Down Memory Lane Pt. 2

A loud shriek of impotent rage mixed with reluctant ecstasy leaves the Weasley Matriarch, even as she reflexively locks her legs around Ginny's leather-covered head, her own head tilting back for a moment from the explosive orgasm that her own daughter, her ONLY daughter pulls from her. She hates it, she hates this, she hates herself… but there's no fighting it, ultimately. The pleasure is overwhelming, and with her arms tied, she's helpless to escape.

Molly can only imagine how much the other witches have used and abused her precious daughter, given how utterly skilled the younger red head's tongue is. Ginny obviously has quite a lot of experience and practice with eating out other women, leading Molly to imagine what these past several years must have been like for her poor, baby girl. It was unconscionable to be sure… and yet, Molly can do nothing about it.

Has she not already broken on Harry's big fat cock? Has his bitch breaker not already rearranged her priorities and left her hopelessly addicted and longing for her next taste of his member? It was shameful, it was embarrassing, it was humiliating… but it was also the truth. Though, if anything could have jolted Molly out of it, if anything could have brought her back to reality and made her realize that she could not and would not condone Harry's behavior… it would be this.

Seeing her daughter bound and leashed, with a leather gimp mask covering her head and only a hole for her drooling mouth and questing tongue… it should have knocked Molly right out of her crazed, horny stupor. Instead, she was wrapping her legs around Ginny's head and squealing in ecstasy as she took part in her own daughter's continued subjugation and humiliation. As it was, Molly was almost ready to just zone out and turn off, ready to go to her happy place and just… disconnect from everything that was happening around her.

It was hard to do so however, when her only female child, a woman all grown up herself at this point, was so busy keeping her mother in a constant state of ecstasy as she sucks out every last vestige of cum left inside of Molly's cunt. Meanwhile, further complicating matters across the way is her granddaughter Lily, who is currently watching with glee as she bounces up and down on Harry's pole, riding her own father's cock in the reverse cowgirl position and pinching and pulling at her own tits.

"Enjoying yourself, grandma? You certainly look like you are! Hee-hee, wanna hear a story, Grandma Molly?"

In her half-conscious state, Molly really isn't in a position to say no or anything like that, and even if she could, she's fairly certain a negative response wouldn't have stopped Lily from telling her the story anyways. In the end, Molly can only listen on as her granddaughter explains that all of this, everything that's happened to her and her family… can firmly be laid at the feet of one Ginny Weasley.

Hearing Ginny's exploits fills Molly with shame, even as she wants nothing more than to believe they can't possibly be true. Honestly, Ginny… being unfaithful to Harry James Potter of all people? But deep down inside, deep in her heart, Molly knows that her granddaughter isn't lying to her. Ginny's infidelity is tough for Molly to swallow, but to hear that the younger Weasley absorbed none of what Molly tried to teach her about being a dutiful and loving wife hurt more than anything else.

As Lily expounds upon Ginny's altogether uselessness as a wife, laying the blame squarely on her shoulders for the current state of affairs and making it quite obvious that Ginny led Harry down this path of debauchery, even unknowingly… Molly can only close her eyes, silently weeping between not-so-silent moans and cries of ecstasy as her stupid, foolish, idiot of a daughter continues to unknowingly eat out her cunt with reckless, wild abandon.

"But I do have to say… I'm also quite thankful to dear ole mom. After all, if it wasn't for Ginny being such a stupid slut, I wouldn't have discovered the joy and pleasure of my dad's cock?"

And there was that too. Lily was riding Harry for all she was worth, the young red head witch in the prime of her life bouncing up and down on his massive bitch breaker of a member. Now honestly, the age difference wasn't much of a problem. Sure, perhaps under different circumstances, incredibly different circumstances, Molly would admonish Lily and recommend she look for a wizard closer to her own age.

But that was neither here nor there when there was their shared blood to take into account instead. Incest was illegal! And yet… and yet Molly currently had her legs wrapped around Ginny's leather-clad head as the unsuspecting witch licks as her cunt quite vigorously. Ginny might have no idea just who it was she was eating Harry's cum out of, but Molly did. Molly knew what she was doing, just like she knew what she was doing when she let Harry fuck her to kingdom cum time and time again.

Age meant nothing when she, who was old enough to be Harry's mother, was getting fucked by him on the regular as well. Addicted to his cock as she was, Molly couldn't go back to the way things were before. It turned out she didn't want to, because the way things were before, all of this had been happening right under her nose, right behind her back, all with her none the wiser.

Still, a daughter should not have sex with her father. If that was Ginny's fault as well, that Lily and Harry had ended up in bed together, then her only daughter had quite a lot to answer for. Even if Lily was seemingly happy bouncing up and down on her daddy's dick, it wasn't supposed to be this way, it wasn't… this was all so very, very wrong.

But that doesn't stop Lily from continuing to ride Harry to kingdom cum. Her eyes rolling around in her head as she moans heatedly now that her storytelling is done. All of her focus has turned towards fucking herself up and down on his cock, with Harry helping her along in amused silent, barely even grunting and groaning. It's obvious that this is Lily's moment, that this is her show, and that Harry is content with being something of a background piece for the time being.

Molly can only watch on in horror even as she moans and mewls herself due to Ginny's eager questing tongue, as Lily orgasms time and time again upon her father's cock. Harry's member truly is one of a kind to be fair, and part of Molly does understand why his daughter, her granddaughter, would fall in love with it. After all, she herself couldn't quite kick the addiction to his massive schlong that she'd developed after just a handful of encounters with him.

There was something worse about Harry preying on young women though, compared to him preying on her. Or so Molly felt, even if deep down inside, she knew it was silly. He was the epitome of masculinity, everything that all of them had been raised to look for in a man, nay, in a wizard. He was magic incarnate, power incarnate… he was certainly everything Molly had been told to seek out in a potential match, and everything she'd told Ginny to seek out as well.

… It seemed that somewhere along the way though, her daughter had either allowed herself to be led astray, or she'd simply chosen to be a fuck up of epic proportions. Setting aside a husband like Harry Potter for another wizard? How could any wizard possibly ever be as satisfying as the man that Molly is watching fuck his own daughter even now? How could Ginny ever hope to experience the same nirvana, the same ecstasy that Molly now knew Harry was more than capable of doling out. Even Arthur just… simply wasn't enough anymore, now that she'd been with Harry.

Her daughter truly had failed in life. She'd managed to catch the best wizard of not only her generation, but practically any generation previous, and then she'd fucked it up. She… she deserved this. She deserved everything coming her way.

Even as Molly comes to this stark conclusion however, she's nevertheless horrified by the sight in front of her. Ginny might deserve it, but watching Lily finally extract a thick, hot load of cum from Harry's churning balls is nevertheless disturbing. Lily's grandmother can only watch on in horror as Lily leans back and kisses Harry full on the lips, squealing into her daddy's mouth even as he fills her womb with yet another load of baby batter.

For a moment, father and daughter remain in that tight romantic embrace, kissing each other even as his seed flows up into her… and then their mutual release is over and Lily pulls away, though she's still riding dear old dad, just a bit slower now. Giggling deliriously, the youngest redhead in the room makes eye contact with Molly once more, a look of complete and utter debauched wickedness on her face as she smiles evilly. Reaching down, she grabs hold of her own tits again, groping and squeezing them as she gives Molly a wink.

"Mm, I can only hope that my tits will match yours when the baby finally arrives, grandma~"

Molly shudders in fresh horror at the implications in that statement… though they aren't even really implications are they, Lily was practically as blunt as can be. Regardless, that's also the moment that Harry, still content to be in the background for the time being, decides to liven things up a bit. He flicks his fingers out and Molly shivers as his magic fills the room for the briefest of moments as he finally vanishes Ginny's gimp mask.

Mother and daughter lock gazes a moment later as Ginny blinks and looks up and Molly looks down. It takes a second for Ginny to adjust to actually being able to see again, the absence of light combined with the sudden lit kitchen leaving her blind for just a moment more. But when that moment passes and she realizes just who it is she's eating out, Ginny recoils in horror and disgust, trying to escape from betwixt Molly's thighs… only to be stopped.

Holding Ginny fast in her clenching legs, Molly, so pent up from her continued helplessness and horror, as well as all of the negative feelings she's been developing towards her daughter over the course of the last little while… finally finds a release similar to that of so many of Harry's other women. There were plenty of witches in Harry's harem that were… perhaps reluctant members. They were all completely addicted to his cock of course, broken by his bitch breaker and always eager for more of his cum. But many of them felt guilty for it, much like Molly did.

And much like Molly was about to, they'd found that taking out their guilt and all of their shame and humiliation on the bitch at the very, very bottom of the totem pole was quite cathartic, even relaxing in a way. Ginny might have been Molly's daughter… but in this moment, she was nothing more than the cause of all of Molly's recent woes, all of her problems. It wasn't Molly's fault that she was cheating on her husband with Harry, no, it was Ginny's. It wasn't Molly's fault that she'd been utterly oblivious to the complete cuckolding of the Weasley Family and the utter degradation of their House, it was Ginny's for starting Harry down this path in the first place.

Snarling down at her only daughter as she forces Ginny to continue to eat her out, locking her thighs around the other witch's head, Molly sneers.

"You little reprobate. After all I did for you! After all the time I spent trying to raise you right! This is how you repay me?! By cheating on your husband?! By leading House Weasley down a path, we can never recover from?!"

If there were any doubts in Molly's mind that Lily was lying or telling half-truths, they're washed away by Ginny's response. She doesn't act surprised or try to deny it, though given her current circumstances, she'd be hard pressed to get a single word out. Her eyes fill with tears, but their tears of shame, tears that Molly knows quite well. When she was a child, Ginny would cry whenever she was caught doing something, she knew she wasn't supposed to do. As Molly's only daughter, it worked more often then it should. Molly had no experience raising a girl, after all. It was only as Ginny had grown up and become a teenager that Molly had realized those tears were the tears of a guilty witch who still needed to be punished.

Perhaps that was why Ginny had turned out the way she did, because Molly had let her get away with things for far too long. But no, that didn't explain all of the lessons Molly had imparted to her daughter that Ginny had seemingly willfully ignored! Her ungrateful, unfaithful BITCH of a daughter had led their family to ruin! It was all Ginny's fault, and Molly was just getting started!

"This is all your fault, you sleazy little slut! If you'd just kept your legs closed when other wizards came sniffing around, maybe Harry wouldn't have had to look elsewhere for sexual gratification! Maybe I wouldn't be cheating on your father with the best lover I've had in my entire life!"

Lily speaks up then, sounding greatly amused by Molly's tirade as she coughs delicately and adds to the conversation.

"Actually, my mother went looking for men to cheat with. They didn't come sniffing around, as it were, grandma."

Molly's eyes bulge out of her skull at that, her nostrils flare, the Weasley Matriarch's infamous temper taking over. And to think, she hadn't gotten angry like this in years. Certainly, she hadn't gotten this angry since she'd started working out and actually trimmed down and got physically healthy. With a snarl, the much transformed Molly Weasley continues to pull Ginny in close, not even seeming to notice that her hands are free, other than to use them to grip at her daughter's hair all the more harshly.

"You filthy little trollop! I raised you better than this, I know I did! But now here we are all the same! You're the cause of all of my suffering, Ginny Weasley! It only seems right that you make up for it with that treacherous tongue of yours!"

Ginny's face is nearly as red as her hair as she struggles to breathe through her mom's muff. But at the same time, knowing her place and being a mere shadow of her former self at this point, Ginny continues to eat Molly out, knowing that she has no choice in the matter. This is where she belongs, in the end. This is where Harry has made sure she knows she belongs.

Still completely beside herself with so many feelings that she's not even sure she can settle on just one, Molly Weasley comes out of the chair she'd been tied to moments before entirely. Until now, she'd been half-conscious, fucked insensate, completely and utterly out of it and wholly exhausted. But in her lust-filled rage, she was finding quite a lot of extra strength it seemed, energy coming out of nowhere.

As she stands up and makes use of her daughter's face, bending over Ginny's head in the process and just utterly humping away at her skilled tongue, Molly is too out of it to notice Harry slowly rising from where he'd been, Lily having climbed off of his cock by this point.

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The gorgeous rutting GILF has no idea what's coming for her, even as Harry stalks up quite hungrily, moving into position behind her. Her cunt is currently entirely occupied by her own daughter's tongue, and Harry can even see Ginny's chin poking out from betwixt Molly's thighs. Snorting indelicately at seeing the Weasley Matriarch wholly and utterly break, Harry begins to line up with her ass, making sure that he's in position before he ever so much as touches her.

Lily watches from the front of them, her own eyes glittering with promise. His darling baby girl knows that she's going to get to join the fray as soon as Harry enters Molly once more, but for now she's toying with herself, holding her cunt open with one hand and playing with the freshly creampied pussy with the other, licking her fingers clean every few swipes or so.

Making eye contact with Lily over Molly's head, the Weasley GILF bent forward enough to make such a thing possible at the moment, Harry gives his perverted young daughter a wicked grin of his own… and then grabs hold of Molly's delicious, delectable derriere while at the same time spreading her bubble butt nice and wide and spearing forward with his erection. He enters Molly's anal passage without fail, penetrating her directly before the Weasley Matriarch can even realize he's holding onto her ass.

Molly squeals like a stuck pig as Harry reclaims her asshole for himself, and the wizard relishes in the noises the GILF's making, even as he groans in enjoyment of her back door. Molly's ass is so very tight, gripping and squeezing down hard around his cock, while her butt is so delightfully pillowy and all too fun to thrust into. His ball sack, meanwhile, is hitting both her creamy thighs and Ginny's chin in equal measure, reminding the bitch who he'd once taken as his wife just who her Master was.

Lily, meanwhile, seeing her opportunity, wastes no time in taking advantage of what's right in front of her. Letting out a perverted giggle, the youngest red head in the kitchen jumps forward, hopping onto Ginny's back and bringing her hands up to catch hold of Molly's absolutely fat tits. Bringing them together, she manages to catch both of Molly's engorges nipples in her mouth at the same time, and she hungrily drinks from them, slurping down Molly's breastmilk without hesitation, without pause.

That's around the point that Molly finally and fully detaches from reality, more than likely. By that point, she's completely lost, all of her previous compunctions against taking part in such debauchery lost in the face of pure, utter ecstasy. She's a strong woman, Molly Weasley. She always has been, she's always been so capable of so much. She raised seven children after all, got them all through Hogwarts even, and even though she married into an incredibly poor House, she'd done the best she could for her family, as evident by the way the majority of her children had managed to find success in life.

Only for her daughter, who Molly had thought to be the most successful of them all when she'd managed to snag Harry Potter… to ruin everything. The success and stellar reputation of House Weasley… it was a total and utter sham. Every Weasley male was being cuckolded by the family's greatest friend and ally, by Molly's only son-in-law. Meanwhile, every Weasley woman, including her sons' and daughter's daughters… belonged to that very same Son-In-Law.

Including her. There was no going back now, but then Molly had already known that. She'd resigned herself to a life of shame and humiliation, but now… now after hearing everything her trollop of a daughter had done, it was a lot easier for Molly Weasley to ENJOY it. It was so easy for the Weasley Matriarch to let go of her shame and embarrassment for the state of her family and just… give in, at the end of the day.

With her gushing cunt being eaten out by her own flesh and blood, her only daughter, her tits being milked by her granddaughter, and the man who'd corrupted them all turning her ass into jello, Molly Weasley positively snaps, her face contorting into one of honest ecstasy and even HAPPY pleasure, a wide smile spreading from ear to ear as the Weasley Matriarch's eyes roll back in her head, as her tongue lolls out of her mouth in a truly ridiculous manner.

Harry can only look on with pride as three generations of Weasley women scream, slurp, and moan for his pleasure. He just laughs, more than able to see that Molly has finally well and truly snapped. To be fair, that was the point of this day, of this entire event. Molly was still harboring some doubts, and Harry wasn't about to let her start second-guessing her new life as his fuck toy cum slut.

It was time for her to be brought into the family so to speak. The family that Harry had made for himself, the women that he'd surrounded himself with. In all honesty… Harry really didn't have anything against most of the men he'd cuckolded. He hadn't taken their wives and daughters and turned them into his cum dumps out of some need for revenge or anything like that.

After all, House Weasley had long been his closest allies. But maybe… just maybe, Harry blamed them all for Ginny's infidelities. Maybe just a little, he wanted to take out his anger at his unfaithful wife on all of them. Or maybe the men of House Weasley just had poor choice in women and had married a bunch of sluts who were all too eager to submit to a stronger wizard with a bigger cock than any of them could ever hope to have.

… Heh, why not both, in the end? Frankly, it probably was a combination of both. Harry felt like the wizarding world as a whole was somewhat beholden to him, after all he'd done for it, all he'd sacrificed for it. And if that meant he got to have his way with any witch that struck his fancy… well, in the end, most of them came around to his way of thinking, didn't they?

Obviously, they did, as even the great Molly Weasley herself was now his plaything, his toy. As he fucks into her ass with reckless abandon, forcing Ginny to hold Molly in place with her tongue and face more than anything else, Harry grins, spanking Molly's pillowy bubble butt, enjoying playing with the now-fit GILF to his heart's content. She really wasn't that appealing as she was before but giving Apolline some time to work on her had led to a gorgeous witch with an hourglass figure and a smoking hot bod, despite her age.

She was all Harry's now. Just as her daughter is his. Just as all of her daughters-in-law and all of her granddaughters have become his. Molly is the last of the Weasley women to fall under his control, the final piece in a collection Harry has been building… well, since he married Ginny Weasley, he supposed. Even if he didn't know that Ginny was just the beginning, rather then the end that he thought she was. Husbands and wives were supposed to be loyal to one another, supposedly, but Ginny had broken that sacred bond, had tossed her vows in the gutter and betrayed his trust a hundred times over.

As the three generations of Weasley women all lose themselves in the ecstasy, Harry grins and with a loud groan, fills his latest set of holes once again with his cum, pulsing a nice thick load of white hot seed right into Molly's ass, causing her to explosively climax all over Ginny's face. This in turn causes a chain reaction as Ginny cums as well, and Lily, who's been grinding her own cunt into her mom's back this entire time, lets herself orgasm along with them.

Harry just laughs, as the trio of witches collapses into a heap at his feet, Molly falling off of his cock and pretty much pushing Ginny and Lily to the ground beneath her. He snickers and then with a flick of magic, levitates all three of them into the air. He's not done with them yet… not by a long shot.

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Hermione isn't sure what she's expecting to find, when they all finally file into the Burrow for dinner time. Frankly, the beautiful brunette wouldn't put it past Harry to reveal everything to the men of the Weasley family, right here and right now. So, she's half-expecting to see Harry fucking Molly and Ginny and Lily when they all finally step into the dining room.

However, none of the four are anywhere to be seen, despite the fact that the table is packed to the brim with plates of hot and ready food, a veritable feast just like what Molly would have made if she weren't so damn distracted by Harry and his delicious cock. But… that wasn't possible, because Hermione knew firsthand, as did the rest of the Weasley women, just how distracted Molly HAD been.

So where had all this food come from?

"Oh my, this all looks delicious. Molly truly has outdone herself this year."

"Woohoo, let's eat!"

"Hm, it's not like mom to not be here though. Maybe she's getting one final bit done in the kitchen, or something?"

As everyone moves to their respective seats, exchanging small talk while standing behind them, not having quite sat down yet, there's a sudden loud thumping upstairs, followed by a very distinct wailing and moaning that every single woman currently standing in the dining room is VERY familiar with that this point. Intimately familiar, one might say, given that those sounds they were now hearing were sounds that had come out of all of their mouths at one point or another over the years they'd been Harry's willing and, in some cases, not-so-willing cum dumps.

Every eye in the room shoots up to the ceiling, the eyes of the women who'd married into the Weasley family and those of their daughters going wide. Meanwhile, the men of the Weasley family frown in confusion, and Hermione knows she only has a moment to act. It's obvious that Harry doesn't particularly care whether or not the Weasley males find out about their wives and daughters at this point.

Sure, if he WANTED to show them all, he would be fucking Molly in Arthur's chair at the head of the table at the moment, and they would thus all know. But he also wasn't doing anything to keep Molly, Ginny, or Lily all that quiet at the moment, so it was equally obvious he just… didn't care anymore. Hermione though… Hermione did care. As much as she belonged to Harry and was his plaything now, there was no denying that everything would change if her husband and his father and brothers found out what Harry had been doing with their wives and daughters… and mother.

Shit would go down, plain and simple, and frankly, Hermione wanted to avoid that for as long as she possibly could. So, thinking fast, Hermione pipes up from where she's stood.

"Oh! Harry and Molly must be busy dealing with the family ghoul again! So nice of Harry to help Molly out with that."

As flimsy as her excuse is, she knows that the men of the Weasley Family will buy it. Not because they all trust her implicitly or anything like that, though they probably do much to their detriment. But because they're all hungry, and Ron isn't the only one with a yawning pit for a stomach when it comes to his family. Arthur Weasley looks over at Hermione and smiles brightly as he nods in agreement.

"You're exactly right, Hermione! I was wondering why that sounded so familiar, that must be it!"

Hermione bites her lower lip, exchanging glances with her fellow witches. All of them can feel their cunts practically gushing like rivers as the groans and howls from above get louder and louder before eventually quieting down, at least a little. Harry must be muzzling or gagging the more vocal of his current playmates, which is a relief because Hermione did NOT want any of their husbands, nor their father-in-law, to suddenly decide to go and help Harry and Molly because it sounded like they were having trouble with the family ghoul.

As the whole of the family find their seats and begin to dig in, the Weasley women discover that Harry has left a gift for all of them. There's some sudden 'eeps' and squeals and jolts that have to be explained away as they all sit down, but explained away they are… even as massive magical dildoes in the shape and size of Harry's bitch breaker of a schlong slide up into their cunts and asses the moment their behinds touch the enchanted cushions.

How he managed to avoid accidentally getting one of the guys with the magic, Hermione couldn't say. It wasn't like they had a seating arrangement after all… but then, Harry had more than likely planned for that, and something in the magic must have made it so only the women would be affected. Also, as they sit, filled goblets appear around the table, much to the excitement of the Weasley males, as each of their goblets is filled to the brim with their favorite beverage.

None of them seem to notice that every single woman at the table has a goblet filled to the brim with a white, creamy liquid that seems to just be milk. There's quite a lot of variety amidst the wizard's goblets, but among the witches, not a single one of them has anything different. That's okay though, their husbands and father-in-law are too busy digging in to notice, thankfully.

Hermione and her fellow witches do the same, even as Hermione, her face still somewhat wet from her daughter's cunt, bites her lower lip and slowly brings the goblet of creamy white fluid to her lips. As the magical vibrating dildoes saw in and out of her pussy and ass, she drinks deeply, the mixture of Harry's cum and Rose's pussy juices on her lips causing her to orgasm involuntarily, a full body shudder going through the gorgeous brunette as her lashes flutter momentarily.

The greatly diminished pang of guilt that rises in her chest over her betrayal of her husband is easily stifled by the pleasure that pulses steadily through her body for the entire meal. Exchanging glances with the other women all around the dining table, Hermione knows that they all feel the exact same way.

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