In Her Body
Part two of two

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)
Commissioned by anonymous

I woke suddenly, fumbling at the bed. It felt wrong: too soft. The sheets tangled around my legs and hooves – hadn’t I gone to sleep sleeping on top of the covers? That was wrong, that was weird, and my chest heaved as I struggled from a bed that felt too low, strangely so.

“What the…”

That wasn’t my voice! It was too light and too soft. I clapped a hand over my lips and glanced around, the dim shapes of chests of drawers and a wardrobe with an engraving on the doors coming into view, though the bedroom was mostly cast into darkness. The only light I had to see by came from the upstairs hallway light, beyond the bedroom door, and the weak streetlight filtering in through the window.

My heart pounded and I staggered to the bathroom that I knew was there. For I wasn’t in my room at all.

It was my mom’s room. How the hell had I ended up in there? Maybe there was a part of me that understood what had happened, but I didn’t yet want to acknowledge it.

For that would have meant something had gone terribly, terribly wrong…

I stared into the mirror, my lower jaw dropping, though I couldn’t see all that much of myself as the dim light filtered through into the bathroom. I slammed my hand into the wall, blindly groping for the light switch, before remembering that mom had a strange, dangling light pull-cord for her bathroom. It always threw me off if I ever needed to use her bathroom when renovations were going on or the like in the house. I hadn’t needed to use her bathroom, however, since we’d had my room re-painted.

“Oh, no…”

As the light came on, it wasn’t my face that greeted me but the brown, bay face of my very own mother. Whereas I only had a tiny sliver of a star between my eyes, as the term for equine facial markings went, she had a full, bold stripe struck directly down the centre of her face and quivering, delicate nostrils. The shape of her face was also, of course, a lot more feminine than mind and her hands slenderer as I tentatively raised one of them to my muzzle, brushing the side.

“This can’t be happening…”

I muttered to myself and yet it felt like someone else was in there, talking, for it was not my voice. A silk robe draped haphazardly around me and yet I merely stared, slightly slack-jawed, at my own reflection. It had tugged to the side, revealing half of a boob, and I laughed faintly, though it didn’t seem natural coming from my lips.

But…I didn’t seem to be in pain in any way or have anything seriously wrong with me, bar for the fact that I had clearly woken up in someone else’s body entirely.

Not just someone else’s body… But the body of my own mother. Who had been in season for what seemed like months to be, infatuating me and draining me of any ability to resist my own sexual arousal.

“Huh.”

I took another shrewder look at myself in the mirror, taking in the rise of my breasts pressing out through the silk robe. I wasn’t wearing a bra, I realised – but that made sense, since clearly mom had been sleeping. My nipples gently rose into the fabric, making defined little peaks, though it was kind of a nice feeling.

Did mom feel that every time her nipples grew firmer? It was a strange thought to have, though something warm spread through my body and I couldn’t hold it back. There was a part of me, a rather large part, that didn’t want to hold it back either. 

I checked the door, as if I expected my mother to walk in on me while I was in her body, but there was no one else there and no one else in the house. Maybe that meant that my mom was in my body? But I should have been safe enough there as I gently followed the string of need within me, trailing a hand lightly down my front where the robe graciously opened up for me.

My hand found the sash holding the robe closed around the waist and I gently undid it, pulling it free in an easy motion. It was almost sensual how the robe fell open, the silk caressing my coat as its release exposed my body.

“Oh…”

I took a breath, something flowery catching my attention, but that had to be mom’s body wash or something like that. Yet my eyes were on her breasts, and her exposed nipples, which rose darkly through her short coat of hair. Horses had fur – but it was different to that of other anthros, lying closer to our skin more often than not. We fluffed up a bit in winter, however, so we had that going for us too.

I rolled my shoulders back to allow the robe to slip from me entirely, leaving a female body standing before the mirror clad only in a pair of matching, purple silk panties. Flowers were lightly embroidered over the front of them and I traced my fingers over the pattern, for it gave me a focus. Regardless, I could feel exactly how they hugged the curve of my ass as if they had been designed just for my body.

My body. Not my mother’s – not while I was in it. Maybe it was that thinking that pushed more sensible lines of thought from my mind, though there was no telling, not really.

“Mom, you are pretty beautiful.”

I blushed just saying that. It was true, but it felt kind of dirty when I was looking at a mare’s body, my mind stuck in there. Slowly, I ran my fingers over my right breast, circling the nipple without actually touching it. In a way, that felt like going too far, though my tail swished against the backs of my legs and seemed to urge me on.

I couldn’t help it that the body I was in wanted me to explore it.

So, my hands slid down again, more confidently following the defined line of my obliques, all the way down to my hips. The silk panties were something of a barrier, yet I still reached lower, easing over the rise of my hipbones, which were so much more defined than they were on the body of a male. Well, any guy I’d seen, at least. I didn’t have much experience on that side of things, knowing that I was straight – so I didn’t tend to ogle guys.

My mother’s body yearned to be touched, however, and my hands moved without me actively thinking about it – or so it seemed. I cupped both breasts at once, surprised by my own actions, and gave them a little squeeze.

“Oh, that’s…”

My head swirled and I licked my lips. Even the sensation of my thick, fleshy tongue sweeping between them was different. How could something so small have such a different feel to it? It was impossible to say, even at a time like that, though I didn’t mind. Maybe everything there, in the body swap, was merely for me to explore, for me to enjoy. I rather liked the thought of that.

I dragged my fingers up over my nipples, enjoying how they perked against my hands, like they were trying to get my attention. Could nipples do that? My head spun again and I spread my hooves apart a little more, just so I could balance myself more evenly.

Rubbing around my breasts only seemed to bring a throbbing, rushing flare of heat to my body. My hips rocked forward ever so slightly and I groaned in the back of my throat, more than a little confused by all the sounds coming out of me. They didn’t seem natural, didn’t seem to belong to me. And yet there was a strange sense of it being “me” at the same time.

The two things didn’t line up together as I squeezed my breasts and followed the lust of another body. Without thinking, I pinched my nipples, gasping at the sharp lance of pressure and light pain that shot through me. I’d never tried that before, but my mother’s body understood that it was pleasurable too, that I ached for it and that sharper touch at the same time.

Being pleasured as a mare, that was for sure, was nothing like taking pleasure as a stallion. It was softer and more sensual, coming with a gradual, driving rise to it, as if it was a wave that would not collapse back into the ocean until it had reached its peak: no exceptions. 

As I rolled my hips forward slightly, digging my fingers into the flesh of my tits, I realised there was something dampening between my legs. I groaned and licked my lips again, getting a little more used to the centre of balance of my new body – at least for the time being. Leaving my breasts alone, I reached between my legs and allowed my knees to bend a little, stroking gently between them as an electric thrill shot through me.

The folds of “my” pussy tingled as I brushed over them, although I swallowed my need the best that I could. There was definitely a damp spot down there and I pulled the panties away from my new, female sex to expose them to the air.

“Ohhh…”

I exhaled in a moan as I couldn’t stop myself from sliding them all the way down my long, suddenly very shapely legs, though there was a nice, feminine curve to my thighs too: I liked that. I liked that very much, in fact. With my purple panties off and on the bathroom floor, I was free to explore more as I pleased, sliding my finger more boldly against my folds.

They were the folds of a mare, winking and twitching against my hand as I pressed the heel of it into my sex, trying to work out what felt good. Yet I wanted to feel inside, battling between my curiosity and the mare that wanted to be pleasured.

Was what I was feeling my mother’s season? Like the heat that went through her when her body urged her to breed, to find her mate? I wasn’t sure. It was hard to say regarding something like that, for it was not as if I’d ever got the chance to experience it before. Everything I felt then was for the very first time.

Eagerly, I sank my fingers between the twitching folds and sought her entrance. A glistening trail of moisture easily led me right as my mother’s inner, velvety passageway clenched and grasped my finger as if it was trying to drag the digit deeper. Without thinking about what I was doing, I felt another finger sliding into my sex and pushing deep, curling lightly up inside my body.

“Ohhhh…”

I groaned again, though I didn’t seem to be able to do much else there. The sounds simply leapt from my lips as if they were old friends. Was that what my mom sounded like when she was horny? Or even when she was with my father?

It was tricky to determine whether that was something I wanted to think about or not, for the stallion in me reeled from thinking about my parents together while the mare raced for it. 

Still, I pressed on, my fingers dragging out with a gleaming coating of my own arousal. It strung out between my two fingers as I scissored them apart, fascinated by how different the mare’s body was. Damn… I really needed to have sex, if only to feel what it was like and start working out more of what I liked when I was with a mare. Bar some groping and touching, kissing too, I hadn’t really gone far at all with a partner, though I wanted to have that connection with someone first. With the kinds of anthros in my community, that hadn’t come to light yet, but I was still hoping to find the right one.

The body I was in didn’t care, not as I pressed my thumb into a swollen nub – and instantly realised with the rush of hot, roaring pleasure that I’d found my mother’s clit. I leaned against the wall with one shoulder, half-eyeing myself up in the mirror, although I couldn’t see all that much of myself anymore. 

It didn’t matter, not as I dug two and then three fingers into my hungry sex, following the wink and pull of the soft folds around my fingers. My body could be my own guide as I pressed on, my thumb grinding out over my clit, though it was hard to do everything in a rhythm that pleased my mom’s body. I wanted to be smooth and seamless – and yet it felt like there was only so much there that I could do too.

“Oh… Oh, yes… Please… More…”

The words left my lips more and more naturally, although I tried not to think about it too much. Heated lust seared through me as if there was liquid fire in my veins and I worked my fingers deep into my wet, sloppy pussy with increasing ferocity. Droplets of my arousal, however tiny, splattered with every thrust of my hand, though I had to have it as my head fell back and my nostrils flared.

“Oh… Ohhh… Ohhhhhhhh, yessssssss!”

I whinnied too shrilly as an unexpected climax washed over me, dragging me under the swell of the rising tide. I hadn’t expected the tightness in my groin to push me into such a tumultuous orgasm, yet there was no sense in me otherwise, not then. Groaning and moaning, a helpless mess as arousal soaked my hand, juices dripping down my fingers and streaming over the lines of my palm.

It was so different to cumming like a stallion and my legs buckled, weaker at the knees than I wanted to be. Coming back to reality with a light sheen of sweat darkening my coat and my chest rising and falling more sharply, I blinked, trying to understand the warm, sweeping glow inside me. And just why it had not satisfied me like it should have.

I would have been happy and warm and relaxed if I’d cum as a guy – but a mare’s body in season was by far not the same, apparently. If anything, I felt more randy than before, grunting in the back of my throat and rolling my hips forward, practically grinding on to my own hand.

“Oof… What…is this? Why can’t I get what I need?”

It was worse, unbearable heat smouldering through me, making me gasp and heave as I tipped forward lustfully. I dug my fingers into my pussy again, following the urgent wink of the folds, as if that would guide me at least somewhat in the right direction.

Yet it was not enough, even if I couldn’t say why it wasn’t enough. Panting harder, my nostrils flared, my nipples hard despite the roiling heat of my body. Maybe I just didn’t know enough about a mare’s body to get it off as I wanted – and I cursed my lack of experience for that alone.

Once I’d started, I couldn’t stop, straining and working myself up to another whimpering climax. That one was just as powerful as the first, though I was better prepared that time for how it threw me into orgasm without a care for how ready or not for it I was. It ripped through me and I dropped to my knees, my juices dripping to the floor as I let it come, pumping and working my hips as my tail flagged.

I can’t do it… It’s not enough! 

I had to find something, anything, to satisfy my need – or get out of the body! Desperately, head spinning, I staggered upright again with my hooves scraping over the bathroom floor to kick the mat aside. I just had to get out, finding a way to walk, however wobbly I was in the throes of rampant need, to my own bedroom. 

If I just wake myself up, maybe I can get out of this. Like – SNAP! And I’ll be right there and back in my own body without anything to worry about. I can end the spell and actually just get on with things!

I should never have tried the stupid spell in the first place.

That much, I could definitely agree with. If I’d wanted to actually swap into a mare’s body, thinking through the consequences, it would have been a mare who wasn’t in season, for that was clearly too much to deal with. However, I didn’t want to think through it too much as I stumbled hastily back into my bedroom, my body sound asleep on top of the bedsheets.

“Hey! Wake up! Snap out of it!”

Grabbing my body by the shoulders, which was trippy enough as it was, I shook it roughly. That was how anthros woke up others in a hurry, wasn’t it? I’d watched plenty of bad TV and, frankly, I’d never needed to wake up someone in a rush like that before, which was probably a good thing.

Yet my body slumbered, chest rising and falling in sleep. That was reassuring in the sense that my body was still alive and I wasn’t going to be stuck as a mare forever, but I still had to find a way to end the spell!

It was nearly impossible to think straight as I grabbed the book on the bed, rereading the ritual and spell to see if there was anything there at all about how to end it. 

“Nothing on that page… Oh, god… Ah…”

I turned the page to dig into the ritual, more lines of text coming along with notes in the margins.

The ritual will end at the following dawn after casting, not a moment sooner and not a moment later.

I swore under my breath as I read, my legs quaking even then.

“Just fucking great…”

It was so wrong to hear my mother’s voice swearing that I almost laughed out loud. So, I was stuck like that until the next dawn – but that could be okay, right? Mom wouldn’t know anything about what had happened, I was sure, for there was nothing at all in the spell about what would happen to the other one, the one whose body I was in.

Sighing, I turned back to my bed and body and stilled instantly. I’d gone to sleep naked, as usual, and my cock and balls were hanging out. I hadn’t expected to be unsheathed, though maybe my mother’s scent was getting to my body even then.

“Whoa…”

I shook my head, though I didn’t seem able to take my eyes off my softly dropped cock, the grey skin out and smooth, almost tantalising. I understood that: I wanted to masturbate and that was how I did it. Otherwise, I didn’t think too much about how I was staring at myself, even if it was strange to look at myself from an entirely different angle to usual.

My body, however, was not completely unresponsive as I stared at it, my cock twitching there right before my eyes. I grunted in the back of my throat, ears twitching to point forward as the stallion’s shaft rose, slowly but surely. It was like watching it all happen in slow-motion, even if I was there for every tiny moment, my cock patiently taking a little more blood into it to pump up and grow thicker and higher. 

I didn’t realise then that all the pheromones from my mother’s body had been filling the room at that time, making it harder and harder for my male body to resist. It was my body, my real body – and it had been struggling with the overload of my mother’s scent for too long already. It wasn’t fair on it, not in the slightest.

My fully erect cock bounced before me, though it was strangely disassociating to see it like that and not feel any of the usual sensations. I blinked at it and cocked my head curiously, my eyes tracing the line of the flat, semi-flared tip. It would not fully bulge out in a proper flare until the point of orgasm, though even I had to admit that it was a rather big shaft. That was just how I was built.

Yet I drooled lightly, not taking my eyes from my dick. My fingers lightly rubbed over my clit, though I was more interested, for some reason, in my own cock than I was even my mother’s body – the body I could actually affect and please, in some way, at that moment.

“Mmm… Oh…”

I exhaled and let out little, breathy moans, turning my head lightly from side to side. There was tension in my neck, running down every line of my body, though I didn’t think even orgasm would sweep it away that easily. Somehow, watching my own body become erect, my cock throbbing before my eyes, was hotter than seeing my mother masturbating in the shower, though both ideas were appealing to me.

Like they came together perfectly, as mare and as stallion. But what did that thought mean to me?

“Unff… Wait… No…”

I breathed out through my nostrils, licking my lips, though that didn’t seem to help in the slightest. I rubbed the front of my pussy, fingers curling between my legs and stroking over my folds. It was unconscious how my fingers dipped between them, squelching into the wet heat of my cunny, though they were not enough. I already knew what would be “enough” for a body that riddled with heat, but I didn’t want to admit it – for I had to get through it myself.

It was all I could hope to do, huffing and puffing hotly, feeling the rake of my own breath tickling over my nostrils with every single pull of air into my lungs. But every breath merely dragged even more of my own scent into my body, even as I whined and dug my fingers furtively into my pussy.

“Fuck… No…”

It was still wrong to hear my mother swearing like that, though I tried not to think about it too much. My ears rang dully and I shook my head, though it did nothing to clear them.

I paced in closer, feeling my pussy pull and wink with every shift in my body. A long string of thick arousal drooled from my folds, escaping me even as my body signalled just how ready it was to mate. Without thinking too much about what I was doing, I slowly extended my hand and stroked my own shaft – but on the body that remained on my bed.

It pulsed against my fingers and the palm of my hand as if in time with my winking pussy and I grunted. I’d masturbated so many times before and I followed the lure of my huge dick as I closed both hands around as much of it as possible, slowly pumping up and down the shaft.

It’s my cock, I thought. It’s alright. This is just… Just masturbating, there’s nothing wrong with that.

Yet it wasn’t my hands on my cock but my mother’s hands, teasing up and down as it pulsed within my grip. I moaned, a strangled, low sound, and watched avidly as a bead of pre-cum blossomed from the urethra, balancing precariously right at the head of the shaft.

Taste it.

The thought leapt unbidden into my mind and I shook my head, my mane ruffling down the line of my neck. I wanted to…and I didn’t want to, the thoughts existing at the same time, entirely in conflict with each other.

It was wrong…and it was right. I pulled back, however, playing back and forth with the idea.

It was my cock, but I was also in my mother’s body…so that definitely made it wrong. That meant I couldn’t do it, couldn’t taste my own pre-cum and suck my own cock, regardless of how much I wanted to. Groaning, I half-closed my eyes, but when I blinked it looked like I was much closer to my cock than I had been.

Mere inches in fact, that hard, anxious length desperate for stimulation. I inhaled sharply, surprised by my proximity. Yet it was that very breath that was my undoing as a musky hit of my arousal slammed into my senses. I moaned aloud, lips parted, already lowering, though I was really exulting in the scent of an aroused male who was ready to breed. And “he” was right there in front of me, aching to fill me!

My thoughts ran wild and, before I knew it, my lips had parted fully and my tongue darted out, sweeping sensually over the head of my cock. I lapped up that pre-cum as if it was the key to eternal life and still I wanted more. I moaned, my body exploding with heat, tail flicking up as my pussy winked furiously.

I needed him – that stallion! Despite knowing who I was, I vaguely recognised that the body on the bed was mine and not that of a random stallion, yet that didn’t mean I really wanted to fuck them either! My body did, however, aching passionately to be bred, to do what a mare so very desperately needed to do when they were deep in the throes of season.

The taste lingered on my tongue and I slurped around the head, pursing my lips to suckle a little into my mouth. Yet my tongue seemed to know exactly what to do as I lapped and lapped, savouring the smooth flesh and the lightly salty flavour. It was the spicy, earthen aroma of musk, however, that dragged me back down, time after time again, huffing and panting like an addict.

When my lips parted wider, I couldn’t hesitate to take the full length of that cock into my mouth, pressing my tongue to the underside. It felt like something the body I was in had done before, for it all happened on instinct, gulping as the head reached the back of my throat, though, of course, horses had no gag reflex anyway. The thick meat of my body’s shaft pulsed within my mouth and I closed my lips tightly around it, the medial ring brushing almost tenderly over my tongue as it plunged deep.

“Mmmm…”

I hummed, too happy in the moment to really be considering any consequences – but did those really matter anyway? Nothing else seemed to matter in the slightest as my nose rested on my crotch, inhaling musky breath after breath as my eyelashes fluttered. Bobbing my head slowly on my own cock, I tried sweeping and swirling my tongue around, using the wide, fleshy length of it to my best advantage, though something pulled in my loins, pushing me on even though I barely even knew what I was doing.

I was just caught up in a moment, towed along by a spell that was terribly, drastically out of control. I moaned around my own length, adoring how it pushed down my throat and even rubbing the front of my throat just to enjoy the bulge it made there a little more. I was so big… It was a shame I’d never really got to use my cock before, though I was still young, of course. I had time to experience things.

But there was nothing intimate or close about that sexual experience, not as I slurped and drooled around my own length, using my mother’s body almost as a vessel for my own pleasure. It was not morally correct – it was reprehensible, in fact – but there was no willpower left in me to stop the body I was in from taking exactly what it needed.

Yet my body couldn’t hold back from orgasm when it was being teased like that, a hot mouth moaning around it, and my own cock stiffened further in my mouth. The flare thickened, scraping against my throat as I took it deep – yet I wasn’t ready for the first blast of cum to shoot straight down my throat.

I wanted to cough, struggling with the new sensation, though I moaned lustfully, delirious in the moment. Passion was all that mattered as I pressed my hands devoutly into my body’s thighs, my mother’s body aching for something that she alone could not deliver to herself. Still, I gulped and swallowed hard around the hot length spearing into my mouth, pulling back only slightly to taste the thick slew of salty cum swilling around my mouth. Without actively thinking about it, my tongue swirled around my mouth, pushing it around, and gulped hard, doing so easily even though it felt like my head and neck were at something of an awkward angle.

It just came naturally to a body that had performed the act time after time again before. Yet I wasn’t thinking about that, not in the slightest, not as I grunted like a mere animal as I drooled and slavered over my own cock.

I didn’t want to just suck a cock… I needed it inside me. It was no longer a mere want of the body I was in but a driving, pulsing need that could not be satisfied through any other means.

Pulling off my cock, I groaned and slurped along the length, pushing my tongue into my sheath and dragging my tongue up. I had to get my softening dick hard again – I just had to! There was simply no other option there for me as I moaned and even used my teeth to rake very lightly over my over sensitive length, though there was no mind in my body at that time to complain over the fact that I was being a little rough with myself. Need, after all, won over that, easily so.

Working that cock back to a full erection had the spire wobbling up straight again, though the head remained more flared than before, as if that had not had the chance to soften and shrink all the way back down again yet. I panted heavily, eyeing it with glorious desire.

I’ll mount it, ride it, I thought, thinking of my body as merely a tool to get off. Then… All I have to do is leave my body hard and not cumming inside me. Easy.

It seemed so simple in my mind, though I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly in that moment. A fog-like haze drifted through my mind, rendering my thoughts duller and slower than they had been before, than they had any right to be. Crawling on to the bed alongside my body, the bed dipped lightly under me and I straddled the stallion’s body.

If I thought of it as “just a stallion,” maybe that would make it better. Though I was still a stallion too min my mind and everything on that side of things was massively confused, mixed up in a way that I didn’t want to consider.

The shaft rubbed against the front of my pussy as I raised my hips high enough, struggling to balance there and hold the cock against my folds. My sex winked desperately even as I sank on to it, for the first time experiencing just what it was to be penetrated.

Ah, I should have known I’d lost the first moment my own cock entered my mother’s body, sinking all the way down to the base and forcing the sheath to crinkle back gently. There was no “taking it slowly” for me when I was in such a state of need, squeezing around my length while I rocked my hips.

My folds clung to the cock as I bucked my hips, trying to awkwardly rise and fall, though I was, in a sense, fighting the knowledge of the body I was in. My mind battled against both instinct and muscle memory, but I got what I wanted all the same either way. So, in that sense, it was not so bad.

Not when my pussy was full of cock and I rose and fell on it, finding a rough, crude rhythm that at least sort of worked for me, driving my pleasure on and on. My arousal mixed with pre-cum inside, though I couldn’t tell what slicked out of me, whether it was pre from the stallion’s body or my own honey arousal. 

“Unff… Yes… Please…”

I moaned like a slut in heat, my hands on my own stallion-body’s chest as I rose and fell, down on my knees and keeping that magnificent dick as deep inside my body as possible. My chest tightened with need and desire pulled in my lower stomach, though it didn’t feel like I was close to orgasm yet.

I just had to ride that cock harder, taking my pleasure more furtively, though things were getting very close, very dire. I had a stallion’s body too, of course, to bear in mind and he wasn’t dealing with the same mental gymnastics that I was. Moaning, I licked my lips, though I practically drooled over my own body, fingers splayed wide on my pecs and grinding my cunny down over that cock.

Even the pull and tug of the medial ring working back and forth inside me was intoxicating, making me grind down even harder against my own body. Little nickers broke from my lips and I tried to swallow them, not give vocal life to that need, which I had to control. I slammed my hips down, my pussy clinging to every inch of that spire as I drew up, though I didn’t go very far. All I needed was to be fucked and filled, even if orgasm didn’t seem to be coming for me.

“Mmmph… Just…a little…more…”

I moaned, knowing how I was playing with fire as that cock flared slowly inside me. The swollen head scraped lusciously against my velvety passage, dragging back and forth: it was impossible to miss. Yet I didn’t pull off yet, biting my lip, telling myself that I still had a few more moments. Surely I even had minutes to play with, for I didn’t think my body could get off again that quickly – not since I had practically forced my own cock back to full, aching hardness. If I’d been in my right mind at that time, I was sure I’d have been screaming from how sensitive I was!

But that was just me lying to myself, for I couldn’t slow down. Not as I moaned and my body flared with heat, simmering a hair’s breadth below the surface. I groaned in the back of my throat, not wanting to hold back, yet I was still right where I wanted to be, where I needed to be, even as my own cock throbbed inside my pussy. My passage clenched tightly around it, stopping me from pulling off when my heart skipped a beat and I tried to pull off, knowing then that I’d gone too far.

Ah, but it was far, far too late for that… And there was a sick, heat-addled part of me that didn’t care either, my mother’s body solely intent on hungrily working the stallion under her for the seed that would end her season, satisfying her body at long last.

I was just a passenger, helplessly along for the ride. Maybe that was the way it’d been all along, my chest rising and falling sharply, though my mind even locked on to the heaviness of my breasts, resting there. It was wrong and it was right and too many sensations all crowded together, trying to battle out the rest for precedence.

The swell of my cock, fitting so perfectly inside my body.

The way my pussy clenched around that dick, like it was trying to squeeze every drop of cum out of it.

Even how my own body felt as I squeezed my thighs around it, mostly sunk down all the way on to my own cock. I could barely rise, I needed it so badly. And the flare ground deeply inside me, desperate to send forth load after load of cum.

“No… Mmm… Got to…be strong. Got to get off…”

I tried to lift my hips, but it was as if an invisible hand slammed me back down again, forcing my mother’s pussy flush to my own crotch, sheath crinkling back from the sheer depth. I couldn’t pull off and my heart leapt, even while my sanity plummeting. Sickening need churned within me and I whinnied too shrilly, too loudly, letting the cry out in my mother’s voice.

I couldn’t help it, not as I let go, my pussy clenching tightly around that cock and hurling us both into a tumultuous orgasm. My own flare throbbed inside me, seeming to double in size, and I gasped aloud, losing my sense of reality.

All I knew was the bliss of orgasm, warm pulses of desire coursing through me. It wasn’t like an orgasm brought to my mother’s body by my hand, no. It was so much more than that, pouring deep like liquid lust, feeding a desire that only a mare in season could ever have had. And it was all from my cock, the fat length of it erupting inside me, ropes of hot, virile seed flooding deep into my pussy.

It felt better than it should ever have, even though the hot rush of seed inside me should not have been so delirium-inducing. I groaned aloud, my voice sounding dim in my ears, like the roaring of lust inside me was drowning it all out. The shape of the stallion’s cock felt perfect inside me, holding me fast and even keeping me upright over my own body, yet I couldn’t stop myself from quivering there. My body accepted everything the stallion’s balls had to give and I wanted more still, despite it softening something burning inside me.

Dimly, my need eased, if only a little. It was enough to let me take a shuddering breath, my eyes closed, savouring every moment, every last tease of sensation I was glad enough to drink up.

I wanted everything to be swallowed up and drowned out, just like that. It made everything easier to bear, passing into true ecstasy while cum drooled lewdly out along the length of my own shaft. My pussy still twitched weakly, as if it was trying to wink, but there was no need for that anymore, as my body had already been given everything it needed and more.

I blinked, coming back to reality. My shaft softened inside my pussy and I gasped, reeling, scrambling away.

“Fuck!”

I couldn’t really have done that – could I? Panicked soared through me, sending my heartbeat into overdrive, but it was too late. My soft cock slopped from my pussy, leaving a lewd, wet drool of a cream-pie in its weak, my folds marked with that gleam of stallion seed that couldn’t be undone.

Leaving my body there, I raced to the shower and turned it on to a hotter setting than usual, as if I could burn the semen from my body, the uncleanliness, through sheer force alone. Scrubbing furiously at my body, my ears pinned, and I tried to wash out all the cum. That time, when I dug my fingers into my mother’s hungry pussy, it wasn’t for pleasure but a failed attempt to scoop all that seed out of me, to undo what had already been done.

Of course, it was not that easy, but I returned my mother’s body to bed and, following the course of the ritual, slept. I woke the next morning in my own body, on top of the sheets: a sticky, cum-stained mess, but at least I was back in my body, my real body.

I couldn’t tell mom anything, of course: she’d hate me for it. And I knew it was wrong, even if it had been her body that had driven me on, addling my brain and muddling my desires. But I was the one, still, who’d been in control and I couldn’t make excuses for something I still felt I could have stopped.

Luckily, so I didn’t have to deal with mom’s season anymore, my father returned home the next night – and mom dragged him straight to bed. There were mutterings and thumps and all kinds of sounds, the two of them much louder than they usually were, but it was as if they’d forgotten I was in the house entirely. 

I snuck past their bedroom, late at night, to go to the bathroom and couldn’t help but pause, lifting my ear to the door.

“Come back to bed, darling,” my mother murmured, her voice lower and huskier than usual. “You’re not leaving until Dereck gets a sibling…in nine months…”

I gulped and moved on, but I was sure I already knew what the outcome of it all would be. For my mother’s scent had already softened the day my father returned home – before they’d even gone to bed together. And my suspicions were confirmed nine months later when my mother invited me into the hospital birthing room to meet my sibling, even though they looked the spitting image of me and mom, not my father.

It wasn’t my fault – and it was, both things existing simultaneously. I was glad not to be found out and stuffed the spell book deep down the back of my underwear drawer, even if I couldn’t bear to throw it away. I wanted some evidence that things had been different, even if there would never be a DNA test or the like performed on my sibling. My father was none the wiser and, in a sense, it was probably the best outcome to a twisted, sordid night of regrets.

But I couldn’t regret everything, not when I lay alone in my room, stroking my cock and sealing away my moans, thinking of how good my mother had felt around my cock. For my body remembered the sensation of a mare’s pussy around my dick, taking my virginity in a very unconventional manner, though I didn’t crave cum in my mouth. I just wanted to be the one to seed her, a mare, and spend every drop inside her, to follow that pulse and drive of a stallion when a mare was in season and needed to be devoutly taken.

I’d never fuck my mother again, in any way. But I would forever remember what took place that night and what I was the cause of.

In her body, I found true desire. And I never wanted to forget that.