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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Hermione_Granger/Hugo_Weasley, Hermione_Granger/Albus_Severus_Potter,
      Hermione_Granger/James_Sirius_Potter, Hermione_Granger/Fred_Weasley_II,
      Hermione_Granger/Louis_Weasley, Hermione_Granger/Scorpius_Malfoy
  Character:
      Hermione_Granger, Fred_Weasley_II, Hugo_Weasley, Albus_Severus_Potter,
      James_Sirius_Potter, Louis_Weasley, Scorpius_Malfoy
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Sexual_Coercion, Age_Difference, Foursome_-_F/M/M/M, Underage
      Sex, Smut, Parent/Child_Incest, Aunt/Nephew_Incest
  Collections:
      HP_Het_Taboo
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-28 Words: 3966
****** Illicit ******
by Inell
Summary
     Hugo’s found the perfect way to take care of his mum and make her
     happy again.
Notes
     Apparently, I am continuing on my journey of writing random things
     that no one will read, but I have to write anyway so the ideas stop
     bugging me. LOL Anyway, this one is loosely inspired by a prompt I
     left at hp_het_taboo. Please heed the warnings.
“Mum, can you help me a minute? How do you pronounce this?” Hugo is pointing to
a specific phrase on the parchment he’s holding. “I’m working on extra
coursework that Professor Zabini gave me for Charms so that I’m prepared for
OWLs next year.”
Hermione is proud of him for getting an early start on his revision. He’s only
been home two days, yet he’s been reading texts since he unpacked. Meanwhile,
Rose asked for permission to spend a few days over at Lily’s so they can
practice Quidditch moves. Hermione’s pleased that at least one of her children
has her thirst for knowledge instead of sport. Rose is very clever, wouldn’t
have been sorted into Ravenclaw if she wasn’t, but she’s also got Ron’s
exuberance for life and his love of Quidditch.
Hugo is more introverted like Hermione, possibly too much so, she often fears.
When he was sorted into Slytherin, the Weasley family had been shocked, but
Hermione hadn’t been too surprised. He’s always been a kind boy, also taking
after Hermione in his need to take care of everyone he loves, but he’s also
ambitious and shrewd, which are two attributes that she tends to associate with
Slytherin house. He’s close with his cousins, all of them get along rather
well, but he doesn’t have many friends outside of the family. That worries her,
but Ron doesn’t see any harm in it. Since their divorce two years ago, he’s
done his best to be a good father, and he seems to think she’s a nag for being
concerned about Hugo’s lack of friends.
When she realizes she’s drifted into her thoughts, she puts her quill down on
top of the file she’s reading and reaches for the parchment. “Which phrase is
giving you difficulty, Hugo?”
He points to it and smiles wryly. “I’m not as good with Latin as Rose is yet,
so I’ve been stumbling over the pronunciation.”
“Well, Rose has had two extra years to learn it,” she reminds him. She glances
over the remainder of the parchment and doesn’t recognize the charm, but it
seems harmless enough. He can’t actually practice magic at home, anyway, so
there’s little harm in giving him the correct pronunciation. Hermione tells him
the phrase in enunciated words, so that he’ll learn it. She’s just finished
saying it when she feels an odd tingle spread through her skin.
“Did it work?” Hugo asks curiously. “Do you feel different, Mum?”
“What did you do?” She bites the inside of her cheek when she feels her nipples
hardening and dampness leaking from between her legs. “Hugo! What have you
done?”
“I apologize for having to do this in such an underhanded way, Mum, but I knew
you’d refuse if I asked you about it outright,” he says, his dark auburn hair
falling across his forehead as he gives her a sincerely apologetic look. “I’m
the man of the house now, since Dad left and remarried. I turned fifteen, so
I’m of age according to various ancient laws. It’s time for me to step up and
take care of you, Mum.”
“Hugo, you need to stop whatever this is,” she warns him quietly. She’s
starting to feel empty, like all she needs is a hard cock buried inside her to
make it all better, and she can’t behave this way in front of her son.
“I’ve been worried about you since Dad married Susan,” he admits. “I spoke to
my head of house about it, about how you’ve just been working even more since
Dad left, and how I knew you must be lonely with me and Rose at school.
Professor Zabini is just brilliant, Mum, especially at charms. He gave me
information that I’ve never read anywhere, ancient magic that isn’t even used
anymore, and he told me it would help make you happier.”
Hermione grimaces at the mention of Professor Zabini. There’s been a bad case
of hero worship from her son since his sorting, and he thinks Professor Zabini
is almost as wonderful as his own parents. While she appreciates Zabini
providing some companionship to her son, she has a sinking feeling that he’s to
blame for whatever is happening now. “What did he have you do?”
“It’s a compulsion charm, Mum. It only works between mothers and sons, and it’s
something Purebloods used to use centuries ago. Professor Zabini has helped me
find the perfect solution to help you through the summer, and I think that’s
all it’ll take to get you happy again, but I’ve got a plan in mind for after,
just in case.” Hugo smiles at her. “I love you so much, and I want you to be
even happier than Dad since it’s not fair he’s the one who left yet he’s found
someone already and you’re still alone.”
“Your father isn’t to be blamed for the divorce. We both agreed, and you know
that I don’t begrudge him happiness with someone else. Now, what is the charm
compelling me to do, Hugo?” She shifts on the sofa, knocking her file onto the
floor as she tries to get into a position that doesn’t make her nipples rub
against her bra or her cunt pulse desperately for something to fill it.
Hugo narrows his eyes and his smile becomes something foreign because she’s
never seen it on the face of her fifteen year old son before. “I think you’re
clever enough to guess, aren’t you?” He moves his gaze over her then, lingering
on the outline of her nipples pressing against her shirt. “You’re so beautiful.
Not flashy pretty like Aunt Fleur or athletic like Aunt Ginny and Aunt
Angelina, but the cousins all think you’ve got a natural beauty and a wicked
mind. Poor Jamie has such a crush on you. It’s worse than Freddy’s crush on
Scorpius’ mum. Scorpius fancies you, too, you know? Whenever he visits Rose,
he’s always watching you like Dad used to. I’m the man of the house, though, so
I get you first.”
“Hugo, this is wrong. I don’t care what Professor Zabini has said, it’s not
right. He’s trying to make you do something you shouldn’t,” she tells him,
rubbing her thighs together as she tries to figure out what Zabini’s angle is
in all this other than to ruin her life. He’d been neutral in the war, had
always been civil to her, and she’d often wondered if there had been an
attraction there back in sixth year but she’d been so focused on Ron that she’d
ignored it. “You have to stop this.”
“No.” Hugo shakes his head and gets the stubborn look that he inherits from
both of his parents. “I don’t want to, and you won’t want me to, either.
Professor Zabini has told me all about you, Mum. I know what you were like when
you were my age, and I know what you’re missing in your life now that Dad’s
gone. I don’t think Dad’s ever given you what you really need, has he? Not like
what Professor Zabini described.”
“Professor Zabini doesn’t even know me! He and I spoke maybe a dozen times
during the entire time we attended school together, and you should listen to me
instead of your professor,” she snaps, feeling a bead of sweat dripping down
her spine.
Hugo smirks at her. “I didn’t believe him, either, but he showed me his
memories. I saw it all, Mum. You shouldn’t be ashamed. You were magnificent,
and I know why you’re so sad all the time because you’re not enjoying life like
you did then.”
“Memories of what?” Hermione has no idea what Hugo is talking about, and she
doesn’t understand how Zabini could create memories that don’t exist. That’s
such a high level of charms work that she’s never heard of it being possible.
“Of parties with old Professor Slughorn where you were the center of it all,
Mum. I saw you having sex with Uncle Harry, with boys I don’t know, with my own
professor,” he says, dropping his gaze to her chest again. “You were so wild
and free that I knew I had to do this so I could take care of you and make you
that happy again. As the man of the house, you have to obey me, Mum. I’m going
to make you feel so good. I promise. Now, I want you to take off your shirt.”
“Hugo, please don’t do this,” she whispers even as she reaches up and begins to
unbutton her blouse. “What you saw in Professor Zabini’s pensieve wasn’t true.
Your father was the first, the only, man I’ve ever had sex with.”
“Professor Zabini said you’d say that,” he tells her, not raising his gaze from
her bra covered breasts. “He said Slughorn would give everyone a treat at the
end of the parties that made you forget, but he never ate his. He said to tell
you to remember the pineapple.”
Hermione blinks as she vaguely recalls the taste of pineapple on her tongue. Oh
God. What if Zabini is right and she’d done all sorts of things with boys she
doesn’t even know, with Harry? She wants to go find that old pervert Slughorn
and demand answers, but all she can do is press her thighs together and feel
her nipples harden even more while Hugo stares at them.
“Take off the bra now. I want to see your tits,” he tells her, heat in his blue
eyes when he glances up at her before focusing back on her chest.
“Regardless of what I might have done under the influence of whatever Slughorn
gave us, this isn’t right. You’re my son, Hugo, and this isn’t ancient times
with archaic Pureblood laws in place.” She reaches back and unclasps her bra,
sliding the straps down her arms before taking it off and sitting in front of
him bare chested.
“They’re even better than Jamie always claims,” he whispers, reaching out to
stroke one of her nipples. She gasps at the sensation, sensitive enough that
the pressure of his fingers causes a reaction even as her mind is screaming at
how wrong and illegal it is for her son to be doing this to her. “Lean back for
me, Mum. I’m going to suck your tits now.”
“Hugo, I won’t be upset if you stop this now. I know you’re just trying to take
care of me and you just want to help, but this isn’t the way. This is wrong,
you’re my son, and we can’t do this,” she whispers, leaning back against the
cushions of the sofa and watching him lower his head. At the first feel of his
tongue on her nipple, she feels another wave of arousal spread her. It’s too
late now. He’s just crossed a line that neither of them can come back from.
Hugo tongues her nipple before he sucks, his cheeks hollowing out at the force
of the sucking. He moves his hand to her other breast, rubbing at her nipple
and squeezing the flesh. Each suck is sending pulses to her clit, making her
even wetter, and she knows it’s so wrong to feel the urge to close her eyes and
pretend it’s anyone but her own son making her feel this way.
“I used to do this as a baby, didn’t I?” His breath is warm against the wetness
on her areolas. “I used to curl up against you and suck your tits, feeling milk
spill on my tongue, feeling so safe and protected. It’s time for you to feel
that way, Mum. I’m going to make you feel safe and cherished.”
Hermione whines when he sucks even harder, and she reaches up to brush her
fingers through his thick hair. “Yes, you did, baby. You used to be so hungry,”
she murmurs, relieved that she had never felt a sexual desire when her children
had been breast feeding because it’s so wrong to associate that innocent act
with what he’s doing now. Hugo might be intelligent, but he’s still a fifteen
year old boy doing something very illicit. His enthusiasm is evident as he
sucks and licks at her breasts like a child with a new toy, and she’s not
surprised when he wants more.
“In Professor Zabini’s memories, you looked so beautiful when you were on your
knees with a cock in your mouth,” he says, looking up at her with a smile. “I
want you to suck me, Mum. I’m going to come in your mouth then I’m going to
taste you.”
Hermione wants to protest, to refuse, but she can’t. She slides off the sofa to
her knees and unfastens his trousers, shoving his shorts down and freeing his
cock. He’s not fully grown, but it’s big enough to indicate he’s probably going
to take after his father in that area. Ron’s cock is one of the main things
she’s missed since the divorce. “You’ve got a nice cock, baby,” she says,
leaning down to lick the head.
“Merlin!” Hugo gasps when she starts licking at him, sucking it into her mouth.
“Oh Mum, you’re so good at this.”
She feels a sense of pride at hearing the praise, knowing it has to be the
spell because she should be disgusted by this. Hugo’s still her son, though,
and she feels the need to make what is probably his first experience with a
girl something memorable. Oh God. What’s wrong with her? What has Zabini done?
She sucks Hugo’s full length into her mouth and throat, rubbing her nose
against his pubic hair before she repeats her actions. It doesn’t take long at
all before his hips are bucking wildly and he’s spilling into her mouth.
“Get back on the sofa,” he demands, shoving her up there and tugging her track
pants and knickers off. He stares at the wet slit between her legs for a quiet
moment before he dives in and starts licking at her with sloppy laps of his
tongue.
“Hugo, baby, not so wet. You don’t need to use your saliva like that, I’m wet
enough with it,” she says, reaching down to tug on his hair. “Use your tongue
to press inside, lap at my juices, that’s a good boy. Oh, Hugo. Mummy feels so
good with your tongue inside her.” She feels flushed and wicked as she talks to
him, knowing it’s not the charm making her say those things but wanting to
blame it anyway. “Use your fingers. That’s so good, baby.”
“Do you like that, Mum?” He looks up at her, his face wet from her arousal, and
he’s thrusting two fingers inside her with a steady rhythm. He sucks on her
nipple while he finger fucks her, adding a third then a fourth finger when she
rolls her hips and asks for more. “Professor Zabini told me how to do this.
Told me the way to use my fingers to rub on some spot that makes you see stars.
Told me that women like it when you rub their clits, that you used to go off so
fast when he’d pinch yours. Told me you were a wildcate who needed fucked hard
and well to be satisfied. Was he right, Mum?”
“Yes, baby. Zabini’s a good teacher,” she murmurs, riding his fingers and
pressing his face back to her breast. It’s been so long since she’s been
touched this way. Almost three years, counting the separation and lack of sex
that had preceded it. Touching herself isn’t the same, and she knows this is so
wrong, but she decides to blame the charm because that gives her the freedom to
just enjoy this. It’s going to happen whether she wants it or not, after all.
“He told me you like it a little rough, that you’re a cock whore who wants
nothing more than to be filled.” Hugo starts fucking her harder, rubbing his
thumb over her clit. “He showed me the memory of you riding Uncle Harry’s cock
while he was in your arse, and there was this fit blond bloke taking your
mouth. When they were done, you were covered with their come and looked so
happy. I’m going to give you that again, Mum. Going to make you so happy and
take such good care of you.”
“You do, baby. You make Mummy so happy,” she whispers, leaning down to kiss
him. She groans into the kiss as he keeps moving his hand, rubbing his thumb
harder, and she comes with his tongue in her mouth and his hand buried in her
cunt. When the kiss breaks, she strokes his hair. “Mummy wants you to fuck her
now. Can you do that, baby? Can you fuck Mummy so hard that she’s full?”
“Yes, Mummy. I can fuck you,” he says, stammering a little before pushing her
against the sofa and climbing on top of her. When he slides his cock into her,
she bucks up and knows she’s depraved and immoral because she’s enjoying this
so bloody much. “You’re so tight, Mum. You feel so good around me.”
Hermione wraps her legs around him and thrusts up, taking him even deeper. His
skinny hips begin to piston in and out, and she kisses him again while he fucks
into her. The friction feels nice, as do his hands squeezing her breasts. He
lasts longer this time, sucking on her nipples as he ruts into her. “Mummy
wants you to come inside her, baby. Wants you to fuck her faster and deeper.
Oh, yes. Just like that, baby boy.”
Reaching between them, she rubs her clit and moves her other hand behind his
head so she can stroke his hair. It doesn’t take long before she’s coming,
squeezing him so tight that he follows her into orgasm. She tightens her legs
around his waist, keeping him inside her as he spills his seed. There’s a
twisted part of her that’s getting off on the idea that he’s coming inside her,
that her son is coming in her.
“Was that good, Mum?” he asks, raising his head to look down at her. “You’re
smiling again. Haven’t seen this kind of smile in bloody ages.”
“Language, Hugo,” she scolds, rocking her hips slowly as he softens inside her.
“It was good, baby. Mummy feels very good. You took such good care of her.”
“I’m not done yet,” he admits. Sliding out of her, he grins. “Go to your
bedroom, Mum. Don’t clean up, though. I want you to just get on the bed and
wait. I’ll bring you your surprise.”
Hermione’s curious but she can’t disobey even if she’d wanted to, so she gets
up and walks upstairs to her bedroom. Once she’s on the bed, she positions the
pillows behind her and lightly strokes her wet cunt while waiting for him. It
isn’t too long before the door opens, and she quickly tries to cover herself
when she sees Jamie staring at her with a hungry look on his face.
“I can’t believe he actually did it,” Jamie says, shaking his head. “I thought
he was nutters, or playing a prank on me or something, but he’s actually gone
and seduced his own mum. You’re fucking hot, Aunt Hermione. He said I get first
dibs seeing as how I’ve fancied you so long. Gonna make you come so many
times.”
“James, you can’t do this,” she says, even as she removes her hand from between
her legs and offers it to him. He licks at her wet fingers before moving
between her legs and licking her clean. She hears a surprised noise and looks
up to see Scorpius, Al, Louis, and Fred standing around the bed staring. Hugo
enters the room and shuts the door behind him.
“Remember, you’ve all signed a pledge to keep this secret or face the
consequences,” he warns his cousins and Scorpius. “Mum loves sex, and she’s not
had any in so long that it’s made her sad. You can fuck her all you want, but
you can’t tell anyone. She likes being filled with cocks, which is why I’m not
enough to satisfy her on my own.”
“She’s delicious,” Jamie says, raising his head long enough to wink at the
other boys before going back to driving her crazy with his tongue and fingers.
“Aunt Hermione, are you okay with this?” Al asks quietly, looking at her face
while the others stare at her breasts.
He’s a sweet boy, so much like his father. According to Zabini, she’s had sex
with Harry before, but she doesn’t remember it at all. Now, she’s going to fuck
both of his sons, and she feels excited at the idea of all of them pleasing
her. “Yes, Al. I’m okay with this. Why don’t you come up here and let me take
care of that problem in your trousers?”
“Merlin,” Fred murmurs before he starts taking off his clothes. He climbs onto
the bed and immediately goes for her breasts. “You’ve got amazing tits, Aunt
Hermione. Can I fuck them later? I’d love to be able to do that. None of the
girls I’ve been with have had tits like this.”
“Don’t be a greedy hog, Weasley,” Scorpius says, nudging Jamie out of the way
so he can taste her. The fact that Malfoy’s son is now licking at her cunt like
he’s starving for her is turning her on more than she expects.
Al is at the head of the bed now, and Hermione leans over to suck his cock,
knowing he won’t last long by the way he gasps and moans. Louis is beside him,
rubbing the head of his cock against her cheek, and she reaches over to stroke
it, alternating her sucking between the two. Her nephews and Scorpius go wild
when they realize she’s a willing participant. Hugo sits beside them describing
everything to her, joining in occasionally, but mostly letting them enjoy her.
He’s had his turns, after all, and he seems to enjoy talking to her about
everything while petting her hair.
Hermione rides James while Scorpius takes her arse and she sucks Fred’s cock.
They then switch and it’s Hugo in her arse with Louis in her cunt and Al in her
mouth. Fred fucks her breasts, and then the other boys have to try that. They
all come and then they use toys on her, watching her as they thrust her
vibrator in and out of her cunt while another uses a dildo on her, and they
lick her clean after. Then it starts over. They all fuck her arse and cunt and
mouth, some multiple times, and it’s hours of sex with virile young men that
leaves her sore, aching, and satisfied.
After they’ve all left in the wee hours of the morning with promises to return
soon, Hugo draws a bath for her and cleans her off. “They’ll be back throughout
the summer, Mum,” he tells her while he brushes her hair. “I’ll let them have
you because I know you need more than I can give you. When I go back to school,
I was thinking that maybe Professor Zabini could stop in to check on you, let
him fill your cock and keep you sated while I’m in class. And, obviously,
Jamie, Louis, and Fred are done with school, so I bet they’d be happy to drop
in to see their favorite Aunt and keep this pretty cunt full of cock.”
“You’re a wonderful son, baby. So clever with your research and thorough with
your plans,” she murmurs, closing her eyes as he snuggles against her and
gently sucks on her nipple. “You take such good care of your Mum.”
End
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