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Narcissa quickly went to the bathroom, returning with a soft, white towel, one of the new ones she had bought just a few weeks earlier. She handed it to Harry and then took a place behind the couch. He glanced over his shoulder once and saw that she was turned away from him, just like Dr. Apolline had been at the start of the session the previous day.
"Alright, darling," stepmom said in a barely audible voice. "You can unbutton your pants."
The words sounded lewd from her lips, lacking the confidence that made dirty talk from a porn star or a stripper sound like sexual authority. She sounded like his stepmother, making a request she wasn't sure about. For some reason, this was intensely arousing for Harry.
He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, sliding them down to his ankles. He left his boxers on, feeling strangely shy about taking them off, even though his stepmom wasn't looking. They were in the living room of the family home, the house where Harry had grown up and where he would be living for the next few years.
"Alright, stepmom," he said. "I'm done."
"Good." She hesitated, seemingly even less sure about her next request. "I think now... you should take out your, you know..."
"It's alright, stepmom," Harry said. "You can say it. I'm not going to get mad or feel uncomfortable."
"Your penis," she said, with a bit more authority in her voice. "You can take out your penis, darling."
Harry nearly came right then. He didn't feel angry or uncomfortable. He felt horny, hornier than he had ever been in his life. His stepmother, the sweetest, kindest, most loving woman in the world, had just instructed him to take his penis out of his boxers. Harry pulled it out, and pleasure surged through him as his fingertips brushed against the bare skin of his shaft.
"Now, darling," his stepmother said. "I want you to..." She hit another stumbling block. This time, Harry waited, suspecting that he couldn't encourage her with his words.
"I want you to start masturbating, Harry," she said. "Slowly and nicely. Just stroke your fingers along your... thing."
Harry did as she told him. He was gentle, using only the tips of his fingers to move up and down his painfully hard penis. It was already dripping with precum, creating a hot, sticky mess on the material of his boxers.
"Alright, stepmom," Harry said. "I'm doing it."
"You're stroking it?" she asked. "Your penis?"
Harry nodded, then realizing she wasn't looking, he said, "Yes."
"Take your time, darling," she whispered. "We're in no rush."
"Okay," he said.
His stepmother was silent for a few seconds. The room was quiet enough that Harry could hear her breathing, made up of quick, excited breaths.
"Is it hard yet, darling?" she asked.
"It's been hard the whole time, stepmom," Harry said, stroking faster.
"Since we started?"
"Since Dr. Apolline left," Harry said. "So you don't feel uncomfortable having me instead of her?"
Harry thought about the question for a moment, allowing his hand to slow down a bit.
"A little," he said. "It's different."
"In a good or bad way?"
Harry paused, letting his hand stop. He heard movement behind him and thought his stepmom might have peeked over her shoulder.
"Don't stop, darling," his stepmom said. "Keep going."
"Oh..." Harry moaned softly as he resumed.
"That's it," she whispered. "Stroke it gently. Nice and soft."
"Oh, stepmom," Harry moaned.
"So," his stepmother said. "Is it better... or worse?" The way she asked the question turned each syllable into erotic fire. Her words were like foreplay or miniature audio aphrodisiacs. Harry was now stroking his penis faster, his hand making a bit of noise as it moved.
"It's better, stepmom," he said. "I like it better with you."
"With you."
His answer gave Narcissa pause. "Why?" she asked finally.
"I don't know," Harry whispered. "I guess... your voice?"
"You like the sound of my voice?" His stepmother giggled, and Harry felt his whole body throb with desire and anticipation. "Anything else?"
"Oh, stepmom." Harry was breathing faster now. "I don't know. It's just everything."
She seemed to consider his answer, and after a second, she cleared her throat.
"Keep stroking, darling," she said. "We need to focus on the therapy."
"I know, stepmom," Harry said. He squirmed on the couch, unable to keep his body still against the raging plea within him.
"Just take a deep breath and let it feel good, darling," his stepmother said.
"Yes," Harry whispered. "Oh God, stepmom!"
"Are you almost there?"
One of her hands ran through his hair from where she stood behind the couch. Harry realized she was watching him.
"I'm so close, stepmom!" he said breathlessly.
"That's right, darling. Her free hand ran across Harry's chest. He tilted his head to the side and kissed the crook of her arm.
"stepmom," he cried out. "I'm... about to come!"
"Go ahead, darling," she whispered. "Let it all out!"
A powerful orgasm surged through Harry, making him arch his back and thrust his hips away from the couch. Cum shot straight into the air. His stepmother leaned over him enough that the first string splattered on her neck, soaking into her robe through the open slit.
Harry collapsed back onto the couch, feeling pleasure, shame, guilt, and confusion in equal parts. He grabbed the towel and pulled it over his crotch, suddenly aware that some standard of modesty was necessary in front of his own stepmother.
Narcissa seemed to have a similar reaction. She turned away from the couch, her body stiffening with a cocktail of conflicting emotions. However, she didn't leave the room and waited for Harry to recover from the bliss before speaking.
"Did that help at all, darling?" she asked, as if she had just bandaged his knee or fed him a snack.
"I think so, stepmom," Harry replied. "That's good."
"Yes," he said. "Yes."
"I... I'm going to take a shower," his stepmother said.
"Okay, stepmom. I'm going to bed."
She left the room. Harry stood up slowly, blinking and returning to reality. He went to his room, trying not to think about what had just happened and what it meant.
That night, Harry slept peacefully, almost absurdly so. His sheets were clean, his pillow soft. Everything in his bed, his room, and the whole world was exactly as it should be.
He smiled as he woke up, performing a combination of arm stretching and yawning that bordered on cheesy as he sat up. The difference between this morning and the last was like night and day. Unlike the previous morning, he felt ready.
Halfway through getting dressed, Harry heard the footsteps of stepmother approaching his door. The events of the previous night immediately flooded his mind. It was enough to make him feel a bit dirty and more than a bit embarrassed, but even that he could handle.
"Harry? Are you awake?" Her voice was like a gentle bell, the kind used for meditation and quiet instructions.
"Yes, stepmom," he said. "I just woke up."
He finished pulling on his jeans, carefully tucking away the hard shaft of his morning wood, smiling with amusement. Harry was young, full of energy and enthusiasm, and most importantly, he was aware of it, at least in that moment.
"Bellatrix is calling," said his stepmother, her voice sharper than before. She said nothing more, and Harry hurried to the door. His stepmom stood on the other side, wearing a nightgown. She met Harry's gaze as he looked at her. Her hair was tousled from sleep, and her eyes were slightly hazy, but if anything, she looked even more captivating than the previous night. Harry would have stared at her for a minute if it weren't for the phone in her hand, which he took from her as she handed it over.
"Hello?"
"Harry." The familiar, lightly accented voice of Bellatrix came on the line. "I didn't wake you, did I?"
"You did," he said. "But it's alright. I slept well."
Bellatrix laughed, and Harry almost laughed too.
"I wanted to talk to you about yesterday's audition," she said.
Harry took a breath.
"I'm sorry about that," he said. "I wasn't at my best. I'm still new to acting, and I think I might have overestimated my resistance to stage fright."
"Very concisely put," Bellatrix said. "I fully understand how you must have felt."
Harry waited for her to continue.
"Harry, I would really like for you to consider coming in for another read," Bellatrix said. "I think you'd do better the second time."
"I'd like that very much too." He paused. "But I have to ask. Why are you giving me another chance?"
"I see a certain... potential in you, Harry," Bellatrix said. There was a tone in her voice, and although Harry knew further pressing was against his best interest, he couldn't help himself.
"Is that really true, Bellatrix?" he asked. "Be honest."
"Well..." She let out a small sigh. "The turnout among male actors wasn't what I expected. And regardless of our differences, I appreciate stepmother's commitment to acting, and I know there's no way she'd stop pushing you until you perfect every one of your lines."
"You know what?" Harry smiled at the phone. "I'll take it."
Bellatrix let out a warm, genuine laugh, and Harry couldn't help but join in.
"When can you come in and read a few more lines for me?" she asked.
"When will you be at the theatre next?"
"I'm here right now," she said. There was a small, playful tone in her voice that Harry almost didn't catch.
"Perfect," he said. "I'll be there in twenty minutes."
They said their goodbyes, and Harry hung up. He was still smiling and almost bumped straight into stepmother as he stepped into the hallway.
"Hey," he said. "Sorry, stepmom, I didn't realize you were there."
"What did she want?"
"I got a callback!" Harry grabbed stepmom by the shoulders and pulled her into a hug. After a moment's hesitation, she hugged him back.
"Oh, that's..." Narcissa trailed off, then seemed to snap out of it. "That's wonderful, darling."
"I need to go. Bellatrix is waiting for me at the theatre."
"Do you want me to drive you?"
"No, I could use the fresh air," Harry said.
"At least let me make you breakfast!"
"stepmom, I said I'd be there in twenty minutes."
His stepmother looked as if she was trying to come up with another objection but eventually held back.
"Alright," she said. "Good luck, darling."
She smiled at him, and that was all the encouragement Harry needed. He leaned forward and kissed her on the lips, then realized what he was doing. The kiss lasted half a second longer, and her body melted into his before Harry snapped out of it and pulled away.
"Oh." He blushed and looked at the ground. "Sorry, stepmom."
"It's alright. You were just excited!"
"I don't know what came over me," he said.
"Sweetheart." stepmom smiled at him and stroked his cheek. "It's okay."
Harry looked into her eyes for a moment. It wasn't okay. It felt better than okay, and in some ways, even worse. The hallway seemed smaller than he remembered, and Harry had a sudden urge to move them both to his room and maybe onto his bed. He shook his head and stepped back.
"I should go," he said.
"Of course."
"See you later, stepmom."
"Good luck, darling."
He stared at her for another second, then almost ran through the living room and headed for the front door.
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