As if it was ever a question.

"Sure, Julie. I would love to." Julia- Julie smiled as she leaned closer to him. "Are you all right with having an old woman like me?"

"You are like a fine wine, Julie." He did not remember where he heard that line, but it felt appropriate. Julie pressed her nose close to his hair and took a deep breath.

"You don't know how much I curse the fates that you were born so late or I so early." She whispered.

"It matters not; you can have me now." He said.

"It's not that simple, Harry. I love you, but it's wrong. You are the son of my best friend, and you are my son's age. That is even before considering the fact that I am a married woman. The fun and games are ok, but there can be nothing serious between us." She said sadly, distancing herself from him.

"But you said you love me." Harry was confused.

"I do. Nobody can take your place in my heart, but the society will not let us be."

"I don't care about the society."

"What about your mother and my son? They will never accept us." Harry looked at her in surprise. "I love you, Harry, but our love is not meant to be."

"Wait for me; I will be right back!" Harry ran upstairs, and Julia was left alone.

Julia's POV

She was sad. She had opened her heart, and Harry had accepted her, but she knew it was a bubble dream.

She only had today to live out her dream. She would live out her fantasy. She would show Harry what a good wife she could be. It mattered not if Catelyn or Sam accepted their relationship.

She did not care about them. She would, of course, make an effort to entice Catelyn; the woman was her Harry's mother and a big part of his life. She would show her she could be the woman for her son. As for Sam, he would have to accept the fact that she was Harry's woman. But the first step would be to convince Harry. He viewed her as a woman, but she wanted to be _his _woman.

She had come prepared. She opened the oven and let the smell of cooked food waft through the kitchen. She would cement her place in Harry's life today. That boy had finally turned 18 a few months ago, and she had been gathering courage to bare her soul to him. Oh, how her pussy wept for Harry's cock.

She was willing to become Harry's whore if he wanted. Sam would have to accept the fact that his mother loved Harry because she would always choose Harry.

She felt a heated gaze on her back and knew Harry was looking at her ass. She slowly began to sway her ass as she pulled the food out of the oven. Her movements became sensual; she tasted the food to make sure it tasted good. She licked the spoon sensually, knowing that Harry was watching her. Still bent over, she turned her head to look at him and offered him the spoon. "Want to have a taste."

Harry gave a small look at the spoon, which was licked clean. "I don't think there is anything left on it to taste." He teased.

Harry's heart rate skyrocketed as Julie leaned closer. She pressed her lips to his; after a moment of hesitation, Harry responded. Julia smiled before opening her mouth, and her tongue snaked out and brushed against his lips, asking for permission. Harry opened his mouth, and she put her tongue inside. Harry timidly crossed his tongue with hers, and a sinful duel began.

Julia grabbed his hands and put one on her breasts and the other on her ass. He squeezed them. Julie disengaged and gave in a smoldering look. "How was the taste?"

"Awesome," Harry breathed. Julia was elated.

"Want to have a better taste?" She asked him. She began toying with the bottom and straps of her dress.

"Are we still talking about the food?" He asked, eyes focused on her big breasts.

"We could work up an appetite." She answered slyly.