>Be anonymous.
>Visiting the Ponyville Hospital, its mothers day, might as well humor your own mother.
>Feeling a bit agitated that you barely go to see her, guilt sits in when you realize how long its been.
>Open the door to the asylum after going through the gates.
>Its the same since you last visited the asylum, the usual white paint on the walls and the same attendant sitting in the front desk.
>She catches your presence and seems to recognize you from afar with that look she has.
>You trot to her and tell her you want to visit your mother, Screwloose.
>The attendant tells the progress they have made with her.
>She has been less prone to agitation and better yet, hasn't howled at night since around a month ago.
>Memories sweep through your mind like a fast picture play.
>Your father divorcing and abusing your mother with words, constantly saying that she was a horrid beast with no worth.
>It inevitably went out of control and she lost herself in those words.
>Becoming the thing his father dictated her as in an act to please.
>A truly fractured mind.
>It was all that bastards fault, but him in jail and you under control of the empire was enough payment for his crimes.
>You never had time to visit with all the work a CEO had to endure.
>At least now she will find a friendly face after all of this hell.
>You wait patiently in the seat until they called your name.
>Walking down the corridor until you made it to the insanity ward.
>Going past the crazed ponies as they laughed erratically in their wheel chairs, being pulled towards their rooms.
>The room number you were given was 145.
>Door after door until you finally arrived at the place at the end of the ward.
>Two knocks on the door and it screeched open.
>A doctor greets you and lets you in.
>You show him your number and trot inside to see the slumbering form of your mother on the bed.
>The doctor informs you the progress she has made before he left you sitting near.
>You watch your mother sleeping right side up.
>She opens her eyes suddenly and looks at you curiously.
>You call her mom and she stares at you blankly.
>She looks at you, trying to remember your face.
>Quickly, she picks herself up and hugs you.
>No barking, only giggles of happiness.
>No more animal action, no loss of communication, you really do have your mother back.
>Tears form from your eyes as you hug her in return.
>"Mom!" you utter with her warm embrace.
>"Anonymous! It has been so long. Where have you been all this time?" your mother asks.
>"I've been great, I'm so glad your getting better."
>"Yea! The doctors here are so nice! And even though I never got a treat, they did help me so much."
>"That's awesome, if you keep this up then you can return back home."
>"H-home?"
>"Yea, back in Las Pegas, don't you remember?"
>Your mother sits on the bed with a pondering hoof on her lip.
>"Las Pegas?"
>"Yes, don't you remember, with me and dad..."
>Screwloose looks at you scared, such fear brings worry to you.
>"Mom? Is something wrong?"
>"I-I'm a good girl, I won't be disobedient again, I'm sorry."
>"No, mom, don't please."
>Your mother then starts barking out of uncontrollably, she suddenly licks your face before you can push her off.
>Doctors burst into the asylum, the door slamming open with many of them.
>All of them push you back away from her as you hear howls of pain from her.
>A needle goes into her and she settles down.  
>The doctors escorted you out of the building.
>They told you that she was triggered by the memory of the spouse and she was set off again.
>Months of hard work of redirecting her psyche from chaos was completely shattered in one day.
>You could feel the anger in one of the doctor's face.
>They politely asked you to leave even though you could tell they wanted to do more than that.
>Now you just stood outside the gates of your mothers cage.
>You feel a abysmal hate raise from your soul.
>What a cruel turn of events, how could things turn this way?
>You scowl with rage and pick up a rock to then throw it at the nearest tree.
>The crunch of the wood showed your dirty work again.
>The cycle continues.
>You soon have a desperate realization that the place she is in isn't working.
>The decision was made, you needed to get her out of there, sane or not.
>You pull out your cellphone, call some friends to help you out.
>You stay away from the place for a while, waiting for your colleagues to come one by one.
>They supply you with the tools that you ordered for the job.
>A black mask with a matching recon suit.
>Five ponies ready to infiltrate a asylum.
>You knew that they would never let her loose in the condition she was in.
>You weren't really needed for the operation and didn't really have the experience for this.
>Still, you had to at least be there while the thugs did all the work.
>It soon became dark, you watched the asylum with your "friends" side by side.
>The moon watched over above.
>You could hear a distinct howl from deep within the asylum.
>"I'm comin, mom." you whisper.
>The order was made, you and your team go infiltrate the place.
>Firstly, they climb over the metal fence and unlock the sliding door to the place with some electronic device.
>We move through quickly without making a peep.
>We make it to the room where my mother resided, a sudden flash of light from the opposite end of the corridor.
>Just in time to unlock the door with a lockpick, but only I was able to enter.
>There was your mother who was knocked out cold.
>She was drooling in her bed asleep and strapped in a straight jacket.
>You quickly pick her up and notice the trace of light disappear from under the padded door.
>Opening the door, you find your partners waiting outside.
>You and them quickly run out from the asylum.
>No alert security guards or tripped security systems.
>Out like a blur the six of you went out into the night.
>Throwing your mother over the fence, she was easily caught from the other side like a football.
>You were home free, now to get her to where she belonged.
>You say farewell to your partners, reimbursing them later as agreed.
>Into the car, you drove all the way to Las Pegas throughout the rest of the night.
>The mansion estate was as you remembered before the whole fiasco.
>In you went with your Limo through the gates, parking it underground.
>You entered the furnished home through the garage and carried the unconscious equine up the stairs to the living quarters.
>You set her on the bed she used to sleep on before this nightmare had begun.
>Opening the drawer was a little knife, you cut her free from the straight jacket.
>Exhausted from all you've done; morning shined through the glass wall and you rested your head near where mother rested.
>It was an exhausting task, but it was all finally done.
>everything will be normal again.
>A quiet murmur and tired eyes went to sleepy land.
 
>You lift your eyes up slowly to the bright sun.
>You notice that your mother was gone.
>Panic sets in and you search around quickly to where she may have gone.
>You run out of the room, you smell something delightful come your way.
>Its something palatable. The type of smell that makes you hungry.
>You soon realize that you haven't eaten since before the rescue.
>Walking down the stairs into the kitchen, you find your mother cooking something.
>She seems normal and isn't acting batshit crazy.
>Just stirring some type of mixture in a metal pot.
>You call out to her, "Mom?".
>She turns towards you happily.
>"Oh hi anon! I was just preparing you something to eat! Would you like some cabbage stew?"
>You feel a divine relief all over your body.
>"Yes, I would love some."
>She opens a cupboard and takes out two plates.
>She sets them down on the table and pulls the metal pot out of the stove.
>Setting it on the wooden surface and began pouring the soup into your plate.
>The very image of your mother so stable and welcoming makes you feel so happy inside.
>You finally have your mom again.
>She passes a spoon to you and you take a hearty sip after picking up a lot of soup.
>It tastes just like she used to make it.
>Absolutely astounding how she remembered to make such a meal after all this time.
>You watch as she sits in front of you.
>"So, anon, how have things been?"
>"Good, I've been taking care of the business since father left..."
>You just realize what you have just done.
>"Father? Your father..."
>She starts growling like a dog.
>You stand up and she runs on all fours out of the kitchen.
>"Mom! Wait! Please!!"
>You chase her until she pauses at the door.
>You see that she... wants to go outside.
>"Ah, no! Mom, just calm down."
>She starts to whine.
>"No, I can't, your not a dog!"
>She just stares at you confused.
>You don't know what to do.
>You look at the leash tied to the coat hanger.
>And the collar of your deceased family dog...
>You don't want to hurt your mom anymore.
>As ridiculous as it sounds, you might just take her out.
>At this point there really isn't much you can do.
>You take the collar and tie it into her neck.
>Tie the leash into the collar and open the door.
>Your mother pulls on you and you start walking out.
>Its a nice day in the wilderness, good thing this estate is far away from civilization.
>The large trees through the street.
>It was weird to watch your mother smell the grass and urinate in the bushes.
>This was truly a crazy thing.
>None-the-less, you just wanted to make her happy in any way possible.
>So, you just had to bear with it.
>Returning home she was tired after the long walk.
>Even after such a exercise, she stampeded through the place to the kitchen.
>You find her sitting near the old treat bin the dog used to be given.
>You search inside and find one treat in the basket.
>You gave it to her and you guided her back up to the room she was in.
>Now you know the trigger word, bringing up father.
>She enjoys her treat and rolls around the bed.
>You sit in a chair looking outside through the sun, questioning how things became this way.
>Then, you feel something under you hoof.
>You turn your head and see your mother sitting like a dog.
>"What is it?", you say to the mongrel that has become your mother.
>She bites into your hoof and pulls you out of your chair, you follow her into the bed.
>You lay on the bed, maybe she just needs some comfort.
>Then, something unexpected happens.
>She raises her plot at you.
>Staying at that position, so urgent and needy.
>You become naturally disgusted.
>"Mom! What!? No absolutely not!".
>Then, she whimpers.
>You feel guilt, a sour corrosive feeling of pain.
>How could you refuse her after all she has been through.
>You just don't want her to be hurt ever again.
>"But, this is wrong! I can't do this!?" you ask yourself.
>Again, the memories of your father and how she mistreated her flow through like a nightmare.
>You stand up on the bed.
>Your mother reaffirms her position again, she is eager for you.
>You smile nervously as she awaits your embrace.
>She yelps a soft-bark as if she is telling you to dive in.
>You get near her plot, its hot the closer you get.
>This is for her, if this is what she wants then it must be done.
>You press your muzzle into the place you were pushed out of.
>You smell her scent, it definitely is your mother all-right.
>Breaking the taboo gave a shocking pain in your mind.
>You grunted at how wrong this was, but you always reaffirmed yourself.
>Its for her.
>Its for her.
>You stick out your tongue and taste her.
>Its hot and sticky inside.
>She moans deeply as you tongue her.
>Lapping as deep as you can go.
>Her tail rests on your head.
>You shove your muzzle until her vaginal lips touch your face.
>Her moans keep pushing your phallus outward.
>More and more strength until fully erect.
>Suddenly, a torrent of water splashes into your face.
>You drink as much as you can; some of the liquid drips from your cheeks.
>She moans happily, not like a dog, but like a mare...
>You pull out with your muzzle.
>She screams a quick yelp.
>A waterfall of liquid seeps out from her.
>Your mother is still in position and blushing to her hearts content.
>She awaits you still.
>You force a smile and position yourself doggy style on top.
>"There is... no going back now."
>Your erect phallus touches the lips, a tiny squirt from your mother coats it.
>You feel a incredible warmth in your body.
>Hot all over and filled with energy, you push into the place that made you.
>Being so aroused by this gave a speck of fear.
>You feel how tight her fleshy walls are as you push through.
>You give a slight groan as you make it through.
>And just like that your in.
>You look to see how your mother fares.
>She is laying her head in the bed with her tongue stuck out.
>You look into the ceiling for a few moments.
>Then, you begin thrusting.
>Pushing into her folds.
>Your hoofs are shaky as they hold onto your mothers rump for balance.
>Your astonished how firm her cheeks are.
>It really sets you off.
>You keep pumping into her.
>She yelps between weak barks and moans.
>You grit your teeth and stretch as deep as you can to hit where her womb is.
>You could feel a little opening where the semen was supposed to shoot in.
>Its unimaginable that your father did the same to make you.
>Just a tiny sperm cell, the size of a microorganism.
>Now your fully grown and taking your fathers place.
>How magical, how structural the world seems when there is actually so much irony to this existence.
>It makes you feel like you could do anything.
>Every orgasm that you derive from your mother makes you realize that you have more access to things then you would not normally see.
>Maybe, you can impregnate your mother, have little offspring of each others, all for her.
>But, to not overdo it, don't want no genetic defects.
>Realities little flaw, those damned universal rules.
>Well, at least my great grandson can fornicate with relatives once the gene-pool has been mixed with a bit more.
>Ah who am I kidding? I might not even know what I'm talking about and just might be entirely wrong.
>But, all that really matters is making my mother happy.
>And she is going to get every single inch.
>You thrust much faster than ever before.
>Pushing her back into the bed.
>Exerting much more force into her vaginal walls.
>Little snaps of flesh resound loudly and the pitch gets faster and louder.
>You soon feel a weird sensation, once love for your mom becoming something more.
>Then, a spark from your brain, the realization of true love from one to another.
>Your penis flexes upwards, your testicles tighten, you could feel the veins in your penis fluctuate violently.
>The load comes through your fallopian tube.
>Your mother is yelping loudly by the intensity of your force like a rabid dog.
>You position your penis to her womb hole.
>And empty it all.
>You feel the hot, life giving fluid empty into your mother's womb.
>She pulls her head back from the sensation of the heat deep inside.
>Screwloose goes limp on to the bed.
>You release your member from her.
>You ejaculate some more on her plot.
>You fall back on the bed and stretch your legs.
>Your mother is very stationary.
>You get out of the bed and look at her face.
>She is asleep from the rigorous copulation.
>You decide to put her on her back onto the bed to rest properly.
>Returning to the bed, you find your mother snoring cutely.
>It felt so weird that your testicles were so emptied.
>Like it had been drained out completely.
>You breath for a few moments and feel the comforting cushion of the bed.
>Watching the slumbering form of your mother.
>Laying beside her just like your father had done long ago.
>You wonder what is in store for the both of you.
>What challenges might arise.
>Will she get pregnant?
>Will I become a father?
>All these questions and more were all answered quite easily.
>Of course.
>If she didn't get impregnated now, then there will be more chances in the future.
>The foal or colt might be an inbred, but if raised smartly, it won't be an issue.
>The only issue left was your mother herself.
>How will you deal with the dog thing.
>Then, it came to you.
>Just don't bring it up.
>And, if you need to inseminate her, just remind her of the father.
>Doggy humping in no time.
>Its all a system with a bit of care and work can succeed.
>She won't even know that its hers and the inbred won't know either.
>And if anything does go wrong, then I will find a way.
>"Sleep tight, everything is gonna be alright." you whisper to her as she slumbers.
>With your fears alleviated, you snuggled your head into the pillow to rest for the night.
>Its been several months.
>You've learned to deal with your mother.
>She has been self-aware to the pregnancy while not in doggy state.
>You "reminded" her that she wanted another child.
>You made a story that you and her went to the insemination clinic to get her pregnant.
>You work as the CEO while your mother stays home.
>You take her to places while meticulously making sure that she didn't trigger into her dog persona.
>Overall, she is satisfied.
>She sees you as your child and nothing else.
>All according to plan.
>One time you almost messed up.
>Bringing her to a place that was somewhere father and her went once.
>She almost triggered, but you quickly tell her another story.
>Something about how you didn't know what she was talking about.
>Overall, smooth as a whistle.
>You can tell she has been getting bigger.
>Months go bye, and your colt is much larger.
>You know this since you taken her to the doctor to see the fetus.
>Doctors say there is nothing wrong.
>Alibi of the insemination clinic works its magic.
>Now here you are, your mother eight months pregnant, and in her doggy persona.
>It took a couple of months prior to her pregnancy since the first time they mated.
>Many times there was intercourse.
>Tonight, she was in full girth, your son just ready to come to the world.
>And you wanted to say hello.
>The trigger hadn't been used in a while, but getting the picture of your father and showing her worked wonders.
>She even wanted to be walked just like last time.
>Even with her pregnant belly, she was so excited.
>Its so funny.
>Now it begs the question, should I have my mother give birth to our child in doggy state or normal.
>Either way works.
>Whatever, all that matters now is the winking awaiting me.
>Its so fast and eager, the pregnancy must have made her deeply in heat.
>Her thick womb pressing against the bed as she lifts her plot as high as it went.
>Just like last time.
>I don't waste any time.
>I want my testicle's emptied again.
>You penetrate her vaginal folds, her winking vagoo sliding below your urethra.
>You make a sudden groan at the feeling.
>You could hear your mother breathing helplessly, gasping for air.
>Now you slap her ass cheeks, she howls painfully with her tongue stuck out.
>Then, you hump her, almost enough to where your son was sleeping.
>In and out, more bending and liquid seeping from her tight hole.
>Push in closer and move a hoof to her belly, so round and strong.
>You squeeze it softly as you feel the hardness that used to be where you were grown.
>You really were going to be a father.
>This revelation made you rowdy and passionate with each hump.
>Who says we would stop there; maybe we can make even more.
>Our own little inbred paradise.
>It be so fine, you have enough money to support so many.
>You and your mother will be making so much love.
>She will be the glorious birth mother.
>And everything will be fine.
>You bid to never abuse her like your father did.
>With each thought of the future, your orgasm reaches stronger heights.
>Your mother begins to howl and for fun you howl in return.
>Both naughty little dogs.
>You feel this do some kind of effect to her.
>Her winker goes faster.
>She pushes against your force even more.
>She's aching for you seed.
>You just know it.
>High-pitched moans and then a excruciating final pump.
>You grimace and semen leaks out, dripping down to the bed, staining it.
>Then, you hear a door ring.
>Panic suddenly sets in, who would want to come at this time of night?
>You look at your mother, she looks at you with worry.
>"It's okay girl, just stay here.", you say to her quivering whimpers.
>You leave the bed, your seed leaking out of her.
>"Damnit, all I needed was three more months."
>You close the door to her room.
>You walk down the stairs and quickly answer the double door.
>You see Manehattan police greet you.
>"Yes? What is it?", you ask.
>"Yes, we are here to inform you that your mother has disappeared from the insane asylum and investigations are being made."
>"What!? how?"
>"We believe somepony has thieved her, it would be impossible for her to escape herself from such a facility."
>"Well, go find her!"
>"We just wanted to inform you, we will keep you posted."
>The Policeponies left on there way.
>You closed your door and wiped the drop of sweat from your brow.
>You couldn't believe that it took so long for them to inform you of her disappearance.
>You decide to trot yourself to where your mother was.
>Up the stairs and into her room.
>you find her sleeping quietly.
>Just being comforted by the cushion of the bed.
>Laying on her thick stomach.
>You trot to the bed and lay near her.
>The idea of you becoming a father returned.
>You slumbered soundly as your mother slept like a dog on the bottom of the bed.
>The next day, you went to work.
>It was too funny how you explained to your mother how she was sitting like a dog when she woke up.
>She expressed how she can't wait to give you another brother.
>You laugh on the inside.
>You leave and she continues her daily routine.
>You work looking through information of the companies assets and etc.
>Suddenly, a call comes up on your phone.
>You answer the phone and are greeted by an officer.
>He tells you that they found your mother in the streets, just trotting along normally.
>They also explain that she was eight months pregnant and are questioning her at the moment in the precinct.
>You start to freak out.
>You quickly run down the stairs and tell your assistant that you will be off for the day.
>Thoughts start roaming through your mind.
>If the media gets wind of this, then I'm ruined.
>A huge spectacle and if they found out who the father is for the pregnancy...
>There had to be a move and it had to be made now.
>There was only few options.
>Either get her out of the precinct or make some kind of alibi.
>You get in your car and drive.
>You pull up to the precinct after driving through five O'clock traffic in Manehattan.
>The fear was too much but, you had an alibi that would clear in case things didn't work out.
>If your mother mentioned anything about the year and two months, you would tell him you had no recollection of such things.
>You enter the glass door and go through the motions to meet with your mother.
>You finally get to someone.
>He tells you that an officer began the interrogation and mentioned her father which caused her to go crazy.
>You sigh internally.
>They say their gonna move her to the insane asylum since they don't really know what else to do.
>Even if she was eight months pregnant, they still thought it was best for her condition and the colt to fix her psyche.
>There gonna move her to the place again.
>You cringe that she was going to return away from you, but you thought it was for the best.
>They say they are going to take care of her and the colt well and that you have nothing to worry about.
>You leave the place and drive home.
>You worry about your mother and the child she will bare for you.
>How things will work out in the long run seems kinda scary.
>Hopefully, things will inevitably work out.
>Hopefully.
>Shortly after that scenario, you follow the motions, watching as time passed without much going on.
>It finally became three months time and you decide to visit your mother for the week that she would go through labor.
>They moved her from the asylum to a more suitable hospital.
>You arrive at the hospital, go to the place she was sleeping, etc.
>You find her residing on a hospital bed watching television.
>She seems to be watching a informative show about dogs or something.
>"Hey, mom, how's everything?" you ask.
>"Oh, its been great! Your little brother is coming, I still don't know what to name him."
>"I still can't believe I had a mental ailment after all this time."
>You stare at her, not knowing what to say.
>"Well, how have you fared in the asylum? I hope they have been treating you well."
>"Oh, they are as nice as always, they treat me even better than before with the bun in the oven a comin."
>"I'm glad mom, I just wanted to check on you after all this time."
>"I always wondered who the father was, ya know, when we went to the insemination clinic, I can't quite remember."
>"I bet he is missing out, but take care of yourself mom... we don't want things to happen like with father."
>"What!?"
>"Don't you remember!? Father, the man who abused you for so long?"
>"Wuh!?"
>"Who do you think is the father of that child in your womb, huh? Its me your schizophrenic idiot!"
>Screwloose only stared painfully, the pain was too much to express.
>"Remember how father verbally bucking abused you, how he kept telling you were an animal!?"
>She would only watch in disbelief.
>...
>"Arf."
>"Thats a good girl."
>"Ruff!"
>"Yea, keep talking, be a good girl."
>She barked, with teeth clenching tightly.
>"Yes, Augh, buck yes! Yes, I'm so hard right now, undress you bitch!"
>"Whine"
>"Take off your clothes!"
>Screwloose hastily took off the maternity gown.
>Her pregnant belly revealed itself, it was thick with a large colt.
>"There's my boy! Come to papa!"
>With that, you stretch out your cock and penetrate her vaginal folds again.
>She moans with cute little pitches.
>Keep trying to reach your son.
>Pumping and pumping.
>"Hey!? Whats going on in there!?"
>You look behind you; your cock still inside the warmth.
>You quickly cover your mothers mouth.
>"Oh, its nothing! Just a nightmare I had." you say to the door.
>"Well, alright, rest well."
>You hear the footsteps trot away from you the door.
>You wait, your mother's mouth still covered.
>You start humping again, her moans muffled with each pump.
>You feel your penis stimulate furiously.
>Then, you orgasm.
>You bellow with a whisper your satisfaction.
>Then you look at your mother.
>She only watches you until she makes a cry.
logical breaking news.
>You knew something was going to happen.
>You didn't care, all of this waiting has caused you to go insane.
>Always having to keep it a secret.
>You walked out of that hospital with your mother filled with cum.
>And she was slumbering happily like a dog.
>You drove to the hotel you were sleeping in.
>Slumbering happily after shamelessly fucking her.
>The next day, you wake up from the phone ringing.
>They tell you that she is going through labor.
>You drive your way to the hospital again.
>It was finally time to meet your own son.
>Through the hospital doors, into the emergency womb.
>You could hear your mother screaming from afar.
>They told you to wait, so you waited.
>The screams were loud and agonizing.
>Then, after hours of waiting, you finally stop hearing screams.
>It was finally time.
>They came out of the room, doctors covered in medical cloth.
>They told you she lost consciousness, but the child is a healthy colt.
>You trot hastily and see your slumbering mother completely wiped out.
>You look to see your son sitting in a doctors hooves.
>He was brown, with a white mane like her mothers.
>You couldn't help, but smile.
>They tell you that the mother named him "Turn Table".
>They carry away the child to be put into the nursery.
>You leave to where they put him.
>Behind a glass wall with other little ones.
>You can't help, but watch and watch before it was time to go.
>Without a doubt, you have become a father.
>Excitement was evident in your eyes throughout the rest of the night.
>Time passes, they return your mother to the asylum.
>Without her, you decide to take care of the colt yourself.
>Colt milk, toys, everything you supplied for your little guy.
>You would go to work and a trusted nanny would watch him.
>When you get home, you would see the happy face of your son in his crib.
>You wanted your son to see his mother.
>You decide to pay a visit to her after all this time.
>Your son had gotten a few months older.
>You travel by pegaplane, and drive to the asylum with a rented car this time.
>It was oddly nostalgic, like so long ago this whole fiasco began in this place.
>Your son is excited to see his mother for the first real time.
>You carry your little colt as he giggles.
>Entering the familiar place.
>Moving to where she was.
>They told you that she is almost completely healed.
>She will be out in no time.
>Gratification is all you feel.
>You enter the room after getting the directions and etc.
>You open the door with your colt next to your leg.
>Screwloose is awaiting patiently, before your colt rushes to hug his mother.
>She starts to cry, saying, "My colt!".
>You just watch the reunion with a smile.
>You enter the room.
>You tell her about what they have done together.
>How he has treated him.
>After a great reunion, you tell your son to go play in child section, while somepony supervises of course.
>Hey, mom, he is a beautiful one.
>I know, I just wish that I could have been with him when he grew... I'm so sorry.
>Sorry about what? You have nothing to say sorry for.
>For putting you up with all this, I should have never gone crazy.
>She starts to cry.
>You sit next to her while she cries.
>Theres only one thing that's missing from all this.
>Whats that mom? Tell me.
>She leans close to you.
>You.
>With that, a sudden kiss to the lips and a surprised gaze from yourself.
>She only smiles at your confusion until you realize she knows all that has happened.
>Then, without hesitation, she grabs your testis.
>Massaging your balls so desperately to get you hard.
>It was quite obvious she wanted it hard.
>You can only watch as your phallus hardens.
>"H-how long have you-nngh!?"
>She engorges you, sucking quickly while you watch outside for anypony who might come in.
>Pulling your head back while her tongue slides down your urethra.
>You didn't realize how much of a pro your mother was.
>Then, she started choking herself, shoving and coughing just for your pleasure.
>Confusion and orgasms were a wierd combination.
>Then, she lets go and moves to the bed while giggling.
>Mom, how long have you known? you say as you get on the bed with her.
>Ever since you told me, then memories washed over like a tsunami.
>Ever since then, I've been healed.
>Why didn't you tell anyone?
>You slide your phallus into her all in an instinctive effort to get her pregnant again.
>Because, even though I was disgusted by it all, something... animal said everything was alright.
>You pump into her, she makes little moans.
>I-nnngh!, can't believe you sexually violated me while I believed myself a dog! Even-Aangh! Taking me out for walks!
>I didn't know what to do mom! Everything just spiraled out of control.
>Just stop talking.
>She grabs your head and pulls you in for a kiss.
>The mouthful was passionate just like you remembered when she was like a dog.
>More pumping into her, lady liquid seeping out from the sides.
>You let go of her mouth.
>Oh, impregnate me again, I want so many babies you bastard son of mine!
>You did all this, might as well finish it as you had started son!
>I'm sorry!
>You splurge into her womb, trying your best to give as much to coat her inner walls.
>You breathe heavily from the amount you gave.
>She pulls your head up and smiles.
>We are an incestual freak show, and mark my words I would make you pay for this, but I love you more than your father, and I promise we will have babies forever.
>With that, you slouch on your mothers body and decide to kiss her belly.
>After visiting your mother and she gets out after a few months, you finally have your family.
>You fornicate together, the colt keeps growing, until she becomes pregnant again.
>Over time, you and your mother have 3 children by the time Turn Table turns teen.
>One night, you and her are getting busy, tongues kissing, neck sucking, etc.
>You hear something near that sounds like fast stroking.
>You stop your mother and go check out the source of the sound.
>You open the closet to find Turn Table masturbating to the two of you of all.
>You get angry, asking what he is doing here even though you already can guess what it was.
>Your mother shushes you and bends down to her son.
>She tells him everything is alright and she begins to deep throat him.
>My little boy has grown so big...
>Mom, don't stop.
>You harumph, trotting to the bed as your mother finishes him off.
>Sucking the semen and giggling as he squirts all over her face.
>C-can I kiss you mom?
>Why of course my child, mmph!
>Wow, mom, thats amazing.
>Great, now that your satisfied, go to bed, me and your father are busy.
>He runs and trots along to his room.
>You look at her angrily.
>What? she says.
I don't want our child to become enthralled into this.
>Oh come now, he's just growing up, I might even have a few little colts with him.
I still don't approve, I know everything were doing is wrong in the first place, but...
>Oh shoosh, we haven't gotten overboard with inbreeding yet, just relax, he will make strong colts out of me.
Whatever you say, just be careful.
>Oh quit your whining and rut me you fool!
>You continue your love making.
>She bites your ear as you buttfuck her.
>You unload your seed and desecrate the bed.
>You slumber together as sleepy incestual fucks of the night.
>The next day, you leave for work.
>After that discussion, you hope nothing to crazy would happen between your mother and Turn Table.
>While you work, Turn Table is slumbering silently in his bedroom.
>The door squeaks open, for Screwloose to emerge, hunger in her eyes.
>She trotted to the slumbering form.
>Removing the bed covers.
>Finding her young stallion's phallus fully erect.
>He must be having a wet dream.
>Screwloose takes advantage of this moment.
>Flavoring her meal, she licks the tip where his member bends higher.
>Doing the same as last night, she deep throats her child.
>Turn Table opens his eyes, locking them at his mother licking the sides of his penis.
>With a kiss, she speaks.
>Your awake my dear, are you ready to have some fun?
>Turn Table nods nervously.
>I want to let you know my first, that I'm in estrus today.
>So that means, if you cum inside me, something wonderful will happen.
>Turn Table blushes red.
>Good, now get ready, I'm about to bare you one.
>With that, Screwloose got up and shoved his phallus into her warmth.
>Nnngh! Yes, pump where you were born...
>Turn lays back as his mother did all the work.
>Jumping up and down on him, awaiting for his fertilizing wet.
>She reaches her son for a kiss, where he reciprocates whole-heartedly.
>Love making in the morning, the sun rising up in the window near.
>Yes! My child! Are you close! Give it your all!
>She moans horribly, aching for her sons semen.
>Each hump mixed to the loud moans makes Turn Table clench his eyes.
>Gritting his teeth, he explodes a torrent of love.
>She gasps agony, sweating profusely from the heat inside.
>Then she falls and smacks her loving lips to his, he squirts another load from that alone.
>Exhausted, Turn Table lays in the bed while his mother kissed his neck.
>They slumber together more than mother and son.
>Again, time has past.
>You watch your mother get bigger.
>You know its not yours, but you feel proud of your son amidst all the disgust.
>In some way, you were going to become a grandpa.
>It was incredibly early, yet it seemed right in this little incestual family.
>You can hear him and your mother making love every night.
>Once in a while, you have your time with her.
>One day, your mother is awaiting you for good times.
>Hello, anon, ready?
>More than you believe, you say as you strip off your work clothing.
>Anon, I was thinking we could please more than two this day.
>Emerging from your mother, you notice your son, Turn Table.
>Hi Dad! Can you believe I'm going to be a daddy, just like you!
>You smile warmly.
>Your son and her begin to kiss each other, moans and mouthfuls throughout.
>You harden unbelievably.
>Crawling in the bed with them both.
>Alright, son, how about you take her front and I'll take her back?
>Sounds good to me dad!
>Both you and Turn Table are hardened wolves, ready to fuck a lucky lassy.
>You scoot up towards her back, positioning your phallus into her anus.
>Your son carefully places himself before her embrace.
>She moans, signalling that your son had penetrated her.
>Ooh, who is a good son, getting me all pregnant, and Aaagh!
>You slip your cock into her anus and feel the tightening hold.
>In tandem, you and Turn thrust and thrust.
>Your mother moaning horribly by the double penetration.
>Turn smothers his face where his child's womb is.
>Mommy! Can we have more babies?
>Not until I seduce your brother and you impregnate your sister.
>Okay!
>Wait what!? you say surprised.
>Whats wrong dad?
>Look, we can't do that!? That is pushing it at this point.
>Oh, anon, why stop? We already have our foot five steps in the door.
>Because it could cause defects and more, were lucky that Turn and his siblings became normal! How would we know that the one in your belly will be healthy?
>Hmmph! You and I both know its perfectly healthy.