Hermione watched, mesmerised as her mother Emma tossed her head back in pleasure, her hands clutching the bedsheets tightly. The older woman was thrusting her hips back towards Harry's groin, meeting him right in the middle as he slammed his cock into her. As she continued to observe their perverse fucking, Hermione found herself starting to feel a tingling sensation between her legs. In the end, it was a very embarrassing realization for the brunette that she was getting horny watching her mother have sex in front of her.

However, even that wild realization didn't persuade Hermione to leave that place immediately. Truthfully, no matter how much she willed herself, she couldn't get herself to turn her eyes away from her mum and Harry. It was almost like she was possessed by someone or something as she continued to watch them have sex like a pair of wild rabbits. At the same time, her mind was running wild with absolutely crazy scenarios. For a second, Hermione imagined herself in place of her mother while Harry fucked her just like that. Immediately, she felt a fire ignite deep in her belly and her panties became wet with arousal at the very sexy image inside her head. Hermione's hands moved downwards of their own accord as she popped open the button of her blue jeans and pulled them down. A moment later, her plain black panties followed suit, dropping to the floor.

Hermione let out a trembling gasp as she touched her swollen clit with the pad of her thumb. She then quickly placed her other hand over her mouth to silence herself before starting to play with her pleasure button. Rubbing her thumb in circles around her engorged clit, Hermione slid her fingers between her damp folds and breathed heavily when she pushed them inside her wet pussy. She then began moving her fingers in and out of the silky, wet insides of her virgin twat while continuing to gaze with rapture at what was happening inside the bedroom.

Hermione watched as Harry reached underneath her mother's body and cupped her naked, dangling tit. He then placed his right foot on the bed before going to town on her fluttering pussy. In response, Hermione's mother opened her mouth and let out an incoherent scream as Harry's thrusts sped up even more, his humungous cock pistoning in and out of her tight, little quim as he hit her cervix. At the same time, his wonderful hand was squeezing her large breast firmly, playing with her rock-hard nipple. Emma's squeaks and squeals filled the room as she came undone, her pussy clamping down on Harry's very thick cock. Her actions also pushed him over the edge and he let out an animalistic grunt, beginning to pump his load deep inside of her.

While this was happening, Hermione began fingering herself faster and faster, watching Harry breed her mother with his thick, virile cum. She was also flicking her clit with her thumb at the same time. Her whole body shook with the amount of pleasure she was experiencing at the moment. Finally, the brunette witch couldn't take it anymore. As Harry finished spurting his warm seed inside Emma's womb, her toes curled in pleasure and her vision blacked out as she was hit with her own orgasm. Suddenly, Hermione's knees began trembling uncontrollably and she slid down to the floor in a heap.

When she finally managed to recover from the force of her orgasm a few minutes later and opened her eyes, Hermione was shocked to see Harry standing before her, gazing down at her. His lips were curled upwards in amusement and his emerald green eyes were focused on the lower half of her body, specifically on her naked pussy which was still leaking with her girl cum. Hermione let out a high-pitched squeak and quickly covered herself with her hand. She scrambled to her feet, her face flushed with embarrassment. Hermione glanced over Harry's shoulder at her mother only to breathe a sigh of relief when she saw her passed out on the bed with a stupid look on her face.

"I-I can explain. Th-this isn't what it looks like," she stammered to Harry, trying to make up an excuse as she quickly pulled up her panties and her jeans from around her ankles.

Unfortunately, her words didn't seem to convince her old classmate who raised a disbelieving eyebrow at her. Hermione could read what Harry was thinking inside his head just by seeing the look on his face. Clearly, he'd realized that she was masturbating while spying on him and her mother having sex.

Feeling her sense of embarrassment intensifying by the second, Hermione decided to make a hasty retreat. She quickly turned around and dashed towards her bedroom. Behind her, she heard Harry break into chuckles, but she didn't pay it any mind as she ran into her room, locking the door behind her. The only thing she cared about right now was hiding under her blanket to create as much distance between her and Harry as possible so she could conceal her mortification.

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Next day -

The next morning, Hermione sat in the living room, looking nervous as she ate her breakfast. Unable to resist herself, she kept glancing towards the door every few seconds, dreading Harry's or her mother's arrival. Hermione had spent the entire night worried sick, wondering if Harry had disclosed her actions to her mother. The brunette had no idea what she would do if her mother confronted her about her voyeuristic behaviour.

Fortunately for Hermione, her mum didn't appear angry or upset when she arrived alongside Harry. Instead, she greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.

"Hello, love. How are you?" Emma asked her daughter as she settled down beside her.

"I'm good, Mum," Hermione replied, gazing at her mother's face for any hint of disappointment or anger. To her surprise, she found no sign of either. Hermione's mom offered her a small smile in response to her scrutinizing gaze before serving herself some blueberry pancakes along with syrup and bacon. Meanwhile, Hermione couldn't help but feel slightly confused. She was certain that Harry would have informed her mom about her illicit actions, but it seemed like he had kept it a secret. Curious about why he did this, she gave him a puzzled look.

In response, Harry flashed Hermione a playful wink as he poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice from the pitcher. He then made his way around the breakfast table and sat on the other side of Hermione.

For the next few minutes, the three of them remained silent as they focused on their meals. However, Hermione couldn't help but feel strange sitting in the middle of her mother and Harry. After all, it was only just last night, that she was masturbating while watching them have sex. Hermione's cheeks heated up in embarrassment as she remembered the way her mother's pussy was creaming on Harry's dick. The sexy image sent a wonderful shiver down her spine, causing her nipples to stiffen inside her white shirt.

A few seconds later, Hermione snapped out of her daydream as Harry suddenly addressed her, "Hermione, can you pass me the salt shaker?" he asked her politely.

The brunette witch nodded in reply, reaching for the small container beside her glass of water. As she handed it to Harry, her fingers gently brushed against his. Hermione swallowed nervously, feeling her heartbeat quicken as she remembered last night. She looked up at Harry from the corner of her eyes and found him staring back at her with an amused look in his eyes. The nervous witch quickly averted her gaze, hiding her face behind her soft brown curls. The back of Hermione's neck started to feel warm as she felt his gaze on her and recalled the image of Harry standing in front of her completely naked last night.

A few minutes later, Emma finished her breakfast. She wiped off her mouth with a napkin before standing up. "Alright, I think I'm going to go for an early swim. Hermione, would you like to join me?" she asked her daughter with excitement.

Hermione opened her mouth to say 'Yes' so that she could escape Harry, but she didn't get the opportunity to do so as he cut her off, "Actually, would you mind if I borrow Hermione for a second, babe?" he asked her mother from out of nowhere.

Emma gave him a curious look in response. "What for, dear?"

Harry shrugged, his lips curling up in a teasing grin as he replied to his girlfriend's question, "Well, I was planning to ask Hermione what to do for your birthday next week, but if you want to take her swimming, then that's fine with me too."

Hermione watched as her mum's eyes widened at Harry's answer, and she squealed in excitement, bouncing up and down on her tiptoes. It took her a few seconds to calm down, and then she said to him, "Alright, alright, she's all yours, Harry," before turning to Hermione with a large grin, "Make sure he does something wonderful."

Hermione could only watch in muted shock as her mother pivoted on her heels and skipped out through the front door. When she finally managed to snap out of her daze, Hermione slowly turned around to face Harry and gulped as she noticed the look in his eyes. Immediately, she knew she was in for some tough questioning.