Home Sweet Home ch.40 (Patreon)

Harry returned to the room he shared with his mother and found her already in bed, reading a book with a facade of enforced normality. He still had an erection and all the need that Narcissa had aroused in him. He wanted very much to come.

"She's always been like this," Bellatrix said. "I should have warned you about teasing her. I don't think I thought about the kind of problems that might arise.

Again he felt her gaze directed at his crotch, which really didn't help him calm down. "She's just funny," he said.

"She used to tease your father like that too. On many occasions.

Bellatrix smiled and looked to the corner of the room in a way that made him wonder about the memory she'd evoked.

'Something tells me he didn't mind,' he said.

His mother nodded absently and then looked at him again, seeming to see something different from her son.

"We'll be home soon," she said. "Don't worry."

"I'm not worried, mother. I'm not bothered here," she said.

"I bet it's true." She laughed and patted the spot next to her. "Ready for bed? I hope Narcissa's stimulation won't keep you awake too late.

Harry laughed too, but her words were a little too close to the truth. "Maybe I'll take a shower first. I'll wash off the water from the Jacuzzi. I feel a bit greasy," she said.

"Why don't you just go to bed and do it in the morning? I don't mind."

Because I need to knock myself out, he thought. Probably more than once, just to be safe.

"I think it would help me sleep, you know?” he said.

From the expression on her face, he knew. It excited him in the strangest way, knowing that she was aware of what he was saying and actively considering it. Her eyes wandered to the bathroom again and she furrowed her brow.

"Running the water might wake Daphne or Astoria," she said. "After all, the bathroom is connected to their room.

"I... think it's true."

Was that suspicion he heard in her tone? She might have picked up on something after his shower with Daphne. Or something had eluded Astoria. Or

Hell, maybe she thought he'd turn on the shower, sneak out the other door to his sister's room and go look for Narcissa.

"Come to bed, love," Bellatrix said. "I'm sure you'll be able to relax if you just breathe. Close your eyes."

He felt his cock begin to harden from something in her tone, or something in his mind. "Mum. I'm not sure this is really going to work."

And so he took off his T-shirt and sweatpants, approaching the bed in just his boxers, the bulge as obvious as a jacuzzi.

"It worked last night," she said. "Unless you want to change something?

Last night. He remembered watching a film together, how horny he'd been, how he'd risked openly fucking her dry. Was she conscious and aware of it? What was she telling him now?

He slowly climbed into bed. "Are you going to watch the movie again?"

"I... I suppose," she said. "I can't see myself falling asleep right away. Besides, I know you'll wake up."

A strange tension in the air made him acutely aware of both her words and her presence. He climbed onto the guest bed, trying not to direct what was left of his erection at her, any more than he would have done with a loaded gun. As much as he wanted to immediately squat on top of her, to resume the dreamy, dry humping from where he left off, he had enough sense to go slowly.

'What do you fancy?” his mother asked. He moved closer to her, not quite making direct contact. "Anything.

She made a sound somewhere between a single laugh and a grunt of confirmation. Harry put one of his hands on her hip and felt her stiffen, but then she went back into contact, as if she wanted more.

It was hard to read his mother through the different layers of normality and expectation, hard to sense the woman underneath.

He felt his face heat up and his mind realize his own bile, the inappropriateness of his arousal. Bellatrix gently placed a hand on the wrist of the hand that was touching her hips, pulling it further along her body. Harry followed suit, sliding directly into her, his erection making gentle but firm contact with her legs and ass. He let his arm wrap around her and pulled her close, not actively humping, but ready to do that and more.

"Did I spoil your fun by forcing you inside me?” she asked quietly.

"Mum..." He shivered softly inside her as he uttered the word, feeling the heat under the duvet.

"Narcissa is just teasing," she said. "She would drive you crazy and then disappoint you. "And that's basically what happened.

His mother laughed, her body moving against him in small, painfully pleasurable movements. "From your perspective, it must look like.... 'What do teenagers call it? Dick blocked you?

"Cock blocked." Harry leaned forward, as if giving his own as a point of reference.

"That's it," Bellatrix said, her voice full of amusement with a hint of eroticism. "Sorry for blocking your cock, love.

"Apology rejected," he said.

She laughed and reached back with her hand, placing it on his outer hip, pulling him close. Harry began thrusting his cock into her, feeling the incredibly enticing softness and warmth of his mother's thighs and ass.

"The last thing I want is for you to hold a grudge," she whispered. "Honestly.

She cleared her throat and turned up the volume on her phone. Shots rang out in the opening sequence of the film. Harry started rocking forward again, becoming more blatant in his movements. She could have stopped him at any time, but until she did, he didn't back down.

"I think Narcissa was planning to do more than just tease,” he said.

"It always seems that way when you're still young," she said. "Inexperienced. Eager. No hard feelings." "I feel a bit like you're rubbing the fact that I didn't get any real action today."

He rocked rhythmically inside her, barely hearing what she was saying. Her ass was incredibly soft and the nightgown she was wearing was slowly lifting up.

"I feel a bit like you're rubbing yourself in it. Bellatrix took a breath and reached back to rub Harry's leg, not stopping him but not encouraging him either. "I guess I should have expected it. Boys will be boys."

"Sorry, Mum. He snuggled into her again, betraying the disconnect between his actions and his words. "It's just... difficult.

"I know, I know. It's okay. She squeezed her buttocks and let out a small sigh as she arched her back. "I'm so glad to have you back after these last four years. It's just a little unexpected quirk. You're still adjusting to having so much feminine energy around you.

She made it sound completely normal, as if he just didn't throw his washing in the bin or take his shoes off at the door. Harry thrust into her with more intent, guilt, shame and heat multiplying along with his arousal. He breathed against her neck, expecting her to stop him. She was so forgiving, but there had to be a limit.... right?

Her nightgown lifted high enough to expose her panties. Harry moved his hand over the soft skin of her side, moving his hips, and his cock slid over her ass and thighs. He was still wearing his boxers, and the thin material of their underwear provided an equally thin semblance that the contact was not overtly sexual.

"Easy, sir. His mother groaned and combed her hand through her hair, her bottom meeting his increasingly wild thrusts. "Why don't you use a towel?

He ran his hand over her body, feeling the warmth of her belly through her nightgown. "A towel?"

"My... patients sometimes need help," she whispered. "In therapy. They learn positive independence. I make them put a towel on my lap while I'm still present. To get them through it."

He kept up his pace, unable to think about anything other than her soft body and his own need to get there. "Do you want me to ... use a towel?"

"If you want to. Or you have to. All right, Harry. Here. A towel lay beside the bed, perhaps discarded after the morning shower, but now dry. She pulled it out and handed it to him, rubbing his leg. Harry felt his face heat up as he slipped it under the duvet, pulling his cock out and covering himself with it. He was embarrassed, but more than that, he needed to come.

"This is so weird," he muttered, more excited than he'd ever been in his life.

"We've had a strange day. His mother surprised him by leaning over and kissing him on the cheek. 'Do it, darling. I don't mind," she said.

He rolled back onto his seat, now with the towel between them, and let his cock cling to her body. Something in the knowledge that he had permission lit a fire in him. He wrapped an arm around his mother's shoulders and began to push against her, slowly but with much more brazen sexual intent than before.

"Just like that, Mom?" he whispered.

She approached him again, but her voice was dubious. "Well... This is a little more active than how I normally guide my patients through positive sex, but..."

"But?" He humped her like he was really trying to fuck her. This was so wrong. He realised that the really bad part of him really wanted to fuck her, boundaries be damned.

"For tonight," she whispered. "I think it's fine. With a towel."

"With a towel," he agreed.

He kissed her shoulder and quickened his stride. The absorbent cotton of the towel wasn't the best for his naked member, but the way his mother leaned into him was hot enough to compensate. She let out a slight moan, as if she was getting something out of it, a thrill, if not direct physical stimulation.

"Mmm," she moaned. "Does it feel good, baby? She rubbed her hand over his body, this time clearly encouraging him to pull her closer, to quicken his pace. "It feels amazing, Mom," he whispered. "Fuck. You're so soft."

"A towel," she whispered. "It's a towel, not me. I'm just ... here."

She wriggled her ass against his cock. Harry gripped her hips tighter, fucking her dry and moaning in satisfaction.

"I'm glad you're here, Mom. This is the best," he said. "Just for tonight. She let out a small moan and cleared her throat. "Harry. That's my breast," she said.

"Sorry, Mum. He didn't stop squeezing her soft tit, his index finger circling the nipple. "It's so soft.

"Oh, honey, I know it is, but...

Her answer turned into heavy breathing, tiny rhythmic noises that sounded far too similar to a woman's gentle rutting. Harry had no idea what he was doing, no idea of the consequences or repercussions at the moment. He had never realized what a sexual creature his mother was, and he knew that now he was only getting a glimpse of it. A glimpse, or maybe a little more.

He quickened his step. He felt his mother do something to his thighs, lifting one as if trying to give him better access, though the towel prevented that. The idea of taking it off and plunging into whatever lay beyond danced in Harry's mind for a moment. He groped her tits harder and harder, desperate to kiss her neck, to roll her over, to spread her.

"Oh fuck!" An initial spasm went through his cock like the first tremor of a rocket ship's exhaust. "Mom!" you feel so good.

"Go ahead, Harry. Bellatrix rocked up inside him and let out a slight moan. "Remember the towel."

He remembered the towel, but only because it was pressed firmly between them. In his mind and body he felt as if he was going inside or at least on top of his mother. He held her tightly, as he would have done with a normal vaginal delivery. His mother even reacted as she might have reacted, breathing fast and tensing, being there for him every moment of his release.

He hugged her as he felt his cum ejaculate onto the towel, a little also flashed onto her bottom and nightgown. His mother made a strangely satisfied sound and then laughed.

"Something tells me you should be able to sleep now,” she said.

"I definitely am," he replied. "Thanks, Mum.

"That was just for tonight," she said quickly. "Given the circumstances. Narcissa has a way of ... Bringing out people's wild sides. She tempts them to do things they would never normally do.

'You seem to have at least one story to tell about that.

"I do, but it's late. We really need to get some sleep.

She rolled over onto her side. One of the straps of her nightgown had fallen down, probably due to his earlier efforts. Her breast was almost exposed, but she seemed not to notice it, smiling at him and resting her head on one shoulder.

"Good night, Mum," he said. "Good night, Harry. I love you," he said.

"I love you too.”