A Mother's Love

“Molly?” he whispered loudly, squinting into the deep shadows under the copse of trees on the edge of the stream.. The full moon was obscured behind a thick layer of clouds. A storm was moving in and would hit before morning. There was no answering voice. Harry ducked and peered between the branches, realizing that he had arrived before her. The dark night, accented by gusts of chilly wind, made Harry uncomfortable and slightly nervous. He sat and scooted back to lean against the tree, feeling slightly more comfortable concealed in the darkness.

He sat there for what seemed like ages, listening to the wind growing steadily stronger, the creaking of the branches overhead, the splashing of the stream. He had almost decided to head back to the house when he looked up and saw her. Even with most of the moonlight obscured, her demure white nightgown was easily visible.

“I'm over here,” he said when he noticed her looking around for him. She jumped and glared in the direction of his voice.

“You scared the life out of me,” she scolded, shaking her finger at him in typical Mrs. Weasley fashion.

Harry chuckled and scooted back out from under the tree. “Hi,” he smiled up at her, patting the ground beside him. Molly sat on the grass and leaned her head on his shoulder. He put his arm around her and began running his fingers up and down her arm. She sighed with pleasure and snuggled up against him.

“We're going to have to be more careful, you know,” she murmured.

“I know,” he agreed, “We've had a couple of close calls haven't we. But we've only got another month left of the holidays. We can be good that long, can't we?”

“A month?” Molly sat up and looked alarmed. “What's the date?” she demanded.

“Um, the 29th,” he said reluctantly.

“Merlin's beard, Harry, why didn't you tell me?” she cried, “it's two days to your birthday!”

“It's no big deal,” he said uncomfortably.

“Yes it is,” she insisted. “We have to do something.” A sly look crossed her face and she smiled slightly. “But let's not talk about that right now. Why don't I give you a bit of an early birthday gift.” Pushing him down onto the damp grass, she moved her hands to the waistband of his pajama bottoms. He lifted his hips slightly so she could slide them down, exposing his cock, which was already half-hard, knowing what was coming.

Her warm mouth surrounded his dick, eliciting a moan from the eager boy. “Ungh, that feels good,” he panted. He buried his hands in her thick red mane, moving them with the bobbing of her head.

Molly's hands drifted up his legs, making him shiver. She positioned herself between them, one hand on his balls, the other stroking his cock, following the motions of her mouth. She rolled her tongue around the head, enjoying the tang of the pre-cum that she found there.

“Stop, Molly, I'm going to cum!” he cried as he felt his orgasm approaching. He didn't want to end the tryst so quickly. She ignored him, however, and he could hold back no longer, exploding in her mouth with a loud, shuddering moan. It made his orgasm that much sweeter when he saw that she did not withdraw from it, instead sucking even harder upon his spasming cock, swallowing every salty drop exuded from it.

When he had finished and lay spent before her, she sat back on her heels and licked her lips like a satisfied cat. “Mmm,” she said, “I never get to do that anymore!”

Harry lifted up on his elbows. “Mr. Weasley doesn't like it?” he asked.

“Oh, he likes it well enough. What man doesn't?” She frowned, irritated at the thought. “He's just never home anymore. We haven't even had sex in months.”

He sat up and stroked her hair. She smiled distractedly at him. “I didn't mean to upset you,” he murmured soothingly, “let me do something to make you feel better.” He smiled devilishly and slid his hand under her nightgown to touch her pussy, still wet from the excitement of the blow job.

To his surprise, she pulled away. “We really should be heading back,” she said, straightening her nightgown and picking twigs out of her tangled hair. She moved to stand and he stopped her with a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked, concerned that he had offended her in some way.

“No, no, of course not, Harry, dear,” she said hurriedly, stroking his thick black hair distractedly, not noticing that she knocked his glasses askew as she did so. “It's just getting late.” She stood and wandered towards the house, leaving Harry staring bewildered after her.

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Molly went to bed quickly once they arrived back at the house, giving Harry a half-hearted peck on the way up the stairs. Harry stared, bemused, at her closed bedroom door for a few moments.

He had just turned towards his own bed when he he heard a murmur from the room Ginny usually shared with Hermione. Ginny was spending the night with a friend that evening, so he was surprised to hear voices coming from the room. He dug into the pocket of his pajamas and grinned as his hand closed around an Extendable Ear. He had found it on the floor of the bedroom earlier and had forgotten about it. Placing one end in his ear, he slid the other under the door and immediately heard Hermione's voice loud and clear.

“Yes, please, more!” Hermione begged. Harry heard what sounded like a slap. His eyebrows raised in alarm, but he did not move.

“You were a naughty little girl today, weren't you?”

Harry's jaw dropped. Ron! How long had this been going on?

“Yes, sir,” he heard Hermione say in a submissive whisper. Another slap.

“I saw you looking at Harry's bum in the kitchen this morning, you little slut.” Slap. “Then I caught you masturbating in the shower after I told you not to.” Slap. “Very disobedient, aren't you?”

“I'm sorry,” Hermione whimpered. “I'll make it up to you.” Harry heard a soft thump, then a moan from Ron.

“That's right, my pretty whore,” he growled, “I know how much you love to suck my cock.”

Harry drew in a shuddering breath. His cock was so hard, he thought it was going to tear right through his pants. He pulled it out and began to stroke it slowly as he listened to Hermione's whimpers and moans of pleasure and Ron's murmured words of encouragement. Soon, Harry could hear a change in the pace and intensity of the noises within and he knew that Ron was about to cum. His hand moved furiously on his dick and he bit his lip to keep from crying out.

“Fuck, yes, Hermione,” Ron moaned loudly, “tell me you want it!”

“Oh, yes, I want your cum,” she said breathlessly, “please cum for me. I'll be such a good girl for you, just give me that cum!” Her words sent him over the edge and Harry shot his load onto the floor of the hallway, collapsing, panting, onto the door frame.

Hermione's pleading had apparently had the same effect on Ron. “I'm cumming,” Ron choked out, then moaned so loudly that Harry glanced nervously at the door of the master bedroom, certain they would be overheard.

There was no stirring from within, to his relief, and he wiped the cum from the floor with his sleeve and slipped into the bedroom he shared with Ron. He'd have to hurry if he was going to change into fresh pajamas and hide the extra pillows he'd used to disguise his absence in bed before Ron came back.

He made it just in time. Just as he lay his head on the pillow, the door creaked open and Ron snuck in. Harry feigned sleep as Ron fell onto his bed so hard he was surprised it didn't collapse. He fought the urge to chuckle at the situation. Everybody had their secrets this summer. As much as he was enjoying it, however, he couldn't help but wonder what would happen when school started back in a month.