Ginny Weasley had been waiting for this moment all week. The house was empty, Harry gone on another mission, and her oldest son James was home from school for the holidays. At eighteen, James was tall, broad-shouldered, and had that same messy black hair as his father, but his eyes held a hunger that was all his own. Ginny had noticed it for months, the way he stared at her ass when she bent over, the way his cock hardened in his jeans whenever she hugged him too long.
She didn't waste time. The second the front door clicked shut behind the last guest, Ginny grabbed James by the wrist and pulled him into the master bedroom. "Strip," she ordered, her voice low and rough. James obeyed fast, yanking off his shirt and shoving his jeans down. His cock sprang free, thick and already leaking, curving up toward his stomach.
Ginny dropped to her knees without another word. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his dick and licked a slow stripe up the underside, tasting the salt of his precome. "Fuck, Mum," James groaned, his hands tangling in her red hair. She took him deep, lips stretching around his shaft, sucking hard while her tongue worked the head. Spit ran down her chin as she bobbed, gagging herself on purpose so he could feel her throat tighten.
James thrust into her mouth, fucking her face with short, desperate strokes. Ginny moaned around him, one hand between her own legs, rubbing her soaked pussy through her knickers. When she pulled off, strings of saliva connected her lips to his cock. "On the bed," she said. "Now."
He lay back and Ginny climbed on top, hiking her skirt up and shoving her knickers aside. She sank down onto his cock in one smooth motion, taking every inch until her clit ground against his pelvis. The stretch burned in the best way. She rode him hard, tits bouncing under her blouse, riding his dick like she needed it to breathe. James grabbed her hips, thrusting up to meet her, skin slapping loud and filthy.
"Harder," Ginny demanded, leaning forward so her nipples brushed his chest. "Fuck your mother like you mean it." James flipped them without warning, pinning her wrists above her head. He pounded into her, deep and relentless, the headboard slamming the wall. Ginny came first, cunt clenching around him, soaking his balls as she cried out his name. James followed seconds later, flooding her pussy with hot pulses of come, hips jerking as he emptied inside her.
They didn't stop there. Ginny rolled onto her hands and knees, presenting her dripping cunt. James took her from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, the other slapping her ass red while he drove into her again and again.
He reached around to rub her clit, making her come twice more before he filled her a second time.
Later, sweaty and spent, Ginny lay with her head on his chest, his come still leaking out of her. "This stays between us," she whispered. James kissed the top of her head. "Our secret." Outside, the world kept turning, but inside that room the only thing that mattered was the raw, filthy need they finally stopped pretending didn't exist.
