Mommy Mare Incest (A.K.A – My Pony Mom Can’t Be This Sexy!)

After my client left, I stayed in my office afterwards, my head in my hands as I tried to come to terms with what had happened.

I sexed my fucking mom, that’s what happened! I thought, chastising myself.

There was no other way to put it – I had done something completely sexual with my mom. Sure, she was in a pony body now, but she was still my fucking mom. What kind of sicko am I?

She probably fucking hates me now. I thought. I’m a terrible son.

What kind of son lusts after his own mother? I needed a psychologist or something.

I took advantage of her. I thought, feeling sick to my stomach. She’s trying to deal with being in a whole new body and was probably feeling weak and vulnerable, so what do I do? I decide to finger her in the fucking shower. She’s got enough shit to deal with right now without having to worry about her own son trying to get in her pants.

Suddenly I heard a knock on my door. My office was located downstairs in a separate room. There were double doors leading into the room with glass windows from top to bottom so you could see through them. I looked over at the double doors and sure enough, my mom was standing there. I stood up and opened the door for her, allowing her to come inside.

“What’s wrong, Anon?” She asked, concern evident in her voice.

She must have seen me sitting there with my head in my hands.

“Nothing.” I said awkwardly. “Just finishing up some work.”

She looked at me skeptically.

“What’s wrong?” She said insistently.

Fuck. I was never able to lie to my mom. Why was I so cursed?

I got out of my chair and sat down on my knees in front of her.

“I-I’m sorry, mom.” I said, looking off to the side in shame. “I don’t know what came over me.”

She gave me a look of sympathy then leaned forward, wrapping her front legs around my neck and bringing me into a hug. I hugged her back, squeezing her against me as I buried my face in her neck. She nuzzled into me as well. We stayed like that for several moments before she pulled back, looking into my eyes, a loving expression on her face.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Anon.” She said reassuringly.

“But – ”

She held up a hoof, silencing me.

“I let you do it.” She admitted, looking off to the side as she blushed. “If anything, I should be apologizing to you for leading you on like that.”

I looked at her in surprise.

“No, I loved it!” I said enthusiastically. “I understand why you wouldn’t let me go all the way, but I still enjoyed what we did.”

She looked at me in surprise and then smiled warmly.

“You’re a good son, Anon.” She said.

I pondered for a moment, wondering if I should ask her. I felt torn, but I had to ask her.

“Can we do it again, mom?” I asked hopefully.

She blushed, but to her credit she didn’t look away this time.

“I…” She said uncertainly, trailing off. “We’ll see.”

I smiled widely, happy that she didn’t feel taken advantage of and that she might be willing to do something like that again in the future.

“You hungry?” I asked.

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I wiped my mouth, having just finished a sandwich. We were sitting at the table again, and to her credit, mom was doing very well holding the sandwich in her hooves. She had even helped me make them. Opening the fridge was a little difficult for her, but it was at least possible and it gave me hope that eventually she would be able to do most tasks on her own.

“We should work on using your hooves more.” I suggested, looking over to her as she finished the rest of her sandwich.

“What do you suggest?” She asked curiously.

“I think you should do the laundry today.” I said.

“I-I don’t know if I can…” She said uncertainly, looking at her hooves doubtfully.

“I’ll help you.” I said reassuringly. “The more you use your hooves, the quicker you’ll get used to them.”

She sighed in defeat.

“Okay, I’ll try.” She said, looking down at the floor.

I looked at the clock.

“I don’t have any appointments for the next few hours.” I said. “You want to do it now?”

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Mom cursed as she dropped the laundry soap cap onto the floor, its contents spilling out in the process. I sat behind her just in case she needed help, observing her silently. The laundry room was rather small. It was located on the lowest floor of the house. There wasn’t a ton of room in there; just enough for the washing machine and dryer, and enough room for me to sit in a chair on the opposite side of them. Mom grabbed a towel and then squeezed between me and the washing machine in order to get at the liquid laundry soap that she’d spilt on the floor. She did her best to clean it up with her hoof, flipping the towel over to get a clean spot so she could clean it all up.

She grabbed the laundry soap and tried again, this time keeping the cap on the floor and holding the soap bottle with both hooves as she poured it into the cup. Once she had poured it, she used both hooves to try and lift it off the ground and set it on top of the washing machine. She stood up on her hind legs, sliding open the soap drawer and pouring it in carefully, her tail moving back and forth as she concentrated. I couldn’t help but stare at her flanks as they moved with her tail, and I felt a little excited at the show she was putting on. She adjusted the dials carefully and then hit the button. The machine roared to life, sputtering like it always did when you started it up cold. She put all four hooves back onto the floor again, turning around and smiling proudly.

“I did it!” She said excitedly.

“Great job, mom.” I said, smiling happily.

I held out my hand for a high-five. She paused for a second and then reached her hoof forward, touching my palm gingerly.

“I still can’t believe I’m a pony.” She said, studying her hoof and my hand.

“You are, mom, but at least you’re getting used to it.” I said.

“What’s next?” She asked.

“The clothes in the dryer should be done by now.” I pointed out, looking over at the machine.

She followed my gaze.

“Oh, of course!” She said excitedly, turning around and opening the dryer. It turned off and she stuck a hoof in, trying to make sure the clothes were actually dry. Seeing that they were, she pulled out a shirt and put it on top of the dryer. Then she stood up on her hind legs and started folding it. It was awkward for her, but eventually she got the hang of it.

Every time she went to grab something else from the dryer, she’d stick her head in, her flanks sticking out of the dryer as she moved her hips back and forth in her search for the next article of clothing. I couldn’t help but stare at them. I wanted nothing but to hold them in my hands again, feeling the firm but pliant flesh of her ass as I grabbed her by the cutie marks. She looked over her shoulder from inside the dryer at me and I averted my gaze quickly. I did notice a smirk make its way onto her muzzle, so I suspected that she had caught me looking, but she didn’t say anything. That didn’t stop me from eyeing her flanks again the next time she went in looking for more clothes.

We continued this little routine for each piece of clothing, and I was really enjoying staring at her ass. I wanted to hold it in my hands so bad, and a mischievous idea formed in my mind as to how I could do just that. When she went in to get the last piece of clothing I stood up, grabbing her by the flanks and pushing her forward. She yelped in surprise as I crammed her into the dryer, getting her tail out of the way and closing the door behind her.

“Hey!” She exclaimed, banging on the door with her hooves.

I opened the door and stuck my head down there, coming face-to-face with a flustered looking pony.

“Yes?” I asked innocently.

“That wasn’t nice!” She exclaimed, giggling as she stepped out of the dryer. I pulled back and gave her enough room to come out. She shook one of her rear hooves as she freed herself from the dryer.

“Sorry, mom.” I said, sighing as I sat back down in the chair. “I just had to feel those flanks of yours again.”

She sputtered, blushing in embarrassment.

“Well then next time just do that!” She said, exasperated. “You didn’t have to shove me into the dryer to feel my flanks!”

“Yeah I did.” I said, chuckling. “It was funny.”

She furrowed her brow and climbed up into my lap, wrapping her hooves around my neck. I instinctively grabbed her by her sides, feeling her warm, furry body as I slid my hands up and down her form experimentally. I felt my erection jump in excitement as I felt her body and she looked down in surprise as she felt it too. After a moment she looked back up at me, a blush on her face as she realized that she was sitting on it.

“A-am I hurting you?” She asked in concern. “Do you want me to move?”

I wrapped my arms around her form, pulling her closer to me in a hug as I buried my face in her mane, breathing in her scent.

“No, mom.” I said, nuzzling into her. “This is perfect.”

She laid her head on my shoulder as I continued hugging her. My erection jumped a few times and I loved the idea that she could feel it pressing against her as we hugged. Eventually she moved back, breaking the hug and looking into my eyes.

“So, what do you want to do now?” She asked.

“You, of course.” I said, smirking.

She looked surprised for a moment before furrowing her brow and slapping me on the arm with a hoof.

“I’m serious!” She said indignantly. “We’ve got about an hour before your next appointment.”

“Well, the bathroom could use a good cleaning.” I said.

“Okay, let’s do it.” Mom said, smiling warmly at me.

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That night I snuggled mom even more closely than before. I spooned her against my form, putting my arm between her front legs and pressing my hand against her chest as I hugged her against me. I also wrapped my leg around her, her flanks pressed against my crotch as I used my leg to hug her even closer to me. She seemed to enjoy it, sighing in contentment as she relaxed and watched the show. It didn’t take long for me to get an erection from our close contact.

“I’m sorry, mom.” I said, starting to move my leg so my erection wouldn’t be pressed against her anymore.

“Wait.” She said.

I froze.

“I don’t mind.” She said.

I was surprised at this, but put my leg back around her, pushing my erection against her again. It was kind of awkward spooning my mom when I had an erection, but kind of hot too. I murmured contently as I relaxed, watching the show with her. We watched the show for about twenty minutes when without even realizing it I started rubbing against her instinctively. It took a while before I realized that I was doing it, and I was surprised she hadn’t stopped me. Had she fallen asleep?

I moved a bit to look down on her. Her eyes were open and she was watching the TV. She didn’t turn her head to look at me, instead staring straight forward and pretending I wasn’t doing anything. It felt really good rubbing against her like that, and if she didn’t mind, I wasn’t about to stop. I continued, dry humping against her as I nuzzled my face into her neck and breathed in her scent, imagining that I was fucking her. It didn’t take long for me to go over the edge, pushing my erection against her as it pumped my load into my underwear. I knew she could feel every pump of my erection as I kept it pressed against her, which excited me greatly. Eventually I started to calm down, still nuzzled into her neck as I tried to recover. I blushed as I realized that I had been breathing pretty hard in excitement as I humped against her. After a few minutes my breathing had almost returned to normal. My face was still nuzzled into her neck and I was almost asleep when she spoke.

“Do you want to change your underwear?” She asked.

I couldn’t help but blush.

“O-okay…” I said reluctantly, pulling back and sliding out of bed. I glanced at her as I left her room to change my underwear, but her eyes remained locked on the TV.

I returned after changing my underwear, walking towards her bed uncertainly. She didn’t say anything as I got back into bed and spooned her against me again, nuzzling my face back into her neck and breathing in her scent once more. I sighed in contentment.

“Feel better now?” She asked.

“Yeah.” I said gratefully. “Thanks, mom.”

There were no more words spoken between us that night, but I slept like a baby

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The next day mom wanted to get some gardening in. I didn’t want her to leave the house, but it was safe to garden because our backyard had an 8-foot fence so no one could see us. We were pulling weeds at the moment, throwing them into a bucket. Mom had tried pulling them out with her hooves, but when that proved awkward, she decided to try using her mouth. She only ended up with a mouthful of dirt, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. Eventually though she got the hang of pulling weeds with her hooves. She was a fast learner, and I could see her getting better with her hooves every day.

We were done weeding about half of the garden when a voice scared the shit out of me.

“Anon?” The voice called.

I instantly recognized it as the voice of Tim, our neighbor. He hadn’t seen us as he was on the other side of the fence. I opened my mouth to say whatever it was going to take to get rid of him, but when I did, mom tackled me to the ground, covering my mouth with her hoof.

“Oof!” I grunted, landing on my back with my mother on top of me.

“You okay, Anon?” Tim asked, concern evident in his voice.

I looked at my mom disapprovingly and she reluctantly removed her hoof from my mouth.

“Yeah, just doing some gardening.” I said. “What’s up?”

“I’m leaving for the airport right now for a business trip and I just wanted to ask if you’ll watch my house while I’m away.” He said.

“Of course, Tim.” I said. “I’d be happy to.”

Suddenly I heard a honk.

“Oh, that’s the taxi right now!” Tim said excitedly. “Tell your mom hi from me!”

I heard him start to sprint away.

“Will do!” I called after him.

We laid there on the ground together while we listed to the sounds of Tim getting in the taxi and driving away. I could feely my mom’s warm breath on my ear, her head lying right next to mine as I brought my arms around her furry body, hugging her against me. She felt so wonderful in my arms, and I hated to break the moment but I found myself breathing a sigh of relief as the sounds of the taxi leaving reached my ears.

“That was close.” I said.

“Too close.” She agreed, raising her head and looking down at me, nodding in agreement.

I waited for her to get off me, but she just laid there, looking down at me.

“Are you going to move?” I asked.

“I don’t think so.” She said, smiling mischievously as she rubbed her body against my crotch. “You’re comfy.”

I felt my member respond instantly, hardening rapidly between us. I reached out and put my hands on her sides, sliding them down until they stopped on her flanks. I grabbed hold of her flanks and pushed my hips upward, pressing my erection against her. She looked down into my eyes as I started to hump against her and gave me a warm smile.

It still felt surreal that she was okay with me doing this. I used one of my hands to rub along her body, sliding up from her flanks and along her side and then back down again. Mom started moving too, rubbing against me enthusiastically as she looked down into my eyes. I tensed, leaning my head back against the grass as I went over the edge. She continued rubbing against me, helping to draw it out. Eventually my member stopped spurting and I started to calm down, looking up at her gratefully.

Wanting to return the favor, I moved my hands further down her flanks, searching for her treasure. She froze but I didn’t think much of it, eager to find her prize. As soon as I started to push a finger inside of her, she moved, clamoring over my body as she stood up. She looked down at me, a nervous expression on her face.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked in concern, standing up as well.

“N-no, but we shouldn’t do this out here.” She stammered, heading towards the door to the house.

I shrugged, following her inside and closing the door.

“I want to go down on you, mom.” I said.

She had still been walking away from me but she froze when I said that. She looked over her shoulder at me, a blush covering her face.

“I-I think we’ve done enough for now.” She said uncertainly. “Why don’t you go change your underwear?”

“Um…okay.” I said, moving past her to go up the stairs.