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Daphne and her friends went to the pool, ignoring the agreement from the previous day, and one look at the trio lying in the sun in their string bikinis told Harry he couldn't risk it. After finishing with the boxes, he went to his room to change and noticed the view of Daphne, Hannah, and Fleur's incredible bodies.
Watching all three, Harry's erection returned, and his hand found its way around his dick. He couldn't help himself. Images of the three stunning girls kneeling before him, their tongues teasing his dick or their round asses bent over in front of him as he fucked them from behind, filled his head, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. He was on the edge when his bedroom doorknob turned with its distinctive creak, and he fumbled to cover himself as the door inched open.
"Harry, I wanted to ask—oh my!" Mom ducked her head, raising one hand to cover her view as Harry shoved his stiff member into his shorts and turned away from her, feeling his cheeks burn red.
"Jesus, knock next time!"
"Sorry, sweetheart, I didn't think..." Her hand never reached her eyes, covering her mouth instead as she stared at his crotch. Harry's cheeks burned hotter as she blinked and glanced at the window, frowning. "Were you...?"
"Mom, just get out!" Harry was about to die of embarrassment if she continued, but thankfully she nodded.
"I understand, we'll talk later." Her gaze dropped to Harry's tight shorts again, she gasped sharply, and fled his room.
Harry stepped to close the door and caught Astoria's face peeking from her room. He feared finding anger or, worse, disgust, but what he saw confused him. He tried to make sense of her expression as she slammed the door and threw the latch. Jumping in the shower, Harry washed off the dust from the basement and dealt with his stiffness. This time, though, images of his stepmom danced alongside the sexy girls. It was hard not to feel bad about those fantasies, but he couldn't help himself.
When Harry was ready, he hurried out of the house, wanting to avoid awkward confrontations with his mom or sister. He had applied for a job at the local tutoring agency, hoping his knowledge of math and science would be useful so he wouldn't have to take up table service or dishwashing like most kids.
The agency was located in a small office in a strip mall outside the city center. Harry found it quite easily, but the woman in charge was busy tutoring a post-Hogwarts boy when he arrived. After waiting for ten minutes, she ushered the boy out and, with profuse apologies, led Harry to her office at the back.
The woman, named Amelia, was in her forties with dyed blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. She was attractive in a bookish, librarian way, with a broad, round bottom and heavy breasts that swayed delightfully in her sweater.
Finding his thoughts in the gutter, imagining how soft her ass would be and what her plump lips would look like sliding over his dick, Harry pushed the image out of his head. Battling such thoughts was common for a teenage boy, but they had never been so pervasive before.
"Well, Harry," Amelia said, taking his printed CV and scanning it as she took a seat behind her desk. "You have excellent academic results, and congratulations on being accepted to the University of London Magic. That's impressive."
"Thank you," Harry said, blushing under the praise. "I tutored at Hogwarts, mostly younger students, but also my peers, so I'm not entirely new to it."
"Have you worked with academic youth or adults before?" When he shook his head, Amelia sighed and sat back in her chair. "It's a completely different beast when you're trying to teach someone older by a year or even a decade. Ego and all that, I'm sure you understand. Do you think this is something that would interest you?"
"It sounds interesting," Harry said. "What kinds of subjects do you teach here?"
"Often runes, history of magic, but recently more math, sciences, language—anything the Ministry of Magic has started requiring from their employees. Most of them are continuing education or attending ministry training programs. This job requires a lot of patience. Do you think you can handle it?"
"I'd like to try," Harry said. "Teaching adults sounds more rewarding than what I've done before."
"Oh, it is," she said, sitting forward and turning on her computer. "And they're much more appreciative." She gave him an amused look, her eyes trailing over his features and the breadth of his shoulders. "You'll see what I mean." She winked at him before turning back to the screen. "Let's see how you did on your tests... Wow, excellent scores in math and language, and you were just one point shy in the science section. Impressive."
Harry winced, annoyed both by his mistake and not knowing what it was.
"I'd like to try you out for a few days on a trial basis. Of course, you'll be paid, but I want to make sure you understand everything involved with this job before committing for the whole summer."
"Sounds great," Harry said, excited at the opportunity.
"Then let's schedule you," she said with a bright smile.
She had a group of three kids preparing for a math course at a nearby college. An afternoon or two was all they needed, and if it went well, Amelia promised regular work for Harry all summer.
Thanking her, Harry stood, shook her hand, and hurried out before her warm eyes filled his head with more fantasies. When he returned home, he was surprised to find Daphne's car in the driveway. She usually returned to her sorority house on Sunday mornings to prepare for school or the workweek, even in summer.
When Harry walked inside, he found Mom in the kitchen. As soon as he saw her, he blushed with embarrassment, remembering their last encounter and fearing she would confront him, but she was all smiles, bustling around the kitchen preparing dinner. Astoria was out with friends watching a new movie release, and Mom had a book club meeting in an hour. "Is that why you're in such a good mood?" Harry asked, stealing a spoonful of meat sauce from the pan.
"Eat a snack if you're hungry," she admonished, then smiled at him. "Today we're discussing *Educating Edward, and I can't wait to hear what the other ladies think of it."
"What's it about?" Harry asked.
"Umm... just a silly romance," she said with an embarrassed laugh, her cheeks turning rosy pink. "I'll leave the pasta uncooked. You and Daph can handle it, right?"
"I'll heat it up in an hour," Harry said, more than a little curious about the book.
"Your sister is staying over with friends again." Mom's cheeks grew even redder, the blush spreading down her pale neck and chest, but she looked at him with a determined gaze. "I don't want to hear about you disturbing them when they go to bed, okay?"
Too embarrassed to speak, Harry nodded, wishing to be anywhere else at that moment. Mom seemed to pity him, her frown turning into an amused smile as she approached and hugged him, her apron-covered breasts pressing against him.
"I know it must be hard for you... A young man in the prime of his life, surrounded by teasing young women." Her lips brushed against his neck, sending a shiver down his spine and making the hair on his neck and arms stand up. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you earlier when I interrupted..."
"It's okay," Harry managed to say, trying to pull his hips away as he felt his dick stiffen, not wanting his stepmom to know she caused it.
"No, it's not," she breathed, her finger tracing small patterns on his chest as she leaned against him. "I was so happy you're not going abroad... So happy you won't leave me alone... And I want to congratulate you properly and thank you... Are you free on Friday? I have a busy week at work, but I want to do something special for you."
"Yes," Harry said, barely recognizing his own voice. "I'll be free."
Harry Potter leaned back against the wall, letting out a deep sigh. He had barely escaped one mess and was already falling into another. Mom turned to him, her plump lips pressing against his cheek, sending tingles of pleasure throughout his body before she stepped back and patted his cheek.
"Good," she said. "Now go upstairs and relax before sister's friends come up with some ideas." Her eyes flicked down to the large bulge in his pants.
Harry forced himself to laugh, memories of Fleur in the pool and at home flashing through his mind.
"Oh, yeah. How did the interview go?" asked Mom.
"It went well," Harry replied, eager to escape to his room and avoid the shame he felt from his reaction.
"Okay, we'll talk about it later." Mom winked at him and returned to the stove, humming cheerfully.
Mom only hummed like that when she was in an excellent mood, so Harry figured she must be really excited about the book. Rushing to his room, he busied himself, trying not to let the images of the sexy women in the house seep into his fantasies.
After freshening up, Harry sat at his computer and lost himself in a new game for a few hours until a loud knock sounded at the door.
"Dinner's ready! Better grab some before Daphne and her friends eat it all. Text me if you need anything!" The sound of Mom's heels echoed as she headed downstairs.
Harry followed the sound and found Daphne and her friends lounging in the living room, watching some trashy reality TV. Daph glanced at him as he entered, lazily waved, and then turned back to the screen. Her face was flushed and relaxed from an afternoon in the sun with cocktails, but the other girls perked up when they noticed him.
"Settle a debate for us, Harry," Hannah requested, turning in her chair and hugging a pillow to her stomach. Harry couldn't help but notice how the pillow pushed up her large, tanned breasts into delightful mounds under her chin. "Who's hotter, Addison Rae or Kim K? I think Addison is sexy as hell, but Fleur is obsessed with Kim's ass."
"Everyone's obsessed with her ass," Fleur said, rolling her eyes before smiling at Harry and patting the seat between them on the couch. "So what's your take?"
"It's not that simple," Harry said, taking a seat and shifting nervously as Fleur placed a hand on his thigh. Daphne glanced over and noticed the touch, but only frowned and rolled onto her side, no longer looking directly at them.
"Are you trying to tell us that boys are complicated?" Hannah laughed lightly. "Because I've seen how they act when I wear a dress and I wouldn't describe it as complicated."
"Do you want my opinion or not?" Harry asked, a hint of sharpness in his tone as he raised an eyebrow at the sexy girl. He liked the look of shock that crossed her face. He couldn't keep a stern expression, and she smiled.
"You were right, Fleur. He does have some spice," Hannah said, turning to him and resting an arm on the back of the couch. "Come on, stud, tell us your thoughts on other girls."
Harry chose his words carefully. "Addison is younger and maybe sexier, but Kim built an empire and that's attractive in itself. Besides, Kim's ass and tits are ten times better, and I've always had a thing for older women."
"Now we're getting somewhere." Hannah laughed.
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