Harry Potter Moms Novels & Stories

I said in one breath and I could feel him giving me a stink eye but I don’t care. “OMG, I can’t believe this, Harry is getting his sight back. Mom!” Veronica ran out of the room to call her mom from the shop. Veronica and their mom walked into the room few minutes later grinning from ear to ear about the news that they just heard. “Is it true Harry?” Their mum asked and he nodded before he broke the news to them by himself, that he’s not going. “Nonsense, you’re definitely going son, you need to get your sight back” As much as I trusted their mom to be a no nonsense person, she didn’t disappoint. She’s just as stubborn as Harry himself.

'"I need to be aware as his Mother, what he does consistently. Simply sit back and relax, I will give you cash or things you need, let me know what you need. She said Arosh was amazed by what Harry's Mom said and she held Fanky by the arm while grinning, Fanky asked why it was so fun. "Ok, truly?" Arosh's confirmation. "Indeed, as long as you let me know Harry doing and occupied, you can message me or call me whenever. "It says. "OK then, at that point. Okay, I will answer to you's everything Harry might do and activity." Arosh said cheerfully.

Romit was back home from school. I was in a good mood today as the day was spending as I wanted it to be. I didn't glance at my phone. It was in silence mode. Screen down, kissing on the hardwood. I watched Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part two. It was the best holiday. I love Harry Potter. In the evening, I thought of helping momma in cooking. I guess I should go and ask her. I was gleefully taking strides toward her room. ' You must enjoy your peaceful environment, you never know who is waiting to ambush your happiness. She always keeps her room's door open.'

Uncle Harry shouts. Mom picks up the pace and is furiously jacking uncle Harry's cock in and out of her mouth with her hand. Uncle Harry is responding by pushing his ass higher off the bed, trying to get more of his cock into her mouth. With a single tremor, uncle Harry shoves his ass up way up off the bed and holds it there, his tense body jerking spastically against mom's mouth. Watching my mom sucking and swallowing uncle Harry's cum, is the last straw for me and jerking my hand wildly I shoot my load into a tissue, as mom finishes swallowing uncle Harry's cum. On the computer monitor, mom is cleaning up uncle Harry's cock with her tongue then lies down on top of him with her head on his

“Vanessa, remember when you and Keira used to sneak off the pack to go to that awful bar that Derek and I hated?” “What?” my mother snapped, obviously not knowing where my father was going with this. “Yes I remember,” “What was it you did to get out of the pack unnoticed?” “You mean the cloaking spell?” “Yes,” my dad nodded. “Did you teach Harlow?” “Of course not, but she could have looked it up on her own,” “Do it now.” My mother nodded, waved her wrist the way I had seen her a thousand times before when she was doing a spell, then she was gone.

Although he did not believe that his father was able to hand over all the wealth to his second wife, Harry still could not give the truth of the information to his mother. 'Mom, Harry loves Mama very much. So far Mama is the one who always understands Harry's condition and situation, but please, for now, don't force Harry to say anything to Mama. Harry still can't do it." "What does it mean? Don't hide anything from Mama because Mama will find out the information you are hiding." Harry looked down. he exhaled harshly. He knows his mother is a stubborn person who can do whatever he wants without anyone's approval. "Our house already belongs to Papa's second wife," Harry explained everything i

“Christ, what’s gotten into you? I thought since your stepfather was out of the picture, you and I could get together.” “My step—how do you know about that?” I ask. But the answer is obvious. My mom. She doesn’t care about me, but she wants to manage my life. I honestly do not understand her. “Harry, do you think my mom’s hot?” Harry looks slightly shocked at my question but recovers quickly. “Sure.” He shrugs. “She’s a milf.” “You know she has a thing for younger guys, right?” I’m feeling maleficent. The burning hatred inside me for her is expanding, ignited by Harry’s presence.

How did she even know we had a panic room? “Books filled with dark magic spells, bones, ingredients and buckets of our mother’s blood. Buckets! Our mother was minutes, Minutes! From bleeding out and us never being able to see her again. And you decide now that she’s not your mother? Because she has issues with your mate? How many people has mom ever had problems with? Huh? When was the last time you ever saw mom at odds with someone?” Her voice only gets louder as she goes on. ‘Buckets’ The word swirls around in my mind like a vice.

"What a lucky break. But with your personality, you still won't go far." But when Zoey got into community college, Mom acted like she'd won the lottery. She spent all day bragging about how smart Zoey was. Said she was destined for big things. Said the family would depend on her someday. Later, when Zoey demanded to study abroad, Mom told me to pay for it. I couldn't say no after that pleading look. I gave in. Then she threw Zoey this huge party. Relatives kept praising her for raising a daughter who studied overseas.

Every pair of eyes in the room turned on the Sutherlands like blades. Grandpa clutched his chest, gasping for air, and pointed a shaking finger at Mom. His lips trembled but nothing came out. Mom stared at the screen, frozen, then whipped her head around and locked eyes with me. Meanwhile, Dad stood on the stage, looking down at the whole family from above, and tapped the microphone lightly. "I hope everyone's enjoying the gift. Now then, shall we talk about that additional investment?" Mom lunged at the screen like she'd lost her mind. "Turn it off! Turn it off!"