Ron and Molly

Ron Weasley had always had a deep, dark secret that he did his best to suppress. It was a taboo desire, one that he knew was wrong but he couldn't shake it off. He was in love with his own mother, Molly Weasley.

Molly, a loving and doting mother, had noticed her son's longing glances and subtle touches for years. She too had been fighting her own desires, trying to ignore the way her body reacted to her own son. But on this particular day, their forbidden desires took over and they couldn't resist each other any longer.

It started with a heated argument between Ron and his mother. He was frustrated with her overbearing ways and she was tired of him not pulling his weight around the house. The tension between them was palpable as they stood in the kitchen, screaming and cursing at each other.

But then, in a split second, their anger turned into something else. Ron grabbed his mother by the waist and pinned her against the counter, their bodies pressed tightly together. Molly let out a gasp of surprise, but her body responded to her son's touch. Her nipples hardened under her blouse and her panties began to dampen.

'F-fuck, Ron,' Molly moaned as he pressed his hard cock against her thigh. 'This...this is wrong.'

But her words only seemed to fuel Ron's desire as he leaned in and claimed her lips in a hungry kiss. Their tongues danced together in a primal rhythm as they both let out low groans of pleasure.

With his hands roaming over her body, Ron couldn't help but marvel at how soft and curvy his mother's body was. He couldn't wait to explore every inch of her and make her scream his name.

Molly's hands were tangled in her son's fiery red hair as they continued to kiss passionately. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but the thought of being with her own son was too much to resist.

Ron's hands slid down to Molly's plump ass, giving it a playful squeeze before pulling down her skirt and panties in one swift motion. Her wetness greeted his fingers as he slipped them inside her, causing her to moan and arch her back.

'Mum, you're so fucking wet,' Ron growled, his voice filled with desire. 'Is this what you've been wanting all this time? My big cock inside your tight fucking pussy?'

Molly couldn't form a coherent response as she was lost in pleasure, her body craving every touch and thrust from her son. Ron's fingers continued to move skillfully as he leaned in to suck on her nipples, causing her to mewl and writhe against the counter.

But Ron couldn't wait any longer. He needed to feel his mother's warm, wet pussy wrapped around his cock. He lifted her up and carried her to the living room, where he laid her down on the couch.

'Mum, spread your legs for me,' Ron commanded, his eyes dark with lust.

Molly did as she was told and eagerly spread her legs wide, exposing her glistening pussy to her son's hungry eyes. Ron knelt in front of her, his cock throbbing with need as he took in the sight of his mother's soaked folds.

Without warning, he plunged his cock deep inside her, causing Molly to cry out in ecstasy. They both let out profanities as he began to thrust into her with an unbridled passion.

'You like that, mum? My big cock fucking your tight cunt?' Ron grunted, his eyes locked with hers.

'Yes, yes, fuck me harder, Ron. I need you,' Molly moaned, her hips meeting his thrusts eagerly.

Their rhythm was primal and animalistic as they fucked each other with reckless abandon. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and their moans and curses filled the room.

'Mum, you're so fucking tight,' Ron groaned, his pace intensifying. 'I'm gonna make you cum so fucking hard.'

With each thrust, Molly could feel her climax building, her body on fire from her son's touch. And when Ron reached down to rub her clit, her whole body shook and she screamed out her son's name as she came hard.

Ron wasn't far behind, his own release building as he pounded into his mother. With one final thrust, he spilled his seed inside her, the feeling of her walls clenching around him sending him into a state of bliss.

As they both collapsed onto the couch, panting and sweating, Ron knew he would never be able to resist his mother again. And Molly knew that this was just the beginning of their twisted, taboo relationship.

From that day on, mother and son would indulge in their sinful desires, giving in to each other's needs and experiencing pleasure unlike any other. And as they lay tangled in each other's arms, they knew that they were each other's perfect match.