A Mother's Love

“Molly?” Harry whispered into the darkness of the kitchen. He jumped when she responded right next to him.

“I’m here, Harry.” Without another word, she reached for him.

He felt her fumbling for his hand and pulled out his wand, whispering, “Lumos.” His wand tip lit and both he and Molly blinked in the sudden light. He smiled at the sight of her face. Her pink plaid nightgown clashed horribly with her red curls, but he had never seen her look more beautiful.

He bent his head to kiss her, but she pulled away. “Not here,” she said nervously, “We’re so lucky we didn’t get caught today. I know where we can go.” She led him out into the warm August night and set off across the yard. They walked in silence for some time, hand in hand, finally stopping in a copse of trees next to a stream. Harry marveled at the beauty of the place. The almost-full moon turned the water into a fountain of glittering light.

She took him by surprise, all but throwing herself at him. He staggered slightly, but didn't fall. She clung desperately to him, digging her nails into his arms and kissing him frantically. “Harry, Harry,” she moaned between kisses. He barely registered her hands unbuttoning his pajama top until she was pulling it off his shoulders and the night air touched his warm skin.

He gathered her nightgown both hands and pulled away from her kisses long enough to yank it over her head. She wore no panties and stood before him nude once more, only this time bathed in moonlight. He wasted no time in divulging himself of his own clothing.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, kissing her shoulders. Their bodies pressed against one another. Harry moaned at the feeling of being skin to skin with Molly. He felt her trembling and she leaned heavily on him as if afraid she might fall. “You ok?” he said gently.

“A bit overwhelmed,” she admitted.

“Me too,” he smiled, “And I love it.” She laughed and relaxed. Harry sat down on the soft grass, pulling her down with him. He lay back, looking up at the stars visible in the summer sky. He was used to living in Little Whinging, where the lights of nearby London obscured all but the brightest stars.

“So,” he said with mock nonchalance, “how is your sex life?”

She laughed lightly. “Not the best,” she said, amused, “as evidenced by our little encounter the other day. Arthur's much too busy with work to have regular sex any more. We've never had really interesting sex. Arthur likes very boring sex – missionary position, no lights, very little foreplay. He doesn't even like me to go down on him and he rarely goes down on me.” She sighed heavily. “After a while, it got me to feeling I was unattractive and I focused entirely on being a mother instead of a woman. But now all my children are moving out and don't need me anymore and I'm left without a real purpose. Not a wife, not a mother, just nothing...”

Harry sat up on one elbow and looked down at her. “Molly,” he said firmly, “you'll never be just nothing.” He took one hand and began kissing the fingers one by one. “You are an amazing, beautiful, smart, kind, wonderful woman.” He touched his forehead to hers and looked deep into her eyes. “And the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life.” He kissed her passionately, his tongue plunging deep into her mouth, eliciting a moan from her. They forgot about the world around them as they kissed, holding each other tightly as if they couldn't get close enough. Finally, they fell apart, gasping for air.

As Molly cuddled up next to him, laying her head on his shoulder, he realized what she really wanted from him. He sat up quickly, jerking his shoulder out from under her head. “So, Molly,” he said flippantly, “did we come here just to look at the stars?” He smirked and fell on her, burying his hands in her hair and kissing her wildly. She melted underneath his onslaught, just as he knew she would. She wanted to lose control, to be taken, rather than to be the one in charge all the time.

He wasted no time in positioning himself between her legs. His erect penis pressed against the opening of her pussy. “You want me,” he growled in her ear, “admit it.”

“Y-yes,” she stuttered breathlessly, “please!”

“Say it!” he ordered.

“I want you!” she said desperately.

He thrust himself into her welcoming body with a growl. She cried out joyfully and clutched at his back as he pumped her. “Yes, Harry, yes,” she panted, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts.

He felt her body tensing as she grew close to orgasm and pulled away from her, withdrawing his dick. “What are you doing?” she said, sitting up on her elbows.

“I don't want you to wear yourself out too quickly,” he laughed, standing and pulling her to her feet. He drew her to her feet and over to the darkness under the tree. Turning her away from him, he took her hands and placed them on the tree, bending her over slightly. He admired the curve of her ass, so perfectly displayed in the dappled moonlight filtering through the leaves.

Harry bent forward and brushed his lips against her ear. “You're beautiful,” he murmured. He dropped to his knees, letting his hand drift over her ass and down her legs. A quiver ran through her body at his gentle touch. He kissed her beautiful round bum, swirling his tongue in circles over it. Her knees quivered and she breathed more heavily as he spread the two halves apart and he began to tongue her asshole.

“Harry, please,” she groaned. Her voice was muffled as she pressed her face against the rough bark of the tree. “Please, you have to fuck me!”

He almost laughed at the words, never having heard the heretofore straight-laced Molly Weasley using such language. Of course, nothing she did from now on would ever surprise him. He stood and positioned himself behind her, sliding ever-so-slowly into her body. He wrapped his arms around her and caressed her dangling breasts as he began pumping her.

“Oh, gods, that feels so good,” Molly cried. Her hips thrust back against him. She couldn't get enough of him, wanted him deeper and deeper inside her. She clutched at the tree, completely unaware of the abrasions forming on her hands as she clawed at the wood.

He knew she was coming close to orgasm and fucked her even harder. Her moans grew louder and more high-pitched until she was all but screaming with each thrust. Her pussy clenched tightly around him and she whined pitifully, wanting desperately to cum.

“Let go, Molly,” he breathed in her ear, “let go.” It was as if she had been waiting for his command and she orgasmed almost violently, her body spasming wildly. “Fuck me, Harry, YES!” she cried as he continued to ram his cock into her. If she hadn't been supported by the tree, she would have collapsed; her legs could no longer hold her.

Harry knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer himself and he lowered her gently to the ground, her back against the trunk of the tree. He buried his hands in her hair and pulled her head forward, forcing his cock between her lips. “Suck me,” he ordered.

She gladly complied, deep-throating him with gusto. She stroked his balls with one hand and gripped the base of his dick with the other, sucking hard on him as he gently thrust into her willing mouth.

“Open your mouth,” he moaned as he felt his orgasm closing in. She opened her mouth willingly, continuing to stroke his cock as he came, spurting his creamy white cum onto her tongue. She held it until every drop had been released, then swallowed happily, licking her lips with gusto.

Both Harry and Molly were exhausted and could barely keep their eyes open, so they decided to dress again and nap for a bit before heading back to The Burrow. Harry smiled as he held the sleeping Molly before drifting off to sleep himself. This was without a doubt the best night of his life and he couldn't imagine it with anyone else.