Harry Potter and Molly Weasley Part 1. (Patreon)

All characters in this fan fiction have had their age altered and all are above the age of legal consent.  

I want to make it perfectly clear that it’s just a writing meant to bring entertainment. It’s not an actual canon event to anything but my own personal fictional writings on the subject.

I hope that you all understand that English is not my first language and mistakes are therefore bound to happen. I will make adjustments as I see them, but even I have limitations (A number of them actually 😅)

Other than that, I hope that you enjoy it. And be on the lookout for part 2.

P.S. I would like to point out that I will take a break from most stuff in a while (vacation) so there might not be too many updates. Please bear this in mind. Thank you all. ❤️

Yours truly

Hammer

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The Flying Ford Anglia landed in front of Ron’s home.

It was located deep in the Devon countryside and was a lopsided house with a wonky chimney stacks, a red roof and a jumble of gnomes, chickens and Wellington boots in the front garden.

It looked like it had once been a small Tudor building, but it had been expanded in all directions.

Harry exited the car with Ron, Fred and George.

“See, nothing to it.” Fred opened the trunk and started pulling out Harry’s stuff.

“Let’s get Harry’s stuff up to your room Ron. And when mom wakes up you simply say; Hey mom, look who showed up last night. She is probably gonna fawn all over Harry, so... no need to tell how he actually got here.”

Ron shrugged and nodded. “Sounds good. Come with me Harry, my room is...”

Ron got silent. Harry, Fred and George all stopped what they were doing and turned to look at Ron... And what they saw made them all freeze on the spot.

Mrs Weasley stood in the doorway and looked at her sons with thunder in her eyes. Dressed in a short nightgown and morning robe, she was a sight for gods.

Fred said; “Oh no...”

George said; “Oh dear...”

Ron said nothing, but was pale like a ghost.

Mrs Weasley marched over the court with chickens running away from her. Usually she was probably the most beautiful woman Harry had ever seen. She had a sweet smile and friendly eyes...

But at this moment she looked remarkably similar to a raging tiger.

She stood in front of her sons (and Harry) and stared daggers at them (though not at Harry) “Well?!” She hissed at her boys.

Fred was the first who broke the silence.

"Good morning mom!” He said and it was clear he tried to sound witty and charming.

Molly stared him down. “Do you have any idea how worried we have been?”

All the Weasley boys (and Harry) were much taller than their mother, but they were shockingly small now confronted with her anger.

 “Sorry mom, but you see...” George was cut off by his mother.

“Empty beds!... The car was gone!... No message!... You could have crashed! You could have been seen! NEVER HAVE I EVER...! JUST YOU WAIT UNTIL YOUR FATHER RETURNS! WE’VE NEVER HAD THIS MUCH TROUBLE WITH ANY OF YOUR BROTHERS! NOT BILL, NOT CHARLIE, NOT PERCY!...”

“Perfect Percy...” Fred mumbled...

Mrs Weasley poked him hard in his chest.

“YOU WOULD DO WELL TO LEARN FROM YOUR BROTHER!”

Finally Mrs Weasley turned towards Harry, and he stiffened himself for the barrage...

“I am so happy to see you again my dear Harry, come on inside and get some breakfast.”

Mrs Weasley was all smiles and looked at Harry like he was the most precious and darling thing in the world. She charmingly took his arm and pulled him close into her and led him inside the house.

The Weasley boys all giggled.

A little later they all sat around the table and were eating eggs, bacon, sausages and toast.

Mrs Weasley kept circling around Harry and kept filling more and more food on his plate. All while she kept smiling at him with the most wonderful smile in the world.

“It’s so great to have you with us, Harry. Arthur and I have been so worried. We actually had just decided to come and get ya, if you didn’t answer Ron’s last owl before Friday... but honestly... flying an illegal car half way through the country... I can’t even begin to imagine how badly it could have gone...”

“Mom, it was cloudy and foggy...” Fred complained.

“Be quiet while you eat!” Mrs Weasley said.

“But they were starving him, mom!” George said.

“You too!” Mrs Weasley said, but she did look a lot less angry, and buttered a thick coat on Harry’s toast.

After a good long breakfast Harry noticed how Mrs Weasley kept circling around him like a smitten kitten. He also seemed to catch more than one gaze right into his own eyes. He noticed that her eyes had the most wonderful brown color. He also noticed something else... she wasn’t eating... like at all... Perhaps... she had already gotten breakfast?

 After they had eaten, Molly sent her sons out to do some chores in the garden. Harry stood up to go and help Ron, Fred and George, but Mrs Weasley kept him back.

“No, not you, my dearest Harry. You need to go and get some rest.”

Ron, Fred and George giggled and hurried outside.

“But I really don’t mind, Mrs Weasley.”

“You are so sweet my dear, but a young man your age needs to rest as well. And you didn’t ask them to fly that god awful car.”

Molly then took Harry’s arm, and pulled him up towards the spare room.

When they reached the stairs, Molly took the lead and Harry could see absolutely EVERYTHING under her nightgown. They walked up two flights of stairs and... Harry felt they walked at the shortest pace known to man...

But he enjoyed it. More than anything.

As they reached the floor of the spare bedroom, Harry’s tongue almost hung out of his mouth as if in an attempt to lick her butt...

“This is where you are going to sleep, Harry my dear.” Harry was led inside.

It was a bedroom about the same size as his room at Privet drive. It was light and the bed was a little larger than his own.

“We usually use it for Ron’s great aunt Muriel’s visits, but she never comes around anymore... Kudos to Fred and George...”

Harry looked around. It looked very neat and charming. And the scent was charming as well.

He looked at Mrs Weasley with a glow in his eyes. “Thank you so much, Mrs Weasley.”

Molly blushed: “Oh you are most welcome my dear.” And then... she kissed him... right on the mouth...

Her tongue slipped out and... met... Harry’s tongue on it’s way out...

Harry let out a sigh and... his arms closed around the body of Mrs Weasley... she was so soft...

Suddenly, her tongue pressed itself into his mouth and she began to moan more hectic and passionate than before.

 Harry’s hands had found their way to her ass, and he was rubbing his pelvis against her... as his hardon had become even harder...

Molly broke their kiss and looked into his eyes with an open mouth.

And then... Without breaking eye contact... did she slowly kneel down in front of him.

Harry knew what she would do, but he almost couldn’t believe it.

Molly opened his pants and pulled his cock out. Harry let out a grunt, and as his pulsating cock popped out into the world, Molly began to kiss it.

Harry began to moan and gasp as she bestowed it with kisses. One after the other. She also had a firm grip on his shaft and she began to lick and kiss the tip of his member in order to collect the precum.

Harry enjoyed it... and he knew... that if it felt this good now... it would feel ten thousand times better, when she finally...

Harry opened his eyes... this he had to see...

Molly opened up and began to suck him off. At first at a relatively slow pace, giving herself more and more time to adjust to his size.

But eventually she got more and more confident it seemed, and then she began to suck him much more vigorously and far more intensely.

Harry loved it. He hadn’t gotten a proper blow job in over a week. And Molly Weasley was really good.

It was hard not to be envious of Mr. Weasley... as he was a very lucky man... to have such... a fantastic wife... giving him blowjobs... whenever he wanted... Oh goodness it was fantastic. She was so attentive, and she was sooo good... Harry had placed his hands behind his neck and just allowed Molly to do what she did...

And damn it was good.

Molly kept going strong until she finally let go with her hands, and allowed Harry to take charge.

Harry looked down and he saw her catch his eyes with hers and smile over his cock. He knew what that meant.

Harry had placed his hands on her head, and... with a firm grip in her gorgeous red curly hair and an adjustment to his stance... he began to fuck her face.

Heaven on earth.

That is the closest thing to it that he could make of it. With him in charge, it was much, much easier to get all the way down her throat.

 At first he had just taken the reins and started to fuck her face with pure force and strenght.

But as he finally gained more and more momentum in his movements he began to stick his cock deeper and deeper down her throat to really fuck it good and well.

And finally when she was done gagging over his size, he pushed his cock and pulled her head so much that nose was pressed up against his stomach, and he felt how he was now all down her throat.

“Ooooh fuck... Mrs Weasley you are... a fantastic cocksucker...”

Harry stayed all the way down as much as he dared, and then he relented, and let Molly take a few gasps of fresh air.

Then he began to brutally fuck her face and throat again.

He had no idea how long like this he could last... not long...

It had been a while since his last blowjob so... Yeah... he knew it... he was gonna nut...

“Fuck Mrs. Weasley... I am gonna cum... I am gonna cum down your throat...”

He prepared Molly Weasley for it by allowing her to take deep breaths. She adjusted her position so she wouldn’t trip over by accident and then.

Harry started ramming into her face.

Saliva and drool were everywhere, and Harry felt how the rolling urge flowed through his body, making his mind go more and more dark, and in the end he felt the rising tickling tide that burned through his veins.

Harry then let out a loud grunt and with one last deep shove and pull... he almost jumped up on Mrs Weasley’s shoulders to get as deep down her throat as possible for this and then he blasted his cum into her stomach.

“OOOH FUCK!”

Harry came and came... load after load was shot into Mrs Weasley’s stomach... First...

When Harry...

Had finally...

Filled her up... and emptied his nuts... Did he pull his cock out of her throat and once again... let her breathe... Molly Weasley looked up at Harry with eyes that seemed a little more drowsy than before. She still smiled a happy smile over his cock that was still in her mouth.

 She moved her head slightly backwards so the cock would get out of her mouth. Harry’s cock was still hard and standing tall... Molly looked at it with a gleam in her eyes.

“Oh my goodness, my dear Harry...” She said after she had swallowed... “You seem to be able to go on and on... even after such a huge load...”

“Yeah...” Harry said, scratching his neck. “It has been a while... thanks btw, Mrs Weasley...”

“Oh please dear Harry...” Molly kissed his cock. “It was my pleasure to help you. A young man like yourself... I have heard the legends about the Potter’s and their massive... ahem... breeding organs... I was eager to see if the stories were true.”

They stood like that for a while... or Harry stood... Molly was down sucking his cock with gentle and careful movements. Paying good attention to his balls as well. Harry caressed the beautiful curly red hair of her head, and she seemed to enjoy it a lot.

Harry also heard something splashing under Mrs Weasley. He guessed that she was fingering herself while sucking off Harry.

Harry felt an urge... he really wanted to fuck her pussy... His cock began to rise to the occasion. Molly seemed to notice the urgent steam that was building up. She looked up at Harry and smiled as she took the thing in her mouth again. She gave it a good few strokes with her mouth before she opened up and looked at Harry again.

“I am sorry my dear...” she said with her mouth full of saliva. “But we cannot go further. My husband... he is gonna come home any minute now.”

Harry nodded. He knew that she knew what he wanted. He looked a little shameful. She had done something so nice for him, and he still wanted more.

She looked empathetic at him and she kissed his cock deeply and tenderly.

“It’s alright Harry...” She said with the sweetest voice. “It’s perfectly alright. We just need to not get carried away.”

A few minutes more of gentle sucking, they both heard a voice call out from the kitchen. “Morning Weasley’s!”

Molly gave Harry’s cock one last kiss and then she wiped her face in her apron.

“That’s my husband...” Molly said as she stood up. “Sshhhh... not a word, right?”

Harry nodded eagerly and she winked at him. Then... she allowed him one last look on her amazing ass before she left... to greet her husband's return. —————————————————————————————————————

 Harry loved living at the Burrows. He loved spending more time with his best buddy and his brothers, and really enjoyed the long glances he got from Ginny Weasley. She was a girl, just turned 18 and she was about to start Hogwarts University for magic along with all her other brothers.

It was fun playing quidditch with Ron and his brothers.

And it was also enjoyable to discuss muggles with Mr Weasley.

He was really nice to Harry, although he did seem a bit tired. Evidently it was because his work load had significantly increased since the ministry had decided to lay off some of his coworkers that helped him in his duties.

So they didn’t see much of Mr. Weasley.

Not that it seemed to bother Mrs Weasley a lot. In fact... since Harry had gotten to the Burrows, Mrs Weasley had been a completely new woman, especially to her sons.

Fred and George got away with much more now that Harry was here, and Ron himself was allowed a longer curfew than before. Even Ginny got to spend more time at a friend's house on the other side of the hills.

Harry loved Mrs Molly Weasley.

There was no other word to describe it. He truly and deeply loved her.

That blowjob that he got when he arrived had NOT been the last he would ever get from Mrs Weasley while he was here. Nope.

It was a daily occurrence now.

Mrs Weasley apparently loved sucking off Harry’s cock and did it every chance they got, and literally every place they could do it.

It sorta explained why Mrs Weasley allowed her children to go out more and get away with more mischief than usual.

Not only was she getting satisfied a lot better than usual... All the time when her children were away, she and Harry could play.

And they made sure to utilize every single chance they got.

Like when the boys wanted to go down to the nearest Muggletown to look around, Mrs Weasley told Harry to stay behind, as she might need a hand doing the laundry.

Harry stayed back, and that day Harry was treated to several fantastic blowjobs. Including one outside in the lovely sunny weather, when they were hanging up the laundry to dry in the backyard. Between the white bedsheets that swayed carefully in the wind, Molly and Harry were once again at it.

 Harry standing up, and Molly on her knees, sucking him off. It was absolutely wonderful.

Harry had collected the curly red mane of Molly Weasley in a nice ponytail, and used it to control her movements.

Harry was in charge this time around and he took the chance to get as far down Molly’s throat as humanly possible.

“Oooh fuck Mrs. Weasley... you are... by far... the best blowjob... I’ve ever gotten... Oh man, it's so good...”

Molly probably heard him, because she began to moan much more loudly.

This in turn made Harry even more excited and he once again felt the rise in his bloodstream... he was gonna cum... and he was gonna cum hard.

He once again adjusted his stance, allowed Molly a moment to take a deep breath and then, he blasted his cum deep, deep, deep into her throat. He filled up her stomach in no time.

When they were done, they both went inside the house to continue with the chores.

Harry had sorta understood that this was probably how far he was gonna get with Mrs Weasley... maybe it was because she was still married and in love with her husband... and Harry was just something that would sorta help Molly get past a phase in their marriage. —————————————————————————————————————

That very same night, as Harry was resting on his bed preparing to slumber off to sleep, he was visited by Molly Weasley.

Molly stood in the doorway, dressed in a nightgown that was more revealing and more sexy than ever.

She had leaned against the frame of the door and looked at Harry, more seductively than ever before.

She didn’t have to say anything. Harry didn’t even have to do anything. He was already hard as granite and he was all ready to have her.

Molly came into his room, closed his door and smiled at him all the way over to his bed. She crawled into him and like a smitten cat, she began to caress his face with her own.

“Harry... my dear... I have been so happy ever since you got here... life has just seemed... perfect... every day... thank you so much...”

Harry didn’t know what to say or do... he sorta wanted to grab her and pin her to the bed and just say; To hell with it! - and then fuck the brains out of her.

 He sorta felt that she wanted the same thing...

But she either couldn’t say it, or she wanted to say it, but restrained herself from doing so.

Harry’s hands had reached out to at least hold her, and... she did not... resist his touch.

Harry then pulled her even closer... and... she... did not resist him either.

Now they were both lying on the bed together, and Harry leaned a little closer to her.

He looked into the gorgeous brown eyes that he had come to love more than life itself.

He looked at the gorgeous lips that had closed themselves around his cock so many times now that he didn’t have a number of them.

His right hand caught a feel of one of her tits, and she didn’t remove his hand. She kept letting him grope and touch her.

Harry leaned down towards her face. He had a feeling that she wouldn’t resist a kiss either. Oh he wanted to kiss her so badly. Just to express to her, how absolutely enchanted he was of her, and how grateful he was... for her taking care of him, sheltering him, feeding him, and... caring for his urges.

Harry stuck out his tongue, and he saw that Molly did the same. And then... out of the blue... Their tongue’s met and it became the prelude to a hot and steamy kiss.

Harry knew it.

She was just as good as kissing as she was sucking him off.

Harry squeezed the tit he still held in his right hand, and Molly let out a squirmy moan into his mouth, but they continued their kiss.

Harry moved himself so he was no longer laying next to her, but instead on top of her.

Tonight was the night. He knew it.

She had finally succumbed to her lust, and she was ready. Ready to have him between her legs and let him penetrate her womanly flesh.

He knew it.

While kissing him he was rubbing his pelvis up against her crotch and holding her in her arms. Molly kept moaning and gasping everything indicated it. All her signals told her that she was ready for him. That she wanted him.

 Harry removed his boxers, and when that was done, he tried to get a grip on the undies of Mrs Weasley... but just as soon as he had gotten hold of them, did Mrs Weasley break off their kiss. Look him in his eyes, and then she hugged him tightly. Both with arms and legs.

“Oh Harry...” she said with a sad and apologetic tone.

She rolled them over so he was on top and Harry couldn’t move under her. She was afterall a thick and delicious lady, and when she held his arms with her own, he could literally do nothing.

“Oh Harry... oh my sweet, sweet Harry...”

Harry felt her move. She was grinding. Grinding her pussy against his cock. She was still wearing her undies, and he was not inside of her at all.

She was simply grinding.

“Mrs... Mrs Weasley... what...?” Harry tried to talk to her but... she wouldn’t look at him. She just hid her face in his neck and kept grinding her pussy against him.

Her speed slowly increased and her force became stronger. Harry knew that she was reaching a climax.

“Oh Harry... OH HARRY!”

Suddenly her grip became stronger and she clung to him as if her life depended on it. And then, her grinding became even more intense, and Harry felt how her body shook and jolted as if she was getting an electric shock.

It lasted for a little over a minute and then... she relaxed and sorta fell down on him... Harry didn’t mind... she was warm and soft and... he truly loved it.

But what he didn’t understand was... the change in the situation.

Molly finally moved and she crawled away from Harry, who felt something was off. Molly sat next to him at the edge of the bed, and Harry tried to comfort her.

“Mrs... Mrs Weasley... is... is something wrong?”

He had placed a hand on her shoulder and she was clearly not alright.

She held his hand and looked back at him with a smile and tears in her eyes.

“Oh Harry... no... nothing is wrong with you... but... it’s a different story with me...” She was crying a little. Harry wanted to hold her tight. But she resisted it.

 “I am so sorry Harry... I am so selfish... please Harry... please... try to... forget that this ever happened... I... I can’t believe I did something so... Oh Harry please... please just forget this... I beg you...”

Molly stood up and walked out of the room. Leaving Harry even more confused than ever before.

————————————————————————————————————— The next few days were very awkward for Harry.

Especially since Ron and his brothers kept more away from the house than ever before, and Mr. Weasley was even busier than normal.

Harry and Molly were trying their best not to engage too long with each other.

Around the meals Molly was still supplying Harry with a near endless supply of food, but their conversations never lasted long anymore.

And in the evenings, instead of sitting right next to him, and leaning up against him, she was sitting on another couch or in the chair, knitting or reading a Witch Magazine, trying her best not to look at him.

Harry also tried not to look at her... but it was difficult.

The blowjobs had of course also stopped... rather abruptly.

And that had taken its toll on Harry, who now had to make do with jerking off in the evenings.

How had things turned this way so fast... and he didn’t even know what he had done wrong... —————————————————————————————————————

Another summer day came, and though it was a steamingly hot day, there were certain signs that a storm was brewing in the distance... As time passed over the Burrows, the storm clouds kept getting closer and closer.

Molly Weasley had gotten all the clean laundry down from the line, and gotten it all inside. It wasn’t nearly dry yet, but better than to have to wash it all over again after a downpour from the rain that was about to come. Instead she used magic to dry all the blouses and boxers that she had been drying outside.

There was thunder in the air.

The smell was heavy and the atmosphere was loaded.

Mr Weasley was once again not home. He had gone to work and his sons and daughter were also out and about.

 Harry was once again alone under the roof, with Mrs Weasley.

But he did his best to stay clear of her path. He didn’t know what her mood was or even if she was... mad or not... he was in fact not sure of anything. So... he kept his distance.

He sorta had packed his trunk in order to be ready if she asked him to leave the house... he had really no idea where to go but... he just wanted to be ready.

He was once again contemplating his plans for leaving - should he be asked to do so - when he heard a gentle knock on the door.

Mrs Weasley opened a crack in the door and looked at Harry.

“Harry dear, would you mind helping me fold the laundry?” She asked him as kindly and gently as always. Her gentle tone eased Harry’s worries. He also saw that she was smiling at him. So he was not as anxious anymore.

“Oh, uh, sure thing Mrs Weasley.”

She beamed at him and then she walked downstairs followed closely by Harry.

In silence they stood and folded the clothes of the entire Weasley Household.

It was only a little awkward. Harry had no idea what to do or say. He wanted to break the silence and talk about something. Anything with Mrs Weasley.

It never really hit him that... despite their close sexual encounters that they had surprisingly little to talk about.

Given the recent events it was probably not so strange that they were not the most talkative pair right now. Harry snuck a few glances at Mrs Weasley while they silently folded the clothes.

She was looking nice as always. She was wearing a flowery summer dress and her usual checkered apron. She smelled nice. A mix of spices and flowers.

Harry also checked out her body every once in a while.

Her breasts were large and lush. And her ass... What a wonderful ass. Such an ass that only a woman of more than one birth would have. It was a beauty. Harry had fantasized about it a lot lately. He kept watching it. Especially when Mrs Weasley bent over to do something... then it was the most fantastic sight known to man, and he loved it. He wanted to stick his face in between those fat asscheeks and just burry himself in her soft flesh.

Harry sorta wanted to ask her what had gone wrong the other night. But he felt like that was a bad call. He could feel that if that particular issue had to be brought up, then it had to be Mrs Weasley herself who brought it up.

He really regretted that he hadn’t chosen to follow Ron and his brothers into town this morning.

A few more minutes of awkward silence and then Harry couldn’t take it anymore.

 “So uhm...” Harry said out of the blue. “How are... Ron and the others doing?”

Harry wanted to sink into the ground... of all things he could ask he asked about his best friend and his brothers... Oh Merlin's beard that was embarrassing.

Molly seemed to weigh the question. Probably wondering why exactly Harry decided to ask that question of all things.

“Well... I think they are in the town... probably hitting on all the muggle girls there... poor ladies... but I guess it brings them a certain element of drama to their otherwise monotone lives.”

Her tone was everyday nice and gentle. Harry was still blushing in his cheeks, and he felt he better just stay silent for the rest of his life.

“Harry...” Molly said a short while after.

“Ye... Ahem...” Harry had to clear his throat. “Yes, Mrs Weasley.”

“I want to apologize for what happened the other night.”

Harry looked over at Mrs Weasley. She looked down on the pile of trunks that she had folded. She was resting her hands on the small tower.

“I did something... something I shouldn’t have done. I am so... so sorry... I was just... so endlessly frustrated... and... when it fell not only on that time of the month, but... also on the day and mine and Arthur’s anniversary... then it truly was a perfect storm... Well... pardon the expression.”

In the distance they heard a thunder crack the sky. “Uh... what uhm?” Harry was a little unsure.

“When...” Molly sighed. “When you came here to the Burrows, my dear... I was just so endlessly happy to see you again... and... I have been... been without a good and proper time of sex for so long... that I thought... if I could just suck you off every now and again... then I would be able to hold my urges completely in check...”

Molly took a deep breath.

“But... I hadn’t counted on how amazing it would feel, to have a young, handsome and lustful stud under my roof. Oh Harry... I don’t know if you would believe me... but I think I got more satisfaction from sucking you off, than you did.”

“Hehehe, I don’t think I believe that, Mrs Weasley... you are an amazing blowjob.”

 Molly smiled and teasingly pushed her body against Harry. He saw to his pleasure that she was both smiling and blushing.

“Arthur has been away from work for so long and for so many nights... and what’s worse... he... he doesn’t really have the energy anymore to... to truly do it with me... so... it’s been a long... long time for me Harry and... The other night... after another disappointment... I... I just... I just thought that if I could perhaps get you to... take Arthur's place for one single night... then everything would be perfect and... and I wouldn’t have to pester Arthur for something that he is clearly not in the mindset of giving me...”

Harry nodded. He thought he understood.

“I... I was so selfish Harry... I was selfish... and... I didn’t think of any of the consequences and... even if you wanted to or not... I mean... I am sure that a young and handsome man like yourself can’t find a burned out mother of seven anywhere near attractive enough...”

“Are you kidding? You’re an absolute goddess of a woman...”

Harry had dropped the shirt in his hands and he looked directly at Molly Weasley. She looked at him also. Slightly baffled and surprised.

“I-I mean... you are wonderfully attractive... and... and I would have been all over you the other night... But...”

Harry turned back to the laundry.

“I uhm... I also get that... that you are... a married woman... and... you’re my best friend's mom... so... I get it, I truly do and... For what it’s worth... I would have loved to help both you and Mr Weasley out by... taking away the worst part of the steam in the engine, if you understand...?”

Molly looked at Harry. Her gaze was indescribable.

“So uhm... Don’t... don’t worry about me, Mrs Weasley... I was more than willing to... you know... because to me... you’re like the hottest woman ever... and I... I also really... REALLY like you...”

There was silence...

Harry was still folding the same shirt over and over again. For some reason it just wouldn’t fold the right way... Why were they even doing this by hand? It could easily be done by magic... it was literally the first thing you learned at Hogwarts University... To fold your laundry by wand magic...

Harry was internally cursing all the laundry in the world when he heard Molly’s voice. “Harry...?”

 Harry gulped. He looked at Molly Weasley who was turned around so her body faced him.

Harry felt his heart all the way up somewhere behind his eardrums... Molly was looking at him with eyes that had a glow in them.

Harry dropped the shirt in his hands and turned towards Molly. “Mrs...” He stopped himself... “Molly...?”

Their eyes locked and Harry felt the unspoken question be asked, and the untold answer loudly in his ears.

Another loud crack of thunder... the storm was over them now... Harry and Molly hurled themselves at each other.

Harry’s lips found Molly’s and they were kissing like wild animals.

Harry was sure this time. She wanted him, he wanted her, they both wanted each other.

Harry’s hands were all over her, especially that big fat MILF ass that she had. She herself was groping and grabbing Harry’s perfect and ripped body.

Her hands soon found the way to his pants and Harry was getting out of his shirt.

They were still kissing like mad and Harry soon stood naked with his pants down around his ankles.

His cock was rock hard and ready to go. Molly’s hands had grabbed it. “Suck my cock, Molly...” Harry gasped.

“Yes, my dear...” Molly sighed and knelt down. Her mouth quickly engulfed Harry’s cock, and Harry felt true bliss. Finally he was back in her mouth. After all this time he was back inside of her mouth.

Well... it had only been a few days, but when he had been used to it several times a day, not getting any for just a few days felt like years.

Molly didn’t do anything, she just provided her mouth, and Harry instantly took charge and began to fuck her face.

“Oooh fuck Molly... this feels so good... You are fantastic!”

Molly was happy. She was so endlessly happy to be desired. To be wanted. To be... used...

She moved her hands to her pussy, as Harry was more than capable to handle it all on his own. She began to make herself feel good while her dear Harry used her.

The rain began to fall over the roof of the Burrows and they felt the undenying lust rise higher and higher between them as Harry kept fucking her gorgoues face.

 He was lusting, that was true, and he wanted to blas this nut off deep into her stomach... but he held himself back... He had a withheld desire to nut... somewhere else today.

Harry pulled her head off his cock and gently, but firmly got her to lie down on the floor. He spread her legs wide and saw she was wearing panties.

He pulled them off her, and spread her legs once again.

Then he crawled over her and aligned his cock with her pussy.

“Molly... I am sticking it in now...”

Molly was gasping and moaning. Harry clenched his teeth and pressed his cock inside of her pussy, that was as wet as a dream.

Harry gasped as he was finally balls deep inside Molly Weasley, who also gasped when he finally was inside of her.

Harry loved her pussy. He loved how tight she was, how wet and warm she was... he loved how it felt like every part of her pussy seemed to welcome his cock and caress it... like some long lost lover.

Her pussy trembled around his cock... it felt so amazingly good. And the muscles at the entrance had a vice-like grip, so she was not letting go... nope... not now... not... soon...

Harry rested down on top of Molly’s and began to move his hips.

The already fantastic feeling of her pussy intensified a hundred fold and Molly’s moans of lust and pleasure were like encouraging music to his ears. He quickened his pace.

He was so certain that he was gonna nut soon but... for some reason... like... a surfer riding a freakishly large wave... he somehow managed to stay on the board and ride out the wild wave of lust.

He wanted to explode into her pussy so badly but... there was just this other feeling inside of him.

This overwhelming desire to please her. To pleasure her... to give her the best fuck of her entire life.

Harry kept fucking her.

A few minutes into the fuck, he saw that her tits were still in the sockets of her dress. With one hand, he pulled them both out, and suckled them both for a while. They were perfect. He envied Mr. Weasley a lot more now.

After caressing her breasts for a while, he began to kiss her wonderful mouth. She moaned into his mouth, but she nonetheless kissed him back.

Harry entered a stage of mind where he began to care a little less about Molly Weasley’s pleasure, and instead cared more for his own.

 He altered their position. He lifted himself up, and moved one of her legs over so she would move onto the side. Now he could fuck her while really enjoying the fullness of her ass. But he wanted more.

He grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it hard in his fingers. Her soft flesh bulged around his fingers and Molly gasped and moaned as he kept plowing her fat, freckled ass. He gave her ass a few slaps, and then, he couldn’t take it anymore.

With a firm grip on her hips, he managed to move her onto her knees and all fours, and he himself behind her.

They were in doggy style position, and Harry grabbed hold of her hips, and began to fuck her like a wild beast.

Molly began to scream.

Scream in lust. Her screams echoed through the house, and Harry was certain that had the others not been out, they would all have heard it.

The storm outside was raging, like the wild fuck inside.

Harry reached forward with both arms and grabbed hold of her tits that dangled under her chest with his slamming movements into her flesh.

He got hold of them, squeezed them and pulled them hard backwards while he fucked her even harder.

“FUCK MOLLY! I AM GONNA CUM!!!”

Harry roared out with the full force of his lungs.

Molly moaned even louder.

“CUM INSIDE ME HARRY! FILL ME UP WITH YOUR CUM!!!”

Harry let go of her tits, grabbed her red hair and pulled her back so she made the most wonderful arch.

He rammed his cock as deep inside of her as it was even possible and then...

Molly’s mouth opened in a soundless scream and Harrry gasped even harder than a breeding bull.

Harry exploded inside of Molly Weasley’s pussy. His cum came out with such tremendous force, that they both experienced a major orgasmic bliss that seemed to go on and on and on... as Harry kept pumping his sperm into the womb of Molly.

“Ooooh fuck...” Molly finally said when Harry let go of her mane, and instead held her shoulders.

He was still pumping away...

 As Harry emptied his balls inside of her, he began to move again.

“Oh dear...” Molly said... “I... I haven’t... felt so much sperm inside me... since I got impregnated... with Ginny...”

Harry was moving his cock back and forth, in and out of Molly’s pussy... now that it was drenched in sperm, it was slipperier than ever.

“Oh Harry,” Molly said... “You... you are truly... a magnificent man... This was... One of the best fucks... in my entire life...” She sighed deeply, and tried to crawl forward as if it was all over.

Harry firmly pulled her backwards and gave Molly Weasley’s ass a huge slap. “Don’t talk like this is over...” Harry growled. “I am nowhere near done with you...”

Molly gasped as Harry began to fuck her again. —————————————————————————————————————

How many times did Harry and Molly fuck that day? 5 times?

10 times?

17 times?

It would be more correct to say... 1 time... and... they just didn’t stop fucking... No breaks, no breathers... no timeouts...

Harry and Molly kept fucking. For a while... a really good while they stayed on the floor. But eventually Molly asked Harry that they at least go upstairs and go to bed to keep fucking. Harry was mildly annoyed, but he saw her point as having sex on the cold floor... however exciting it truly was, it wasn’t really a good place for the long run.

Harry was persuaded, but as they both got to a stand, Harry stuck his cock into Molly’s pussy, and she couldn’t shake him off of her.

Not that she tried for long.

They had to walk up the stairs... intertwined by their cock and pussy.

3 floors of stairs... that was a tremendous undertaking. They stopped at each floor to fuck a little.

It was a sight seeing Molly Weasley on all fours, ass raised high and Harry plowing away at her...

 Finally... they reached Harry’s room and they walked on four legs to the bed. And here... they fell down on the mattress and started fucking like wild animal.

When Harry got tired, Molly took over. She rode him like a pro, and Harry feasted on her wonderful sagging tits.

When Molly tired, Harry took over. He spun her around and held her firmly against the mattress while he fucked her gorgeous ass.

When they both tired, they slowed down, but they didn’t stop.

When they regained their energy they were back at it. Like wild animals, that were focused on one thing only... Each other.

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Harry and Molly were so focused on fucking that neither heard it when Ginny Weasley got home from the Lovegood’s place.

She had been pushing the time when she would come home because of the weather. But the storm had taken a break, and she had taken the chance to make a run for home. She was still drenched to her undies because of the rain. She stood in the kitchen and looked like a drowned rat.

“Oh fuck me...” she exclaimed without thinking.

She held her hands over her mouth and looked around.

Last time she had used that word, her mom had spanked her bottom with a hairbrush until it was pink all over. She was forbidden from using that word.

But it seemed her mother was nowhere near the kitchen... which was odd...

She saw that in the utility room which was next to the kitchen there was a pile of newly washed and folded clothes.

She sighed in relief.

“Oh thank you mom.” She whispered to herself. She walked into the room and saw a newly washed and dry towel. She removed her clothes and began to dry herself in the room.

When her body was somewhat dry, she tied the towel into a turban around her long red hair and took some undies and a shirt and walked towards the stairs. She was still butt naked, but she had a feeling her brothers weren’t home.

It was odd though that her mom had just left the laundry in the utility room. She usually would bring it up to them...

 Maybe she had been disturbed in the middle of it. Just as she reached the floor of the guest room she heard a sound... it was a sound that she... embarrassingly knew... She had heard it before, and she knew that it was her mothers... love making sound...

Now she sure was curious.

It sounded like the sounds came, not from her parents bedroom, but from the guest room... which was Harry’s room at the moment...

Ginny blushed, and slowly and silently made her way to the door of Harry’s room. She took a peek inside.

It was dark in there, but she could clearly see her mother on her back, and Harry on top of her... and it was more than clear that they were having sex... wild and passionate sex.

Ginny blushed like a sunset.

Harry looked so hot when he fucked her mom.

Right now they were kissing, and that so deep and passionately, that it almost looked like they were trying to breathe through each other.

She was certain they had been going at it for a while, because their bodies were shining with sweat.

Ginny immediately began to finger herself. She was deeply in love with Harry... but she didn’t blame her mother at all for - seemingly - harboring the same emotions. Harry was a stud behind equal. Ginny didn’t know if her mom had heard the same rumors about Harry from the University of Hogwarts, but apparently most of the girls there were lusting for him.

Ginny hunkered down by the door, as she kept watching Harry and her mom fuck. And boy was she in luck... Harry had just moved them into another position... Ginny enjoyed the sight of Harry fucking her mom on all fours. —————————————————————————————————————

Harry slapped the big ass of Molly again.

He was about ready to cum once again, and he was building up steam once again to fill up the Weasley Matriarch.

“Oh fuck Molly!” Harry yelled out loud. “I am gonna cum again!”

“Oh Harry... this... this has been... the best fuck... in all my life... Oooh fuck... but... but this has to be our last orgasm... I... I have to get started... started... on making... dinner... ohhhhh fuuuuuck!”

Harry once again grabbed hold of her tits and squeezed them in his hands and pulled back.

 He grunted and growled and pulled her backwards while he rammed deep, deep... deep inside of her pussy.

Harry felt her pussy clamp down over his cock... eagerly craving his cum... and... with the force of a piston... Harry came into Molly Weasley and once again, filled her up...

This time... the pair collapsed on the bed... Harry on top of Molly.

Bathed in sweat and both gasping like they had just run a Marathon in a sprint.

When Harry woke up again, he was on his back, and he felt someone doing something to his cock.

His eyes were groggy and he was still all tired from the amazing fuck he had had with Molly Weasley... so when he looked down and saw something red and a big plump ass right next to him, and he could smell the sweet scent of pussy, and the familiar scent of flowers and spices... he just guessed it was Molly who took some liberties. He smiled.

She was allowed to do anything she wanted to him. He dozed off and just let her do what she pleased.

But it wasn’t Molly Weasley who was gorging herself on his big cock... it was Ginny... Ginny was sucking Harry’s cock, while her mom was downstairs preparing dinner.

To be continued.