Twister Darling

“Come here, baby,” I said, drawing Stormy’s attention away from the now closed door. He hadn’t been able to tear his eyes from Jelly Bean’s lithe form as she hurried by, yet he’d displayed a control I might have thought impossible by managing not to move over and caress her body as she’d passed within hooves reach of him. The temptation alone must have been enormous.

He looked in my direction, his eyes still glazed from the scent of heat and sex that permeated the room and would for hours yet. I'd been soaked in it, Jelly’s cum on my muzzle and spilled across the pillows at the head of my bed.

“Momma,” Stormy said, moving towards the edge of the bed. “I… can’t. Not again.” He said, his eyes leaking. “I can’t survive being left behind again, lied to, abandoned,” He admitted, his hooves coming down on the edge of the bed as he leaned in, his head hanging in despair that was clear in every line of his face and body. "I'm afraid."

“Oh Stormy,” I said, reaching out to touch his hoof. “My wonderful, brilliant, love, I’ll never leave you again baby,” I said, shifting my cast closer to my stomach so my rear end could move to the edge of the bed and I could sit up, as uncomfortable as it was to do that; and cradle his muzzle between my hooves. “I love you. I will always love you,” I promised him, rubbing my muzzle along his until I was nuzzling against the side of his neck and throat the way that had always made him smile when he was small. “I don’t know if you’ll find love with Jelly or no. But I can promise you that, even if you don’t last forever, I’ll still be here with you; for you, behind you in everything you do,” I swore; meaning my words with every part of my body and soul.

He wrapped his hooves around me, holding me upright as he pulled my body against his, letting go of the iron will that was all that had kept him from simply mounting JB earlier. But now; it wasn’t sex that overcame him, or at least not at first. It was his affection for me. The affection that I’d missed dearly for so long and had silently hoped to see again one day, even after all the years that he’d been gone.

We embraced and he nibbled my ears, first one side, then the other, before moving down to the side of my neck just like he’d done as a colt who’d liked to be picked up and held for hours. When I’d put him down, he’d whinny and stamp until I relented and held him again, rocking him in that old rocking chair that used to sit in the corner of his bedroom with the record player beside it. I relived those old memories as I clutched my son, finally my son again, home for real now, forever; I hoped.

After a long moment, Stormy pulled back and stroked my throat with one hoof as he locked eyes with me, his, no longer glazed, but now filled with a longing and a need that had only one mouth and one way to be satisfied.

“Is this really okay?” He whispered, and I could feel the hard length of his shaft pressing between us tight against our stomachs.

I nodded. “It’s okay baby. Let me help you,” I told him, reaching down and pushing his hard length between my legs which were pulled up almost to my stomach as I laid sideways with my rump protruding slightly off the side of the bed, pressed right up against him. “Be gentle for me; okay?” I whispered as I guided the tip of him to my hot wet mound.

“Ah…” he moaned as his tip slid between the already slick hot lips of my sex.

There were no more words for quite some time. Instead, we spoke with our bodies, every stroke from him was a love note, and every moan he drew from me a sonnet. He leaned over me, his hooves beneath my front legs on one side and behind my back on the other as he worked his hips slowly; sinking his thickness in, then drawing back in a smooth rhythm that continued again and again.

Being bred sideways was amazing. He was stimulating my sex in ways that I hadn’t even imagined were possible. But it couldn’t last for either of us. It had just been so long, and with the room and my body covered in hot filly cum, there was little chance that Stormy was going to last for more than a few wonderful minutes.

Yet he made it last. He slowed his body, stroking his hooves up to my shoulders almost pulling out fully as he did, then ran his hoof through my mane and looked me in the eyes, just sinking into my gaze for a time, sharing a wordless few moments that felt to me like one of the most profound connections I’d ever experienced. He straightened after a minute, his body almost shuddering forward with another couple of strokes, and I could sense that he was just about to pull himself out just before he finished. I let my body rule me. I admit it. I didn’t even consider anything at all except what I wanted at that moment, and the instant that he attempted to pull back I reached up and put both my hooves around his neck, using his own strength as he pulled back slightly to drag his ear down to my muzzle. “No baby. Cum inside me. I want at least that little bit of you inside me all night.” I whispered in his ear before clamping it lightly between my teeth so that it would be all that much more difficult for him to back away.

He didn’t have time to ask if I was sure, or even to consider it for himself, so he just accepted and drove himself home with one final long stroke as the head of him flared inside me. I felt his cock sealing right up against my deepest parts; sending me suddenly over an edge that I hadn’t even expected to reach.

I cried out in ecstasy as my muscles tightened and flexed with my sudden release, mine mixing with his grunts and pants as he pushed; in; and in; and in; against me, unable to even attempt pulling out now, his instincts wanting him to put his seed deeper and deeper inside my body, flooding my womb. A womb which was not, as I believed, safe, but would be just as hot and fertile as Jelly Bean’s before I woke the next morning already flooded to the brim with years’ worth of hot sticky fertile cum.