Screwed

by CrimsonEquine

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad, Other, Romance, Original Character, Sex
Length: 6919

You are the son of Screwloose, incestuous relations ensue.

Being born with a abusive father and a weak mother isn't easy to go through, although gaining a multi-million dollar company under your fathers stead from him going to jail isn't so bad. But, it all came with a price, your mothers sanity.

You try your best for what's good for her and hope that everything turns alright.

You would do anything to make her happy if it was any other instance.

Second person story showcasing you and ScrewLoose.

Incest Ahoy!

Published 2014-12-30 16:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-12-30 16:00:02 UTC

Crazy Love

You are 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. You and they move through quickly without making a peep. making it to the room where 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 you were 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 your 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 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 there will be 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. 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. 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 badly. 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, the memories washed over my brain 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... animalistic within said everything was going to be 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 too 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, son, are you 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, why stop? We already have our hooves 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."

"Look, the incest stops here, I'm putting my hoof down, Turn Table and the baby are the last ones, okay?"

"The two sigh disappointed."

"Fine, but I'll only agree if I fuck Turn's little brother thats coming up."

"Thats fine, make kids with all our kids for all I care."

Turn Table smiled joyously at the prospect. The three huddled together in each others touch. Screwloose breathed happily, her thick belly stretching from her inhale. A new incestuous family line had been born.