Home Sweet Home ch.35 (Patreon)

First, he went to his room, leaving Bellatrix and Narcissa to their girlish whispers. The bed he was to share with his mother wasn't really that big. He realized he hadn't thought to pack anything both comfortable and clean. He stripped down to his boxers and T-shirt and decided to climb into bed and cover himself beforehand.

"I didn't expect tonight to be this fun," Bellatrix said, entering the room and closing the door. "Narcissa is the best."

"Yeah," he said. "She's pretty cool."

The feeling of anonymous lips on the other side of the glory hole flashed involuntarily in his mind. He nearly moaned at the memory of the pleasure.

"You know her from somewhere, don't you?"

"What?" The question completely caught him off guard.

His mother pulled her nightwear from her bag and slipped into the shared bathroom between the guest rooms. She spoke through the partially open door, her voice still drunk but more serious.

"You recognized her when we first arrived. Don't think I didn't notice. Narcissa also seemed oddly shy when I asked if she'd met you before."

"No, no, I mean, I don't think so," he said, a little too quickly. "Maybe I ran into her somewhere, but if I did... I don't remember it clearly."

"I know about the little hobby shop she runs," his mother said, emphasizing the word hobby. "She's a free spirit. That's partly why she became my patient. You don't need to be ashamed if you needed, you know, to buy something from there."

"Mom, I don't know what you're talking about."

He made the mistake of turning toward the bathroom, as if to address her directly. He saw her silhouette, naked and incomplete at the angle of the door, but still incredibly tangled and erotic.

"So be it."

She emerged dressed in a thin pink nightgown that clung to her body in a way that both revealed and suggested everything. He knew she had nothing underneath from the moment he glanced at her, and this realization excited him in all the wrong ways.

"You'll have to move over, honey," she said, approaching the bed. "The bed looked bigger when I saw it earlier today."

"I think it's an effect of the room's size," he said.

"You might be right."

Harry made room for her and pulled the cover back on her side. She climbed into the bed, one of her bare legs briefly touching his. He was still aroused from the teasing with Daphne and Astoria, and his mind seemed to want to process the proximity to his mother as round three.

"Sorry." His mother squirmed a bit, more of her body coming into contact with his, highlighting the amount of bare skin between them. "Just trying to get comfortable."

"I suppose I could sleep on my side."

He turned on his side, but it was like shifting a magnetic grid to an angle that attracted metal. His mother's leg brushed against his semi-hard erection. He froze, but her reaction assured him she didn't realize what she had done.

"I planned on watching a movie on my phone anyway," Bellatrix said.

"Yeah, me too." He grabbed his phone and frowned. "Damn. I should have brought a longer charger."

He plugged it in, but the short cable meant it could only reach the nightstand.

"You can watch mine with me, if you want." Bellatrix turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness except for the glow of her phone. "Just snuggle a little closer."

He did so without hesitation, not having any inhibitions after the wine and earlier teasing with his sister. His erection was half-hard, rubbing against his mother's butt as he tried to prop his head on one elbow to see her phone over her shoulder. He felt her tense up, maybe not realizing what her invitation had implied.

"Is this okay?" he asked.

It was meant as a sincere question, a way to give her room to extricate herself from the embrace, if it could be called that. He focused on the softness of her butt, on how he could feel the edge of her nightgown, which had ridden up high enough to expose her bare bottom below.

"If you're comfortable, then I'm comfortable, honey." His mother spoke in a tone that made it sound like she was reciprocating the question, placing the responsibility of backing out of the intriguing awkwardness on him.

Was she simply too embarrassed to admit she felt his erection? Or maybe she was aware of how it would look to push him away right after inviting him so close? He wasn't sure if he cared.

"No, this is perfect for me."

Harry moved a bit closer, wrapping an arm around her and shifting forward. His erection nestled into the valley of her butt, and he let out a soft breath on her neck that caused her to shiver intriguingly.

"Good," Bellatrix whispered, her voice suddenly tight but not displeased. "We used to cuddle like this all the time when you were little. Though, I remember being the big spoon back then."

"Yeah, I remember that." He rocked forward with a subtle movement, trying to get a better view of the movie and her phone. The sensation was wonderful, but he had to pretend normalcy. "What are we watching?"

"I think of some comedy with Jim Carrey." His mother laughed, even though it wasn't a funny scene. "Can you see well enough?"

"Yeah, almost."

He moved forward again, and the feeling was too intense. He felt himself getting fully hard and desperately tried to suppress it, knowing how much more awkward this situation could become. Focusing on the movie and his breathing, Harry managed to at least contain his arousal.

His mother suddenly laughed at the movie, and the feeling of her body moving against his made him groan. She tried to reset herself and ended up elbowing him in the ribs.

"Oops," she said. "Sorry, honey."

"It's okay." He placed his hand on her hip.

She seemed to lean into his touch, rocking back against his erection. Harry pressed forward, too aroused to care. She moved again, and for a moment, their movements synced.

"I love Jim Carrey," his mother whispered. She shifted again, this time pulling the blanket in a way that made Harry wonder if she was aware of what she was doing as she pressed against him.

"He's a really good actor."

He risked sliding his hand from her hip to her stomach. Bellatrix cleared her throat, grabbed his wrist, and moved his hand back to her side.

"Sorry," he mumbled, feeling humiliated but still aroused.

"It's okay," she whispered. "My nightgown just won’t stay in place, and I didn’t want you to... um, feel where it had ridden up."

She yawned and adjusted her pillow to support her phone instead of holding it. Harry continued his subtle, almost justifiable movements. He heard her breathing slow and even out, but he wasn't sure what that meant. Was she asleep? Or just pretending to be?

If she was pretending, what the hell did that mean?

His erection was rock hard, demanding priority over all other thoughts and needs. He had never realized how insanely beautiful his mother was, at least not directly, not like this. He rocked forward again, moving as his lower half dictated, and felt his erection rub against her butt.

She continued to breathe steadily, with the movie playing on the pillow, while her son moved behind her with the erection of a lifetime. Harry touched her stomach again. He let his hand slide down to the hem of her nightgown, which she claimed had ridden up. It definitely had. His fingers brushed against what felt like pubic hair, not bushy, but also not smoothly shaved.

He froze, coming back to his senses. This was his mother, and she seemed to be asleep. Doing anything with her was wrong in every sense of the word. The idea that she was pretending to see what he would do was equally bad, a test he had hastily failed.

He decided to stop immediately and pulled his hand back to her hip. His erection twitched, making it difficult to resist a final parting. He slid off the bed, knowing there was no way he could sleep without taking care of himself.

The bathroom was attached to the guest rooms and just a few steps away. As he reached the door, he glanced back at his mother. Her body was illuminated by the surprisingly bright phone. She was almost naked from the waist down, her nightgown pushed up to her stomach, leaving her thighs and buttocks exposed, practically begging him to mount her.

"Fuck," he groaned.

He barely wrapped his fingers around his cock before he started to come. He hadn't closed the door all the way and felt weak in the knees as the breathless orgasm overtook him. He didn't even come close to hitting the safe confines of the toilet seat, but he let the pleasure finish pulsing through him before he cleaned up.

He took a minute to wash up, then slipped back into bed. No sooner had he done so than his mother sighed sleepily and draped an arm over him.

"I love you," she mumbled in her sleep.

"I love you too, Mom." He kissed her on the top of her head and tried to stay calm as her bare thigh draped over one of his legs.