Investigation of Passion ch.17 (Patreon)

"Sweetie? Are you awake yet?"

Harry sighed, getting out of bed. He wasn't sure what he'd been dreaming about, but given that he had morning chills, he could certainly guess.

"I am now," he said. "Do you have another day off?" 

"It's Saturday," replied mom. She opened the door and walked into his room, still dressed in her nightgown. Her hair was a bit messy, and she had a wide smile on her face.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, seeing her in a good mood, and he found himself smiling back. It had been a terrible night, but now that everything had been revealed, he felt free, as if everything had returned to normal. The weight of the secrets he had been carrying became clear only when he was freed from them.

"Do you have any plans for today?" she asked, sitting down on the bed next to him.

"Sleeping a bit more," Harry yawned.

"It's almost ten!" Bellatrix pulled the covers back and reached to tickle him. "At this rate, you'll sleep the whole day away."

"I'm a young man," Harry said jokingly. "I need my sleep."

He tried to grab the blanket, but his mom moved, grabbing his hands. Harry twisted, pulling her towards him. He felt his hard member press against her, barely held back by the thin material of his boxers. How could she not feel that?

Bellatrix laughed and tried to wriggle free from his hands. Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and rolled her under him, trying to pin her to the mattress. His cock pushed between her legs, suddenly turning the situation dangerous. His mom still seemed unaware. She sighed and then kissed him gently on the lips.

"I thought we could spend the day together," she said. "It would help clear the air after, you know..."

"Right," Harry said. He cleared his throat, rolling to the side so that his erection was no longer probing between stepmother's thighs. "What did you have in mind?"

"It's really hot outside," Bellatrix said. "How about a trip to the beach in France, a quick portkey?"

"Sounds good," Harry said.

"Hermione won't mind me stealing you for a day?"

Harry smiled at his mom. "If she does, that's her problem."

She laughed and got up, pausing at the door to the hallway.

"I've already made breakfast," she said. "Just eggs and toast. We're out of bacon."

"That's fine," Harry said.

"I'm going to take a shower, but then we can head out," said his stepmother. "I might as well pack us a lunch while I'm at it."

Harry nodded, and his mom headed to the bathroom. He found a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, then went downstairs. Breakfast was tasty, though simple, and when he finished eating, he headed back upstairs to wait in his room until his mom was ready.

A text message awaited him on his phone. Hermione: Have you checked the mysterious Muggle account today? Harry frowned. The last thing he wanted to do was delve back into their theory and investigation. He was satisfied and finally ready to let it go.

Harry: No. And I don’t plan to. Time to let it go.

Hermione: Apparently darkstorm thinks the same. Both videos were deleted last night.

Harry froze. He felt a sick certainty settle in his stomach. He hurried to his computer, opened the EroticaGate site, and checked for himself.

The videos were gone. The darkstorm account could still be searched, but Harry wasn't sure if there was even a way to delete an old account. The videos were gone, and he would never be able to convince himself it was just a coincidence.

Hermione: You know what that means, right? Sorry, btw :(

He didn't take the time to reply. All the strange, tangled emotions he'd felt over the past few days hit him like a punch to the chest. He stood up and walked into the hallway, his heart pounding so hard it hurt a little.

His mom had left the door ajar, which made him feel slightly less rude for barging in. She turned around, clearly surprised but already dressed. She wore a small black bikini, big enough to cover the nipples of her large breasts and little more. A white beach skirt hung around her waist. Her hair hung loose, and on the bed beside her lay a wide-brimmed straw hat.

Despite Harry's sudden intrusion, she still smiled at him. She was happy, and her smile was full of love for him, along with a hint of excitement for the day ahead. There was no trace of deceit on her face, which made knowing the truth hurt even more.

"What's wrong?" asked his stepmother. "Is everything alright, sweetie?"

Harry shook his head slightly, trying to calm himself.

"Is that what you're wearing to the beach?" he asked. The words came out a bit hoarse, hampered by the lump forming in his throat.

"Yes," his mom replied. "What do you think?" She turned for him, the beach skirt lifting just enough to reveal her buttocks, which were also fully exposed. Why hadn't he noticed it before? The signs were obvious. She liked being watched. The idea of spending a day on the beach in the summer, when it would be crowded and full of onlookers, was probably the reason she suggested it in the first place. "You... you lied to me," Harry said.

Bellatrix frowned. She crossed her arms over her chest, her expression turning stern.

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"The videos were deleted," Harry said, his voice gaining strength.

stepmother's mouth opened. Surprisingly, she looked betrayed, not embarrassed or ashamed.

"You promised me, Harry!" she said. "You said you wouldn't look at it anymore!"

"And you said it wasn't you!" he barked back.

"I... I didn't say..." she trailed off, unwilling or unable to form a proper defense.

"You lied to me, mom," he said. "And now you want to go to the beach? Wearing that skimpy bikini, where everyone can just... look at you. All the while, I'll be thinking you're my sweet, innocent stepmother, when really you're just a dirty..."

She slapped him before he could finish the word. It wasn't hard and barely had enough force to sting, but it stopped Harry's train of thought. He placed his hand on his cheek and stared at her, mouth open, unsure if he even knew who she was anymore.

"I'm still your stepmother, Harry," she said softly. "And my private actions will never change that." Harry felt his anger and passion igniting his tongue.

"Your private actions?" he shouted, stepping close enough that he was almost pressing against her. "What does that even mean, mom? I... I watched you. I saw what you do."

Saying it out loud and straight to her face felt strange, almost charged with erotic potential. His stepmother didn't look embarrassed or ashamed. Her expression was defiant, with a hint of pride. It didn't make sense to Harry, but it turned him on.

"You shouldn't have watched those videos, Harry," she said. Her voice was gentle but with a clear tension.

Harry stepped even closer, bringing his face to hers.

"But I did, mom," he whispered. "I saw you." His hands grasped her waist, and he pulled her into a kiss, not knowing what he was doing. Her lips were hesitant, almost lifeless, but her body opened to him, one thigh lifting slightly to lower his erection to rub against it.

He gripped his mom's waist, kissing her harder, forcing her to reciprocate. They fell onto the bed together, Harry trying to meld his body with hers while his stepmother seemed too stunned to do anything but react instinctively.

His hand cupped her breast, feeling its softness through the bikini material. He realized he had already seen her naked breasts. If he had been brave enough to follow through with Hermione's idea of approaching her naked, he would have known the truth a few days ago.

Somehow, that thought made the reality of what was happening more vivid. He had his tongue in stepmother's mouth. She lay beneath him on the bed, and the only thing stopping his hard cock from finding its way inside her were a few layers of thin fabric.

Harry squeezed her breast and reached to untie her bikini. The move seemed to snap his stepmother out of her trance. She pressed a hand against his chest and pushed him away, sitting up on the bed and crossing her arms to cover herself."Harry, darling," said his mom. "What are you doing?"

The tone of stepmother’s voice finally managed to make Harry feel ashamed. He looked at her, then at his crotch. His dick was harder than it had ever been in his life, harder than any movie or Hermione had ever managed to get him. He was so confused and had just done something incredibly stupid because of it.

"mom..." he said, shaking his head. "I..."

What could he say to explain himself? That he discovered he had a dirty, exhibitionist side and decided to fuck her because he was her son? It was such a disgusting, manipulative way of thinking that he felt doubly sick, like a pervert and a predator.

"I think we both need some time to clear our heads," said his mom. She quickly walked over to the dresser, pulled out a pair of jeans, and hurriedly put them on along with a blouse.

"I'm sorry," said Harry.

She was already walking down the hallway. He heard her steps disappear down the stairs and then the sound of the front door opening and closing.

Harry still sat on her bed. He buried his face in his hands. His phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out.

Hermione: So? Did you confront her?

Harry: Yes

Hermione: Don’t leave me hanging! How did it go?

Harry: I fucked everything up.