Title: The Matron's Boy
Fandom: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Characters: Harry Potter, Molly Weasley
Tags: MILF, Foot Fetish, Blowjob, Swallowing, Mature Woman, Teen Boy, Footjob, Affair, Rimming, Swallowing, Facesitting
Started: 10/09/2019
Finished: 10/09/2019

Harry was laid atop his bed at number 12 Grimwauld Place, Sirius had insisted on him having his own room, though with the size of the place it wasn't a hard request to grant. He was only wearing his boxer shorts.

The door opened, the dim light from the hallway gliding in, Harry's cheeks tinged with a light blush as the Weasley matriarch stepped into the doorway, her red hair a little unkempt from the days cleaning, she wore a soft maroon dressing gown the orange letters MW stitched over her left breast, and held a warm smile on her face.

"Hello Harry." She whispered, softly closing the door behind her and walking to the left side of the bed. She lifted her wand from her robe's pocket and summoned a soft armchair beside it. She sat down, crossing her right leg over her left, Harry's noticeable bulge lifting slightly. Her natural earthy scent becoming more prominent.

"Molly…" Harry whispered, a slight tremble in his voice as he leaned up in the bed. Molly slid her right leg to the side, her slippered foot rising into Harry's view and allowing a tempting glimpse of her naked pussy as her robe spread tight across her thighs.

Harry's bulge twitched again, the fabric rising.

Molly reached down, her hand caressing her enclosed slipper before taking hold of it, she pressed down on the fabric of the heel, it slid off with an audible pop. Harry's boxers lifted a couple inches, the fabric at his waist now straining to remain against him.

She slid the slipper from her foot, her bare foot waving at the boy on his bed, her sole red and wrinkling as she flexed her toes. Harry felt his lips suddenly dry as the slightest hint of cheese teased his nose. Molly smiled; she could almost see the tension coursing through the youth's body.

She leaned forward and pressed the opening of her slipper to Harry's face, and as she lightly applied pressure to him he began to lean back until his head once again touched the pillow. His boxers now looked as though they were threatening to tear from the strain.

Harry moaned softly as he felt the heat of the slipper slamming into his face, the thick smell of old cheese caressing his nose and lips. He slightly thrust his hips; his cock desperate for release.

Molly released her hold on the slipper, Harry's muscles went rigid, determined not to let the slipper fall from his face. Molly uncrossed her leg, the cool carpet fibres feeling nice beneath her hot sole, she inched forward in the chair and unbound the belt that tied her robe shut and with a shrug of her shoulders it slid from her body and over the back of the chair.

Her heart jumped in her chest as she felt the air of her room caress her naked body, the throbbing between her legs intensifying. No matter how many times she'd done it, the young boy seeing her naked body drove her crazy. Her breathing was already deepening and becoming faster.

She stepped closer to the bed and leaned over, she let her finger tips dance across his midriff, he shivered beneath her delicate touch. She nipped the waistline of his boxers between her thumb and index finger before slowly peeling it back. She was panting now. Slowly she exposed his length, inch by inch, until finally the tip was freed, slapping against her chin, leaving an imprint of precum upon it.

They moaned together.

Harry's chest was rising and falling more rapidly now, each breath filling his lungs with the scent of Molly's cheesy toes. His cock ached for attention, it took all his control not to grab it and start running his hand up and down his engorged shaft.

Molly bowed closer, inhaling through her nose, savouring every whiff of his cock before parting her lips ever so slightly, and softly blowing on his tip.

"Oh…" he thrust his hips, his breathing deepening.

Molly bit her lower lip, suppressing a girlish giggle. One of her hands snaked down her chubby body, dipping between her thighs, she ran a finger over her pussy and gasped. She was so wet. Her tongue slid past her lips and scooped up a drop of precum from her chin, groaning softly at his salty taste.

"Oh Harry…I need you now…"

She leapt onto the bed, straddling him, his small body jerking slightly beneath her, his shaft slapping against her lips as it poked up from between her thighs. Molly's moan thundered through her body like she was purring.

She removed her slipper from his face, his pupils were dilated as he stared up at her, her big naked body filling his vision. His cock throbbed, slapping against her cunt, Molly shivered again.

She leaned down and pressed her lips against Harry's, his parted and her tongue shot into his mouth, tasting him as she passionately wrestled his tongue for several minutes. When they parted, she nipped his lower lip, both gasping for breath, she brushed his cheek with her now sticky fingers, he shuddered.

"Are you ready Harry?" he could almost taste the desire in her voice. He gave a slight nod and Molly's smile grew. She turned and flipped her position, her large ass and trimmed pussy hovering inches above his face, her natural earthy scent washing over him with the slightest hint of salt from the sweat still saturating her cheeks.

Slowly she began to lower rear until she felt Harry's face sink into her soft cheeks, her toes curled in pleasure. With a shuddering breath she lifted her legs over his body, her size five soles grazing his cock, she moaned as she felt the boy's gasp tease her anus.

"Mmm…" she hummed as her toes curled and she lifted her foot, gripping his tip with her toes, squeezing harder as she felt the warm pre-cum splurge between her toes. Ever so slowly she began to slide her toes down, teasing his head then down his shaft, stopping just half way down before slowly gliding her way back up until the neck of his cock was throbbing between her toes. She then began to repeat the process, gradually increasing her speed. Her anus flexing as Harry moaned into it, she shifted herself, grinding his face deeper into her ass.

Harry's tongue slid out of his mouth and caressed her warm cheeks, her salty bitter taste spurring him on, he began to lap at her ass flesh.

"Oh yes…" Molly groaned, moving her toes even faster, Harry's tongue took inspiration from her.

His cock began to throb between her toes. Moaning Molly sandwiched it between her feet, rubbing her foot sweat into his meat. It jerked harder against her. Fuck she loved how he felt between her feet. She felt him moaning into her ass, then he spoke, he was close, the vibrations licked her puckering hole, it began to convulse.

"Oh, fuck me…" Molly mewled, her anus erupting and spurting her juices onto his face. She dived forward, her feet leaving Harry's cock and falling off the sides of the bed, Harry's face pushing deeper into her ass as her cheeks spread.

"Oh fuck!" Harry cried into her ass, his words still muffled by the fat of her cheeks, as he felt his rod taken into her hot mouth, her saliva coating his length, his tip struck the back of her throat.

Molly gasped, altering her position, she took more, she moaned as she felt Harry's cock slide into her throat before finally her lips touched the base and her lower lip sink into his scrotum.

Harry pressed his lips against her puckering anus and slowly slid her tongue inside her, mentally grinning as he felt her flexing around his tongue, trying to pull him deeper. He began to wiggle his tongue, making it thrash inside her, tickling the walls of her canal. She moaned around his still throbbing cock and started to suck, massaging his tip with her throat, she even began to lightly bob her head, her teeth lightly tracing over his length, it shook with pleasure, spurting cum inside her throat. The movement of her nodding head making her ass cheeks slap either side of his face, spurring Harry's tongue to delve deeper inside.

She dragged her tongue up his length, curling it around his rod as it neared the back of her throat, and began to tighten her grip before starting to slurp and then suddenly her erupted. Molly's eyes bulged in her sockets as Harry's cock spewed a bucket load of cum down her throat, she began gulping down his seed, squeezing his tongue with her anus as she did so, another spurt of her juices shooting into the young boy's mouth.

Then all at once they both went limp, Molly fell on the boy, his cock limply flopping out of her mouth and slapping her against her cheek, she shivered, feeling a mixture of semen and saliva rapidly cooling on her cheek. Slowly, steadily, she lifted her ass off Harry's face, the boy gasped for breath and she laughed, he kissed her ass cheek.

"That was so good…" Molly purred as she forced herself to clamber off of the boy, her legs trembling beneath the strain, she had to brace herself against the chair she had previously conjured, giving Harry a good view of her ass. She collected her robe and threw it back over her body, bind it shut before banishing the chair.

She stepped towards the door, her cheeks still red and breathing heavy. She opened the door a crack and glanced back to Harry, her eyes lingering on Harry's limp cock, glistening with her saliva and seed in the dim hall light before travelling up his body, over his chest, which still held a faint red outline of her body where she had laid and sat upon him. Soon her eyes found his face.

"Goodnight Harry dear."

"Goodnight Molly." He whispered back.

She closed the door and began to make her way back to her and Arthur's room with an extra sway in her hips, the taste of Harry's cock still fresh on her tongue, she sensually ran it over her lips.

A/N Hope you all liked the chapter, been meaning to do something with Molly for a while now, let me know if you liked and if you would like to see her used more in future works.