The Burrow felt unusually quiet that evening. Rain drummed steadily against the windowpanes, filling the house with a soft, rhythmic patter. Ron Weasley had returned from an exhausting day of de-gnoming the garden, his mind clouded with fatigue and lingering thoughts of the homework Hermione had nagged him about in countless letters.
He trudged up the narrow staircase, craving only the comfort of his old bedroom and a few hours of uninterrupted sleep. Yet the house felt different tonight—too quiet. No clanking pots from the kitchen, no comforting scent of his mother's famous stew wafting through the air.
A knot of unease coiled in his stomach as he passed Ginny's old room, the door slightly ajar. It was empty. His father was still away on a work trip, and the twins were busy at the shop. That left only his mother, yet the house felt strangely abandoned.
Ron reached the top landing and paused. A faint creak echoed from behind his parents' bedroom. Curious, he stepped closer, the rain muffling his footsteps. The door was slightly ajar, just enough for a sliver of candlelight to spill out.
He shouldn't look. He knew that. But something compelled him forward, a whisper of concern tangled with curiosity. His breath hitched as his eyes focused on the narrow gap between the door and the frame. Through it, he caught a glimpse of his mother, Molly, her familiar voice filling the room.
There she was in a moment of vulnerability, her hands filled with the fabric of her top. She had her back to him, but he saw in the mirror her plump breasts bobbing slightly as she reached behind her to unclasp the bra. The sight was unexpected, and his body reacted instinctively. A warmth grew in his underwear, and his breath caught in his throat as his mind struggled to process what was happening.
He watched, transfixed, as she slipped the bra off her shoulders, allowing her nightdress to cascade down and cover her again. The brief glimpse of her bare skin was burned into his memory, and his arousal grew stronger by the second. He knew he should look away, but his eyes remained glued to the spot where he had caught a glimpse of his mother's boobs. His body betrayed his conscience as his cock grew firm in his pants. The guilt of his arousal washed over him, but it couldn't extinguish the heat that had ignited within.
Molly with her voluptuous figure on full display, those tits have now become an object of his deepest desires. Her breasts were large and full, with pink, nipples that seemed to beckon him, and he found himself fantasizing about what it would feel like to touch them, to have them in his mouth, to feel them pressed against his body. The guilt of his thoughts was like a hot knife slicing through his mind, but it was the very wrongness of it all that made his blood surge with excitement.
It was a moment seared into his mind, and now, every time he saw her, his gaze was drawn to the giants tits he had failed to notice before and he knew he shouldn't be looking at. But the woman before him was not just his mother; she was a sexual being, and the realization both terrified and aroused him.
Ron's thoughts swirled in a tumultuous maelstrom of confusion and desire as he stumbled away from the door. Ron's ears redden and his mind racing. He knew he had to retreat to the safety of his room before he was discovered in his compromised state.
He took a deep, shaky breath and murmured an apology, the words barely escaping his dry mouth as he spun on his heel. The guilt of his voyeurism weighed heavily upon him, but it was the intense, unyielding pressure in his underwear that made him stumble as he took the first step up the stairs. Each step grew more difficult as his erection strained against his pants, a stark reminder of his illicit thoughts regarding his very own mother. He winced, trying to adjust his dick to ease the discomfort, his heart hammering in his chest with every creak of the wooden boards beneath his feet.
He couldn't shake the image of his mother's tits from his mind, and the way they had moved so… so bouncy while being so big. He tried to convince himself it was a fleeting mistake, a moment of weakness, but the more he thought about it, the more his attraction grew.
Every time he saw Molly after that, every gesture, every smile, every casual brush against his arm, it all took on a new, electrifying significance. He found himself staring at her, not as a son, but as a man with insatiable hunger.
His thoughts grew darker, more sinful, as he began to imagine what it would be like to touch her, to taste her, to claim her in the most primal of ways. The very idea sent shivers down his spine, and his pulse quickened, his heart racing as if he'd just run a mile. He knew it was wrong, but the idea was too powerful to resist.
Molly Weasley's heart skipped a beat as she felt a sudden change in the silhouette behind her. Turning around, she noticed the slightly ajar door, the sliver of light from the hallway illuminating the spot where Ron had just been standing. A flicker of concern crossed her features, but she quickly composed herself, pulling her nightdress over her shoulders to cover her bare skin. She had felt the presence of someone's gaze. As she secured her bra and turned to face the door, she knew, with a mother's intuition, that her son had stumbled upon her in a private moment.
She took a deep, steadying breath, her mind racing with what this could mean. With a heavy heart, she realized that her little boy was growing up.
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Molly was humming an old wizarding tune to herself, her eyes scanning over a well-worn recipe book. Unbeknownst to her, Ron's gaze lingered on the gentle sway of her hips beneath her apron, his cheeks flushing a shade of crimson that mirrored the embers in the nearby fireplace.
Molly's heart fluttered as she felt the weight of Ron's gaze upon her, the warmth of his eyes like a soft caress on her skin. She couldn't help but allow a small, knowing smile to grace her lips as she pretended to be absorbed in the recipe book.
For a moment, his eyes drifted upward, catching a tantalizing glimpse of her ample breasts pressed against her blouse. Quickly, he averted his gaze, hoping she hadn't noticed.
Each time she looked up, she made sure to cast a fleeting glance at him, her eyes lingering just a fraction longer than necessary. Her movements grew more deliberate, her hips swaying ever so slightly with each step.
Later that evening, as the family gathered for dinner, Molly sat at the head of the table, her eyes flickering towards Ron every so often. The second encounter came as she leaned forward to pass the potatoes, her breasts threatening to spill out of her low-cut top. Ron's eyes widened, his pulse quickening, and for a split second, he forgot to breathe. Again, he caught her looking at him, her expression unreadable. The room buzzed with laughter and conversation, oblivious to the silent dance of desire and guilt playing out between them. The warmth that spread through Molly's cheeks told him she knew he was looking, and that she wasn't entirely displeased by it.
That night, as the rest of the Burrow slumbered, Molly's mind was anything but at ease. The image of Ron's eyes on her earlier in the evening played on repeat in her thoughts, stirring feelings she had long buried. Her curiosity piqued and her body aflame with an unspoken need, she found herself tiptoeing down the creaky hallway to his room. The door was slightly ajar, a sliver of moonlight spilling onto his uncovered form. With trembling hands, she pushed it open further and stepped inside.
Her eyes fell upon him, sprawled on his bed, the soft fabric of his pajamas tented by something unmistakable. His cock, once a mere curiosity, had grown substantially since his adolescence. The sight of it, standing at full attention, sent a thrill down her spine. Despite the wrongness of the situation, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the man he had become. She took a step closer, the floorboards protesting beneath her feet, and reached out a trembling hand. As her fingertips grazed the fabric, she felt a jolt of anticipation and fear.
"M-Mum?" Ron's voice cracked, jolting her back to reality. His eyes flew open, revealing the same shock and confusion mirrored in hers. For a moment, they remained frozen, the only sound in the room the erratic thumping of their hearts.
Then, with a silent understanding that defied the boundaries of their relationship, Molly leaned down and brushed her lips against the fabric, her hand wrapping around the base of his shaft, feeling its warmth and power. The touch was electric, igniting a fire within them both.
Shh," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. "It's okay, baby. It's just me."
Ron's breath hitched as he felt her hand move, the fabric of his pajamas sliding away to reveal his erection. The room grew hot, the air thick with the scent of desire and the heady realization of what was happening. "M-Mum," he stuttered again, but she silenced him with a shake of her head, her eyes pleading for him to understand.
With a gentle tug, she pulled the fabric down, exposing him fully to the cold night air. His cock bobbed in the moonlight, a silent testament to his need. She took it in her hand, her soft skin gliding over his hardness, feeling the pulse of his blood beneath her palm. "Shh, my baby," she murmured, her voice a soothing balm to his racing thoughts. "Let's just... see."
And with that, she began to stroke him, her movements tentative at first, as if afraid he would break. But as he grew more accustomed to the sensation, his hips began to move in tandem with her hand, seeking more. The wrongness of the act only added to its allure, a dark thrill that had them both gasping for breath. Her eyes never left his face, watching the myriad of emotions play out—desire, fear, pleasure—each one a silent confession of the tumult within.
"Mum, your... your tits," Ron managed to say, his voice thick with need. She looked down at them, swollen and heavy, and knew what he wanted. With a sigh that was part resignation and part surrender, she untied her robe, letting it fall open to reveal her tits to her son. The sight of her made him grow even harder, and she knew that the line had been crossed. They were on a path from
Ron's eyes widened as he took in the sight of Molly's exposed flesh, his breath hitching in his throat. "M-mom," he stuttered, his voice thick with desire, "I-I've dreamed about this for so long."
Molly's smirk deepened, and she leaned closer, her breath hot and sweet with a hint of mischief. "You've been a very good boy, Ron," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with lust. "But now it's time to be a very bad one."
"Mom," he groaned, reaching out to touch her, his hands shaking with anticipation. "I-I'm sorry for everything. I'll be whatever you want."
"Oh, I know you will," Molly said, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she took his hand and guided it to her chest. "You'll be my good little stud."
Ron's face flushed, and he swallowed hard, the forbidden thrill of her words sending a shiver down his spine. "Y-yes, Mom," he managed, his eyes never leaving hers as he squeezed her soft, warm flesh. "I'll be anything for you."
Molly chuckled, the sound sending a delicious tremor through her body. "I know you will," she murmured, her hand sliding down to grasp his erection firmly through his pants. "Because deep down, you know this is what you need."
"It is," Ron gasped, his eyes glazing over with lust as she began to stroke him. "It's all I've ever needed."
"Good boy," she purred, her eyes never leaving his. "Now, let's see if you can handle what I've got planned for you." With a wicked smile, she turned and led him to the bed, her hips swaying enticingly. "You're going to make Mommy so happy tonight."
Mrs. Weasley leaned over him, her tits brushing against his chest, the warmth of her body enveloping him. She positioned his cock between her ample mounds, feeling the heat of his shaft against her sensitive flesh. She began to move, her breasts caressing his cock, her nipples grazing each other, sending shockwaves of pleasure through them both.
The sensation was unlike anything Ron had ever felt before. It was wrong, so wrong, but oh, Merlin, it felt so good. The way her tits engulfed him, the softness of her skin, the gentle squeeze of her cleavage... It was heaven and hell combined. And as she whispered sweet, soothing nothings into his ear, he realized that this was a moment that would forever change their relationship.
"Mum, I can't... I shouldn't," Ron groaned, his body betraying him with every involuntary thrust he made into her warm embrace. Her breath was hot and moist against his neck, sending shivers down his spine as she whispered, "It's okay, baby. I've wanted this for so long." Her voice urged him to give in to the dark desires that had been festering between them.
"You're so big, so hard," she murmured, her hands tracing the contours of his back as she arched her own, pressing her heaving tits more firmly against him. "It feels so good," she panted, her nails digging into his flesh as she met his movements with her own.
The room was a cacophony of heavy breathing, rustling fabric, and the sweet sound of illicit pleasure. "Do you like that, baby?" she cooed, her voice a mix of seduction and maternal comfort that sent his mind reeling. "Tell me how much you love your mummy's tits."
The words were like a drug, clouding his judgment and making him crave more of the forbidden contact. "Yeah, I love them," he choked out, his voice thick with lust. "I love you, Mum." And with that, the final barrier shattered, and they were lost to the carnality that had been simmering just beneath the surface of their every interaction for far too long.
Mrs. Weasley felt the pressure of his cock between her breasts build as Ron's breath grew shallower, his body tensing with each stroke. Her own arousal grew, a damp heat building between her legs as she watched the ecstasy play out on his face. The wrongness of the act seemed to melt away under the intense pleasure, leaving only the primal need for release. With a final, lingering look into her son's eyes, she leaned down, her mouth parting to take the tip of his erection between her lips.
Ron gasped as her warm, wet mouth engulfed him, her tongue flicking against his sensitive head. She sucked gently, her hand still cupping his balls, her movements growing more confident as she took him deeper into her mouth. The feeling was exquisite, the softness of her tongue and the tightness of her throat creating a sensation that was almost too much to bear.
But she didn't stop there. With a determination that surprised even herself, she pulled away from his cock, her mouth. Straddling him, she brought her breasts back to his erection, her nipples hard and erect. This time, she began to glide him up and down, her breasts smothering him in a warm, velvety embrace that was driving him wild. His hands found her hips, his thumbs brushing against the fabric of her nightgown, feeling the heat of her skin beneath.
Their eyes remained locked, the silent conversation of lust and love speaking louder than any words could. Mrs. Weasley's breathing grew heavier, her movements more urgent as she felt his cock swell even larger in her tits. And as Ron's hips bucked upward, releasing his seed onto her now wet tits.
Mrs. Weasley watched the semen spurt out of Ron's cock, painting her chest with a warm, sticky love juices of pleasure. The sight sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew that she had to have more. With a soft groan, she climbed onto the bed, straddling him, her own need unbridled. Her hand guided his still-throbbing erection to the warm, wet entrance of her pussy, and with a gentle push, she lowered herself onto him. Ron's eyes widened as he felt her tightness envelop him, her walls stretching around his girth.
Mrs. Weasley couldn't help but let out a guttural moan as Ron's thick cock filled her up, her body quivering with the intense sensation of having her son inside her. "Oh, Ron, you're so... big," she whispered, her eyes glazed with a mix of surprise and desire. Ron's grip tightened around her hips, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck me, baby," she urged, her voice husky and needy. "Make me feel good."
Ron's eyes never left hers as he began to thrust upward, matching her rhythm, their bodies moving in a synchronized dance of lust. "You're so wet for me, Mum," he groaned, feeling her warmth and tightness envelop him. Mrs. Weasley leaned forward, her fingers tangling in his hair, her nails gently scratching his scalp. "You like that, don't you?" she panted. "You like fucking your mum's pussy."
Their hips met in a primal grind, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. "Yeah, I do," Ron admitted, his voice strained with passion. "It's... it's fucking amazing."
"You're amazing," she moaned, her walls clenching around him, urging him deeper. "Oh, Ron, you're going to make me cum."
Their dirty talk grew more heated as they found a rhythm that had them both on the edge of ecstasy. Mrs. Weasley leaned back, her hands gripping the bed sheets, her body arching as she took every inch of him. "Harder," she begged. "Fuck me harder."
Ron's eyes lit up with lust at her words, and he complied, his hips slamming up into hers with a ferocity that left them both breathless. "You're so fucking beautiful, Mum," he said, his voice thick with desire. "I've wanted this for so long."
Mrs. Weasley's cheeks flushed with a mix of pleasure and naughtiness. "And I've wanted you, too," she confessed, her voice quivering with each stroke. "Every time I saw you, I thought about this."
Their moans grew louder, filling the room with the sound of their illicit union. They were lost in the moment, two souls joined in a taboo act of love that neither could resist. "Cum for me, baby," she cooed, her walls contracting around him. "Cum inside me."
Ron's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the pressure building, his orgasm approaching. "I'm... I'm gonna cum," he managed to gasp out.
"Do it," she urged, her voice a breathless whisper. "Cum in me. Cum in your mum's pussy."
With a final, powerful thrust, Ron released his load, filling her up with his hot seed as they both reached their climax. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, leaving them both trembling and panting, their bodies drenched in sweat and the sticky evidence of their forbidden love.
As the waves of pleasure began to subside, Mrs. Weasley leaned forward, her breath hot against Ron's ear. "You know, baby," she whispered, her voice dripping with mischief, "you should give Hermione a taste of this soon." The mention of his best friend and love interest sent a jolt through him, mixing with the post-orgasmic bliss. He stilled inside her, his cock still hard, as she continued. "But remember, you'll always be Mummy's little boy." Her nails gently traced patterns on his back as she spoke, sending a shiver down his spine. "And Mummy will always be here to teach you new things."
With a sly smile, she began to move her hips again, grinding against his still-throbbing erection. "But for now," she breathed, her eyes sparkling with lust, "let's just enjoy each other." Her teasing words fueled his desire once more, and he began to move within her, eager to show her just how much he appreciated her guidance. The room was filled with their combined moans and sighs, each movement a declaration of their deep, twisted love. Mrs. Weasley's eyes fluttered shut as she felt him swell inside her once more, her voice a seductive purr, "Yes, baby, just like that."
Her movements were slow at first, allowing him to adjust to the new sensation of being inside her. But as the pleasure grew, so did her urgency. She began to ride him, her hips rolling in a rhythm that spoke of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. Her breasts bobbed with each bounce, her nipples brushing against his chest, sending sparks of pleasure through them both.
Ron's hands found her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he matched her rhythm. The feeling of his mother's pussy clenching around him was indescribable, a mix of love, guilt, and desire that fueled his la passion. He watched her face, contorted with pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream. It was a sight he never imagined he would see, but it was burned into his mind, a memory he knew would never fade.
Their bodies moved as one, a tapestry of flesh and emotion that transcended the boundaries of their relationship. With each thrust, Molly taught her son the art of love, her moans a sweet symphony that filled the room. And as they reached their climax together, their cries of pleasure.
As the last echoes of their shared pleasure faded, Ron felt his cock begin to harden again. Molly looked down at him, her eyes filled with a mix of love and amusement. "It's the Weasley family magic," she murmured, her voice a soft purr that sent another shiver down his spine. "Your father had the same... gift." She leaned in, her warm breath tickling his ear as she spoke. "As long as I'm not with child, your cock won't stop yearning for my pussy."
With a wicked smile, she positioned herself between his legs, her hand once again wrapping around his shaft. His eyes grew wide as she brought her mouth to the tip, her tongue flicking out to taste the remnants of their earlier encounter. She took him into her mouth, her lips sliding down his length, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head. The sensation was heavenly, his body responding eagerly to her skilled ministrations.
Ron's hands found her hair, his grip tightening as she picked up the pace, her mouth moving in a silent symphony of desire. The room was filled with the soft, wet sounds of her sucking and the quiet moans of pleasure that escaped her throat. He watched, entranced, as she worked him, her eyes meeting his in a silent challenge. He knew what she wanted, and he was more than willing to give it to her.
With a final, lingering suck, she pulled away, his cock glistening with her saliva. Straddling him once more, she positioned herself so that the head of his erection was just touching her lips. "Cum for me, my baby," she whispered, her eyes never leaving his. "Let's see if you can fill my mouth with your seed."
The invitation was more than he could resist. Ron's hips jerked upward, his body tensing as he felt the familiar surge of pleasure building within him. He watched as Molly opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to catch the first droplets of cum as they emerged. The sight of her eagerly awaiting his release was all it took to send him over the edge. With a groan that was equal parts pleasure and release, he came in her mouth, his semen spurting in hot, thick ropes that she eagerly swallowed.
Mrs. Weasley pulled away, her lips shiny with cum, and leaned in to kiss him deeply, sharing the taste of him with him. The act was so intimate, so raw, that it left Ron breathless. They broke the kiss, panting, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.
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