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Investigation of Passion ch.2
🕑 Added 2024-06-07 19:19:00 +0000 UTC"We're having steak for dinner," Bellatrix said. "I bought broccoli, asparagus, and garlic fries to go with it. Sound good?"
Harry barely heard her. He stood next to his mom's Prius, staring at her flirtatious summer dress instead of paying attention to the seltzer he was pulling from the back of the car. She was his stepmother. She didn't wear glasses and didn't have blonde hair. She was a completely different woman.
He repeated these statements in his head, over and over, as if they could banish the shame and confusion the video had stirred in him. His mom frowned at him, and only then did he realize she was still waiting for an answer to her question.
"Sure," he said. "That sounds good."
"What's wrong with you?" Bellatrix brushed a few strands of dark hair away from her face, which the wind had blown. "Did you have a fight with Hermione?"
"No," Harry replied. "I'm just tired."
"You should go to bed earlier." His mom leaned over to pick up one of the grocery bags she had set on the lawn, and her skirt dangerously rode up her thighs. She had a great ass. Harry felt a confused surge of arousal and had to force himself to look away.
"I'm going... back upstairs," he said.
"Not so fast." His stepmother approached him, smiling slightly as she poked him in the chest. "I did the shopping. The least you can do is help me bring it all inside."
She made eye contact with him, and Harry felt his face heat up to a deep red. How similar were her eyes to the woman in the video? Maybe he could watch it again, freeze the frame, zoom in, and make a real comparison...
He shook his head and looked away, feeling both excitement and disgust at the thought of watching the video again. It was ridiculous, and he knew it. There was no way his stepmother would ever appear in a sleazy internet video.
She was the type of stepmother who got involved in school life, organizing bake sales and volunteering as a chaperone on field trips. She had a well-paying job as a real estate agent. She always told him where she was going and didn't disappear on weekends. It was offensive to her that he even considered the possibility.
"Harry James Potter, what’s going on with you?" asked Bellatrix. "You're acting like a weirdo."
"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm just really tired."
"Are you feeling alright?" His mom approached him, placing one hand on his forehead and the other on his back. Her touch sent a warm shiver through Harry. He felt himself getting aroused, picturing a promiscuous woman from a movie with her breasts pushed out and her hand deep in her panties.
"Okay!" He stepped back, grabbing another box of seltzer and holding it like a shield.
"Maybe you should go to your room if you’re not feeling well," she suggested. She looked more concerned than suspicious. She leaned closer to him this time, rather than away. The top of her dress fell down, revealing a generous cleavage and almost more.
Harry hurriedly brought what he was carrying inside and then headed straight upstairs. He sat on his bed, breathing deeply and trying to clear his jumbled thoughts. His door was open, and he could hear his stepmother humming as she moved through the kitchen, putting things away.
The temptation to rewatch the movie was too strong for him. He didn’t allow himself to sit at his desk or even get up from the bed. Instead, he stretched out, laying his head back on the pillow and trying to shift his mindset.
Nothing seemed to work. Questions kept invading his mind until they became too insistent to ignore. He felt himself getting hard as he approached the desk, carefully muting the computer speakers and opening the browser.
He loaded the video but paused it at the very beginning. It was a compromise. He wasn’t really watching it, just checking a few things. He started by clicking on the uploader, a user with the disappointingly generic name "darkstorm."
There were no other videos uploaded by darkstorm. Harry pondered the situation for a moment, then wrote a short private message.
Where is the woman in the video from?
He sighed with relief as he hit "send," allowing himself to relax as he considered the most likely outcome. The user would send him the name of a porn star. Harry could verify that it was just a case of resemblance, and his concerns about the video would be resolved.
Unless his stepmother was mysterious. Would she even bother responding to a random stranger from the internet asking about her identity? How many other men had reacted to the video and sent her messages, most of which were probably less nuanced than his own, since its posting?
He grimaced and quickly closed the tab where the video was open. He considered checking if Hermione was online and interested in continuing their game, but he wasn’t really in the right state of mind to play at his best.
Instead, Harry wasted time browsing an internet forum. Time seemed to crawl by, and it took willpower to resist clicking back on the video. He kept coming up with various rationalizations to watch it again, and for some reason, even just thinking about it made him hard.
"Harry?" called his stepmother from downstairs. "Dinner time. Will you eat with me at the table?"
It wasn’t unusual for him to eat in his room, though his mom always made him feel a bit guilty about it. It seemed the safest option, given the state his mind was in.
"Yes," Harry called. "I’m coming down."
He couldn’t afford to hide from her. It was like admitting that she might be the woman from the video, the woman who stripped down on his computer screen and seduced him with her soft, inviting words. A woman who looked so much like his stepmother that he had to question how well he knew her.
"Have you ever done any modeling before?" Harry asked.
Bellatrix gave son a strange look from her seat across the table. "No. Well, I did a few photos for my friend during Hogwarts, but I’m not sure that counts."
"So you’ve never done any films or anything like that?" he asked.
Bellatrix raised an eyebrow, a small wrinkle appearing on her lips.
"I think I would remember if I did," she said. "Why? Did you see someone in an ad that looked like me?"
"No," Harry replied.
"So why are you asking?"
He wondered the same. Harry had come downstairs with the full intention of forgetting about the video. He had a plate of an amazing home-cooked meal in front of him, consisting of steak, vegetables, and fries. His stepmother was talking about the upcoming week and an eccentric client she was working with. What was the point of bringing his strange suspicions into what was a normal evening?
"I was just curious," Harry said. "Hermione mentioned she wanted to get into modeling and asked me to ask you about it."
Bellatrix smiled, highlighting the color and fullness of her silky lips.
"That’s quite flattering," she said. "Unfortunately, I don’t have any advice on that. Did you invite her like I asked?"
"I did," Harry answered. "She was busy."
"That’s a shame," Bellatrix said. "You two would make such a nice couple."
Harry watched as his stepmother speared a piece of asparagus with her fork and very gently placed its tip in her mouth, lightly sucking the end as she took a bite. She was just eating, and it was as erotic as anything he had ever seen. He winced and turned his gaze to his plate. Was this how it would always be? Had the video changed how he viewed her, now and perhaps forever?
The rest of dinner was quiet. Harry had little appetite despite the tasty meal stepmother had prepared. He excused himself when he finished eating and went straight upstairs, although it was almost as hard to spend time in his room, with the computer and video within reach.
"Harry?" called his mom. "Is everything alright?"
"Everything’s fine," he said. "I just feel a bit strange."
A bit strange. Honestly, he felt like he had stumbled into an alternate universe where his normal thoughts and urges had been twisted into something perverse. And his mom had been replaced by an amateur porn star.
He shook his head, trying to dispel the thought. He had to believe in his stepmother, in who he knew she was. She wouldn’t have made a video like the one he had seen. Even considering such a possibility was ridiculous to him. And there were too many differences between her and the star of the video.
"Can I come in?" Bellatrix asked. She didn’t wait for his answer, turning the knob and entering Harry’s room. He had left the light off, making it seem darker and later than it actually was.
"Everything’s fine," Harry said. "Really."
He stood up from the bed and extended his arms. His mom walked slowly toward him. She had changed from her dress into a nightgown, a white slip that was too short to be worn in public.
"If you say so," she said. "You’re a teenager, Harry. I understand that moodiness comes with the territory. But this is still so unlike you..."
"I just feel a bit off," he said.
His stepmother stepped closer. She reached out and stroked his cheek.
"Is there anything I can do?" she asked.
The words sent erotic tingles through Harry’s body, and he felt himself starting to get hard reflexively. With the softness and tone of her voice, the words sounded much more suggestive than they should have.
"No..." he said, the word sounding shaky and breathless.
"I love you." His mom pulled him into a hug. "And I’m going to miss you so much when you go off to college. We need to make the most of the few weeks we have left and really open up to each other."
Harry embraced her without thinking. mom's body pressed against him, soft and warm. He felt her breasts against his chest, which caused another surge of arousal. His erection was slowly pressing against her stomach. Suddenly, he felt embarrassed and unsure of himself and what he was doing.
"I love you too, mom," Harry whispered.
He kissed her. He aimed for her cheek, but somehow his lips met hers. Still, it was a normal stepmother-son kiss... at least at first. His lips stayed on hers as the feeling of her warm lips intoxicated him, and then he kissed her again, pulling her tighter into the embrace. He pushed his dick.
Bellatrix let out a soft moan as the kiss finally ended, quickly planting another one on Harry's cheek, as if to mitigate the awkwardness caused by the first. She patted his chest and cleared her throat.
"Sleep is probably the best thing for you, darling," she said. "It'll help you reset."
Harry had the thought that he could, if he really wanted, ask if he could sleep with her in her bed for one night. When was the last time he asked for something like that? Probably around the age of ten. No, that was ridiculous.
"You're right," Harry said. "Sleep would be good."
He didn't let her go, and his mom made no move to break free from the embrace. She stared at him, though it was impossible to read her expression in the darkness. He could feel his fully erect member pressing against her body. He wanted to move, to let it touch her entirely, and to do something more.
What the hell was he thinking? Harry took a sharp breath and released stepmother, shaking his head slightly. Bellatrix kept her hands on his shoulders for another second before pulling away. She moved to where the moonlight from the window lit part of the room, and Harry swore he saw a flirtatious smile on her face as she turned to the door.
"Sleep well," she said. "I love you, darling."
"I love you, mom."
Harry waited until he heard the door close and stepmother's footsteps disappearing down the hallway. Then, he quietly approached his computer, opened the internet browser, and began searching his watch history for the video.
