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Harry was a little surprised as he passed by Ron and Hermione while leaving the house. Even more so when it was the brunette witch that was practically pushing Ron. Harry winked at them and walked to the party with a chuckle. It looked like he wasn't the only one that couldn't wait until the guest had left to have sex. Harry just hoped that the sound of those two fucking wouldn't reach Ginny's ears. He didn't want his fiancée to suffer like that.

"Mr. Potter! Could I get a moment of your time?"

Harry's first reaction was to deny whoever was asking, but when he turned to see Molly standing next to a portly man with annoyance on her face, Harry grew curious.

"Of course, Mr…?" Harry trailed off.

"Barrows. Archer Barrows, Mr. Potter. It's a pleasure!"

Harry's hand was vigorously shaken, reminding him of how Fudge acted when Harry had first met him. When the man let go of his hand, Harry stepped to Molly's side while giving her a smile.

"And how can I help you, Mr. Barrows?"

"Ah, yes," The man puffed up, "I was speaking to your fiancée's lovely mother about a sponsorship for the Holyhead Harpies. I'm an investor, you see."

Harry looked at Molly curiously, wondering why this man was trying to sponsor her. And in what exactly? As far as Harry knew, Molly wasn't interested in anything that could attract a significant sponsor. Unless...

Harry turned a sharp eye back to the man and saw the well-hidden glances at Molly's plentiful cleavage. He could understand the attraction those had, so he didn't blame the man much, but was this man really dumb enough to try and snag his future mother-in-law?

"I see," Harry drawled, "And what exactly are you sponsoring Molly for?"

He missed the surprised glance Molly shot him for calling her by name. The Weasley matriarch wondered if Harry's mind was still in the state when he was fucking Ginny.

"He's not trying to sponsor me, Harry," Molly corrected, "It has more to do with you sponsoring them."

Harry frowned, "Is that so? Mr. Barrows, I'm afraid I don't have anything to offer you."

"No, no," The portly man quickly denied, "I wasn't asking for money from you, Mr. Potter. I wanted to offer you the title sponsor for this year as gratitude."

"Oh," Harry wasn't sure what to say. He knew how much value those sponsorships were to the quidditch clubs, they were fairly useless to him. "While I appreciate the offer, Mr. Barrows, I don't have any way to use its full potential. Plus, I don't want my future-wife furious at me for causing her team to collapse because of this."

Harry was surprised when Barrows let out a deep laugh. "Trust me when I say I will not be losing any money over this, Mr. Potter. If you don't have anything to advertise, then might I suggest something related to the Weasley family?"

Harry's mind immediately went to the joke shop George ran and ended up thanking the man for the gift.

After the man left earshot, Harry muttered, "Well, that was strange."

"Please," Molly scoffed, "Some of the people here are clamoring to give you a gift that's even more extravagant."

Harry tried to ignore the temptation of her chest and did his best to focus on Molly's brown eyes. "Why in the world are they doing that?"

Molly shrugged, "To get you to remember them, of course. You're a famous man, dear. Remember to keep yourself from getting a big head."

This time, Harry couldn't ignore the delicious jiggle of her tits when she moved her shoulders. Unfortunately, he thought Molly might have seen that. Harry mentally cursed himself before trying to act like he wasn't caught.

"I can deal with brown-nosers, Molly."

Molly once again noted that Harry called her by her first name. She remembered how he 'threatened' to impregnate her daughter to turn her tight body into the voluptuous bombshell Molly possessed. She especially remembered that last part, how Harry had claimed Molly was the sexiest woman he had ever seen.

"I know, dear," Molly reached up to pat his cheek, "Forgive me for trying to act like your mother. I know you feel uncomfortable when I do."

The older redhead figured that should remind Harry that he was talking to his fiancée's mum. Molly had noticed that he was being rather unsubtle about his appreciation of her dress. She idly wondered if Ginny would still insist on her wearing it if she knew her husband-to-be couldn't stop staring at her breasts.

"Oh, you'd be right about that, Molly," Harry casually placed a hand on her lower back to lead her to the refreshments, "I certainly don't see you as my mother. Not even close."

Molly wasn't sure how she should feel about that statement. She never tried to replace Lily Potter and never would. Still, Molly was slightly insulted that Harry said it wasn't even close. That would have been something she would have focused on if Harry didn't have his hand dangerously close to her arse. Molly was starting to think that his attraction to her wasn't limited to simply riling up Ginny during sex.

While Molly was questioning what Harry was doing, the man himself was doing the exact same thing. He had half a mind to go back inside the Burrow and fuck Ginny senseless to sate his lust, but his poor fiancée had already done her best. Besides, if Molly didn't say anything, Harry could assume that he wasn't pushing any boundaries.

"Have I told you how much I appreciate all the work you put in to make this party so great?"

Molly distractedly nodded at some of the guests waving at her as Harry maneuvered them through the crowd. "It wasn't all me. You know it took many people to help make this happen."

"That doesn't mean I didn't notice your effort, Molly."

Molly allowed herself to be led to the other side of the refreshments table, wondering if she should make an excuse to get away. She noticed that they were mostly hidden from the rest of the party, and the only people still around them were far too drunk to know what was happening around them. When Molly felt Harry's fingers rubbing small circles into her back, getting closer and closer to the curve of her arse with every passing round, she knew it was now or never.

Molly could either let Harry cross the line that they could never come back from, or she could put a stop to this before her daughter was betrayed.

The stacked redhead chose the first option.

When Harry's hand moved to the top of her arse, cupping the soft flesh lightly in his hand, Molly casually filled a glass with some wine. She let him get in a few squeezes before saying, "Where're you going with this, Harry? You do realize that I'm going to be your mother-in-law."

"Sure," Harry leaned closer to her to grab a glass while slipping his hand lower to fully palm her arse, "But like I said, I will never see you as any type of mother. I want to fuck you far too much for that."

Molly waved with a smile when Arthur saw her and waited for him to turn away before looking at Harry. She thanked the table for blocking the view and ran her hands over the front of his trousers, lightly tracing the stiff shaft that was quickly growing under her ministrations.

"Did my Ginny not wring the cum you have pent up in those big balls of yours? I saw my lucky daughter getting plowed like a Knockturn whore a few minutes ago."

Harry's cock was hard as steel as surprise flashed on his face. "You saw that?"

"I saw the whole thing, dear," Molly rubbed her thumb over his head, spreading the wet spot caused by his precum. "I also heard you saying something about me. What was it again?"

Harry grunted when Molly unzipped him and reached into his trousers to directly wrap her hand around his cock.

The busty redhead gasped when she felt the wetness around his shaft, "Is that Ginny's...?"

"It is," Harry smirked cockily. It made what they were doing all that much more exciting when Molly didn't pause stroking his cock.

"I wonder if my daughter knows the kind of man she's marrying."

Molly jumped a little with a yelp when Harry smacked her shelf of an arse in response, making her breasts bounce endlessly. "And I wonder if Ginny knows what an absolute slut of a mother she has."

Molly flushed a wonderful red and moved her hand faster, wishing she could use both hands to better cover Harry's cock. But it would make it all too obvious to everyone what Molly was doing if she did that. It was already a small miracle that they weren't drawing eyes.

Harry was far too gone to stop now, but a small part of his mind was yelling at him about how wrong this was. However, just like when he lost himself when having sex with Ginny, Harry wouldn't be able to snap out of it until someone helped him.

That someone definitely wasn't going to be Molly. She was too busy trying to milk every drop of cum Harry had stored in his balls.

Harry didn't think that his fiancée's mum would be giving him a world-class handy at his own engagement party. And right in front of all the other guests too.

"Molly," Harry grunted, "You need to figure out where I'm going to cum. Because it definitely isn't going to be in my trousers."

Molly didn't stop jerking his cock and looked around for a few seconds before quickly dropping to her knees. Harry had to bite his tongue and hastily put down the glass in his hand before tightly gripping the table for support. The witch had sealed her red lips around his leaking cock as soon as she fished it out of the zipper.

"Fuck, Molly!" Harry hissed quietly, "You're a raging slut!"

Molly winked at him and used both hands to work his cock like she wanted to from the start. The voluptuous redhead would be willing to slobber on Harry's knob no matter how long it would take to finish the stud.


Arthur tried to look for an escape from the conversation he was stuck in.

This engagement party was a gift of sorts by Ginny for the Weasley family. Arthur knew that Harry preferred something small and intimate, but his thoughtful daughter fought to have something grand for their benefit. It brought Arthur shame that he was using Harry's fame like this, but there was nothing he wouldn't do to help his sons in their lives.

However, there was only so much he could take of people that barely acknowledged him just a day before suddenly acting like they were lifelong friends. Arthur was never good at pretending to like other people, but like his Mollywobbles says, a man sometimes has to bend his beliefs to make others happy.

Arthur's wife had said that near the start of their marriage... However, it was meant for a very different activity. He quickly shoved that thought away and tried to look for his wife and see if she could be the excuse to get away from the man talking to him.

It didn't take long to find her. She looked unbelievable in that dress that Ginny got for her, and the reaction Arthur saw from others told him that he wasn't alone. He did find it curious that Molly was standing so close to Harry, though.

Arthur initially thought that his future son-in-law was in one of those moods, and Molly was trying to cheer him up, but Harry certainly didn't look like he was brooding. In fact, it looked like he was quite distracted.

Molly saw him looking and waved at him with a smile, giving Arthur the perfect excuse to get away.

"I'm so sorry for cutting this short. My wife's waving me over."

"Ah, Mr. Weasley!" The man whose name never registered with Arthur hastily stopped him, "Just a few more minutes of your time."

With a barely hidden sigh and a fake smile, Arthur somehow put up with more inane chatter until he could escape. He looked back to where he last saw Molly and was relieved to still see her at the same spot. Though Arthur thought it was strange that Molly and Harry were even nearer than before.

The closer he got to where his wife was standing, the more Arthur suspected something wasn't right.

When Molly jumped a little before giving Harry a scolding look, the shock Arthur felt stunned him for a second. He saw her arm move slightly faster, making Harry's absentminded expression more vacant. Arthur suddenly recognized what his wife was doing.

Arthur gulped and used a spell that hadn't seen its intended use for well over a decade. He felt the chilling feeling wash over him as his presence became almost invisible. Arthur hesitated for a few seconds on whether he wanted to open this can of worms before unsteadily moving to get a better view.

"... where I'm going to cum. Because it definitely isn't going to be in my trousers."

Arthur's breath hitched when he saw Molly's slender arm reaching inside Harry's trousers through his zipper. He could see the enormous size of the cock that Molly was pleasuring out of sight, making Harry's pant leg shift wildly every time Molly jerked him.

The redheaded wife looked around as if looking for any watchers before disappearing behind the table. He could see the top of her red hair slowly moving back and forth on Harry's groin, but Arthur's spot no longer had a good view.

"Fuck, Molly!" Arthur heard Harry hiss, "You're a raging slut!"

With his legs seemingly having a mind of their own, Arthur moved to the other side of the table to join Harry and Molly. This spell wasn't intended to be used so close to other people since any decently skilled magic user would be able to sense that someone was watching, but Arthur simply had to see this. It's been years upon years since he had felt this kind of excitement, ever since Molly had put a stop to these kinds of activities due to being too busy with their children.

Arthur's hand unconsciously moved toward his hardening cock when he saw his beautiful wife's red lips stretched thin around Harry's wide cock. She had a look he had never seen before in her eyes, even when they were doing these kinds of things early on in their marriage. A look told Arthur that Harry was in charge, and Molly was just along for the ride.

Arthur stifled a moan when Molly's hands almost turned into a blur on Harry's shaft as she tried to suck the cum out of his balls.

"Keep my cock right there, Molly!" Harry fisted Molly's hair and left only the tip of his cock in her mouth, "I want you to keep my cum in your mouth for the rest of the party."

Arthur's legs almost gave under him as he imagined his wife walking around with a mouthful of their future son-in-law's cum stored in her mouth.

"Fuck! Get ready!"

Molly hollowed her cheeks again while jerking Harry's cock right into her mouth, ready for whatever he had to give her. Unfortunately, she had forgotten the amount of baby batter Harry had filled Ginny with earlier and underestimated how much he would unload. Molly's cheeks quickly puffed out with the amount of cum filling her mouth.

That was only the first shot. The second nearly overwhelmed Molly as a stream of cum slowly dribbled out of her mouth. Arthur whimpered softly at the sight of his wife willingly debasing herself for Harry.

Molly tried to keep everything sealed behind her lips, but the third and final shot could no longer be contained. Instead of letting more cum escape her mouth, Molly chose to swallow the creamy gift and let it settle in her stomach.

Arthur's trousers were sticky and wet as he almost wheezed for air from seeing his wife gulp down the spunk. He weakly moved away from the area since he knew the spell would soon fail, and if not that, Harry would probably discover him once Molly stopped sucking his cock. Arthur might love to watch his wife have fun, but he didn't want Harry to know about his shameful secret.


Harry held Molly's head in place with a grip on her hair as she opened her mouth to show the cum pooling in there.

"I saw that you swallowed much of my cum, Molly."

Molly didn't deny it and shrugged her shoulders, drawing attention to her tits again. Harry made a note to bury his face between her jugs and see if they felt as good as they looked.

"I didn't think I would cum so much, so I'll give you a pass this time."

Harry used his cock to scoop the cum on Molly's chin back into her mouth before remembering they were in public. If he prolonged this anymore, someone was bound to find out what he was doing. Harry quickly drew his wand before casting a couple of cleaning and drying charms before tucking himself back in his trousers.

Before he left, Harry reminded Molly, "I'll check on you after the party to see if you still have it in your mouth. If you don't, then forget about tasting this cock again."

Molly watched Harry walk away with a skip in his step as she pulled out a pocket mirror to fix the cum-streaks on her chin, the ruined makeup from Harry dragging his cock over her face, and her messy hair from Harry's grip.

When she got herself presentable, Molly stood up while smoothing her dress and looking around for any strange looks. Luckily, it looked like Molly had escaped... for now.

Her cheeks were still slightly bulging with Harry's cum, and there was plenty of time for someone to figure that out.


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