Molly

The end of the summer vacation came too quickly for Harry’s liking. He was looking forward to getting back to Hogwarts, but his month at the Burrow had been the happiest of his life.

It was difficult not to feel jealous of Ron when he thought of the Dursleys and the sort of welcome he could expect next time he turned up on Privet Drive.

On their last evening, Mrs. Weasley conjured up a sumptuous dinner that included all of Harry’s favorite things, ending with a mouthwatering treacle pudding. The family gathered round the table, minus Arthur busy as ever with work, and had a pleasant meal.

Fred and George rounded off the evening with a display of Filibuster fireworks; they filled the yard with red and blue stars that bounced from grass to sky for at least an hour.

Harry slipped inside to find Molly doing the dishes.

"You know you could be out there enjoying the fun with your family."

She started and turned toward him, color flushing her cheeks.

"Oh, Harry dear you startled me. I really do need to get these done."

He glanced over her body, thick in all the best ways, her dress tight above the waist, loose skirt ending halfway up her thighs.

"As I've mentioned before, Molly, you do so much for everyone else, its only fair that someone should take care of you once in a while." He walked closer as he spoke.

"I'm...uh...perfectly fine Harry, you needn't worry over me." She started to clear so dishes from the table.

He stepped up to her taking the plates and putting them in the sink, he stood in front of her so close she backed into the table.

"Let me take care of you Molly."

He slid her skirt upher thighs as he lowered himself down.

"Wait Harry don't. Someone could walk in."

Her protests were dampened by how easily her thighs parted. He pulled her panties to the side and and ran his tongue along her lips before dipping in.

"Oh Merlin," her hands ran through his hair, "we shouldn't be doing this, I'm a married woman."

He listened to her breathing adjusting to what she seemed to like until he felt her tense up, her thighs gripping his head as she rode out her orgasm.

She lay back on the table panting. Harry stood and pulled out his fleshy wand sliding into her.

She continued to protest, "This isnt right, we should stop. We NEED to stop." But her hips were thrusting in time with his.

They increased their pace Harry's felt the pressure building, he gave a couple hard thrusts erupting within her pushing over. She gripped him tight as they came together and she screamed her pleasure into his shoulder.

He held her as she trembled and kissed neck, only stepping away when they heard the door.