Brooms and Cocks ch.24

As the ladies brought platters of roasted aubergine and hot peppers, Harry Potter's mum or Eleonora urged them to give him a treat. They unabashedly fed him directly with their fingers while the other women giggled with amusement. His misgivings about their growing intimacy intensified, especially when an old picture of his mum on Maglarena made its mark.

He avoided the picture all afternoon, but when he finally looked at the faded yellow photo in the glass frame, his mouth went dry feeling everyone's gaze on him. Looking up, he noticed the twin expressions of desire on the faces of Eleonora and Kate. They exchanged communicative glances and winked at each other in agreement when they realised he was watching them.

"What mischief are you two up to? Harry asked, unable to contain his curiosity.

"Why would you assume we were up to something? Eleonora replied, feigning innocence.

"Don't let old age make you paranoid, Harry," his mother interjected, contradicting herself with a sly wink directed at Eleonora, who laughed and finished her wine.

'Men are such simple creatures, aren't they? remarked Eleonora to Harry's mum. 'Fast brooms, fast women,' toasted Amelia. "That's all they want."

"Hey!" said Amelia, patting her cousin on the shoulder. "Talk about yourself, cousin!"

"I haven't been with a man in over a decade," said the gorgeous Italian heiress, her eyes finding me over the rim of her glass and holding my gaze with hooded eyes. "But you, Amelia ... When was the last time you had an affair with a lover?

The older woman blushed a beautiful shade of red and did not look in my direction. She was usually an open and receptive person, but returning to her homeland

brought out a different side of her. The meal was over, the sun had gone down and Harry found Amelia at his shoulder as he walked to the small room they had prepared for him.

"When you fuck my little cousin, make her shout your name so everyone can hear it, please, love?

"What's between you two?"

"We've always been competitive, but lately..." He didn't need to ask to know that Amelia wanted to reassure him. Pulling the woman into his arms, he stole her breath with a passionate kiss, his hands gripping her soft bottom as he turned her towards the waiting door.

"How about I make you shout my name?" he asked, seeing Amelia's face blush a furious shade of red, but her moist lips parted in an eager smile.

"Amelia, Eleonora wanted to talk to you.... Something about the Scuderia that needs to be sorted out for tomorrow?

"Oh, trouble," Amelia said, her face expressing disappointment and determination as she turned to leave. "I thought we'd already planned the transports. Reaching out and running her soft fingers over Harry's cheek, she ignored his stepmother's gaze, lifting herself up on her toes and placing a passionate kiss on his lips, her tongue making contact with his before she pulled away. "I want rain, young man."

"Agreed," he smiled, lowering his gaze to her wide bottom.

"The power suits you," Mum said, the pride in her voice obvious as she leaned against the wall of the narrow corridor. "Most can't handle it without becoming tyrants, but you carry it comfortably."

"Thank you," he said. He opened his mouth to tell her he was tired and wanted to get some rest before the big day, but she spoke up before he could, and as her words rang out, all thoughts of sleep fled my mind.

"I was sure you'd be pissed today. What guy in a foreign country, with no one to bother him, wouldn't drown himself in alcohol? I was hoping that if you were, we could finally have the conversation we've been avoiding, but maybe another time..." Her words trailed off before he interrupted her. "Eleonora is perfect for you, I hope you can see that.”
"Eleonora is... what? I thought you despised her," Harry muttered quietly, making sure no one would overhear, but he couldn't suppress his amusement when he saw Kate's offended expression.

"Never, damn it, could I hate that woman," she hissed just as quietly, stepping closer to ensure no one would eavesdrop. "To envy her, yes... but hate? No.

"I'm usually better at reading people.

"Well, in this case, you're wrong," she retorted, but the weight of Harry's gaze made her eyes meet his, and he saw a flicker of recognition before she let out a long sigh and continued. "She was practically a princess, you have to understand. I grew up idolizing the Zabinis. As a model, my dream was to shoot on one of their brooms, but when the opportunity finally came, I couldn't accept the obligations that came with it."

Harry raised a questioning eyebrow, and Kate looked up and down the corridor, not wanting to be overheard. She hesitated, then invited him into her room, closing the door behind them. Harry sat down, but she remained nervously by the door.

"Tomorrow you'll learn that men who own racing teams have... complicated relationships. Even in dim light, Harry could see her cheeks flush before she added, "That's why you fit in with them so well. Anyway, when I was younger, I thought the idea was charming, but Eleonora's grandfather wouldn't let any other driver touch me if he couldn't have me. Her words dripped with bitterness, which was rare for Kate, and Harry knew the pain still haunted her. "Those were different times, even two decades ago, and that man had complete control over the sport. I couldn't find work as a model and eventually left Europe for the States.

"And now you think I should trust his granddaughter?

"At first, I didn't trust her," she admitted, "But you need a partner, and she seems to believe in you. You could do worse than having Eleonora Zabini on your side. Her eyes shifted to him, and Harry sensed a hint of jealousy as she continued, "I've seen the way you look at her.

"What did you see?

"Your eyes lingering on her ass and tits," she spat out unpleasantly, crossing her arms beneath her impressive cleavage. "She's waiting for you now, you know... In her room, hoping that this big, strong Brit will come and take her away."

"I had other plans for tonight," Harry said, rising from his chair and approaching Kate.

Her breath quickened as he neared, and she backed up, hitting her back against the door. She looked at the solid wood, bit her lower lip, and hugged herself tightly. When Harry reached out and tilted her chin up to him, her incredibly long lashes fluttered, and her sky-blue eyes met his.

Harry Potter felt his suspicions confirmed as a satisfied smile graced her lips. Then powerful arms pulled him close, and his mind spun as their lips collided. Butterflies danced in his stomach as he held her tightly.

He wanted to pause, to grasp the gravity of the moment or simply admire Kate's beauty, but she had other plans. She pushed him back, causing him to land on the bed. As she lifted her dress, her thighs pressed against his knees.

"I've wanted this for ages," she whispered in his ear, her breath sending shivers down his spine as she kissed his neck. "Maybe I'm twisted, but the thought of screwing my son has been driving me crazy every damn night for two months!"

He tried to express his own desires, but it was futile to resist her when her fiery lips sought his again. Bold hands slipped under his shirt, causing goosebumps to rise on his skin as she explored his muscles. His hands found her waist, then slid lower, grabbing the ass that fueled his fantasies.

"Mhmm! You're a handsome devil," Kate murmured, pulling away with a mischievous smile as his fingers sank into her firm buttocks. "You have no idea what's in store for you... do you?" With a single stroke of her hand, she undid the clip holding half of her hair, letting shiny dark locks cascade down.

"I'll teach you how to treat a man. And then..." She tossed her hair over her shoulder, licking her lips seductively, the moonlight perfectly accentuating her features. "Then you can have me any way you want. Use my mouth," she ran her hand over his chin and neck, "my ample tits," she grabbed both, allowing the dress straps to slip down, but keeping her breasts tantalizingly covered. "Or any hole you dream of."

Pressing her body against his, Harry swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. Despite all his wild experiences in recent months, no woman could match mother's sexual allure. Combined with the forbidden thrill of their situation and her skills as a seductress, his cock throbbed painfully in his pants.

Her eyes widened at the sight of his erection, then softened as her lips formed a small "o." She began to slide down, but Harry interrupted, grabbing her firmly and pulling her closer.

"Not yet," he growled. "First, I need to see you naked. All of you, son." "Anything you desire," she murmured, her body undulating against his as he unbuttoned her dress.

As Harry Potter reached up to pull down mum's dress top, he admired the moonlight sliding over her silk-smooth skin. His fingers didn't tremble as the fabric slipped down from both breasts, revealing the firm mounds of her body. With a swift motion, he unhooked her black strapless bra, causing mum to smile proudly.

Her eyes tracked his face, wanting to see his reaction to her nudity. Harry wasn't disappointed; she was perfection itself. Her full breasts, nestled close together, were surrounded by silvery areolas and erect nipples that puckered under his gaze. He reached out, first cupping one breast, then the other, sliding his thumb over her stiffening nipple.

"They're sensitive," she breathed as he leaned in to take the other breast into his mouth. "Ohhh, Harry.... Mhmm, let me taste you, darling. I've wanted to do this for so long."

As she slipped her dress all the way down, mum smiled and bit her lower lip, revealing a smooth belly with a delicate bulge, before descending to the crevice between her thighs, covered in black lace panties.

Kneeling between his legs, mum reached up, releasing the belt with nimble fingers. Her eyes sparkled in the moonlight as she stripped him, then surprised him by pressing her face to his boxer briefs and inhaling deeply, her full lips gliding along his cloth-covered hardness.
"My son... You're huge!" she exclaimed, pulling down his briefs and gazing at his cock rising before her.

"You're so beautiful," Harry breathed, running his fingers through her soft hair, thumb caressing her smooth, rounded cheek. He saw her hesitate, not from nervousness, but waiting for something from him. Understanding her depth, he licked his lips and pulled her head forward, directing his cock toward her plump lips. "I want to see you suck my cock... mum."

She moaned around his cock as she sucked it into her mouth, then froze in place with a low whimper. Holding his cock in one hand, she sucked hard, sliding her tongue along the entire base, relishing the moment. Then her eyes opened wide, childlike blue meeting his, and the moonlight reflected off her face.

"Holy shit!" Harry groaned as his stepmother rose with exquisite slowness, her cheeks puffing out, and her tongue gliding, finding every sensitive spot on his shaft.

As soon as the head rested behind her full lips, Harry Potter watched mum wink at him, then descend, so slowly until the head of his cock pressed against the back of her throat. Fluttering her eyelids, she did something with her neck muscles and dropped the last few centimeters, deepthroating his entire cock.

Harry's head hit the wall, and he surged to his feet, the world regaining sharpness as he heard his own moan of pleasure. mother's lips curved at the corners, and in her eyes, there was fierce pride as she worked him up and down with deliberate slowness. Her tongue seemed to have a mind of its own, slipping out of her mouth as she took him to the base, reaching for his balls.

Each time he neared orgasm, she slowed her movements, prolonging the pleasure until she withdrew. It lasted for countless minutes, and her eyes watched him with an intensity he rarely saw in her as he slowly unraveled.

Certain she intended to tease him all night if he allowed it, and unable to bear another moment of exquisite torture, Harry slid his hand from her perfect breasts, which he had tried to explore as she forced him deep into her throat, to the back of her head. As he did, mum's eyes sparkled alternately with hunger and pride, and a grunt of approval emanated from her throat.

"Is this what you wanted?" Harry growled, knowing his voice would still be audible in the villa's close vicinity, but at that moment, he couldn't care less. "For your son to fuck your pretty mouth, mum?"

Her eyes told him to take what he wanted as her hands rose, forming a tight ring before her mouth. Harry stood on his feet, unaware he had moved, his hips thrusting in and out of her. He didn't know what was hotter, fucking his gorgeous mother's mouth or watching her eyelids flutter independently as she came without a finger on her pussy.

"NGH LUV MUGH CUM FAH MEEE!"

Her hungry words, wet and lustful around his cock thrusting between her lips, ignited him as much as the incredible sensations, and he watched as her legs almost gave out as she jerked his cock with both hands, her tongue reaching to take every drop as he shot into her mouth. Her lips tightened at the tip, sucking hard, and he collapsed back onto the bed, but his mother never loosened its grip on his cock, falling with him.

The sensations were too intense, and Harry had to put his hands on the body that had driven him wild for years. He pulled her toward him, tore off the sheets, and pressed mother back onto the mattress. She wriggled out of his grasp, doing something with her knees and hips that made her look even more enticing as her ass swayed on him.
*Chapter 35*

"You've become a man, Harry," her words came in sharp gasps as he spread her legs and pressed his lips to her neck.

"Ohh God, mhmm, taking what you want... Good boy. Take me, darling. I'm yours, Harry... only yours, Ohhh!"

Her nipples trembled as he sucked on them gently, and her slender legs parted as she writhed beneath him. Not content with just tasting those wonderful peaks of flesh, he kissed her smooth stomach until he found the treasure below.

"Oh baby... Sweetheart! Yesssss!"

Even mother's pussy was beautiful. The lips were slim and tight, the skin as smooth as a baby's bottom. Her juices had a very faint smell and taste, but she proved just as sensitive below as she was above, climaxing seconds after his tongue found her clit. Her thighs clamped around his head, muffling the sound as she screamed beneath him.

He wanted to make her come again with his fingers, but she had other ideas. Surprisingly strong fingers gripped him, pulling him up as her ankles hooked around his thighs. Her hands slid down, one grabbing his cock, while the other pulled his face to hers.

"Please, darling, mum needs this!"

"Holy... shit!" he gasped as her legs drew him inside, feeling the warmth of her pussy gripping his cock.

It was like a furnace engulfing his lower half as he sank into her sex. The world became blurry, and all he could focus on were the incredible sensations coursing through his body where they were joined. Then her fiery tongue slipped into his mouth, and he clung to her, kissing her with all the passion he had.

They were mindless, wordless beasts, writhing together in perfect harmony. It was lovemaking, but with a hunger lurking behind every touch and movement that almost frightened him. As his orgasm approached, they both became more insistent, their hands squeezing each other until mother screamed in climax, her breath mingling with his.

The feeling of mum's tight, unused pussy slurping his cock was too much for him, he lost his rhythm and issued a warning. If he wanted to withdraw from her before he came, he wouldn't be able to, as mum's ankles were locked behind his butt. Then he flooded her womb with one of the biggest orgasms of his life.

The orgasm of his life. Her cum bathed him for long seconds as he trembled over her quivering shoulders.

"Oh my, Harry," mum said, her hair sticking out from sweat and smudged makeup, yet she looked more beautiful than anyone else. "That was amazing... My sweet boy. You've become the perfect man."

He was about to laugh and say something, but mum did something with his hips that made him topple onto his back in his weakened state. He sighed as his cock slipped out of her pussy, then smiled as she kissed his chest. Looking at him with hooded desire, she began to lick and suck his cock clean, worshiping him as she would Hermione when she sucked him hard again.

Then mum rode him with delicious slowness, the moonlight highlighting her perfect body for his hungry eyes. Her massive breasts swayed, and he could witness the ecstasy on her face twice before he could no longer bear the slow ride. Growling with desire, he turned her, pulled her firm ass to him, and took her from behind, gripping her body like a possessed man.

Harry Potter had no idea what time it was when they finally fell asleep, but it was much later than he had planned. However, he didn't regret it. Because he finally connected with a woman who had once been closer to him than his own father. Under the cloak of darkness, he couldn't be sure, but when they woke up and bathed together, then dressed for the train journey, their conversations were easy and stress-free.
It seemed that the anger that had consumed his mom for the past few years had subsided, and she even offered Eleonora a warm smile as they exited the room and found her waiting in the hall. The stunning Italian had a sparkle in her eyes and a firm smile etched on her face, but when mom stepped out and waved cheerfully to her, Eleonora seemed disarmed.

"Good morning, Eleonora! Beautiful day," mom stopped and ran her hand over the flowery wallpaper. "I didn't notice yesterday, but your home is so beautifully decorated. Who did it?"

"I did," Eleonora said, her angry smile turning into a frown as she glanced at Harry. "The train arrives in an hour. Your people are gathering downstairs."

"I'll go downstairs and make sure everything is packed and ready. Have you seen Hermione there?"

"She was checking the equipment list," Eleonora shrugged, waving vaguely toward the shed.

"Is that a Caravaggio?!" Mom asked in surprise, pointing down the hallway through the door to the master bedroom.

"My father was a collector," Eleonora said, her frown softening as she turned to the beautiful painting. "He was foolish when it came to business, but he knew art."

"Breathtaking... Can I see it?"

Eleonora glanced back at Harry as he started to head downstairs, and he almost felt her shrug as she turned and led his stepmom back to her bedroom. He didn't know why, but he felt confident that his mom would smooth over any issues that their evening or passionate lovemaking might have caused. Mom was charming when she wanted to be, and he suspected that eventually they would find more in common than they might have guessed.

Harry found Hermione going over the manifest, making sure everything was ready for their departure. They were to deliver the team by train from Genoa in Italy to the new Zabini house. It was an act that would strengthen the bonds of both teams and at the same time make a stunning entrance into Monaco.

Upon arrival, the team had seven hours to prepare the broom before the sunset show. Everything depended on the three laps their driver was to take, but until then, a lot could go wrong, and everything rested on Harry's shoulders. As the team prepared, he was to talk to other team owners and their managers. He knew he would be judged as much as the broom during this time, and his stress level was beginning to rise.