Horsin' Around with Mum 2

by OttersInTrousers

With a wet slurp, Edric yanks his still-spurting cock from his mum's twat and stumbles back, letting it belch the last dregs of his cum onto her ass and the floor between her hooves. The hasty retreat of his flared tip has left her equine pussy gaping, and he pauses just a second to admire the way his thick white cum drools out over her winking clit. Then the knocking picks up, and he's spurred once more, rushing to tuck his length back into his pajama pants and hobble to the door on shaky hooves, leaving behind his well-fucked mother to catch her breath where she's still leaning against the countertop.

When he returns a few minutes later, he's carrying a gift bag. She still hasn't moved.

"Aunt Jo said you're not allowed to open this until after I'm back at uni?” He holds the bag up by one finger through its loops—it's printed with cartoon snowpeople who resemble cock-and-balls.

“Ah, then I know what that is, and I won't need it until you're gone anyway.”

He shrugs and sets it down.

“Also, she told me to take a shower and get changed. She said it's 'improper for a young man of my age to be lazing about my own mother's house looking like this and reeking of sexual frustration'.” The flaxen chestnut stallion is topless, and his holiday-themed pajama pants are sitting low enough on his hips to be only barely above the base of his half-erect penis.

Without moving from where she's lying on the kitchen island, breasts squished beneath her, his mum asks him,

“Did you tell her it's none of her business what I let you do in your own house?”

“Uh, no.”

“How about that I'm the reason you look and smell like that?”

“Oh gods, Mum, no.”

“Good boy. Now get back over here and put another load in me, I was this close when she interrupted us and you pulled out.” She waves her butt back and forth and lifts her tail for emphasis. 

He obliges, stepping fully out of his trousers and pressing up against her back. Then he pulls his hips away, lines up, and slides his cock home.

The rapid slap of hips once again fills the kitchen as he sets immediately into a furious pace.

She turns to the side, freeing her right breast from between her body and the countertop, and he gropes for it immediately, admiring the way her nipple fills his palm. He captures it between his finger and thumb and squeezes.

“Ohhhhhh, yes, baby.”

Edric can feel it—she's close. He hammers in all the more enthusiastically, works her clitoris with his fingers between ball-slapping thrusts.

Then the phone rings. 

He turns to look at it, and his mum actually growls at him.

“Baby if you pull out to answer that phone I swear I'll ground you for the rest of your life make me cum!”

He stares at her, still hilted.

“We have an answering machine for a reason, baby. Fuck. Me.”

Ed shakes his head and redoubles his efforts.

-----

“I'm going for a run, wanna come along?”

He finds her curled up with a book under a fuzzy blanket in her reading chair, an overstuffed armchair she's had since he was a kid young enough to call it the Thinking Chair. She looks up at him over her glasses.

“How far are you going?”

“Probably just the quick loop. I think our, uh, activities are wearing me out too much for any more.”

“Haha, you and me both, baby. But a run sounds nice, and I bet the woods look lovely right now.” She sets aside her book, then stands and stretches.  The blanket falls away to reveal she's only in her underwear again—a pair of black string panties that must be magic for the way they cling to her, leaving indentations in her hips and a perfectly sculpted camel toe. Edric happily enjoys his eyeful of her exposed tits pulling up and out with the motion. “Give me a couple minutes to get changed—” she notices his staring, “—alone, or we'll just end up going another round instead. Go on,” she sweeps her hand at him, “get out so I can change.”

When Edric and his mum meet by the door, both find their eyes sweeping over one another. She has on a black pair of capri-length leggings and a teal zip-up jacket that's unzipped so far down it's obvious that all she has on under it is a black sports bra, her chestnut coat visible above and below. Meanwhile, he's opted for a university-branded pullover hoodie and a pair of black basketball shorts.

“You gonna be warm enough like that?” He asks as she stretches out her legs one last time.

“Oh I'll warm up fast once we get going, don't you worry,” she dismisses. “Hope you wore a jock, baby,” she offers as she passes him to be the first one outside. He lifts an eyebrow in confusion and follows.

About thirty seconds away from the backdoor towards the trail through the woods, he realizes what she meant about a jock. Following behind her, he has a perfect view of her ass in those leggings—is she wearing a thong? Or only the leggings? He doesn't know—as she sets the pace for them, and his lengthening third leg makes things difficult, swinging around freely. After a particularly loud slap of cock against thigh leads to her cringing for him, he slows his pace with a sigh.

“Just a sec, Mum.” He reaches down his shorts, hefts his cock up, and uses the waistband to trap it against his front, hidden beneath the extra bulk of his hoodie. “Alright, this'll have to do.”

She giggles at him.

“Sorry baby. How about you set the pace for a bit, and if it gets too bad for you maybe we can have a quickie in the woods.”

He blinks owlishly. His cock visibly throbs against its bindings.

“Mum you can't just say things like that!”

That only has her laughing harder.

The woods really do look beautiful. There's just enough accumulated snow to give the conifers that perfect winter feeling and quiet the world just that little bit, without posing any problem for their run. Edric's mum stops a few times to pull her phone from the pocket on her thigh and take photos. It gives him a chance to look at her, really see her, without the haze of lust clouding his vision—or, at least, less of it.

It's uncanny, how beautiful she is. 

Her dark chestnut coat is gorgeous, obviously well cared for, with a hint of a sheen of sweat from their run. She has a white star, a lozenge-shaped spot right between her eyes that he realizes matches his almost exactly. Her mane and tail match her coat color, both equally well-groomed and shiny with health. Her leggings/sports bra/unzipped jacket combo does little to hide her figure, and what a figure. Her large, hefty breasts strain against against her top. Her midriff, exposed by her jacket sitting too high and her leggings too low, is soft, with just the right distribution of fat to be slightly rounded. Her hips flare out wide, giving her a hypnotic sway to each step. Her butt and thighs are thick and plump, squeezable. 

And underneath all that softness, he has discovered recently, is powerful muscle. She is deceptively strong and fit for her figure, most recognizable in the shape of her back, where lines of cut muscle have little to hide them from his eyes. She carries herself with a strength and confidence that he's a little jealous of, if he's honest.

But it's not just her physical attractiveness that's caught his attention. Out here, a dusting of snow caught in her mane, smiling so bright, watching birds flit around between snow-laden branches, she looks joyous. Happy in a way he's not sure he's ever seen her before. Seeing her this happy, knowing he's some part of that happiness, makes him want to be better, makes him want to help her stay this happy, makes him feel—

Makes him feel like he may be in love with her. It's only been a couple days since their relationship took a turn into the sexual, though, surely he's jumping the gun with that thought. He'll have to give that one time.

Edric is violently ejected from his thoughts by a snowball exploding right between his eyes. He stumbles back with a snort, sputtering and shaking his head, as his mum rushes over giggling out an apology.

“Oh, I'm sorry, baby. You were gone for a second there and I thought it'd be fun, but I wasn't aiming for your face, are you okay?” She reaches up to brush snow from his mane.

“Yeah, I'm alright, just surprised me.”

She doesn't step back. She stays there, right in front of him, in his space, looking up and smiling. He leans down and places a quick kiss to her lips.

“Mm. Love you, baby. What was that for?”

“I dunno.” He shrugs. “No reason. You just look so happy and beautiful out here, I wanted to kiss you.”

“What a sweetheart.”

She takes his hand, pulls him to start walking, then guides his arm up and around her shoulders, leaning into his side.

“Let's walk together. We can get back to running in a bit, but I want to spend a little extra time with my man.”

He squeezes her closer, and she rests her head against his shoulder.

-----

When they make it back, they've both worked up a sweat. When she pauses by the door and turns to him he notices her state of dress. The run has left her with a remarkable camel toe, where the center seam of her leggings—she's definitely not wearing anything under them—has been swallowed by her equine labia.

“Enjoying the show, baby?” She pries the fabric from between her pussy lips and smooths it out—it's soaked, and it can't be just from sweat.

“That's just not fair.”

“You'll live.” She pats the side of his muzzle, and he can smell her pussy on her fingers. “Now, I need a shower to wash the stink off. Wanna join me?” Spotting the immediate wobble at the front of his shorts, she adds, “No funny business until we're cleaned up, mister.”

“How about if I'm good you let me do you against the shower wall?”

“You know I can't refuse shower sex, baby. Just not until we've both washed up. I don't want your dicksweat in my cooch.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

As soon as they make it under the water, she lathers his cock, rinses it, then blows him to a rapid and mind-blowing orgasm. When she finishes swallowing his load, she pulls back with a self-satisfied smirk.

“There, that ought to keep you under control for a bit.” She pats his thigh and leaves him to catch his breath leaning against the shower wall.

-----

They're in bed together again, spooning. Ed's toying with her tit with his free hand while she rests her head on the biceps of his other arm. His softening cock is still inside her, another load basting her passage. 

A realization hits him and he sits up in a panic.

“Oh shit! It's Monday!” His sudden jerk has him jostling his mum's hips.

“Oh, careful. And language. What's the matter?”

Her calm is unexpected.

“Uh, shouldn't you be at work?”

She laughs.

“No, baby. Lay back down before you make a mess of the sheets.” When he complies, she moves his hand back to her breast. “I took the week off. Next week, too. I wanted to be here, with you, for your whole winter break.” A pause. “I thought I told you before?”

“Oh.” There's a pause as he reflects on her words. “What would you have done if we didn't end up together?”

“You're my son. I still would have loved being with you, baby, even if I couldn't be with—” she grinds her hips back against him to emphasize her meaning, and his cock gives a little throb inside her, another weak spurt, “—you. I told you it would be okay, and I meant it.” She takes hold of his hand, which has ceased its kneading during this exchange, and laces her fingers with his. “I love you, Edric.”

“I love you too, Mum.”

“But let's be clear, I much prefer the way things turned out, with you plowing me every couple hours.”

That gets an awkward bark of laughter from him. He gives her a full-body squeeze and presses light kisses along the side of her muzzle until she reaches up to hold his head still against hers so she can nuzzle him.

“My boy, my wonderful young man. I love you.”

“I love you too, Mum. So much.”

“Just you and me, two weeks of just you and me.”

“Mmhmmm.”

“Give your mum another load, mm?”

“Like this, or you wanna switch positions?”

His mum hums in thought.

“Like this. I don't wanna have to move right now. Just make gentle love to me while we spoon.”

He smiles against the side of her muzzle then places one last kiss there. His cock is already on its way to being fully erect again.

“I can do that.” He makes the first slow roll of his hips. “Love you, Mum.”

“Mm, I love you too.” She sighs, scoots her hips back to give him a better angle. She finds it, giving him full access to her vagina and causing his tip to drag along her g-spot on every pass.

He shifts, freeing his lower arm from under her head to get both his hands on her breasts. He squeezes them, kneads at the flesh.

“You like my tits? You like your mummy's big honkin' tiddies?”

“Gods, yes. They're so big, so soft.” He switches it up, begins passing his hands from their bases, up and out to pull at her nipples, then back. “And you're all the time walking around with no bra on, most of the time topless. I have to fight not to reach out and grab 'em.” He gives them a rough grope and she moans. “Play with 'em.” He jiggles them about. “I wanna bury my face between them, or suck on them.”

“Oh, baby. I'd probably let you, if you ask.”

“I might.”

It's difficult, keeping his pace languid, when all his body really wants is to frantically rut against her until he blows again. But they've done that—they've done that a lot already—and she asked for gentle.

So, despite the throbbing need, he keeps it gentle. Slow, steady, in and out.

“Ohhh, baby. Oh, Edric. This is wonderful, baby.” She nuzzles her head back against the side of his neck. “I love you, so much, baby. This is so nice I could cry.”

He returns her nuzzle. She nickers against his throat, soft and loving, and moves a hand down to start rubbing at her clit.

“I'm getting close, baby. Keep at it, keep playing with my tits.” She really didn't have to tell him to do that.

He feels when she arrives before him. Her pussy clenches, squeezes so tight, then sets into rhythmic contractions that seem to pull his cock deeper, suckle at it. He hilts in her, and rides the wave of her orgasm to his own.

He grunts a sigh as the first blast of his cum enters her. At the presence of his semen, her contractions redouble.

“Mmmnnnn, there you are, baby. There it is. I love you. Let Mummy have it all, right there, deep as you can go.”

“I love you, Mum.”

-----

“So what was in the mystery bag Aunt Jo brought over?”

They haven't made it back out of bed yet. They have managed to shift around, her perched on his hips with her ear over his heart.

“Oh, just a dildo.”

“Then, why did she say you had to wait to open it?”

“She probably doesn't want you to know your Mum is a fully-realized person with sexual needs like any other warm-blooded mare.”

“She knows that I know you had to have sex to get pregnant with me, right?”

“Heck if I know, baby. She's repressed.”

“She brought you a dildo in a bag decorated with cock snowmen!” He's laughing, incredulous.

“Haha! So she's weirdly repressed! I don't know what to tell you.”

As they both settle down from their giggles and she sits back to look at him, Edric leans forward and places a soft kiss to her nipple. She hums appreciatively.

“Here I am gossiping about my sister's sexual repression with my son, who is in a very sexual relationship with me. Maybe I'm the deviant here.”

“Maybe. But that's okay, so am I.” 

“A mother and her son, just a couple of deviants in love. Making love.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“And I like the sound of you plowing me one more time before we go figure out what to do about dinner.” She rolls off him and onto her back, spreading her lips with her fingers.

He obliges.