The Reason Beyond Reason
There's a reason I married a stallion. You can probably guess what that reason is too. I won't deny it and I'm not ashamed to admit it; there's nothing I love more than the feeling of an equine inside of me. Of course, he had a great personality as well, kind, funny, smart. But when it comes to physical attraction, a horse cock will always melt my mind. And I loved every inch of my husband's thick shaft... as often as I could.
Toby is our son. A good boy; he's active and studies hard, even makes me laugh on occasion. And he looks just like his father. I guess I should've seen it coming.
I woke early that particular morning. The sun was just rising over the ocean outside my window and its warm light was spilling into the bedroom. While stretching lazily, I pushed off the covers with my feet and let the sun's light bathe my naked body in its gentle warmth. It was a wonderful feeling which I couldn't help but indulge in for several moments. Absently I let my hands roam freely. My fingers pushed between my thighs and trailed delicately all over my bare skin. When my hands finally reached my breasts I wrapped my fingers around them and squeezed tightly. I felt as though I could have remained lying there for hours, but there were chores that needed to be done and the day was beginning without me.
Feeling frisky, I decided to leave my clothes in the draw and got up to make my way into the kitchen. I knew the house would be empty because Toby always got up before sunrise. He liked catching the waves that came with the early tide and didn't return until around ten, so I felt confident my whimsical behaviour would not be discovered. My senses tingled as I stepped through the house, every inch of my body exposed. The unusual sensation of an absence of clothing against my skin made me feel naughty, but at the same time excited me, physically and mentally. I felt almost like a child daring to sneak out in the middle of the night to grab a cookie.
Once in the kitchen, I put on an apron that hung around my neck and tied around my waist. I instantly thought of the girls I'd seen in some Toby's animes, the ones that wore nothing but an apron over the front of their well proportioned figures. However, unlike those girls, my G-cup breasts didn't quite fit behind the small veil of white fabric. My light brown nipples playfully peeked out from the sides of the apron along with much of my hips and thighs. Even at forty-two, I still had a well curved frame and perky breasts. I smiled to myself as I imagined my husband's playful reaction to my current choice of attire and then wondered why I'd never thought to wear such an outfit for him. The thought passed and I continued to begin my morning chores.
It felt a little odd at first, the familiar feeling of being covered sharply contrasted with the sensation of being bare and exposed. My mind was aware of every subtle shift and bounce of my large breasts, every rub of one thigh against the other, what could clearly be seen between them when I bent over; I was even more aware of my exposure than before and it was... exhilarating. Feeling sexy and provocative, I couldn't help but add a sensual sway to my hips as I moved about the house. On occasion I even caught my hand absently wondering, brushing against my sensitive skin and lightly fondling my bold curves. I decided that I would masturbate to something kinky after my chores were done.
When I was back in the kitchen, finishing up, I heard the door that lead out to the secluded path leading down the side of the house open behind me. Surprised, I spun around to see who was there only to find Toby standing in the doorway with a towel pressed against the side of his head. He must've been drying his hair when he opened the door and paused when he found me because he just stood there, his hand holding the towel in place. My breath caught in my chest as I stared at my eighteen year old son. But it wasn't being discovered like this that made my heart skip a beat. I guess he hadn't been expecting me to be awake yet because the only thing he was wearing was the towel pressed to his head and my attention was immediately seized by the long, thick equine member hanging between his legs.
No, this is wrong; he's my son, my mind said. I thought that I should look away, or turn around, but my eyes were transfixed. Already aroused by my own recent behaviour, I could feel my womanhood stirring between my thick thighs in response to what my eyes were seeing.
And then it moved. It was barely a twitch and for a moment I thought I had imagined it. But then it moved again, and this time there was no doubting it; the head of my son's thick, equine cock shifted slightly, lifting forward just a fraction. Was Toby becoming aroused? My eyes darted up to his and I was surprised to see that his eyes were lowered, not to the floor, but to my chest. Of all the emotions that could've risen within me at that moment, I never could've guessed curiosity would've been the one to surface.
My heart raced as I felt driven, compelled even, to know if it was true. Lowering my gaze once more, I watched my son's sizable member as I slowly lifted one hand and slid my fingertips just beneath the side of the apron. Skin moved against skin as I lightly glided my fingers upwards and over my erect nipple. The reaction was immediate and distinct. A surge of growth swelled within my son's member causing it to thicken and rise a little. It was true! Toby was aroused, and by me. Excitement seemed to flood my body from some place I could have never imagined existed. Without even thinking, I took my breast in my hand and squeezed, my nipple between my fingers, and watched with lustful delight as my son's arousal rapidly swelled.
It had been almost twelve years since I last felt the mind numbing pleasure of an equine shaft within my body, since the accident stole Todd from me. And now, standing before me, was another, long and thick, just like his father's. Presented with this opportunity my body ached to experience that glorious sensation once more. I wanted it. I needed it. The fact that he was my son mattered nothing to me and without hesitation or thought I acted.
By now Toby had lowered the towel from the side of his head and was just standing in the doorway. He watched in silence as I untied the apron and lifted it off before discarding it eagerly. My entire body tingled with anticipation as I gingerly stepped forward, the sole thought in my head, that magnificent cock. And it only continued to grow, lifting higher and growing thicker as my son was treated to the sight of my every curve. There was now nothing but air between us and as I watched Toby toss the towel on the floor, I couldn't help but only be thankful he was being receptive.
Like his father, Toby was taller than I, my eyes just barely level with his throat. And as I closed the gap between us, the head of his now fully swollen shaft pressed against my body. I paused for a brief moment, my breath catching in my chest as I relished the sensation of another godly beast touching my soft skin. When I moved forward once more, his thick, black member slid up my body and eventually pressed against the underside of my large breasts. My breathing quickened as my thighs began pressing together; my body knew what was coming and it ached for it.
His short brown fur tickled my nipples as the full volume of my bust slowly pressed against his well toned chest. My entire body felt hot, as though I were standing in a sauna. And with his member now snugly sandwiched between our two bodies, I could only look down at my breasts rubbing against the bare chest of my own son. But the feeling of his swollen flesh rubbing against my bare skin tantalised my mind and drove my senses crazy. Without hesitation I began to slide downwards, causing the flat head of Toby's shaft to peek through my cleavage. Upon seeing it emerge from between my round, perky breasts, I couldn't resist giving it a long, slow lick before kissing it lovingly.
Memories of giving my husband that same attention came flooding back to me. It all felt so familiar, but at the same time, new and just as exhilarating. Balancing on the balls of my feet, I allowed my legs to bend as I lowered myself, my knees parting as my thighs opened to expose my womanhood without inhibition. At that point I was helpless; I had given in completely and submitted my will to this addiction, and even though Toby couldn't see the plump lips at the top of my inner thighs, it still sent titillating shivers through my body to be baring myself in such a shameless fashion to him.
More of my son's long, thick shaft rose up from between my breasts as I slid my body down it. Like some living creature, I could feel Toby's member pulse with life against my own body. And like the mother I was, I wanted nothing more than to nurture this life nestled snugly in my bosom. Continuing to gently kiss the tip, I reached down with one hand to stroke the base of his erection, pressing my fingertips firmly against the channel that ran the length of that wonderful equine member. With my other hand I cupped Toby's testicles, fondling and squeezing them like a pair of large marbles. I knew he was enjoying the treatment because I felt his body shifting against my own, his hips bucking ever so slightly while he shifted his feet on the floor, widening his stance to brace himself.
It took only a couple of minutes for my experienced touch to coax out my son's thick, white cream. Pre-cum seeped forth like a spring and I let it dribble down to coat my chest and breasts, making them slick. I massaged the base of Toby's length, stroking and rubbing it firmly, driving him closer to the edge and urging him to release. And when he finally did release, I threw my head back, letting the high pressure jets of cum strike my throat. I could feel each pulse surge through his long, thick member against my body just microseconds before its warmth struck neck and chest. Like some shameless whore, I relished every moment of it.
When the surges of warm cream finally ceased, I eagerly licked clean the flat head of the still rigid manhood that was resting between, and fully encircled by, my ample breasts, then I stood up and turned away. But I did not turn away from Toby out of shame, or embarrassment, or regret; I simply turned from him so that I could lay myself upon the kitchen table, the polished surface of the wood feeling cool against my skin as my soft breasts pressed down against it. I leaned over forwards, parting my legs and presenting my womanhood to my son in a display of unconditional offering. I knew that he was not done, that he could still continue, and I so deeply desired him to do so.
Patiently, I waited, honestly expecting him to simply _impale_me, but to my surprise, he showed me the same passionate appreciation that I had just shown him. With fingers spread, he gently caressed the curved, cushion soft cheeks of my ass before firmly squeezing them. Then, he teasingly ran one thumb lightly upwards between my cheeks before pressing the palm of his hand firmly against my back, spreading his fingers out across the whole of my body. With one hand squeezing my ass, my son pushed against my back, running the base of his palm all the way along my spine. My body felt weightless thanks to Toby's touch, and my mind felt peaceful, but the desire between my legs still had not been sated. Not yet.
A thick bush of soft, auburn hair grew above and around the top of my sex, covering the upper half of my plump lips and thinning out lower down, creating a fade effect that left the lower half of my womanhood bare and smooth. I soon felt one of Toby's thumbs press against that bare area, his touch gentle as he stroked my cushion-soft, succulent lips. He then pressed lightly against one side, parting my lips with his thumb as though inspecting me, checking to see if I was ripe enough to be plucked. In response, my heart began to race within my chest. My body prickled at the thought of what was to come next, what I hoped would come next, what I wanted to come next. I felt my knees grow weak and my legs shiver as I allowed my full weight to press against the table in order to hold myself up. My whole body was begging for it, _aching_for that glorious feeling. Every cell in my brain told me that this was wrong, but my _body_just didn't care.
Toby's thumb soon pushed between my folds, sliding easily forward against my wet flesh, his digit no doubt becoming coated with my juices. Forward I felt him push, slowly rubbing the most intimate areas of my body, teasing and pleasing me at the same time. I almost wanted to shout at him to just put it in already, but the anticipation, this 'foreplay' was just as exhilarating; it would only sweeten the moment when it finally arrived.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, but was probably actually only a few seconds, I felt my son's thumb withdraw from my womanhood. But it was not the thick member I so longed for that replaced it, instead it was his fingertips. They did not slip between my hot, wet lips like his thumb had done, however; instead they brushed lightly over my plump mound, cupping and caressing, his fingers running through my pubic hair in much the same way his father used to enjoy idly doing. Toby might not have realised it, but he was more like his father than I had thought, and it only spurred on my excitement.
My next surprise came when I felt Toby's fingers move from my womanhood to my inner thigh. Confusion struck me for a brief instant as the first thought to cross my mind was that he seemed to be doing the whole foreplay thing backwards. But that confusion was quickly swept away when I felt my leg being pushed to the side, spreading my legs further and further apart. I offered no resistance and allowed my son to spread my legs as wide open as he desired them to be; so long as I got to feel that equine shaft deep within my body, my body would be his plaything to do with as he desired. However, parting my legs more didn't seem to be Toby's objective, at least not yet, as I realised my leg was being raised up, and then I was on my back. Toby had lifted my leg and rolled me over so that I was laying on my back on the table, and once in that position I couldn't help but look up at him. Our eyes met for a few brief moments and I saw in them more than just the shallow pursuit of sex, but a deeper admiration for my physical appearance, the voluptuous curvature and succulent softness of my body; he didn't just want sex, he wanted to _pleasure me_as well.
My chest rose and fell with my irregular breathing, the top of my breasts still covered in his thick cream. I lay on the table submissively and waited, watching to see what my son would do next. And as I watched, his gaze moved from mine and lowered, journeying slowly downward, over my blatantly born chest, then my belly, and finally coming to a stop over that which lay nestled between my legs. There seemed to be no shame within him as he completely soaked up the view of my exposed body. Did he not care that I was the woman whom had given birth to him?
Toby then stooped a little and hooked his arms under my legs, raising them up so that my knees bent at his elbows and my feet dangled behind him at the sides. I looked down between my cum coated breasts and watched as my son's rigid length slid up between my own thighs, causing my breath to catch in my chest as I felt his thick member press against and slide over my succulent, wet lips. My body ached, longing to feel that appendage inside of me; it was so close now that I was already on the verge of orgasm just from the anticipation. I felt as though a part of my body was missing and that soon it would be returned, and that then I would feel whole once more. Slowly Toby bucked his hips, rubbing the underside of his manhood over my own womanhood , pressing down against my mound each time he neared the base of his member. I could feel the channel that ran from the tip to the base of his length sliding against and between my folds, like a hot-dog in a bun. A light, whimpering moan escaped me as I felt like begging him, pleading with him to put it in me. I assume he understood what I wanted because a moment later he willingly obliged.
I've no idea what expression Toby had on his face when he finally entered me. My only thought was to watch eagerly as the flat head of his equine shaft was pressed against my thick folds, pushing them aside to find the entrance into my body between them, and then pushing forward into the heat that awaited within. But as my son's member slid deeper inside my body, my desire to watch was overwhelmed by the amazingly powerful orgasm that caused my muscles to spasm around that magnificent, thick piece of flesh. My back arched sharply and my eyes rolled back to stare blindly at the ceiling. If I cried out in pleasure, I don't remember. But I do recall my pelvis being unable to decide if it wanted to pull away or push further down Toby's rigid shaft while my fingers curled to form fists at my sides. My mind exploded with wave after wave of blinding euphoria as the seconds slowly passed, my entire body tense and my lungs clinging to the air within them as though letting it out would cause my instant death. I had forgotten how good it felt to have an equine buried deep between my thighs, and the build up of anticipation until now had only stacked on to the release of pleasure.
I could feel myself beginning to waver at the edge of consciousness when I was finally able to regain control of my body. As I emptied the air from my chest and then breathed deeply once more, I felt my heart racing, pounding inside my sore chest as if it was fighting to get out as well. But most of all, I could feel the throbbing, pulsing thickness of a long, thick horse cock deep within my sex, pressing against my inner walls and filling every corner. How deep was he? Had he pushed all the way in? Was he in my womb? Was that even possible? The thoughts raced around in my head like a chaotic cyclone but were soon brushed aside when I felt Toby slowly draw himself out, getting ready to push back in. I breathed deeply once again and prepared myself for the exquisite experience that had only just begun.
I was more than happy to watch as my own son's erection pushed eagerly into the vagina that had given birth to him eighteen years prior. Like his father, Toby had a thick bush of golden blonde hair that grew around the base of his jet black length, and like his father, it couldn't quite reach the darker coloured hair that covered the upper half of my own plump sex. My eyes were transfixed as the black skin of Toby's shaft became shiny from being coated in my juices, making it easier for him to slide in and out of me. At first, he had started off with long, slow thrusts, but soon adopted a more steady pace after I encouraged him by moaning, "Faster!"
It had been far too long since I had last experienced that sensation. In that moment I lost all sense of myself, where I was and who I was with. All that existed for me was that glorious feeling of an equine thrusting in and out of my body. I could only ride the river of pleasure as it washed me along the shorelines of conscious awareness and primal instinct. Indescribable bliss lifted me up, body and mind, causing me to writhe and arch atop the table.
"FA-A-ASTER!" I cried out, half whimpering and half moaning the word.
Toby moved my legs and spread them wide, out to the sides, and leaned forward over me. But even with his face just centimetres from my own, his eyes no doubt watching as my ample breasts rocked steadily up and down atop my chest, I could not focus my own sight on him; he, like everything else in my vision at that point, was nothing more than a hazy blur. With his hands resting on the table, propping himself up and giving himself more leverage, my son obliged to my demands and increased his pace. And much to my delight, it wasn't long after that another powerful orgasm washed over me, followed shortly by a third, which blurred into a fourth. At some point I felt my breasts being squeezed by Toby's fingers, fondling and caressing their full, round volume while his lips and tongue wrapped around and sucked on my nipples. I've no doubt that I moaned again, likely a few times. His attention to my body felt delightful, but those sensations were nothing to me as they were being drowned out by more powerful ones lower down.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I found myself wondering what thoughts were currently in my son's head. Had he been compelled to arousal by my curvaceous body as much as I was by his equine shaft? Was it just physical attraction, or did the fact that I am his mother, the idea of incest, have some part in him being so receptive to my invitation? Did he feel guilt or shame in his actions, knowing that what we were doing is so forbidden not just by law, but by so many religious beliefs and social standards? Or did he simply not care? I then caught myself wondering if this was as whimsical for him as it was for me, or if he had been longing to bury his manhood inside of me for years before hand. Regardless of the answers, I didn't care; another equine was inside of me and it felt as heavenly as I remembered it feeling, if not more so.
Eventually I realised that Toby's thrusts had become broken; the steady pattern of his movements were now irregular and his pace had slowed somewhat. I knew what that meant, that he was getting close to his own release. I didn't give any thought to the next decision to be made as I knew instantly what I wanted. Grabbing on to my son's arms, I wrapped my legs around his and hooking one ankle over the other, holding Toby in place. As if that were a sign he'd been waiting for, my son pressed on with renewed vigour, pushing his long, thick shaft as far into my body as he could. Each thrust was determined and purposeful, strong and full of resolve. My body shivered with delightful excitement at what was about to happen; my own child or not, I wanted his seed to fill my insides, and that is exactly what it did.
Toby's bucking quickly picked up pace as he no longer slid out of my body as far as before. And when he pushed back in, I could feel the head of his member pressing firmly against my womb. Again and again, faster and faster, until finally he put all of his weight behind one last thrust and pushed deep, holding his position while warm cream surged out of his body and into my own. I felt each and every throb and pulse as wave after wave of Toby's seed spilled into my womb, and soon out onto the kitchen table and floor. Shameless and satisfied, I let out a moan of approval and pressed my own hips down towards those of my eighteen year old son.
I lay on the table in the afterglow, my eyes closed as I revelled in the ecstasy just passed. My legs I let hang over the side of the table, allowing Toby to leave, but he remained inside of me for a minute or two longer, occasionally giving his hips a playful buck as he idly licked at my nipples. Eventually, though, he did pull out. As he did, I sat up to look at him, but didn't see his face as he turned away.
I don't recall much of the rest of that day except that neither of us really spoke much. Toby put on a pair of his surfer shorts, but I remained naked, although not for any particular reason. I guess I was just too overwhelmed to give getting dressed a thought. The air wasn't exactly awkward between us, just... silent. I didn't know how to approach him about our unexpected romp, or if it should be brought up at all. And I had no idea what he thought about it, _if_he thought _anything_about it. That is, at least, until later that night.
He'd said goodnight to me and gone to bed, while I stayed up for about half an hour more before going to bed myself. I don't know how long I lay in bed, naked and uncovered. My mind couldn't stop going back to that morning. Then I noticed Toby standing in my bedroom doorway. He said nothing as he calmly approached the side of my bed, his big, black equine member free of the shorts he'd been wearing when last I saw him.
Our relationship hasn't really changed since that day; I'm still his mother and he is still my son. Except, now we fuck two or three times a day. He is playful and prone to spontaneous bouts of groping and fondling, not that I mind. I've also gotten into the habit of wearing clothes that are... less than modest, giving him plenty to look at and easy access, which he eagerly takes advantage of.
He's just like his father.
We're also expecting a little girl, in October. I hope she will be just like her mother.