Severity And Auditory Obsessions

You clean the edges of your knife, a knife that you kept for so long. It was only for protection. But protection can only get you so far, and you weren't being attacked. You simply clean it while you stare at your own mother.

A mother who gave you the birth of life, the birth of thought, the birth of emotions and psychical movement. The mother you played with, the mother you lived with, the mother who got you prepped for school, friends, daily life, and everything involving you. Only you. You were her angel, the child she had to bear and protect and hold dear against all the dangers of the world. She would never let anyone get near her baby boy.

She was a mother who cooked for you, made love with you, fucked you into exhaustion, laughed and cried with, held so many passionate and natural memories with. She was the mother who cared for you, loved you, had high hopes for and knew you would do good. She was the kind of mare you wanted to love, care-for and murder.

She was the exact type of mare you wanted to kill because no one else wanted her, so why should you?

It began as all mornings did, wake up, go take a shower, watch the clouds turn darker and darker. Was the war ever going to end? You didn't seem to mind, she was still here, so what if most of your friends were shipped off to war and you stayed behind? It was a matter of choice, and you chose to stay. Plus the idea of waking up to your mother everyday and morning sex sure brought a smile to your face. She was a real turn-on when she admitted her hornyiness of morning sex. It was something she always liked while his father preferred sex as a rare commodity. It was sad, but also hearthwarming when your father and her husband died last year. A year before the epidemic became global. These days it's often sad that you have to wake up early and work as a guard inside a guard-tower every twelve hours, seven days a week. It was hardly enough time to give your mom some personal pleasure. It was a little while earlier when she first started turning you on, you would never think that a mother could do that. But this surprised you more than anything.

You were fifteen when this first happened. First it was the way she looked on some nights, even in the most boring attire she still had the wild, adventurous and curious vibe. No matter how bad her clothing looked, you guessed it was just natural for middle-aged mares. But damn, you were shocked at how much you loved her. Not the love for life, family way. But the love of your life type of way. This was special, it seemed special. Now it's been five years later and you finally got the wish of your dreams and began to fuck your mother into exhaustion. She was a little hesitant at the idea, intentionally she didn't so much find the idea as weird or beautiful as the fact that her son was admitting this kind of personal feelings. She was beyond flattered that her baby-boy ever thought of her in that way. He wanted it now, he wanted her and nobody was going to change his idea. She was resilient but eventually gave in after months of time and energy he had putted into developing this relationship.

Soon, life would take on a whole new meaning in terms of sexual activity and the meaning of true love. They were unstoppable in this duo of sex, passion, fire and the dirty desire to make their lives special, and unique. Both knew that they wouldn't tell their friends and their family because nobody approved of incest. And any incestuous experience was still considered punishable by death, depending on the circumstance. Some could get away with it, if it's business or market related reasons, otherwise it's beyond forbidden and considered a taboo.

This was real love to them, not blind love, but real love.

One night, she almost looked too beautiful, you ripped her clothes off just enough so you could put your hard shaft into her guarded pussy. Some nights she was too much that you came right on the spot when you first started to fuck her senseless. Sometimes you both would put each in blinds and walk around the room with a recording placed between your privates, telling each other of their favorite sexual positions and secret fetishes that they had kept in hiding. Sometimes it turn him on so much that his cock would lift the recording away from his privates that it would fall to the ground, but by that point they were already fucking one another. Other nights they were successful and both of your naked bodies would begin to touch and caress each other before she went down on you. She was always kind in going down first because she liked to suck you off before you shot a load inside her. She liked the pre-cum swirling around her mouth and coating her teeth before sucking it down with a look of determination cultivating in her eyes. Here you were, being sucked off by a 36 year old women. You couldn't be more happier. You had more sex than you ever had in your short life. And you were only twenty one.

One fond memory reminded him of the good times.

She was both curious and sad at times that you would want someone like her, and wouldn't rather go for a women your age. But you didn't care, this is what you want, this is what you needed. The thoughts reeled around your head as you came close to cumming in her mouth. She stopped sucking on your shaft and simply used her wings as they arched to her sides and caressed your hard penis. You grabbed her mane and played with it firmly while keeping a steady grip so you don't fall over. She muses a few, but deviously short words on what she is planning to do to you when she is done massaging your hard cock. A devilish smile curls around her face and the fire in her cheeks blossom as she licks the tip of your penis. Her saliva coating the tip, it becomes so red that she know's your ready. She uses her wings to jerk the shaft while she licks each of your balls. Lightly sucking each one, a little force is being put by her mouth that it feels like she is vacuuming them. The hot air and saliva trickling down your balls and falling to the floor.

She picks up speed with her wings, the anticipation is killing you both. Before he exhales in a complete daze, you look up at his face slowly numbed by the beautiful sensation of you sucking and jerking off his balls and cock. His speech was in slow slurs, but his excitement was evident. He was going to blow a big load and she didn't want to be there to miss it. His balls contracted and lifted up to his cock, which then made her immediately place her lips onto his pulsating penis. Blood racing through his cock to his tip, she was sure she could taste it also, but she focused back on both her wings and hooves to caress his hungry dick. Her tongue tickling and playing with his tip, he replied gracefully, "Almost there....almost," as his eyes darted back to his mother's head bobbing up and down, front and back. She looked at the moment he looked, and then his cum washed away her face as it came out it large gulps. Dripping heavily, and excessively, the hot cum tickled her neck as it dripped down onto her stomach, it coated her light brown mane and with her mouth now plugging his cock, she could have this life-source all to herself. She used her hooves to pick up the pace and jerk his cock viciously to let much as she could ooze into her awaiting tongue. A second load exploded and he screamed in bliss as she happily smiled at his submission. Letting her mouth be capped on tightly to milk him dry. Her tongue overlapped and licked his tip ferociously while his cum swirling around her mouth created an intense ecstasy.

That was before you killed her.

It had been one slow night at work that evening.

And you decided to come home early.