Wincest

>You wake up covered in bitches like you do every morning.
>Stifling a sob at your disillusions as you rise, you step out of your bedroom in your parents house to piss.
>While walking down the hallway, you hear frantic shuffling noises and a quiet, choking sob coming from inside the bathroom.
>Your old man is out doing whatever the fuck he does for a living, so there aren't too many possibilities as to the identity of the occupant.
>The voice is feminine and definitely familiar, but it isn't one that belongs in your household.
>Standing in front of the door, you lean in to better hear whatever muffled words you can make out through the wooden barrier and the pitiful crying.
>"Ooooh, w-what's wrong with me...? Please j-just *sob* let me w-wake up from this..."
>Familiarity of the voice aside, there's obviously a female in distress in your bathroom.
>Fuck yeah.
"Oi."
>Rapping your knuckles on the door, you hear a sharp intake of air and a crash.
>"S-stay out!"
>That voice...

"...I'ma give you 5 seconds to open this door before I bust it down, and if you're who I think you are, rape you repeatedly."
>Silence greets your statement, but before you can even begin to count, the door is thrown open.
>Sitting before you on the bathroom floor with a disheveled mane, ears splayed down in either anger or lamentation, and puffy eyes above tear streaked cheeks looking as though she'd been crying for hours, is best pony.
>"Excuse me!?"
>...
>Oooooh fuck, you know that tone.
>Those eyes that promise a verbal hell that you would tolerate from noone else but her.
>Even if nothing else is the same, this mare is...
>Several long seconds of silence tick by as you level a shell shocked stare at your mother.
>Her expression of outrage fades away as a flurry of emotions cross her face.
>Panic, fear, shame, and sadness.
>Eventually, she seems to settle on despair, laying down and covering her face with her forehooves as she begins to quietly cry once more.
>"D-don't tell your father... I... D-on't... Want him to s-seeeeee...!"
>What do?

>20 minutes later sees you leaning against the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee in hand, silently watching your still morosely sniffling mother.
>When you had finally broken from your shock induced reverie with a blink, your conflicting emotions revolted against you.
>Having realized that this was in fact the woman who raised you sobbing on the ground desperately, you fought down the twinges of lust in the back of your mind as you picked her up and held her to your chest.
>You let her cry it out as you stroked through her warm, plush fur, whispering words of comfort into her ear until she calmed herself slightly.
>When she finally felt as though she was ready to speak, she looked up at you with a misty gaze and opened her mouth.
>Only to be interrupted by her growling stomach.
>Her mouth slowly closed again as fresh tears pooled in the corners of her eyes, her gaze slowly lowering and her head pushing into your chest once more.
>And so here you are.
>You fixed her a bowl of cereal, which she embarrassedly thanked you for, and despite your offer of assistance, she now sits at a table with an air of determination about her as she attempts to eat.
>It was too fucking adorable.
>With her rump planted firmly on a chair and tail lashing about behind her in irritation occasionally, she shakily lowers a spoon into a bowl of cereal with both forehooves to retrieve a bite of cereal.
>Her brow is knitted in concentration, her mouth turned downwards into a small pink bow of a frown.
>Every unsteady inch the spoon rises is a victory for her, and ever so slowly her mouth opens to accept the incoming morsel.

>Until at the last second, her grip falters and sends the spoon flinging across the kitchen.
>With and audible "Uwahwah!" of panic, she seemingly reaches out after the airborn silverware, only to lose her precarious balance and topple out of her chair with a loud clatter.
>Shaking your head and attempting not to laugh, you lean to the side to see if she's alright.
>On the floor she lays, limbs randomly thrown out, rear end lifted slightly and tail hanging over her eyes as she mumbles angrily.
>Your eyes widen as you take in dat flank you've longed for for so long.
>It's all bare before your eyes, her puffy maregina in plain view as she attempts to get her legs back under her.
>You find your hand subconsciously flexing, wanting to reach out and touch, caress, taste.
>Oh god, what the fuck are you supposed to do, this isn't fair.
>With a blink, you realize that you've moved closer.
>Noticing your sudden proximity as well, your mother looks back over a wither at you with a sad smile, apparently believing that you've come to lend her a hand.
>Her warm eyes slowly become laced with confusion and slight apprehension as she stares, taking note of your labored breathing and twitching hands.
>"...Anon...?"
>Setting your cup down on the table beside you, you come to terms with what is about to happen.


>Dropping to your knees, you slowly reach your hands out to grasp the invitingly supple flank before you.
>Your fingers sink into her warm fur and begin to knead slowly, hesitantly.
>Staring at you in wide eyed shock, your mother seems unable to wrap her mind around what's happening.
>"W-what are you..."
>She winces as your thumbs dig into her behind, pressing just hard enough to spread the flesh before you and reveal her pink inner walls.
"S-sorry... But... This is happening."
>Finally realizing what you have in mind, she begins to panic beneath you, flailing her limbs about in protest.
>"S-stop! What's wrong with you!?"
>She's slowly scooting away from you, but she isn't strong enough to make any real headway.
>With a small yank, you pull her back towards you and throw her off balance.
>Pulling her rear up so that only the tips of her hind hooves can reach the floor, you let your warm breath wash over the delicious looking slit.
>With an audible gulp, you deeply inhale to take in the hot, damp scent of her nethers.
>She shudders beneath you in disgust as her head drops to the floor and slowly shakes back and forth.
>"Please stop... Please..."
>Disbelief and fear tinge her voice, causing you to seriously reconsider your actions.
>You've never denied her anything, could never deny her anything, especially when asked in such a pleading tone.
>And yet you will, you won't have another chance like this.

>Something deep inside tells you that you should be disgusted as well, that you should be gagging at exactly what this musty aroma is that you're savoring so much.
>Slowly lowering your head ever closer, you take one long, deliberate lick from the tuft of fur just beneath her teats, all the way up to her puckered anus.
>It's indescribable the feelings that one taste invokes.
>A lust that almost burns out your senses, a disconnect with reality at the impossibility of the situation.
>She shivers in revulsion, but is unable to do anything to stop you from licking again, and again.
>"No... Stop, stop..."
>With the front half of her body still splayed across the floor, and rear half suspended in the air before you, you take your time and savor each pass of your tongue.
>Her voice tells you how little she is enjoying this, but you don't miss the way her breathing becomes heavier as you continue your ministrations.
>Growing slightly bolder, you allow your tongue to slip inside, plunging as deep as your reach allows and swirling to cover every inch accessible.

>Her breath hitches with a sharp gasp, and you feel something that brings a grin to your face.
>A suction, as though her inner muscles suddenly tighten in attempt to pull your tongue deeper.
>Slowly pulling, then dragging out of her as you feel the contraction again, you bring your face back to see exactly what you had hoped to see.
>Looking as if it's longing to pull you back in to it's warm embrace, her pussy now glistening with your saliva contracts in a wink, allowing her pink rosebud of a clitoris to touch the cold air.
>She stares back over a wither at you with labored breathing, face tinged with shame and regret, but also a hint of desire that she is unable to hide.
>She's unable to keep eye contact, and looking as if she's about to begin crying again, she lowers her face to the floor once more in submission.
>But her rear stays in place, even as you allow her full weight to drop back to the floor, it only shivers before you as she readjusts her balance.
>She wants this too.
>And who are you to disappoint someone you've loved, and who's loved you for your entire life?
>Lowering your face once more, you allow your tongue to explore every inch of her plot, as your now freed up hands begin to explore her body.
>One reaches forward to softly stroke about her mane and ears.
>Her head turns away from your hand, letting her cheek rest against the cold kitchen floor, but still she pushes back into your caress with a quiet, suppressed moan.
>The other hand reaches beneath her, running along the length of her belly and gently fondling her teats.
>With each pass across a small nipple, her rear tenses and pushes up slightly against your face, like a cat that can't help but arch it's back as it's being pet.

>Her reserved moans slowly escalate in volume and pitch as you begin to notice a slick, viscous liquid coating your tongue.
>As your hands continue to knead into her body as tenderly as you can manage in your arousal, and your tastebuds savor every new flavor they come across, you increase the ferocity of oral attack on your mothers nethers until she's all but thrusting herself into you.
>Faster, deeper, your mouth lovingly suckling on each slick fold and velvety lip until she can take no more.
>With an adorable squeak, her body shudders and tenses as a flood of juices erupt into your mouth.
>Swallowing what you can manage as you hold her trembling body close to you, you gasp for breath when she finally collapses to the floor, still moaning softly.
>Slowly, she rolls over to lie on her back and look up at you, eyes locking and sharing equal disbelief at what just occurred.
>Unconsciously, almost without realizing what you're doing, you reach down and lower your sleeping shorts to release the tension there.
>It's never been so hard as the moment it's out in the open, revealed to the panting mare beneath you, your own mother.
>She's slowly writhing on the floor, hind legs spread wide and soft fur rubbing against your thighs.
>Her eyes glazed over with lust gaze at your exposed member, causing your face to redden and breathing to increase just from the intensity of her stare.
>Your mom is staring at your dick, and you've never been so embarrassed in your life.

>Biting her lip, she leans forward in a position that seems like it would be uncomfortable until her hot panting is washing over your pelvis, making you shiver in anticipation.
>You can hear her whispering breathlessly as her face inches closer and closer.
>"Just a dream... Just a dream..."
>Her eyes droop shut as she begins to lovingly rub her warm muzzle across the length of your penis.
>She breathes deeply and releases a soft sigh as it bounces against her nose, before she finally opens her maw and accepts the head into her mouth.
>A warm tongue overrides all thought process as she begins to gently suckle on the tip.
>You can't help but lightly begin to thrust as it circles around and under, your own moans growing until you can barely hear her soft whimpering.
>She takes more and more into her mouth, slurping and releasing more soft sighs against your stomach.
>With a small pop as she releases you, she pulls her head back and looks up at you with longing.
"Mom..."
>Rubbing a hand across her cheek and over her lowered ears, you push forward until she is once more laying on the ground and staring up at you.
>Your member rests on the cleft of her marehood, pulsing against her lower stomach.
>"It's okay, baby..."
>She brings a hoof over her mouth and nods to you, eyes half lidded, and chest heaving with want.

>Both hands grip her by the waist, just above her ample thighs.
>A hoof reaches out to slowly caress your chest, trailing up and down as your breathing increases in pace.
>Unable to restrain yourself any longer, you pull back, line yourself up, and slowly begin to push into her.
>"Ah..."
>Inch by inch, her body pushes back towards you, until the silky warmth of her fur is resting against your stomach as you hilt.
>"Mmmnnn..."
>Her eyes are shut tight in ecstasy as you begin to move.
>You pull back until only the tip remains inserted as her pink folds seek to suck you back in, and you gladly comply.
>Your body molds against the inviting warmth beneath you as you begin to pump in earnest, grinding against her soft fur.
>"Aaah... Aaah... Nnn..."
>Setting your pace to her breathy moans, you feel your length slide in and out, again and again.
>Each wink allows you to feel her clitoris rubbing against you, and every time causes her to tremble and whimper.
>Opening her forearms wide, she beckons you with half lidded eyes and furiously blushing cheeks.
>Her hind legs wrap around your sides to keep you steady as you lean down to kiss her, gently at first, but then with increasing need, tongues exploring each others mouths.

>You can feel yourself reaching your limit, and you can tell she's close as well from the way she's moaning into your mouth.
>Putting your hands beneath her flanks, you lift her bottom half up off the ground and continue violently thrusting into her.
>Pushing into her faster and faster, until you explode with a final thrust.
>"MMMN!"
>Releasing your seed into her, still locked in a passionate kiss, she milks every drop from you.
>Gently kissing her once more as you both sigh in pleasure, you eventually pull back to look down on your mother in the body of a pony.
>Her stomach twitches and convulses in pleasure, and her eyes gaze up at you with happiness and love.
>Then you wake up.
>And you were never really ever able to tell if it was a good dream, or a nightmare.