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,’

Beta Reader: Slicerness from ff.net.

Chapter Four…

Petunia Evans was sitting in her room, wearing nothing but a midnight blue nightgown, with no knickers or bra; it was the night before Harry’s tenth birthday. As she sat there waiting for midnight, (so she could give Harry his gift from her) she was thinking about the last month. She couldn’t believe that just a month ago, all of her plans could have been for nothing. For a week after she tricked Harry into masturbating her, he acted strange around her - he was probably nervous about her reaction. Whenever she asked him for a massage, he would suddenly remember that he was meant to meet up with some friends of his and would disappear for the rest of the day - this happened for a week.

At first she thought that she pushed things too far too soon, but after a week had past Harry began to give her massages again. She knew that she had to take it slow, but she also knew that she could do it too slow. So when Harry began to massage her, she took things slower than what she did the last time, and would stop when Harry showed signs that he wasn’t ready to do more. She was surprised that she only had to stop a few times.

What Petunia didn’t know was that the reason that Harry stopped giving her massages was that he was sorting out his own thoughts on what happened when he did massage her and what he saw and heard later on in her room. He knew it was wrong, so he stopped giving his aunt massages. He didn’t stop because he wanted to (as he enjoyed doing them) but to make sure he and his aunt didn’t get into trouble.

However, all too soon he began to miss the massages he gave his aunt and the feel of her body. He also missed what happened the last time he gave his aunt a massage, when he masturbated his aunt. He knew it was considered wrong, but he couldn’t get the image of his aunt cumming on his hands out of his mind; he wanted to do it again and again. And with the knowledge of his aunt calling his name out when she was masturbating whilst watching her porn shows, and calling him Master, he didn’t know what to think. He had many dreams of that same thing happening, but not in his weirdest dreams did he ever believe they would happen. He wondered if he did or said something, would she feel the same as he hoped or was what he saw and heard nothing more than a onetime deal? In the end, missing the feeling of her body, he decided that he would re-continue the massages and if his aunt didn't want more from him, he knew she would say or do something to tell him so. And when she did, he would take it with both hands and give her what she wanted.

In the mean time he would massage his aunt as normal, and if she wanted him to masturbate her again, he would. It’s not like they were doing something wrong; he knew his aunt hadn’t been with a man since his uncle died and knew she missed being pleasured by a man. So if he could do something to help her, he would, especially after everything she had done for him over the last few years. It was the least he could do. The first few times when his aunt wanted him to masturbate her, he would stop half way through out of nerves. But his nerves slowly went away after he did it a few more times.

For the following three weeks after Harry returned to massaging her, Petunia was amazed at how well Harry was taking to masturbating her once he got over his nerves. It took everything she had not to take him to a bed and fuck him at times; she more or less knew that if she wanted, she could have put her last part of her plan into action. But she decided not to, as she planned to give herself to her future Master on his birthday and nothing was going to change that, no matter how much she wanted it to happen.

During the last week before her future Master’s tenth birthday, she began to think what would happen after she got what she wanted. How would she handle things without him when he's at Hogwarts during school term? This part frightened her, and she hoped her Master would have something to keep her busy until he returned for the holidays. Another part of her knew that her future Master might want to fuck other women too. In fact, she fully planned on encouraging this. The thought of watching her future Master fucking other girls/women was making her aroused, even more so at the thought of him making her to fuck the other girls/women too.

Her thoughts were broken when she heard beeps from her clock. She looked at the time, and saw it was midnight. ‘Finally,’ Petunia thought with a smile, as she walked towards her future Master’s room. ‘After years of planning and waiting, tonight will be the night I give myself to my Master; I just hope he’ll be pleased to have me.

As Petunia got to Harry’s - no, her Master’s room, she peeked in to make sure that he was a sleep. She wanted him asleep, so she could give him a special wake up call. She slowly walked up to his bed and removed the blankets. Petunia was happy to see that her soon-to-be-Master was already naked; she suspected this was because of the hot night. At the moment his cock was limp, but with a slutty smile she knew that it wouldn’t be for long.

Underage Sex and Incest Begins!!

Kneeling down next to the bed, she leaned down and kissed the crown of his soft member for a few moments before she started to lick it. As Petunia licked Harry’s member, she slowly trailed down to his balls and licked them as well. As she was doing this, she heard moans of pleasure coming from Harry as he slept, which made her smile. After a short while of licking his member and balls, she saw that began to harden and become erect. Petunia saw after a few moments that her future Master’s cock was a good seven inches long. This shocked her somewhat, as she never would have suspected him to be so long and perfect. She had a lustful smile as she thought, ‘Oh I’m going to enjoy having that in me.’

She licked the masterpiece a bit more, and after a few moments she saw some pre-cum coming from Harry’s cock. Seeing this, Petunia smiled as she opened her mouth as she put it around Harry’s member and started to bob her head up and down on it.

As Petunia was doing this, she didn’t notice that Harry had begun to stir from his sleep as he felt something licking his member. Harry thought that he was dreaming, as he had this kind of dream many a time. Harry thought that this was another dream, since this dream had become common; When his aunt put his dick into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down on it, he took her head and made her take more of his member.

“Oh yes, just like that my little slut, take it all. Make your Master cum.” He moaned as he moved his aunt’s head up and down on his member even faster than before.

Acting on autopilot continued sucking her future Master’s member, she was shocked when she felt a pair of hands on her head; pushing her lower down, forcing her to bob her head lower and faster. What shocked her the most, was hearing Harry call her a slut and refer to her as her proper title.

But soon after though, she realized that this wasn’t the Harry that she knew, as the Harry she knew wouldn’t be so eager to do this or say such things. This is when she realized that Harry must believe he was dreaming; it made her smile to think that he was dreaming about her in such a way. Although she wished he knew what he was doing she would settle for him thinking it was a dream for now; as this was getting her off like nobody’s business. However, seeing as he believed that he was dreaming, she could use that to see what he really could do before letting know the truth.

Thinking about what she was about to do, she hoped that her future Master still thought he was dreaming.

Pulling away from his member before he could get some release, she said “I’m not your slut yet, you need to prove to me what you’re able to do before I call you Master. So prove yourself to me.”

Harry was upset that his aunt stopped sucking him when he was so near to release, but he was more shocked at what his aunt said after that. It reminded him of one of his first dreams; in it, his aunt wouldn’t allow him do anything until he proved that he could become a good Master to her. So thinking it was one of these dreams, he said “So be it. Aunt Petunia, I’ll prove to you what I’m able to do.”

As soon as he said that he waved his hand over his aunt and she found herself bound and unable to move. He then spoke to her, his voice altered to sound deeper, like an adult's.

“We are going to have fun, you and I, Aunt Petunia. If you please me I’ll reward you.” To make a point he made an invisible force rub her crotch and the flush on her cheeks grew darker before he released it and then spoke up in a stern voice. “But if you do something bad, you will be punished.” There she felt a harsh sting (it was something Harry came up with to defend himself) hit her ass and her petrified body shook around as she tried to move away from the stinging sensation.

Tears were leaking from Petunia’s eyes, but her flustered cheeks were glowing red from arousal. Harry moved his hand over her thighs, tickling, and stimulating her gently. Harry put his lips next to her ear, breathing warm air onto it and his hand rubbing circles over her nipples at the same time.

Petunia could not believe that this was the same Harry. The old Harry wouldn’t have thought of doing or saying what he was now; this Harry was like the true Master she wanted him to be. She thought that if this was how he dreamt of her in his dreams; then she wished that she could see more of his dreams. She also couldn’t help but notice that he was using wandless magic that he hadn’t yet shown her, and she wondered what else he could do.

Her thoughts were soon broken as her soon-to-be-Master leaned close to her and he murmured hotly into her ear, making her shiver. “Now then, be a good girl and follow every instruction I give you, and you’ll soon be rewarded. I’m going to let you go and I want you suck me until I cum.”

With that Petunia saw her soon-to-be-Master standing up and backing up. He then waved his hand and she felt herself able to move again. She looked closer at him as she knelt in front of him, she saw that his dick was still hard as a rock, the head of which was pointing right at his her mouth.

“Open wide Auntie, time to show me how good your mouth really is,” He said to her as he slowly entered her mouth. Although her mouth was full of the prepubescent boy's cock, she couldn’t help that the corners of her mouth were turned up in a smile. Harry was showing her that he could be a true Master to her, even if he thought he was dreaming. Petunia 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 cock for all she was worth.

“You’re really are good with your mouth my Pet” Harry crooned after a while, stroking her hair and face lovingly, “Would you like a reward, Auntie?”

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

For some time this continued, until Harry 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. Harry’s 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 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 didn't hesitate for a second, “Ok Auntie, you've been a good girl today, you can have your treat.” He stroked 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, into her belly.

All of this reminded her of the show she watched a month ago, just after her Master first masturbated her. But she didn’t care - he was treating her the way she had wanted all these years - as a tool for his own desires.

“Seeing that you have been so good so far, let me give you another reward,” said Harry, “But for this I want you to lay on the bed on your back.” Petunia did just that, quickly too, to please her Master more.

Getting onto the bed too, Harry petrified her again as he grasped her breasts and began to grope them as he slowly put his hands beneath her skin tight midnight blue nightgown. Her breasts were filling it perfectly and his fingers soon began to probe her warm, globe like breasts.  Harry eventually reached her nipples, which he began to rub and twist like a pair of cow teats. Petunia’s petrified body became flustered and her breathe became warmer and sped up. The petrifaction was slowly wearing off, as it had not been overly powerful, and she moved her chest against his groping hands and fingers, an almost silent moan escaping from her lips. Harry kept fondling his aunt’s breasts for another ten minutes, teasing her arousal up to an orgasm and bringing her down just before she hit it, before releasing them, his aunt’s face red with excitement, her tongue hanging out of her mouth, her breath releasing in quick pants.

Before Petunia could say anything, Harry kissed her while rubbing his erection against her ass, his hands slowly rubbing her thighs; sliding up her nightgown ever so slowly. She moaned loudly and wiggled, trying to return his ministrations. Soon enough Harry had peeled the nightgown off her body, leaving her naked as she was born.

“Please… Fuck me… I need to cum… oh God please let me cum...” She moaned out like a meek kitten, tears of desire for release streaming down her cheeks.  Petunia saw the dark silhouette of her tormentor in front of her as she had heard him walk around the desk; she felt a small hand groping her tit as she lay there on the bed. Slowly, the hands spread her thighs and a wet tongue licked her pussy, tasting it, making her moan in need. She protested with a whimper when he eventually pulled back.

“I will fuck you, my sweet, if this is what you really want; to be owned, to be used however I wish, my property to do however I wish; I could even make you give birth to my future children from this slutty body, using this leaking cunt.” Small hands rubbed her dripping cunt lips and she moaned uncontrollably. Petunia couldn’t believe how well her VERY-soon-to-be-Master was claiming her as his own property; it was nothing like any of the erotic shows that she always watched - it was way, WAY better and she knew there was only one response.

“Y-yes it is! I am yours Master! Please!” Pet pleaded, “Claim your slut! Make me yours forever! Please fuck your slut Master! Make your slutty aunt pregnant! Give your worthless slut cock! Please give her cock!” That was all Harry needed to hear; he pressed his body down against hers and his large prick rested against her pussy; without warning Harry surged forward, filling her up. Petunia threw her head back and screamed out in bliss as Harry began to fuck her. Harry raised his smaller hips and then pushed them down, filling her pussy with his thickness again, his full, heavy balls slapping against Petunia’s ass as she screamed herself raw, orgasm after orgasm surging through her body. As Petunia continued to orgasm, Harry did too, but he kept fucking his aunt with his barely flagging erection. White liquid flooded her insides, squirming into her inner core, her Master using his magic to twist about like a thick jelly snake and force his cum into her deepest chamber, to her eggs - hopefully giving her his child.

The force of Harry’s thrusts made her tits jiggle and bounce around, sweat slipping off the orbs in drops.  Petunia’s hands slowly reached to the bouncing mounds and began to fondle them, trying to help herself reach another release. She felt her Master's face press against her tits and she screamed out, his cock still filling her while his face rubbed against her tits, his tongue licking them and his teeth nibbling on them roughly, teasingly biting her breasts. It seemed to Petunia that he knew that they would grow bigger with the milk his child would need, or would have for him if she didn’t have a child in her. The thought of both her maybe having a new baby and the Master suckling her tits like big cow udders made her lose it for a while and she went wild.

“FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME!!!!!” She screamed out rapidly. Petunia’s body arched as her Master's cock began to bulge, stretching her already sore insides even more, and then she felt the hot white liquid that was his fertilizing seed flow into her channel again and her eyes rolled up into her skull, her mouth open in a silent scream, tongue hanging and drool flowing out of her mouth as her master kept fucking her cunt, his seed pouring into her pussy, which was in a constant state of orgasm.

Underage Sex and Incest End!!

After her last orgasm Petunia was exhausted from it all, and by the looks of it so was her new Master (who was now asleep). When she woke up later in a puddle of cum and sweat left from their activities, her mind was a bit shaken by all that had happened. However, Petunia knew that she loved the feeling of being controlled by a child just over a quarter of her age. She hoped that her Master wouldn’t be freaked out when he woke up and realised what had just happened the night before.  She couldn’t see herself calling Harry anything but Master after what he did to her. The last thought she had before falling to sleep, was how happy she was now that Harry was truly her Master.

TO BE CONTINUED!

Author’s Notes: And here ends chapter 4 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. As I would like to hear what you think of it and any ideas that you want to see in the story.