Mago, bruja y viuda

Ah! Ah, yes! Yes, Harry, that's so good! Keep going like this! Natasha Romanoff bit her lip, her jealousy and lust canceling out her common sense as she approached the closed door behind which her adopted son was fucking his girlfriend. Natasha liked Wanda Maximoff, really liked her. The girl had found herself in London, trying to forge a new life after Hydra had experimented on her and her brother (who hadn't been lucky enough to escape with his sister). The girl quickly became friends with Harry, and Natasha also liked him immediately. In many ways, Wanda's life story reminded her of her younger self, and Harry probably felt the same about the life he'd lived before she found him alone under the rain. Maybe that was what attracted the younger woman to her adopted son, or maybe it was simply how jodidly sexy he was (in Natasha's opinion). Whatever it was, Wanda had invited him out a few months ago. Harry had come to Natasha for help on how to disappoint her gently without losing their close friendship. When Natasha made him admit that he probably would have accepted his feelings and gone out with her if not for his illicit love relationship with the woman who raised him, it surprised him by encouraging him to do so. He didn't have any good reason to reject her since he couldn't exactly say he was screwing his adoptive mother, and since they could never be together publicly, she didn't see any reason why he shouldn't go out with a girl he honestly liked and was attracted to. And besides, it wasn't like she was abandoning him. They had continued their own secret relationship behind closed doors. So good! You're jodiéndome so well! However, there was a problem with that. His new girlfriend quickly monopolized all his time. For a woman who was used to being the center of her life, especially during the last year after he admitted his feelings and became much more than mother and son, it had become harder than she expected. She would back up and observe how another girl entered and occupied a place so prominent in her life. There was no doubt; Natasha was jealous. She wanted Harry's eyes on her again, wanted his cock inside her again, wanted to fuck him whenever she wanted without having to compete for his attention. But she didn't want to ruin what she had found with Wanda. The mother in her, who wanted the best for her adopted son, would never dream of taking away the happiness he had found. But the woman in her, who had become so irremediably addicted to his cock, wasn't going to accept being left out in the cold any longer. She stayed outside Harry's door for a few more seconds, observing, listening, waiting for the right moment. And as soon as she heard Wanda's screams reach a decibel higher, Natasha turned the handle and entered her son's room. Oh God, it's so good, so good! Wanda was babbling, her chest pulsating and her half-closed eyes while Harry fucked her to a satisfying climax. Natasha knew the feeling well and what it did to her, and she trusted that it would have a similar effect on Wanda. She would need all the help she could get to achieve it. Hey, Mom? Harry was confused but didn't pretend not to be fascinated by his naked body. Do you know I'm not alone here? Wanda's eyes opened and looked at Natasha as if she thought her mind might be playing a bad trick on her. It was understandable; the very same Natasha had been fucked many times until stupor by her son's cock. That's why There had been chosen that exact moment to enter. 'Mmm? Natacha?' she murmured. She put her hand on her sweaty forehead and rubbed her temple. 'What's going on...?' Her reaction would have been very different and much stronger if she had had a clear head, Natasha was sure. That was what made this the perfect moment to attack. She entered while her head was still in the clouds, and by the time she could think rationally again, she would be too caught up in pleasure to leave. 'I'm tired of being left out in the cold, Harry', said Natasha simply. 'Your mother is feeling lonely and needs your cock'. 'Come here.' Harry's eyes were cloudy with lust as he looked at his mother's naked body. She had thought he might need a little more convincing, just because of the risk they were taking and how radically they were altering everything, but she should have known better. It was him who started all this in the first place, he who confessed his feelings for the woman who had adopted him and convinced her to have sex with him. Of course, he would be open to this. Probably he had had fantasies of fucking his mother and new girlfriend at the same time. There was no way he could let an opportunity like this pass. She happily crawled onto the bed as Harry pulled out his cock from his exhausted girlfriend and turned her over on her back. Natasha got excited noticing that he was still hard. 'Come and get between her legs', she said, directing Natasha's attention to Wanda. The younger woman looked up at her from between her legs, blinking when Natasha got down on her knees and spread her legs even wider. Natasha didn't need to be told what to do. She began to lick Wanda's pussy immediately. She wanted to be a good mother slut for Harry and keep her girlfriend trapped in the vague pleasure that was currently making her so delirious and unquestionable before this madness, but Nor was there any doubt about the truth that she wanted to try the other woman too. The flavor of Wanda did not disappoint. After giving her first lighter licks to the younger woman's vaginal lips, Natasha opened her up, buried her face between the woman's thighs and started eating her seriously. Wanda moaned and without thinking, jutted her hips against Natasha's face, probably too horny and out of it to care that it was her adopted mother's boyfriend's lover who was licking her while her lips and tongue continued to do their job. It had been years since Natasha had fallen on a woman, but she hadn't lost a single ounce of her old technique. She moved her tongue from side to side, without giving Wanda even a moment to try to recover control of her mind or senses. The haze definitely hadn't cleared; she grabbed Natasha's long red hair, threw her head back and moaned like an animal as she received her pleasure. She had to be experiencing sensory overload, being devoured like this just after having been led to an incredible orgasm by Harry and his big cock.
Natasha's body tensed when she felt Harry's hands on her hips and his cock head pressing against her pussy, but she continued to concentrate on giving her girlfriend the best cunnilingus she could. Even when her son pushed forward and buried his cock inside her, she didn't cease her oral efforts in the slightest. It was a more daunting task than she would have expected. She knew another woman's body, and it wasn't like she wasn't used to being fucked by Harry's big cock, even if she hadn't been receiving it as often lately as she would have liked. However, dealing with both at once was a challenge even for the Black Widow. Harry knew exactly what she needed without her having to ask and gave it to her. He didn't waste time wandering around here; he fucked her with deep and forceful thrusts from the start. The thwap thwap thwap of his hips hitting her round ass with each thrust mixed well with Wanda's incoherent babbling and senseless moans, creating great pleasure for Natasha's ears. It had been a long time since she heard something that sounded so erotic and carnal, especially because it was coming from both ends of her body. However, the soundtrack couldn't compare to the pure physical pleasure she was getting, the pleasure only her son could give her. Years had passed since any man other than him had fucked her, and if she got hers, no other man would ever do so again. No one had ever fucked her as well or adjusted her as perfectly. He was her man, and this was his cock pushing so deeply inside her that made her feel things she had never felt before. He was hers and she would never let him go. However, it didn't matter to share him, at least not with this nice and charming girl who meant so much to him and who She knew it so sweet in her language. It was only through serious and concentrated effort that Natasha could maintain the rhythm and not falter during cunnilingus, but she was committed to giving Wanda the best of herself. That wasn't just because she wanted to keep pushing pleasure towards her to be able to focus on nothing else when she remembered this night, but also because she simply wanted to make the other woman happy. She liked Wanda and what's more important, she made her son happy and that made him happy, so she wanted to do her part to make her girlfriend happy too. Even with Harry's big cock pounding away inside her, hitting her needy pussy and giving her the ride she hadn't had enough of during the last months, she still didn't neglect Wanda. She continued with her tongue and also involved her fingers, rubbing her and putting her fingers in to touch her softly. Unlike the unfortunate finger poke Harry tried to give her on their first time, Natasha knew exactly what she was doing here. She searched for Wanda's G-spot and caressed it with two fingers, which made the younger woman's babbling become even stronger and harder to understand. When she combined this with making circles around her clitoris with her tongue, Wanda's hips lifted off the bed and her legs wrapped around Natasha's head. There was a reason why Natasha suddenly increased her efforts to please Wanda. She wanted to make sure the other woman had a second orgasm and didn't know how much concentration she could give when her own orgasm arrived, and she could feel it rising up inside her in very little time. She knew it wouldn't be long; She was racing against the clock and her own body, trying to make Wanda moan, scream, and squirt before Harry's big cock forced her to do the same. She was close, but between her tongue on her clitoris and her fingers curving inwards and caressing Wanda's G-spot, Natasha achieved her goal. It was Wanda who came first, twisting on the bed while being led to her second orgasm (and those were only the ones Natasha had really heard. Who knew what Harry had done before she got home?) With hope, Wanda was a squirter. She also screamed, of course, but Nat already knew. After all, she had heard her cry many times since joining with Harry. However, this was the first time she had heard it so close and, obviously, the first time she was responsible for it. Looking up and seeing her beautiful face contort as she reached her climax was very entertaining, just like listening to her scream with such force that Natasha was sure her voice would be hoarse the next day. She could understand why Harry couldn't get enough of her. However, she couldn't get enough of her adoptive mother, something for which Natasha was eternally grateful. Her cock crashed deeply against her and constantly rubbed her G-spot during its journeys in and out of her. She had felt the pressure building up inside her and had been fighting it in her attempt to make Wanda come first, and now that she had succeeded she had no qualms about giving in, letting herself be carried away and enjoying the thrill of being fucked until the end by Harry's perfect cock. She wanted to moan, scream, let him know how much she loved him, but her face was still buried between Wanda's thighs. Her legs were still squeezing his neck and holding her in place, so Natasha couldn't move anywhere, and any attempt to talk to her son would have been stifled by her girlfriend's pussy. She was sure he still knew how much she enjoyed it anyway. How could he not, with how desperate she always was for his cock and how strong he always made her come? Maybe he couldn't hear her Scream with pleasure at the sky, but there was no way for it to pass by the way she squeezed around his penis and made his thrusts even stronger. Harry was observant and had trained her to make him go from being a talented but inexperienced virgin to an experienced lover who could give her everything she needed, now also Wanda. What Natasha needed from him at that moment was a good, hard, and direct fuck, and he had given it to her with abundance. Just as Natasha had surrendered once she had made Wanda have an orgasm, Harry also relaxed after feeling his adoptive mother's pussy contract around his cock. However, relaxing might not have been the best word for that, because his hips actually accelerated and hit his buttocks even harder now. What he was doing was letting go of the reins he had over his control and giving her everything he had in the name of coming as soon as possible. It didn't take long. After a few more deep and forceful thrusts, he pushed his cock all the way to the bottom of her, so deeply that his balls pressed against her backside, and shot his semen inside her. Natasha, who hadn't felt him fill her in almost an entire week, moaned in her girlfriend's pussy. She couldn't get pregnant, but it didn't mean that the instinctive desire to be reproduced didn't make it even hotter when he invited her to a creampie. Good, Harry began, sounding at least slightly out of breath. That was almost all my sexual fantasies from the last few months, all together. He pulled his cock out of Natasha and she turned over on her back after finally taking Wanda's legs off her neck. She sat down and smiled at her son, who was sitting on his heels and wiping his sweaty face. Really, Harry? she asked. She shook her head and made a '... slap. 'Is that the best you can do? I'm ashamed of your lack of creativity.' 'Excuse me?' He raised his eyebrows and looked at her fixedly as if she were saying nonsense. 'I simply screwed my girlfriend and then screwed my adoptive mother from behind while she was eating said girlfriend. How is that not creative? It sounds like the plot of a porn movie on a damn fetishist website!'
“Of course yes”. Natasha shrugged her shoulders, indifferent. “But is that really all you can think of? Come on, Harry. There's much more we can do together. The three of us, of course.” “The three of us?” he repeated. “Does this mean it wasn't something unique?” He couldn't hide how hopeful he was and that made her smile. I suppose it really depends on you and your girlfriend, she said. “But I know my situation. It's a mess having to hide what I feel for you. We've always dealt with that since we got together, but I had to hold back from throwing myself at you even more now that Wanda is in the picture”. I didn't know, he started, but she interrupted him immediately. “Don't blame yourself or her”, she hurried to say. “You encouraged me to accept my feelings and I'm glad I did. She's great and I can see how happy it makes you. Never regretted telling you to say yes. It's just a mess, don't you know? Having to spend more time hiding what I really feel for you and what I want to do to you?” “That's right”, he agreed, nodding. “But the slut is already out, isn't she? We have nothing left to hide from her. And now that all our secrets are out between us three, think about all the different things we could try together.” Mmm. She closed her eyes and a dreamy smile appeared on her face. “Yes, I can see it. Definitely I can see it. And you, Wanda? I know this is crazy and came out of nowhere, but what...” You'll have to ask her later, Harry. Natasha turned her head over her shoulder, where Wanda was with her arms extended and fell onto the bed. You've ruined my life, at least for now. “You helped”, she pointed out. “You were responsible for her last orgasm. I can even see some of the evidence on your face”. She leaned in and licked his cheeks, and Natasha laughed. It was the first time her son had licked the remains of his girlfriend's orgasm to get rid of the face, but she was seriously expecting it not to be the last one. -- omake 'Is tonight? No, Ron. I don't think I can manage it'. Ron Weasley screamed into the phone, but not because he was angry. He simply didn't know how to use the muggle device correctly. Harry made a face and took the phone off his ear before his friend could blow his eardrums out. Ron continued talking, or rather screaming, but Harry wasn't paying attention. The phone hung limp in one hand, and with the other he pushed away from his eyes the long red locks of Natasha's hair as she sucked him off in their shared bedroom. He swore that his mother somehow improved every time she gave him a blow job, and this time she hadn't done anything to change that perception. She moved her head smoothly over his length, took him in her throat with little effort, turned her tongue around his length and also played with his balls. Natasha Romanoff was an expert at sucking cocks, especially hers. And her continuous demonstration of skill was even more impressive considering she had many things to distract her. Her girlfriend, Wanda Maximoff, was kneeling behind Natasha and licking her pussy at the same time as the redhead sucked her cock. Wanda hadn't been a great cunt-eater when they started this erotic arrangement, but that was to be expected. At first neither had been a good cocksucker; She hadn't had much sexual experience to talk about before starting to date Harry. But just as she had improved in that thanks to much practice with him as a very willing subject, Natasha also taught her the art of cunnilingus. Wanda was surprised at first, once she woke up and recovered from the orgasmic coma that he and his mother had sent her into, but she had gotten used to the idea much faster than he would have dared to expect. Probably helped that her own education didn't He never had much love in his life, so it was surprisingly normal for him to be understanding and accepting of the feelings that had developed between him and the woman who had adopted and raised him. Now he was here, living the dream of every young person. Well, at least some young people. His life wasn't for everyone, but having his hot mother and beautiful girlfriend willing to suck him, fuck him, and even play with each other? Harry couldn't imagine a more pleasant fate. If he were to return and look at the Mirror of Erised again, he would probably only see his own smiling reflection because he couldn't see how his life could get any better. He entered Natasha's mouth with a grunt, making sure to cover the nozzle with his hand so Ron couldn't hear him fill his mother's mouth with semen. She swallowed it all, pulled her mouth away from him, smiled and told Wanda to switch places with her. Her girlfriend immediately got into position and sucked one of his balls with her mouth, while Natasha got behind her and started rubbing her pussy. I definitely can't make it, she said on the phone. “I have a very full day ahead of me”.