On returning home from the apothecary, Pear Butter surreptitiously made a detour to stop by the outhouse with her bag. There wasn't much room for it, let alone using the kit that she had bought. Still, the instructions were simple enough. Pee in a cup and add the pregnancy test solution. If the result was negative, it would turn red, blue if it was positive. Pear Butter held up the cup to the slice of light coming in through the crescent-moon-shaped window to look at the cup. It was very much blue.

"... Shit."

Pear nudged Bright Mac in bed.

"Buttercup, it's been a long day. I'm exhausted," Bright said.

"I know but... I'm really in the mood," she said. "What if I just get on top and-"

"No, my back hurts," he huffed. She huffed back. "Look, until Mac starts picking up more of the slack around here, I'm stuck doing all the work. I love you, but I'm only equine. Once he's a little older, we can..." He trailed off. "Let's just get through the growing season. After the autumn harvest I can take some time off and... it'll be like the second honeymoon we keep talking about."

Pear Butter knew she didn't have that much time. Her pregnancy would be showing by then.

"Okay dear," she agreed, letting him go to sleep in peace. Once he was snoring soundly, she sat up on her side of the bed and worried. The work on the farm needed to get done. She could try to hire some help but she knew they didn't have the money for that. They barely got by as it was.

Another idea flittered through her mind. The rational part of her immediately dismissed it as a crazy notion. But in the absence of anything better, she kept returning to it. It might just be crazy enough to work. And if it did, everypony would win. But if it didn't work...

She sighed. "No guts, no glory."

She climbed out of bed and silently walked down the hallway to her son's room. Like his father, he was sound asleep. She sat next to him on the mattress. She leaned down and kissed his cheek before giving him a little nuzzle to gently stir him awake. He blinked and looked at her in the pale moonlight.

"Mom?" He blinked again and looked out the window at the mare in the moon. It was nowhere near morning, still very much the evening. "What's going on?" he asked.

She touched his cheek with her hoof. "Mommy needs to ask a favor of you," she said. "I need you to work extra hard to help your father."

"I am," he said. "I'm trying really hard."

Pear smiled. "I know, sweetie. But if you can do more work than your father, Mommy will give you a special reward."

Mac looked intrigued. "What kinda reward?" he asked.

Pear swallowed hard. "It's uh..." She placed her hoof on his lower belly. "A special reward that we would have to keep a secret."

Land's sake, she could hear him getting hard.

"We can-!?" he started to say excitedly. She put her hoof to his mouth to hush him. He silenced himself.

Pear nodded. "If you can get more work done on the farm than your father, then yes, we can do that again. But it has to stay a secret. Do you understand?" Mac nodded excitedly. Pear smiled. She stood up to leave but his hoof grabbed hers.

"Ma, I... I don't know if I can sleep now." He looked at the tent in the sheets. "Can you..?"

"Work before play, Mac, you know that," she said. His lips trembled. She sighed. "Give me your pillow."

He gave her his pillow and she placed it on the floor. She sat down and placed her hoof on the tent in the sheets. He started humping against her hoof through the sheets hard enough to make the bed frame squeak. "Quietly!" she whispered at him. He tried his best to restrain himself. "You're cleaning your own sheets tomorrow."

"Mhmm!" he agreed.

After barely another minute, she could see him flaring under his sheets. A dark spot of dampness quickly spread, soaking the linen and his fur. She didn't want to admit how intoxicating it smelled. Least of all to herself. "Feel better?" He nodded. "Okay, Mommy's almost done too..." Her other hoof between her legs rubbed a little fasted and she bit her lip to stifle her moan as she came and her thighs squeezed the pillow. She took a deep breath and steadied herself to stand up. She picked up his pillow to give back to him. Part of her expected him to be revolted. But he just rolled over and buried his face into the damp pillow, humping against his mattress with a fresh erection.

"Thanks, Mom!" he said.

"Remember, work hard and you can have the real thing."

"I will!"

Pear Butter set a plate of breakfast at the table as Bright Mac sat down. He ate with his usual efficiency next to Pear Butter before giving Mac's vacant seat another disappointed glare.

"I'll go wake him," Pear said as he finished eating. She walked back upstairs, finding Mac bedroom vacant. His bed had been stripped bare. She smirked and went back downstairs expecting to see him outside at the wash basin.

But instead, his linen was already hung, drying. Just beyond the sheets, Bright Mac stood slack-jawed at the edge of the east field, looking at all the rows of tilled dirt. On a post at the end of each section was tied the empty seed bags that had already been spread. The broken earth laid folded back over upon itself to cover the seeds, darkened with the dampness of a fresh watering.

The amber waves of hay grass were gone, shorn flat to the ground. Though barely a half dozen lay stacked outside of the barn. One of which had a long plank laid over it. On one end was a bale. At the other end, a red stallion jumped on it to catapult the bale up into the loft before loading the next one.

Big Mac wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead and looked at his father just as dawn broke. "Good morning sleepyhead. You've missed the best part of the day!" He jumped on the plank again and sent the next bale flying into the loft window. Pear Butter walked over to join them. Big Mac smiled. There was no way his father would be able to catch up to his head start. Though just to be safe, "Hey Dad, I think I've got it from here. Why don't you take the day off?" Pear smirked. She knew what he was trying to do.

She nudged Bright Mac. "Well? Isn't this what you wanted?"

Bright looked around the perimeter of the farm, trying to see who else Mac must have put up to this, but saw none. "You did all this?" he asked dubiously.

Mac nodded. "Eeyup."

Bright squinted his eyes. "Impressive, if true."

"Mama didn't raise no liar," Mac said.

Bright stepped closer and looked at his eyes. "You ain't been chewing cocoa leaves have you?"

"No, sir."

"Dear..." Pear pulled Bright away, "Just be proud."

"Fine. I'm proud."

Pear Butter tugged him along back to the farmhouse. "Come on. Let's go enjoy your day off."

"The north field needs to get plowed before week's end!" Bright said over his shoulder.

"I'm sure it will be," Pear said, looking back at Mac with a wink. She lowered her voice to whisper to Bright. "For today, I have something else for you to plow..."

~

Bright Mac just held onto the bed frame as his wife rode him like a bronco.

"Land's sake, Buttercup! This spring heat really been that bad? You ain't been this hard up to rut since our honeymoon!"

"I told you, I want to fill the farm with new foals!" she moaned.

"You really want to have another foal?" Bright asked. Pear Butter's memory flitter back to giving birth. "Mac nearly split you in half like a piece of timber!"

Twice.

Pear's body quivered at the more recent memory as her orgasm rocked through her body. The rhythmic pulses and squeezes of her pussy were more than enough to send him over the edge. "Buttercup!" Pear smiled in satisfaction as she felt him cum inside her. Both from her own climax, and from the success of her plan. Now Bright would never doubt that the foal was his.

The north field got plowed. Plowed, seeded and watered.

"Who's he trying to impress?" Bright said, watching his son work from the kitchen window before breakfast was even served.

"Oh, probably some filly," Granny Smith mused. "Ain't seen a stallion work so hard since you was courting Pear. Prolly that little ginger gal from the farm across the way. Carrot Top was it?"

"Golden Harvest," Pear said, happy to add to the misdirection. "I think Mac met her down at the farmers' market."

Bright chuckled. "Ha! That figures! Just like his Pa."

Bright was more right than he knew, Pear Butter thought as she sipped her apple juice.

~

The last hay field got shorn, tied into bales, and thrown into the loft window.

"All that's left is to stack the rest of the bales in the loft," Big Mac said, giving his mother a pointed look when Bright wasn't paying attention.

It was clear what he was implying. And as promised, he had given her four days in a row of out-working his father, leaving Bright the time and the energy for Pear, to leave no doubt in his mind regarding her foal. But a deal was a deal.

"You've been working hard all week Mac," she said. "I can help you with that in the loft while your father finishes plowing the south field." That suited Bright just fine.

Mac, on the other hoof, was looking forward to plowing an entirely different 'south field'. Arriving at the ladder, Mac waved for her to go ahead.

"Ladies first," he said

"Oh, such a gentlecolt."

Pear climbed the ladder up to the loft and Mac followed her. She had barely reached the top of the ladder before Mac was all the way up under her tail, practically burying his whole snout into her marehood, eating her out like it was the only meal he'd had all day. Given that he had been working outside since before breakfast, it very well could have been.

Pear's legs trembled and she struggled to keep her balance. Her hoof slipped but he caught her fall, with his face. Her hind legs struggled to find the rungs of the ladder, but he carried her weight as he climbed, pushing her up into the loft. She tumbled forward into the loose hay littering the loft floor and rolled onto her back. Mac appeared atop the ladder not a second later, closing their distance in an instant.

She could clearly remember just how primal Bright had been when they first became carnal lovers. When Mac's hooves grabbed her legs, she braced herself for him to pin her down where she was and get straight to rutting. For her flexibility, her ankles were nearly back to her cheeks. But rather than dick her down aggressively in a breeding press, he shifted his hooves to hold her thighs and leaned down to go back to licking her pussy.

He only paused to visit each of her teats, suckling as he once had before. But with the time of disuse since, they had become much smaller. He barely got a mouthful of her milk from the both of them. He was disappointed, yes, but not as much as he had expected to be for his last time. It was of little consequence now that his tastes had evolved to something far more delicious. He moved back down to licking her pussy with renewed appreciation.

From her position, she couldn't see it very well, but she could definitely hear his meaty erection slapping against his belly. She could hear how hard he was. He had already licked her pussy enough to get her plenty wet enough for intercourse, but he didn't immediately start rutting as soon as he was able. He seemed content to just keep licking up and down along her pussy. Occasionally flicking her winking clitoris and probing his tongue inside her.

She had done what she could to clean herself after each session with his father. But she hadn't been down to the river for a proper cleaning since their most recent time the previous evening. She didn't want to break his eager spirit in knowing that there might still be some. But if there was, he sure didn't seem to notice. By some combination of instinct and reading her body language, Mac was able to intuit what seemed to make his mother feel good. Pear winced as he sucked on her clitoris. Her hooves reached between her thighs to grab his mane.

He stopped, expecting her to push him away, that this dream, too good to be true, would be pulled out from under his hooves. But she didn't push him away. As soon as he stopped, her grip on his hair relaxed, but held his head where it was. He started again and she gently guided him a bit lower to give her clit a break from his tongue. He was plenty happy to keep probing inside her vagina. Her hooves pulled his face against her marehood harder, mashing her clit with his snout. She rocked her hips against his nose and he picked up the hint that she was putting down. He wrapped his hooves around her thighs and kept licking as he pressed his nose against her clit firmly, letting her rock her hips back against him. She could feel a familiar pressure building up inside her again.

She felt a pang of panic.

~

On the night of her wedding, Pear Butter was awash with emotions. Her father had abandoned her to the Apple family. But just the same, the Apple family accepted her. At least as much as Granny Smith was capable of at the time. And being married as they were, she couldn't rightly object to them consummating their marriage.

After everything that had happened, Pear felt safe in her new husband's embrace, looking up at him as he looked at her. Freed from the anxiety of being found out. She could reach that special place where she could finally relax and just enjoy making love. She could release all of her pent up stress and worry, and just let go.

"Bright!" she moaned as he hit that special spot inside her. Her whole body quivered as she felt the most intense orgasm of her young life. A jet of her marecum spurted out of her pussy, splashing against the fur of his chest.

"What in Tartarus!?" he balked. "Did you just wet the bed!?"

"I... I don't know!" Pear covered her face with her hooves. It didn't feel like she had wet the bed, but she couldn't deny the warm wetness spreading through the sheets under her. "I'm sorry!"

She could feel Bright going soft inside her. He managed to finish, if only just barely. Then it was a long, awkward evening of washing the bed linen and her sleeping on the couch. He still slept on the guest cot next to her. He never teased her or held it against her. But she still felt mortified about what had happened. Even if it was the best orgasm she'd ever had. From then on she kept herself more restrained when she felt that sensation.

~

That familiar sensation welled up inside Pear as Mac licked her pussy and pressed his nose against her clit. She tried to stop him, but her hooves trembled and her grip on his mane faltered. She tried to say something to warn him, but her words became a jumbled mess of guttural vowels as every wire in her brain cross-fired. The knot in her belly twisted itself up tighter and tighter until at last-

"Ah!" she gasped. She couldn't stop herself. Her hips bucked up off the floor, but he just held on and went along for the ride, keeping his mouth firmly planted, cupping her vulva as she came. Her eyes started to water with tears of shame as she came hard. She could feel herself squirting straight into his mouth. Her heart raced with fresh terror, expecting him to be revolted with her.

But he didn't. If anything he just held on harder. She could hear him audibly gulping, and felt the muscles of his mouth flexing on her pussy as he did, practically trying to suck as much as he could out of her as she kept spurting. Not that she had any control in the matter, but she obliged him, filling his mouth as fast as he could swallow until he had practically sucked her dry.

When at last her orgasm faded, the muscles in her body finally went limp and she flopped back onto the loft floor. Her eyes could barely focus as she looked up at him. He licked his lips as he looked down at her winking clit. "So it is like another nipple. But with apple juice instead of milk."

Pear Butter hardly processed the words as he shifted himself closer, leaning his weight on her legs in a proper breeding press and pushing the tip of his dick against her marehood. His experience had given him a much better understanding of where to aim. She only needed to wiggle her hips just slightly before she felt the tip pop inside her. He flexed his hips and let gravity press his body down into her. Though he just barely got his medial ring inside before he felt himself bottom out.

Pear grunted in discomfort as she felt him hit her cervix, pushing her uterus up against her lungs and quite literally knocking the wind out of her. She put her hoof to his chest, stopping him from going any further. He saw the pained look on her face and backed off in surprise. He had been able to fit the whole thing inside her before. Why not now?

"Let me..." she directed, pushing his hooves off of her pinned thighs. He let go of her legs and she was able to unfold herself and relax. But the new angle for Mac was less than optimal. He reached underneath her with his hoof, lifting her butt up off the floor just enough to make it work. With another shift of his body, he leaned forward and was able to comfortably slide his entire length inside his mother.

"I love you," Mac said. He meant to say that he loved this feeling, but his words that he had said to her so many times before were no less true.

Pear smiled at her son. "I love you too." Her smile reflected his as they shared the same expression of satisfaction. Pear, still in her post-orgasmic bliss, and Mac, hilted inside her after thinking that it could never happen again. He hugged her close, afraid to ever let her go again.

"I love... this," he said more specifically.

"I know." She hugged him back. "I know you do." Her words were of understanding, but were no less bittersweet in his ears. She could feel his breath hitch in his throat.

"Do you... not?" he asked nervously.

She hugged him a little tighter. "I do, Mac, but you know we can't keep doing this," she said. "I'm your mother. We shouldn't be doing this together."

"It can stay our secret!" Mac protested.

Pear could feel her son's tears against her cheek. "It's not fair to your father." She could feel his muscles tense for a moment at the mention of Bright, but then he relaxed.

"I know," he said.

She brushed his mane with her hoof as she hugged him. "Let's just... let's just enjoy it, This one last time." She lifted her legs to squeeze his hips as she rolled her own, coaxing him to get started. He started humping, slowly, making just small movements before stopping again. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"I don't... I don't want to go and finish if this is gonna be the last time. I just wanna stay like this, with you forever. I don't want this to be the last time."

"I know sweetie," she said. "I don't either. But it has to be this way or else somepony is going to get hurt. Do you understand?" Mac sniffled, but nodded against her neck.

"Eeyup."

She squeezed him again. "Come on now. Mommy needs you to rut her." She could feel his cheeks swell with a grin at her words. He lifted himself back up above her.

"Mom, can I... can we kiss?"

Pear blushed. "I... I suppose so, sweetie. We're already having sex."

Mac leaned down and kissed her. She pursed her lips and kissed him back. Mac opened his mouth and used his tongue, the way he had seen his father do with her when they didn't know he was looking. She was surprised but for only a moment. She kissed him back in kind, trying to guide him by example with her own tongue.

His hips started moving again. His breathing came faster through his nostrils against her cheek until he needed to break the kiss. He panted above her as his pace quickened and slowed, in a desperate battle between giving into his raw lust, and his desire to prolong this final union with her for as long as possible.

Pear could not keep the goofy grin from her face. She hadn't minced words when she said that she did enjoy this. Stars above, she loved it. She loved how it felt. She loved that it was him, even as she knew how wrong it was. He was such a naturally good lover. Not to mention how well-hung he was even at his age.

"I love you! I love you!" he panted faster.

"I love you too, baby!" she said. "You're making Mommy feel so good!" His thrust became more erratic and she felt him start to flare inside her. "Ooh, just a little mo-oh-OH!" She moaned as she came again. Just like the last time, he kept fucking her right through it. But her pussy squeezing and milking his dick was the last straw.

"M-Mommy!" he cried out, as he pushed it as deep as he could. She could feel him twitching and throbbing inside her again. Each pulse made his shaft swell as he pumped each load deep inside her. But now that her womb was occupied, the way was sealed. Thick though his dick was, the pressure forced his cum to spurt out of her stretched pussy, making a puddle on the floor.

They looked into each others eyes in their shared ecstasy, each committing this moment to their memory.
Since this was their last time together.
Pear quivered in the aftershocks of their shared orgasm.
This was definitely the last time.

That was what Pear Butter told herself.

Big Mac continued to work hard on the farm. He kept trying to work harder than his father, hoping beyond all hope that his mother would honor the deal they had once made. But as much as he wanted it, as much as they both wanted it, no amount of work, begging or pleading would stray her from her resolve.

Though the virtue of a job well done was its own reward, without motivation of a tangible prize of working extra hard, Big Mac burned himself out. It wasn't long before things were back to normal. Or at least how they had once seemed to be. Big Mac worked, but Bright Mac worked harder. Up with the sun and early to bed, tired and worn out. And Pear Butter laying beside her sleeping husband, silently questioning if this was really better.

Of course it was, she reasoned. She only needed to motivate Mac to get some time with Bright to pull off this ruse. And now that was done, things were back to how they should be. To want more was just her being selfish. The only place for her selfishness was at the kitchen table, taking a second helping. After all, she was eating for two now. And she wouldn't be able to hide it for much longer...

Bright Mac stood proudly beside his wife. Pear Butter rubbed her round belly, "You're going to have a little brother or sister," she said to her son.

"Really?" he asked.

She nodded. "Some time at the end of next winter," she said.

"Good thing, too," Bright said. "We'll need all the extra hooves we can get once those orchard saplings mature."

~

After a day of relatively light work, Bright Mac laid in bed without immediately falling asleep. Pear Butter joined him, giving him very un-subtle bedroom eyes.

"What?" he asked.

"Well, I was just thinking that we could..." she trailed off as her hoof rubbed his sheath. He looked at her and then at her belly.

"No offense Buttercup, but if I was a chubby chaser like Carrot, I'd have married Chiffon."

Offense was taken.

"Fine. I can just turn off the light and you don't have to look," she said.

"I'm just worried about the foal," he said.

"I know you'll be gentle," she assured him.

"No I mean, what if it's another colt?" he asked. "Me putting my dick in there and exposing him to that? He's gonna end up another stallion stuffer!"

"What!?"

"Well, I ain't seen Mac courting that Carrot Top filly from the market. Or that Bon Bon gal. None of 'em. So it's either that or you having him on your teat so long making him a soft mama's colt." Pear's swollen teats ached at their mention. "Let's just get that foal outta you and then we can give it another go. Ain't no point to now, already carrying as you are." He rolled over and went to sleep.

No point!?

Pear held her tongue to spare a fight. She sat up in the bed and just thought about how many more months she'd have to wait. She stood up and shuffled down the hallway towards the stairs. She passed by Big Mac's room and paused briefly. She bit her lip and fought with every ounce of her willpower to keep walking.

She gathered what she needed and sat awkwardly at the kitchen table in the dark, holding the wide-mouth bottle to her teat to start expressing her milk. Her head turned with a start at the sound of the stairs creaking. Similar as he was to his father, she could still recognize her son's silhouette in the dim moonlight.

"Mom?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah."

"You're up late."

"So are you," she said.

"Couldn't sleep. Came down to get something to drink. What are you..?" he started to ask as he walked around to her side of the table. He could see the awkward position she was in, trying to reach around her belly to deal with her teats.

"Milking myself. They ache when they're full," she said plainly.

"Do you want help?" he asked. It wasn't a coy attempt at seduction. It was a sincere offer to help his mother with a task.

Pear wanted to immediately object. But every part of her ached from being hunched over in the hard wooden chair. And she was too tired from the day to argue with the offer. She just silently held out the bottle to him. He took it and looked at her teats, just barely visible from under her belly at that angle.

"Come on," He held out his hoof to help her up.

She hesitated. "Mac, where-?"

"The couch," he answered. She had considered the more comfortable furniture, but worried about staining the upholstery.

"Okay, but just don't spill," she said as she stood up.

"Don't worry. I won't."

She settled onto the couch and was able to lean back more comfortably, giving him room to see what he was doing.

"Just hold the bottle against it and... and squeeze a little," she instructed.

Not that Mac needed any direction. He pressed the rounded opening of the bottle over her nipple and lightly squeezed her teat. A thin white jet of her milk sprayed into the bottle. He paused and held it up to look at it.

She looked towards the sink in the kitchen, "I usually just dump-" Mac upturned the bottle and drank it in a single gulp. He licked his lips and savored the familiar flavor. "I... suppose that's fine too."

Mac pointed the top of the bottle at her nipple again but then just leaned forward to suckle.

Pear gasped in surprise but kept herself quiet. "Mac!" He suckled quickly before she could stop him. As expected, he felt her hoof grab his mane... but she didn't push him away. "Gently!"

Mac did as she said, easing his suckling, so grateful that he almost cried. His hoof pressed her teat as he sucked, making sure to get every last drop before quickly moving to the other one, still anxious that this could end at any moment. It was reassuring to hear her sighs of relief as he expressed the milk from her uncomfortably-full teats, making sure they were both completely drained.

Mac looked at her deflated teats and smacked his lips in satisfaction, pleased with a job well done. To his credit, he did a much better job than Pear could have done with her hoof alone. His eyes drifted lower as he shifted her leg aside, causing her to turn and lay horizontally on the couch. He could see the dampness of her neglected marehood shimmer in the moonlight. He licked his lips and leaned down.

"Mac..." her hoof gripped his mane a little tighter in a half-hearted protest. She sucked in a breath as she felt his tongue lap up along and into her puffy vulva, lightly flicking her clitoris. Her last shred of willpower forced her words, "You- your father..."

Mac paused. "Dad should be doing this," he said. "You're down here in the dark all on your lonesome." He looked at the milk bottle on the coffee table in the dark living room. "He should be taking care of you." He looked back at her desperate pussy. "But he ain't!"

"Mac-" Pear wanted to object but her words failed her as her son went back to licking her pussy for the first time since he last did it. She wanted to tell him that he was wrong in a lot of ways. But in a lot of ways... ways that she didn't want to admit, even to herself, he was right. Her thighs clamped together on his head as he body trembled. "M-Mac!" She bit her hoof to stifle her moan as she came. It wasn't the earth-shattering climax that he had given her last time. Which was just as well to spare the furniture and the ponies sleeping upstairs.

But Mac kept his promise, and didn't spill a drop.

"I've missed you," he said. "Missed this."

"Me too," she admitted. As she watched him stand up, she could see the silhouette of his massive erection underneath him. Pear's voice was trembling in the aftershocks of her orgasm as she struggled to keep herself to a whisper. "Mac, we can't!" She could tell if he didn't hear her or if he was ignoring her, but he didn't flinch. "N-not here anyway. Not tonight!" His nostrils flared and his erection throbbed underneath him and she worried that he might force himself upon her just the same.

"..."

"..."

"I know," he said simply.

He extended his hoof to help her sit up and get off the couch. Once on her hooves he silently escorted her back upstairs. Shuffling quietly down the hallway he stopped outside of his bedroom and held her hoof. He gave her a pointed look. She shook her head, and silently mouthed, "We can't."

Mac grit his teeth but swallowed back his disappointment. He just nodded in understanding and let go of her hoof. He walked to his bed and was about to get in when Pear tapped on his shoulder. He turned to look at her but she motioned for him to move aside. She walked past him and grabbed his pillow. She placed it on the floor and sat on it while she reached under her belly to rub herself.

She only struggled for a moment before he squatted behind her. With a better angle, he was able to reach what she needed. He hugged her from behind as he rubbed her pussy. She could feel his stiff erection throbbing between his belly and her back. She could just imagine how it would feel to have it back inside her again.

He held her tight as he body shuddered again, leaving a large damp spot in his pillow. In his embrace, he felt movement. Movement inside her belly. He moved around her quickly to press his cheek against her belly. He felt it again. Pear brushed his mane with her hoof. Filly or colt, they could both tell the foal was destined to be an all-star apple-bucker.

He helped her stand again and he picked up the pillow, pressing his face into it before putting it back on his bed. "Thanks," he whispered, kissing her goodnight. She smiled and kissed him back. With tongue.

"We really really need to stop doing this," Pear panted, feeling her sons cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

Big Mac snorted, hugging her very gravid belly as he humped carefully. Pear was at the point now where she couldn't even climb the ladder to the hay loft. But that didn't stop them from finding a secluded spot in the back of the barn once everypony was asleep.

"I really mean it this time," she said. "Once the foal is here-" her words were cut off as she felt him flare and start to cum inside her. He grunted as he flooded her pussy to overflowing. They both took a moment to collect their senses. "And that could be any day now. So this... you have to be ready to accept that this could be our last time."

Though he had heard those words before, he actually accepted them now. He wasn't oblivious to the foal-making process anymore. Though while the stallions of the house still genuinely believed this foal was his father's, he now understood the risk of continuing. He sighed as he started to soften. He slowly pulled out, letting the rest of his cum pour out of his mother's pussy. "I know."

She hugged him.

He hugged her back.

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