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Department of Housewife Health and Happiness: Chapter 5
🕑 Added 2025-11-05 06:46:05 +0000 UTCChapter 5
To Please a Milf
“Please, go ahead,” Harry invited. “Take a closer look— they don’t bite. I hope you won’t either.”
Anastacia Greengrass looked nervous. Her shame at being caught peeping hung in a red haze on her cheeks. With deliberate movements, she got up on her knees and closed the small distance between her and the virile manhoods facing her. She had to waddle as she went, since her panties were still looped around her knees. Anastacia touched Harry’s tip with one finger, recoiling when she felt how wet it was. She leaned over to Ron’s next, drawing air in through her nostrils. The smell made her moan. When she caught herself, her blush worsened.
“Please, don’t mind us,” Harry said, smirking playfully. “Enjoy yourself. You deserve a treat, putting up with those brats.”
“My daughters aren’t bad!” Anastacia said.
Harry just smiled at her. “You’re a good mother.” He ran his hand along the side of her head. “A good woman, too…”
Anastacia shivered. How long had it been since she was treated like this? Had it ever happened? Her late husband had been a pureblood from the same circles as the husbands of her daughters, and it was clear to see how they had been treated. Draco’s inadequacy forced his wife to make a run for it, meanwhile Nott had proved impotent and inconsiderate. A true losing combination.
Anastacia spread her lips and leaned her head forward. Her first lick along Ron’s cock made her close her eyes in ecstasy. She went to Harry next, sliding him inside her mouth first, then deep into her throat. She made an attempt to swallow all of him, closing her eyes as she did so. When she was halfway down, she cracked her eyes open, clearly thinking she must have been close. When she saw how much she still had to go, she recoiled.
Instead of giving up, Anastacia went at it again, taking him deeper this time. While she sucked on Harry, she put her fingers around Ron’s shaft, pumping them up and down. She was good at handjobs. Her mouth was adept, too. She just wasn’t used to handling equipment of this size.
“Just like that, Anastacia,” Harry said. “Let it all out.”
Her pussy was dripping from the way she’d been touching herself, back when she was spying. Harry saw strands hanging down between her crotch, dripping to create a dark spot in the middle of her pushed-down white panties. After pumping her hand on Ron’s cock a number of times, she disengorged Harry’s manhood and changed targets.
As soon as Anastacia stopped sucking on Harry, her left hand gave Harry the treatment Ron had been getting. She moved her hand from his base to his tip, pumping it time and time again. The spit she’d left along him seamlessly mixed with what accumulated from Astoria’s pussy. Together, they left Harry slippery and slobbery enough for her hand to move with no friction.
Ron’s cock was shorter and thicker than Harry’s. Anastacia was able to get to his base in just three tries. When she did, Harry saw her neck bulge. Her throat was so full that she could only sneak breaths through her nose. Anastacia shut her eyes, relishing the feeling of a dick thick enough to block her air. When she started bobbing her head again, she did so faster, her movements carrying an extra hunger.
She switched back to Harry. Anastacia was clearly determined to master Harry’s cock. She pushed herself harder, until tears crept out of the corners of her eyes. The goal was to get to the end of Harry’s manhood and kiss the spot where it sprouted from his crotch. In pursuit of that, she gagged and, occasionally, giggled. She looked like a woman possessed, impaling her throat on such a stiff spear.
“Merlin… Her fingers are faster than a Firebolt!” Ron gasped.
He was starting to go a little bit cross-eyed over how well his mini-Ron was being treated. Anastacia had a certain flicking motion to the way she moved her hands that twisted the shaft, doubling the sensation. Ron closed one eye and Harry chuckled. If George could see him making such a goofy face, he’d have snapped a picture and blackmailed his brother for life.
“I can help, if you want,” Harry gently told Anastacia.
She looked up at him. She, too, had gone somewhat cross-eyed, but it was only to look at Harry’s face from the awkward angle directly below him.
Harry had been stroking the side of her dirty blond hair ever since he complimented her as a woman. Harry gently, gradually, moved his hand from the side of her head to the back of it. He cocked his head to ask a silent question. Anastacia thought about it for a handful of seconds.
She nodded, bobbing Harry’s member with the motion.
Instead of shoving like a brute, Harry gave her head a measured push. He moved her forward just enough to help her reach her goal. When Anastacia’s lipstick imprinted on Harry’s pelvis, matting down a few pubic hairs in the process, he saw her eyes fill not just with tears, but with pride, too.
“Holy hell!” Ron exclaimed.
It wasn’t a reaction to Anastacia’s oral triumph. Instead, he was shouting about the way her fingers had triumphed over him.
All that slick, smooth pumping tugged Ron to completion. His load shot over Anastacia’s shoulder, hitting the carpet and starting to sink in.
“We can’t be wasting that,” Harry told his partner. “We’re on the clock.”
The admonishment would’ve worked better if, at that same time, Harry didn’t feed Anastacia a thick load. Just seconds after she managed to engulf his manhood without leaving anything out, Harry’s balls sent their fruit down her throat. The taste made Anastacia’s body tremble, reacting with a wave of want.
“That’s not going to get her pregnant either, is it mate?” Ron said.
“Hey, we all make mistakes,” Harry said innocently.
Anastacia leaned back, moving her mouth off of the boys. She kneeled and panted, her tongue out slightly as she sucked in the breaths she’d been denied while working. Her hair had become frizzy at the back where Harry’s fingers touched. Her robes were still hiked up above her crotch, while all the quick movements her torso had made caused their neckline to sink, expanding the cleavage on display. It was obvious where Daphne inherited her breasts from… and what genes hadn’t quite made it to Astoria’s side of the family.
Harry stood Anastacia up. Ron moved around behind her at the same time. Her legs were weak at first, on account of her light-headedness, but there were four strong arms to hold her up.
Harry and Ron pinned her between them, Ron stepping close behind her while Harry pushed against her front. While Ron nipped at the back of Abastacia’s neck, starting to pull her robes down, Harry reached down her shirt slightly to grasp her breasts. Anastacia threw her head back, pressing her scalp into Ron’s shoulder. She moaned out loud and shifted her hips side to side when necessary, letting her robes fall.
“You’re beautiful,” Harry said, squeezing her chest through her bra. “How old are you?”
“F-Forty.”
“You don’t look it!” Ron followed his words up by nipping her neck in a new place.
“You could pass for your daughters’ older sister,” Harry said.
“You’re just—” Anastacia paused, making a trembling noise when she felt her bra unlatch behind her back. “—saying that!”
“No, no, we mean it,” Harry said. “We’ve seen a lot of witches. If I didn’t mean what I was saying, I would never waste my time doing this.”
The moment Anastacia’s bra was loose, Harry pulled it forward, throwing it behind himself. Her nipples were sharp and protruding, hardened by prolonged arousal. He squeezed her areolas between his thumb and index fingers, running his tongue along the nubs. Harry flicked them up and down with the tip of his tongue, listening to Anastacia’s breathing quicken.
Her robes were already on the floor. Ron reached around her hips, running his fingers across her crotch. The digits dove under her panties and reached what was underneath, playing a tune with Anastacia’s entrance. She started to moan, not just pant. Her thighs flexed as every muscle inside her legs tensed at once.
Harry looked her in the eyes with her nipple between his teeth and decided the time was right.
He let go of her breasts, getting ahold of her panties. Dropping to his knees, Harry pulled the panties down as he went. When they were on the floor, he grabbed Anastacia’s ankles, one at a time, and guided them up, helping her step out of the last part of her outfit. Anastacia caught him looking at her hairy crotch, a mess of brownish-gold hairs shrouding her slit itself.
“I didn’t expect anyone to see me there…” she moaned. “If I’d known, I would’ve shaved—”
Ron’s fingers sped up. There was a sloshing sound as Anastacia’s insides were penetrated, repeatedly, at a fast rate. Apologizing became the last thing on her mind.
“That’s much better,” Ron said. “Like we’ll be bothered by a little hair!”
Harry stood up. He put his hands onto Anastacia’s hips, stepping forward. Ron did the same thing behind her. Sandwiched between them, Anastacia was lifted into the air. Ron put his arms around her neck in the style of an embrace, rather than a choke. Harry held her sides tightly. Their cocks pushed against Anastacia’s holes— for Harry her pussy, for Ron her ass.
Anastacia wiggled to get comfortable. There wasn’t a lot of room for her to move. Her tits were smashed against Harry’s pecs while her shoulder blades were digging into Ron’s chest. When she touched Harry’s stomach for stability, her hands came down on the sides of his abs. She was stuck… Which might explain the smile that formed.
“You boys are treating me so well,” Anastacia said.
“Just doing our jobs, ma’am,” Harry said.
He thrust forward. Ron did the same on the opposite side. Anastacia was pierced, two thick cocks ramming her at opposite upward angles. When she was filled, her eyes expanded.
“Merlin!” screamed the usually-contained mother of two. She sucked in deep breaths; as deep as she was able to, crammed between the two young men. Soon, she was moving her body up and down in small ways, little things that let Harry and Ron get deeper inside of her. Harry couldn’t speak for Ron, but his tip was already reaching Anastacia’s womb. He smiled.
“Enjoying yourself, I hope?” Harry asked.
Anastacia’s blue eyes were full of energy. “It’s like I cast a spell for the first time!”
Her voice had become a howl. On the inside, Anastacia was shaking. Her pussy was wet and tight in a way that made Harry struggle to tell when she was cumming. The best method, he found, was to listen to her breaths. When Anastacia’s gasps hitched, it was a sign she’d climaxed. Harry felt discharge running down his balls, dripping onto the floor. Ron was sheathing himself in her arse hard enough to make her cheeks sound like a drum. Anastacia grabbed Harry’s arm, digging her fingers into his bicep. She reached her other hand up, bending the elbow like a chicken wing, grabbing onto Ron’s shoulder and groping his delt. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back slightly, sucking in all the air her lungs could take.
Harry surprised her by grabbing her breasts. He went back to biting them, just the way he’d done before, now doing so without slowing his hips. Anastacia titled her leaned-back head to the side. Like a vampire lunging out of the shadows, Ron sank his teeth into the exposed flesh. While he sucked her neck and Harry slurped on her nipples, Anastacia went through her harshest orgasm yet. This one, Harry could feel without listening to her breathing. Her entire pussy spasmed and squeezed him with considerable might.
“That’s a sign of approval if I’ve ever felt one,” Harry said.
“I guess all that’s left is to finish the job,” Ron said, separating his mouth from Anastacia’s neck. A stark hickey stood out where his teeth had been.
“I should do that, shouldn’t I?” Harry said. “Anastacia?”
She was barely in her right mind, almost overcome by the experience of getting double-teamed. After a long lag, she hissed an answer. “Yes, Harry?”
Harry smiled at her. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against Anastacia’s, looking into her eyes. The moment of intimacy made Anastacia go through a small, follow-up climax. Harry tightened his grip on her hips.
“Start thinking of baby names,” he whispered.
Her eyes rolled into her head when Harry’s seed shot out inside of her, followed a handful of seconds later by Ron filling her arse. Anastacia’s legs stuck out straight, parallel with the floor, while her toes curled, a plaintive wail leaving her mouth. She orgasmed so hard that her strength faded. Her tense muscles went limp and refused to work. She basically melted against Harry and Ron, relying on their muscular bodies to hold her up.
Anastacia started to giggle. Her eyelids were hanging over half of her eyes. When she spoke, her voice sounded inebriated.
“I hope it’s a boy,” she slurred. “I always… wanted one of those…”
She passed out in Harry and Ron’s arms.
O-O-O
It was almost an hour later when Harry reached home. Cleaning the Greengrass women up and getting them settled in their beds hadn’t been an easy task. Astoria hadn’t been able to look Harry in the eyes, but that didn’t stop her from insisting he meet with her again in a week’s time, just in case he “Did it wrong.”
The fact that she wanted a rematch on her mattress wasn’t lost on Harry, but he let her keep her supposed dignity in-tact.
“I’m home, Honey!” Harry said.
Only, when he walked into his living room, he found that his wife wasn’t alone. Her best friend was sitting next to her on the couch, looking every bit as attractive as she did the last time Harry saw her. Which happened to be with his cock in her mouth.
“Hello Harry,” Luna said. “You look particularly dinghy tonight.”
She pronounced it the way you’d describe a small boat. Harry had never heard the word in this context, but it wouldn’t be the first time Luna coined a new word to capture her feelings. “Why thank you,” Harry said, because it was most likely a complement.
“You’re very welcome,” Luna said.
Harry looked between her and his wife. Although they were both fully dressed, that could change quickly. He ran a quick mental inspection of himself and deemed, in the end, that he wasn’t quite out of steam.
“It’s been a long day, but I probably have a round in me, maybe two—”
“Luna’s only here to talk today, Harry,” Ginny said. Rather than disappointment, Harry felt somewhat relieved. His balls were certainly thankful.
“What is there to talk about?” Harry asked.
Ginny smiled, looking an awful lot like her older brother did when a prank was imminent. Harry knew that look. It meant she was hatching a plot.
“Do you ever talk to Cho?” Ginny asked innocently.
