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When Tracey began questioning Harry about the girls he was interested in at school, Fleur and Daphne listened with particular interest. Even Harry's stepmother joined in, asking about the girls and narrowing down what he liked and disliked about each one.
"Typical guy," Fleur frowned sourly after Harry admitted to having a crush on a celebrity. "Interested in big tits, a fat ass, and shiny hair."
The blonde rolled her eyes at Harry's stepmother, while her friend wobbled on unsteady legs, the champagne getting to her. Daphne tilted one rounded hip to the side and lifted the bottom of her towel, giving them all a flash of pink panties underneath before turning and shaking her ass a few times.
"Everybody loves big butts," the blonde girl grinned slyly, focusing her gaze on Harry's stepmother, who stared at the girl's ass peeking out from under the towel, her mouth agape.
"I think Harry's stepmother has it," Tracey blurted out, earning a snort and a light slap on the arm from Harry's stepmother.
"Don't be cheeky," she frowned, then turned with a blush to Daphne as she slipped back into her seat. "When I was a girl, ballerinas were prized. Tiny, looking more like girls than women," she snorted with distaste. "That's one thing I love about Muggle cultures. They know how to appreciate a woman with curves."
Tracey gave Harry's stepmother a shocked smile and lifted her bottle, topping off her glass.
"Now it's getting interesting," Harry's stepmother winked at him. "Tell Daphne about when you first came to the States and they tried to get you into modeling." Tracey snorted with amusement into her glass, and Harry's stepmother shot her a frosty look, but the friends were intrigued, and the alcohol loosened her tongue. Glancing at Harry, she adjusted her hair and settled the loose stole covering her figure. For such a small change, it did dramatic things, fitting her body's shape.
Daphne blinked in shock, noticing the same thing Harry did, and he saw her shoulders hunch around her lower chest. The girl couldn't help but compare herself to the older woman, and from the envious looks she threw towards Harry's stepmother, she found plenty of reasons to be jealous.
"When I first came here, I had trouble finding work," Harry's stepmother began. "The Malfoy family... Let's say I lost all access to their accounts after my husband and son's deaths, and my own mother refused to take me back into the Black family. I worked at a Muggle bakery, but the owner's wife... Well, she had issues with me." The girls laughed as Harry's stepmother took a deep sip of champagne and gazed into the night, reminiscing. "One morning, a man came into the shop and left his business card. A photographer for a big magazine, he said he wanted to make me a model," she chuckled softly and shook her head.
"But he was just another in a long line of men with bad intentions. When I got to his 'studio' –" she made air quotes "– I found a bed and video cameras for... porn shoots."
"No way, really?" Fleur asked with a scandalous smile, earning a scowl from Harry's stepmother.
"Of course not! She straightened in her chair, smoothing the loose gown again and letting them see her breathtaking curves for a moment. "I'm not blind. I know what a sensation I could cause, but I have too much respect for any man I give myself to," her dark eyes flicked to Harry so quickly he thought he imagined it, "to ever allow myself to be used that way."
"What a shame," Fleur shook her head with mock sadness, ignoring the scandalized, wide-eyed look from Harry's stepmother. "I'd pay to see you on screen."
"Many would, but I choose who gets to see me," she said, her chin lifting regally before the bottom of her wine glass caught on a fold of her gown and almost slipped from her hand.
The girls were the first to laugh, and Harry joined them, causing his stepmother to snort and smile despite herself. The conversation was more relaxed than it had been all weekend. They learned about the girls' childhoods and the struggles of being a Veela.
As the social one, Fleur found certain things easy, except in class. Daphne was the reserved nerd they had just discovered. The blonde girl had interests that didn't fit most of her popular friends, such as broom racing and chess.
As the night went on, Daphne and Harry bonded over discovering they had watched many of the same shows and played the same games. She didn't like first-person shooters as much as he did, but they both obsessed over the same fantasy series and spent a good twenty minutes talking about impossible boss fights. All the while, Tracey listened with interest on her lips. Harry Potter kept glancing across the table where his mom and Fleur were huddled in conversation. His curiosity grew stronger as he saw them whispering back and forth, but they revealed nothing. Even when the pair cast him a heated glance, and Fleur said something that made his mom burst into laughter and place a hand on her flushed cheek, the sound didn't reach him.
"Should we start a campfire?" Daphne called out to her sister. "Or do you want to turn in for the night?"
"I could use another drink," Harry's mom said, causing Tracey to laugh as she stood up to fetch another bottle.
The fire roared as marshmallows were toasted. The girls' hands became sticky with goo, creating an even bigger mess when they moved on to the chocolate. The laughing trio was covered in sweet, sticky syrup, and the champagne didn't help. Soon, they were licking it off their fingers, then off each other, as Fleur turned to press her lips to Tracey's.
Harry's sister moaned lasciviously, biting her lower lip in feigned pleasure as she turned to him.
"Tracey," his mom warned, frowning, but her daughter laughed and grabbed her friend's hand, licking the melted chocolate provocatively, her tongue teasing the tips of her fingers like they were a cock. Harry's mom's eyes widened, but she said nothing as Daphne took Tracey's other hand and began sucking her fingers clean. What started as a joke quickly turned into something resembling a lesbian finger-sucking fest. Fleur broke away from sister's wrist and jumped to her feet, pulling the other two with her.
The jubilant blonde shot Harry a challenging look before turning and dragging his sister and her friend back to the cabin. Tracey and Daphne said nothing, but sister Harry turned and waved at them, Daphne's eyes lingering on him before the trio disappeared into the dark interior.
"Those girls," mom said, shaking her head.
Her pursed lips twisted into an amused smile a moment later as the girls' voices reached them, collapsing onto the bed. They heard laughter and squeals from the dark cabin, along with the creaking of bed springs, followed by a low sound that might have been a moan or two. Harry stood up, and noticing his mom watching him closely, he sank back onto the bench.
"Come sit with me," she patted the bench beside her on the dark side of the deck. "The stars are beautiful tonight."
Harry got up and joined her on the bench, surprised when she snuggled into his side and wrapped an arm around him. His mom rested her head on his shoulder as the sounds from the cabin indicated that the girls weren't preparing for sleep. The old bed springs creaked, and he heard another low moan, followed by a sharp, hissing gasp that made him turn his head.
"Try to ignore them," his mom patted his arm, and he caught her wide smile in the faint moonlight. "Your sister and her friends are just having fun. As girls do when they're young and frustrated."
"We're all frustrated," Harry muttered quietly, and his mom looked up, her smile widening as the arm wrapped around him pulled him tighter to her side, causing him to stiffen as he felt something hard but soft pressed against him.
"Have I told you how proud I am of you?" she asked, causing him to blush and turn away in the darkness, but she reached out and turned him back, placing a finger on his jaw. "You've grown into such a good and handsome young man… The girls see it, even if they're not wise enough to understand what they appreciate. I admit I left Draco behind, but I would be hard-pressed to confirm he would turn out as well as you."
A loud cry of pleasure from the cabin made him stiffen again, but the serious expression on his mom's face softened, and a warm smile appeared on her lips. This time, the warmth made his heart race in his chest, and his sweat spread uncomfortably in his crotch.
"Even Daphne has relaxed around you after just one day, and Tracey never thought she would feel comfortable around a boy," the finger next to his jaw moved up to his hair and around his ear, twirling his hair, sending shivers down his spine. "But we need to make sure you keep control around them... And you're right on the edge."
Harry opened his mouth to ask what she meant when she pulled his hand onto her lap. Releasing her grip on his forearm, he felt the tips of her fingers glide up his thigh until they touched the head of his penis, causing him to jerk in surprise.
His voice rose sharply in shock, but his mom shushed him, pressing her fingers to his lips.
She glanced towards the cabin, her smile turning crooked as another moan of pleasure reached them. Her fingers traveled up his chest, tracing the edges of his muscles as she moved closer, trapping his arm between them.
"Those girls have no idea… How hard it can be for a man to control himself around their young, sexy bodies... How difficult…"
As she uttered the last word, the tips of her fingers wrapped around the fabric covering his erection, and he stiffened again as they stroked his length.
"Oh God," he moaned softly, his eyes widening as he tried to comprehend what was happening.
"I know what you need, Harry… Don't hate me… but I need it too," her dark eyes searched his face as her fingers lightly caressed him through his sweats.
There was a question in her eyes, and he nodded, unable to deny the ache in his balls or the storm of emotions swirling inside. Mom's eyes softened, and her lips curved into a sly smile that seemed out of place until her warm fingers slipped into the waistband of his sweats and grasped his stiffness. The cool air caressed him, and a small moan of pleasure escaped mom's lips.
The reality of the situation, sitting on the edge of the deck, hidden in darkness while she slowly stroked him with her gentle fingers, was surreal and took him long seconds to relax.
"Oh God, mom… this is…"
"Please… let me take care of you," she whispered, moving closer as her hand slowly caressed him.
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