Have her chambers always been this far away? We should get a smaller manor. Maybe even a shack. Is she swinging her hips? Draco's eyes were practically glued to his mother's backside as he followed her up another set of stairs. As they passed one of the floor to ceiling mirrors that lined the corridor he saw her turn her head and smirk at him. Practically grinning as they passed, raising one of her already highly arched eyebrows at him. As they neared her rooms Draco wasn't sure if he should be excited or worried.

Finally! He followed her into her rooms, passing through her sitting room and into the bedroom. She waited for him to enter and closed the door with an echoing 'click'. She turned to face him, the devious look still on her face. Walking closer to him, Narcissa splayed her hands across his still buttoned shirt and pushed him towards the bed.

Draco's legs hit the bed and he sat down, running his hands up the back of his mother's legs until he reached her arse and pulled her on top of his lap. He angled his head up toward her's and she kissed him. Softly, gently this time unlike before. He could feel her hands move, reaching for the buttons on his shirt. She began unbuttoning them, slowly. One by one and then running her fingers down his chest to his groin.

Narcissa ran her hands lightly over the fabric which still covered him. Teasing him and sucking on his lower lip. Draco grasped her wrists and pushed them out to the side like he was pinning her against an invisible wall. "Not yet, darling," he whispered as he released her arms and grabbed her arse once again. He lifted her up and turned around, deposited her on the bed.

He looked at the sight before him. His mother, his gorgeous mother spread out before him. Hair messed, skirt up to her hips. Her skin was flushed and she looked positively decadent leaning back on her forearms and elbows.. Stripping off his shirt he climbed on the bed and began to roughly undress her.

A few floors below the front door to the manor opened. Lucius Malfoy - the man of the house - stepped through the doorway and the door swung shut behind him. He looked less than aristocratic to say the least. Hair in loose, greasy ringlets, smelling like dementors and death. His family name might be ruined but his money was still good enough to secure an early release from Azkaban.

He walked up the stairs and cast a quick homenum revelio as he did. Good, they're home. He would be a nice surprise for them, or so he thought. Making his way through the many corridors of the manor he felt calm, settled. Lucius headed towards Narcissa's chambers, longing to see her. It may have been an arranged marriage but he'd learned to love her, and she him. The door to her sitting room was open and he took this as an invitation, not that he considered himself the type of person to need an invitation in the first place.

As he drew near the bedroom door he heard something. Pressing his ear against the door he could hear her muffled moans. Gods, was she getting off? He smirked, a proper welcome home for him. A fleeting image crossed his mind as his hand reached for the handle. She'd be on her bed with only a few candles lit that would allow him to remain unseen in the shadows. Her hand would be between her pale thighs, stroking herself.

Not being able to bear it any longer he silently turned the handle. He stepped into the room, the plush carpeting absorbing the sounds of his steps and, as he had imagined, there were only a few candles lit. He stepped back farther into the shadows and took in the sight before him. Narcissa was on her bed, on her back; but, it was not her hand between her thighs. Where Lucius had expected to find her delicate fingers, he instead saw platinum blond hair.

He looked again. Platinum hair connected to a skinny pale body, trousers barely covering the person's arse. It can't be! Not my son! What would his son be doing fucking his wife? Lucius looked at the scene again, more wide eyed than before. He watched Narcissa run her fingers though the person's blond locks. "Mmmmh, yes! Draco, darling!" Her voice hit a higher note on the last word.

Lucius leaned against the wall in a feeble attempt to stand upright. It was Draco. My disgusting son worshiping between his mother's legs! He watched as his son ran hands up his wife's body, groping at her breasts as his mouth continued to work her centre. Lucius stood in the shadows, repulsively mesmerised and watched as Narcissa clutched the duvet, instinctively pressing her groin against their son's mouth as she came.

Draco pulled away from her and sat back on the bed, wiping his mouth in the process. They smirked at each other. Narcissa sat up and moved towards him. She pushed him back on the bed and straddled him, her long, tangled hair cascading down her back as she began to ride him. Lucius sneered. It was only too obvious they had done this before.

Narcissa ground her hips against his while Draco thrust back against her. He ran a hand through her hair, tugging gently as he did so. He could hear her breaths turn into short, soft gasps and he knew she was close. He moved his his other hand between them and stroked her clit, feeling her walls clench around his cock. Her head lolled on lax shoulders. Eyes fluttered closed. Bowed mouth - swollen by kisses - opened on a plaintive mewl. He came only moments later and pulled her close to him. "Do you realise how utterly beautiful you are when you come, Cissa?" Draco whispered to her.

"Indeed, darling." They heard a familiar voice say. "You do look rather divine when you come," said Lucius as he stepped from the shadows. "Although, normally," he paused as he neared the bed, "it's while you are under me. Not on top of our son."

"Lucius!" Narcissa hissed as she scrambled off of Draco and under the covers.

"Ah, yes," Lucius said as he reached the side of the bed. "You do remember you are married. Well done, Narcissa".

Lucius' eyes fell on Draco who had attempted to cover himself with one of the pillows that had managed to stay on the bed. "Draco," he said as if addressing him at Kings Cross after a year at Hogwarts. "What an entertaining show you both put on. Yes, quite the performance indeed." It was his turn to smirk.

Narcissa swallowed. "How much did you see?" She asked quietly.

"Well," Lucius started. "When I arrived home I thought I might find my wife waiting for me. So I went to her rooms and she was there. What I did not expect to find," he said, "was my son between her legs, making a meal out of his mother." Narcissa and Draco said nothing, so Lucius continued. "When I realised what was going on I thought it rather odd. Here I was expecting a proper welcome home from dreary Azkaban and instead I find myself the unwilling witness to incestual copulation. Although, by the way you were...going at it," Lucius sneered, "I'm rather inclined to believe this is not your first time together."

Draco and Narcissa looked at each other and then back at Lucius. They slowly shook their heads like two children who had been caught frolicking in mud puddles before supper.

"That's what I thought" Lucius said, leaning his walking stick against the wall. Casually, almost as though these situations occurred with regularity (and perhaps they did among older pureblood families), he cast his rather dingy travelling cloak across the room. The elf could bother with it later. Sighing heavily, he produced a surprisingly simple rigid wand from his frock coat's sleeve. He used it to summon a sturdy leather chair while unknotting his cravat. His shiny dragonhide gloves made a menacing squeak as he worked the spell.

Draco tensed beside his mother, not liking this turn of events despite their seeming innocuousness. He'd always been a strikingly insightful boy...

Lucius sat in the chair. He unbuttoned his elegant if dusty coat and relaxed, staring at the pair on the bed. They swallowed and twitched nervously. "Draco."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" Lucius narrowed his eyes.

Draco's lip curled. "Yes...father?"

"Did you seduce your innocent flower of a mother?"

Narcissa's nostrils flared. "Lucius -"

"I wasn't speaking to you, witch." Lucius barely cut eyes to her. "You'll be reminded of your place soon enough."

"Father, you won't -"

"How dare you presume to know my mind in my own house, you petulant whelp!" His wand fell sharply against the arm of the chair, and he visibly reigned in a bright, flare of anger. He didn't miss Narcissa's hand settling on Draco's wrist. She was right to cuff the boy. "Not to mention in my own bed." He chuffed softly. "I suppose I should be strangely pleased your whore of a mother hasn't taken some stranger to her thighs. So, Narcissa?"

She was shaking ever so slightly, though oddly Draco felt no fear in her aura. "Lucius. Please."

"Please?" He leaned forward, intrigued. "Lovely word. Please. I like it." He considered this situation with purposefully dramatic facial expressions, knowing the suspense was eating away at his errant family. "Well, I'm not strangely pleased. Draco. Narcissa?" He spread his hands expectantly. "What am I to do?"

Neither of them answered. Lucius could see the fight or flight rationale unfurling on his son's features. His wife, however, appeared accepting of a fate. In fact, if he wasn't mistaken in his memory, the witch was probably looking forward to a certain fate. "You simply must be punished."

His son snapped. "We're not children! And you won't touch my mother." His skinny arm stretched across Narcissa's form.

Lucius gestured lazily, gracefully with a still-gloved hand. "Your mother. My wife. Semantics. Son...we both possess this witch. Do we not, Narcissa?"

Her lips pursed. She couldn't argue the technicality of his words, and she was too naked and shamed to try, anyway.

A subtle motion of his long-fingered hand. "Come here, Narcissa." Lucius drawled.

Resigned, the Malfoy witch removed her son's arm from its restraining position. She looked to him for understanding, and he looked to her for permission. His steely eyes clearly said, I'll kill him. But Narcissa shook her head gently, stroked his cheek. "Draco," she whispered. "He's my husband. And your father."

She stood on somewhat shaky legs, pulled a mussed cashmere throw about her bare body and approached Lucius with downcast eyes.

The patriarch regarded her patiently. "Why be modest now?" He nudged the hand clutching the throw with his wand tip. "Drop it." She did so and his eyes raked her form. On the bed, Draco tensed. Lucius noticed and raised a hand to him. "Move from that spot," he growled warningly, "and she will be the one to suffer. Understood?"

Draco settled back, helplessness pinching his face.

Lucius dragged a finger firmly from between her breasts and over her belly. At the thin glossy down over her cunt, he paused and drew away. She shuddered. "You look as lovely as ever, darling." He shifted in his chair. Patted his knees. "Over, please."

With no argument, as if following an old routine, Narcissa bent obediently across her husband's lap. The passionate objection came unsurprisingly from the Malfoy offspring. "Hell no!" He shouted. "Father! Don't do this."

Lucius raised a brow at the boy and simply moved aside the hanging curtain of his wife's hair. "Narcissa?"

"Leave it, Draco," she murmured, unable to meet his eyes.

"Mother..." Almost a whimper.

Lucius looked between the two briskly. "Is this settled?" He asked. Not waiting for a reply, he added, "Excellent." His right hand held aloft his wand, and with a whispered spell, it shimmered and morphed into a sleek black crop. The round leather fob at the end whistled as he gave it a test stroke through thin air. Draco heard his mother take in a shaky breath. At the following heavy 'thwack' against the chair, she mewled a bit.

"Now, Draco." Lucius spoke as he traced torturously delicate designs on the rounded pale globes of Narcissa's expectant arse. "Your punishment shall be to watch your mother's punishment." The designs deepened til the dragonhide was leaving light red trails across her skin. "If you move from that bed, I shall make you both regret the action most grievously. Am I clear?"

Draco's neck tightened. "Crystal," he spat through clenched teeth.

So distracted by the conversation were the disciplined Malfoys, the first blow of the crop was entirely unexpected. Narcissa yelped, and the combination of leather against skin with her exclamation had Draco turning away.

There were two more sharp, quick slaps before Lucius paused to examine his work. Cissa's arse was striping nicely, and he massaged it. "You always were so eager for discipline, wife. And I always did enjoy your propensity for acting out." The massage stopped, and three more slaps permeated the air. "However." Now Lucius massaged more firmly, even spread apart her quivering pink cheeks. "This may be your finest transgression yet." Narcissa sniffed. Three more slaps. "I hardly know how to effectively punish you."

"Please, father," Draco spoke.

Lucius looked up, surprised. "Why, Draco. I forgot you were there. Can I help you?"

"Please, father," he repeated. "That's enough."

"Enough?" Lucius laughed. A true, deep ringing laugh. A flick of the crop saw it shift back to a wand. "Come here, Draco." At the boy's hesitant headshake, Lucius smiled. It was a devilish splitting of the man's handsome face. "I said come here." Narcissa whimpered, and Lucius slapped her arse gamely with his hand.

Draco stood by his mother's head, body shaking with anger, uncertainty and a shameful amount of deviant lust. "Yes?" He whispered.

Lucius snatched his son's hand so quickly both the boy and Narcissa jolted with fear. His bare, clammy fingers were plunged between his mother's legs. "Feel that?" Lucius hissed. "That is what punishment wrings from your mother!" He smirked at his son's stunned gape. "Seems you are not alone in producing this witch's wellspring. Do you suppose you do it better than I?"

Draco jerked his sodden fingers back and stumbled back toward the bed, an expression of shock on his face. Lucius ignored this and placed several more hide-handed slaps onto Narcissa's bum. Her fingers clutched her husband's ankle and the leg of his chair. He didn't stop hitting her until she finally gasped loudly. In midair, his hand froze.

Draco trembled against the bed, naked and semi-erect. Narcissa gasped for breath across her husband's lap, dewy with sweat. And Lucius showed his first signs of cracking formality. "Get up," he instructed. His hoarse voice quavered.

Narcissa nearly stumbled. Draco caught her and held her against him. He nudged her chin up and scanned her watery eyes. "Mother?"

"I'm fine, son."

"I do hope you don't call her 'mother' while you fuck her, Draco." Lucius intoned. "How...provincial." He was removing his frock coat. "You never answered my question."

Draco was slowly moving to stand before his mother, as if to protect her. "What question?"

Narcissa climbed onto the bed, an arm curling over her son's shoulder and around his chest.

Lucius stood, toe to toe with his son. They were a near exact match in height, Draco perhaps a midge taller. He felt his mother swallow against his shoulder. "I asked if you supposed you do it better than I. You never answered."

"B- better?" Draco stammered. Surely his father wasn't proposing...

"Well, let's find out, shall we?" Lucius snatched the curling feminine arm from his son and pressed his wife to their bed. She cried out, but showed no struggle.

"Don't hurt her!" Draco grabbed his father's arm.

"Hurt her?" Lucius' lips slowly formed a promising grin. "I wouldn't dare." The arm Draco held shoved the young wizard aside. "Watch and learn, pup."

Draco's eyes shot desperately to his mother's only to find them closed. She was already arching toward her husband's body and her son couldn't help wondering why. Why is she so eager for a man who just beat her when she was so sweet earlier atop me?

The answer to this question began to reveal itself when Lucius insinuated his clothed body between his wife's legs and shoved her further up the bed. He knelt then, urging her thighs wider with insistent fingers. She whimpered at the feel of coarse, slick dragonhide tickling but not touching the junction of her legs. "Husband...please!"

"Does she beg you for it, son?" Lucius asked, not looking at Draco. His forefinger finally slipped swiftly through the slick folds of her cunt and she coiled into the touch as though burned.

"Yes!" Narcissa shouted. Draco leaned bonelessly against the bed's thick cherry post. He could only watch, and truthfully, didn't want to look away.

Lucius watched with a vaguely distant coolness as his finger thrust in and out of his wife. Seeming bored with her squirming and whinging, he added another finger and angled his wrist. "There, I believe," he murmured distractedly.

Narcissa growled like a dragon in heat and reached for Lucius. "Lucius! Sweet goddess, please!"

"Please what, wife?" His fingers slowed.

She thrust against them, desperate. "Please make me come," she begged. "Please! Fuck me!"

He chuckled as he withdrew his fingers. "Me, Narcissa? Your husband?" He wiped his gloved fingers on her quivering knee. "Is it my cock you want now? Have you missed it?"

Draco's bollocks ached. His own hardness wept at the sight of his mother wet with sweat and a streak of her own glistening lubricant. He listened to her supplications, heard her telling her despot of a husband anything he might wish to hear...

"Yes! Yes, Lucius! I've missed you. Now, please -"

Lucius' hands drifted to his trouser placket.

"Don't you dare." Draco's voice - strengthened again - stopped his father's disrobing. Lucius surprisingly obeyed. Cocked an eyebrow at his son.

"Well, well, well. Demanding little dragon." Lucius' gaze fell on Narcissa, then slid back to his son. They stared at each other, silently challenging.

"On second thought," said Draco. "Why don't you go first?"

Lucius raised a brow at him. "Oh?"

"Yes, you go first father. Then I'll show you how it's properly done."

Lucius' nostrils flared as he glared at his son. "Might I remind you, son, I am half the reason you are here," he said, beginning to remove the rest of his clothes. "Judging by your earlier performance, I'd say you have quite a bit to learn." Almost as a second thought, he glanced down at his wife. "Gloves off, Narcissa? Or on?"

"I don't care!" She reached for him yet again, and Lucius surprised her by tugging her roughly to the edge of the bed.

"I spent quite a few dismal evenings in Azkaban thinking of this moment, Narcissa." He teased her swollen opening with his cock - thicker perhaps than Draco's, but neither man could deny a definite 'family resemblance.' "Too bad the two of you had to fuck it up so royally." He slid into her in one smooth motion, groaning as he did. "Oh, Cissa...that's tight."

He remained standing, thrusting leisurely into his wife, hands - still gloved - tightening on her knees. It was obvious his control was tenuous at best, long months of abstinence pressing precariously on his thread of stamina. And perhaps it was only to distract himself from the looming threat of premature orgasm that he looked askance to his son. "Well, boy?" He rasped.

Draco tore his eyes from his heaving mother to his leering father. His jaw tightened. "By all means, father." He scrambled across the bed, eager to show his youthful agility and his mother's willingness to bend to his every wish and desire.

He slid against her first, cupped her head and kissed her. "Narcissa," he whispered. "You're beautiful right now."

"Oh, Draco." She shivered as he explored her with gentling hands.

"Come on." He urged her up the bed so that they could stretch out together. She seemed to have no need for foreplay, however, and her legs wrapped slickly around Draco's thighs as he plunged deeply inside her. "Gods, you feel good," he murmured into her neck.

But if Draco had hoped for lazy and intense lovemaking, he was to be disappointed. The witch beneath him pitched against him in a quest for her pleasure. "Harder, Draco!"

His face reflected several emotions; a sort of resentment toward his father for making her this way, a fervour to please her, a scowl of distraction. He couldn't seem to focus, knowing his father's watchful eye was lingering somewhere around the area of his pumping bum. But the heavenly clasp of the cunt around his cock lured him to a state of bliss. He obeyed his mother's command and thrust harder, felt her tightening exponentially. "Will you come for me, Narcissa?" He asked softly.

"Not that way, she won't." The snide comment poured from Lucius, perched lazily across the foot of the bed.

Draco growled. "Ignore him." Narcissa's lips closed over his earlobe. "It's just us now, darling."

And that sounded just lovely, really. He moaned into her shoulder. "So good, Draco..."

"Rather bland, I'd say," Lucius offered. "Shall I add a bit of flavour?"

"Sod off, Lucius!" Draco snapped, trying to regain his lost rhythm.

But Lucius only chuckled and crawled up the bed. "Away, spawn," he waved Draco from Narcissa like a gnat and readjusted the witch onto her side. She groaned at the loss of her son's hardness, but gasped when her husband slid inside her from behind. "Mmmm," Lucius moaned into her neck. "Remember this?"

"Yes!" She cried, turning her head to catch Lucius' bottom lip between her teeth. He responded by cocking her leg over his hip, opening her lewdly and deepening his penetration. "Ah!" She shouted and grappled with the tangled duvet, seeking purchase.

She turned her head back to Draco who was sitting on the bed, looking up at him as Lucius pulled her hair. "Draco. Here," she moaned as Lucius continued to pound into her. Raising an eyebrow, Draco moved toward her not quite sure what she had in mind. Narcissa reached out for his hips and brought him close to her face.

Her head was slightly unsteady, the product of Lucius' impassioned pistoning. But the way she moaned and whinged around his cock was... "Oh, fuck, Narcissa..." Draco's head dropped back, making his exclamation a guttural grunt.

Lucius took in this recent activity with a curled lip. He tugged a bit harder on his wife's hair, seeking to re-acquire her sole attention. Draco's hand stopped Lucius' wrist. "Let her go," he said.

Surprisingly, Lucius complied, perhaps merely curious to see what his son would do. "Very well," he rasped, settling the hand instead on a quivering breast.

Draco soothed where Lucius had seethed. He stroked his fingers softly through his mother's hair and cupped the jaw that worked his cock. "Still, Narcissa," he murmured. He held her head at that odd angle and took over the work her neck strained to accomplish, fucked her mouth firmly. He kept a remarkable pace with her breathing and enjoyed the exclamations his father's rather brutal pounding caused.

So the witch liked it rather rough. Draco had known that the first time he'd taken her, had seen the abandon and the reckless pleasure on her face in their roughest moments. But there was nothing wrong with peppering that beastly lust with the occasional loving touch. So he worshiped her now even as he filthied her mouth - drew his fingers slowly down her sweating body, past his father's groping fingers, over the delicate hill of her belly to the swollen, protruding part of her that made her formidably female.

As soon as Draco's curious digits contacted her insidious orifice, Narcissa arched and bucked. The dual sensations of cocks and hands threatened her very sanity and she wasn't sure if she sought to escape or settle in. For the moment, she closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing and the sinful curl of 'close to coming' in the deepest well of her being.

"Draco."

Draco looked up to meet his father's rather rabid gaze. "What?" He practically spat. His bollocks ached severely at the moment, and his father's recent snarkery was unwanted.

"Make her come, boy." Lucius grimaced and it became all too evident he was not much longer for this ride.

But neither Draco nor his mother required too much in the way of encouragement. Draco pinched her clit harshly, slapped at her cunt when her whimper became a growl.

"Come for us, wife," Lucius hissed. He swept aside a shank of her wet hair to look at the face eating his son's cock. "Come for me...and drink your son's seed."

Her eyes closed and her body seized. Draco felt the quiver in her thighs and recognised it. Her teeth scraped him just enough to jolt him further into her throat and then the suction was too much. Her choking, her arching, his father's slap on her arse...

Draco unloaded with a shameful, proud and uninhibited cry. He stumbled, too - knees weak from the position he'd held these last minutes and head swimming. Drunk on orgasm's chemical spill. He was strangely grateful when Lucius caught him with a strong, unforgiving arm.

"Up, pup." The Malfoy patriarch managed. The men steadied against each other then and Narcissa watched in hazy wonder from beneath them as her husband's hands tightened on her hip and Draco's shoulder. She recognized the drooping jaw and rolling eyes on Lucius' face as he pumped his last sporadic thrusts, emptying his bollocks inside her.

It was an expression she hadn't witnessed for some time, and one that nearly matched her son's at that same moment.

A sudden wave of disgust rolled in, eddied in a stormy tide of shame, bliss and exhaustion before rolling back out to sea. It left behind a silvery silt of sickening fulfilment. She sighed and dropped into the pillow skewed beneath her head. They were completely insane - the lot of them. She knew this. Deviant and damned but damn...those men...

They were hers.


Hope you all enjoyed the Curtain Call series! Many thanks again to those who read and those who reviewed. Also, thank you to Insights for all her help.