Investigation of Passion ch.10

"My leg feels better," said Harry.

He rolled onto his stomach, trying to act natural as he spoke to his stepmother, who had just finished her phone call. She frowned slightly, completely unaware of the blob of son's cum stuck to her leggings, almost exactly where a tramp stamp tattoo would be.

"Really?" Bellatrix asked. "I haven't even started with the baby oil."

Her words were like twisting the knife. They forced Harry to confront how insanely hot what had just happened was for him. The thought of her doing it again, but with baby oil, was a serious temptation. The shame was indescribable, making him need to admit it.

"If the cramps come back, I'll let you know," Harry said. "Maybe."

Or maybe another part of his body would cramp up and need some tension relief. He buried his face in his arms, not wanting stepmother to see his expression. He was barely coping with what had just happened. If she looked him in the eyes, she'd know.

"Alright." His stepmother leaned over him, her breasts brushing against his back for a moment. She kissed the back of his head. "I love you, sweetie. Get some good rest tonight, okay?"

"Sure," he said.

Harry wanted to go to sleep immediately, but it was still early evening, and his body refused to cooperate. He sat at his desk, surprised at how much better his thigh felt.

More out of habit than curiosity, he opened his web browser and typed in the address for EroticGate. Harry raised an eyebrow, noticing a notification for a new account. Had darkstorm finally replied to his previous message from a few days ago?

She hadn't replied. But she had uploaded a new video, sending a notification to all her followers, including Harry. The thumbnail showed a woman who suspiciously resembled his stepmother sitting behind a desk.

Did he really want to go down this path again? He was almost at the point where he could let it go. The first video had warped his relationship with stepmother to the point where her simplest actions turned him on. He felt it would be in his best interest to just ignore the video and move on.

Harry clicked on it, looking for a pair of earbuds beside the computer. He put only one in his ear, wanting to be able to hear if his stepmother approached the door. The video started playing.

"Oh," the woman said. "Do you need something?"

She was wearing a white button-up blouse and a black skirt, her blonde hair pulled up into a bun. She still wore the same glasses as before, and if anything, the resemblance between her and his stepmother was even more obvious and striking. Harry felt his face heat up and almost felt he should look away or quickly close the tab.

"I was just grading your class's papers," the woman said. "I haven't gotten to yours yet. I wonder if you've been keeping up with your studies, like a good boy."

Her voice. It was so similar to stepmother's, yet so different. The way she spoke, drawing out certain words, moving her lips to highlight the seductive allure of her mouth. Harry started getting hard, despite how recently he had cum.

"I have so many papers to grade," the woman said. "I try to spice things up whenever I can. Though that's my little secret..."

She stretched out in her chair, unbuttoning one of the buttons on her blouse. She was petite, and her breasts strained against the fabric, the open space revealing a hint of cleavage.

The room she was in was small and windowless, reminiscent of one of the offices his teachers used at the back of their classrooms to grade papers and store materials. Her desk was tidy, except for the scattered papers, and as she leaned forward again, she let her breasts hang in a way that gave the viewer a quick peek down her shirt.

"Do you know what this is?" The woman pulled out a small, pink ball with a tail ending in a ring. "Can I trust you to keep quiet if I tell you about it?"

She smiled, pulling out a small remote and placing it next to the pink toy. She brushed a loose strand of blonde hair from her face and pursed her lips.

"It's a toy for women," she said. "I’ve placed it in a very special spot, and it helps me spice up my time while I'm busy grading papers. It vibrates, slowly increasing in intensity. It teases me. It pushes me until I can barely focus, and it takes all I have not to scream."

She bit her lower lip and let out a small, pleased sigh.

"One day, I might just slip it in while I'm teaching your class," she whispered. "Would you be able to tell if I did? From the look on my face? From the tone of my voice?"

She took the toy and brought it under the desk, her hands disappearing from view.
"Please," she said. "Now I just have to press the start button and..."

She pressed the button on the remote, jumping slightly in surprise as a soft buzzing sound filled the room.

"Oh..." the woman hummed. "Now I need to try... to focus. You can sit down if you want to watch."

The woman pulled out a fresh sheet of paper, her fingers moving suggestively over the pen.

"I need to deduct points for... spelling errors," she said, breathing a bit heavier. "Mrs. Black seems to have trouble with... spelling the naughty word."

Her speech became slightly drawn out, her words slurring together. She unbuttoned another button of her blouse, nearly exposing her bra-clad breasts. Harry watched as she made eye contact with the camera, one of her fingers tracing her lips.

"This excites you," the woman whispered. "I can see that. Go ahead, take it out. It's just you and me here. We’ll keep our secrets."

Harry pulled out his cock, already hard as a rock. He watched as the woman tried to focus on the next article. She shifted in her seat, unable to sit still, the vibrating toy growing louder.

"Stroke it for me," she whispered. "Oh God. This is it."

She spread her blouse even further and fully revealed her breasts, pulling them out of her bra. Harry stared at her pink nipples, the color of bubble gum against her pale skin and the white of her shirt.

"Am I a bad teacher?" she asked. "I feel like I'm good at... cultivating an engaging learning environment. What do you think? Are you... engaged now?"

For a minute, she said nothing, the only sound being the buzzing vibrator and her breathy moans. She bounced in her chair, unable to stay still, her fingers constantly playing with her nipples. Harry stared at the screen, unable to believe how hot the video was. He couldn't believe how much she still looked like his stepmother.

"Oh God," the woman moaned. "With a student in the room. I've gone too far. But this feeling... it's so good..."

She let out a sharp cry and placed her hand flat on the desk as if bracing herself. Harry groaned, crossing his limit and spilling onto his free hand, staring at the woman who was once again lost in her own orgasm.

"Mmmm..." the woman moaned. "Oh, look, your article is next. You can't be here when I grade it. But maybe we can talk again later."

She stood up and walked across the room as the video ended.

—--
He finally managed to fall asleep and woke up feeling strangely relieved. The recording was different from the previous one, and although there were still remarkable similarities between the woman and his stepmother, it seemed less likely they were the same person.

"Harry?" mom called through the door. "I have a day off. Do you want breakfast?"

He sat up in bed. "I’m just getting up. You can make it, but it might be a while before I'm hungry."

The door opened, and his stepmother walked in. She was smiling and still wearing her nightclothes, a short, shiny pink nightgown that barely covered anything. Harry got out of bed in just his boxers, feeling more comfortable around her than he had in days. He didn't even make a big deal out of the slight morning stiffness he had to adjust so it wasn't too noticeable.

"I love you, mom," he said. He smiled at her, stepping closer and pulling her into a hug.

"I love you too," she replied. "But what brought this on? I can't even remember the last time you hugged me this enthusiastically..."

She smelled of faded perfume and soft fabrics. Harry felt her warm body pressing against his as he pulled her close. His cock pressed against his stomach, and though he felt the blood rushing there as he realized how thin her nightgown was, he didn't let it mean anything. It was a natural reaction... right?

"I just feel grateful," he said. "We should hug more often."

"Mmm..." his mom murmured, her voice hot against his neck. "We should."

She kissed him on the cheek. Harry smiled and returned her kiss. She kissed his lips. The kiss lingered for several long seconds. He pressed his groin against her a bit harder, not really thinking about what he was doing. One of her hands slid down his back, a finger slipping under the waistband of his boxers, just above his ass.

"Well," Bellatrix said, finally pulling away. "Time for breakfast."

She disappeared through the door. Harry cleared his throat and deliberately tried to ignore his throbbing cock. He dressed quickly, pausing to check his phone. Hermione had texted him just a minute or two ago.

Hermione: Your dark woman uploaded a new naughty video.

Harry grimaced, unsure if he really wanted to start his normal day by delving into his own strange, pseudo-erotic conspiracy theory.

Harry: I know. I don’t think it's the person we thought, though.

Hermione: Are you sure? Maybe you should hear my thoughts first.

He frowned, staring at his phone. It made him a bit uneasy how much he wanted to know if Hermione had noticed something he hadn’t. He bit his lip, feeling his heart beat a little faster. This was all just a silly, youthful fantasy. A few weird, obedient desires wrapped around a suspiciously sexy video. But still...

Harry: Alright. Can I come over?

The house is empty. See you in a few minutes.

He headed downstairs, the smell of bacon and eggs on the stove greeting him as he entered the kitchen. His stepmother was bent over the stove, rummaging in one of the cabinets for a pan. Her tiny nightgown had ridden up, revealing a bit of her tight, beautiful ass. Harry stared at her much longer than he thought appropriate.

"Can I take the food to go?" he asked.

Bellatrix stood up, running her hands over her butt to smooth down the gown for modesty.

"Of course," she said. "I'll put it in a breakfast sandwich for you."

He tried to focus on his phone screen as she did this, not letting his gaze linger on her as she busied herself in the kitchen in her tiny nightgown. She smiled as she presented him with her creation. "Say hi to Hermione for me," she said.

"How...?"

His stepmother winked at him. "It's obvious, Harry. You two make such a cute couple."

"We're not a couple..." he said. She was already back at the stove, humming as she cooked her own meal.

He sighed and left the house. Hermione's parents were already at work, as she had said, so he went straight to her room once inside. She was sitting at her computer, dressed in black leggings and a gray tunic-style top. She already had the second video queued up and smiled conspiratorially at Harry as he entered.

"So..." she said. "What do you think of the video?"

"Good morning to you too," Harry said.

"I thought I'd cut to the chase," Hermione said. "I have to say, this one was way hotter than the last. Even got me a little turned on, and I don't think it's meant for a female audience."

Harry didn't speak for a few seconds. His face was flushed. Why had he stopped caring what Hermione thought about the video? The woman wasn't his mom. He had no idea he was even considering that possibility.

"It was hot," Harry admitted. "But after watching, it seems pretty clear we were wrong."

Hermione frowned. She had let her hair hang loose, strands of raven-black hair falling over her shoulders, making her look younger than she was.

"How so?" she asked.

"That woman doesn't resemble my mom at all," he said. His mouth felt hot as he spoke directly about their absurd theory. "She's probably just some perverted teacher who gets off on the thought of being watched by her students."

"You've got it entirely backward," Hermione said. "Whoever this woman is, she's definitely not a teacher or professor. She'd have to be insane to film a video like that."

Harry frowned. "I don't know. She seems pretty comfortable in that role and she's in a teacher's office."

Hermione smiled at him. "Which brings me to my second point. It's not a teacher's office."

She gestured towards the computer screen. "How do you know that?" Harry asked.

"The floor is carpeted," Hermione said. "They don't do that too often outside of elementary school. And look down by the floor. Did you notice anything else?"

Harry squinted, looking more closely at the paused image.

"No," he said.

"She's not wearing shoes," Hermione said.

"She might have just taken them off," Harry replied.

"That doesn't add up," Hermione said. "There are too many inconsistencies, especially when you consider the way her hair is styled. She wears it up, but look at all those loose strands."

"Maybe she was lazy when she did her hair?"

"Or maybe she's wearing a wig and it's intentional," Hermione suggested. "To hide a strap, a seam, or something else that could give her away."

Harry shook his head but couldn't argue with her logic. He sighed and sat down on Hermione's bed, feeling strangely excited by the conversation. It bothered him that she had such good arguments. He had woken up that morning feeling as if he had just come out of a bad dream, and now Hermione was bringing back his memories and implying it might be more than just a fantasy.

Did he want to go down that road again? He had just gotten to a point where he was ready to let it go and focus on the rest of the summer. He was leaving for college in the fall anyway. Did he need to know the truth, one way or another?

"Alright," he said after a few seconds of thought.

"I have an idea if you're interested," Hermione said. "A detail we can check."

"I'm listening."