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It was an accident. He was going to the bathroom one night when he spotted his mother walking to the kitchen, one of her big and saggy boobs bare in front of his mesmerized eyes. Her areola was big with a dark pink colour, her nipple, big and semi-hard. It was his first boob, but it was the boob that fed him when he was a baby, the boob of his dear mother Molly Weasley. Little tingles in his crotch, his heart rate accelerated. He stayed there, frozen, until she went out of his sight. His cock straining against his pants, begging for release. He went down to his knees and jerked right there and there, his hands shaky, his whole body filled with adrenaline as he pumped his cock until he came and the light of shame illuminated his mind.
“I am sick,” Ron thought trying to replace his satisfaction regretfully.
Six months had passed since that first glimpse, but she was still in his mind. From that moment on he couldn't masturbate without thinking about her boob. The moment was burned into his mind with the freshness of a photo and after each session he felt just a bad as the first time.
“I must stop this,” he thought, “this is wrong in many ways. Her boob was so big and pretty, so soft.” His mind drifted on the memory creating a fantasy of his mom striping naked for him. Her chubby body, her saggy tits and dark pink nipples, her plump pussy, “I bet she shaves down there,” he thought before jumping with the realization: he was fantasizing about seeing his mother naked, “I must stop!” he thought again, despairing at his inability to stop lusting after his mother. “If I see her naked it will stop the fantasies,” his mind said in a comforting tone. “Yes, I just have to see her naked. How?”
He spent hours that night planning and planning, remembering his mother's routine, his father's absent hours, the times the house was alone. He would need them out of the house or at least sleeping soundly and for her to be awake and taking a shower.
“The bathroom is my best bet,” thought Ron Weasley scratching his chin as he continued to plot. “If I do it in the afternoon when everyone is out… But she has her bath in the mornings… MMH.” His head started to get warmer as he burned through the ideas and the possible problems. “Fuck! I don't know! We are never alone when she has a bath.”
He rolled on his bed, walked to open a window and looked at the night, dense clouds covered the sky. It was as if a dirty blanket covered the night sky. The wind was cold, humid and carried the faint scent of flowers distantly. He stared to the dark horizon until his eyes grew tired urging him to return to his bed.
The next morning he woke up renewed. The sun shined brightly and fell on his face waking him with a pleasant feeling. The smell of pancakes filled his room and the voice of his mother called him down for breakfast.
“Good morning,” said his mother as the rest of the family ate. He sat on a chair and ate in silence as his father read the newspaper and his sisters chatted away. It was a normal morning to the family, suddenly when he caught a glimpse of his mother's big boobs moving as she ended her work on the kitchen, his heart skipped a beat and his belly felt nauseous as he remembered everything that he thought the night before.
“I am sick,” he thought as he appreciated the moment with his family and guilt overcame his heart filling his eyes with tears.
“Are you okay?” asked his mother rubbing his cheeks with her thumbs.
He couldn't look her in the eye, the mere sight of her motherly eyes made him mad at himself. He stood up and ran to his bedroom.
“Leave him,” said his father as the rest of the family went their separate ways. After all, life didn't stop with the problems of a young, guilty, and horny boy.
Some minutes after the rest of the family leaves. She became aware of her sweaty body and decided it was time for a bath. Ron was trying to distract himself with a rat on the floor of the living room when he watched his mother walk to the bathroom only covered by a towel. His veins filled with adrenaline as he recognized his chance.
“Stop it!” he thought. “Mom,” he said.
She turned around. Her thick thighs had some stretch marks on them, they showed her age. She pretty legs for a woman her age, but they were the legs of a big beautiful, and motherly woman who was the object of her son's recently discovered sexual desire.
“What is it, Ron?” She asked with concern in her voice.
“It's nothing,” he said discretely looking at her giggling boobs trapped by the towel. She noticed the stare of her son, and decided to dismiss it as some mistake. The thought of her son staring at the boobs of his mother made her cunt tingle.
Ron she slipped in front of the bathroom door. He could hear the water falling. He hunched over and carefully turned the knob and slowly pushed the door. He sheepishly stuck his head in and could see the silhouette of his mother running the sponge all over her body. Ron opened the shower curtain at one corner and could see his mother's fat ass. The water falling over her head took the foam from her fat back, from the folds in her sides and flowed down her thighs and between the crack of her ass, filling her with the white foam before vanishing in a stream of abundant, crystal clear water.
Molly lifted her arms to wash her waxed armpits. Ron could see the sides of her sagging tits. The water made them look shiny. They giggled with each one of her movements.
Ron touched his hard cock as he watched her bath. He was in flow as he devoured her whole body with his lustful eyes. He enjoyed it so much that didn't notice her stare at him until she slapped his face with her wet hand. Everything happened quickly after that. He fell into the bathtub, dazed but recovered and ran out the door, but not before knocking down the shower curtain trying to get to his feet.
Five minutes later she knocked on his door. “Ron? Sweety We need to talk,” she said.
Ron hid under his bed and waited. She opened the door and looked around. “I know you are here,” she looked inside the closet then sat on the bed. “I am not mad at you, and I still love you.”
He started to cry. Sobbing he got from under his bed and sat on the bed. “Ron, I am your mother, and I will always love you, but what you did was wrong,” she said as she caressed his hair.
“I am sorry, mom,” he said crying on her tits. The smell of her skin calmed him, the warmth of her body and the softness of her boobs made him hard again. He tried to get away from her. She held him in place with firm arms.
“It's okay,” she said kissing him. “What you did on the bathroom was wrong,” she looked at him straight in the eye, “You are at a difficult age and I want to help you.”
She touched his crotch and grabbed his hard cock over his pants. She felt his young and frail body with her experienced hands. Her heart was filled with shame, but adrenaline, arousal, and pure lust flowed through her body. Her face and tits reddened because of this. Ron heard her heart pound inside her chest as she slipped a hand inside his wizard themed briefs. She held his boyish balls and massaged them softly with her fingers as his pre-cum muddied her wrist.
“You have been a good boy, a brave boy,” she whispered in his ear, her hot breath getting inside his head. “Mommy will give her big boy a big reward.”
She got her hands out of his underwear and stripped off her sundress revealing her saggy body to her son. She had saggy tits, with stretch marks and some moles, her areolas were big and dark pink in colour, her nipples were big and hard. She had a fat belly, that grossed him out as he could clearly see that she had been through many pregnancies that leave a flabby belly. Her thighs were fat and motherly as was her plump ass. Ron felt a little nauseous, the only thing that made him want to fuck her was the intoxicating feeling of lust that fucking her mother caused him. He was grossed out but very horny too, in some counterintuitive way her fat body turned him on, this was the body of his mother and he felt an attraction that couldn't be described with words. This was a primal desire that overcame moral chains, guilt, and any disgust, even more, this was a desire that turned those things on pure lust.
“I know what you feel,” she said. “It was the same way I felt about your father our wedding night.” She got on his lap, over the bed, “lust can be a bitch.” She kissed him with burning passions. Her tongue dived in her sons tiny mouth and explored what was once inside her.
He overcame his disgust and groped her tits as she kissed him into submission. His mind had only one thought: his mother's slick tongue invading the intimate crevices of his tongue. She stripped him out of his clothes until she had him naked beneath her. Molly's pussy was so wet that her clear fluids dripped onto her flat belly. Every drop felt hot until the air in the room cooled her. He was red as a ripe apple and his eyes were teary with emotion. She could feel the movement of his belly against her inner thighs as he breathed and basked on her motherly figure.
“Don't do this,” she heard a thought in her head. “He is your son,” the thought continued. “Can't wait any more,” she thought with desire as she inclined her body giving her breasts to him who sucked on them like when he was a baby. Ron's teeth hurt her nipples a little, but this only heightens her arousal. The force with which he sucks her tits is much more than what she was used to, it was too much. She started to rub her slick cunt against his abdomen. He groaned at the hotness of her crotch. Her hips rocked on her son creating an obscene sound with each movement.
“Mom, this is wrong,” he said drowning and grabbing in her boobs.
“Very wrong, dear,” she said not slowing down one bit.
Finally, she came, making the bed and her son a wet mess of white fluids. Her attention now shifting to his cock.
“You did a good job with my tits,” stroking him. “Your cock has got so big, I still remember how tiny your penis was when you were a baby,” she stroked his cock with more energy.
“Mom, I will come,” Ron moaned.
Molly stopped and got his ass on her folded thighs. His cock hard and perfectly positioned in front of her tits. She engulfed his boyish dick with her saggy boobs and moved them up and down, rubbing them from time to time between her boobs lubed with her drool.
Ron felt his cock tingle as his mother gave him a tit fuck. Her hands pressed her soft boobs making the tightness between them increase and driving him crazy. Soon he was coming, his cum getting on her face, coating her boobs and chest with the gooey and white liquid that didn't stop coming from his cock.
“You are a boy, but you cum like a man,” she said patting his chest and kissing warmly his cock.
She took her tit and licked them, she sucked her boobs clean. She took both tits and sucked on her nipples making Ron hard again.
“Do you like mommy sucking on her tits?” she asked as she bit her nipples, taking her hands off her tits she let their weight drop holding them only by biting her big nipples.
“Mom, you have gorgeous nipples,” he said.
Molly was surprised, even she thought her nipple's prime had passed long ago with her second pregnancy. Ron worshipped his mother's under boob as she continued to suck and bit her nipples.
“Mommy´s tits love being worshipped,” she said. “Worship the boobs that gave birth to you, that fed you,” she said moaning and giggling her boobs, “Worship the boobs of your mother. My tits used to be sexy until I got pregnant again and again.”
“I love your boobs, mom, just as they are, they make so horny. It is wrong, but feels so good,” he said. “Thank you,” he said as he kissed each one and sucked on her creamy white, and soft skin, “for feeding me, and for pleasuring me, thank you, you are the best boobs a son could ask for.”
Molly got on top of him again, this time she aligned his cock with her cunt.
“I will turn my boy into a man,” she said impaling herself on her son's cock.
Molly rode him with the experience of a married and sexually frustrated woman. It was true what they said about married women, they fuck best. She rocked her hips making his bed tremble, he moaned almost like a girl as her cunt's muscles strangled his penis.
“This is so wrong,” she thought. “I am fucking my son, and it is making me wetter and hornier than ever before.”
His dick was small compared to all the cocks she has had in all her life. She was a woman with experience and her husband sure gave her sex, but what she felt now as she rode her son was a pleasure she never thought capable of experiencing. Her mind was out of her body that moved on its own. Her little boy moaned and screamed in pleasure, and all she could think about was she sheer pleasure of the taboo.
“This is so wrong,” thought Ron as he tried to avoid cumming. All his willpower spent on trying not to fill his mother with his cum. “I can't cum inside my mother!”
She stopped dry and sucked on his cock. She sucked as if possessed, her cheeks hollowed with the strength of her lust, her mouth making obscene noises with each movement of her bobbing head.
He screamed and released all his seed inside her. She kept it all inside her mouth and forcibly took his head and kissed him, sharing the cum he had just release inside her mouth. Mother and son shared cum and sex fluids as they embraced.
“Now you are a motherfucker,” she said as she caressed his hair.
“Mom!” He said stopping his sucking and playing with her breasts.
She tried to smile as guilt seeped in her body. “What have I done?” She felt his cock growing hard again against her thigh.