Chapter 3 - Molly

 Harry came home early, knowing that Ginny was busy making preparations for dinner. The redhead stood in the kitchen, directing her wand at the dozens of spices and containers floating around. "Harry," she said with a fearful glance and a blush, "I thought you would be coming in later." 

 He stepped forwards and ran his eyes down her loose flower-patterned dress. "So this is what you wear when I'm not around?" 

"I was going to prepare... I just wanted to finish up here first." 

 Harry smiled and put his hand on her ass. "Don't worry, darling, I forgive you. Plus, I brought you something special." 

 The redhead's eyes widened. "S-Something s-special?" 

"I'll show you soon. It's for Mum as well. She's supposed to show up soon, isn't she?" 

"In a bit..." Ginny stared at the bag dangling from his fingers, wondering what could be inside. And how he did he want to mix up her mother into this? Please, just let this be a normal dinner... There had been enough humiliation in the Weasley family. For once, Ginny hoped that Harry could show some... mercy towards them. 

 Just as Harry came back from changing, he heard the knock on the door. Ginny rushed towards it, but he stopped her in place with a spell and grinned. "Don't worry about it, dear, I’ve got it.” 

 Standing before him with a surprised look on her face was Molly Weasley. “Why, Harry! I wasn’t aware that you’d be here already…”

“Ahhh, no worries! I came in early to help out.” 

 Molly entered the house and exchanged a worried glance her daughter. Harry was here already, could that mean that he was planning something?

“Mum, come, I have a gift for you both!” Harry took out two gift wrapped boxes from bag on the table and walked towards the two redheads. “Here you go.” He handed one of them to each and smiled affably. 

 Molly undid the ribbon and opened the box only to find a lingerie set. “Oh… How… Very nice of you, Harry.” Ginny looked at hers with similar misgivings. Surely he doesn’t mean that we should put these on now, does he? 

 The wizard went and wrapped his arms around the two of them. “Well, go on, try them on.” 

“Oh, I really don’t think there’s time…” said Ginny defensively. “We have to finish dinner, and soon everyone will be coming…” 

“Nonsense! I’ll finish up dinner. You and Mum go and try those on, I’ll wait.” 

 Ginny locked eyes with her mother and saw her own fear reflected in them. I don’t want to do this, she thought. Enough is enough. He can’t keep getting away with this! 

“I won’t do it,” the redhead forced herself to say. “I don’t want to.” 

 Harry blinked. “Excuse me, darling, I think I didn’t make that out right?” 

“N-Nothing!” said Molly quickly. She took Ginny by the arm and wrangled her. What is wrong with you, girl? her eyes said. Have you lost your mind? Don’t you know what he can do to us?

 Ginny opened her mouth to respond, but her mother’s fiery look silenced her. Mother… If not even her parents had the courage to stand up to Harry, then what was the point? 

“Come, Mrs. Potter,” her mother said with a teasing bite. “Let’s put these on for the master.” 

 Harry slapped his hands together. “Brilliant! I’ll be waiting for your return.” How nice it was to see that his mother-in-law understood her place. Ginny was indeed acting up lately. Granted, she must’ve felt different from the others - she was, after all, a true Potter now. No matter how angry Harry might get with her, she must’ve known that there were limitations to what he would ever do to her. I do love her, after all. 

 He was about to finish off the tea that Ginny had started when he heard footsteps behind him. It was Molly, all by herself. She wasn’t wearing the lingerie yet, but she had taken off the coat she came in, and Harry could see the ribbed sweater that hugged the milf’s chest tightly. Though by muggle standards she should’ve been grey by now, Molly Weasley still looked rather young. Not twenty, of course, but certainly in her early thirties, with rosy cheeks and the same thick ginger locks as her daughter. If anything, her huge breasts and fat ass added to her fertile look that made her seem younger still. 

“Harry…” she uttered carefully. 

“Mrs. Weasley.” Harry smiled kindly. “Mum.” 

 She bit her lip and took a step towards him. “Dear, you aren’t angry at Ginny, are you? You must know she loves you very much.” 

 How noble. The mother defending the daughter. “Oh, I do.” 

“You know that we… We all love you very much…”

 Harry lifted an arm and placed it on her shoulder. Molly trembled, but her eyes came to meet his. “Oh, I know,” he said. “No need to worry.” His finger slid down the ribs in her sweater, coming to rest on her upper breast. “I have to say, your family means so much to me, Molly.” His open palm spread across her breast, pushing gently into it. “And you as well.” 

 The older redhead sighed. “Ha--”

“Shhh. There’s no need to talk.” 

 Molly could feel a power emanating from his mere touch that was indescribable compared to anything she had felt before. No man had ever touched her breasts besides her husband… but he hadn’t been himself ever since Harry came into their life and took control of the family. For all intents and purposes, a Potter was now the true patriarch of the Weasleys, and Molly felt compelled to answer to his touch and words. To obey him. 

 Her legs bent of their own accord and she knelt before him. “Please, Mr. Potter - Master - feel free to use me as you wish. Anything that you feel is too much for Ginny… I can take it.” 

 Harry wrapped her hair around his hand and pushed her face into his crotch, rubbing her face in the cock that throbbed against his pants. “I’ve always had a special place in my heart for you, Mum. Shall I show you?” 

 Molly said nothing. Instead, she opened her glossy lips around his bulge and breathed hotly into it. It had been so long since she wanted a man to use her… 

 Harry slowly took it out and brought it to rest on her face. He could see the sheer awe in his mother-in-law’s face as she gazed up at his cock, realizing that it stretched the full length of her face, the shaft thick enough to cover up her eye. “It’s so beautiful…” she said, a stupid tone in her voice, one of almost childlike wonder. “Is this… Is this magic?” 

 Harry smiled and ran his thumb across her freckled cheek. “Only Potter magic.” 

 What an awful feeling. To want to suck off one’s son-in-law, while simultaneously aware that he lived to treat everyone else, and especially those in her family, as lessers. But perhaps we are lessers, thought Molly numbly. After all, no man could come close to… this. Arthur’s dick was barely a quarter the size of Harry’s. Despite his advanced years, he was less of a man, that much she could see with crystal clarity. 

 Harry slid his cock into her willing mouth and fucked it. He made pigtails of her hair and gazed down into her pretty eyes, watching them water as she struggled to down the whole length of him down her throat. It was certainly different from facefucking either Ginny or Hermione. The former tended to submit out of fear and at most wanted only to pleasure him, while the latter lost her mind in cocklust. But with Molly, it was clear that she loved and hated this at the same time, that she both lusted after it and felt guilt for doing so.

“Is that good, Mrs. Weasley?” he asked her gently, pushing his cock hard against her cheek. “You seem to be very good at this.” 

 Harry brought out his cock to slap her face with it. “Thank you, Mr. Potter,” said Molly, summoning the last remnants of her pride. He thought of how silly she must’ve felt, a grown woman subjecting herself like a slut to her son-in law.

“Why don’t you go and change with Ginny? I’ll be right there.” 

 She swallowed with worry. “You can’t tell her ab--” 

“Shhh.” He pushed his cock to her lips. Her eyes stared down at it. “Don’t you worry, Mum.” 

 Potter watched her go and took a moment to reflect on what had just happened. It was wrong, to do this to the Weasleys, especially after they had always treated him so well. Without them, I might’ve been dead by now. And yet the hunger inside him only grew. It was not destructive, by any means, but… certainly dark and twisted. He wanted to humiliate others and bind them to his will. It was unfortunate that those closest to him satisfied his wishes better than any stranger, but Harry did worry about what would happen in the future. Would this thirst ever be quenched, or would it end with him wanting to stand up against all of them as a superior, just as Voldemort had wanted to once? 

 Molly entered the bedroom to find her daughter lying in bed. “Ginny! What are you doing, you stupid girl, you haven’t even changed!” 

 Ginny’s eyes opened. “You can’t tell me what to do. This is my house, Mother.” 

“You’re so very stubborn. This is his house above all. Don’t you forget that, girl.” The older redhead rushed and changed into the lingerie Harry had given them. Ginny watched from the sidelines as her mother pulled the lace over her curvy body, preparing for… her husband.

“Do you have no shame?” she snapped. 

 The door opened and Harry stepped through. His eyes immediately moved to his mother-in-law’s hanging cleavage and exposed ass. “You look brilliant, Mum.” A few steps forward, and he ran his hand over the arch in her back, then let it come down to rest on her ass. “What a beautiful bum as well.” 

 Then he looked at Ginny. “I see you haven’t changed.” 

“I don’t intend to.” 

 Harry nodded slowly. “Seems it’s just going to be you and me then, Mum. Shame. At least maybe you can teach your daughter a trick or two. Go on. Show her!” 

 Molly took a deep breath, then got on the bed, presenting her ass to him. “Is this good, sir?” She let her pale ass sway before him, knowing that her daughter would be seeing everything at the same time.

“That’s perfection.” He undressed himself, revealing his strong and muscular body, then got behind his mother-in-law. He slapped her ass with the throbbing head of his cock a couple of times, then pulled her panties aside and thrust in. Molly moaned weakly and dropped down onto her chest as Harry propped himself up on his palms and wrecked her from above.

“Do you like this, Mrs. Weasley?” he asked, the wet slaps of him slamming into her resounding through the room. “Do you like it?” Despite her age, her pussy was soft and welcoming as any other. Definitely about as good as Ginny’s. 

 The younger redhead tried to avert her eyes as she sat at the edge of the bed. She tried to get up and move away, but Harry quickly grabbed her by the wrist and sat her back down. “You aren’t going anywhere yet, darling.” 

 He went on fucking his mother-in-law with all the force that he could muster, knowing Ginny would be watching every second of it. What better way to make her realize her place than by turning her own mother into a filthy cumbucket right before her eyes? She would have to think at all times when kissing his dick in the future that if she was reluctant, Harry could easily get her mother to do instead. A perfect family gathering. 

 Molly tried not to think about her family as Harry pounded away at her. Never in all her years could she have imagined sleeping with a man other than Arthur. And now this… In truth, she had been attracted to Potter for quite a few years now. But it was a secret she left lingering at the back of her head. The idea of fucking Ginny’s husband given how she had watched him grow up at her side seemed insane. And yet here she was. Doing it. Getting fucked by his big wonderful cock. 

 Nobody has to know about this, she told herself. Ginny wouldn’t tell a soul, and hopefully Harry wouldn’t either. Despite her shame, she wanted to enjoy this while it lasted. Feeling her pussy getting torn apart was amazing and unlike anything else. In no way could Arthur compare to this… Each time Potter thrust inside her sensitive pussy wrapped around that huge shaft, feeling his throbbing veins grinding against her insides. Destroying her. Ruining her.

“Fuck me, honey…” she whispered to him at length. “Go on…” 

“Mother!” Tears came to Ginny’s eyes. She couldn’t believe it. Her own mother… How could you do this to me?! With Harry it was one thing. He probably couldn’t control these dark urges… But to bear witness to Hermione and her own mother lusting after him made her angry. These stupid sluts! He’s my husband, mine!

 Suddenly, Ginny reached out and slapped Molly’s ass as hard as she could. Her mother yelped, but Harry kept his hands buried in her waist. His eyes went over Molly’s fat reddened ass, now carrying her daughter’s marks, and he winked at Ginny. The redhead leaned over and kissed him. “Fuck me instead,” she begged. “Please, husband… Master…” 

 Harry laughed and nudged her aside. “You had your chance. Your mother’s earned this. Next time you should think twice before you dismiss me, heh.” 

 Molly beamed once she heard that. Nobody could take this cock away from her now. It’s all mine… Mine alone… Harry leaned in and kissed her on the neck. Molly turned her head and responded, taking him greedily into her mouth, drooling as she worshiped her dark master, letting him fill her up at the same time. Ginny sobbed somewhere in the background, but that was irrelevant. 

“Take my ass, Mr. Potter,” she begged. “Nobody’s used it before.”

“Is that so?” 

 Harry spread her fat ass wide and looked at the tiny butthole above her pussy. She probably wasn’t lying. A respectable woman like her wouldn’t have let anyone do a thing like that to her, not even her husband. Now she was offering it. 

 He grabbed Ginny by the hair and locked eyes with her. “Why don’t you prep Mum up for what’s to come? Help out.” Overpowering her hesitation, he yanked her hair in his grip and pushed her down into Molly’s asshole. He held her there, ordering her to lick it and eat it up, though at least the wet tears would help if nothing else did. 

 Once Harry finished with her, he brought the tip of his cock and rubbed it against the milf’s asshole. Her back arch and she cooed vulnerably in response, her toes curling as he brought her legs up to hold her by the ankles. Ginny watched him as he began to push inside. 

 Molly cried out, but she stayed put and took it. The dick went in with difficulty at first, trying to get past the tight squeeze of her asshole. Once the head was fully inside, though, the shaft rammed its way inside without difficulty. 

 Oh, God… Though it hurt to take it all in, Molly relished every moment of it. Such a big and beautiful cock taking her virgin ass. She was being mindbroken into a cumdumpster for Harry and she wanted nothing more than to please him and take it all in like the little whore she was always meant to be. For years, she had not done this, only to feel this way now…

“Fuck me!” she howled. “Fuck me, master, fuck me!” 

 Ginny fell to the floor, terrified of what she was seeing. Her too… Mother! What is wrong with you all? When is this going to end? Even as she covered her eyes and wept, she could feel her own pussy and ass tingling in turn, begging for the same to be done to them. He’s broken us in… He’s turned into these sluts…

 Harry slapped Molly’s ass harder and practically rode her, slamming his balls against her pussy as he tore apart her asshole. They deserved this. They all did. There were so weak and easily overwhelmed by his big cock and hard body - no person with self-respect acted in such a way. All it did was motivate him to be that much rougher with them. To destroy them in toto. 

 He reached and grabbed his mother-in-law by the neck, choking her as he took a deep whiff of her hair. He spat on her and laughed, working his cock that much deeper into her ass. Her plump body squirmed wildly underneath, clearly getting hit by one orgasm after another. Her face drenched with sweat, her half-closed eyes came after him with lust. “Harry,” she croaked.

 As he reached his own climax, Harry pulled out and turned Molly on her back. She took him between her massive tits and gave him a titty job as he stood on top of her ready to come. “Come all over my face, dearie,” she begged him. 

 He yanked both her nipples hard and moved back and forth, staring into the milf’s eyes. He finally released and watched the thick ropes of his seed shooting all over her, covering her eyes, her chest, and even ending up in her hair. Molly quickly lifted her face and brought her lips and tongue to lap at the last of the cum that dripped out of his cock.

“Thank you, sir… You’re so good to me…”

“The others should be here soon. Ginny, why don’t you help Mum out?” 

 The young redhead looked up at them from the floor. “E-Excuse me?” 

 Harry went and picked her up, then brought her over to her mother’s chest. “There’s cum everywhere, dear. Your mother can’t show up like this before your father, can she? Help her clean up. Just stick out your tongue and begin.” 

 Molly did not dare intervene. She just enjoyed the shockwaves of the orgasms that still passed through her and made her tremble, and kept her legs spread open to cool off her raw pussy. But she could see Ginny’s crying face hovering above, and soon Harry was pushing her down to Molly’s own nipples… 

 It had been years since Ginny sucked on them, but she was right back at it, and the super feeling of her soft lips suckling on her erect nipples drove Molly to moan. She reached out and stroked Ginny’s hair, helping her tongue make its way around her chest so she could lick up every bit of Harry’s seed…

“That’s my girl…” said Molly happily. “Tastes good, doesn’t it? You have to thank your husband for this.” 

 Ginny wiped her nose with her forearm and looked up to him, looking a little less sad. “Thank you… husband…” 

“Thank your mother as well. It was because of her nice cunt and tight little asshole that I came so hard. Weasley women are truly perfect for fucking,” he said, his fingers going inside Molly’s pussy all over again. 

“We’ll have to get ready…” Molly took a deep breath, feeling herself getting horny all over again. “My… Arthur… Ron…” 

 Harry came over and rested his dick over her head. “Don’t worry about them, Mum, we have time. Ginny, why don’t you help her out while I go get ready?”

“H-Help her out?” 

 Harry grinned, then dragged her between Molly’s legs. He stuck her face down into her mother’s wet cunt, and held it there until she started lapping at it like a dog. The mother’s legs soon wrapped around her daughter’s head, and the two were going at it while Harry watched.

“I wish that I could join, but perhaps we’ll continue later. Don’t forget to get dressed for the family. You wouldn’t want them to see you like… this.” 

 But even as he spared them a final glance, Molly’s back arched, her body getting ready to come all over again, while Ginny brought her fingers up to help her work her mother’s cunt. They go so well together, thought Harry. Perhaps Molly should live with us from now on. Would help with the kids.  

 As he left the room, he idly wondered what it would be like if he got Molly pregnant as well, all over again. After having so many Weasley’s, would she be able to carry another? Surely she would love a Potter more. Just imagining Arthur and his sons looking over at Molly and Ginny both happily breastfeeding Harry’s children made him hard. 

 No, he thought, that’s too far… 

 And yet, whose fault would it be if it happened? Not his fault. It was Arthur who was too weak to be a proper patriarch of the family. That a Potter came in and took control of all the women… perhaps that was just natural. 
 They should be lucky they get to see them, he thought, now his dark side taking over. Their women are my property, after all… 