Brooms and Cocks ch.22

Harry Potter wasn't sure whether to leave his stepmother alone, considering her recent volatility, but he couldn't deny how calm and composed she had been since he gave her the job. Then there were the little sisters, both with identical looks of desire as they glanced from him to Hermione. It had been weeks since he last entertained them together, and they had been quite vocal about wanting his sexy assistant, so Harry let them lead the way to the empty spa.

Guilt gnawed at him, but he took their cues seriously. He wasn't a technician, mechanic, or engineer. His involvement in today's affair had taken place in the months and weeks leading up to it. If everything went smoothly, he'd be able to make a speech and drink champagne. And if not, well, he'd make another speech and they'd try again next week. He wanted to fret, but it wouldn't solve anything.

They found a small spa open and ready but devoid of staff. There was a steam room, massage tables, and even a small salon. Harry couldn't relax, not with everything going on, but he needed something to occupy his hands. First up on the massage table was Hermione, who teased him playfully as she undressed.

It wasn't Harry who was most excited, though; it was Molly, who watched the slender young woman with wide eyes as she shed her clothes. Watching her massage warm oils into Hermione's smooth skin, the older maid joined in with trembling hands that grew steadier as they worked on Hermione's body.

His assistant was dripping with desire as his hands slipped between her thighs, and Molly watched with wide eyes as he delved into her. When he found Hermione's sweet spot and worked his magic, she let out a low moan of pleasure and soon trembled in orgasm.

At Harry's urging, Hermione flipped over, and he brought her to the edge once again. As he did, Molly's intrigued hands explored the woman's slender frame. With wide eyes of admiration, she delicately traced her fingers over Hermione's firm breasts. Then, growing bolder, she played with her nipples, twisting them with a wicked smile at the peak of her second orgasm.

"Now it's your turn, Molly," Harry said as the trembling, sweat-covered Hermione slid off the massage table.

"Oh no, sir... I couldn't," protested the older Latina, raising her hands.

Harry sensed the longing flicker on her face and had no intention of accepting refusal as an answer. There was no need to persuade her to remove her black and white uniform and lie down on the massage table. Initially, she tried to keep on her lace black panties and bra, but as she relaxed, she easily discarded them.

Hermione and Harry caressed Molly's body until she was ready, then his assistant's tongue slipped between Molly's folds. Watching the maid's eyes widen in shock, then roll back in her head as pleasure consumed her, was amazing, but not as sexy as when she insisted on returning the favor.

Thirty minutes into the spa session, I sat on the edge of the massage table as the satiated pair of women worshiped my cock from below. Molly and Hermione knelt before me, their cheeks pressed together as they worked on my shaft in tandem. The maid was initially shy, having never before given another woman oral, but she soon became a pro. Hermione led the MILF up and down my shaft, their tongues and lips meeting as they teased me.
A movement in the shadows caught my eye, and for a moment I thought we had been caught by someone on staff, and then I noticed a large nest of dark hair and pale, shiny silk, the kind my stepmother wore. The figure moved to the side, letting the light fall on her face, and I gasped quietly when I saw my mother's face.

Hermione and Molly thought my moan was directed at them and redoubled their efforts. My eyes were locked on my mother and I managed to suppress the question that came to my lips when she placed a single finger in front of my mouth. As my pleasure overwhelmed me and my orgasm grew, I couldn't tell what she was thinking about. Her eyes burned with an inner fire, but her expression still told me nothing.

"I'm coming!" - I announced with a weak breath and saw a fierce smile creep onto my mother's face and the finger in front of her mouth pull down, tugging at her swollen flesh.

The world swirled before my eyes as my cock began to pulsate and cum shot out to splash across Hermione and Molly's open mouths. My head drooped and I looked at the incredible sight as both women tried to lick and swallow every drop.

When I looked up, my stepmother was slipping out of the spa on silent feet. As she turned towards the light coming through the open door, I caught her straightening her skirt, which was twisted and tightened around her waist. Our gazes met just before she disappeared from sight, and I felt a new tension pulsing between us.

The three of us showered and dressed twenty minutes later. Molly slipped back upstairs

As the crew and Harry Potter gathered around the machine, they let the head of engineering take command. The low, balding man's face glistened with sweat as he inspected everything carefully. Launching a broom was not like launching a normal broom; it required precision. You couldn't just say up and wait for the broom to jump into your hand. These machines didn't take background magic, so everything had to react tangentially. Through the driver's hand. The technician was ready to make sure everything went smoothly. When he got the signal that everything was fine, the man closed his eyes, said a silent prayer and pushed some magic into the broomstick to make the start-up happen.

When the engine came to life, Harry didn't bother with the noise of the cheers. He joined in the joy, hugging and applauding with the rest of the crew. After finding his sisters and hugging each of them, he joined in the singing as everyone toasted their hard work.

Bottles of champagne were served and Harry noticed that his mum and Molly had joined in the celebration. When he stepped forward to give his speech, he kept it short and sweet, knowing everyone was exhausted. When he finished, he revealed the surprise he and Eleonora had organised.

"As a thank you for your hard work and to celebrate the birth of our new venture, each of you will have a seat on my private plane for the flight to Europe," Harry announced. Shouts of surprise and excitement filled the air, turning into raucous applause. "You will be there to see the machine race in Monaco!"

The excitement was palpable and the mechanics began to sing, fuelled by the flowing alcohol. They put their arms around each other and sang late into the night. Harry didn't leave until after dark, returning home with Hermione and to his room in a drunken stupor. He vaguely remembered his stepmother helping his assistant get him ready for bed, but then his memory was hazy.

The next day, Harry tried to find Kate to thank her for the previous night, but she was nowhere to be found. Throughout the rest of the week, she was busy with the film crew, and it wasn't until they finalized plans for the overseas flight that he finally got to talk to her.

"I know you have a dinner planned with Eleonora the evening we arrive, but I've arranged for us to have brunch with Egor Federline, the head of the racing federation," Harry said, reviewing financial documents with Amelia when his stepmother interrupted.

"I need to check my schedule," she frowned. "I didn't think you'd want me to come."

Truth be told, he was hoping she wouldn't. His stepmother was a stunning woman and one of the most charming people when she wanted to be.

"Of course, I'll come," she said convincingly. "You don't think Amelia will arrange the meeting with the federation for you, do you?" She chuckled and winked at the Italian MILF, softening her comment. "You need me, Harry. In more ways than you realize."

"She's right," sighed Amelia. "You catch more flies with honey than with vinegar."

"And you'll need someone to keep Eleonora in check," his mother added with a confident smile. "Leave that to me." Harry didn't respond immediately, taking a moment to consider the implications. It was true; he still hadn't secured a meeting with anyone who could make decisions in the federation. Eleonora made promises, but so far, he hadn't been able to fulfill them. The beautiful heiress to the Zabinich empire intimidated him, though he didn't want to admit it, and Kate could help him with that.

Harry Potter nodded firmly. "You can come with us, but you answer to Hermione. And Mom, I want you to keep her updated on your every move. Understood?"

"I won't change outfits without the girl's notice," she chirped eagerly, then headed off to pack, clicking her heels.

"I'd love to see Kate and Eleonora in the same room," Amelia laughed. "If there's anyone who won't tolerate my cousin's nonsense, it's your mother."

"You think so?"

"You only know her as your mom, but back in the day, Kate was a force to be reckoned with, and in Europe, they have a long memory for such things. My cousin grew up admiring your stepmother in magazines and fashion shows." She winked at him. "I think you'll be impressed when we get there. Or it'll be the disaster you fear, and we'll all have a good laugh."