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For Harry, the remainder of the school week seemed like a nightmare. Few girls genuinely drew him in, but when they did, his sentiments were intense. With Daphne gone, there appeared to be no one else who could assist him with his medical care issues. The fact that he was also in love with his history teacher, Ms. Bathsheda, just added to his angst since she was absolutely out of reach. She was not only a teacher, but she also had a serious relationship. He reflected, "It's my senior year of high school, and I haven't even kissed a girl." My pals are concerned about me. Now there's this enormous pressure to find someone, anybody, and I can't. People think I'm attractive, but I'm such a jerk when it comes to ladies! I'm done with this silly five-times-a-day crap. It's ludicrous. You really can't expect someone to do something so private all the time!
Day after day went by without him masturbating even once. He didn't do anything socially other than come home from school and mope. Even Friday and Saturday evenings went by without Harry making any social arrangements. He was still gloomy and basically moped about in his room.
He couldn't get enough of summer schools, where students were taught everything that Hogwarts didn't. From reading, writing, and arithmetic to the nature of magic and sports.
When he initially started his new five-times-a-day responsibilities, he prepared a spreadsheet to track how many orgasms he had in a day. That way, he could ensure that his average remained high. But now he's thrown away the chart and still hasn't masturbated at all. Even the prospect of Andromeda no longer excited him. She seemed to be a faraway, fading dream. The first time he became aroused again was on Friday night, when Narcissa dropped by. She sat with Harry in a great work suit but no pants, curious to see how he would respond.
Harry felt she'd made an extraordinary blunder by not wearing any.
She kept her legs together so he didn't freak out too much, but the bulge in his shorts told her it was enough to have an impact.
This, however, made him even more depressed. Because Harry believed there was something improper about masturbating to ideas of his "Aunt Narci," the romantic vision of her in his head just made his problem worse. Rose was still dressing more casually around the house, but thinking about her filled him with nothing but humiliation. The only things that sexually attracted him right now were the ones he was determined not to consider.
Lily was really worried by Saturday night. Their pressure on him to ask Daphne out clearly backfired on her.
Narcissa, on the other hand, was secretly content. Everything was going well. according to her strategy. She had predicted this outcome based on her knowledge of Daphne, the "Ice Queen," and Harry's emotions for her. It was now time to put the next phase of her plan into action.
Because neither of the moms had any commitments for Saturday night, they spent the evening commiserating in Lily's bedroom.
Lily sobbed on Narcissa's shoulder. "I'm a failed mother," she moaned. "Harry just sits in his room; I've destroyed his social life completely!"
Narcissa wrapped her arm around her and comforted her with kind words. Narcissa encouraged Lily after she had aired her emotions. "Let's not just mope around, Lily; we need to devise another plan that will make Harry happy and restore his energy; we need to be clever and bold."
Lily tried to think but couldn't come up with anything. She'd gone through the subject in her head several times.
"What about hiring a professional?" Narcissa eventually inquired. "Have you given that any thought?"
"That sounds so crude!" said Lily. "Are you suggesting some kind of prostitute? That's basically what it is. I'd never have my son sleep with a prostitute. How do you even find such a person? Not to mention, how do we know if such a person will talk or not? You never know: pick the wrong person, and they might even try blackmail. My husband is rich, after all."
"You're right," Narcissa responded. "We shouldn't tell anyone about this problem, and clearly he won't have the courage to ask someone else out for a long time, but we can't wait around because he's lost all interest in 'doing his thing.'"
Vague expressions like "doing your thing" had suddenly become fashionable in the Potter home, so no one needed to use terms like masturbation.
"So I only see one solution," Narcissa said after a little pause.
"We need to sex things up a little so he can get over Daphne and get back on track. Otherwise, there's no telling how long he'll mope around like this. You know how sensitive kids are to rejection. It could be months! We need to undo the damage we did by forcing him to ask her out, and undo it quickly."
"Sex things up?" "What exactly do you mean?"
"What I mean is, we women who are aware of his problem should dress more provocatively. Be more open about sexuality, and allow him to be more open. For example, help him get over this hangup that masturbation is a horrible thing. And why should I be afraid to even say that word? We should treat it just like a normal thing, like taking out the trash or something. Then he'll be able to do it easily, at any time."
"'Like taking out the trash?'" Lily asked, puzzled. "Have you lost your mind? It's not like taking out the trash at all! And anyway, this sexing up idea, you know where that'll lead. He'll start having sexy thoughts about us. About you. About me! Maybe even about Rose! Is that what you want? Isn't that incest? Maybe we need to get him more pornographic materials instead. Otherwise, who knows what?"
"No!" said Narcissa, feigning outrage. "Of course, that isn't my first choice, but what is? When he was doing his thing these past few days, he was obviously thinking about Daphne. But now that won't work. Every now and then, thinking about a naked woman in a magazine may work, but it's completely different than with a real human being. Think about that woman, Andromeda, actually massaging Harry's penis compared to a photograph or even a video of the same thing.
"I don't know about that," Lily said automatically.
Narcissa was delighted that she did since it allowed her to elaborate. She wanted to get Lily excited in order to open her up to new possibilities, and she'd learned how sexual things had become during Harry's medical visit from Dr. Abasi.
"They can't. You were there. Don't you remember?" she prodded. "Don't you remember watching Andromeda's hands slide up and down on Harry's thick erection, over and over and over? Don't you remember her wet fingers slipping all over his pulsing hardness? Have you forgotten her blowing on it, the smell of sex in the air, the sounds of sexual fluids squishing around?"
Lily was whisked back to that day for a little while. Starting from nothing, her arousal level skyrocketed. She jerked out of her daydream when she realized Narcissa was asking a question. "I deny everything! I wasn't really watching! It was all medically necessary, anyway," she shrieked.
Narcissa was amused but kept her feelings to herself. "I'm not accusing you of anything; I'm just emphasizing the power of the live experience as opposed to pictures or even movies. It's too bad Andromeda is dating someone, because I think he liked her."
"Is she? Damn," said Lily. She appreciated the change of subject.
But Narcissa quickly changed her mind. "Yeah, too bad. Clearly, Harry was very excited by her attention, and I'm sure he's spent a lot of time since then fantasizing about her hands caressing and stroking his big erection. I'm sure he'd love nothing more than to have her hands on his hot erection, teasing it, pleasing it, and squeezing his warm cum out every day, over and over again.
"Narcissa, please! Must you use words like that? It's obscene!" "Words like what? I didn't say cock or even dickens. I'm just talking about his big erection. That's a medical term. Is it not true he had a long, thick, hard erection, all full of semen, or was it flaccid the whole time?" The vision of Andromeda touching Harry's penis was the last thing Lily wanted to think about. That triggered a flood of unpleasant ideas in her head. She had almost totally succeeded in keeping the doctor's appointment out of her thoughts since the visit, but it lingered someplace unconsciously. All of those ideas and pictures had returned with a fury.
"It's true," she admitted.
"What, he was flaccid the whole time? That's not what I'd heard before." "No, that's what he was, you know."
Narcissa pretended to be stupid and gazed at her puzzledly.
"You know!" Lily said, her irritation mounting. "His member. It was erect. His, uh, big, uh, erection." She didn't know how much her chest heaved as she imagined the nurse massaging his erection.
Narcissa abruptly reversed course. "Lily, don't get me wrong. I understand your position. You're his mother. You need to keep a certain distance there. But I'm NOT his mother, just a close friend. You know I love him dearly. If that means being sexier so he can get over Daphne, and yes, even having him think about me while he's doing his thing, I'm willing to pay that price. That's how much I love him."
Lily was taken aback. "Ejaculate? Whatever it takes? Just how far are you willing to go?!" She struggled to utter the word ejaculate; it came out of her lips like "child rapist."
"Obviously not that far, in reality; after all, I am a married woman!" She hoped Lily wouldn't remember all of her adulterous escapades at that very moment. "Lily, what I mean is that if acting coy—showing a little skin here and there, brushing up against him now and then, or letting him accidentally touch me—will get him back on track with his program, I'd be willing to do that. You know I'm good at flirting; I know how to not only use it but control it, so I'm not worried about things going too far.
Now Narcissa seemed to be the one to weep as she considered Harry's ostensibly medical condition, burying her face into Lily's shoulder, but it was all an act.
"There, there," Lily soothed, "don't be unhappy. I don't want to imply that I disagree with what you're saying. It's just shocking. This isn't something I'm used to. Let me tell you something. If that's what you want to do, that's OK with me. I'll do my best to be a bit sexier and more encouraging to him as well. Okay, you'll bear the brunt of the responsibility. Do you believe you'll be able to manage it?"
"Yes," answered Narcissa, precisely the response she was attempting to guide Lily towards, pulling her face up and looking Lily in the eyes very seriously. "I've been thinking about this lately, and I've thought it through." It seems to be the only option. I hold him personally accountable for his failure with Daphne, and I want to repair the harm. We were too rough on him. At the same time, we may keep our eyes open for someone else at school who he could be interested in. He'll transfer his affections, and everything will be back to normal."
"And maybe we can all gain something in the process," Narcissa added, fidgeting slightly. For one thing, we could get you and your overprotected daughter to loosen up a little." (As she said this, Narcissa had no idea Rose had already begun to think and act along similar lines, but she would have been pleased if she had known.) "Becoming a little more relaxed about your sexuality wouldn't hurt either." When you go to the beach, you appear like a Victorian era lady, wrapped from head to toe and even holding an umbrella. I have lighter skin than you! Being with you might be humiliating at times since you're so conservative. Come on, relax a bit!"
"I guess livening things up a bit wouldn't hurt," Lily remarked skeptically.
"Sure! It would be fine. " Here, I'll show you what I mean." She simply unbuttoned her top, displaying a gorgeous bra as well as the majority of both of her nipples visible through a thin, gauzy fabric. Immediately seductive. If Harry came in here and saw me like this, I'm sure it'd help him meet his daily quota."
"How could you do that, Narcissa?" It's so scandalous! Do you always wear that sort of bra?"
In truth, Narcissa didn't, but there was no need to tell Lily that. "Sure! So why not? It feels nice to be sexy, even if it's just for me and only below. But I believe we should wear this kind of attire around Harry on occasion. It'll be really beneficial to him."
"I'm not sure... Maybe you have the guts to wear it around Harry, but I couldn't. Even if it was just beneath my clothing." "There's no issue. I'll demonstrate. "Let's brighten Harry's sad evening a little bit," she said, cupping her palms to her lips. Could you please come here?"
"No!" Quick, button up before he gets here! Lily screamed in dismay. But by the time she said that, Harry had already started heading down the corridor from his room to Lily's room.
Narcissa said to Harry, "Sweetie, don't come in; I'm not decent."
He'd already had a good look at Narcissa's chest by the time she said this, and he looked for a few seconds before averting his gaze with his hands, blushing excessively as he waited outside the entrance to the room to see why he was required.
"No matter, Sweetie," Narcissa said, brushing off his free peek. You're lucky you didn't come in a few minutes ago, or you'd have seen your mother and me fully nude. In any case, we were thinking about renting a movie and were wondering if you had any recommendations."
"Um, I don't know." Harry was too shocked to think, still seeing Lily and Narcissa nude and wondering what had caused it. He was uncomfortably hard.
"Okay. "Think about it and let us know," Narcissa joked.
"All right," Harry said as he raced back to his room, not sure what he saw. "Did I see her nipples through that bra?" he wondered.
With a startled expression on her face, Lily scolded Narcissa, saying, "How could you?" That is incredible!"
"No, it isn't," Narcissa said, buttoning her top again. Now bear testimony. Let's wait approximately a minute before going to Harry's room. I'll bet you everything that he's masturbating vigorously for the first time in days."
They walked to the door and listened, but the room was too soundproofed to hear anything, and he didn't have the noisy bed springs issue, so Lily couldn't help but fulfill her curiosity regarding Narcissa's forecast.
"Harry, sweetie, can I come in?" Narcissa said as she knocked. " "Uh, no! Please be patient! I'm not even respectable!" He knew he shouldn't be jacking off while thinking about Narcissa, but after catching glimpses of her pussy and then her boobs on successive days, he couldn't stop himself anymore, and he'd been going at it with pent-up abandon when he heard the tap on the door.
Narcissa turned to Lily and said, "You see? He was naked in less than a minute. That instantly solved his stimulation shortage. That is what we must do."
Lily regarded her pal with skepticism and concern. "I'm not sure... Are you certain?"
She had a dream that night in which she relived the doctor's visit and Andromeda's handjob, and when she woke, she felt as if she'd committed a terrible sin.