Horsin Around with Mum

Edric is an 18-year-old, flaxen chestnut horse who just finished his first semester away at university. When he arrives home for winter break, he finds out that some things have changed in the few months he's been away.

When Edric finally pulls to a stop next to his mum's car it's already nearly 1 AM, so he isn't surprised he has to let himself in by the light of his phone, or that the only light on in the entire house is the one in the kitchen that she always leaves on. He sighs and slings his duffel from over his shoulder and onto the carpet of the entry with a quiet thump, then locks the door. He shivers away the cold and brushes snow from his mane, then heads into the kitchen for something to drink. 

He lets out a surprised whinny when his mum stands from where she's seated on a stool at the island counter—and what is she wearing. He's only been gone since August, but her current outfit is a far cry from what he remembers she'd wear to bed in the days before he left for university. Used to be, she'd insist on wearing one of those matching pajama sets with the trousers and the button-up top every night. But right now, the only thing she has on is a robe so shear he can make out every detail of her large, pebbly nipples through it and barely cinched together by a belt at her waist, and a pair of panties that display a perfect camel toe of her equine pussy.

God has he been staring? How long has he been staring?

Mum walks over and draws him into a hug. They both sigh into it, before he remembers what she's wearing and his rapidly-stiffening boner, and pulls himself away. She holds him by his shoulders.

"There's my favorite young man. Welcome home, baby. How was the drive?"

“Thanks, Mum. It was alright. Long, but surprisingly not busy!”

“That's good to hear.” She looks up at him. “You've grown.” She nuzzles up under his chin.

“What are you doing still up? I thought with the lights all off you'd be asleep this late.”

“I was waiting for you. I thought I left the light on outside?”

“No?” He looks to the switch, and sees that it's in the on position. He walks over, flicks it back and forth. “Ah, bulb's dead.”

“That would explain it. Sorry baby.”

“It's okay, Mum, I had my phone.”

They settle into comfortable conversation over a glass of water. It's—despite the awkwardness of her near-nudity—pleasant. It's just like old times. Maybe even better.

She's recovering from laughing at his story about his roommate's drunken friends getting lost in their dormitory and ending up camped outside his door, when she seems to realize her state of dress, and hurriedly clenches her robe together.

“Oh goodness, look at me, I'm sure you don't want such an eyeful of your saggy old mum.”

His mouth moves faster than his brain.

“No way, Mum, you're beautiful—uh, I mean, yeah I don't mind.” Okay, looks like he's just gonna stick his hoof in his mouth, huh.

“Do you really think I'm beautiful?”

“Uh, yeah.” He hurries to change topic, and lands on “And you're thirty-seven, I don't think you're allowed to call yourself old.”

“Aw, sweetheart, thanks.” She reaches across the table to pat his hand. “Making your mum feel much better about herself tonight, that's for sure. But,” she's interrupted by a yawn, and when she raises her hand to cover her mouth, her robe shifts just enough to fall away from her nipple. Ed tries his best not to stare at her glossy chestnut coat or the hard dark peak, but it is an impossible task. “It's late and I need sleep. You got everything alright if I head on to bed?”

“Uh—” he clears his throat, “yeah, Mum, I got it. Thanks, and goodnight.”

“Goodnight, sweetie. I'm glad you're home.”

“Me, too, Mum.”

She turns to leave, and he watches the sway of her hips, the way her panties ride up between her cheeks, the flick of her tail. It's all, maybe, a little bit, too much for him. He sighs, and reaches down the front of his pants to resituate his cock to be slightly more comfortable. He's definitely gonna have to jerk off before he'll get any sleep.

-----

Turns out it's difficult to not think of your mother while masturbating when her body is the thing that got you in the mood. After over an hour of lying in bed repeatedly getting close, then his thoughts turning to his mum, then feeling guilty enough he lost it, Ed gives up on getting off. He slips on some athletic shorts for modesty and leaves his room to take a leak.

And runs dick-first into his mum.

They talk over each other.

“Oh! Excuse me baby, I woke up and needed a pee!”

“Shit, sorry Mum, wasn't watching where I—”

He actually looks at her and freezes mid-sentence.

She's naked, body completely bare. His brain bluescreens. 

She's gorgeous. Which isn't really that surprising, he's lived with her his whole life, she's always had an attractive figure. Now, though? Maybe it's the last hour of accidentally jerking off to her, maybe it's the surprise look through her robe when he first got here, maybe it's a few months away, he doesn't know. Because right now, it's like he's seeing her for the first time. 

Her chestnut-brown coat glistens and shines with health and care. Her obvious hourglass figure draws his eyes downward. Her breasts are large and round, with just enough outwards droop to have her nipples facing just off-center, her left just noticeably larger than her right. The areolas are probably about the size of his palms, dark chocolate brown and pebbly. Her waist carries just enough weight to be soft and rounded without sagging. And her horsepussy, long and puffy and the same color as her nipples, sits nestled between her thick thighs.

“Language, baby,” she mildly chastises.

“Uh.” His speech center hasn't yet gotten back online. “Sor—Sorry.”

She seems to finally notice the obvious tent in his shorts.

“Oh! Sweetie, did I do that to you? I'm sorry. I'm just so used to being alone, I guess when I got out of bed I forgot to put anything on.” She makes a token effort to cover herself, which only seems to emphasize her nudity more to him.

“Heck, I'm sorry, Mum.” Ed uses his hands to do the best he can to cover his enormous cock.

“Oh, there's no need to apologize, baby.” She drops her hands back down. “Honestly, it's a little flattering to know I can still do that to anyone. But I guess I've given you enough of an eyeful of your mum's big ol' titties, huh?” She actually reaches up both her hands to heft her tits and waggle them a bit, hips swinging back and forth. 

Edric feels his cock bob threateningly in his shorts.

“Goodnight, baby. Try and get some sleep.” She leans in to place a quick kiss to the side of his muzzle, then slips down the hall on quiet hooves to her room. 

Ed sprints to the bathroom, yanks down his shorts, takes his cock in his hands, and explodes into the shower. Images of his mum, tits bouncing and hips swaying, dance through his mind as he spends himself. When he finishes, lightheaded, he runs the water long enough to rinse away his mess, pees, and stumbles back to bed. 

He's asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.

-

Edric wakes way too early, mouth dry and head aching. Apparently, one glass of water isn't enough to offset a day of too much driving followed by an explosive orgasm. The sun is barely up when he blearily descends the stairs to the kitchen. A few minutes later, head still nodding and eyelids heavy, he stands by the coffee brewer, listening to it percolate and waiting for the carafe to fill. The clip clop of hooves draws his attention away to find his mother in the doorway.

She's back to panties and that robe from last night, but now it's not even tied. It's open in the front, and fighting a losing battle to cling to her breasts. Not that it's doing much to hide them anyway, it's practically invisible.

“Good morning, my darling son.” She draws him into a hug. While holding him, she notices the coffee going and pulls back. “Oh you're making coffee, what a hero you are.” Her right tit is completely out of the robe now.

Ed is too tired for this. He wants to lean down and suck at it. Fuck, that's his mum.

“How about I make us some breakfast, hun. You want anything specific?”

“Nah, thanks though.”

“Scrambled eggs and toast it is, then.”

She bustles about getting breakfast together, and when the coffee's done he pours them both a mug.

“You like yours lots of cream, bit of sugar?”

She hums her agreement as she pokes at the eggs in the pan. When he hands her her mug, she takes a long sip, then sighs.

“It's perfect, baby, thank you.”

“Of course. Thanks for food.”

It's wildly comfortable, standing side by side with her, making her coffee while she cooks, sitting at the table to chitchat and eat with her, washing the dishes with her, and all the while it becomes more and more comfortable—natural, even—that she's got her tits out. Not even a full day in, and already his winter break is going better than he could have hoped, but in a way he never would have imagined.

“I think I'm going for a shower, Mum. I still smell like work and I hate it.”

“Morning shower sounds like a great idea, sweetie.”

-

Edric's just stepped from under the water to start lathering his coat when someone else steps around the curtain and into the shower with him. He nearly turns himself a flip trying to cover himself, run away, turn from prying eyes, and get a look at his potential attacker all at once. It's his Mum, though. He clutches at his chest, breath slowing from the fright.

“Ohhh yeah, baby,” she moans the words out, “morning shower was a great idea.” She's standing under the spray, mane and tail already slicked down, water running in rivulets tracing her sumptuous curves.

“Holy shit, Mum, what are you doing! Nearly gave me heart palpitations.”

“Aw I'm sorry, babe.” She reaches out to pat the hand still over his heart. “And I just thought I'd join you. I was getting a little ripe myself, thought maybe we'd share.” He becomes suddenly aware of how tiny the shower is, how close they are.

“You can't just—we shouldn't be sharing the shower!”

“Don't see why not. Not like you haven't seen all of this,” she sweeps a hand over her body, “before. Last night, even!”

At the reminder of the previous night, Edric's cock surges, swinging upwards with such force it audibly slaps when it impacts her. 

Between the legs. 

Against her bare pussy. 

He quietly wishes the ground will open up and swallow him.

“Oh!” Mum inches her hips back and reaches down to pat his cock tip. “And good morning to you, too, Li'l Edric.”

“Muuuuum,” he groans.

“But I guess 'little' does you a disservice, doesn't it?” She's looking him in the eyes now, hand still resting on his penis. She smirks. “You're packing quite a lot there.”

“Oh my god, Mum, please.”

“Okay, okay, baby.” She lifts her hands in surrender as she turns around. “Tell you what, how about you wash my back, then I'll take care of you?”

“Okay.” Edric thinks he can probably handle that. They shuffle around one another until he's the one under the stream.

“Let me get you the soap.”

Then she bends forward at the waist and thrusts her butt back at him, and his cockhead presses up against her pussy lips. He nearly chokes on his breath. 

It's so soft. And hot. Even just with his tip squishing her vulva, he can feel how impossibly warm she is. His body longs to grab her hips and thrust in to the hilt and lean over her and breed her. Instead, though:

“Careful! Careful, Mum!” He has to press against the shower wall to get himself far enough back to hoist his dick up and away from her, and settles for using one hand to hold it pressed against himself and out of any further trouble.

“Oops.”

She stands back up, offers him the bottle like nothing happened. Like she didn't just nearly penetrate herself with her son's dick. Like he didn't just nearly give in to a bestial urge to mate her.

His hips turned aside, he sets to work washing her back. It's more muscular than he realized. His eyes follow the toned lines down her back, skipping over her soft butt, to the backs of her thighs. He'd never really looked this closely before, but from the front, with her breasts and hips and the soft pudge of her belly, he never would have expected the cut muscle just beneath the surface, so obvious when seen from behind.

“Okay, let's switch again so I can rinse off.”

He snaps from his staring at her words, and realizes that at some point he finished lathering her back and was just standing there gawping while she took care of her front, arms, and legs. They shuffle around again, and she begins rinsing.

Then she turns her body to face him.

Then she runs her hands all over herself. It's frighteningly sensual, her eyes closed and head back, hands lifting and caressing breasts, tweaking nipples, slipping down her belly to pry apart her thighs and tease at her own slit. He stares, slack-jawed, dick throbbing mightily and drooling precum to the shower floor. Her eyes stay closed the whole time. He can't believe it.

And then it's over, and she's making a spinning motion with a finger and telling him it's his turn. He turns, too abruptly, and bonks his cockhead against the wall, leaving a smear of pre at the impact point. He cringes.

“Ooh, you okay baby? Scooch back a titch,” she takes hold of his hips and pulls him back half a step, “there. That's better.”

He sets to work on his arms and tries not to focus on how the hands on his back are the same ones that were just touching her pussy. Just as he's finishing his second arm and wondering how best to get to his legs without bumping into her, he feels her hands snake around his waist and take hold of his cock. He gasps.

She presses up against his back, stiff nipples against his shoulder blades, sets her muzzle down on his shoulder and whispers into his ear. He's heard her whisper to him countless times in his life, and it has never sounded so sensual, so lustful.

“I told you I'd take care of you, baby, and I meant it. You've been so well behaved, so patient.” Her soapy hands work up his shaft. “So let Mummy help.” She toys with the head and draws a moan from him. “There you go.”

“Mum, we shouldn't be doing this.”

“Do you want me to stop?” Her hands slow their ministrations, and he unconsciously humps into them.

“N-no,” he stutters out.

“Then don't worry.” She picks right back up. “We can talk about this later. Right now, don't think about anything but how good you feel, how good it feels for your Mum to take care of you.” One hand speeds up its motions all the way up and down his cock. The other slides further down to cup and lift his pouch, fondle his balls. “Does it feel good when Mummy takes care of you?”

“Ah! Yes.” He grinds his teeth. He's close.

She presses her lips right against his ear, and her breath causes him to flick it as she practically purrs into it.

“Say 'yes, Mummy'.”

“Yes! Yes Mummy!” He is an eighteen year old uni student, and he is calling the woman who raised him 'Mummy' like a child. It's embarrassing. But it sure doesn't stop him. “It feels good when you take care of me, Mummy! I'm close!”

“Oh, what a good boy you are!” She pulls back but doesn't slow her attention. “Would you like to finish in my mouth, or do you want me to just keep going with the handy?”

“Uh! Mouth!” She's already kneeling when he spins around.

She opens her mouth, locks her lips behind his flaring head, and manages two more jerks with her hands before he whinnies and erupts onto her tongue. He listens to her gulp loudly as she swallows it all down. She doesn't pull away until he sighs and his tense shoulders sag. 

She pops her lips from his cock, and sighs her own satisfaction.

“How you feeling now, baby?”

“Goddamn, Mum. That was something else.”

She swats at his thigh.

“Language!”

“Sorry. And uh, thank you.”

“You're welcome, baby. I'll let you return the favor later.” She winks. “Now, let's finish up before the water goes frigid.”

-

They don't finish before the water goes frigid.

Teeth chattering, they hastily dry off. As he's reaching for his fresh clothes, she catches his arm.

“You know I said you could return the favor later?” He nods. “Well, how about you do that right now by coming and snuggling with your Mum to warm her up? You know how I get when I get cold, it goes right down into my bones and I just can't warm back up on my own. And it'll be an hour before there'll be enough hot water for another shower.”

He freezes. This seems dangerous. In bed with her? Naked, by the sounds of it? No way he'll be able to hold himself back if things get accidentally frisky again. He should refuse, for both their sakes.

“Sure thing, Mum.”

-

And that's how Edric finds himself curled up in his Mum's bed spooning her, arms around her waist and raging cock uncomfortably clenched behind his thighs. She's reading from a book she had on her bedside table. He's pretty sure if he moved a bit he could read over her shoulder or past her head, but right now he's just trying to breath and not cum. 

She's so warm. He hasn't really ever had any other sexual partners, so this is entirely new to him and he hadn't expected it to be so warm. And he can feel everything. Every flex of her muscles against him as she breathes, flips a page, reacts to a passage with a gasp or giggle, shifts herself. It's incredible. And it's not helping his boner any.

“Baby?” Her voice, whisper-soft and loving, pulls him from his thoughts. The book's back on the bedside; he hadn't even noticed her put it there, to wrapped up in her.

“Yeah?”

“Let go a sec, I wanna turn over.”

So he pulls his hands back, and she rolls around and resituates so she's facing him.

“Hey there, handsome.”

“Hi, Mum.”

“I wanted to thank you, baby.”

“For what, Mum?”

“For everything.” She reaches a hand up to stroke along the side of his muzzle. “You've been so patient since you got here, with all my antics.” He opens his mouth to speak but she presses a finger to his lips and continues. “I've been—” she hesitates, “—so lonely since you've been gone. Especially lately, with the holidays and the colder weather.” She sighs and presses her front against his, her face into the base of his neck. He wraps his free arm around her back. “And I got to thinking, about what I want. What I need. And here you are, my wonderful son. I knew as soon as I saw you in the kitchen doorway.” She pulls away just enough to look him in the eyes. “You are what I want. What I need. I just—want you to know that.”

“If you don't want any more, if last night and this morning was a one-time thing, that's okay. I'll be okay. And if right now is a one time thing, that's okay. I won't do any more. I won't ask ever again. But baby, if you want any more, please tell me. Please, give me all of you, baby, and let me give you all of me. I love you, my son, and I want you, and I need you.”

“Mum, I. Yes. Yes, Mum, I want more. I've been fighting against myself since I first got here, and you were in that slinky sexy robe. I—” 

Her finger on his mouth stops him again.

“I want to hear the rest of it, too, but I'm scared if you don't stop holding your dick back it's gonna explode, and not in the fun way.”

It takes him a second to process her words.

“Oh. Okay, thanks.”

He lifts his leg, and so does she, and his cock springs forward to slap against her pussy again.

She laughs as it throbs against her soaking wet vulva.

“Ohhh, baby, you're huge. I can't wai—” 

He interrupts her with a kiss. 

She moans into his mouth, and then her arms are wrapping around him and she's rolling over onto her back. She breaks the kiss to beg him.

“Please baby put it in me, I need you.”

He lifts himself up to aim and pauses. He lets his eyes wander over her, take her in one final time before they consummate. Her mouth hands open, eyes glassy with lust and unshed tears gaze at him so full of love. Her chest rises and falls with her gasping breaths, her pillowy breasts settled even further outwards, atop her biceps. Her legs are splayed, and between them, her dark brown vulva. Her clitoris winks out once, twice. His cockhead spreads her outer lips apart, lets him see a tiny peek of the warm pink deeper inside.

Then he presses in as he lowers himself back down.

They moan, together, as he accidentally hilts himself on the first thrust.

“Baaaaby! You're big, go slow, let me savor it.”

He can't manage words, so he just nods. 

He withdraws, slowly, pulling his hips back inch after excruciating inch until only his head remains inside. He meets her eyes, sees the pleading in them, the love and the need and the fire. He eases back in, gently.

“Oh there you go, there you go baby, just like that. Let Mummy feel every centimeter.”

He maintains that languid pace for a few more thrusts.

Out, carefully, slowly, all the way to the tip.

Then in, gently, marveling at the pull and stretch, the clenching tightness, all the way to the base.

“Mum, you're incredible.”

“I'm a bit out of practice, actually, but I'll take that compliment.”

“Fuck, if this is you out of practice, I can't imagine what it'll be like once you're back at the top of your game.” He's unconsciously speeding up his thrusts while they talk.

“Ha!—Ohh, baby, that thrust was perfect, you hit my g-spot!—Language, baby!”

“Mum, if there is any time I should be allowed to say 'fuck' it is while I am literally fucking you, please!” His hips slap into hers a little harder than he meant, as if to prove his point.

She giggles at that.

“Fine, Edric, you can say fuck, but only when we're making love.”

His cock surges at her words and he groans as he grinds his hips against hers.

“Oh you liked that, huh? I'll keep that in mind. Especially since you're already thinking of getting me plenty of practice.”

Another few thrusts. He's panting. She has her head back, humming her pleasure each time their hips meet.

“Mmm! Are you starting to flare? Seems like you're hitting my g-spot on every thrust now, good boy.”

“Uhnn, thanks. I'm trying. And yeah, I think I'm flaring.” He says it like an apology.

“It's okay, baby, I'm impressed you've lasted this long, hard as you were when we started. And I'm close, too.” A particularly forceful clap of hips has her moan in his ear. “That's it, baby, really give it to me. Here,” she takes her boobs in her hands, “squeeze a tit, or suck on it, or something, help me get there with you.”

“Mkay.” He kisses her, briefly, on the lips, then moves his way down, along her muzzle, her throat, to her clavicle, then along the soft expanse of her left breast. He takes the nipple into his mouth, sucks at it, laves it with his tongue. All the while, his pace keeps quickening.

“I'm getting—mf—really close.” He talks around the nipple between his teeth.

“You sure are, you're pouring pre into me!” Her hands cling to him, one on his back and the other threaded through his mane.

“I'm gonna have to—” He freezes mid-sentence when her legs come up, hooves in the air, to lock her ankles behind his back.

“All the way, baby. All of you, all of me.” Her voice comes out like a growl. “You're not going anywhere except balls deep, fully flared, painting my cervix white.”

That does it. It's the raunchiest thing he's ever heard his mother say, and she says it to him, and he can't hold back.

With a thunderous clap of hips, he hilts himself in his mother and lets go. Cum jets into her with enough volume and force he feels the splashback and change in pressure. He bites down on the nipple in his mouth as his entire body goes taut with the strain of his orgasm. She screams.

“Yes baby! Yes, inside! Oh I can feel it filling me up. I'm so close, baby.”

He feels her clit wink out against him again and grinds into it while kneading her free breast. She throws her head back with a gasp, and her vaginal walls squeeze around him, hard, then pulse with the rhythmic contractions of her own orgasm.

As her cunt milks him for all he has, he releases her nipple, licks and kisses at it apologetically, and shifts back up to rest his head beside hers, all the while spurting more and more into her. He grunts when a particularly effective contraction draws a heavier blast of semen from him, gives a couple grinding humps.

“Augh, Mum. Mum I love you. I love you. Take it. Mum.” Each groaned sentence is punctuated by another pulse of cum up and out his cock into her. Her hands aimlessly roam up and down his back, her body occasionally shaking.

She pulls him into another kiss. When their lips meet, her pussy clamps down on him anew. Their tongues dance and they pant into one another's mouth, occasionally jolting with renewed pleasure.

As they both come down, she holds him close and nickers softly, sweetly in his ear.

“Oh, my baby. My baby boy. Mummy loves you so much.” She places sweet kisses along the side of his head, beneath his ear.

“I love you too, Mum.” He heaves a breath, starts to pull away, but she tightens her grip on him.

“Wait, wait baby.” She pats his back when he settles back down. “I wanna keep you in me as long as possible. And before you pull out, grab that towel from the corner of the bed.” Without seeing him, she seems to notice his confused look, because she explains, “baby you just pumped about a gallon of jizz into me, and not all of that's gonna stay. I don't wanna soak the sheets when I leak it back out.”

He buries his flushing face in the pillow beside her head. She laughs.

“Oh now it's a little late for being bashful, mister Fucked My Mum So Full Of Cum She Feels Bloated.”

“Language.” The word, a teasing admonishment, is out of his mouth before he thinks.

She cackles. He can't help but join her.

“And besides, I made love my mum so full of cum she feels bloated.”

“That you did, baby.” Her hand comes to hold the side of his face, thumb stroking his cheek. It's tender and loving and perfect, he thinks. “That you did.” Then she unlinks her ankles and spreads her legs, settling her hooves back onto the bed. “Okay, towel, then up up.”

He reaches down, hands her the towel, then slides his limp cock out of her. He gets about a second to admire the way her vagina stays parted, then she's clenching it and lifting her hips from the bed to slide the towel under her butt. She settles back down, stretches her legs out, and sighs. Immediately, a stream of their combined fluids oozes from her slackened cunt and down her butt.

“Come back up here, baby.” She makes a grabbing motion with her hands, and he obliges, crawling up to lay by her side and drape his arm over her belly. She scooches him down a bit until his head lies pillowed on her breast.  “There we go.”

Holding one another, his limp cock on her thigh and head on her breast, her pussy oozing their love, they doze.