James Potter, at seventeen years of age and the eldest son of the famous Harry Potter was walking past the kitchen when he overheard a conversation between his parents.
"Not now Harry, I'm just not in the mood." His mother was saying, sounding almost bored.
"Come on Ginny, we haven't done anything in so long." James heard his father protest but peeking around the corner he could see his mother all but rolling her eyes as his father's hand travelled up her side.
"Yeah dad, because that is going to get her off." The young man taunted, stepping into the room to view the older couple.
"James," His father announces in shock stepping away from the red-headed woman. "I didn't realise you were home."
"Seriously though, the reason you guys are having a dry spell is probably because you don't know what you are doing?" Harry's son informed him, ignoring his father's comment.
Harry was taken aback by his son's crass statement and felt a slight blush run to his cheeks. "That is none of your business James," he insisted.
The younger man raised his hands in mock submission. "I'm just saying, if you want to seduce someone, you don't beg them," James reached out and grabbed his mother's hip, roughly pulling her towards him and placing his free hand on her ribcage, quickly moving upwards to wrap it around her soft breast. "You need to show her who's boss."
"JAMES!" His father exclaimed in outright disgust. Harry all but ripped his wife from the arms of his eldest son and stepped between them. "That behaviour is completely inappropriate. Our sex life is none of your business and you should never touch your mother like that."
"Fine, sorry, won't happen again..." James sighed, rolling his eyes and walking away from the lecture he would have received had his father not been too appalled to follow him.
Ginny Potter could not get her mind off the events that had unfolded in the kitchen earlier. Her son had groped her, her son. Ginny had not said anything the entire time, she had been too embarrassed. She had been so embarrassed because of how the whole thing made her feel. She should have been disgusted and appalled like Harry was, but instead she was... Aroused? No, that couldn't be it. She could not have been aroused by her son, a boy less than half her age, someone she had given birth to and raised since infancy. That would be sickening, for her to be aroused by her own child.
But the truth was, Ginny had been turned on. The way James had touched her, Harry had never touched her like that. She and Harry had not spoken about it, he asked her if she was alright and they left it at that. James had touched her that morning but now he had taken Lilly, her youngest child out to see a movie and Harry was at work, leaving Ginny wandering the house alone, she knew Al was there but she had not seen him since his friend Scorpious Malfoy had arrived a few hours ago.
It had been too long since she had had sex, that was all, Ginny decided. If she just slept with her husband she would stop thinking such disgusting things about her son. So deciding that, she headed to the bathroom to prepare for later tonight when she and Harry would head to bed. Entering the bathroom Ginny found herself faced with an unexpected sight. Scorpious was standing topless in front of the mirror with his long blond hair over one shoulder while he was applying a covering powder to his ravaged neck. Ginerva Potter was shocked frozen at the site of his bare back, pale white skin stretched over taught muscle with deep red marks covering his otherwise perfect skin.
Seeing her in the mirror Scorpious spun around immediately to face her. Part of her mind was wondering how those marks had been left there and the other was insisting it didn't want to know. "Mrs Potter," the younger boy said in shock at being caught. "I was just..." He looked about, hoping desperately that there was some reasonable explanation he could give her but all that achieved was causing them both to notice the thick dark green collar on the counter.
The older woman looked up to meet his eyes. "Did Albus do this to you?" She asked in concern, reaching out to touched the bruised skin of his neck surrounded by bright red hickeys.
Scorpious grasped her wrist right before her fingers could come into contact with his flesh. "No one else is allowed to touch me," he informed the older witch. "Albus' rules."
"Has he been hurting you?" She asked, withdrawing her hand, not wanting to believe her son would do something like that to his friend but with the evidence in front of her, she still needed confirmation.
"It's alright really," Scorpious assured her. "He's my master, I like him to do these things."
Ginny blinked, eyeing the collar suspiciously. "I wasn't aware you two were..." she searched for the word. "Together."
"I'm his pet," Scorpious contradicted. "Not his boyfriend, we aren't together."
"Oh," Ginny muttered, unsure of what to say. "How long have you been..."
"His pet?" The blond boy finished for her. "For about a year now. We used to fool around a little but when my father found out he insisted we make it official."
Her eyes widened in shock. "Your father knows he does this to you? And he insisted upon it?"
"It's more complicated than that." The young wizard insisted. "As his pet I have a lot more respect than some friend he fools around with, Dad says that Malfoy's deserve respect, even submissive ones."
"Scorp are you done in there?" Albus asked walking in to find his mother and his pet standing awkwardly in the bathroom. "Oh hey mum," he greeted the older witch without embarrassment or shame.
"Albus what has been going on between you two?" She asked her son in confusion and disbelief.
"Oh, Scorp's my sex slave." The sixteen year old said in an offhand manner while shrugging. "I didn't tell you 'cause I knew you wouldn't understand, hell your married to dad, I'd be surprised if you even knew what sex was."
"I have three children," Ginny scoffed in defence. "And your father is just fine in the bedroom."
"Sure," Al said his eyes wide in disbelief. "I believe you mum. Because I haven't overheard his awkward attempts at passion at all. Seriously mum, I have a hard time believing James and I are even his, not that I would blame you for finding a real man to do his job properly."
"What is it with you boys and your interest in my sex life?" Ginerva cried in exasperation. "First James, now you, what has gotten into you boys?"
"You're my mother," Albus Potter reminded her. "I care about you. And by the way, if James is offering, you should go for it, I hear he knows what he's doing, too bad he's straight."
"Al, he's your brother." Ginny reminded her son, not sure how to react to his admission.
"And I'm not a prude. Anyway, I have to get Scorp back for dinner or I'm gonna be in trouble with Mr Malfoy." And with that, Albus collected the blond and his collar and left the room, leaving his very confused mother behind.
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