Arthur, what did you do with all the towels, Ron’s mother called out from down the hallway.
The towels! No, no, no.
Fred and George had dyed them all various colors. They were supposed to put them back, but they must have forgotten. Ron just knew he was going to get in trouble for this somehow. Wait, he still had one they forgot to dye. He grabbed it and walked out into the hallway.
“I have one, mum.”
As soon as he stepped out into the hallway, he was it. Or, rather, them. Two things he’d never seen as far back as he could remember (well, other than Ginny’s but those didn’t count). Two massive globes hanging out of his mother’s robe.
He dropped the towel.
“Oh, I’m sorry dear, I keep forgetting you’re back from Hogwarts.”
“It’s, it’s okay,” he stuttered, unable to think about anything other than what was now being obscured by the folds of her robe.
“Why don’t you go wake up your sister? I’ll get breakfast ready soon.”
“Okay, mum.”
Ron still couldn’t take his eyes off his mother’s chest as he made his way to Ginny’s room. She was still asleep. He’d been feeling more and more protective of her ever since he and Harry rescued her from the Chamber of Secrets a few weeks ago. She looked so peaceful laying there, he didn’t even want to wake her.
“Gin,” he called out softly.
She made a slight noise and rolled over. As she did, the blanket came off her, exposing her knicker-clad butt. She was so skinny that he found it hard to believe she was really their mother’s daughter. Ron got on the bed next to her and gently rubbed her back.
“Mmm.”
“Time to wake up, Gin.”
She rolled over onto his lap. Her jammies weren’t loose, and it was so obvious how flat-chested she was compared to their mother. Merlin, what he’d do for another glimpse at her chest.
“Do I have something on my shirt?” Ginny asked. “You're staring at it weird.”
“Oh, it’s just, er,” he hurried to think of a lie, “I really like the pattern.”
“Thanks,” she beamed.
“Mum said breakfast will be ready soon, let’s go.”
“Can you get me my shirt?”
Ron walked to her dresser and grabbed a shirt. When he turned around, he saw that his sister was out of her jammies and only in her knickers. Definitely not the chest he wanted to see. He handed her her shirt, which she put on, and they headed down together.
The rest of the family was gathered at the table, while their mum was putting the finishing touches on breakfast. She magicked the food onto everyone’s plates before sitting down herself, directly across from Ron.
“What’s the matter, dear?” she asked. “You’re usually done with your food before everyone else has lifted their fork. You’ve barely touched your plate.”
“Oh, it’s, I was just.”
Ginny quickly looked back and forth between Ron and their mother.
“Is that dress new, mum? It’s such a lovely floral print.”
She looked at Ron sharply before answering Ginny.
“Oh, this old thing? I’ve had it for ages. I got it from my Aunt Muriel. Maybe it’ll be yours one day.”
“If I ever fit into it,” Ginny whispered to Ron.
Ron finally stopped staring at his mother’s chest and returned his focus to his food.
“That’s good, eat up, dear,” she said.
As hungry as he was, he was more hungry for something else, and he kept sneaking furtive glances at her chest between bites.
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That night
Ron knew he needed to stop thinking about them, but he couldn’t. Merlin, even Ginny had caught him staring. Did everyone else realize? Did his mum realize? He’d never live down the shame. She walked in. Sure enough, his eyes went straight to her chest.
“We should talk, dear.”
This couldn’t be happening.
She sat down and undid her headband, letting her auburn hair flow over her shoulders.
“About what, mum?”
“It’s okay, dear. I know what’s going on. I see you’ve been staring at my chest all day. It’s okay. I don’t mind. I actually kind of like it. Arthur never looks at me like that anymore.”
This. Could. Not. Be. Happening.
“Do you want to see them again?”
Ron could only manage to nod.
She pulled her floral smock over her head. And there they were. But, the more he looked, the more he noticed the folds of fat in her stomach, in her legs. He wished she we were skinny like Ginny. And, yet, something about the whole thing turned him on. Especially with a chest like that. His hand instinctively went to his crotch.
“Show me,” she said. “Show me your cock.”
He didn’t take any time to think. Instead, he just quickly stripped out of all of his clothes. He’d never had a boner this hard before.
“It’s grown so big since you were a boy,” she said kindly.
She brought her own tits to her mouth and started sucking on them. Ron could have sworn she was biting her nipples. He wasn’t sure if he was more disgusted or turned on.
“Come here, dear.”
He did.
“Sit on my lap.”
He did.
She took his cock in her hand and put it right between her tits.
“Do you like this?”
Suddenly he was scared. This was what he wanted, but now he wasn’t sure.
“It feels…wrong.”
“I know it’s wrong, sweetie, but it feels good, doesn’t. And how could something that feels good be wrong?’
She had a point. She squeezed her tits around his cock, and Merlin did it feel good.
“Just go up and down,” she instructed him.
Hesitantly, he pumped his cock up and down his mother’s tits. He didn’t know anything could feel that good. He didn’t care how wrong it was anymore. She squeezed her tits even tighter around his cock.
He was in pure ecstasy. He didn’t know if this would ever happen again, but all that mattered was this very moment.
“Are you almost there, dear?”
“Yes, mum.”
She separated her tits and took his cock in her mouth. He shot his load as soon as she did. She leaned and put her lips against his. Hesitantly, he kissed her. She opened her mouth and he opened his. He could taste his own jizz. Again, he wasn’t sure if it was hot or disgusting. Maybe it was both. He was starting to gag and couldn’t help but swallow. It was salty but slightly sweet. He liked it.
“There, there dear. Sharing is caring. Say, how about we let Ginny get involved next time? I could teach you kids some stuff you could do together, you know, for when I’m not around? Or even back at Hogwarts.”
He wasn’t sure how he felt about bringing Ginny into the mix. He just wanted to look after her, but maybe part of looking after her meant taking care of her the way his mum just took care of him. Either way, he could only focus on two words.
“Next time? There’s going to be a next time?”
“Only if you want there to be.”
He very much wanted there to be a next time.