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Mrs. Bell reacted as though slapped, her posture straightening, and her eyes blinked rapidly. He expected her anger or, worse, apologies that would fuel his embarrassment. Instead, she merely nodded and cautiously took the phone from his hand to study the picture again. "So, this is what young men desire, huh?" Her tone was gentle, but she chuckled and leaned forward, allowing her blouse to reveal more. "Who am I kidding? Of course, they do." Handing back the phone, she observed his face closely. "Did my daughter cause any complications for you?"
His gaze fell upon the phone, perfectly aligning with her revealing neckline. Fixated on the pale skin transitioning into shadows, it took him a moment to realize he was staring. When he managed to tear his gaze away from her ample cleavage, he found the waitress standing there, blushing with an embarrassed expression. "I should come back later... or?"

"We're ready to place our order," Mrs. Bell said, unfolding with a relaxed smile, the previous tension dissipating. Realizing that at some point she had slid the phone under the table, resting it against her thigh next to her strong hand, he felt his pulse quicken.

"Fajitas sound perfect, and I'll have a margarita. Harry, for you, a Coke?"

"Water," he replied, clearing his throat. "Thank you." "Exactly," Heather stated proudly. "He has an important match today. He needs to be in top form."

Her fingers curled around his thigh, and he felt his heartbeat. Being in the presence of his mom's ex-girlfriend while their dynamics had shifted was nerve-wracking. Nevertheless, it helped him divert his thoughts from the impending game that usually had him battling nerves for hours. As the waitress left with their order, Mrs. Bell turned to him with a mom smile.

"I wanted to bring you here to talk about Kate, but I can see that's not fair to either of you." When she broached the topic, Harry breathed a sigh of relief as she loosened her grip on his thigh. "You're not interested in that now. Not because of today's match. Do you have any plans already?"

"Not really," he shrugged. "Catch the Snitch."

"Ha ha," she laughed mockingly. "My brother played for years. I've never pestered you before," she winked and hurriedly continued, "But I know a thing or two about handling defense. Test me."

He blinked and evaluated the woman again. He knew Kate's father was part of the top 10 teams at Hogwarts, but he wasn't aware that her mom absorbed more than just the thrill of pep rallies. Challenging her knowledge, he delved into the details he observed from their opponents' recordings and strategies recommended by coaches.

Heather nodded. "Your coaches are right. Listen to them. But don't forget that quidditch is about sharp turns, swift maneuvers, not just linear speed. Be elusive."

"I'll try," he chuckled. "Speaking of a strong grip, that's definitely my strong suit."

"Hmm," she conceded. "A guy should have a strong grip. It's appreciated by... many."

Her cheeks darkened, and she quickly changed the subject to their game schedule and the list of opponents for the entire season. Her anecdotes about the bygone era of play fascinated him, and he asked numerous questions about what it was like back then as they savored the fajitas. Once again, Mrs. Bell's knowledge about quidditch struck him. Maybe she wasn't a player like him, but she was an avid enthusiast, especially when it came to English clubs.

"I could talk about this endlessly," she smiled, "but I won't hold you up. Thank you for the meeting. And if there's anything else I can do to help you during this difficult time, don't hesitate to reach out."

"Thanks." His cheeks reddened as she reached out her hand to grasp his.

"I'm serious, Harry. Kate disappearing for two years, I don't know how I would've spent that time without someone to care for. She winked. "Consider it our little secret.

Something about this woman ignited Harry's boldness. Maybe it was the recent hurt caused by her daughter or the way she looked at him. In her eyes was a trembling hope that quickened his heartbeat and ignited a surge of heat.

"I like secrets," he declared, turning his hand under hers and trailing the tips of his fingers beneath her palm.

Mrs. Bell's eyes widened, and her lower lip trembled. She raised her free hand, her fingers brushing the golden pendant nestled between her breasts, then gliding down her shirt's collar.

"You mentioned something, didn't you?"

"Yes," she licked her lips and nodded, a blush creeping down her neck, and a wild fervor gleamed in her eyes. "And I meant it... I know my daughter teased you... joked about it with her friends..." Her hand returned to grip my thigh. "I thought it was cruel, but she's just a young girl and she wasn't prepared for... all of this." "Enough about Kate," Harry's voice became husky as he stood up.

Mrs. Bell got to her feet, nodding and looking momentarily disoriented. She glanced around as if lost, then grabbed her purse and joined him.

"Follow me," she whispered conspiratorially, leading him out of the restaurant.

As they reached the counter to pay, she seemed dazed and bewildered. Her gaze still lingered on him, her eyes a mixture of surprise and curiosity, a smile refusing to leave her lips. It was so obvious that even the waitress's smile turned sour, and Harry heard her mutter to herself, "I could be his eager MILF too," as they turned to leave. Heather noticed it too; her face reddened, she closed her eyes, and whispered a quiet plea.

"Oh God, help me."

"If you don't want to..."

"No!" mom Kate interrupted with a firm shake of her head, linking her arm with his and pressing her ample breasts against his muscles, smiling at him. "It's something I've wanted for ages. With your game later, we'll need to be... discreet. But if your little girls won't be around after the match, come to me for your reward."

Her final words she murmured in his ear, opening the passenger door of her black Range Rover. As she stepped away from his embrace, Harry instinctively pulled her closer. The woman melded into his arms, hugging him almost fiercely. For a moment, he felt a sense of deja vu; the shape of her lips, even the pressure of her kiss, reminded him of her daughter. Yet, her eager tongue delving into his mouth was an entirely new experience, nothing like his former flame.

"Get in," she whispered, "before I tear you apart right here." As he sat down, he noticed her watching him, her eyes widening and her lips moistening, but she held back from saying anything as she drove away from the parking lot. They didn't drive far. Heather knew about the abandoned corporate park and stopped at a secluded spot behind the building.

After turning off the car's engine, they sat there for a moment, uncertain. Then Harry motioned with his thumb to the back seat. Her eyes widened, her lips glistened as she looked over her shoulder and eagerly nodded. The space between the seats was tight, but it provided a perfect view of her sensual rear as she leaned over to slip onto the back seat. Seizing the opportunity, he playfully gave her a spank, relishing the pleasant moan that escaped her lips.

"Oh God," she moaned as he slid in next to her, "this is really happening."

"This is really happening," he smiled, still disbelieving. His hands trailed down her sides, caressing her soft hips as she turned to face him.

"I'm such a naughty mom... I've fantasized about this for so long."

"I've thought about you too, Mrs. Bell," he admitted, his gaze dropping to the deep "V" of her neckline, deepening her smile.

"That sounds so naughty when you say it. 'Mrs. Bell'?"

"Mhmm," she murmured, her fingers fiddling with his belt as his hand lifted to caress her ample breasts. "Ohhhh mhphm."

Her lips met his, her hands trembling as they tried to free his erection. His attention focused on the generous body he held, embracing and caressing what had been the star of countless fantasies. While his kinky mind often wove Kate into fantasies, watching her mom fixate on his throbbing cock as it sprang to attention was beyond his imagination. The woman's lips formed a perfect "O" of surprise as her delicate fingers traced its length. Meeting her gaze, he saw her swallow and give a slight nod.

"I need to..." She carefully studied his expression before lowering herself, her mouth enveloping the pulsating tip.

Observing mom Kate, his ex-girlfriend, kiss along his length, her pink tongue caressing the shaft as she took a deep breath, was a mesmerizing spectacle. Yet, it paled in comparison to the moment she tore his shirt off and eagerly began pleasuring him. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she noticed how much he enjoyed her provocative display.

Mrs. Bell displayed enthusiasm, but he was surprised by her lack of experience. Her tongue, lips, and hands explored his length, yet from the very beginning, it was evident that she wasn't well-practiced. He couldn't help but wonder when the last time was that she'd been intimate with her husband.
"You're so tough," she murmured, her tongue trailing along the underside as he reached behind her to unclasp her bra.

Harry Potter's gaze fixed on Heather as she raised her head, scanning the parking lot and blushing on her cheeks. However, he had no intention of letting her kneel again. Leading her to the spacious back seat, he relished the touch of her breasts, savoring how her small, pale nipples reacted to his touch, and how her hips brushed against him.

His hands were busy sliding down her jeans and tiny pink panties. When he saw the lace lingerie, Heather blushed and admitted she secretly hoped for something like this.

"What exactly were you hoping for?"

"Don't make me say it," she protested, though he could see her pleasure building as she realized they were in plain view, a significant part of her yearning for embarrassment. He pushed her slightly, and she confessed, "I wanted you to push me down... and take me forcefully. Use me."

She turned her face away from him, but her words ignited a throbbing ache in his shaft, and that's exactly what he did. Grabbing her by the nape, he kissed her fiercely, reveling in how her body surrendered to him. With his other hand, he pulled her jeans down to her knees and administered another spank to her pale buttocks.

"Nghh!"

Kate's moans sounded almost possessed as Harry turned her around and entered her wetness. Her back met his chest, and a primal moan escaped her lips as she braced one hand against the seat back and the other against the car door. Sweeping her hair over her shoulder, she watched him penetrate her from behind, her eyes burning with fiery passion.

The car's roof made the position slightly uncomfortable, but as he slid one leg off the seat, he gained full access to Heather's enticing back curves and her aroused entrance. Her plump, round, and soft buttocks bounced with each powerful thrust, perfectly synchronized with her quiet sighs of pleasure.

The sensation of her velvety pussy was pure bliss, but he managed to hold back his climax as she experienced an intense orgasm. Watching her trembling body, her ample breasts swaying as she screamed in ecstasy, was truly an inspiring sight. However, nothing could compare to lifting her up and taking those breasts in his hands.

Leaning over the seat, his face buried in the headrest, he drove into her with powerful thrusts. She yielded to him, her form slackening in his arms, yet her fingers gripping his hips pulled him even closer.

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