Legs of wine were trickling down the inside of a glass with a slow, pleasant crawl, and legs under the table were beginning to rub together with anticipation as Sierra watched her son finishing off the last few bites of his dinner.

"Did you find everything to your liking? I know that was your favorite dish growing up."

On the other end of a table that was now pointlessly large for the number of people that it usually seated, Bayn was taking the last few bites of a delicious blend of whipped potatoes, grated cheddar cheese and freshly minced garlic into his muzzle, and between the slats of the chair behind him, his tail was swaying back and forth as he fondly remembered one of the first times that he decided to try potatoes with more than just butter.

The result was a comfort food that he never tired of, and his mother knew it, hoping to incite feelings of warmth within him.

"It was all perfect, Mom. You really didn't have to go to all of this trouble for me."

"And you didn't have to take time out of your Saturday to come and help me rearrange the furniture, and yet, there you were," Sierra pointed out. She gave a quick toss of the long, delicate swoop of her mane and pushed it away from the path of her welcoming, amber eyes and admired the unique sight that was her offspring. "This was really the least I could do for you."

 Bayn would have been blind to not notice the way that his mother was looking at him that evening, and the way that she'd been eyeing him for the last few months, at that point. He was well aware that his mother and father were dealing with issues in the bedroom, much as he tried to keep his ears out of range of such chatter, and he tried not to ever dwell on the thought of just what a bombshell his mother still was, even as her age began to catch up with her.

Soft, short fur of enticing, chocolate brown was always kept clean on the motherly equine, and while the front portion of her mane was always kept an exciting scarlet, she allowed the back portion of her mane to match her amber eyes as it trailed over her neck. Anklets of white covered her flesh until hooves came upon them, and the same notes of scarlet in her hair inspired the look of her son, who took more after his father in species, but after his mother, in attitude.

To be sitting across the table from someone who was the spitting image of her husband, but with all of the charisma and youthful energy that he once held was already a temptation too far for Sierra, but his eyes were the most brilliant shade of cyan, and even when they were cast down to his plate, she could feel herself slipping into those deep, calming pools of blue...even if her mind wasn't the only thing swimming.

 She knew that her womanhood was already drizzled with a thin veil of arousal, and her son was able to whiff the delightful aroma of her desire on the air, given the canine part of his heritage.

Equal parts wolf and tiger, with just the tiniest splash of equine from his mother, Bayn was trying to ignore the throbbing length in his shorts as he finished his meal in peace, but somehow, he knew that the moment was coming; if his mother stepping up from her seat and moving around to stand over him wasn't a clue enough, the look in her eyes would have killed a lesser man.

"Are you...quite sure that there's nothing else I can do to pay you back, Bayn?"

Setting his fork against his plate with a polite clink, Bayn sighed heavily, looked up at his mother, and before he could protest what he thought she was going to do, he was cut off by the feeling of smooth, gentle lips pressing against the end of his muzzle, as Sierra took the initiative and silenced his would-be argument.

...Damn it, Mom...are you really going to do this to me?

 Societal norms told Bayn that he should immediately shove his mother away and make a break for the door, before things got any worse. His own father was passed out in the bedroom upstairs, dead to the world from a mixture of booze and sleeping medicine, but the possibility was still there that he might wander down any second and see what was about to happen.

A palm on Bayn's crotch, running over the impression of his cock as it continued to bounce and throb against a fabric prison, broke down the little bit of resistance that he had to the moment.

"Mnn...nn. My goodness, I'm sorry, son," Sierra apologized, but her voice was dripping with an odd mixture of sarcasm and lust that was like a music to the striped hybrids ears. "It looked as though you were about to say something?"

Bayn knew that he was a catch, and even if he wasn't supposed to find his mother attractive, he would have been lying if he said he didn't recognize her beauty, or that he'd never fantasized about her even once in his life.

His mother also raised him to be honest, and as her open palm continued to stroke back and forth over the bulge of his manhood, he knew that trying to lie his way out of the moment would be a lost cause.

 "If we d-do this," he stammered, feeling a tight grope on the tip of his length, "We can never tell anyone, Mom."

"Call me Mommy," Sierra ordered, as she leaned in to press a warm, suckling kiss upon the side of his muzzle. "And don't worry...I won't tell a soul, as long as you keep coming back for more."

Never having guessed that his mother could be a seductress, Bayn sucked in a tight gasp as her paw took a full grip of his cock through his shorts. He hadn't noticed that she'd already manipulated his zipper and the button at his waistline with such skill that when she yanked with her free paw, everything came loose, and Bayn was sitting in the chair, his member springing upright and pulsing in the air, free and looking for a new place to call home.

Were she completely sober, Sierra might have hesitated just a little bit at the sight of her own son's impressive girth.

After one glass of wine, she would have been this bold, but she still would have only taken a curious lick, and then let him dictate the pace.

Two glasses of wine, just as she guessed, was the perfect amount for her to wrap her palm around the base of his cock and hold it tight as she dropped her muzzle right upon it, all while lowering one of the shoulder straps of her long, but loosely fitting dress.

 Red fabric began falling to the floor, and Bayn wasn't sure if he should gasp in shock from the delightful pleasure that filled his body as the wide, warm flat of his mother's tongue swirled around the canine tip of his cock, or if he should have known that she wasn't wearing a bra under a dress that perhaps, wasn't meant to be seductive...but she certainly found a way to give it that flair.

"M...Mommy, are you...y-you sure about this?" Bayn decided to ask one more time, as if the way that she was bobbing her head on his length didn't answer the question for him. Her bangs bounced and swooped about as she bobbed her head and neck rapidly, wanting to leave as much of her saliva on the cock of her offspring as she could.

She winked up at her son and giggled around the very tip of his tool as she pulled back with a tight, teasing suckle, catching the tapered tip of his canine cock with a final kiss. "Such a gentleman...I'm glad you turned out better than your other siblings," Sierra claimed, as she lowered the other strap of her dress and stood upright, allowing it to easily fall to the floor. Naturally, Bayn allowed his eyes to be drawn to the crotch of the fabric, and he gulped when he saw the tiny, darkened strands of wetness along the otherwise bright red pattern, and more of the same was evident as Sierra straddled her son's lap and sat upon him, giving the dining room chair all that it could handle, and giving her son a view that he might never be so lucky to see again.

 Webs of glistening, stringy wetness splayed between the top of her thighs, dripping down from her pouted, needy folds as she gripped the base of his member once more, and pointed the tip to her cunt. "H-have...have you done this with any of them?" Bayn simply had to ask, and all the while, his mother simply grinned as she lowered herself easily onto the saliva-coated tip of his rod.

"Mommy loves all of her children," she claimed, as her rump came closer and closer to settling in Bayn's lap, "But she loves you the most...and loves you like no one else."

That claim rang true in every sense; Sierra was planning this weekend out for months in advance, and somehow, despite getting the feeling that this would be the end product all along, Bayn never resisted, or tried to sneak his way out of it. He simply followed her lead, as a son was wont to do, and allowed his mother to educate him in what a 'higher love' truly was.

The warm, slick embrace of her sex around his cock was a great place to start in that education, and Bayn instinctively wrapped his arms around his mother's waist and sat up against her. She giggled as she began to bounce against his body, and her arms wrapped around the back of his head, forcing his muzzle right into her welcoming, ample cleavage, forcing him to brush his cheeks against the inside of her breasts as she worked.

 "When you're ready to cum," Sierra murmured, though her voice wasn't nearly as low as Bayn would have hoped, "Just let it flow...give all of your seed to Mommy..."

Hardly able to speak in his current position, Bayn felt reluctant that he couldn't properly express just how wonderful it felt to be inside of her. She was almost painfully tight, something he hadn't expected, even when he knew that her sex life was on the fritz. Her inner muscles were skillful, having a level of experience greater than any other woman he'd ever been with, and it was just deliciously wet, as liquid arousal continued to soak every inch of his cock, and even drizzle down over the taut, eager flesh of his sack, as it tensed with anticipation of an orgasm.

Hooves clomped down against the floor rapidly as Sierra continued to buck her hips against her own child, riding him with a passion that, admittedly, she'd never been able to give to her husband. Somehow, she knew that he would produce results someday, but she didn't think it would be in literally providing her with a lover that was actually up to her standards, until she was bouncing her hips against him with such vigor that the chair they sat upon was squeaking with slap of her ass against his thighs.

 Eager to prove his love for her, in turn, Bayn slipped his head free from Sierra's warm cleavage and sealed his lips around the large, erect nipple of her right breast, just in time to feel his inner muscles clenching, and Sierra, for her part, clamped down tightly on her son's impressive member as she felt a series of thick, wonderful pulses within her body, knowing what it meant, even if her son was too shy to express his feelings in words.

"Good boy...f-fuck...good boy, son!" Sierra was trembling in her son's lap by that moment, and as her thighs quivered and her body shook upon him, the chair gave out completely, literally fucked to the point of breaking. A heavy WHUMP followed as Bayn slammed against the floor, still buried inside of his mother, and something he'd been trying to avoid doing came to light immediately, as the knot at the base of his member was forced into her folds, drawing out a desperate, high-pitched whinny of delight from the very woman who gave him life.

Hot, sticky cum poured across her insides in the very next moment and completely soaked her innards. She could feel his balls contracting rapidly as seed painted her inner muscles and filled her near to the brim, even for the impressive volume of her equine womanhood, and ever the loving mother, she continued squeezing internally, wanting to milk every last drop that her son could offer.

 All of the noise was likely more than her husband could sleep through, and the mess was already beginning to spread to the floor as Bayn released his mother's nipple, panting from the pleasure that wracked his entire body. Juices were spilling down over his sack and dripping down from the broken chair to the kitchen floor, leaving a mingled, incestuous puddle of the love that they felt for each other...and as cyan eyes gazed up into seductive amber, Bayn stopped being afraid of the consequences, and started worrying about just how much be loved being inside of her.

"Dad...d-dad's gonna wake up..."

"I don't care, baby."

"What do w-we tell him?"

Sierra leaned forward, despite the mess, and rocked on her son's member, putting his knot to good use to draw out the last few seconds of her own orgasm. "We tell him to get in line...because I've got a son who will always take priority."