Slap!
A crisp, loud slap struck Hermione's face without warning.
In that instant, the whole world seemed to stand still.
The aroma of food in the kitchen, the laughter in the living room, the beating of her own heart... everything receded instantly.
Hermione only felt a burning pain on her left cheek. Her head was knocked aside violently, and her ears were ringing.
In Hermione's memory, her mother, the always gentle, intellectual, and proud Janet Granger, rarely even spoke a harsh word to her.
Let alone hitting her; even losing her temper was rare.
This was the first time.
For the first time in her life, she was slapped by her own mother.
Hermione turned her head in disbelief, looking at the woman who gave her life.
The mask of gentleness and virtue on Janet's face had been completely torn to shreds.
Replaced by a twisted and hideous face Hermione had never seen, distorted by extreme jealousy and long-suppressed resentment.
There was no longer any affection in her eyes, only two clusters of wildly burning toxic fire named "ambition."
"Hermione Granger, are you questioning me?"
Janet pointed at Hermione's nose. She deliberately lowered her voice, but the hissing tone squeezed through her teeth was more chilling than any roar.
"What right do you have to question me?
Why?
Tell me why!"
Mrs. Granger's emotions suddenly went out of control, her voice becoming sharp: "Why is it that from the moment you received that damn owl's letter at eleven, you could enter a world full of miracles and learn that magical magic.
And what about me?
I can only be a pitiful 'Muggle' kept in the dark!"
"Why can you see scenery we can't even dream of, while I can only guard this small desk day after day, facing one idiot after another who doesn't cherish their body, finishing my mediocre, boring life that can be seen to the end at a glance?"
"I've had enough!
Hermione!
I can't stand it for another day!"
Mrs. Granger's face flushed red with excitement. That ridiculous bunny girl outfit was not funny at this moment; instead, it appeared incredibly weird and terrifying because of the crazy expression on her face.
"Now, the opportunity has come!
And you, you stupid, selfish little thing, what do you want to do?
Do you want to use your ridiculous sense of morality to stop me from seizing this only opportunity?"
Hermione was completely stunned by these words.
She opened her mouth but couldn't make any sound.
Her proud magical talent, her parents' consistent support and pride... so, in her mother's eyes, it was actually like this?
That wasn't pride; it was jealousy.
That wasn't love; it was resentment.
Just as Hermione felt like she had fallen into an ice cave because of this cruel truth, the crazy expression on Janet's face suddenly changed again.
That hideous anger extinguished instantly like a candle blown out by a strong wind.
Replaced by a humble, eager plea bordering on wagging a tail for pity.
"Hermione... my good daughter..."
She pounced forward abruptly, no longer accusing, but hugging Hermione tightly with a force almost trying to rub Hermione into her own body!
"Help me, Hermione, please, help me!"
Janet buried her face in her daughter's neck, scalding tears mixed with her expensive perfume gushing out together.
"You are 'his' classmate; you know him better than I do!
You must know his preferences, right?
Tell me, what should I do? What should I do to please him?
To make him... turn me into a 'witch' like you?"
"Hermione, we are on the same side; we are mother and daughter!
What you have, Mom also wants... help Mom, okay?"
Hermione remained motionless, letting her mother hug her.
The burning pain on her left cheek was like the most sobering poison, making her loathe this hysterical, strange woman in her arms more than ever.
Tears mixed with the smell of perfume and skin stuck stickily to her neck, making her feel incredibly nauseous.
However, deep within this extreme disgust and cold despair, a more realistic, crueler thought emerged quietly.
Her mother was right; she was a Muggle.
And what about herself?
She was just a "Mudblood" from a Muggle family.
This was the most vicious insult Malfoy and those Slytherin pure-blood nobles liked to hang on their lips.
Jerry... Jerry was a pure-blood, a true ancient noble far surpassing the pitiful lineage of the Malfoy family.
He was interested in her now merely because of temporary novelty.
He could treat her as an interesting, high-IQ pet to train and play with.
But what about when this novelty passed?
Would he discard her mercilessly like throwing away an old toy?
When she was no longer "Hogwarts' brightest witch," no longer the "unruly little lioness" in his eyes, but merely a lowly "Mudblood," what value would she have left in his eyes?
No!
Absolutely not!
Hermione's eyes changed at that moment.
The remaining rationality and innocence belonging to "Hermione Granger" completely dissipated like the last wisp of mist blown away by the cold wind.
Hermione slowly, with an unusually calm posture, raised her hand and gently patted the back of her mother who was still sobbing in her arms.
"Mom."
Hermione's voice was surprisingly calm, without a ripple.
Janet was stunned by this reaction. She lifted her face, makeup somewhat ruined by tears, looking at her daughter in confusion.
Hermione wasted no words; she just pointed with her chin to the silver thermos cup on the counter beside them, which had been almost emptied by her.
"You want these, right?"
Hermione's voice was light as a breeze but carried a metallic cold texture. With her free hand, she gently stroked her mother's ridiculous red velvet bunny girl outfit. "You want to take off this cheap Muggle costume and put on real gorgeous clothes woven with magic that never fades."
Every word was like a precise needle, stabbing fiercely into Janet's deepest...
Darkest desires.
Janet's breathing became rapid. Looking at the cold and knowing expression on her daughter's face, inconsistent with her age, she nodded madly.
"Then!" Hermione smiled slightly, a smile carrying a trace of cruel pity. "Mom, you have to prove you have this 'qualification'."
Hermione released the hand holding her mother, turned around, and picked up the silver thermos cup from the counter.
Most of the liquid in the cup had been poured into the salad dressing by Hermione, but on the bottom and inner wall, a shallow layer of viscous liquid with pearl luster still remained.
"Want to taste... something truly delicious?"
Hermione shook the cup, which made a slight, sticky sound of liquid sliding down the wall.
She held the cup in front of her mother, like a hostess showing a guest a bottle of out-of-print vintage wine.
"This is a 'gift'... Jerry specially prepared for me."
Hermione deliberately emphasized the word "me," a naked possessiveness declaring sovereignty. "Very nutritious, and... tastes excellent."
Janet looked at the cup. Of course, she smelled that rich fishy scent belonging only to males, carrying a strong breath of life.
"This is... what?"
"What? Dare not?"
Seeing her mother's hesitation, the sarcasm on Hermione's lips deepened. "If you can't even show this little 'sincerity,' what's the point of talking about pleasing him?
Mom, you have to know, in our world, there are plenty of girls younger than you, prettier than you, and with nobler bloodlines than you.
What do you, a Muggle who is nothing, have to compete with them?"
These words were like a pot of boiling oil poured onto Janet's heart, which was burning hot with ambition.
"Who says I dare not!"
Janet almost roared, snatching the thermos cup from Hermione's hand!
Her movement was so urgent, as if it were the only ticket to heaven.
Janet didn't hesitate at all, tilting her head back, aiming the cold cup mouth directly at her lips painted with bright red lipstick.
A drop of warm, slippery liquid with a strong fishy scent slid along the tilted cup wall into her mouth. Just such a small drop, yet like a lit bomb, it exploded instantly on all her taste buds.
That taste... was richer and more domineering than she imagined.
But under this strong masculine aura, there was also an imperceptible, sweet fragrance.
This was far from enough!
A trace of greedy, nearly crazy light flashed in Janet's eyes.
Janet put down the cup and unhesitatingly stuck her well-maintained index and middle fingers painted with nail polish into the narrow mouth of the thermos cup. Janet scraped forcefully inside with her fingers, trying to scrape off all the viscous liquid tightly attached to the inner wall without missing a drop.
Slurp... slurp...
Her fingers stirred inside, making sticky water sounds that would make one blush.
When Janet pulled out her fingers, those two fingers were covered with milky white, semi-transparent mucus, pulling out crystal threads under the bright kitchen lights.
This time, Janet didn't use the cup again.
Janet looked at the pitiful "trophy" on her fingers, like a beggar who hadn't eaten for three days seeing bread, and stuffed those two fingers covered with Jerry's body fluid directly into her own mouth!
"Mmph... mmh... squelch..."
Janet closed her eyes, emitting satisfied, muffled moans.
Her cheeks bulged with the in-and-out of her fingers, sucking greedily, using her tongue and the inner wall of her mouth to lick every bit of liquid off her fingers clean.
Saliva and those liquids mixed together, overflowing from the corner of her mouth, pulling out a shiny silver thread.
Only when those two fingers were sucked clean by her, leaving only the slipperiness of her own saliva, did she pull her fingers out unsatisfiedly, making a loud pop sound.
Janet raised her head, looking at her daughter. In those eyes, now glistening with desire and excitement, there was no longer any jealousy or resentment, only a morbid excitement of finding her own kind and a desire for alliance.
"Is there more?"
Her voice was hoarse beyond recognition. "My good daughter... give me a little more, okay?"
And Hermione just looked at her quietly, like watching a wonderful farce.
Then, she slowly raised her hand and wiped away that shameful, crystal saliva from the corner of her mother's mouth with her finger.
"Don't rush, Mom."
Hermione smiled, her voice as soft as a devil's whisper: "Tonight... there will be enough."
"Dinner is ready, darlings!"
Accompanied by Janet's sickeningly sweet, overly cheerful voice, a meticulously prepared Christmas dinner full of hypocrisy and desire officially kicked off.
She and Hermione, like two hostesses cooperating tacitly, walked out of the kitchen one after another.
Janet carried a huge silver platter with a huge turkey roasted golden brown and glistening with oil, emitting a complex aroma of rosemary and butter.
And Hermione carried a plate of baked mashed potatoes sprinkled with bacon bits and cheddar cheese, and a bowl of Caesar salad drizzled with that jar of special "secret sauce."
Their appearance interrupted the conversation of the two men in the living room just right.
Mr. Granger was gesticulating and describing a football match he watched when he was young to Jerry, his red Santa Claus robe swaying funnily with his movements.
"Oh, it smells wonderful, dear!" He ended the topic immediately, rubbing his hands like a child, face full of expectation.
The dining table had been set perfectly. Covered with a red checkered tablecloth, in the center was a candlestick woven with ivy and holly berries. Three white candles burned quietly; the dancing flames coated everyone's face with a layer of soft warm light.
The oak wood in the distant fireplace crackled with sparks, baking the whole room warm as spring. A melodious Christmas carol was playing on the TV, creating an incomparably warm and harmonious family atmosphere.
The seating arrangement was completed in a seemingly inadvertent yet carefully planned tacit understanding.
Hermione took the lead and sat next to her father, thereby separating Jerry and Mr. Granger.
Janet smiled and walked to the other side of the dining table, sitting directly opposite her husband. This position also allowed her to sit on the other side of Jerry as a matter of course.
Mr. Granger was sandwiched between his wife and daughter, and Jerry was similarly flanked by this pair of mother and daughter who had just formed a "dirty alliance."
"Come, try Hermione's mom's cooking!"
Mr. Granger picked up the knife and fork, enthusiastically cutting a large piece of the most tender turkey breast for Jerry, and scooped a large spoon of mashed potatoes for him.
"Thank you, Mr. Granger."
Jerry smiled, wiping the corner of his mouth elegantly with a napkin, then cut a small piece of turkey meat and put it in his mouth, showing a just-right expression of admiration.
Dinner officially began under this façade of peace and laughter.
However, when Mr. Granger enthusiastically started telling the anecdotes of one of his patients again, under the table, a silent war full of eroticism and teasing quietly started under Hermione's lead.
Hermione adjusted her sitting posture nonchalantly.
This subtle movement made her body, wearing the beige cashmere dress, press closer to Jerry.
At the same time, her right foot, the one wearing the black patent leather lace-up high heel, quietly probed out.
Hermione's target was clear—Jerry's two thighs, where firm muscle lines could be felt through the suit trouser fabric.
The sharp heel of the high shoe, like a dormant viper, first carefully scraped back and forth gently on his calf trouser leg.
Jerry chewed the food in his mouth, no expression change on his face, as if unaware of all this.
But Hermione could clearly feel that the body of the boy beside her had an extremely slight, almost imperceptible stiffness in that instant.
He was waiting.
He was watching.
Hermione's heel was no longer satisfied with teasing the calf. Like a climbing vine, it went up along Jerry's trouser seam, finally stopping at his inner thigh.
That was the most sensitive and weakest zone.
Immediately after, Hermione's ankle turned slightly.
The entire sole, that foot wrapped in black patent leather and complex straps, full of contradictory beauty of asceticism and eroticism, stepped on Jerry's thigh. Through a thin layer of suit trouser fabric, she could even feel the touch of his thigh muscle tightening instantly due to this sudden pressure.
"...So I told him, dental health is really important, you can't..." Mr. Granger was still talking incessantly, completely unaware that his wife opposite the table had started to look a bit wrong in her eyes.
While absent-mindedly echoing her husband, Janet stared dead at that invisible area under the table from the corner of her eye.
She could see her daughter's almost unchanged sitting posture, but could imagine what kind of blood-boiling scene was being staged in that darkness.
Janet felt her body start to heat up again, and that tail plug stuffed in her body seemed to be faintly acting up.
Just then, Hermione gave her a look.
Mom, it's your turn!
Janet's heart jumped violently; she immediately understood her daughter's meaning.
Janet took a deep breath and also started her move.
On Janet's feet, she wore a pair of suede high heels that complemented that bunny girl outfit, also bright red, with exaggeratedly high heels.
Janet's action was much bolder and more direct than her daughter's.
Her foot crossed the centerline of the table directly and found Jerry's other leg almost instantly.
Her footwork was more skillful.
She didn't use the heel but used the toe wrapped in red stockings to draw circles gently and heavily in an extremely slow yet suggestive way on that equally sensitive inner thigh.
Now, Jerry's two legs were occupied by the feet of this pair of mother and daughter simultaneously, one on each side.
One like ice, calm, precise, advancing step by step.
One like fire, enthusiastic, bold, striking straight at the dragon's lair.
Jerry saw a faint flush on Hermione's cheek due to excitement, but a cold smile still hung on the corner of her mouth.
Jerry saw a layer of fine sweat seeping out on Janet's forehead, eyes full of blatant, undisguised desire.
Interesting.
Really too interesting.
Jerry put down the knife and fork, leaned back against the chair back, legs slightly spread, giving the two feet under the table a larger space to act recklessly.
This action was a silent permission.
Hermione and Janet received this signal almost at the same time.
Their breathing became rapid coincidentally.
Hermione made the next move first.
Her foot stepping on Jerry's thigh exerted slight force with her toes, hooking the heel of the shoe, and then, gently flicked.
The shoe slipped silently from her foot, falling onto the soft carpet without making a sound.
The moment that foot wrapped in light-colored stockings, somewhat deformed due to long confinement in ill-fitting shoes, was liberated, a visible faint white steam puffed out from the stocking fibers, carrying a unique scent mixed with sweat sourness and leather smell after a girl's exercise.
The toes of that foot curled slightly due to long squeezing. At the sole, that light-colored stocking had been completely soaked by sweat, turning into a dark, ambiguous mark.
Immediately after, Hermione used her other shoe-clad foot to push that bare stocking foot toward a higher, more dangerous territory.
Her toes, through that wet, hot, sticky stocking, accurately touched the huge protrusion under the suit trousers, which had long become incredibly hard and hideous in outline due to continuous teasing.
"Mmh..."
Even Jerry, the moment he was touched by those wet, hot, soft toes with sweaty stickiness, couldn't help but let out an extremely slight, suppressed muffled groan from his throat.
Mr. Granger seemed to hear a little sound and looked over in confusion: "What's wrong, Jerry?"
"Nothing, Dad."
Hermione immediately rushed to answer. She picked up the napkin to wipe her mouth, smile impeccable. "I think the turkey is too delicious; Jerry couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, right?"
"Yes, very delicious."
Jerry answered immediately, no flaw visible on his face.
Mr. Granger was immediately convinced by this explanation. He started happily persuading Jerry to eat more again.
And under the table, a crazier game was being staged.
Seeing her daughter's action, a flash of unwillingness to show weakness flashed in Janet's eyes.
She followed suit, using her other foot to hook off the red high heel on her foot.
Unlike Hermione's foot which appeared somewhat wretched due to long walking, Janet's foot was obviously carefully maintained for today's "battle."
That foot wearing red stockings was round and full in shape. Toes painted with bright red nail polish like her hands were faintly visible through that thin layer of stockings.
Although also squeezed by high heels, it showed more of a tempting posture full of mature charm.
Similarly, the moment the shoe fell off, a heat belonging to a mature woman mixed with perfume and sweat also steamed out.
But that shoeless foot didn't touch the core part directly like Hermione's but used a more obscene way, rubbing back and forth with her instep at the base of that huge spear already swollen to the point of exploding.
Squelch... squelch...
Jerry could clearly hear that the prostatic fluid constantly overflowing from the giant object due to excitement had completely wet his underwear and trousers. The sticky liquid made the movements of those two feet smoother and more stimulating.
Every friction was accompanied by faint water sounds that made one blush and heart race.
Jerry's breathing began to become somewhat heavy.
That face which had maintained a gentle smile was also dyed with a faint flush due to the rising desire.
"Jerry, why is your face a bit red?
Is the fireplace too hot?" Mr. Granger finally discovered something wrong sluggishly.
This time, it was Janet who spoke.
"Yes, dear, I also feel a bit hot."
As she spoke, she fanned herself with her hand at her already deep-V neckline. This action made her pair of white giant breasts shake even more violently. "How about... we turn off the TV?
Listening to Christmas music too much is also a bit tiresome."
Saying so, she stood up and walked toward the TV.
When she bent down to press the TV switch, her round buttocks sticking up in the mini skirt were facing Jerry's face without any cover.
That ridiculous, white tail was still swaying slightly.
Just the moment Janet stood up, Hermione's movement became incredibly bold.
Her bare stocking foot was no longer satisfied with scratching the surface.
Her toes hooked and flicked nimbly, actually... unzipping Jerry's trouser zipper directly!
Immediately after, her foot drilled in skillfully and effortlessly through that open fly.
Cold, sticky stockings full of sweat smell directly contacted that huge spear, hot to the touch, covered with coiled veins and shocking in size, for the first time without any barrier.
Too wet.
Too slippery. Too soft.
Hermione's foot was like a slippery snake. Once inside, she immediately used her flexible toes and cold sole to wrap that giant object completely from top to bottom.
That sticky sweat on the stockings became the best lubricant, making Hermione's every entanglement, every wriggle, bring up bursts of thick water sounds that made one's scalp numb.
"How is it, dear?
Cooler now, right?" Janet turned off the TV, straightened up, and walked back with a smile.
When she saw Jerry's expression obviously immersed in desire and nearly losing control, a flash of victory and crazy joy flashed in her eyes.
She knew her chance had come.
Mrs. Granger sat down again. This time, she didn't take off her shoe.
Instead, she extended that foot still wearing the red high heel over as well.
What was she going to do?
Hermione seemed to sense her mother's intention too; a cold light of competition flashed in her eyes.
The movement of her foot became more intense, faster. She used her foot to slide madly up and down on that giant object, trying to send Jerry completely to the clouds before her mother joined.
But it was too late.
Janet's foot wearing the red high heel had already arrived at the edge of the battlefield.
Her target was not that spear completely occupied by Hermione's foot.
But... Jerry's two testicles, swollen due to excitement and hanging heavily in the scrotum.
She extended her foot below those two round balls.
Then, with her slender yet powerful ankle, she hooked gently.
The entire scrotum, along with the two testicles inside, was steadily lifted by her instep.
Then, Mrs. Granger's red high heel with a sharp heel and Hermione's bare, slippery stocking foot formed a perfect "scissor" attacking from above and below!
Above, Hermione's cold, soft, slippery stocking foot, like the most lewd mouth, jerked that thick spear madly.
Below, Mrs. Granger's foot wearing the hard, cold high heel, like the most professional torture tool, cruelly kneaded and played with those two most fragile life roots.
"Ah... mmh..."
Jerry could no longer suppress his voice.
His head tilted back, veins bulging on his neck, mouth slightly open, panting rapidly.
His hands gripped the armrests of the sofa deathly tight, knuckles turning white, seemingly using all his strength to suppress that huge pleasure about to overwhelm reason like a flash flood.
Jerry reached out abruptly, grabbing the wrists of Hermione and Janet's hands placed on the table closest to him respectively.
His strength was amazingly great!
The mother and daughter paused simultaneously. They felt their wrists clamped deathly tight by a pair of iron pincers, unable to move at all.
Under the table, those two feet acting recklessly also stopped instantly due to this sudden change.
"Excuse me for a moment."
Jerry suddenly released the two wrists he had clamped down on. He elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin, and the gentle, polite, and innocent boyish smile returned to his face.
He stood up and said to the bewildered Mr. Granger, "Excuse me, where is the bathroom?"
"Oh, of course, of course! It's... just to the left of the staircase," Mr. Granger pointed the way, speaking enthusiastically.
However, before Mr. Granger could finish, another, even more enthusiastic voice eagerly chimed in.
"I'll take you there, Jerry!"
Mrs. Granger practically catapulted out of her chair.
She adjusted her bunny girl skirt, which was already in disarray, and piled an overly bright smile on her face. "The layout of the house is a bit complicated; I'm afraid you won't find it."
Hermione looked at her mother as if she were watching a clown making a fool of herself, overestimating her own abilities.
Clear red marks left by Jerry's pinch still remained on her wrist, aching faintly.
She knew that in this second round of the war, her mother had already seized the initiative.
"Well... alright then."
Mr. Granger looked at his wife's overly active back and could only smile helplessly. He turned to Hermione and said, "Hermione, your mother is just so enthusiastic.
Come, let's continue, don't let the food get cold."
In the hallway, the dim wall lamps elongated the shadows of the two.
The moment they left the bright lights of the living room, Mrs. Granger's disguise vanished instantly.
She was no longer the enthusiastic hostess but a shark that had smelled blood.
Her steps were urgent, her full buttocks swaying in an exaggerated and lewd arc under the bright red skirt. The fluffy tail bobbed behind her, as if eagerly guiding the way.
She didn't even wait for Jerry but rushed ahead to push open the bathroom door. Then she turned sideways, making a "please" gesture to Jerry, her eyes filled with blatant, undisguised pleading and desire.
Jerry walked with a calm pace into this spacious, bright bathroom paved with black and white checkered tiles.
As soon as he stepped in, Janet impatiently locked the door behind him with a click.
The whole world fell silent instantly, leaving only the increasingly heavy and suggestive breathing between the two.
In the next second, Janet moved.
Mrs. Granger gave Jerry no time to react. She bent down abruptly, hands passing under Jerry's armpits, and with a huge strength full of wildness that was extremely incongruous with her elegant appearance, she directly lifted this "boy" who was more than a head shorter than her!
"Ah!"
Jerry let out a symbolic cry of surprise.
Immediately after, his body was placed heavily on the cold, hard washbasin countertop made of white marble.
This posture instantly reversed the disadvantage caused by height between the two.
Now, Jerry was sitting high, looking down.
And Janet had to look up to see his face.
"Dear Jerry..."
Mrs. Granger knelt on the cold tile floor. She raised her beautiful face, flushed red with excitement and agitation, looking up with fanatical eyes at this overly young "boy" sitting on the washbasin.
That hideous giant object, which had long been teased into iron-hardness by the mother and daughter at the dining table, with a size far exceeding ordinary people, popped out from the confinement of the narrow underwear with a snap following the violent movement.
It was simply too big; rather than an organ, it was more like a weapon of an adult beast.
The small opening at the tip, constantly overflowing with transparent mucus, reflected a lewd and alluring luster under the bright bathroom lights.
The entire giant object, because it had been wrapped by Hermione's stocking feet at the dining table just now, was still stained with the girl's sweat and body fluids, emitting a unique, obscene scent mixed with boyish musk, girlish sweat sourness, and leather smell that drove one crazy.
Janet's breathing stopped completely at that moment.
Mrs. Granger's throat rolled up and down uncontrollably. A stream of scalding, viscous saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth onto her snow-white breasts exposed in large areas due to the deep V design.
Mrs. Granger couldn't wait any longer.
She opened her mouth, painted with bright red lipstick and long thirsty, and swallowed that scalding giant object, still pulsating slightly, fiercely in one bite!
"Mmph! Hah!"
When that scalding, thick giant object carrying a strange fishy smell crashed through her teeth without any buffer, pushed away her soft tongue, and stabbed deep into her throat, Janet let out a vague wail between extreme pain and extreme joy.
Too big!
It was simply too big!
That hideous tip, like a hammer with barbs, hit the soft flesh deepest in her throat, triggering a violent, uncontrollable dry heave! Mrs. Granger's stomach spasmed violently, tears gushing uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes, instantly ruining her exquisite makeup.
But Mrs. Granger did not retreat.
She didn't even have a shred of thought to spit it out!
She gritted her teeth deathly tight, forcing her spasming throat muscles to relax, to adapt, to accept this rough foreign object that didn't belong to her.
Her hands grabbed Jerry's thighs, which appeared somewhat slender due to his youth but had extremely firm muscle lines, deathly tight as if grasping a life-saving straw.
"Oh... oh oh... Mrs. Granger..." Stimulated by this sudden deep throat full of wildness and devouring sensation, Jerry trembled all over. He let out a comfortable sigh from his throat: "You can't do this; I'm your daughter's classmate!"
This sentence was like the fiercest aphrodisiac injected ruthlessly into Mrs. Granger's brain!
In her eyes, a morbid, victorious ecstasy burst out instantly!
Mrs. Granger's movements became crazier and more forceful.
She was no longer passively accepting but actively using all her strength to "eat," to "swallow," to "suck"!
Squelch... squelch... splatter...
In the narrow bathroom, only that sticky, muddy water sound that made one blush remained.
Janet's mouth turned into a most efficient piston full of suction.
Her cheeks sunken deeply due to forceful sucking, lips red and swollen from excessive friction, but she didn't care at all.
Her tongue, like the most nimble octopus tentacle, curled madly around that giant object raging in her mouth and throat, licking every vein and every fold on it carefully, not letting go of any inch.
Mrs. Granger swallowed and spat madly. Every time she swallowed that giant object to the deepest point, her body would tremble violently due to severe dry heaving, and every time she spat it out, that massive tip would bring out a long string of crystal silk threads mixed with saliva and mucus, making a loud, lewd pop sound.
Mrs. Granger's saliva had long flooded, flowing down along the root of that giant object, soaking Jerry's lower abdomen and thigh roots into a muddy mess.
More saliva overflowed from the corners of her mouth which could no longer close completely, dripping onto the snow-white velvet and fluff on her chest, wetting the bright red and pure white fabrics into a dark, ambiguous stain.
However, Jerry seemed not satisfied yet.
A smile of dissatisfaction appeared on the face of this little devil controlling everything.
His stature was indeed much smaller than Janet's.
But this posture also gave Jerry an excellent, creative angle for sadism.
"Look up."
Although puzzled, Mrs. Granger obeyed immediately, raising that face already messed up by tears and saliva, looking at him in confusion.
Jerry didn't explain.
He raised his right foot.
On his foot, he was still wearing those well-made, polished black leather shoes.
Jerry stepped mercilessly with this foot on Janet's pair of plump and fair giant breasts exposed unreservedly to the air due to the deep V design!
"Ah!" Janet let out a cry of surprise.
The cold, hard leather shoe sole pressed ruthlessly on her soft and sensitive breasts through a thin layer of velvet fabric. That feeling full of insult and oppression made Mrs. Granger ashamed almost to the point of wanting to die immediately.
But immediately after, a stronger, morbid excitement replaced that shame.
"Oh oh oh... soft Mrs. Granger... really the best footrest..." Jerry whispered satisfyingly like a devil.
Jerry's foot ground on her breasts lightly and heavily, feeling that amazing softness and elasticity.
"Now... Mrs. Granger!" Jerry's voice became cold and cruel in the next second: "Like just now, open your mouth and... eat, it, for, me."
Looking at the giant object in front of her, which had become even more hideous and terrifying due to congestion after a short rest, and feeling the irresistible huge pressure from the small foot on her chest, Mrs. Granger instantly understood Jerry's intention.
Without any hesitation, Mrs. Granger opened her mouth again.
This time, she was more proactive and crazier than before.
And Jerry cooperated with her.
Just as Mrs. Granger swallowed that giant object into her mouth, the foot he stepped on her chest stomped down abruptly!
Thud!
This stomp was solid, using his full body weight!
Janet's body sank abruptly under this huge force, her whole person almost lying on the ground.
And this action also made the giant object in her mouth stab fiercely and irresistibly into the deepest part of her throat with unprecedented, terrifying depth!
"Ugh... ack... ugh ugh ugh..."
Janet let out heart-wrenching dry heaving sounds as if she would suffocate and die in the next second.
Her eyes rolled up instantly due to lack of oxygen, limbs twitching uncontrollably, hands clawing at the cold tile floor deathly tight, yet she was unaware.
Jerry seemed to enjoy her painful struggling appearance on the verge of death very much.
The foot stepping on her chest began to rise and fall with a very rhythmic, stable frequency.
Every stomp down would stab that giant object deeper and harder into Mrs. Granger's throat.
Every lift up would give Mrs. Granger a trace of precious breathing space to linger on.
"Oh oh oh... Mrs. Granger... your throat is so tight... so good... take it obediently for me!"
"Quick... quicker... Jerry... I... I can't take it..."
Janet whimpered and begged for mercy with all her strength in an extremely short gap for breath.
Mrs. Granger felt her throat had been fucked completely numb and lost sensation by that thick thing. Her stomach churned. Mrs. Granger could even feel her tear ducts and nasal cavity transmitting bursts of huge pressure because her throat was completely blocked.
"Oh oh oh... feeding you full right now... Mrs. Granger!" Stimulated by her humble begging appearance, Jerry became even more excited.
His round, perky buttocks thrust madly and quickly. That giant object rammed madly in her narrow, warm mouth and throat with unprecedented speed and power!
Finally, accompanied by his low beast-like roar of venting, the foot he stepped on her chest stomped down fiercely for the last and heaviest time!
That massive, hideous tip pressed against the deepest part of her throat.
Immediately after, the tip opened wide!
Thick, sticky white liquid, scalding like magma, sprayed out continuously like a fire hydrant with the valve opened, carrying huge impact force!
"Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh... pfft... gulp..."
Mrs. Granger choked on this sudden, surging torrent so much that she couldn't even utter the last plea for mercy.
She felt her entire esophagus and stomach instantly filled by this scalding liquid full of life breath.
However, the spraying had not stopped!
The overflowing body fluid began to flow back up from her stomach.
Streams of turbid body fluid overflowed madly from the corners of Mrs. Granger's mouth which could no longer close, flowing down madly like white waterfalls between her lips, completely soaking the already soiled clothes on Mrs. Granger's chest in a white, sticky ocean.
Even so, a considerable part of the body fluid still had nowhere to go.
"Don't shoot... don't shoot... woo woo... ack... pfft! Pfft!"
Just as Janet wanted to beg Jerry for mercy, she felt two uncontrollable huge pressures rushing fiercely toward her tear ducts and nasal cavity.
Accompanied by a few violent, uncontrollable coughs from her.
Two thin white streams of liquid actually sprayed out from her nostrils simultaneously!
At this moment, this housewife who was noble and elegant not long ago completely turned into a most lowly container with "liquid" flowing from seven apertures, used to carry and vent desire.
Jerry finally finished venting.
He leaned weakly against the cold washbasin, enjoying the huge afterglow after orgasm as if his soul had been emptied.
The foot Jerry stepped on Janet's chest also slowly relaxed its force.
Jerry pulled that giant object, which was already somewhat soft but still shocking in size, out of Mrs. Granger's mouth.
Pop!
Accompanied by a loud sound full of sticky water vapor, that huge spear still covered in saliva and body fluid finally left the warm nest it had ravaged for a long time.
A wisp of white thread, thick as yogurt, mixed with Mrs. Granger's saliva and body fluid, appeared between Mrs. Granger's lips and his tip. With the withdrawal of his spear, it was pulled longer and longer in mid-air, finally breaking into two with a snap, dripping onto Janet's beautiful face which appeared somewhat dull due to lack of oxygen and excessive stimulation.
"Cough cough... cough cough cough cough... hah... hah..."
Janet finally managed to breathe.
Mrs. Granger collapsed on the cold floor like a dying fish thrown on shore, coughing violently to cough out the liquid remaining in her trachea while breathing fresh air greedily in big mouthfuls.
On Mrs. Granger's face, hair, and clothes, it was all that white, sticky liquid belonging to that boy mixed with her saliva and tears. Her whole person was wretched to the extreme, and also lewd to the extreme.
Mrs. Granger bent down, coughing several times, spitting all the body fluid in her mouth and nostrils into the white filth on the ground.
Then, Mrs. Granger slowly raised her head, staring infatuatedly at the boy who was paralyzed on the washbasin, almost sunk in, face full of satisfaction and fatigue, with a pair of eyes that had long become silky and lost all focus. She complained in a voice hoarse beyond recognition, carrying crying tones and infinite grievance:
"Jerry... you... do you want to... choke your classmate's mother to death?"
"Classmate's mother?"
Jerry chuckled lightly. That laughter was filled with the crisp texture unique to teenagers, but the content was cruel as a devil's whisper.
Jerry slid down slowly from that cold marble washbasin, barefoot stepping on the cold black and white checkered tiles messed up by Janet's body fluid.
The fatigue after the afterglow didn't seem to stay on Jerry for more than ten seconds.
That huge spear which had just finished venting and softened slightly in size, upon contacting the cold air, became engorged, expanded, and high-spirited again at an amazing speed visible to the naked eye.
Like an insatiable, awakening beast, Jerry's tip, which still had residual white liquid, dripped fresh and transparent mucus again, as if announcing the start of the next hunt.
Mrs. Granger collapsed on the ground, haven't fully recovered from the overwhelming pleasure that almost suffocated her to death just now, and saw this incredible scene in horror.
Mrs. Granger's body reacted instinctively faster than her brain.
An uncontrollable, stronger heat flow gushed out instantly from the depths of her lower abdomen, causing her private garden, already a muddy mess, to erupt with a shameful flood again.
"Would a classmate's mother kneel on the ground like you, eating the thing her daughter's classmate uses to pee until it sprays out of her own nose?"
Jerry walked slowly to her, looking down at her.
He extended that small foot wearing exquisite leather shoes, using the polished toe to gently, insultingly lift Janet's beautiful chin stained with filth.
"Hmm?
My dear... Mrs. Granger?
Classmate's mom?"
Mrs. Granger was ashamed to show her face by his words, but the morbid desire completely ignited deep in her body made her unable to say a word of rebuttal.
She could only look up at this young devil who controlled her everything with watery eyes that had lost focus, full of pleading.
Jerry seemed very satisfied with Mrs. Granger's humble and submissive appearance.
He bent down like an experienced veteran, extending that hand full of aggression inconsistent with his age, grabbing Janet's buttocks, which appeared even more perky, round, and full due to the kneeling posture, through that thin layer of bright red suspender stockings soaked with body fluid.
That feel was so amazing.
Through the fabric of the stockings, Jerry could clearly feel the excellent touch of the firm and elastic mature flesh underneath.
Jerry kneaded forcefully and unceremoniously, feeling that piece of soft fat changing various shapes between his fingers.
Jerry's finger even slid down viciously along the crack between those two butt cheeks, accurately finding that tail invaded by the anal plug foreign object, which had become unusually sensitive and slippery, and pressed down lightly yet heavily through that thin layer of stockings.
"Ah... mmh..." Stimulated by this sudden touch, Mrs. Granger trembled all over, letting out an unsuppressable sweet moan carrying crying tones from her throat. Mrs. Granger's waist softened instantly, whole person lying prone forward, arms supporting weakly on the ground. That posture made her already perky buttocks stick up higher, more convenient for the person behind to play with.
"See, your body is much more honest than your mouth."
Jerry's other hand wasn't idle either. He reached around to her front, probing into the deep V neckline already wet by his own body fluid, completely taking out that huge breast, which he had stepped on and still bore a shoe print, from that ridiculous Santa girl bodysuit.
That blindingly white huge breast, due to the intense exercise just now and Mrs. Granger's excitement, had its small nipple at the top already hard as stone, presenting a tempting, ripe pink color.
Jerry lowered his head, like tasting dessert after a meal, opened his mouth, and took that hard nipple into his mouth, grinding and biting it lightly with his teeth.
"No... Jerry... not here..."
The double pleasure like electric shocks coming wave after wave from her body finally allowed Mrs. Granger to recover a shred of reason. Mrs. Granger twisted her body, trying to avoid this boy devil's endless teasing and violation, her voice thick with nasal tones and trembling due to passion.
"We... we've been out too long... will be... will be discovered by my husband... Hermione's father... he... he's still outside..."
These words of Mrs. Granger, rather than refusal, were more like adding fuel to the fire.
That posture of half-refusing half-welcoming, that expression exceptionally moving due to the intertwining of fear and excitement, that extreme thrill of having an affair on the edge of a cliff, made the dark red flame in Jerry's eyes burn even more vigorously.
"Discovered?" Jerry released his mouth; a crystal saliva connected his lips and her nipple ravaged to redness.
He smiled, a smile full of disdain and absolute control: "Isn't that better?
'Classmate's Mom'!
Don't you want to let him see what his noble, dignified, always proper wife looks like now, shameless for another man's thing?"
"No! No!" Mrs. Granger was scared pale by his vicious words. She shook her head desperately, tears gushing out again: "Please... Jerry... please... can't let him see... we can... we can go somewhere else... to my bedroom... or... or wait until he falls asleep... anything is fine... just not here... can't be discovered by him..."
While speaking, Mrs. Granger turned her head, constantly kissing Jerry's hand still wreaking havoc on her voluptuous buttocks with that face stained with tears, saliva, and mucus, messy yet exceptionally bewitching, like kissing a king's scepter.
That humble, begging, yet tempting posture finally made Jerry change his mind.
He wasn't afraid of being discovered.
He just felt that Mrs. Granger's proposal seemed... to bring more, more interesting ways to play.
"Alright."
Jerry finally released his hand and straightened up.
He looked at Janet kneeling prone on the ground, covered in wretchedness but showing an expression of being granted amnesty because of his "mercy," the corner of his mouth hooking into a cruel arc.
"Since you said so... then you decide the location for the 'second half' of our game."
Jerry paused, hooking her chin with his toe again, forcing her to look at his giant object becoming hideous again, saying word by word:
"But, before that... you have to clean up this mess you made for me here... completely."
He pointed to the white filth on the ground mixed with saliva, tears, and mucus.
Jerry's voice carried no emotion: "Classmate's Mom!
Not a single drop is allowed to remain!
Otherwise, I'll go tell on you!"
"No... cannot!"