Harry Finally Has a Fun Summer

FINALLY, I'm updating! I'm so sorry it took this long, but for most of the time I had lost my password andmy username... I couldn't even ask for my password cause I caouln't remember my username either... Finally, I found where I had it written down (hard to do cause I've moved four times since I started this fic).

Disclaimer: IF YOU THINK I OWN IT THEN JUST LEAVE CAUSE I DON'T.

A/N- this story is for fun. It is NOT serious and it wasn't meant to be so take it as just something funny...Harry as a whore. I'm sure plenty of girls (and women) would love it if that were true. :) You females know I'm right!

A/N2-A HUGE thanks goes out to old wolf, who suggested some ladies for me to have Harry get raunchy with. :) thanks man!

STORY TIME FOLKS!

The summer had ben rather lucrative for Harry so far. His muggle bank account held well over five thousand dollars in it. It seemed that, since all of the men on Privet Drive were busy businessmen, they all had the same tendency of ignoring the more primal needs of their significant others. This meant that all of the sex-starved women were willing to pay any amount to get their gratification. Now, any normal man would have exploited their weakness, but Harry has never been normal. He only charged them fifty dollars per session, though more than a few of them gave him large tips. He stood by his rule of no woman being over fifty except one, that is. Mrs. Figg, the sixty something year old squib was a regular of Harry's. He only helped her because he owed her his freedom, if she hadn't testified for him he would be in Azkaban right now.

At this point in time, Harry was heading to the Weasly household. The Order had finally found out what he was doing and, to say the least they didn't approve. When he arrived, he noticed that the house was strangely quiet. He walked into the kitchen, figuring that if anyone was home they would be there. Sure enough, Mrs. Weasley was sitting down at the scrubbed plank table.

"Hello Harry dear." He noticed that she seemed rather nervous.

"Hello. Anything wrong? You seem rather nervous." Harry asked. Another thing that had changed this summer was his confidence, especially around the female persuasion. (Banging over thirty women multiple times would do that to a guy.)

"Well...um... Harry dear, may I be frank for a moment?" The Weasly matron asked.

"Let me guess, Mr. Weasley has been ignoring certain needs of yours for a while, and having heard of my exploits this summer so far, you wondered if I could help you?" Harry asked, and understanding tone to his voice. He had been through this same scenario with almost every housewife on Privet Drive.

Mrs. Weasley blushed furiously, her eyes studiously examining the table. She nodded, still not looking at him. The young hero noticed tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.

Walking over to her, Harry Gripped her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. "Molly," He started, using her first name seeing as how there was a chance he would be banging her in a moment her title might make her uncomfortable, "You need not but ask. I owe you so much. If this is what you want you have your own personal sex slave for as long as you want." He leaned down and brushed a kiss on her lips. "What about the others, when will they be home?"

"Not for several hours yet, I told them you wouldn't be here until supper time. They are at the Twin's joke shop." Mrs. Weasley seemed to be getting her confidence back, now that he had agreed to help her.

Harry smiled gently. "Lets go to your room then, and get you into something more confortable." A few moments later they were in the master bedroom. Mrs. Weasley placed several locking and silencing charms over the room, turning around, the teen could tell she was nervous again. "Just tell me what you want, and we will do it. Any fantasy you have that you want to act, or just getting your gratification, whatever you want we will do it, Molly." Harry assured her.

That seemed to be all assurance she needed as she lept foward, pushing him into a sitting position on the end of the bed. Molly all but ripped Harry's pants off, before attaching her mouth over his cock, attacking it as a starving man would free food. She was obviously an expert at fellatio, taking his entire 9 inches down her throat. Harry just sat back with his eyes closed, enjoying the ride as it were.

That is, he was relaxed until she did something he hadn't come across yet, she started to hum. Eyes bugging out, he quickly grabbed his wand from its place next to him on the bed, casting all of the endurance charms he knew. "Molly, if I knew you were this good, I would have approached you a soon as I hit puberty." He moaned out.

The Weasley matron detached herself from the young man's cock, standing up and pulling his shirt off at the same time. She quickly discarded her own clothing, showing a figure that the teen hadn't expected. She was a bit over weight, but that was to be expected after giving birth to seven kids. Her hips were large, but not to large. Same with her ass. Her breasts though, made Harry wish that robes were never invented. Since she was close to fifty years of age, and had bore seven children, they were sagging quite a bit, but what really caught his attention was their size. Even with the wives that had had breast enhancements to ridiculous proportions on Privet Drive, everything he had seen so far fell quite short of Molly's bossom.

"You have the biggest rack I have ever seen, Molly. They are absolutely fabulous!" Harry stalked foward and grabbed her hand, pushing her so she was laying on the bed. "Tell me what you want, and how you want it." His eyes only left her chest once, to check out her pubic region, which was totally shaved, a favorite of his.

The sight of a young, well hung, teen must have been getting to Molly. She was panting like a bitch in heat. "Pretend you are my son, and breastfeed." She gasped out.

'Hmm,' Harry thought as he went to work doing as she ordered, throwing in a "mummy" every now and again to complete the scene. 'This may be intresting... She has an intrest in incest, even if it is passive. Must look into possible threesome with Molly and Ginny.'

Pulling himself from his thoughts, the teen attacked the matron's breasts with vigor, causing him to be glad that Molly had put up silencing charms, just in case.

"Ungh..." Molly moaned. "Fuck me... Hard..."

Happy to oblige, Harry mounted the older woman and entered her with one thrust. She was more than wet enough, but what surprised him was her tightness. True, she could have been tighter, but after seven children he was expecting far less than this. Despite her eagerness, He started off at a slow pace. Even with the endurance charms, he could come any minute. He wanted to give himself a bit of respite before he really tore into her. Finally, as Molly was almost crying from frustration, he started to speed up. Only a little bit at a time, but he did speed up. A little over ten minutes later he was slamming his cock into her cunny as hard as he could, and she seemed to be loving it.

Moaning and groaning, Molly thought to her self, 'This boy is turning me into a slut... and I love it.' She heard him mutter another mummy while slamming into her and that was it. She felt the release that she had so needed come.

Harry had just muttered "mummy" one more time when he felt her walls tighten around him to almost unbleieveable proportions. He kept slamming into her though, as he knew it would prolong her orgasm.

"OOOOHHHHH FFFUUUUUUUUCCCKKK MEEE!" Molly all but howled, Grinding herself back into Harry with all of her might. "Oh, baby, you made your mother cum."

That last sentence, much much quieter than the first, sent Harry over the edge. He erupted so hard that he felt more like a firehose that a teen.

A few minutes later, as they lay there panting, Molly turned to Harry and spoke. "I think I might be paying some visits to Hogwarts this year." She snuggled into his side and fell asleep in the post-coital bliss. Harry smiled slightly, before setting an alarm spell set to go off at three, giving Molly plenty of time to get cleaned up and start of supper.