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I am soon getting new refs as well! Art is by Ponie\n\n-\n\nIt was the evening on a sunny day when Preston got a text in class. Instead of doing the school project with his friends, as usual, he gives an excuse to go to the bathroom. Sometimes the teacher worries about that colt, because there’s always something happening with his family.\nHe opens a stall at the end of the bathroom and locks it, sitting on the edge of the toilet lid. He didn’t care about germs, there was something more important in his mind and on his screen. He start to text his mother back, gears turning in his mind already.\n\n\n‘Did you wish your father a happy Father’s Day? I asked Penny to take dad to golf with his brother and your cousins, so he won’t be home for a while.’ \n\n‘Yes mom, before I left. We home alone?’\n\n‘Until 5’\n‘So we have to be quick ;)’\n\nPreston looked down at his phone with a smirk, but also felt surprised. He was still new to being intimate, and Biscuit (his mother) only allowed it one previous time years ago… in middle school.\nPreston would never forget that night. It was the best feeling he ever had, and after this he never doubted his mother’s love… \n\n\n\n—-\n\n\n“Dad?” Preston’s heavy little hooves stepped through the doorway to his parents' shared bedroom. On one side, closest to the door, his father Rooster slept and snored. He was a large draft stallion with no specific breed (he was mixed from many kinds of large horses) with a roan coat. Rooster was where Preston got his red colored coat and white blaze from. Preston looked up to him, even literally, and wanted to ask a question about a dream he had and maybe about girls at school… but he was nervous to talk to him because he was always strict. They were still very close no matter what. “Are you up?”\n\nPreston hears a gasp, then sees his mom’s head lift from her pillow on the furthest side of the bed. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Biscuit asks, her long blonde mane in a mess. She was an Appaloosa, and where Preston got his blonde mane and tail from. Hearing his mothers voice made him embarrassed, for some reason.\n“Um… I had a bad dream. It was really bad.”\n\n“Ssshhh, it’s okay, honey. You can sleep in the middle.”\n\nPreston climbs into the bed from his mother’s side, over her crossed legs and into the middle between her and his father. It was nice and warm, perfect for Preston to get better sleep in. He and Penny were still sharing a room, and she was hogging the blankets and kicking him in her sleep. So this did not help either.\n“Why’d you have a bad dream?” Biscuit asks.\n\n“I don’t know. I didn’t watch anything scary…” Preston stops when he feels his moms warm hand land on his head and stroke down to the back of his neck. It was comforting, but special, because he really liked it. Preston noticed how good it felt to be around his mom yesterday as well, but he got embarrassed and kept it to himself. “I love you, momma.”\n\nBiscuit smiled, the love in her heart warming her face. Her foal was so big now, and strong, he made her proud playing his sports. Her grandfather ran marathons and so did her father, so seeing her son become a track star to prepare for his future in running was very prideful. She also was proud he decided to keep his hair long. She remembered when Rooster had a long mane…\n“I love you too, Preston. I love you very much… *mwuah*!”\n\nPreston felt his heartbeat lower than he ever felt it before. Very low. But it wasn’t a bad feeling, and he didn’t even notice it, because his mind was lit up by her soft kiss on his bare forehead.\nIt was like a firework went off in his mind! Mom gives the best kisses! Even his sister agrees.\n\nIt wasn’t long before he fell asleep, and so did Biscuit. \n\nBiscuit had a long day. Extra paperwork from the office, groceries, cleaning… when Rooster wasn’t working, she didn’t mind being overwhelmed sometimes. She would go to work, come home, and everything was already done for her. All she had to do was shower, tend to her foals, then she had the whole night with her wonderful husband… who mostly slept. She was okay with it. After all, it’s common for the sex life of married couples to be a little slow around this time… right? Ofcourse…\n\nBut even in her sleep, she was almost half awake. Thinking of him when he was younger, when he seemed to have more interest in her, and was the one coming home tired and sweaty so she could take real good care of his big working body. But now she gets the hugs, the kisses, the sometimes rough groping behind the kitchen table… then nothing else. He always left her to rest right as they got into bed! Tonight was one of those nights, and just as she was taking some initiative… in walked her darling little colt, a spitting image of his dad.\n\nNow that the fun was over, Biscuit turned onto her left side and closed her eyes, ignoring the tenderness between her large and heavy thighs, doing her best to fall asleep. As she does so, she lovingly feels Preston’s long legs with her hoof tips like she used to for Rooster, just to try and feel that nostalgic love one more time.\n\nThen, after an unknown amount of time, in flickering dreams about Biscuit and Rooster on many adventures, her body jolts heat through her veins, starting at her groin. It was electrifying! Even unconscious she felt her large clit being stimulated… and so well! It was… increasing…! almost too much…! And then she became almost fully awake, realizing she was clenching harder with her hand petting herself over her panties. She took some deep breaths, reminded by the warm and slow-breathing body she incidentally brushed her large rear on, not to do such an act with her boy in the bed. She was asleep again… but not for long.\n\nShe felt her butt getting much warmer and warmer, and something around her hips holding tight. It was impressive that her dreams where enough to nearly get her off, because she didn’t remember drinking or taking any drugs to make this feel so… enhanced. Her husband couldn’t have been doing this either, because the heat was strongest along the seam of her pussy, and when her clit throbbed, she felt pressure from something that couldn’t be her own body or her husband’s thick rod which was… well, much thicker than this, but it proved her secret opinion at how even slightly less endowed sizes are perfect for some mares… and against her rump felt more like some skinny Akhal-teke than a thick, muscular suffolk… around her hips wasn’t two big and firm hands gripping her and pulling her body into his, it was more like two weak arms hugging her into a chest she felt rise and fall with every… wait a minute.\nHer eyes snapped open and her mind fully awoke with aroused fear, at a taboo and filthy idea her horny mind thought up again after years of trying to get rid of it. Her body acts without her control, arching her back and pushing her crotch more into Preston, who’s arms were indeed around her hips and his own groin against her butt. That meant… the cock sandwiched tightly and perfectly in the joined gap against her pussy and both thighs was… her own son, who she thought was not nearly old enough to be acting this way. \n\nPreston, in astonished passion, took his mother’s increased breathing as a sign she must be feeling the same as him. He thrusted very stiffly but quickly forward so he could almost ride the waves of his mother’s fat rear without shaking the bed or waking up dad. It was exhilarating! He loved his mom, but Preston never knew she could feel THIS much love for him! He loved her ten times more! And he felt something he only ever was close to feeling by accident when Biscuit bumped into him once. The end of his penis swelled up, and he could feel on the extremely sensitive sides the full warmth and tightness of his mother’s thighs. All it took was two more thrusts, the stretched skin pulling back from his mom, and he would reach the highest peak he has ever felt in his life at the time: his first orgasm. But Biscuit opened her legs just at the right time, after only one of those two thrusts. Preston groaned at the feeling leaving in strong, aching waves… looking into his mother’s terrified eyes as she turned back to look at him. \nHer innocent son looked like he was exasperated, but slowly came to and looked wide awake at her face. \n\n“What’s wrong, mommy?” Preston asked, flexing his flare against her ass cheek before letting it rest onto the bed, which made plenty of fabric-moving sounds on its own under there. Biscuit silently looks under the covers, at a flare that was easily a third of Rooster’s size as an adult but was twice the size of when he was also Preston’s age. Forget whatever scolding she was about to give him… it was… only natural this would happen.\nPreston quickly covered up his penis, afraid Biscuit’s expression might mean the opposite of what it really meant:\n\n“It’s hard…” Preston whines, embarrassed and wishing he stayed in the bed with Penny. “Don’t look at it!”\n\n“Sshh!!” Biscuit puts a finger to her slips, and motions a zipper being zipped across her mouth to signify Preston needing to shut up. It was then that the air through the blanket’s quick movement registered to Preston that his flare was gone, but his penis was really wet.\n\nBiscuit took a hand and reached just underneath her belly button and against her pussy from outside of her silk pajama shorts, only to feel a warm, thick liquid pooling between her legs, up her left side, and into the bed sheets. The interesting thing was… it was mostly clear.\n\n—-\n\n\n‘I mean to the movies.’\n‘Outside!’\n‘Hello???…. R U OKAY?’\n\nRealizing he’d spent more than a few minutes with a hand over his leans on his groin and staring at his phone wallpaper, Preston stood and instantly regretted doing so with his long erection stuffed into denim with tight crease folds.\n\n‘Class was extended lol sorry coming now!!’\n\n\nHe took longer than expected, but Preston indeed made it through the large private highschool and the incredible parking lot out front with many other students of various ages, many of which he grew up with. Waiting in a year old maroon car was his mother… dressed perfectly. A form fitting, classy blue dress with a simple silver necklace and matching bracelet. Her hair was neat and loose… curled, the way he secretly liked it. He hadn’t even touched the car door handle before his mouth let out the words: “You look beautiful!”\n\n“Still wanna go to the movies, kid?” Biscuit asks, though her smile was more nervous than usual. Preston glanced at her cleavage, then remembered to keep his arm up to hold his bag over his groin. “Oh yeah, what did you wanna see?” He asks, sitting and buckling up carefully. When he feels his mothers hand on his knee, his erection continues to grow just a few inches away from where her hand rested. He prayed he wouldn’t be noticed.\n“Well, that’s… up to you. I just got done with a meeting, so if you’d rather go home, I don’t see why not!”\n“Yeah, school sucked, I’d rather eat right now…”\n\nBiscuit was relieved, giving her son's leg a pat before returning her hand to the steering wheel to make their way home. \nThe drive was long and quiet, though Biscuit tried to ask about school a few times. She also talked about work, and Preston succeeded in making subtle glances at her cleavage during that time as well. But one second too long, and Biscuit caught him. Then, out of instinct, her eyes went toward his hard, semi-flared erection down his jeans leg.\n\n“OH—“ Biscuit gasps, which snapped Preston out of it and forced him to cover up.\n“Mom, I’m sorry! Uh, it's just puberty!” He shouts.\n“—My god!” Biscuit’s voice softens, one hand on her chest, eyes darting between the road and Preston’s hard on.\n\n“I’m sorry!”\n\nPreston’s face turned red even for his complexion, and Biscuit had the dumbest smile on her face. \n\n“Preston Ken Brighthoof, are you… hard—”\n\n“No!”\n\n“— for me right now?”\n\nFor some reason, the addition of “for me” made Preston feel brave, like as if he should be more honest. Clearly, she knew he loved her… it was only natural. She was the one beautiful and sexually mature female that he was around the most, and he always was attached to her… “It's the dress! I swear it's just the dress!”\n\nBiscuit drive up onto their driveway and parked quickly. She felt aroused by just how bad this situation was… although she was excited because she hoped this might be the outcome.\nEver since she let her son fuck her thighs as a boy, she embraced her kink for incest once again, like she did long ago as a filly herself with her brothers.\n“Preston… honey…” she speaks softly to him, her hand gently resting on the tip of his penis, causing it to jump involuntarily… Then once Preston looked into her eyes, and they both understood their gazes toward one another, he’d begun flexing it himself, wanting to give his seductive, voluptuous mother all of his love. But… he knew that wasn't acceptable.\n“Mom…?”\n\nPreston began looking out of the windows, afraid someone could see. Biscuit was shocked by her audacity to feel him up so assertively!\n“Sorry!” Biscuit gasps, blushing and removing her hand so she could leave the car and let him cover up, “You've grown so much, I just thought… uh….. let’s get inside.”\n\nThey both entered their luxurious home in the suburbs, where the sun still poured in from the windows and glass sliding doors leading to the back yard, and every surface was spotless and clean. \nThe front door was shut quickly, and Biscuit turned around to look her son in the eye. \n“Go wash up. I have to finish making dinner.” \n\nPreston sets his jacket on the nearby coat rack then quickly walks to his room up the grand staircase, cursing at himself for being so gross. It was just like when he was little. Biscuit talked to him very nicely about it in private, but he loved her too much to understand what he did wrong. So sometimes he would go into her bed to sleep next to his mother again. Sometimes nothing would happen. Other times he thought she was backing up into him on purpose. Those were the best nights.\nAs he tries to rehearse his reason for getting so hard, he strips bare and enters one of the two upstairs bathrooms, one for his parents and the other for him and Penny.\n\nWhile Preston was taking a hot shower, Biscuit slowly stepped upstairs, her dress still on and hugging her body. She looked incredible, only getting hotter with age. She stopped by the door to the bathroom, curiously listening when she heard the water stop and his hooves stepping out of the shower. Biscuit hasn't had a day or night spent having good sex in a long time. It felt like something she was almost too old to do now, even though she was only in her late thirties. If only Rooster was younger again, more virile, more… like Preston.\nThe thought made her mind spin, but her body ached to be close to him again. It was then that she realized Preston was walking past her, into his room, with a towel around his waist covering his lower body. \n\n“Sweetie, can we talk?” Biscuit asks, her eyes taking in her son's handsomeness. Toned… clean… well-shaped…\n\n“Um… okay?” Preston steps aside in his room so Biscuit could also enter, trying not to let his eyes follow his mother’s hands, which tentatively were leading them to her large breasts.\n\n“It's perfectly natural to get excited when a woman is dressed nicely… and plenty of boys have crushes on their moms. But… I don't know, are you sure this dress fits me?” \nBiscuit’s heart was racing and her body was ready to go. She felt the bosom of her dress and adjusted the shoulder straps, then felt her cleavage and breasts. Preston was mesmerized by the way they moved with such great weight… and never realized he was falling right into his mother’s plans.\n“Ofcourse!” Preston says, “Its beautiful on… I mean, you're beautiful… in that dress. It… fits you…”\n\n“Really?” Biscuit turns slowly, bending at the hip ever so slightly, her hands feeling her hips… then her rump… her long blonde tail swept to the side so Preston could admire the view. Her eyes then capture a bulge growing quickly beneath the white towel. His cock was coming out of its sheath… and she knew she was right on track. “You don't mean that…”\n\n“Yes I do!” Preston’s face became red when his mother bent completely over, barely bending a knee, to pick up some items littered on his floor. She wore nothing beneath the dress. “Mom… um…”\n\n“What is it?” \n\n“I don’t have a girlfriend!”\n\nBiscuit held back a laugh, smiling at Preston and allowing her tight dress to lift slightly, stretching from her fat ass and thighs. Teasing her son this way was exhilarating, she felt so rebellious and free… “I don’t believe that… touch me. Since I'm so pretty in my dress, i'll show you how to please a girl.”\n\n—-\n\nPreston presses the head of his penis against his mother’s entrance, which was wet and hot to the touch. Her clit kept winking, and she moved her hips around and around against him. \n“Good boy… don't be shy, I want you in me.”\n\nHer hands held the edge of her son’s dresser firmly. Her legs were wide, dress pulled up just barely so her butt was still covered, but Preston had full access to underneath. His penis was at least eight inches in length already, above average for a colt his age, and his balls were heavy enough that he was a stallion already, in Biscuit’s eyes. She would've thought he'd done this sooner. But while lost in thought, she feels his stiff rod push halfway into her pussy. Her head tipped back, ears alert, as she focused on the sensation and his reflection in the mirror. Preston’s mouth was wide, looking down with his hands now gripping her rear cheeks… in a way she’s discovering she likes for the first time. He began slowly, not needing his mother’s help in figuring out what to do next, enamored with his mother’s heat, wetness, and tightness. Biscuit let slip a small gasp when he does speed up, and slams his groin into her. His hard cock plunged as deep as possible into her, and hit just the right spot.\n“Oh baby keep doing that… you're a natural…” Biscuit begs, pushing her rear out more as if to welcome her son deeper into her body at every thrust. Preston, desperate to give his mother his body, does as he was told without even hearing her instructions. The sloppy sound of their sex was better than in any porn he’d ever seen. \n\n“Mom I love you so much, please let me finish inside…!” \n\n“…What?”\n\nBiscuit objected, moving to the side to force his swelling member to exit. But she felt too good to fight him off… as a matter of fact, when Preston urgently pressed his growing flare back into the depths of his mother again, her body and mind demanded she stay completely still and let nature do its work. “You can't…!” she whines, “Mmh… hurry up…”\n\nPreston throws his head down, slamming his groin into Biscuit and holding her against him with a strength Biscuit never imagined he could muster. Her eyes widened, her insides began to heat up… and just from one last smack from Preston’s large balls, her clit had been stimulated to its peak and her clitoral orgasm had just begun a mere second before Preston’s flare had fully inflated. Her vagina constricted around him, squeezing him, ready to consume each thick, hot emission he might give… then it started, and Preston still continued grinding to enhance his overwhelming climax.\nThe two were glued to one another, breathing together in total bliss. It was too much for either of them to recover from… even with the sound of large hooves coming up the stairs. \n\n“Biscuit? Are you okay, honey?” Rooster calls, walking ignorantly past the wide open door where his lover of more than twenty years stood, being bred by their only son. “Where are you?”\n\nFear finally reared its ugly head when Rooster’s voice registered in Biscuit’s ears and mind as being extremely closeby. She pulled her hips forward, wincing in slight pain at a wide and very hard flare being pulled out of her pussy, her ears flagging anxiously at the loud *pop* and *squirt* from it. She turns to watch her son step back, cock still fully erect, and sit in a daze on his bed at what he experienced. Biscuit swiftly jogs out of Preston’s room, still pulling her dress down to hopefully hide the mess between her legs. \n\nShe cuts Rooster off before he can leave their bedroom and try to enter Preston’s, the only other door that was open.\n\n“Are you okay? You look flush…” \n\n“I'm fine baby, how was golf with your brother? Was Penny nice to her cousins?” Biscuit asks, putting on her award winning smile and keeping those thick thighs tightly squeezed together.\n\n“You're not gonna believe the time we had, and wait until you see what we brought back for you!” Rooster smiles, none the wiser that had his eyes even glanced at the floor, he would find a trail of semen pouring down his wives legs and leading to his teenage son’s bedroom. \n\n“Let me just freshen up and i'll meet you downstairs! I was just trying to find my… wallet.”\n\n“Sure, honey! Hey, champ, come downstairs if you want to see something cool!” Rooster yells to his son, who quickly replies, “Give me a minute!”\n\nAs rooster returns downstairs, Biscuit gasps in satisfaction and worry. She shouldn't have done this. Now that she had clarity, she truly broke the law and just had sex with her own foal! And his cum was in her! In the doorway now was a sloppily dressed but calmer, more relaxed Preston who watched his mother wipe away and then capture again one last pool of his cum pushed out from her pussy, and then he realized there was a wet trail of the stuff all over the floor. His hoof nearly touched it.\n\n\n“Oh dear… Oh no, I… Preston, I'm so sorry—”\n\nWithout another thought, Preston pulled his mother into himself and kissed her. Biscuit pulled away, was stunned, then continued to kiss him back again. They both dreamed of this moment no matter how bad this was. It felt like heaven. An unbreakable secret bond between mother and son.\n\n“I love you, mom.”\n\nBiscuit had never heard him say it this way before.\n\n“I love you too.”\n\nPreston could never get tired of hearing those words from his mother’s mouth. \n\n“I will go down there, so you can clean up. They won't know a thing.”\n\n“Thank you, sweetie. Mommy will be there in a minute.”\n\nWith that, the two parted ways. Preston went to distract his father and sister while Biscuit quickly cleaned the floor, showered, then redressed herself. The day continued as normal, though deep down Biscuit knew she and Rooster would have to sleep togther soon… if not, then there would be no possible way to excuse the baby bump this lustful evening surely would result in just a few months down the line.\n", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Short story I try to type of Preston impregnating his mom, Biscuit, for the first time ^^ in flashback Preston is maybe 8 but current day / when rest of story happens he is teen in highschool. I am soon getting new refs as well! Art is by Ponie

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It was the evening on a sunny day when Preston got a text in class. Instead of doing the school project with his friends, as usual, he gives an excuse to go to the bathroom. Sometimes the teacher worries about that colt, because there’s always something happening with his family.
He opens a stall at the end of the bathroom and locks it, sitting on the edge of the toilet lid. He didn’t care about germs, there was something more important in his mind and on his screen. He start to text his mother back, gears turning in his mind already.


‘Did you wish your father a happy Father’s Day? I asked Penny to take dad to golf with his brother and your cousins, so he won’t be home for a while.’

‘Yes mom, before I left. We home alone?’

‘Until 5’
‘So we have to be quick ;)’

Preston looked down at his phone with a smirk, but also felt surprised. He was still new to being intimate, and Biscuit (his mother) only allowed it one previous time years ago… in middle school.
Preston would never forget that night. It was the best feeling he ever had, and after this he never doubted his mother’s love…



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“Dad?” Preston’s heavy little hooves stepped through the doorway to his parents' shared bedroom. On one side, closest to the door, his father Rooster slept and snored. He was a large draft stallion with no specific breed (he was mixed from many kinds of large horses) with a roan coat. Rooster was where Preston got his red colored coat and white blaze from. Preston looked up to him, even literally, and wanted to ask a question about a dream he had and maybe about girls at school… but he was nervous to talk to him because he was always strict. They were still very close no matter what. “Are you up?”

Preston hears a gasp, then sees his mom’s head lift from her pillow on the furthest side of the bed. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Biscuit asks, her long blonde mane in a mess. She was an Appaloosa, and where Preston got his blonde mane and tail from. Hearing his mothers voice made him embarrassed, for some reason.
“Um… I had a bad dream. It was really bad.”

“Ssshhh, it’s okay, honey. You can sleep in the middle.”

Preston climbs into the bed from his mother’s side, over her crossed legs and into the middle between her and his father. It was nice and warm, perfect for Preston to get better sleep in. He and Penny were still sharing a room, and she was hogging the blankets and kicking him in her sleep. So this did not help either.
“Why’d you have a bad dream?” Biscuit asks.

“I don’t know. I didn’t watch anything scary…” Preston stops when he feels his moms warm hand land on his head and stroke down to the back of his neck. It was comforting, but special, because he really liked it. Preston noticed how good it felt to be around his mom yesterday as well, but he got embarrassed and kept it to himself. “I love you, momma.”

Biscuit smiled, the love in her heart warming her face. Her foal was so big now, and strong, he made her proud playing his sports. Her grandfather ran marathons and so did her father, so seeing her son become a track star to prepare for his future in running was very prideful. She also was proud he decided to keep his hair long. She remembered when Rooster had a long mane…
“I love you too, Preston. I love you very much… *mwuah*!”

Preston felt his heartbeat lower than he ever felt it before. Very low. But it wasn’t a bad feeling, and he didn’t even notice it, because his mind was lit up by her soft kiss on his bare forehead.
It was like a firework went off in his mind! Mom gives the best kisses! Even his sister agrees.

It wasn’t long before he fell asleep, and so did Biscuit.

Biscuit had a long day. Extra paperwork from the office, groceries, cleaning… when Rooster wasn’t working, she didn’t mind being overwhelmed sometimes. She would go to work, come home, and everything was already done for her. All she had to do was shower, tend to her foals, then she had the whole night with her wonderful husband… who mostly slept. She was okay with it. After all, it’s common for the sex life of married couples to be a little slow around this time… right? Ofcourse…

But even in her sleep, she was almost half awake. Thinking of him when he was younger, when he seemed to have more interest in her, and was the one coming home tired and sweaty so she could take real good care of his big working body. But now she gets the hugs, the kisses, the sometimes rough groping behind the kitchen table… then nothing else. He always left her to rest right as they got into bed! Tonight was one of those nights, and just as she was taking some initiative… in walked her darling little colt, a spitting image of his dad.

Now that the fun was over, Biscuit turned onto her left side and closed her eyes, ignoring the tenderness between her large and heavy thighs, doing her best to fall asleep. As she does so, she lovingly feels Preston’s long legs with her hoof tips like she used to for Rooster, just to try and feel that nostalgic love one more time.

Then, after an unknown amount of time, in flickering dreams about Biscuit and Rooster on many adventures, her body jolts heat through her veins, starting at her groin. It was electrifying! Even unconscious she felt her large clit being stimulated… and so well! It was… increasing…! almost too much…! And then she became almost fully awake, realizing she was clenching harder with her hand petting herself over her panties. She took some deep breaths, reminded by the warm and slow-breathing body she incidentally brushed her large rear on, not to do such an act with her boy in the bed. She was asleep again… but not for long.

She felt her butt getting much warmer and warmer, and something around her hips holding tight. It was impressive that her dreams where enough to nearly get her off, because she didn’t remember drinking or taking any drugs to make this feel so… enhanced. Her husband couldn’t have been doing this either, because the heat was strongest along the seam of her pussy, and when her clit throbbed, she felt pressure from something that couldn’t be her own body or her husband’s thick rod which was… well, much thicker than this, but it proved her secret opinion at how even slightly less endowed sizes are perfect for some mares… and against her rump felt more like some skinny Akhal-teke than a thick, muscular suffolk… around her hips wasn’t two big and firm hands gripping her and pulling her body into his, it was more like two weak arms hugging her into a chest she felt rise and fall with every… wait a minute.
Her eyes snapped open and her mind fully awoke with aroused fear, at a taboo and filthy idea her horny mind thought up again after years of trying to get rid of it. Her body acts without her control, arching her back and pushing her crotch more into Preston, who’s arms were indeed around her hips and his own groin against her butt. That meant… the cock sandwiched tightly and perfectly in the joined gap against her pussy and both thighs was… her own son, who she thought was not nearly old enough to be acting this way.

Preston, in astonished passion, took his mother’s increased breathing as a sign she must be feeling the same as him. He thrusted very stiffly but quickly forward so he could almost ride the waves of his mother’s fat rear without shaking the bed or waking up dad. It was exhilarating! He loved his mom, but Preston never knew she could feel THIS much love for him! He loved her ten times more! And he felt something he only ever was close to feeling by accident when Biscuit bumped into him once. The end of his penis swelled up, and he could feel on the extremely sensitive sides the full warmth and tightness of his mother’s thighs. All it took was two more thrusts, the stretched skin pulling back from his mom, and he would reach the highest peak he has ever felt in his life at the time: his first orgasm. But Biscuit opened her legs just at the right time, after only one of those two thrusts. Preston groaned at the feeling leaving in strong, aching waves… looking into his mother’s terrified eyes as she turned back to look at him.
Her innocent son looked like he was exasperated, but slowly came to and looked wide awake at her face.

“What’s wrong, mommy?” Preston asked, flexing his flare against her ass cheek before letting it rest onto the bed, which made plenty of fabric-moving sounds on its own under there. Biscuit silently looks under the covers, at a flare that was easily a third of Rooster’s size as an adult but was twice the size of when he was also Preston’s age. Forget whatever scolding she was about to give him… it was… only natural this would happen.
Preston quickly covered up his penis, afraid Biscuit’s expression might mean the opposite of what it really meant:

“It’s hard…” Preston whines, embarrassed and wishing he stayed in the bed with Penny. “Don’t look at it!”

“Sshh!!” Biscuit puts a finger to her slips, and motions a zipper being zipped across her mouth to signify Preston needing to shut up. It was then that the air through the blanket’s quick movement registered to Preston that his flare was gone, but his penis was really wet.

Biscuit took a hand and reached just underneath her belly button and against her pussy from outside of her silk pajama shorts, only to feel a warm, thick liquid pooling between her legs, up her left side, and into the bed sheets. The interesting thing was… it was mostly clear.

—-


‘I mean to the movies.’
‘Outside!’
‘Hello???…. R U OKAY?’

Realizing he’d spent more than a few minutes with a hand over his leans on his groin and staring at his phone wallpaper, Preston stood and instantly regretted doing so with his long erection stuffed into denim with tight crease folds.

‘Class was extended lol sorry coming now!!’


He took longer than expected, but Preston indeed made it through the large private highschool and the incredible parking lot out front with many other students of various ages, many of which he grew up with. Waiting in a year old maroon car was his mother… dressed perfectly. A form fitting, classy blue dress with a simple silver necklace and matching bracelet. Her hair was neat and loose… curled, the way he secretly liked it. He hadn’t even touched the car door handle before his mouth let out the words: “You look beautiful!”

“Still wanna go to the movies, kid?” Biscuit asks, though her smile was more nervous than usual. Preston glanced at her cleavage, then remembered to keep his arm up to hold his bag over his groin. “Oh yeah, what did you wanna see?” He asks, sitting and buckling up carefully. When he feels his mothers hand on his knee, his erection continues to grow just a few inches away from where her hand rested. He prayed he wouldn’t be noticed.
“Well, that’s… up to you. I just got done with a meeting, so if you’d rather go home, I don’t see why not!”
“Yeah, school sucked, I’d rather eat right now…”

Biscuit was relieved, giving her son's leg a pat before returning her hand to the steering wheel to make their way home.
The drive was long and quiet, though Biscuit tried to ask about school a few times. She also talked about work, and Preston succeeded in making subtle glances at her cleavage during that time as well. But one second too long, and Biscuit caught him. Then, out of instinct, her eyes went toward his hard, semi-flared erection down his jeans leg.

“OH—“ Biscuit gasps, which snapped Preston out of it and forced him to cover up.
“Mom, I’m sorry! Uh, it's just puberty!” He shouts.
“—My god!” Biscuit’s voice softens, one hand on her chest, eyes darting between the road and Preston’s hard on.

“I’m sorry!”

Preston’s face turned red even for his complexion, and Biscuit had the dumbest smile on her face.

“Preston Ken Brighthoof, are you… hard—”

“No!”

“— for me right now?”

For some reason, the addition of “for me” made Preston feel brave, like as if he should be more honest. Clearly, she knew he loved her… it was only natural. She was the one beautiful and sexually mature female that he was around the most, and he always was attached to her… “It's the dress! I swear it's just the dress!”

Biscuit drive up onto their driveway and parked quickly. She felt aroused by just how bad this situation was… although she was excited because she hoped this might be the outcome.
Ever since she let her son fuck her thighs as a boy, she embraced her kink for incest once again, like she did long ago as a filly herself with her brothers.
“Preston… honey…” she speaks softly to him, her hand gently resting on the tip of his penis, causing it to jump involuntarily… Then once Preston looked into her eyes, and they both understood their gazes toward one another, he’d begun flexing it himself, wanting to give his seductive, voluptuous mother all of his love. But… he knew that wasn't acceptable.
“Mom…?”

Preston began looking out of the windows, afraid someone could see. Biscuit was shocked by her audacity to feel him up so assertively!
“Sorry!” Biscuit gasps, blushing and removing her hand so she could leave the car and let him cover up, “You've grown so much, I just thought… uh….. let’s get inside.”

They both entered their luxurious home in the suburbs, where the sun still poured in from the windows and glass sliding doors leading to the back yard, and every surface was spotless and clean.
The front door was shut quickly, and Biscuit turned around to look her son in the eye.
“Go wash up. I have to finish making dinner.”

Preston sets his jacket on the nearby coat rack then quickly walks to his room up the grand staircase, cursing at himself for being so gross. It was just like when he was little. Biscuit talked to him very nicely about it in private, but he loved her too much to understand what he did wrong. So sometimes he would go into her bed to sleep next to his mother again. Sometimes nothing would happen. Other times he thought she was backing up into him on purpose. Those were the best nights.
As he tries to rehearse his reason for getting so hard, he strips bare and enters one of the two upstairs bathrooms, one for his parents and the other for him and Penny.

While Preston was taking a hot shower, Biscuit slowly stepped upstairs, her dress still on and hugging her body. She looked incredible, only getting hotter with age. She stopped by the door to the bathroom, curiously listening when she heard the water stop and his hooves stepping out of the shower. Biscuit hasn't had a day or night spent having good sex in a long time. It felt like something she was almost too old to do now, even though she was only in her late thirties. If only Rooster was younger again, more virile, more… like Preston.
The thought made her mind spin, but her body ached to be close to him again. It was then that she realized Preston was walking past her, into his room, with a towel around his waist covering his lower body.

“Sweetie, can we talk?” Biscuit asks, her eyes taking in her son's handsomeness. Toned… clean… well-shaped…

“Um… okay?” Preston steps aside in his room so Biscuit could also enter, trying not to let his eyes follow his mother’s hands, which tentatively were leading them to her large breasts.

“It's perfectly natural to get excited when a woman is dressed nicely… and plenty of boys have crushes on their moms. But… I don't know, are you sure this dress fits me?”
Biscuit’s heart was racing and her body was ready to go. She felt the bosom of her dress and adjusted the shoulder straps, then felt her cleavage and breasts. Preston was mesmerized by the way they moved with such great weight… and never realized he was falling right into his mother’s plans.
“Ofcourse!” Preston says, “Its beautiful on… I mean, you're beautiful… in that dress. It… fits you…”

“Really?” Biscuit turns slowly, bending at the hip ever so slightly, her hands feeling her hips… then her rump… her long blonde tail swept to the side so Preston could admire the view. Her eyes then capture a bulge growing quickly beneath the white towel. His cock was coming out of its sheath… and she knew she was right on track. “You don't mean that…”

“Yes I do!” Preston’s face became red when his mother bent completely over, barely bending a knee, to pick up some items littered on his floor. She wore nothing beneath the dress. “Mom… um…”

“What is it?”

“I don’t have a girlfriend!”

Biscuit held back a laugh, smiling at Preston and allowing her tight dress to lift slightly, stretching from her fat ass and thighs. Teasing her son this way was exhilarating, she felt so rebellious and free… “I don’t believe that… touch me. Since I'm so pretty in my dress, i'll show you how to please a girl.”

—-

Preston presses the head of his penis against his mother’s entrance, which was wet and hot to the touch. Her clit kept winking, and she moved her hips around and around against him.
“Good boy… don't be shy, I want you in me.”

Her hands held the edge of her son’s dresser firmly. Her legs were wide, dress pulled up just barely so her butt was still covered, but Preston had full access to underneath. His penis was at least eight inches in length already, above average for a colt his age, and his balls were heavy enough that he was a stallion already, in Biscuit’s eyes. She would've thought he'd done this sooner. But while lost in thought, she feels his stiff rod push halfway into her pussy. Her head tipped back, ears alert, as she focused on the sensation and his reflection in the mirror. Preston’s mouth was wide, looking down with his hands now gripping her rear cheeks… in a way she’s discovering she likes for the first time. He began slowly, not needing his mother’s help in figuring out what to do next, enamored with his mother’s heat, wetness, and tightness. Biscuit let slip a small gasp when he does speed up, and slams his groin into her. His hard cock plunged as deep as possible into her, and hit just the right spot.
“Oh baby keep doing that… you're a natural…” Biscuit begs, pushing her rear out more as if to welcome her son deeper into her body at every thrust. Preston, desperate to give his mother his body, does as he was told without even hearing her instructions. The sloppy sound of their sex was better than in any porn he’d ever seen.

“Mom I love you so much, please let me finish inside…!”

“…What?”

Biscuit objected, moving to the side to force his swelling member to exit. But she felt too good to fight him off… as a matter of fact, when Preston urgently pressed his growing flare back into the depths of his mother again, her body and mind demanded she stay completely still and let nature do its work. “You can't…!” she whines, “Mmh… hurry up…”

Preston throws his head down, slamming his groin into Biscuit and holding her against him with a strength Biscuit never imagined he could muster. Her eyes widened, her insides began to heat up… and just from one last smack from Preston’s large balls, her clit had been stimulated to its peak and her clitoral orgasm had just begun a mere second before Preston’s flare had fully inflated. Her vagina constricted around him, squeezing him, ready to consume each thick, hot emission he might give… then it started, and Preston still continued grinding to enhance his overwhelming climax.
The two were glued to one another, breathing together in total bliss. It was too much for either of them to recover from… even with the sound of large hooves coming up the stairs.

“Biscuit? Are you okay, honey?” Rooster calls, walking ignorantly past the wide open door where his lover of more than twenty years stood, being bred by their only son. “Where are you?”

Fear finally reared its ugly head when Rooster’s voice registered in Biscuit’s ears and mind as being extremely closeby. She pulled her hips forward, wincing in slight pain at a wide and very hard flare being pulled out of her pussy, her ears flagging anxiously at the loud *pop* and *squirt* from it. She turns to watch her son step back, cock still fully erect, and sit in a daze on his bed at what he experienced. Biscuit swiftly jogs out of Preston’s room, still pulling her dress down to hopefully hide the mess between her legs.

She cuts Rooster off before he can leave their bedroom and try to enter Preston’s, the only other door that was open.

“Are you okay? You look flush…”

“I'm fine baby, how was golf with your brother? Was Penny nice to her cousins?” Biscuit asks, putting on her award winning smile and keeping those thick thighs tightly squeezed together.

“You're not gonna believe the time we had, and wait until you see what we brought back for you!” Rooster smiles, none the wiser that had his eyes even glanced at the floor, he would find a trail of semen pouring down his wives legs and leading to his teenage son’s bedroom.

“Let me just freshen up and i'll meet you downstairs! I was just trying to find my… wallet.”

“Sure, honey! Hey, champ, come downstairs if you want to see something cool!” Rooster yells to his son, who quickly replies, “Give me a minute!”

As rooster returns downstairs, Biscuit gasps in satisfaction and worry. She shouldn't have done this. Now that she had clarity, she truly broke the law and just had sex with her own foal! And his cum was in her! In the doorway now was a sloppily dressed but calmer, more relaxed Preston who watched his mother wipe away and then capture again one last pool of his cum pushed out from her pussy, and then he realized there was a wet trail of the stuff all over the floor. His hoof nearly touched it.


“Oh dear… Oh no, I… Preston, I'm so sorry—”

Without another thought, Preston pulled his mother into himself and kissed her. Biscuit pulled away, was stunned, then continued to kiss him back again. They both dreamed of this moment no matter how bad this was. It felt like heaven. An unbreakable secret bond between mother and son.

“I love you, mom.”

Biscuit had never heard him say it this way before.

“I love you too.”

Preston could never get tired of hearing those words from his mother’s mouth.

“I will go down there, so you can clean up. They won't know a thing.”

“Thank you, sweetie. Mommy will be there in a minute.”

With that, the two parted ways. Preston went to distract his father and sister while Biscuit quickly cleaned the floor, showered, then redressed herself. The day continued as normal, though deep down Biscuit knew she and Rooster would have to sleep togther soon… if not, then there would be no possible way to excuse the baby bump this lustful evening surely would result in just a few months down the line.
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