IMPORTANT WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: Underage Sex and Incest. So anyone that flames about this, I’ll tell you where to stick them as I have WARNED you what is going to happen.

‘Thoughts,’ 

TV 

Beta Reader: Slicerness from ff.net.

Chapter Three…

When his aunt didn't say anything, Harry thought that she somehow didn’t notice his erection. On the other hand, he thought, panicked, if she did notice it, she may not have said anything, so as not to embarrass him. All she said was, “Harry, lets freshen up and we can make lunch, hmm?”

Harry thanked whatever gods that were listening out there for not letting his Aunt notice. He inwardly breathed a sigh of relief as he said, “Of course, Aunt Petunia, just let me get one more dip in before I go in and get cleaned up.”

He dove into the pool's cold water to take his mind off what had happened and cool his sky-rocketing libido. He didn't know what was happening to him, but his uh... thingy seemed to be getting bigger.

Harry hadn’t felt this previously; before, his dick just got harder - that happened more often than he liked recently, and he was already used to that. He even found a way to make it go away faster. No, it was getting longer, and maybe a touch thicker.

Even when it was in ‘squishy mode’ it was longer than it had been - he thought that maybe his skill to change his body parts could be the reason for it, but he felt like he was in his 'base form' as he'd dubbed what his normal looks were from how they felt. He dove his head under water, cooling his arousal back to nothing. With his member hanging low once more, he climbed the ladder out of the pool, water coming off him in sheets, and looked up at his aunt. He immediately regretted it.

o0oOo0o

Petunia turned her back to Harry, smirking safely behind her curtain of hair at what she had felt at the hands of her nephew. She was happy he had taken the initiative moments ago, and she was glad that the small dose of lust potion that she put into Harry’s drink worked.

How and when would she have given him a Lust Potion you might ask? Well that's a bit of a tale in and of itself.

Ever since she embraced her freakish side, she started tearing down the mental barriers she'd erected throughout most of her life. If she was willing to consider having sex with a ten year old boy, then why not use what magic she could to help her do it?

With this in mind, a few months ago, she went into the basement and went through her sister’s old school trunk, which had Lily's old school things in it, she had found before coming to this village. It took her so long to finally go through her sister’s trunk because she felt she wasn’t emotionally ready to do so, as she didn’t know what she might find in there. It took her perverted needs asserting themselves; boosting her courage, before she was able to crack it open.

Sifting through its contents, she looked for anything that she could find to help her plans come along more smoothly. The trunk, magical in nature, was a special one: it had five compartments to it, all of which were very deep. Perhaps Lily used for a bit more than just school stuff?

The first compartment was for all her school stationary equipment, like parchment, quills, and various odds and ends that she needed for taking notes in class.

The second compartment was for all her school uniforms; cloaks, oxford shirts, jumpers, and various ‘Muggle’ clothes, all of which were greatly outdated.

The third and forth compartment were dedicated to her books; Lily had always been one to love the written word in all its forms.

She bought all kinds of books: Muggle fiction, nonfiction, and history, as well as a few romance novels, the type that would be called ‘Bodice Rippers’ in the magical world. Along with these, there were many books on many subjects. The main subjects were Defence, Herbology, Charms, Transfiguration, and finally Potions. She had flipped through them all once or twice since she died, and noticed that some of the books had contained information that was darker than most of the others - Lily didn’t seem to see magic as light or dark like the others in her world did. Petunia believed Lily saw magic as intent, believing that it was the user that made the magic light or dark - so she bought all kinds of books. The few scribbled notes on several of such books seemed to point to that conclusion.

The last compartment was a Potion Lab, and consequently the only bit of magic she, as a Muggle, was able to perform. The lab was fully stocked, and contained enough potions ingredients that one might never be in need.

However, as she was looking through the books in the third and forth compartment of the trunk, she found her sister's diary. As she read through them, she realized many things, like how much her sister loved her and how much it hurt her sister that they fought because she was jealous of Lily. There were many other things, but the main surprise was that Lily did some research to see if her family had magicals before her, as she wondered if she was the only one to have magic and if not, who else had it. To Lily’s surprise, she found out that the Evans were a family of Squibs, wizards and witches without magic. Lily also wrote that the Evans were an old Pureblood family, until they became Squibs, that was until Lily gained her powers. Lily didn’t tell anyone about this, as she wanted to find out why they were Squibs. Petunia read that although Lily wasn’t going to tell anyone about it, she was going to tell her (Petunia), as she had the right to know and Lily hoped that by doing so would be the first step in rebuilding the relationship between the two of them. Petunia cried harder than she'd ever remembered crying when she read this. She had hurt her sister… and for what?! All because of her jealously, as her sister could do something that she wanted to do but couldn’t.

Once she stopped crying Petunia read though the notes that her sister wrote about Squibs. The first thing she read is that although they couldn’t do magic like normal wizards and witches they still could see magic, like in seeing buildings and magical animals that can’t be seen by muggles. Also, they are able to see magical auras, which now Petunia knew why she could see Harry’s, she was a Squib. A Squib are also able to use magical items like Portkeys and many other things, and able to read the magical news papers.

Also Lily’s notes said that although Purebloods try and deny them a chance to learn it, Squibs can learn most of the non-magic subjects of magic, like Potions, Astronomy, Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology, History of Magic, and Runes. Lily’s notes went on to say that although in Potions, while some things needed magic, you can do well without, as there were only a few potions that needed magic. The same with Runes, you can imitate almost everything with Runes, apart for the most power wand magics, even then there are ways around it. The only time you really need magic is when you need to use Runes that need magic, mostly when someone was doing a powerful summoning or elemental magic. However, since schools normally teach only the basics of Runes, most people didn't know what Runes can really do unless research the subject, and seeing as how how people in the wizarding world were lazy… well it was safe to say not many people knew about it.

So after reading the notes, and finding the books on Runes and reading them, Petunia decided that she would learn to use them; as she thought that some of these runes could help her in her plan, and if not help in some other way, like her plan of getting Harry, once he was her Master, other women aside from herself. She knew that he might want others, also if Harry was right about his friend Hermione, she would be going to Hogwarts as well. If that was the case, she would help Harry get Hermione as his Pet, as he would need someone to help him with his needs, and Hermione was a perfect candidate.

However, before it got to that point, she had to finish her plan. So she looked for potions that could help her get Harry as her Master. Looking though the third and fourth compartments, Petunia came across what appeared to be a rare (and clearly ancient looking) advanced Potions tome. In this dusty book, she found two potions that she believed could help with her plans for Harry.

The first potion was a Puberty Potion; which accelerated a child's growth rate, forcing the child in question to hit puberty early. It was basically a growth potion, except focused on puberty. The child would go through the changes of someone going through puberty: hormones, feelings and everything else that one goes though when they hit that stage. The only drawback (depending on how one viewed it) was that the child would need to take the potion a few times to get the full effects of puberty. During the treatment, the child would begin to age faster to handle the changes within them. However, to compensate for the ageing, after the potion had run its course, the body would stop ageing for about two years or so. The only downside of this plan was that Petunia had to wait for Harry to be nine before she could start giving Harry the potion; any sooner and people might get suspicious.

So Petunia waited until a few months after Harry had turned nine (there were rare cases when some children would hit puberty early instead of when they were in their teens) to begin his potion regime.

If the Puberty Potion made him grow too big too fast, she would tell people that she believed he was going through puberty a little early. As it turned out, she got lucky; over the year he grew at a steady rate, although he did look like he was a year older then he actually was. The neighbours were too caught up in making comments on what a fine young man he was turning into to notice anyway. Although unnecessary, these comments made her proud of Harry, as they reflected on her standing in the neighbourhood as well.

The next potion she began to brew was a Lust Potion. The potion was very powerful - so much so that with only seven dopes the drinker would want much more than a kiss after drinking it. Although, with twenty drops one could send anybody into a lust driven haze. She saved that knowledge away for the future.

Petunia decided that she would just give him a few doses every other day, three months after she began to give Harry the Puberty Potion. This way it wouldn’t force Harry to do anything but to increase his sexual desires more often than normal. Going through puberty often brought about such feelings, so if he asked anyone else, it wouldn’t be suspicious. Petunia prayed that it would make him see her differently. After a few months she decided to cut back on the Lust Potion, to see if Harry would think about sex on his own. If he did she would only give him a few doses of the potion once a week so that the thoughts of sex stayed on his mind, but would allow him to take her of his own free will if he wanted her.

Until today, she hadn’t been sure if it had worked the way she wanted it to or not. It wasn’t until earlier that day when she put the latest dose of Lust Potion into Harry’s lemonade that she knew that her plan had worked - it took a few months but the results were worth it. Just thinking of the results of her meddling brought another smile to her face.

‘Oh his hands,’ Petunia thought dreamily as she brought her arms up in order to stretch herself out properly, ‘If he can do that with his hands, I can’t wait to see what he can do when he puts his cock in me.’ 

As she was thinking about Harry fucking her, like she did often, she leaned first to one side and then the other, her body moving languidly.

As she was moving from side to side in order to stretch the muscles in her back, she caught a glimpse of Harry stepping out of the pool, the water making his skin glisten. Petunia glanced at his face and saw that Harry was red in the cheeks, and got a truly wicked idea. Making sure he was looking straight at her, she bent down at the waist to get her bikini bottoms from the sun bed, her perfect ass facing him as she did so. As her fingers were about to touch the fabric of her bottoms, she spread her legs imperceptibly wider, feeling the loosely tied knot of her towel coming apart. As she stood up, bikini bottoms in hand, she turned around, now facing Harry, and her towel ‘accidentally’ got loose and dropped to the ground, pooling around her ankles.

As it happened, Harry got an eyeful. With his eyes glued to his aunt's hairless pussy, Harry saw her perfectly smooth cleft with the edges of her lips slipping through the meaty walls of her vulva ever so slightly.

As Harry noticed himself staring at her still juicy quim, his face turned redder than any time before.

Remembering what he did not too long ago, he ran before anything could be said. Petunia, who watched as he bolted away from her, was happy at the outcome, and guessed where Harry ran to and why. As she pulled her bottoms back on and threw the towel around her shoulders, she hummed happily to herself for a few seconds as she followed him into the house, silently making her way up the stairs.

o0oOo0o

Harry ran to the bathroom and started to take a few deep breaths, attempting to calm himself down. Whilst he was in the garden, he was thinking if it was normal to be aroused by his aunt or not, to want to touch her in secret places - places he shouldn’t know or think about touching - and to make her writhe in climax. It didn’t help that when his aunt’s towel dropped and he saw his aunt’s hairless pussy, his recently flaccid penis was once again hard within seconds. He had only started having erections in the last couple months, and already knew that there was a relatively quick, albeit messy, way to get rid of it. No longer able to control himself, he ran to the bathroom to get some relief.

As quickly as he could, Harry ran into the bathroom and threw the door shut. Had he paid a bit more attention, he would have noticed the door catch on a sock that hadn't quite made it in the dirty clothes hamper. As a result, the door did not quite shut all the way, leaving it open for a small view of the bathroom; and consequentially, whatever Harry did in there.

Harry made his way to the toilet and dropped his shorts to the floor. Although he was sure he wouldn’t have the control to aim for the toilet when he came, he couldn't think properly at the moment and decided that if he made a mess, he would simply have to clean it up. He knew that if he stained any of his Aunt’ linens, she would know what he'd done, and that would be embarrassing. So Harry decided to do get his relief a little differently from how he normally did.

Kicking his wet swim shorts into the tub, Harry sat on the edge of the toilet and leaned back. Looking at his dick, he brought first one hand, then the other down to his very much not limp dick. Harry’s eyes widened in shock when he realized his cock, when erect, was two hand lengths long! That was almost seven inches! He wondered again, as he slowly started stroke the slab of meat between his legs, if it was his dick was this big because of his morphing skills. Soon all coherent thought faded from his mind as the sensations from his member flooded the pleasure centres of his brain.

He began rubbing the skin of his dick gently with his slightly calloused hands, his right massaging the head, while the left stroked the shaft. After a few moments he switched one hand down to his balls, lightly squeezing and caressing the orbs, while the other continued to stroke the shaft, drops of pre-cum dribbling down the length of his cock, unintentionally lubricating it, making him moan softly as the pleasure built in a torturously slow manner.

Gently rubbing, squeezing, and stroking his nether regions, Harry’s hands quickly picked up speed as he began applying more and more pressure to the spongy head of his cock, while kneading his testicles, eliciting frequent gasps of pleasure as he did so. Harry’s skin felt like it was burning-up, as tingles of pleasure assaulted his body. Thinking he needed more lubrication, he stopped his ministrations and picked up the bottle of hand lotion on the edge of the sink and squirted several large, cool dollops of it onto the inflamed skin of his shaft. As soon as he rubbed it in, Harry began to stroke his length firmly. Up and down, up and down, making sure to rub the head with his thumb as his hand went upwards. The squelching sounds his hands made as they stroked his lotion slick cock only added to his arousal. His breathing was now coming in small pants, his vision blurring to near blindness. It felt so good. But it wasn't enough.

For some reason, what he was doing didn’t seem to work for him, as he normally would have cum by now.

Harry felt his mind begin to wander in a quest for arousing thoughts and images so that he would be able to cum, a sensation that he desperately needed at the moment. The images that came to mind first were of the programs that he often saw on Aunt Petunia's TV; images of little girls pleasuring older men, of young boys tying up and whipping older girls or middle aged women to orgasm after orgasm… but they weren't enough. Then his mind wandered from memory into fantasy, summoning forth an image to help him cum.

He imaged a blonde woman with a curvy body, firm C-cup breasts and a tight ass, kneeling submissively in front of him. He told the woman to suck his dick, to which the woman answered submissively “Yes Master!”

 

He then imagined the woman started to lick his balls and dick, as he pinched her nipples as they hardened. As this was happening moans of pleasure echoed throughout the house. As Harry imagined this, his dick got even harder, he then imagined himself taking hold of the woman’s hair and forcing his dick into her mouth as he said, “Suck it, slut!”

He moved his dick in and out of the woman’s mouth, urging her to go faster by pushing her mouth onto his dick. As he imagined this, he was stroking his dick even faster.

As Harry was doing this, the face that matched the body of his dreams suddenly came to the forefront of his mind, and he was shocked as he realised it was of his Aunt Petunia. As he realised this, instead of his cock going limp, it jumped in his hands and erupted in release. Without thinking, he gasped out her name repeatedly throughout his orgasm as the sticky cum flew from the head of his penis in thick white ropes of spunk; the first one hitting his chin, the rest squirting over his chest and belly, until his climax died down to where only a few drops came out at a time.

He let go of his dick, which slowly drooped to fall between his legs, and felt it dribble even more cum onto the tiles below. Harry, completely naked, cum sliding down his chest and stomach to his crotch, was breathing like he ran a marathon, but was now content. As his eyes came back into focus, he looked over to the door and noticed it slightly ajar. He tensed for a moment, trying to hear anything out of the ordinary. He was afraid that his aunt might have heard or seen something. When he heard nothing, he relaxed completely, entirely too spent to worry about what his aunt might have, but probably didn’t, see. When he felt recovered enough to walk, he stood up on wobbly legs and walked over to the door before closing it. It was time to take a shower.

o0oOo0o

Petunia arrived at the cracked open bathroom door just before her nephew grabbed the lotion to lubricate himself. She marvelled at the growth he'd gone through already after only a few short months of treatment. Harry's dick was considerably longer and thicker than a nine year old boy's should be - it alone aroused her even further. He didn’t know that his Aunt was standing on the other side of the door, one hand pulling the cup of her bikini top under her breast and pinching her nipple, while the other dove between her legs so she could she diddle herself. Petunia hungrily took in each and every breathy moan and grunt he let out, biting down on her lip to keep herself from moaning out loud with him. She did not want to disturb the young boy - no, man who fought for his release. She was happily shocked that he had called her name out as he was finally able to release. She also noticed the force of his orgasm as it sprayed all over his torso. ‘He came whilst thinking about me,’ Petunia thought triumphantly (not to mention lustily), her hand furiously stroking her pussy to a silent, but powerful, orgasm.

Petunia knew it was only matter of time before her plans would come to fruition, but first she had to get Harry to show these feelings for her out in the open. She knew she couldn’t push too much or he would run. If that happened, she knew that she would need to use more than just a little Lust Potion to get what she wanted.

Before she could think any more about it, she noticed him begin to stir a little bit, and realized that she couldn’t be caught at the door. If she was caught now, it could set her plans back or stop them all together, so with one more longing look at her hopefully-soon-to-be-master, she quickly and quietly made her way back downstairs to the kitchen to make herself a drink.

o0oOo0o

Harry stood under the shower head, hot water pounding down about his head and shoulders for the next couple of minutes, feeling the jets wash the cum off of his body. As the water beat down upon him, relaxing his muscles, his mind began to bring forth strange thoughts to the forefront of his consciousness.

He felt so much better now that he had cum, though something was bothering him; those flashes of images and thoughts he had seen when he was touching himself, disturbed him, but only slightly. Although they had helped him achieve an orgasm like no other he had reached before, the fact that he had climaxed while thinking of his Aunt Petunia sucking him off made him feel bad. Even though he got his Auntie off, he doubted it was him she was thinking of when she done something that he just. 'But… but what if she did?' A small part of his mind asked hopefully.

‘God I’m so messed up,’ he thought sadly, as he began to bathe himself under the jets of the shower. ‘With the TV shows I watch on Aunt Petunia’s TV, and with the books that I’ve been reading, I don’t know what to -’

That’s when something struck him - the shows that his aunt had been watching!

Most of them were of a child about his age or younger with an adult of the opposite sex, doing something like he imagined himself doing to his aunt.

‘Is it possible? Does Aunt Petunia want something like that to happen between the two of us?’ Thought a shocked Harry. But as he thought about it, he realised that a part of him, even if it was a small part, would very much like to make that happen too.

As these thoughts were going through his head, he heard his Auntie whistle up the stairs as she made her way down the hallway of the second floor, the sound getting louder as she got closer to the door, until it stopped. He jumped when she knocked on the door, and opened it. “Harry?” She asked, her voice soft and full of concern.

“Uh, yeah Aunt Petunia? Was there something you needed?”

“Oh, nothing dear” She said, even from this distance he could hear the smile on her face, “Just wanted to make sure you were in here, and not having the water running for no reason. Call me when you're done, Okay? I'll take my shower after you finish. I'll just be in my room, watching the telly.”

“Of course, Auntie, I'll just be a moment longer.”

“No need to rush Harry dear, take your time and relax. You did, after all, weed the front garden today, and an excellent job you made of it I must say,” she said aloud, while muttering under her breath, too low for him to hear, she said, with a large smile on her face, “I'm still tingling from it.”

“Okay Auntie.”

With that, he heard her whistle down to her room where it abruptly stopped, no doubt due to her closing the door to her bedroom. As he stood under the water, his imagination went into overdrive. She was going to watch the telly. In her room. Which, more often than not, was on one of those naughty channels. The images in his head made it harder for him to not think about his Auntie. Imagining himself fucking and controlling her, making her do things he normally wouldn’t think about; Harry was shocked that he could think such things.  

But as he thought about it, he realized he already DID think such things. When he had dreamt about her for the last few months, it was usually with him dominating her, as though she were nothing but a sex slave, a puppet whose sole purpose was to cater to his every whim, no matter what it was. However, he didn’t do anything to make it happen because he knew that it wasn’t a normal thing to do. Harry knew from past experience that his aunt didn’t like anything that wasn't normal. Even if she allowed him to control these strange abilities and more open to strange happenings, he knew (or thought he knew) his aunt most likely wouldn’t like this.

But now, especially after what she allowed him to do to her in the back yard, Harry wasn’t sure what to believe. He wanted to think more about this, but after looking at his hands and noticing how wrinkled they were, he knew he had spent entirely too long in the bathroom, and that his aunt might get suspicious soon if he didn’t leave.

Harry turned off the water and, after drying himself off, got out of the tub. Wrapping the towel around his waist he used some sanity-wipes to clean the spunk from the tiles in front of the toilet. When he was done, he picked up his shorts and made his way to the door, which he noticed was still ajar. Shaking his head, he left the bathroom and made his way to his bedroom. After changing into some casual clothes, tight sweats, cut-off at the knees, and a T-shirt, he made his way to his Auntie's room.

As he walked the short distance to her door, he heard distant screams, screams he was sure were coming from the TV. Harry wondered if his aunt was watching a horror movie, or if it was one of her porn shows. His curiosity getting the better of him, he walked closer to the door. When he got close enough, Harry noticed that like the bathroom door, it was cracked open, caught on what was most likely her towel. Wondering what he might see, he peeked through the space, and his jaw dropped. There, on the edge of her bed, was his Aunt Petunia, stark naked, eyes glued to the telly. Seeing his aunt naked wasn’t what shocked him; he saw her naked so often that it no longer fazed him in the slightest; it was what she was doing. Her left hand fingering her pussy, while her right was pinching her nipple and groping and squeezing her tit, as she was moaning unintelligible noises and squeaks.

What was even more surprising was how closely Petunia and the woman that his mind conjured up resembled each other; the reddish-blond hair, large tits, her firm, tight ass - there was hardly a difference! Coming out of his thoughts quickly, he looked in again.

The setup of the room was rather simple. The headboard of the bed lay against the wall facing the door. The Television was on the same side of the wall as the entrance door to her room, while dressers and another door ran parallel on the opposite walls. If she were so inclined, or, failing that, at least aware, she would have seen him had she simply turned her head to the right ever so slightly. The mirror above her headboard allowed him to see what she was watching.

When his eyes finally got that far, and he saw what was being broadcast, his dick, even having recently unleashing its load, began to swell once more, sliding down the left leg of his tight sweat pants, and began to lift away from himself. It didn't help that at this distance he could hear it loud and clear as well. On the screen two people were having ‘fun.’ A middle age woman, judging by her face and the slight sag of her breasts, was bound and suspended from the ceiling by a harness around her waist. Her ankles and wrists were connected to the chain holding her above the ground, a steel bar separating her knees, her dripping pussy being pounded by a boy no older than him.

Underage Sex and Incest Begins!!

As he thrust into her, she screamed out through a device whose sole purpose was to keep her mouth open in case someone wanted to face fuck her. Instead of bouncing about from the chain holding her up, she was kept mostly still from the careful placement of the boy's hands. His left hand, which was just above the cleft of her ass, had its thumb knuckle deep into her rosebud, the other fingers digging into the flesh of her ass. The other held a thin chain, that ran across her back, connected to her nipples, which he gave frequent tugs to of various strengths. “Faster” He yelled, his voice high pitched and innocent sounding despite the words coming from his mouth, “Cum for me - faster fuck puppet! I want to hear you scream my name while your pussy gushes around my cock!”

As soon as he finished, he pulled on the little chain. Hard. The woman's body went rigid, as though she was being electrocuted, as climax after climax racked her body, her cum and piss hitting his thighs and cascading down his legs like a waterfall. A ragged scream ripped itself out of her throat, echoing in the large room they were in several times over. He continued to fuck into her, although a bit slower, as her orgasms subsided. When she had finally come down from her peaks, the boy pulled out of her and walked in front of her. He knelt down before her and looked her in the eye, a sweet smile on his sweaty face.

“Good girl.” he said as he brought a hand to her head and stroked her hair gently. She leaned into his hand as much she could, whining piteously when he took it away. “Yes you are a good girl.” He said again, his hands reached behind her head, and unclasped the steel gag, and slowly, gently, pulled it out of her mouth. “Good girls get rewarded, don't they, Auntie?”

“Yes Master.”

The boy smiled as he looked into her eyes again. “Does Auntie want her reward, hmm?”

The woman's eyes went wide, sparkling with happiness, tears of joy spilling from the corners. The smile on her lips was so big, it made Harry smile too. “Yes Master!” She squealed, the tone of her voice carrying nothing but love and devotion for her nephew, “Master's Pet would love her reward! Please Master! May Master's Pet receive her reward now, Master? Please?”

“If you really want it, Auntie” He said, his tone uncertain.

“Oh Yes Master! Please?” she begged, “Please let Master's Pet have her reward?”

“Okay.” He said a broad grin on his face, “You have deserved it after all.” The boy stood up, his dick still hard as a rock, the head of which was pointing right at his Auntie's mouth. “Open wide Auntie, here comes the choo choo” He said as he slowly entered her mouth. Although her mouth was full of the prepubescent boy's cock, the corners of her mouth were turned up in a smile. She moaned happily as he put his hands on either side of her head and gently fucked her loving mouth. Her cheeks were caved in as she sucked his young prick for all she was worth.

“Good Pet,” He crooned, stroking her hair and face lovingly, “Do you like your reward, Auntie?”

“Mmhmm” She moaned happily, eagerly sucking his dick, her head twisting this way and that, as her tongue rolled along the underside of his shaft, teasing the head when he pulled out far enough.

For some time this continued, until the child started to pick up the pace. “I'm cumming Auntie! Do you want your nephew's cum? Huh? You want your Master's cum to slide down your throat Pet? Is that it?”

A deep rumbling moan escaped her throat, vibrating the head and shaft of his now sensitive cock, causing him to cum in her mouth, the boys knees buckled as his seed hit the back of her throat, pooling on her tongue and between her cheeks, which were still caved in from the suction she produced, all in order to get every last drop of his cum. When he could stand it no longer, he pulled and and once again knelt in front of her. “Open up Pet,” He ordered, a serene smile on his tiny mouth, “Let me see what's inside.”

She opened her mouth proudly displaying his cream pooling on and under her tongue. “Did you swallow any, Pet?” he asked.

“Nuh-uh!” She said proudly.

“Would you like too?”

“Uh-huh.”

He hesitated for a moment, and then finally said “Okay Auntie, you've been a good girl today, you can have your treat.” He pet her hair like a normal person would pet a cat. She closed her mouth, a sweet, happy smile still on her lips, and moaned loudly as the cream went down her throat and into her belly.

Underage Sex and Incest End!!

And then it happened.

Aunt Petunia came. She sucked her lips between her teeth and screamed into her mouth. He stared in wide eyed wonder as her pussy squirted her cum all over her hand, which was still furiously frigging her channel, and dripped to the carpet below. As her body seized up in another orgasm, Harry could barely hear whisper something, the voice hoarse, but after straining his ears, was able to discern what it was.

“Oh please,” She whispered, “Please Harry, reward your Auntie, she's been a good girl too! Master…”

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Outside of Petunia’s bedroom door, Harry stood there, shocked at what he saw and heard. His aunt was fingering herself, whilst watching a young boy treat his aunt like some kind of pet. He wasn’t sure what she started to whisper, but he did hear her say, ‘she's been a good girl too! Master…’

Although, he thought that the beginning it sounded like she said, ‘Please Harry, reward your Auntie,’ ‘No she could have said that, could she?’ Harry thought confused.

If she did say that, then he was right in thinking that she wanted him to fuck her. But what if he was wrong and he did or said something to show he wanted the same (though he wouldn’t admit to anyone, not even to himself, he really wanted to) and she didn’t feel the same?

It would be so embarrassing, and it could ruin the relationship that they had; that was something he didn’t want to lose. So he decided that unless something more happened to confirm what he thought she wanted, he would say nothing, but it would be hard. Remembering what he was supposed to do, he quietly made his way back to his room, closed the door loudly without slamming it, and while humming a merry tune, walked to his Aunt's room, making enough noise to alert her to his presence.

When he got to the door, he gave it a few gentle knocks before poking his head into the room, smiling, and said, “Aunt Petunia, the shower's free.”

In the time it took for him to turn around and come back, Petunia had pulled on a bath robe, though her face was still red from the exertion from before. He looked up to the mirror and saw that she had changed the channel, and this time it was a horror movie.

Petunia was trying to her heartbeat back under control. It wouldn't do to have all of her plans go to pot when she was so close. She gave him a small smile in thanks and looked him over, noticing the effects of the Puberty Potion. She had to force herself not to drool when she got to his crotch, as his still erect cock was pulling away from his leg.

“So that's why I heard screaming,” He said, interrupting her thoughts, his finger on his chin, and a thoughtful look on his face.

“Wh - what?” She asked, her face getting slightly redder if one could believe that.

“Screaming. I heard it down the hall when I got out of the shower. It sounded a little different than it does now; I guess it was being muffled by the door.”

“Indeed.” she replied when she regained her composure. Finally getting herself under control, she tried to change the attention of the conversation back to him.

“Is everything okay Harry?” Petunia asked playfully, a small smile turning up the corners of her lips, “You took a longer time in the bathroom than I thought you would.”

“Sorry, Aunt Petunia,” Harry answered coolly, trying to keep his lusty thoughts in the back of his mind, “It took me longer in the shower than I had expected, the dirt in the grooves of my hands didn't want to leave,” then in after thought he said, “What would you like for lunch? I'll start the preparations while you bathe, and if you take too long, I'll finish it as well.”

“Sandwiches and crisps will do fine, Harry,” said Petunia. He nodded and left to prepare lunch.

As she set there, Petunia thought about how Harry was reacting; he seemed different. She was worried for a moment that he might be on to her, but after thinking about it, she didn’t think so, as he would have said something. As she heard him go down the stairs, she contemplated on how to go about getting Harry to fuck her, and make her his slave. As she thought about it on the way to the bathroom and during her shower, she realized that with a few more well placed and timed doses of Lust Potion over the next month, she could probably have Harry willing to fuck her of his own free will - without the need of the Lust Potion. She was planning to have this done by the end of next month, as it would be a good ‘gift’ to give to Harry for his tenth birthday. It might also be the day that she would finally tell Harry the truth about magic and his past.

TO BE CONTINUED!

Author’s Notes: And here ends chapter 3 of my Perverted Aunt story, I hope you like this chapter, and if you did could you take a few more minutes to review the story. I hope that all the new reader liked the story so far, and the old readers I hope you like the changes that I have made to the story… either way old or new I hope you’ll keep on reading and reviewing, as I would like to hear what you think of the story.