It was exceptionally late and Cup Cake was pouring a cup of wine with the most decadent red. She had been awaiting this night usually pondering and scraping her hooves against the ground. Nervously shaking that the knowledge of her "unsafe day" was upon her. Tonight was the only chance she could nurture life. Carrying a little young one in her womb for a long eleven months. She had planned for this, always smiling to herself at how devious she could be.
She took a sip, the sweet alcoholic flavor helping her prepare for the plan. No restraint or emotion would leave her. Nothing would stand in her way. Cup Cake could hear the stroking, the hard pulsating slapping of meat to meat. There was no denying that her son was pleasuring himself. It would be counted when he would do it. Only once at certain times during the week, but she would decipher the pattern with ease.
A sense of gratification swarmed her soul. She took another sip from her cup and combed her mane back. Just drunk enough to do what needed to be done. Cup Cake sat the drink down next to the wine bottle. The savory taste of wine was soon taken over by an urge to flavor forbidden fruit. Her son's stench could be smelled from afar. It always was stinky, and it would arouse her each time she smelled such a powerful odor. The scent of a grown stallion, it had been too long since she had that certain instinctive pleasure.
Cup Cake looked at herself, it wasn't too dark that she couldn't see the lingerie she used to use. Black stockings and see through underwear. Hopefully it would be enough to bring Pound Cake to her embrace.
She took a deep, cleansing breath and sighed. Tip toeing her way with all four of her hooves. The door to his room was slightly open, allowing some of the bright light out.
Cup Cake slid open the door without making a sound. She could hear moans from a mare the closer she stepped into the light. Pound Cake and his porn; at least she could take advantage of it. As she stepped in, she saw her son furiously masturbating on the bed. It was daunting to see, yet she would watch him without his notice. Thinking quickly, Cup Cake went to the left side of his view and suddenly felt an odd wooden stick on her back hoof. She lost balance and fell on her stomach, snapping the baseball bat and hitting her head in the process.
Later, Cup Cake opened her eyes and a dizziness swirled through her head. A hazy sight of her surroundings saw her son staring at her from the front of his bed.
"Mom, are you alright?" he would say worryingly.
Cup Cake frowned before turning over to the side. Her whole plan was ruined, all she could think about was how she would become a laughingstock after this whole thing blows over. She looked towards Pound Cake with shame over her head.
"I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you, but ever since your father died. I've been so desperate to have foals again... and no pony would ever take me at my age."
Pound Cake looked at his mother happily.
"Mom, this is your lucky day. Incest is one of my greatest fetishes and... well, I have a confession to make."
He pressed upon the remote he was carrying for the television to turn on. As the static turned into video showing mouths kissing and tongues swashing, Cup Cake saw herself and her husband during the night they made love for the first time.
"Heh, you didn't even know the moans that you were hearing were yours, huh mom?"
Cup Cake looked at the recording of her first night. She remembered it well, and it was currently on the part where she was about to climax and be filled with gooey stuffing. A warmth overtook her body and her vaginal juices leaked through the underwear.
Pound Cake gave a wide smirk. He went towards his mother and lowered down to where the leak was to perform some much needed maintenance. He thrust his tongue onto the spot where it was leaking. Cup Cake could feel the sensitive touch of a warm wet tongue on her cat. It made her gasp for air as she fell on the bed helpless. Her son tongued deeper, making as much juices flow out as possible.
"Mmmm, so your the one who "Nnngh" took the tape." she said between moans.
Pound pulled down the underwear. His urge to mate with his mother instantaneously elongated his dong. He would savor this perfect moment at all costs. Her pussy glistened in ecstasy, Pound could tell that it had been a while since she had a gentle touch. He smothered his mouth into where he was born and flavored the thicker juices that were deeper inside.
Cup Cake could feel her son's tongue tasting her. It lashed inward, flavoring her like a lollypop. She grasped his head and pressed it against her. Blushing feverishly at her orgasm coming so suddenly. Nothing, but having more of her son was all she could think about. A sudden torrent of liquid blasted into Pound's mouth. He savored each gulp and moan that she would give with a spurt.
Pound let loose himself from his mother and stood up to show his erection with a bright red on its skin. The boner he had was slightly painful by how aroused he was. Although, nothing like this would ever happen in a million years, so he didn't mind. Cup Cake spread her legs wide for her son and gave a smile of reassurance.
"Mom, I'll make you so pregnant that everypony would want to know who the father is by size alone!" he said, while stroking his bright red member.
Such words, Cup Cake blushed feverishly at the notion. She spread her pussy apart for her son, so anxious to be filled with his seed. Without a second more, Pound Cake went on top of his mother's stomach with his own. They stared into each others eyes before they both met with each others lips. Passionate energy and loving embrace. Cup felt his member upon her thigh as she kissed her son. The strength of it upon her leg excited her. She awaited patiently for the cock to be inserted, it neared its head before it touched her lips.
Pound Cake slid it slowly. Cup Cake let go of her son's mouthful of love to groan and grit her teeth as it went into her. Squirming from the intensity of a real cock going inside her. It truly had been too long for her to enjoy such a thing. She gave a bellow as the full mass of her son planted itself into her tightening love hole.
"Are you ready? Mom, I'm going to give and give, till your a stuffed little pregnant pony."
Cup Cake took a hot breath of air and nodded to his words. Pound pulled back and drove a powerful pump into her. She gasped at his member kissing deep near her womb.
Seeing her mother so happy that they had a common interest for once was amazing. Especially the fact that something as taboo as this would be actually possible. It gave him confidence in himself and he pumped with a strong force. His mother was so blind sided by the amount of ecstasy that she lay there on the bed shocked.
Pound sped up humping his mother. Each time he did, her insides would suck him in and coat his dick with more juice. Liquid dripping to the side of the bed and onto the floor. Then, he could feel his seed rushing through.
"Mom! I'm giving my love to you!" he would say in quick humps.
Cup Cake was ready for anything. As she could feel the precum being mixed with her watery goodness. She stood up and made a passionate kiss onto her son. He paused and made one final thrust. A massive load fired into her womb and flowed in like a tsunami of love.
"Mmmph, Mmmmph!" she would groan between mouthfuls of her son's tongue. His orgasm flowed like a river of life into the barren wasteland of his mother's womb.
Cup Cake fell back exhausted. Her son pulling out of her and letting loose his passion out to stain the carpet and bed sheets. They both lay together, side by side on the bed. Their love cemented forever more.
Cup Cake stood outside the Ponyville Hospital. It had been the first time she would be getting a fetal screening to see her unborn triplets. They said her foals were healthy, but she wanted to see them for herself. She never expected that her son would be able to impregnate her so well. Several tries would have probably be needed, but he pulled it off on one night. Sure, they had more sexual encounters afterwords, but that magical time had to be the one.
Of course, nothing was set in stone, but she was certain by a strange feeling she had. Either way, her bulging belly that was large enough to stretch to her hooves gave her a happiness no pony could ever understand. She smiled to herself after all that has happened and felt no remorse.
She was always a mother and nothing else. And she had the perfect son with her always.
Things were looking up and not a damn thing would get in her way.
