A Big Happy Weasley Family Part 3 - Sex Stories

A Big Happy Weasley Family Part 3

... sofas gathered around a silver screen – a WWW product and Fred’s last gift to the world: the wizarding equivalent of a television set. George, with a significant portion of Harry’s wealth, had begun churning out television sets by the dozen and told Harry they were in great demand at the moment – even shipping out as far away as the United States. The sitting area led to a dining area, which sat atop a slightly elevated platform. A long, ornate dining table sat there, with at least twenty chairs, although it could seat up to forty. Harry had to marvel at the magic that went into making the area this large. And even beyond the dining area was a posh kitchen and Molly’s favorite part of the house. It sat beyond a wide kitchen separation wall, or as Molly called it – a “kitchen counter” - lined with granite. It was a refreshingly open set up, and all of the stoves and basins were stacked neatly within the kitchen area. The people sat at the dining table could see Molly bustle around beyond the separation, which only reached up to waist height, and Molly could see them in turn. It was open and relaxed, as opposed to the cluttered, cramped set-up the Weasleys had before. He saw nobody in the hall or the dining area – Arthur had gone to work and Ron was off wandering around the grounds (probably pining after Hermione, Harry thought). He wondered where Molly was, but then he shrugged and entered the kitchen. And he was greeted with a fabulous view. Molly Weasley was bent over, her ...

... magnificent ass on display (that arse has to be at least 50 inches across, Harry marveled), and her head was inside a stove, probably inspecting something she had left to bake. Harry really tried not to stare, but he had been inside that gorgeous thing, and it was now hard to not stare at it. He remembered palming and hugging and nipping at that luscious behind. He felt his member hardening and he knew that would be hard to hide, so he quickly turned around and cleared his throat. Molly’s head snapped up to look at him and she smiled. Harry grinned at her – he knew he wasn’t supposed to, but involuntary thoughts of “Oh yeah, I tapped that” were swimming through his head. So he kept his mouth shut and nodded at her as he walked towards the cupboard where Molly usually kept light snacks. Truth be told, he was surprised at how indifferent Molly and Arthur were to the whole incident last night. It was as if they were separate people – a depraved couple inside the bedroom and loving parents outside of it. He was astonished at how they could switch personas at ease. At the same time, there was a bounce to Arthur’s steps in the morning (which Harry completely could not fathom – how could a man do that and feel even happier?) and Molly kept shooting him these sultry smiles when nobody was looking. He knew right then that it had not been a one-time thing – he would be invited into their marital bed again and they shall love it. And the disturbing thing was – he totally wanted it. He ...