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“What a lousy day.”

Normally a person dreads working hours and feels liberated when they are finally over. But not Silas. The six-foot-tall young ram preferred his profession at the nearby lumber mill to coming back to a small cabin into the reality of hatred and intrusive thoughts. But he had to return, his heart skipping a beat whenever he opened the door. Would his mother still be breathing? Or just bruised, pretending that she only slipped on the dry floor?

“I’m home.” He announced, looking into the corridor. Not seeing anything ominous yet, he proceeded into the kitchen, where he found her, making dinner for them both. She was smaller than him, almost reaching up to his shoulders. Her eyes were bloodshot and she had a black eye. Jasper swallowed hard and walked to the cupboard.

“I’ll take care of this, mother.” The young ram said, not specifying if he meant the stew or his mother's state. He was tired of pretending that everything was alright and it was just their routine. Him coming back from work, Jasper felt bad for thinking such things. He should be happy he has a roof above his head and someone to share his meals with. But the only thing he felt was coldness and loneliness. His mother was never there for him, her eyes were always empty. The young goat knew she loved him deep down, but he couldn't help but feel abandoned by her. Silas was another story. He made sure Jasper felt the brunt of his anger and frustration.

Jasper's father was sleeping on the couch, the television on mute, while empty beer cans were scattered across the table. Silas was snoring loudly, not aware of what was happening around him. Jasper sighed in relief, knowing his father wouldn't wake up even if an earthquake hit the town. He took a clean rag from the bathroom and a bucket full of warm water. His mother didn't react when he cleaned the bruise around her eye. She just sat on her chair, staring into nothingness.

"Don't worry, mother, everything will be alright." He said, his voice cracking a little. He was worried about her, but what could he do? Jasper swallowed hard and looked at his father who was standing on the door frame. His expression was unreadable, but Jasper knew him enough to guess what would happen next. Jasper didn’t realize early enough, that the ominous snoring abruptly stopped. He felt a sting of panic and he thought of something to get himself out of this situation. He was about to come up with a lie when Silas interrupted him, standing in the doorway.

"What the fuck are you doing? Don't you have anything better to do?" He growled, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "Leave your mother alone and do something useful for once in your life." Jasper's breath hitched, as he tried to hold back a sob. He knew what his father was capable of, and he didn't want to face him alone. Although he knew well that the younger goat was the only one providing any money to this family, the father still dthe ared to put him in his place. "Where is my beer? I specifically told you to buy today, didn't I?"

The floor creaked under his weight. Jasper’s father gained additional rolls of fat during all those times whenever he was out of work, which was most of the recent years. The sizeable, heavy belly hangs quite low, pouring out of the dirty old shirt, covering most of his crotch. Several crumbs were still on his long, dark goatee, but there wasn’t anything majestic about that facial hair anymore, like when Silas was in his twenties. Jasper felt an urge to wipe them off, but he quickly shook his head. It was no use trying to make Silas look more presentable. He would only take it as pity and beat him up even more. So the young goat lowered his gaze and replied quietly:

"I'm sorry, father, but I couldn't afford to buy beer today..." Jasper regretted saying this almost immediately. Silas' eyes widened for a moment before his eyebrows furrowed so much they nearly touched. Jasper flinched, expecting to be hit. But instead of a flying fist, he heard loud stomping as his father went over to the fridge to see if what Jasper said was true. Silas pulled open the door with such force it almost broke off its hinges. There were barely any groceries inside, besides some eggs, milk, and butter. Jasper felt sick seeing his father rummage through the fridge, knocking down the precious few things he bought earlier.

"You lying piece of shit!" Silas roared, throwing the egg carton at Jasper. The younger goat yelped as yolk spilled all over him. "How dare you lie straight into my face? Are you mocking me?!" Jasper wanted to run away, but he knew that making a scene wouldn't do him any good. He wiped the yellow liquid off his face, but then he felt a strong hand grabbing him by the horn. Jasper cried out in pain as Silas dragged him towards the living room. Jasper managed to grab onto the table, but the older goat's strength was too big for him.

He screamed when Silas punched him right into his stomach. All air was knocked out of him as Jasper collapsed on the ground. He curled up into a ball and covered his face with his arms. Tears started streaming down his cheeks, and he bit his lip so he wouldn't cry out again. His father kicked him several times until Jasper stopped moving.

"Pathetic excuse of a son." Silas spat out, giving Jasper one last kick. "Useless piece of garbage, you're not even worth my time." He turned around and headed to the bedroom he shared with his wife. Willow looked up from her stew and watched her husband leave. Jasper could sense fear in her eyes, but she didn't say anything.

She never did. Jasper sniffled, holding back another sob. He wished he could save her from this hellhole, but he knew that he stood no chance against Silas. As long as he holds back his true capabilities, Jasper could only stand there and take it. But for how long does he have to endure all of this? Jasper slowly got up and limped to the bathroom. His clothes were stained with egg yolk, but he knew better than to leave them like this. Silas hated messes and would probably punish him again for not cleaning after himself. Jasper took off his shirt and threw it into the washing machine. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw bruises starting to form on his ribs. Jasper winced as he carefully touched them. He hoped that none of his bones were broken, but he couldn't tell just by looking at them.

"Everything hurts... Why me?" Jasper whispered, tears welling up in his eyes again. He washed his face and changed into a fresh set of clothes. He grabbed a broom and started sweeping the kitchen floor. He didn't want to risk provoking his father even further. Jasper heard muffled sounds coming from the bedroom and he shuddered. Silas must've been fucking his mother, although Jasper didn't understand why since she never seemed to enjoy it. Whenever he heard them doing this, something inside Jasper started to break. And that could be the last straw. He can't allow himself to fall apart completely. Jasper finished cleaning up and decided to go to bed. He was exhausted both physically and mentally. He climbed up the stairs and opened the door to his tiny attic bedroom. He closed the door behind him and locked it. He felt safer knowing that Silas wouldn't bother him here. But because of the impossible noise.

The grunts, panting, and begging for mercy haunted him thoroughly. He just sat under the door with hands covering his ears, unable to get what exactly went wrong. Was he too passive during all those years? Did he deserve to be treated this way? Jasper felt his body tremble violently, as he was reminded of everything bad that happened to him. Silas was always drunk and violent when he was angry. He took his frustration out on Jasper, often beating him up badly. But sometimes he also used other methods to torture him. Like locking him in a closet without food or water for days. Jasper learned to tolerate hunger, but thirst was always worse. His throat was dry and hoarse from screaming for help, but nobody ever came to save him.

"Take it, you stupid bitch! How come you never swallow, huh?" Jasper heard father's angry yells. He gasped and whimpered softly. He tried not to listen to the obscenities his father kept spouting, but it was harder said than done. Silas called Willow many names, usually insulting her intelligence, looks, and even her parenting skills. Jasper wondered if he was born different and and if his father would treat him better. Maybe if he was more assertive, he would gain respect. Then after audible slap followed by a heavy thud, something in the young goat's mind finally broke, feeling nothing but righteous anger. Jasper clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. He was tired of being weak and submissive. He wanted to show Silas what happens when you push someone too far. If he wants to act like an animal, then Jasper will give him what he asked for. The noises downstairs were replaced by sudden silence, and Jasper knew he had to move fast. He unlocked the door and sneaked down the stairs, trying not to make any sound. He reached the door to his parents' bedroom and pushed it open. He was met with the sight of a a bruised mother, her face flushed and hair disheveled. Silas was standing next to the bed with his raised fist. That was way too much for the youngest goat. He jumped on Silas and pushed him on the bed.

"Wha- Jasper?! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Father yelled at him, trying to sit up. But Jasper wasn't planning to let him go so easily. He straddled his chest and pressed him down into mattress. "Get off me you little shit! I'll teach ya-" His rant was cut short when Jasper slapped him across the face.

"Shut up, you drunk!" Jasper snarled. His pupils dilated as he stared into the older goat's wide eyes. Silas was taken aback by this unexpected attack. He looked up at his son with confusion written all over his face. "What the fuck are you talking about? Get off now, before I make you regret it." Jasper ignored his threat and pinned his arms above his head. He leaned forward until their curled horns almost touched each other. Jasper's voice was low and dangerous as he hissed: "You won't hurt mother ever again." Silas scoffed and rolled his eyes but Jasper could notice a hint of fear deep inside them. As if the old alcoholic never expected his son to finally grow a pair. Jasper grinned widely showing his sharp teeth.

"Or else what? You gonna slap me to death, boy?" His cracked voice was another proof of poorly disguised distress. Jasper chuckled darkly, his grip tightening. Silas struggled but failed to free himself from the younger goat's grasp. Jasper licked his lips hungrily, his gaze falling lower to father's exposed neck. He looked so vulnerable, helpless, unable to defend himself. Jasper could do whatever he wanted with him and he would be powerless to stop him.

"No, father... I won't kill you." Jasper whispered. "Not that easily at least." He continued, wrapping his strong hand around his father's weak throat. But there had to be something much more sinister, which that low-life truly deserved for all those years of suffering. The thing was, even then it looked bizarre, especially as either a weapon or a form of ultimate punishment.

Devouring him whole.

But not just a simple act, using his maw to eat that disgusting male. He had something far more powerful, right between his muscular legs. Silas' eyes widened even more when Jasper started lowering his pants, revealing a humongous shaft. Silas couldn't believe his eyes, looking at all those veins, bumps, and immense length. Jasper's dick was already leaking pre cum and the goat knew that his father would have no chance of surviving this. But Jasper didn't care. He positioned his pulsating member right in front of Silas' face. He grunted when he felt his hot breath hitting the sensitive tip.

"Ya gotta be kidding me..." The older goat choked out, trying to wiggle out of the younger's grip. Jasper smirked viciously and tightened his hold around father's neck. His member was already half erect, pulsating with anticipation. Jasper felt his heart pounding loudly in his chest. He never thought he would have a chance to do this to someone, especially his father. "I've always hated your guts. Now it's time to get rid of you once and for all." Jasper growled, bringing his cock closer to Silas' head. His father yelped and thrashed around, but he was too weak to fight back. Jasper rubbed his member against his father's cheek, smearing precum all over it. He groaned when the friction gave him a wave of pleasure. Jasper could feel his balls swelling, ready to release the load. He traced the tip of his dick along father's jawline, admiring how smooth and soft his fur was. Jasper inhaled deeply, taking in his scent. He smelled of cheap alcohol and cigarettes, but Jasper didn't mind. He found it strangely arousing, knowing father would soon be gone from this world. Jasper brought his cock to Silas' head, pressing it against his temple. The slit parted slightly, leaking more fluid on Father'sis face. Jasper moaned and began rubbing his length faster. He felt pressure building up inside him, his orgasm getting closer.

"I beg you two. Stop fighting!" Willow whimpered weakly with watery eyes, hating to see her dearest son in potential danger. But her drunk husband didn't stand a chance. Silas tried to turn away, but Jasper held his head firmly in place. He thrust his hips forward, coating the other goat's skull with slippery substance, reading him for inevitable as if those were digestive fluids instead of clear, thick pre-cum. Jasper grunted loudly as he shot a large amount of sticky liquid straight into father's left ear. Silas flinched and whined when a hot, slimy substance filled his eardrum. Jasper laughed and kept stroking himself, watching his seed trickle down father's face. "That feels so good... I wonder what your body feels like." He said while the shaft's exposed tip quivered, its slip getting wider and wider with each passing second.

"Please don't do it, son! I beg ya, spare me!" Silas pleaded, his voice trembling. Jasper ignored him and started pushing his cock against the older goat's head. Silas screamed as Jasper forced his massive penis somehow around the skull, taking that thick, empty head through the wide opened hole, including horns. It was a very tight fit, but Jasper knew he had to keep going. Silas thrashed wildly, clawing at the the younger goat's thighs. Jasper bit his lip, struggling to contain his excitement. He pushed father's head deeper until his mouth disappeared completely under swollen flesh. More and more of Silas' head sank deep inside his son's already bulging, gargantuan cock, resembling a massively thick column. Jasper moaned when he felt father squirming inside him. His movements caused incredible friction on Jasper's inner walls. Silas cried out desperately as the younger goat's organ devoured his head. His muffled screams grew louder as his shoulders passed through Jasper's urethra, forcing the young goat to widen it even more. Jasper groaned loudly when he felt father's upper body slide smoothly into his crotch. Silas wriggled violently, trying to escape, but Jasper refused to let go.

"Please, son. That's enough. You'll hurt yourself!" Willow kept sobbing, even when husband was close to his death, she thought only about Jasper's safety. He kept pushing father deeper into his meaty shaft, enjoying every moment of this, panting heavily while his cock throbbed painfully. He needed more space to make Silas disappear entirely, so he spread his legs wider before wrapping his arms around father's waist and pulling him close to his groin. His sack was stretched to the limit, but Jasper couldn't stop now, not when he was so close to achieving his goal. He pulled Silas' hips towards himself, making the older goat scream even louder. Jasper groaned as his father's entire body slid inside him. Jasper could feel Silas kicking frantically inside his dick, but he didn't care so he leaned backward, allowing gravity to do the rest of the work. Jasper gasped when he felt father slipping further down into his shaft. Jasper placed one hand on top of his crotch and gently stroked it. He moaned softly as Silas struggled to get free. Jasper moved his hand lower, tracing his fingers over bulging skin, he shuddered when he felt something hard hitting his palm. He pressed his fingertips into his flesh and Silas whimpered weakly. Jasper grinned and rubbed his belly, causing the father to groan and moan. He kept teasing his stomach until Silas stopped moving altogether. Jasper sighed contently and stood up, waddling towards the mirror. He checked himself out and smiled proudly when he saw Silas' silhouette protruding from his crotch area. He ran his hands all over his huge member, feeling his his father's body shifting slightly inside him. Jasper shivered and bit his lip as he stared into his reflection.

"Stop struggling. You're nothing more than a fodder, and soon melting into pure seed." Jasper whispered huskily, licking his lips hungrily. He turned away from the mirror, before finally realizing what he forgot about, right before hearing a faint whimper and sob right next to bed. His mother. Jasper approached her slowly, unsure what to say to comfort her. She looked terrified, but Jasper could tell she understood why he did that. Mother's eyes were filled with tears and Jasper couldn't bear to look at her anymore. He knelt beside her, placing his hand on hers. He squeezed it tightly, hoping that she would forgive him someday.

"Mom... I'm sorry. I didn't want to scare you... But I couldn't let him abuse us any longer. Please, understand that I did it to protect you." Jasper spoke quietly, afraid of her reaction. Willow sniffled and wiped tears off her cheeks. She looked up at her son, staring deep into his soul. Jasper swallowed nervously and waited patiently for his mother's response. He expected her to be furious, but surprisingly she only hugged him tightly. Jasper blinked a few times in surprise, but eventually returned the hug, wrapping his strong arms around her frail body. He rested his chin on top of her head, closing his eyes. He inhaled deeply, taking in her sweet scent. Jasper felt calmness washing over him, relaxing completely.

"It's okay, dear. I know you meant well, even though I wish you hadn't done it this way. But I understand why you acted like that. Your father deserved this. But promise me one thing..." Willow whispered, nuzzling Jasper's neck affectionately. He nodded slowly, waiting for mother to continue. "Promise me that you won't harm anyone else." Jasper stiffened at this request but quickly recovered and hugged his mom tighter. He didn't want to disappoint her, so he agreed. He promised to never use his powers to hurt people. They stayed together for a few minutes, embracing each other. Eventually they let go and Jasper helped mother stand up. But the short woman didn't want to let go, still hugging him tightly. Her hands wandered all over his head and torso, rubbing his skin affectionately. Jasper blushed and giggled quietly, feeling embarrassed. He enjoyed his mother's touch and hoped that one day he would experience this kind of affection. Her motions became bolder, exploring areas that weren't appropriate for such an intimate relationship. Jasper's blush deepened as his mom's slender fingers slipped beneath his stomach and grabbed his plump bottom. He yelped and backed away, looking at her confusedly.

"M-mom? W-what are you doing?" Jasper stuttered, his face turning redder and redder with each passing second. Willow smiled mischievously and leaned closer, pecking him lightly on the lips. "I just want to show my gratitude." She whispered seductively, her hands travelling higher. Jasper felt heat rising inside him. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, enjoying his mother's gentle caresses. He couldn't resist anymore, his arousal growing stronger by the minute. He couldn't believe this was happening, and even if it wasn't real, Jasper couldn't think straight, letting his instinct take control. Willow looked down, her eyes widened at the closer sight of his humongous shaft, pulsating violently, longer than a man's arm and twice as thick. Jasper's gigantic scrotum hung heavily between his legs its weight pulling him downwards. His enormous testicles were swollen with pent-up seed, trembling a pair of ripe melons, needing to be released soon. "Oh, my... Look how big and fat your balls are, baby boy. Let Mommy take care of you." She cooed, cupping his nuts lovingly. Jasper moaned and threw his head back. "O-oh, god. M-mom, please, no. I can't-" Willow cut him off by placing a finger on his lips, shushing him.

Looking into her eyes, Jasper realized she was under some kind of spell, figuratively speaking. A trance, caused by the sudden demise of her husband. Maybe she thought it was just a dream? Or was it a state of shock so severe, she couldn't think straight anymore? Jasper wasn't sure, but he couldn't refuse her. He wanted her too badly. So much, it made him forget all the reasons not to do this. He could lead her back to bed, but the young goat wanted to be taken care of right there and then. And Willow was eager to help. "Come on, darling. Let's have some fun, shall we?" She asked playfully, her hands wandering up his chest, stroking his muscular body. Jasper shivered and nodded, breathing heavily. His cock was already dripping, aching for release. The young male's balls tensed and throbbed, begging to be emptied. Willow kneeled before him and kissed his abdomen, her tongue brushing his skin. Jasper gasped and moaned as she licked her way down to his crotch. Maybe it was he who dreamed all of this, not recognizing his mother anymore?

She pressed her lips against his swollen testes, kissing them gently. Jasper groaned and bucked his hips forward, trying to force his aching sack inside her mouth. She chuckled and obliged, opening her maw wide. Jasper shuddered when she wrapped her soft lips around his scrotum. Willow sucked on his heavy orbs, swallowing large amounts of pre-cum, filling her mouth. Her hands roamed around his balls, unable to wrap them around those gigantic orbs. She pulled back, his sack slipping out with a loud slurping sound. Her gaze fell upon Jasper's pulsating dick, its thick, veiny shaft leaking pre-cum nonstop.

Willow took his member in her hands, spreading his slippery pre-cum all over his length. Jasper grunted and clenched his fists. He could barely contain his excitement, his heart pounding fast in his chest. The female goat began rubbing him faster and harder, jerking him off vigorously. Jasper's cock pulsated with need, his orgasm nearing rapidly. But he wanted more than a simple handjob, wanting to feel her body, them becoming one, single flesh. He forced Willow onto her legs, right before stripping her off her nightdress. She gasped in surprise but didn't try to cover herself. Instead she embraced him, pressing her breasts against his muscular torso. Jasper grabbed her buttocks and lifted her off the ground. Willow wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek lovingly.

"Do it, darling. Fill me. I can't wait anymore." She whispered, biting his ear. Jasper shivered and moaned, squeezing her ass cheeks, digging his claws into her skin. Willow yelped and clung to him tighter, burying her face into his chest. Jasper growled and pushed his hips forward, rubbing his tip along her pussy, coating her slit with precum. "Mmm, yes. Do it, son." Willow murmured, nuzzling his chest. Jasper couldn't hold it any longer, his dick twitching, ready to erupt. Suddenly, the muscular goat stood right behind the naked mother, trying to lift the petite figure and shove his dick into her.

Willow groaned when he penetrated her, stretching her walls wide. Jasper panted heavily, struggling to stay still. The female goat's muscles tightened around his length, sending a wave of pleasure through his body. Taking opportunity of her raised legs, he grasped them both from behind the knees, eventually raising them high, enough that her lower limbs were behind her neck. This new angle allowed him better access and the larger male pushed even deeper, reaching places untouched before. He started thrusting into her, his speed increasing, and the sound of their bodies colliding echoed throughout the room. Willow cried out and grabbed her son's arms, squeezing them firmly. "Fuck me, baby. I'm yours. Give me all you've got!"

Willow remembered poor Silas' tiny cock and how it was nothing compared to his massive one, already giving tenfold pleasure than his late husband during all those years of their marriage. How would she react when her son, the one she gave birth to, will penetrate her womb with his dick? Will it cause her pain or pleasure, or perhaps a combination of both? Jasper's mind went blank, unable to concentrate on anything other than his overwhelming need. He had no idea how far his shaft reached, but it didn't matter anymore, his cock throbbing violently, his balls tightening, ready to release the pent-up sperm. Jasper screamed, his voice echoing through the house.

A moment later, his body went rigid and he threw his head back, his jaws opened wide. His cum erupted like a geyser, shooting thick ropes of hot fluid straight into his mother's womb. Willow moaned as her insides were being flooded, filled to the brim. Jasper roared again, his semen gushing out, painting the nearby walls white, most of the semen mixed with Silas' very essence. The two of them collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily. Their minds were clouded by euphoria, not realizing the mess they created. For a tiny woman, it should be more than enough, but she craved more. "Give me everything. Please, son. Make me yours, and make yourself mine. Show me your true form." Willow said, her voice sounding different somehow, almost inhuman. Her words resonated inside his head and Jasper couldn't refuse.

"Yes, Mother. You are right. I should stop holding myself back. If you wish to see what I am, then I'll show you. All of you." He growled, his cock swelling once more, its thickness reaching its limit, forcing his urethra open. Willow squealed in excitement and pleasure as Jasper's meaty length pushed past her cervix, reaching deep into her womb, and stretching her walls further. The horned goat didn't waste time, fucking his mother passionately, grunting and growling. The bed creaked loudly, its springs squeaking and groaning as they were bent. It was clear that the wooden frame wouldn't withstand the rough sex for long.

But none of the lovers cared, their eyes locked on each other. Willow's gaze was filled with lust, her lips curled into a smile. Her body trembled, and her moans became louder and louder until they turned into screams of pure ecstasy. "I'm cumming! I'm gonna explode!" She shrieked, throwing her head backward, her body spasming uncontrollably. Jasper's cock swelled and his balls tightened. With a final roar, he came, his entire being shaking and vibrating, his eyes rolling back. His hot fluids spilled out of his mother's pussy, covering her legs and thighs.

Their orgasms lasted for a good while, their bodies quivering, their hearts beating erratically. When the bliss finally subsided, the couple slumped onto the bed, exhausted, breathing heavily. "That was amazing. Thank you, son. You were wonderful. I'm proud of you." Willow whispered, her eyes closing. "Anything for you, mother. Anything..." Jasper couldn't move a muscle. He was lying flat on his back, staring at the ceiling, his eyes glassy and unfocused. He was completely spent, his energy drained. He felt empty, his life force slowly flowing out of him. He sighed tiredly, his eyelids getting heavy. Soon, he drifted off into dreamland, the memory of the event replaying in his mind.

*****

A few weeks later, it seemed that the memory of their abusive husband and father was long gone. Jasper returned to his household without fear or regret. It was a quiet day, no one was home except him and his mother. The young man was busy washing dishes, humming happily to himself. Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him. Turning around, he saw his mother standing right next to the door, wearing only a towel around her waist, her hair still wet from her recent shower. Jasper smiled warmly at her and approached her, his arms spread wide.

"Good day, mother. How are you doing today?" He asked cheerfully. Willow grinned and wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his broad chest. "I'm great, thanks. I just finished my bath and thought I'd come downstairs to greet you." She answered, her eyes shining brightly. Jasper's heart skipped a beat, butterflies fluttering in his stomach. He couldn't resist his urge, to bend down and capture her lips with his. Willow gasped and closed her eyes, surrendering to his kiss. She leaned closer, pressing her small frame against his muscled form. They stayed like that for a few minutes, sharing sweet kisses, and enjoying each other's warmth. Willow placed her hand on her belly, feeling a new life growing inside. Hopefully, it had more of Jasper’s essence, than Silas’.

But all was well.