Redux: Lineage

"I..." I muttered, unable to get the words past the knot in my throat.

Why? How? What? When?

A flurried mess of responses rocketed through my skull, heart pounding like a drum at a festival, face burning a red so hot it burned, and a rapidly-swelling erection locked away in the confines of my pants, confused-yet-ready to be unleashed. How could she do that? She was my mother! The woman that was supposed to be the furthest thing away from a lover that she could get in her life. Yet she kissed me. Outright kissed, tongues and everything... what was going to happen now? Where did we go from here?

"Are you gonna say something?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at me with a playful smirk. "Or are you gonna sit there like a lemon for the rest of the day?"

"I..." I repeated, a low growl forming in my throat before I finally managed to choke out a response. "Can I kiss you again?"

"Whenever and wherever you wish, honey," she nodded, leaning forward and smooching me again.

I felt sick to my stomach at this point. Guilt rocked every fibre of my being at the crime against nature I was committing right now, we were committing right now. I once again squeezed her backside, feeling the dense, thick fat that was covered by her flimsy dress. I was moving on pure instinct at this point, years and years of repeated fucking with so many different types of women had given me muscle memory beyond what seemed human.

I slid the dress up with my fingers, feeling the soft, blemish-less skin under my palms as I kneaded it softly. Her ass was amazing, not big enough to hold a candle to someone like Celestia, but big enough to make all the other girls jealous and my dick hard as a rock. I shifted my fingers to the crack of her ass, feeling the material of the skimpy underwear she wore. It was a G-String made of what felt like satin, soft and warm. I hooked my finger underneath the thin line and pulled it aside, plunging my fingers between her enormous ass cheeks and feeling the warmth of her hidden treasures spread onto my hand.

"Uhnf..." my mother moaned as my fingers rubbed against her labia, breaking the kiss and shifting us both. "If we're doing this, then we better lock the door, keep quiet, and get something to act as lubricant."

I did all of this in a matter of seconds, ducking out from underneath her and bolting the door shut, reminding myself to be quiet no matter what happened, and digging out a moisturising lotion from my bag and placing it on the bedside. I grabbed hold of her shoulders and tore the front half of her dress open, her eyes wide in shock as her bra was exposed to the temperature of the room.

"Somebody's a little desperate," she said, her eyes glowing brightly once more as she did the same to me, using her superior Alicorn strength to tear the entirety of my shirt open and off. "Just as good that I am as well."

I squeezed her enormous breasts, feeling her erect nipples through the flimsy material of her pink bra, reaching around her back and unclasping it with trained precision, throwing the underwear away and letting her perfect, heaving tits fall free. The spat of guilt kicked up again, knowing that this was a feminine form I should never find enjoyment in seeing, but a thumping feeling in my head, heart, and loins told me to ignore it. I squeezed them again, harder this time, Cadance gritting her teeth and groaning in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"I should've expected you to be this rough," she said with a smirk, pulling my belt off and opening my pants, allowing my enormous, throbbing cock to spring free from its prison and meet her hungry gaze. "Oh... oh yes."

With the look of a starving animal in her beautiful pink eyes, she applied the lotion to her hands and began to pump them up and down my cock. The lotion was cold at first, but was soon rubbed in enough to not be noticeable, especially as my mother's hot and skilled hands worked literal magic on my cock, that throbbing feeling in my loins surging up stronger than ever as I began to toy with her hair.

"You know... I expected you to protest a lot more at first," she said, her voice covering the wet noises of her wanking my cock off and the sultry tone it was slathered in making me feel warm inside. "But I guess nature always trumps nurture in the end, doesn't it?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked, struggling to form sentences over the haze that had invaded my mind.

"I'll tell you later," she said with a shrug, fondling my balls with the palm of one of her hands while using the other to work the tip of my cock. "I don't want you distracted with a biology lesson now of all times. Here, keep yourself busy for a minute while I get undressed properly."

I did as told, beating myself off while my mother stripped down entirely, casting the shredded remains of her dress aside, her underwear cast side with nary a care, and her socks and boots thrown over either shoulder. With that done, she dragged an enticing finger from her mouth down to her pussy, winking, and then beckoning me over with a slender finger.

"What do you want first?" she asked in a playful tone.

I moved over to her, wrapping my arms around her thick hips and hugging her once more, her skilled hands moving back onto my cock, toying with the tip as it was pressed against her abdomen. As I stood against the much larger woman, my nose was set alight by her smell. I glided my hands down to her breasts again, squeezing and toying with them. I leaned forward and began to suck her neck, her skin itself having the same taste as the scent in my nose, each whiff and lick of her wiping away layers upon layers of guilt and remorse and replacing them with a single desire: fuck her as hard as I could.

My mother soon guided me away from rubbing against her and licking at anything in reach, aiming me back towards the bed and sitting me down, getting on her knees as she conjured up a small magic ring, glowing and pulsating. Confused for a mere moment, I stared at the object before she used it as naught more than a bobble, tying her hair behind her head into a thick ponytail; a sign that she was getting serious with me now.

"I hope you don't mind the lack of talent I'm going to put into this..." she said in a coy manner. "But I'm just gonna slobber all over this thing for about ten minutes because your cock is beautiful."

And slobber she did, placing the thick tip of my cock into her mouth and giving it the wettest kiss you could imagine. Lashing her tongue up and around the foreign object, thick lips wrapped tightly around it, and eyes seemingly locked onto mine as she sucked my dick. I placed my hands behind me and leaned back on the bed, giving her more room to work as I sat there panting, my mother's amazing mouth once again kicking up that pounding drumbeat in my head, chest, and cock more and more.

She remained with her hands away from my cock, leaning on them instead as she began to bob up and down on it, twisting her head and flicking her tongue, making the flesh and foreskin pull and move in different ways as her head moved up and down. I gritted my teeth, growling quietly under my breath as my more animalistic desires came to light, wanting every so much to grab hold of the back of her head and fuck her throat as hard as I could. But I held myself back, for now at least, and merely allowed her to work her magic on my shaft.

The first five inches were soon glistening with spit and Cadance seemed to be able to take that length without so much as trying, comfortable sitting her mouth on those thick inches and still fucking me with her eyes, as she never took those gorgeous, glowing orbs off mine for even a split second, no matter how much she took into her mouth. I couldn't even remembered if she'd blinked... or if I had either. I didn't want to blink, because then I'd miss even that much of her beauty. The smell was back again, thick and heavy, clinging to the back of my throat and making every breath only increase my arousal for her.

I spotted her wiggling her backside in a playful manner, her thick, white ass jiggling ever so softly at the gentle hip motions as she took the eighth inch into her mouth, now well into her throat and still showing no signs of difficulty, struggle... or even effort. My mother was a blowjob princess, one of the best I'd ever had. While Celana and Angela were good with dick in their own rights and even though they'd enjoyed it, they still made it look like work. Made it look like they had to put effort into pleasuring me, that bringing me to orgasm was a task they had to slave away for. Cadance's skill and attitude made her seem like she had the ability to make me cum in about eight seconds, but she simply chose not to as she wanted me to enjoy her 'work'.

"How are you so good at this?" I asked in a desperate tone.

"Years of practice," she said around my cock. "Your dad's bigger than you are, too, so this is kind of less work than it usually is. That being said... your cock is fucking huge, baby."

"Thanks... I guess," I said, not really sure how to take that semi-back-handed complement.

"You taste different as well..." she said, ruffling her hair briefly as she went down on my cock sideways for several seconds. "Your dad's cock tastes like, well, cock. But you... you taste different. You taste good."

"What do I taste like?" I asked.

"Like an animal," she answered. "You taste like a wild animal that's barely kept in check. I don't know how that tastes good, but its making this a fucking treat. You smell like one as well; powerful, rugged, and masculine. I'm dripping a lake down here from the taste of you alone."

"Really?"

"Yeah... I can't wait to taste your cum," she said in a rugged tone, her vocal skills still impressive with eight inches of cock in her mouth. "I'm going crazy just thinking about it."

She went silent after that, moving forward on her knees and placing her hands on my crotch, using the leverage to allow herself to bomb her head up and down the entire, near-foot-long-length of my monster cock, her tight throat clamping down around my thick shaft as her lips came into contact with my shaved crotch. My teeth snapped shut as soon as she started doing this, straining to keep my eyes open as my cock felt like it was going to heaven. If I'd wondered what effort looked like for my mother, then this was her showing me what she could do. I couldn't help myself from blowing in her throat.

I'd been riding at a nice pace, slowly building up while enjoying what she was doing, only for her to jump into full speed mode and nearly swallow my entire lower half. I nutted hard and... nutted a lot. Like, a lot. So much that my mother was unable to handle it, even with the direct line to her stomach. She pulled back a good few inches, keeping my cock in her mouth just to see where the overflow would stop, the ejaculate spilling out of her mouth, down her chin, and all over her breasts.

I pulled out and spurted the last few streams onto her face, basting the poor woman with a mud mask of cum. Her eyes were wide in shock, chest heaving, and cheeks, at least the visible part, were red as a tomato from exertion. Using the remains of her dress, she wiped herself clean, staring at the shocking volume of cum she wiped off and feeling the small pool of it in her stomach by pressing her hand to her abdomen.

"Okay... that wasn't something I read about in the history books," she said, licking her lips and savouring the taste. "But... now that I know that's gonna happen, I think I can handle it better."

"I'd say you handled that pretty well," I said, staring at my spit-soaked cock and realising that it didn't have the usual wilt to it that it did after coming, showing that it wasn't going to deflate anytime soon.

"I wanna do it better," she said, criticising herself a little. "I pride myself on remaining dignified during sex, and spilling it all over myself like a university student who tried to neck a bottle of vodka and failing isn't the most 'princessy' thing I can do."

"Right," I said, scratching the back of my head as I continued to stare at my throbbing cock. "It's not going down."

"You can usually go for two rounds straight, can't you?" she asked. "If word around the castle is true, then you can manage three if you push yourself."

"Yeah, but I usually start to wilt at least a little if I don't stick it straight in," I said with a shrug, rubbing the sensitive head and shivering slightly.

"I think I know why," she nodded. "But I don't wanna stop for science. You ready to move on?"

"Sure, what do you want me to do first?" I asked.

"So... which girl's ass do you enjoy eating the most?" she asked, drumming her fingers on one of her huge breasts.

"Celana's, so far," I answered, grinning excitedly. "You wanna try and take that crown?"

"Of course," she said, lying down on her front with her ass jutted out into the air. "Come on, big guy. Get your tongue in there."

I wasted no time on her request, spreading her fat, white ass good and far apart before running my tongue over her puckered asshole. I dug my face into it, inhaling deeply and shivering in a pleasured manner, hearing Cadance giggle and moan as I pushed the flat of my tongue against it once more, circling my licks around it for several long seconds, hearing my mother pant and gasp as I rimmed her tight back entrance. She hadn't been kidding about dripping a lake, either, as I could smell and see the streaks of her own lubricant down her thighs, reaching the middle of her knee joint before they'd dripped onto the floor.

I dug my thumb into her ass, stretching it nice and wide and getting the tip of my tongue in and around the ring of muscle, that gorgeous taste of hers coming back in full force as I dug into it. She began, much like Celana had, grinding her ass against my tongue. The thick, soft cheeks of her ass mashing and rubbing against my face, the sweat coating the cheeks and the crack of her ass being ample targets for my tongue, keeping her busy by pushing a second thumb past her sphincter and spreading gently, her asshole clearly being experienced enough to do this without any kind of pain or damage.

"I'd heard good things from the girls in the castle..." Cadance panted, her thick thighs shivering in excitement. "But fuck, baby. I didn't know you were this good."

"Just wait," I smirked, pulling her asshole open with my thumbs and plunging my tongue deep into her cavern, licking and lapping around the entirety of her inner walls and getting her to moan through gritted teeth in response.

"You like?" I asked with a smile.

"Fuuuck yeahhh..." Cadance moaned, face flat in the bed spread as I drove the entirety of my tongue inside her asshole, my chin resting against her labia as her asshole clenched around the thick, wet muscle invading its depths.

"You're so nasty," she giggled. "I like it."

"I don't understand how I couldn't have a love of big ass after growing up around you three," I said, pulling out of her hole and replacing my tongue with three fingertips while speaking.

"I was the exact same with Luna and Celestia," she said with a nostalgic tone in her voice. "Whenever I got the chance, fuck, whenever I still do, I will eat their asses for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Celestia has to be the most fun one because she pretends she doesn't like it, but it gets her off like nobody's business."

"I want her ass so badly," I said, spitting on Cadance's asshole and using it to lube her up a little bit more. "That thing's bigger than I am."

"Its amazing, isn't it?" Cadance groaned, digging her fingers into the bedsheets before sighing in a desperate manner. "Alright, forget the fingers. Put more of that lotion on your cock and get in there. I'm going crazy just thinking about how big you'll feel."

"If you say so," I shrugged, slathering my cock with more of the white lotion before positioning myself at the entrance to her asshole, needing to get her to lower herself slightly due to her larger size making it awkward for us.

I controlled my breathing, excitement pounding in my heart and cock as I rubbed the lotion-slicked head of my dick against my mother's wet asshole, ready and waiting for her to say the word.

"Give it to me slowly," she said in a calm tone. "I really wanna enjoy the feeling of it splitting me in half. Promise?"

"I promise," I said, placing a hand on her wide ass and applying pressure to her sphincter, the lubed head pushing past the tight ring of muscle and slowly being swallowed by her wet, warm asshole. My eyes widened in shock at how good she felt, with only an inch and a half inside her. I forced myself to keep under control, biting my lips and constantly repeating the phrase "Don't ram it in" over and over as I slowly edged deeper and deeper inside her. The sound of her shaky, pleasured breaths brought a sense of pleasure to me, that boyhood fantasies of her finding me sexually attractive were being replaced with concrete evidence of her finding me sexually pleasurable.

"Hang on a second," she said once I was about eight inches inside her, that request flaring up my annoyance, but I followed it still.

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

"Nothing... its just..." she said, sounding rather embarrassed about it. "This was the max depth the first thing I stuffed up here could reach. I like to remember that and feel how much deeper I can take things now."

"A weird milestone," I commented.

"But a good one to celebrate if you're a nasty old slut, like I am," Cadance chuckled. "Anyway, keep going."

I followed her orders, pushing deeper and deeper inside her, her tight asshole swallowing more and more of my cock second after second, until my hips eventually came into contact with her ass, hilting my cock as deep in her as I could go. I leaned over her body, resting my weight on hers as a groan fell from my mouth, the sheer tightness of her asshole making me wanna cum.

"Mom..." I moaned as closed to her ear as I could due to our difference in size. "Fuck..."

"I know, sweetie," she giggled. "Your father says the same thing every time. Now... you can enjoy yourself if you want. Just give me a warning when you're going to pop, okay?"

"R-Right," I nodded, straightening up again and placing my hands on her hips, drawing my cock all the way back out of her god-like asshole, before slamming it back in.

Cadance clapped a hand to her mouth just in time to catch a loud moan, her eyes wide in pleasure at the feeling as she then bit into her hand.

"F-Fuck..." she groaned, looking back at me as I continued to fuck her ass. "Keep going... maybe a little faster, if you can manage."

I did as she wanted, gripping her hips nice and tight to fuck her nice and fast, the bed bouncing forward slightly as I slammed my hips forward, the sound of my hips hitting against her big ass producing the perfect sound of flesh hitting flesh, that dull thud that I'd kept so many people awake at night with. She still jiggled despite how hard I was gripping her ass, the thing being that fucking big that I could grab hold of two handfuls of either cheek and still not be holding the one of them properly. This ass was perfect, nearly as big as Celana's but so much more fun to fuck because of who it belonged to.

My mother's voice, her beautiful, dulcet tones, leant themselves well to the sounds of whorish moans and slutty gasps, my monster cock pounding her tight little hole for all it was worth, the sweat forming in her ass crack making the thuds of fucking nice and wet, just how I liked them. It seemed Cadance was a mutterer more than a moaner, spewing out little sentences and words of approval and pleasure under her breath as opposed to braying like a donkey when enjoying herself.

I'd had both several times before, but had come to enjoy the latter a little more due to the validation it gave me when I turned an educated woman into an animalistic mess. I watched her ass bounce, watched the muscles in her shoulders flex and knot as they responded to the hard hits of my hips, trying desperately to not lose their strength or else Cadance would be sent flying into the head board.

I leaned over her again, gripping her enormous, sweaty tits as they swung underneath her, planting a wet kiss on her back as she began to grind her ass against my cock, the circular motions swiftly becoming a favourite of mine with the women I nailed recently. I could hear her mutterings much better at this distance, hearing her spout praises about how much she loved me, loved my cock, and how I amazing I felt.

"I love you..." she said in a louder voice, clearly wanting me to hear her this time. "I love you so fucking much..."

"I love you too," I said, using my grip and abdominal strength to lift her up, making her rest on her legs and sit up straight while I hammered her asshole, my hands locked around her stomach as her enormous tits bounced up and down in response to the vicious pounding she received downstairs. I ran my tongue along her back once more, the salty taste of the sweat coating her body exciting me to no end. We were both soaked to the bone with sweat now, the liquid of exertion only making us slipperier, acting as a lubricant that only made rubbing and grinding against one another more pleasurable.

"M-Mom..." I groaned after several minutes. "I'm gonna cum."

"Don't worry," she said in a comforting tone. "You don't need to pull out. Just blow as much as you want inside me."

"Right..." I said, gritting my teeth and throwing my fucking into overdrive, slamming my cock into her tight asshole harder and harder, taking less and less out each time, and hearing her voice pick up in volume before she clapped her hands over her mouth again just as I blew my load. Hot and thick streams of cum blasted deep into her cove, almost as much, if not more, than the first time. Surprise once again gripped the two of us as I continued to cum.

"This much?" she asked in confusion. "Again?"

I didn't answer, I couldn't. My brain had gone blank and barely had time to process anything as I continued to cum inside her, that pool in her stomach growing ever larger before I pulled out, cumming all over her back, from asshole to her ponytail, before the stream eventually stopped. I dropped backwards, panting with exhaustion on the bed in a pool of my own sweat as my mother turned around, eyes wide with a mix of horror and wonder, crawling over to me and lying down beside me.

"Why... why can you cum that much?" she asked, staring at my cock as it continued to spurt little streams of left-over cum for a few more seconds.

She closed her hand around my shaft, still hard and still throbbing even after two orgasms and nearly a pint of semen blasted out of it. She rubbed the cum-soaked object with her thumb, the glow in her eyes dying down back to the ember-like appearance they had at the start, before she rolled on top of me, clapping her hands to my cheeks and kissing me passionately. I was surprised at first, wondering if she wanted to go for round three, only for her to break away moments later and smile at me.

"So?" she asked. "How are you feeling?"

"A little tired... I guess," I shrugged.

"No, I mean morality-wise," she said with a roll of her eyes. "You just reamed your biological mother and gave her a heaping-helping of baby matter in her mouth and asshole! How's your moral fibre feeling?"

I realised what she meant, looking away from her gorgeous body and closing my eyes, focusing on how I felt inside. There was the exhaustion, there was the afterglow of amazing sex... and that was it. There was none of the guilt from the beginning of the act, it had been washed away like sandy footprints at high tide. There was no remorse, no feeling of self-hatred or disgust, and there was no need to purify my soul after this act. The only thing I felt was confusion as to why she'd never asked if I wanted to fuck her pussy.

"Too risky," she asked once I'd brought it up to her. "We're both Alicorn, remember? You can get me pregnant if I let you cum inside there."

"What about those contraceptive chews all the other women use?" I asked. "Can't you just use one of those?"

"Not the human ones," she said. "If I could, I'd let you bust a whole forests' worth of nuts in my pussy, but the ones we need to clean out our insides take much longer to brew up and use."

"How long?" I asked.

"For a batch... about a month," Cadance shrugged. "And they are so potent that if a normal woman has one, whether she's an Elf, a human, a Lulpurya, or any other creature besides an Alicorn, it'd probably dissolve their reproductive organs."

"What the hell is a Lulpurya?" I asked with a confused expression.

"One of these," Cadance said, snapping her fingers and being swallowed by a magical aura.

When the light faded away, my mother had been replaced by an anthropomorphic wolf with pink fur, a thick muzzle, a bushy tail, and the same sex-bomb body type she had before.

"So?" she asked in a growling tone. "Look familiar?"

"Can I fuck you again?" I asked. "Right now?"

"Is it the tit-tuft?" she asked, pointing with a clawed finger at the large tuft of pink fur just above her cleavage. "Everyone wants to fuck the tit-tuft."

"Please let me fuck you again," I begged.

"Another time,." she said, transforming back into her normal state and leaving me unhappy.

"How did you do that?" I asked.

"I'm an expert transformation mage," she shrugged, snapping her fingers over and over again to change from her Alicorn form to a Nekomata, a Okamimata, a Kitsune, an anthropomorphic dragon, a Lamia, a regular sea lion pup, and even into Luna for a split second.

"That's... rather impressive," I said, genuinely amazed by how deficient I was as an Alicorn.

"Luna doesn't like when I use her form," Cadance said as she switched back to her normal appearance. "But I mostly use it to sneak through crowds of people, avoid being spotted at functions, or to let your father live out his animal-girl fetish without cheating on me... Oh!"

"What?" I asked, wondering where that final exclamation of excitement came from.

"You have an animal girl fetish, right?" Cadance asked with a wide smirk.

"Somewhat," I nodded.

"Then you and your dad can enjoy me as a catgirl, right?" she asked, running off with her own fantasy for a moment. "You two could be the king and prince, I could be a lowly catgirl slave that breaks something precious while cleaning, and the only way you'll let me stay on the staff is if the two of you get to spitroast me... oh. Oh yeahhh..."

I blinked quietly, seeing my mother shiver in excitement before placing her hands on my shoulders and smiling widely.

"So? What do you think?" she asked. "Do you wanna have a threesome with your dad and I soon? I'll let you pick the next one."

"I'm afraid I'm gonna have to turn you down on that one," I said with a shake of my head. "If there's any rules I have in the bedroom, it's these two: I don't take it up the ass from anything in any fashion, and I don't invite other guys. It makes me feel awkward and uncomfortable having another man in the bedroom and I hate the idea of it."

"But you're completely okay with letting one of your girlfriends feel exactly the same when you bring another girl into the room because 'bisexual girls are hot', right?" she asked in an annoyed expression.

"Yes," I said in the bluntest way possible. "I am a complete hypocrite on this regard and will happily fuck a pile of women on my bed with no regards for whether or not they feel uncomfortable being next to other women in the bedroom, but I will end a relationship there and then if she suggests adding another man to proceedings. I am many things, mother, but a liar is not one of them."

"Hmph," she said, crossing her arms and legs as she turned away from me. "You're no fun... I guess I'll just have to ask your father to get a member from the royal guard to join us. Is that what you want? Some random guy from some random place fucking your mom?"

"I couldn't care less, to be honest," I shrugged. "You're a grown woman in an open relationship with an understanding partner, and I believe that you should be able to sleep with whoever you want to, so long as it's consensual and what you want to do."

"What if it was a black man?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Why does that matter?" I asked in confusion. "The same rules apply no matter what his skin colour is."

"Just testing you there, son," she said, giving me a proud smile and a pat on the head. "Most people talk all the talk they want about letting their daughters date whoever they want so long as they love them, and proceed to lose their damn minds when they bring a black boyfriend home. I'm happy that you're not one of those people."

"As a white man who has fucked as many black women as I have, what the hell kind of logic is there in saying I'm allowed to have black women but black men aren't allowed to have white ones?"

She proceeded to wrap her arms around me and squeeze me against her sweaty body, true love in the hug.

"I love you," she said, nuzzling my cheek softly.

I sat back from her and looked deep into her eyes, smiling widely at her loving expression as a chuckle fell from my lips.

"But what if I was in a gangbang with nothing but big, muscular black men?"

"Will you knock it off already?"

"What if there was ten of them?"

"Mom."

"And all their dicks were bigger than yours?"

"This conversation is over," I said, getting up off the bed. "Shower the cum of you, drain your insides, and lets get back downstairs before anyone figures out what happened here."

"And if one of them got me pregnant?"

"That's not even... how the hell would they..." I stammered, staring at her wide grin as she was clearly doing this to annoy me, batting her eyelashes playfully as she sat there. "Fuck you."

"Love you too, sugar-bear," she giggled, getting off the bed and going to wash herself off and out.