"I think we've got quite a lot to talk about, my little angel," Twilight Velvet smirked, sitting back in her chair in an almost-villainous fashion as she stared at her son.
The tiny twink's eyes shifted nervously, looking around the room for any kind of giveaway as to why his mother had called him here out of the blue to discuss 'urgent matters.' Nobody had died, he hadn't forgotten anything like Gleam's birthday or their father's passing, so it wasn't going to be him getting chewed out for missing something important. His mother seemed to be in good health and had even been going to the gym and losing a little bit of the 'middle-aged woes', as she'd started calling it.
Was she sick and only just found out?
Had she started dating somebody else?
Was she about to confess something impactful on his life?
He figured it couldn't be anything too major, as if it was something that would shake the family to the core, then she'd have invited Gleam and even Cadance to be present for it. So that meant it was either him being in trouble... or something specifically targeted at him.
"Did you enjoy fucking your sister?" she asked in a light, warm, and chipper tone.
Dusk nearly spat out his tea.
"E-Excuse me?!" he exclaimed, eyes wide with shock.
"You heard me," Velvet shrugged, amicably stirring her own steaming mug of tea as she continued to smile at her son. "Your sister. Was she good in bed for you?"
"I-I... I'm not... I wouldn't know," he said, shaking his head a mile a minute.
"Oh, wouldn't you?" she asked, eyebrow cocked in the most damning gesture of disbelief she had in her arsenal. "You sure you wouldn't happen to have an inkling of why a grown mare that swore off cock the day she turned fourteen now suddenly has a bun in the oven mere days after coming back from deployment?"
"S-She and Cadance had been shopping around f-for a stud, y'know?" Dusk asked, feeling the sweat pouring off him as he spoke. "Maybe Cadance found a good one for her while she was gone, and they got to it as soon as she left the party?"
"Yes, that's exactly what did happen, Dusky," Velvet continued, taking a light, quiet sip from her tea before speaking again. "That stud was you."
"I can assure you that I wouldn't do anything as horrible as that," Dusk lied.
"Like that, hm? Tell me, would anything like 'that' be the same kind of 'that' as you getting a blowjob from Gleam during our vacation to Cape Sol?" Velvet asked, her words nearly shattering Dusk into a thousand pieces. "The same vacation you ended up eating her out on? The same vacation you ended up getting that black eye because she twitched when you made her cum and she slapped you in the face? Is that the same kind of 'that' as getting her and her wife pregnant?"
Dusk didn't answer, but nor did he make any attempt to lie or shoo away the questions. He merely sat, stone silent and almost frozen in fear, as he stirred his tea over and over again, all while his mother sat with a waiting expression.
"She tells me everything, y'know?" Velvet asked with a smile. "There's not a single, awkward little moment you two have ever had that I don't know about."
"That's..." Dusk nodded, nearly on the verge of a breakdown. "That's nice."
"Very much so," Velvet nodded, taking a sip from her tea and sighing in a relieved manner. "She didn't confess, though. I'd already figured out it was you before she even told me who the father was going to be."
"That easy, huh?" he asked ashamedly.
"Literally like picking a golden ball out of a box of golden balls," Velvet nodded. "I'd honestly have an easier time believing the world was flat than the fact you two aren't having sex."
"Well..." Dusk said, gulping down the rest of his tea and staring at the floor. "Am I allowed to cry?"
"If you want to," Velvet shrugged, getting to her feet and walking over to her son.
She raised a single finger, hooking it underneath Dusk's chin and guided his gaze up to hers. He expected to see a look of burning disappointment, or maybe one of anger, sadness, or out and out hatred. What he was not expecting was an almost-blazing glow of sexual desire in his mother's eyes, seductively licking her lips as she stared down at him with the filthiest gaze imaginable.
"M-Mom?" he stuttered.
"Sweetie..." Velvet whispered, placing her hands flat on his shoulders and leaning herself on top of him.
"Mom?!" Dusk asked in alarm, voice only working for another two seconds before the older mare leaned down and locked lips with him.
Alarm the likes of which he'd never even come close to feeling before shot through him, eyes wide as dinner plates, heart caught in his throat, and body almost going catatonic as his brain nearly set fire to itself as he felt her tongue run over his own. She soon straddled him, hands at his cheeks as her curvaceous, buxom body pressed against his.
First and foremost: her tits. Hell in a handbasket, he fucking tits. Each larger than her head, full as a water balloon, and feeling ready to bust out of the tight sweater she wore. They radiated heat through the material, conjuring a sweat on Dusk's body the likes he'd never felt before.
Next came her thighs, thick and meaty, places either side of his own girlish upper-legs. Her hips were wider than his torso, filling up a pair of snow-white jeans, seams struggling to stay together on all fronts, not just from her legs, but also from that ass.
Big, full, bouncing. Something that had to account for at least a quarter of her weight from the sheer size of the fucker. His fingers twitched at his sides, eyes frazzled, lungs burning, and heart thundering like a war drum in his chest as he just couldn't figure out where to put anything other than the flaming desire to put his cock inside his mother.
She broke away from him, a wet click from their mouths on disconnecting, and a fiery glow in his mother's gorgeous eyes. The heat between the two of them was astounding, sweat already clinging to the twitching femboy's entire being as he stared into his mother's eyes.
"Dusky..." she purred. "It's my turn now..."
The little femboy sat twitching for several long moments, brain whirring up and coming back to full capacity before seemingly snapping in two. He wrapped his arms around his mother's waist and, using a brief boost of magic-strength, essentially tackled the desperate slut to the floor.
"Hey!" she exclaimed with a giggle, playfully swatting Dusk on the head as he pinned her down onto the carpet.
His hands strayed from her hips, fingers digging into the soft fabric of her sweater that dared hide her tits from him. He tore the sweater open without regard for anything, seeing his mother's breasts bounce and jiggle in their bra from the force.
"Dusk!" Velvet gasped. "That was a gift from Gleam!"
The stallion ignored her, tearing it into shreds right up to the neckline before simply throwing the remains of the woollen sweater aside. His fingers worked at her bra, ripping the plain-yet-beautiful dark grey material into ribbons before setting himself on his mother's tits.
His fingers squeezed into her jugs hard enough to hurt, making his mother moan in pleasure at his extremely rough and desperate handling. His mouth latched onto her nipple, sucking desperately as he did so many years ago, and gaining a wry smile from his mother's plump lips.
"As eager as ever, it seems..." she giggled, cupping the back of his head with a gentle hands. "Fully grown, saving the world, running a country... and yet still drinking from his mother's tit. Some things never change, do they?"
With a slow groan and a glow of her horn, Velvet's tits released their flow. Magically-assisted lactation spilled over Dusk's tongue, thick and creamy, as he gulped it down. Her tit flesh filled his maw, erect nipple spilling more and more of his mother's delicious milk into his mouth as he gulped louder and louder.
A shudder ran down Velvet's back, a strange and bizarre mix of nostalgia and arousal sending quite the rush of emotions through her body. She watched Dusk suckle eagerly, eyes warm and loving as she stared down at her youngest, the feeling of milk flowing through her breast for the first time in such a long time being relaxing and arousing to the long-time mother.
"There's a good boy..." she coaxed, gently stroking Dusk's head, toying with his ponytail, as he continued to swallow.
He broke away from her mouth, his own maw filled with her thick cream, before locking lips with her again. Her eyes widened in shock at first, the sweet taste of her own sugary goods flowing over her tongue coming as quite the surprise... but after an eager gulp of her own mixed with the desperate lashings of her beautiful little colt's tongue against hers, she soon found herself in a wonderland of sexual bliss. Dusk fingers slid down her body, touching against her smooth abdomen and feeling quite the deft layer of muscle underneath her flesh.
"Quite a change from usual, isn't it, baby?" Velvet purred, eyes bright and shining as she spoke. "All these months of hard work have finally got me back to where I was before I had you and Gleaming... do you like it?"
Dusk's answer wasn't vocal. It was instead desperate, near-frantic lashings of his tongue against his mother's toned abdomen. Her hands touched the sides of his head as she let out a long, slow groan of pleasure. Dusk's mouth planted kisses all along her stomach, licking around the edges, and gently nibbling against her ribcage. Shivers wracked her body once more, biting down on her bottom lip as her sudden burst of arousal seemed to increase her milk production.
She rolled her hand over her tit, squeezing the lactating mountain of flesh and, almost without realising, guiding her nipple up to her mouth. She didn't realise what she was doing until she was already swallowing her own produce, gulp after gulp of delicious milk pouring down her gullet and filling up her stomach.
Dusk kept himself entertained with her stomach, fingers rubbing small circles against each of her just-visible muscles, kisses and licks in all the right places to turn his mother on and truly make her feel like the aching body and sweaty-workouts were worth the attention from stallions again... even if it was her own son.
The stallion wasn't satisfied with just her tits and her belly, though. He set his next attack on her jeans, making sure they didn't last more than a few moments before exposing his mother's gorgeous thighs. His tongue wasted not a moment longer than it needed to getting down to them. Wet kisses and long, slow licks along the insides of his mother's toned, strong thighs had her gasping within moments.
She continued to gulp her own flow down, tongue circling around her hard nipple and milking herself as best she could with her trained lips. Dusk's hands snatched away her underwear, throwing the shredded remains of the wet fabric aside before spreading his mother's legs.
His eyes had almost fogged over at this point, a creature of pure lust with no rational thought in his entire system. His fingers toyed with her lips, heat blazing out from her sex like an exposed industrial furnace. He buried his mouth in her cunt before Velvet even knew what was happening.
Her back arched, she moaned loudly, and spilled milk all down her chin as the pleasure hit her like a shot. Dusk deserved Gleam and Cadance. She could tell that much from how well he knew the intricacies of pussy at this point. Cadance seemed to have trained him like a prize show dog. His tongue was strong and firm spreading the folds of her dripping cunt with a confidence rarely seen in someone as young as him.
His hands moved to her thighs, rubbing circles on the inside of her toned flesh as his tongue licked and stabbed at his mother's quivering pussy. In a move that was almost as disgusting as it was arousing to the sophisticated mare, Dusk spat on her cunt, loud and forcefully, before attacking it with his fingers.
Ramming two in down to his last knuckle was almost like an uppercut to her brain, eyes screwing shut as a tremble tore through every inch of her quivering form. Dusk was aggressive in all the right ways, his mouth latching onto her other tit, their eyes locked together as they both drank as much as they could from her titanic fountains. The gulping, the squelching, the moaning, and the groaning between the two of them was a rapturous chorus of pure desire that brought the thickest, foggiest haze of lust down on top of them.
They lay on the floor, sweating, throbbing, and dripping all the same as Dusk blasted his mother's cunt with his fingers. Her ladylube dripped down and out, coating her fat ass as it pooled and stained the expensive carpet she lay upon. Her body jumped with each powerful shot from his fingers, groaning and moaning onto her tit as Dusk's exceptional finger-work pushed her closer and closer to an orgasm.
She squeaked like a field mouse as her son worked his magic on her, her limit approaching like an over-fuelled steam train and slammed into her like a mountain. She came hard and fast, her cunt locking down on Dusk's fingers as he continued to give it to her, sucking harder on her tits and gulping down more and more of her creamy produce to help her ride through the first proper orgasm she'd had in months.
Dusk yanked his fingers out of his mother's clenching cunt, again stealing a moan from the panting beauty as he dropped down onto his haunches. His arm was aching and his cock was throbbing in his pants, desperately tearing his zipper open and allowing his bludgeon to swing free. Pre-cum dripped from the tip, thick and gloopy, down onto the carpet, landing with an audible splash as it did so.
Whether through smell, scent, or desperation, his mother seemingly sensed the emergence of such a mighty bitch-breeder. She pounced on him like a cat, moving faster than he though possible as she tackled him to the ground. Dusk slammed hard onto the carpet, pinned under his mother's weight and cock pinned between her enormous tits. Her milk, thick and creamy, spilled from her nipples onto his crotch, staining him with her taste.
She wasted no breath, words, or seconds before she swallowed his monstrous cock down to the base. Fifteen inches of arm-thick meat disappearing down her gullet like the slutty cock-magician she was proving to be. Dusk's back arched violently, his senses assaulted by the tight, wet, and boiling cavern that was his mother's throat. Her lips locked against his length, tight and plump, leaving a perfect smear of purple lipstick as she dragged her mouth back up to his tip.
She broke away for a brief second, spitting loud and heavy on the underside of his cock before lapping at it with her tongue. She slid it up to the tip, swilling it around her mouth and lapping around the edge of his dripping prick with her talented tongue, before opening her lips and drooling the thick mix of spit and pre down her son's throbbing dick.
Dusk dug his fingers into the carpet, feeling the heat of his mother's work slide down his cock. The eager whore set herself on his balls next, her mouth attacking the underside of his apple-sized nuts with long and desperate kisses. Her laps and pants warmed his nuts almost through, the sound of her slurping the spit-slicked flesh of his full sac was music to his ears, the fur-tipped flesh twitching with every slutty moan and load, wet slurp he heard down on his balls.
She spat on his cock again, hand wrapping around his length, fingers struggling to even encompass something that fucking huge in a single hand, as she began to stroke. Her speed was something Dusk knew he wasn't going to keep up with. He was already too excited, too ready to burst, from the fact it was his mother lavishing such hot love over his cock. But the way her mouth toyed with his balls, the grip and the speed of her hand, the rhythm she was able to wank out on his monster cock was something he'd never be able to deal with for more than a few minutes.
"You gonna cum?" she asked in a hot, moaning voice as she felt his cock twitch between her pre-slicked fingers. "You gonna be a good boy and blow your load all over mommy's face?"
Dusk squirmed where he lay, muzzle scrunching up, teeth clenching in a painful manner, and fingers digging into the carpet almost hard enough to rip it up as he desperately tried to hold on. His ears twitched again as he heard his mother's now-soaked hand treasure his cock. She was flinging it everywhere by now, his excitement turning his cock into a bubbling, overflowing mess of pre-cum that was being shot over his mother's fingers, face, and tits.
"Such a healthy boy," she purred, eyes alight with lust. "I want your cum on me so much. I wanna feel your hot load all over my body, let me get a good, big taste of your cum before you knock me up. Can you do that? Can you promise mommy you'll cum all over her?"
He nodded weakly.
"No, Dusky," she said with a shake of her head.
"I-I promise," he squeaked.
"Promise what, sugar?" she teased.
"..."
"What do you promise me, baby?" she asked, needing to hear him say it.
"I promise I'll cum..."
"Cum where?" she begged.
"All over you," he said a little louder.
"What are you promising me, baby-boy?" she moaned.
"I promise I'll cum all over you," he asserted, cheeks red as a tomato as he finally managed to spit it out.
"That's a good boy," she winked, suckling the wet flesh of his balls before using her second hand on his dick. "Get ready, baby. I'm gonna make you cum so much... you're gonna cum all over mommy's face and you're gonna drown me in it, okay?"
"Y-Yes, mommy," Dusk nodded meekly, thick, girly thighs quivering as he spoke.
Velvet wrapped her lips around Dusk's flowing tip, gulping down his hot pre with as much desperation as she did with her own milk, eyes fluttering at the thick, masculine taste she adored and had been forced to go without so such a long time. Dusk was trembling from head to toe at this point, barely able to see straight and panting as hard as a someone who had just run fifteen miles. She giggled quietly to herself, rolling her eyes at her boy's desperation to hold on for however long her could, all the while knowing his hidden weakness.
Her hand snaked from the base of his cock, fingers wet with pre-cum and spit, before she zeroed in on her baby boy's asshole. Dusk's head shot back with a stifled moan as his mother's fingers penetrated his tight, twitching back end. She pushed down to the second knuckle, spreading him wide and hitting him deep. His tongue fell from his mouth at this point, drooling onto his chest and staining his shirt as his mother's skilled hands worked his insides.
Mouth on his full balls, hand on his aching cock, and her fingers in his tight ass proved to be the combo Dusk needed to set him off. His mother's firm and rapid stroking of his prostate sealed the deal, having Dusk whinny in a loud and desperate fashion, bucking his hips forward into his mother's grip, before blowing his load all over her.
Velvet got her wish and got it in a greater amount than she could've ever asked for. His cum was as thick as porridge, slopping onto Velvet's face and hanging in position, too viscous to drip, and the sheer amount was staggering. Velvet had her son and daughter bred into her by a stallion she thought could never be topped in terms of cum production. Given a week away from him and a good enough wind up, and Night Light could've filled up an entire bath tub with cum if she'd asked him to.
Whether through magic, luck, or his Alicorn ascension, Dusk had surpassed his father's volume in a matter of seconds. She was covered, basted, painted completely, and ready to drown if she so much as opened her mouth. Her mane was slicked through, tits covered, milk dripping and mixing with her son's creamy load, and her thick thighs were under an inch of cum not from a direct blast, but from the run-off of it hitting her in the face.
The sound was like porridge being thrown at a wall, cum thick enough to chew splashing against her face and basting her like a turkey. She opened her mouth to try and catch as much of it on her tongue as possible, but this proved to be a mistake. Dusk was running on instinct, his brain fried and common sense not working all that well. As soon as his mother cracked her jaws open, all he saw was a wet and warm hole to cum inside.
He grabbed hold of her by her mane, fingers digging through his own load just to grab her, before ramming his cock down her throat again. She was full to the brim in two spurts of his titanic cock and yet her son still had more to give. If the bitch wanted to get pregnant from his cock, he'd let her trial the look just from drinking his cum.
Her belly ballooned in seconds, skin stretching outwards and cum sloshing around inside her. Sat on her knees as high as they would go, her belly touched the ground, full and heavy with her son's load as Dusk kept on cumming. He fucked her mouth, his balls churning out more and more seed all the while his godlike virility seemed to have no end. The weight of her stomach dragged her forward. She was forced onto her hands and knees at this point, now having her belly touch the floor as it continued to swell bigger and bigger.
"Drink it all, you fucking slut..." Dusk grumbled under his breath, bottoming out inside his mother's mouth.
Dusk eventually tore his cock from his mother's mouth, cumming the rest of it onto her face, stroking his beast of a cock until he sputtered out everything he had left to give. Velvet remained where she was, panting and gasping as she felt full enough to burst. She felt like she'd swallowed pure fire, stomach so hot and so heavy with cum that it was almost sickening to her. Her fingers touched her stomach, shaking it gently and hearing the torrent of cum inside her slosh about and gurgle like a wine skin.
While the overfilled slut was preoccupied with her belly, Dusk wasted no time setting himself on the treasure between her legs. He grabbed hold of the back of her head and forced her down onto her belly, an excited purr drawing from his mother's throat as he dropped to his knees, positioning himself behind her dripping snatch and licking his lips hungrily.
The bitch was wet through at this point, thighs stained with the excitement and desperation, lower lips practically begging Dusk to fuck them raw and nut as many foals into her as he could manage. His fingers toyed with her snatch, tips slicked in her ladylube and heat boiling through his digits from a single touch.
He pressed the head of his womb-smashed against her entrance, licking hips lips once again as he felt the heat of his mother's tight, hot cunt shoot through his length. Velvet, the cum-drenched whore that she was, looked over her shoulder at him and winked seductively, her eyelid making an audible clicking sound from the cum staining it.
If Dusk wasn't already mentally unable to hold back by the time he was behind her fat, jiggling ass, that one gesture would've driven him insane. Gritting his teeth, he prepared to give the stacked bitch a fucking she'd remember and a fucking she'd still feel until the day she left that plane of existence.
She was a big girl and a grown woman with plenty of experience with cock, so her darling boy wasted no time ramming his length down to his balls inside his mother. His cock hit her like a shot to the gut, stomach bulging out even further as it slammed into her cunny.
She came instantly, her body wound too tight and her excitement too high for her to contain. She came on his cock hard and fast, spilling more of her delicious ladycum down his length and over his balls, mixing with the spit and sweat that already clung to his fat sack. Dusk soon got his hips going, already groaning and drooling in a matter of seconds, splattering his mother's fat ass with a stream of saliva as he watched her mountainous backside bounce as his hips thundered into it over and over again.
Her cunt squelched and dripped with each visceral pound, knocking her cum-soaked body forward over and over again with her big, gurgling belly acting as an anchor to keep the greedy whore grounded in place. The cumflated bitch wasn't going anywhere till she was fucked pregnant and swollen up even bigger, if Dusk had anything to say about it.
The heat of his mother's body was incredible, clapping his hands onto her ass and nearly losing his fingers in her thickness, squeezing her bouncing flesh as his balls slapped against her swollen, boiling belly. She was blown up good and big, and Dusk was dripping from the cock in anticipation to fill her up even larger.
Velvet was no better mentally than her son was, nearly face down on the cum-drowned carpet, barely clinging to a conscious thought as her son's monster cock rammed in and out of her womb, pounding through her cervix like a second mouth and dripping his pre into her fallopian tubes. His baby would be finding a new home inside her slut womb soon enough, and it wouldn't have far to travel to fertilise her.
Her body shuddered, hot and heavy, as she felt Dusk's cock throb and pulse inside her, each beat of his powerful heart acting as a countdown timer, knowing her wonder-cunt was pushing her baby boy closer and closer to a womb-filling orgasm that was gonna make her belly bigger than she was. She was desperate to be pregnant again, to feel the kick of a foal inside her and the heart-warming experience of cradling a new beautiful life inside her...
But before that, she was getting fucked. And getting fucked hard.
She came again, clamping down on her son's cock for the second time in the space of ten minutes, biting down on her bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood. Another loud, slutty moan was stolen from her as Dusk slapped her on the ass, leaving a red handprint on her cutie mark and marking her as his, in a perverted way.
His fingers moved from her ass, sliding up her sweaty body and closing around her throat, gripping her neck tightly and making it a good bit harder to fill her lungs, just the way she fucking loved it.
"You gonna get bred by your son?" he demanded, panting as he spoke.
"Yes, baby!" Velvet cried out.
"You gonna tell everyone you meet that your big baby bump came from the fact you're a cumdump for your baby boy?" he growled, pounding her harder than ever.
"Yes! Yes!" she nodded, her voice nearly curling into a scream as Dusk started pounding harder and harder.
"You gonna cradle that baby in your arms and remember how I fucked you on the floor like a dime-store whore every time you look at them?" came the third question, followed by another. "You gonna be happy pretending to be a dignified and respectable mother for them, when all you are is some dirty, old cockhound?"
"Yes, baby!" Velvet gasped, cumming a third time just as Dusk pushed himself over the edge of an orgasm, locking his cock in her womb and blowing his load. "Give me my own grandchild! Fuck your child inside your own mother!"
Dusk didn't hesitate and didn't hold back. He came a torrent, even larger than before, as deep in his mother as was physically possible. Her belly swelled even larger, bigger than he ever thought possible. It grew and grew, the sound of his spray audible inside her, like a high-power hose filling up a pool, slopping and gurgling in her freshly-bred womb.
Her fucked her pregnant and beyond, billions of sperm from gallons of cum flooding her fallopian tubes, every inch of her reproductive organs being glazed and battered with a vicious assault of hot, thick cum. He gritted his teeth, groaning louder and louder as his over-full balls began to visibly shrink with every torrential spurt of his cock. Velvet's belly had grown to monstrous size, being something that touched the floor and then some when she stood on the highest tips of her toes, filling out to be as twice as wide as she was in any direction and so, so heavy.
The cum tank that was Twilight Velvet wasn't going to be moving for several hours, filled up with enough cum to fill a swimming pool, exhausted to the point of nearly losing consciousness, and too pregnant to care about anything other than names for her beautiful new baby, whatever gender they may turn out to be. Dusk pulled out of her well-fucked cunt, dropping down onto his haunches and watching the cum spurt out of his mother's gaping pussy, staining the carpet even more than before and making sure that however much she cleaned it, it would still bear the scent of the beauty it beheld today.
"Good boy..." Velvet moaned, cumming once again thanks to the boiling flow spilling out from her cunt. "The best boy I could ever ask for... Mommy's Little Angel..."
