It was a rainy day in autumn. Dark clouds covered the sky. It was late afternoon and Molly Weasley was looking outside the window. The weather was just how she felt. Arthur was still at work. The house was quiet. No one was here except her. Her children were grown up and went their separate ways. The youngest, her daughter Ginny, had moved out a few weeks ago and lived together with her boyfriend Harry. Of course, Molly was pleased that her children had found their own way in life. But the loneliness made her sad. From time to time Harry came over. The two chatted often and Molly enjoyed his proximity. She got along with him very well and for a short time she could forget the loneliness. So even today. There was a knock at the door. When she opened, she smiled and asked in the young man who visited her again.

"Harry, good to see you."
"Hello, Molly. It's so good to see you, too. You look magnificent by the way."

"Oh, thank you." Molly blushed at the compliment. "How are you, Harry? What about your work?"

Harry worked with Ron at the Ministry as an Auror. He was among the best. Then they talked for a while. It was a welcome interruption. This was one of those moments when Molly no longer felt lonely or depressed. Harry told her about his work and about Ron and Ginny. But Molly was lost in thought and didn´t hear properly. After a while, Harry asked: "Is something wrong?"
Harry had noticed that she looked a little unhappy. In her condition, it was too strenuous for her to lie to Harry. But it wasn´t easy to tell Harry the truth. It wasn´t easy for Molly to speak with someone about this topic at all. Should she tell Harry about her not so little problem? But he was always there for her. She decided to tell him spontaneously.

"Yes.", she said. "It... it's so that..."
"Yes?"
"Three weeks ago I went to an old school friend to visit her. There I saw her in the backyard... with a young man who wasn´t her husband. And... she... well she gave him... a blowjob."

"Oh." Harry said simply. He was surprised that the talk went in this direction. Molly hesitated. Should she tell him that she had seen him there when he fucked her daughter? She couldn´t do that. But somehow she knew that Harry would forgive her.
"And last week I wanted to visit Ginny. I wanted to see if she's all right. I saw through the window into the living room and she ... she and you... made love ... on the sofa ... I couldn´t believe my eyes."

"Well, obviously she was fine." Harry said gently.

"I´m sorry, Harry. I´m really sorry. It was ... I was so confused and I couldn´t look away immediately. Again and again I thought about my life. About my... my love life."
"I see.", Harry said. "Gradually, I see your problem. There is nobody in your bet who can satisfy you. That's it, right? You're sexually frustrated." Molly stared at him and blushed. At first she did not answer and looked at the ground. He was right.
"Yes.", she said softly. "I... I´m unsatisfied. I love Arthur, but he cannot satisfy me. He lives for his work and his time for me is rare. And in the evening he is exhausted from his work."
"I see. But why are you not changing it?"
"Changing it? I´m a married woman. I can´t do that, Harry."
"Why not? Arthur don´t have to know about that. A young man in your bet could make you feel good. Your friend from school is doing the same. You told me about it. So why not changing it? Maybe with me?" She stared at him.
"Harry!", she said sternly, but he laughed.
"It's all right. It was just a joke."
"That's not funny, Harry. I´m a married woman. I can´t betray Arthur."

"It´s not only because of his work that he is not here so often. There is another woman and they are meeting each other every now and then." Molly stared at him. "Yes. He has a small, harmless affair. An office lady fifteen years younger than you."
"What? Since when...?"
"Not very long. And he is not the only one. I know that Ginny has a little affair. With a woman."

"Ginny has... What? With a woman?" She couldn´t believe it. Arthur and Ginny turned to other partners? And Ginny was into girls? "You two are engaged. You want to marry. Why is she doing that?"

"It´s ok, Molly. It's just sex. An affair. Nothing else. No love. Just sex and pleasure. Well... If you want, we can also have an affair. I can offer you a lot. The women with whom I have been together can confirm that. Including Ginny. And we will only go as far as you want." Molly was speechless and he smiled. Then he looked at his watch. "Time to go. See you, Molly."
Molly sat there for a moment and thought about his words. What was that? Harry asked her if she wanted to make love to him. She was the mother of his best friend and his girlfriend. He was so young and she... She was old enough to be his mother. They have known each other for years. And now this. But now he was no longer a child. They were both adults and she had to admit that he was a very handsome young man. And if he wasn´t lying, he had already gained some experience. Maybe it wasn´t such a bad idea. As long as nobody would notice something, it would be possible. Harry was almost at the door when she got up quickly.
"Harry, please wait." Harry turned and looked at her questioning.
"Yes?"
"Harry, I ... I think you're right. I'm sexually frustrated. And ... I want to have sex with you, if you like." Harry looked surprised. Apparently, he hadn´t expected that she would appeal. But then he smiled.
"Good. How about tomorrow evening at five o'clock?"
"Yes. Tomorrow would be good. But Arthur..." She seemed to feel uncomfortable.
"If you want, we can meet at my house. There we don´t have be afraid to be disturbed." Molly nodded and smiled slightly. It seemed to be unpleasant for her to do this in her own home. But she was relieved that it would happen at a different location.
"Good idea. I will be there, Harry."

"Good. I'll see you tomorrow, Molly." He smiled and said goodbye with a hug. But this hug felt a little different to the hugs he had given her before.

The following evening Molly looked in the mirror. She was wearing a light blue dress and high-heeled shoes. Her purse was on the sideboard. Her hand stroked nervously through her hair. Although she was already half an hour late, Molly hesitated to go. Why was she doing this? She was about to betray her husband. With the best friend of her youngest son. With a man who was thirty years younger than her. But then she thought it would be a onetime thing. No one would know about it. She and Harry would spend the night together and they would never talk about it. Just this one night of lust and passion. Perhaps it would please her. Then she made a decision. She looked one last time in the mirror and left the house.

When Molly stood in front of Harry's house, her heart beat very fast. She put her wand in her purse. Tonight she would not need it. She took a deep breath and knocked three times. Then the door was opened by Harry. He smiled at her and Molly reddened.
"Nice that you came, Molly. You look stunning."
"I'm sorry. I'm a little late."

"Not at all. Come in." She stepped inside and put her purse on a small side table.

Harry's house was tastefully decorated. He led her into the living room, where a table with two chairs was placed. Plates, cutlery, wine glasses, napkins. Molly looked at Harry questioningly.
"We should first eat something, or not?"
"Oh. I thought that ..."
"You thought that I just want to fuck you?" Molly blushed slightly. "You should know me better. First we eat a little. Then we will have a glass of wine or two. And then, let's see. We will only go as far as you want, Molly." With these words he offered her a chair and Molly took place. Then they ate together and chatted. After dinner they sat down on the comfortable sofa and were drinking a glass of wine. Molly enjoyed the conversation with Harry and they took a second glass.

They sat close to each other and Molly felt a heat rise inside her. Molly didn´t know if it was the wine or the balmy evening breeze. Or the sight of this handsome young man who was so familiar. Her desire increased with every second. She thought she could hold it not longer.
"Harry, I ... I'm actually not here because of the good food. Or because of the good wine. It is because of you. I... I thought I'm here to make love with you." Harry frowned.
"That is up to you. You can go whenever you want. We can continue to talk to each other and leave it at that. Or we can move on. Whatever you want. It´s your choice."
"You don´t want me?", Molly asked insecure.
"I didn´t say that. The question is if you want me."

The next moment his question was answered. Molly´s face was inches away from his. Then she placed her hands on the sides of his head and drawing him in for a long and tender kiss. The kiss became more passionate. Harry moved his hands to her delectable ass, confirming its firmness for himself. Molly froze in surprise for only a moment before closing her eyes and returning the kiss. She moaned into his mouth and her hand wandered down his body. Then she felt Harry's hard and impressive erection.

"That feels promising, young man.", she whispered softly, breaking the kiss.

She stood up and fumbled at her dress. The fabric of her dress slid to the floor and Harry looked surprised. She wore nothing under her dress. She stood in front of him in her naked glory and Harry stared at her. She smiled when she saw his face. Obviously he hadn´t expected that she wasn´t wearing underwear. Slowly and provocative she turned her body so he could consider her extensively.

Harry was amazed. For her age she still looked pretty good. Especially her large breasts caught his attention. In the past he had often wondered how they would look like. They had always been covered by fabric. But the size of their breasts had always fascinated him. Of course, he hadn´t told anyone. Especially Ron would not have been pleased to talk about the big breasts of his mother. Now Harry saw her bare breasts for the first time. They were so large that Harry was sure that he would need two hands for a breast.

His gaze went deeper to her buttocks and her legs. Although she was not slim, but for her age she still looked very good. For a moment Harry stared wordlessly at this naked woman who was nearly thirty years older than he. Then he heard her voice. She sounded slightly confused.

"Are you disappointed?", Molly asked. "I know I'm not as pretty as these young girls."

"No, no. I'm just surprised, that's all. You're ... very beautiful, Molly." Standing directly in front of him, she placed her hands on her hips and met his gaze with a smile.

"So you like what you see, Harry?", she said softly.

"Absolutely. You look great without your dress."

"And I'd like to see what you're hiding under your clothes, young man. Take off." Harry grinned.
"You've already seen me naked. You have seen me how I fucked your daughter. But I´m willing to show you what I hide under my clothes."
Harry undressed and his clothes fell to the ground. Molly watched him closely and she was impressed. Especially between his legs he was very well equipped. The two faced each other, completely naked. Then he walked slowly toward her. His impressive erection wasn´t to be overlooked. Harry pulled her into his arms.

"Let´s get started."