Harry and Molly

As they stepped into the dimly lit room, Harry's heart was racing with anticipation. He had been lusting after Molly Weasley ever since he was a young boy, and now, at the age of 18, he couldn't resist her any longer.

Molly was still dressed in her traditional Weasley jumper, but it was tight and clinging to her curves in all the right places. She smiled at Harry, a mischievous twinkle in her eye, as she sauntered towards him.

'Harry, my dear. What brings you to my room in the middle of the night?' she purred, running her fingers along his chest.

'I-I couldn't resist...you anymore,' Harry stammered, feeling his arousal grow.

Molly smirked, pushing him onto the bed and straddling him. 'Well, well. It seems we have a naughty little wizard on our hands.'

Harry's hand instinctively went to her breasts, cupping them through the thin fabric of her jumper. Molly moaned, rocking her hips against his growing bulge.

'Fuck, Molly,' Harry groaned, his fingers tangling in her red hair as he brought her in for a heated kiss. Their tongues danced together, and Molly let out a whimper as Harry nipped at her bottom lip.

In one swift move, Molly tore off Harry's shirt, revealing his muscular chest. She ran her hands over it, feeling every inch of his skin before trailing down to his jeans, unbuckling them and pulling them off.

Harry's arousal was now fully exposed, and Molly couldn't resist. She took him in her hand, stroking him firmly as she leaned down to take him in her mouth.

'F-fuck, Molly!' Harry moaned, his head falling back against the pillows as she expertly pleasured him with her mouth. Her lips were soft and warm, and her tongue was doing wicked things to him.

As she sucked on him, Molly's hand snaked down to her own panties, pulling them aside to reveal her dripping wet pussy. She couldn't wait any longer, she needed him inside her now.

'Get ready, Harry. I want you inside me,' she growled, climbing on top of him and lining him up with her entrance.

Harry couldn't believe this was happening. Molly Weasley, his best friend's mother, was about to ride him like a rocking broomstick. He gripped her hips, helping her as she slowly slid down onto him, taking every inch of him inside her.

They both let out loud moans as they started rocking together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Molly's walls clenched around Harry, and he felt himself getting close to the edge.

'F-fuck, Molly! I-I'm gonna...' Harry couldn't finish his sentence before he exploded inside her, both of them crying out in ecstasy.

But Molly wasn't finished yet. She wanted more. Pushing Harry back onto the bed, she lifted herself up and spun around so that she was facing away from him. Her ass was in perfect view, and Harry couldn't resist spanking her, making her scream with pleasure.

'Oh god, Harry! Fuck me harder!' she yelled, gripping the sheets and pushing back against him with each thrust.

Harry was lost in a haze of lust as he pounded into her, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her closer to him. He could feel her walls clenching around him, and he knew she was close to her own release.

'Molly, I'm gonna come again!' Harry warned, his words muffled as he buried his face in her neck.

'Come inside me, Harry. I want to feel you fill me up,' she moaned, her own release hitting her like an electric shock.

They collapsed onto the bed, both panting and covered in sweat. Harry couldn't believe this had actually happened, and he knew it wouldn't be the last time.

'Molly, that was...' Harry trailed off, unable to find the words to describe what had just happened.

'Amazing,' Molly finished for him, a satisfied smirk on her face. 'And this is only the beginning, Harry. I have plenty more surprises in store for you.'