[Garret][Satyr, Incest, Ecchi] Greedy Meaty

>The morning sun shines faintly through your lavish bedroom curtains.
>Its presence slowly wakes you from your light slumber.
>You sit up, yawn, and stretch, your joints popping quietly.
>Unfortunately, the combined motion and sound seems to awaken your sleeping partner.
>She too yawns and then moves her sleeping mask up onto her forehead, past her horn.
>"Darling, you know how I dread that awful sound."
>You chuckle and shrug.
"Sorry dear. I can't help it. Morning stiffness and all..."
>Her eyes drift from your own to somewhere further south.
>She brings a hoof to her mouth and grins coyly.
>She primps her hair and winks while licking her lips.
>"Morning stiffness, indeed."
>
>Twenty minutes and some 'early exercise' later...
>You walk down the hall and pop into Garret's room.
"Hey kiddo, I just thought I'd-"
>Once you walk in, your eyes immediately fall upon a naked Garret hunched over on his bed.
>His arm is moving rapidly and he's panting heavily.
>Your unannounced entrance causes you both to freeze.
>Garret looks from his hand to you and back.
>Something in his brain finally processes the information and he reaches for a pillow to cover himself.
>"Father! You brute! Do we not knock in this house?"
>For your part, you all but close his door, leaving just a crack for you to speak through.
"I... uh... Sorry, kiddo. I just wanted to tell you happy birthday."
>You nearly close the door and leave before pausing for a moment and gathering your thoughts.
"Oh yeah. I'm planning on making you a big breakfast. It'll be ready in 10 or 20 minutes, so uh... just get dressed and come down when you're... finished up, alright?"
>The only response is a huff from inside.
>You take that for what it's worth and head downstairs.

>You fire up the stovetop and take out a few different skillets and pans.
>Just the thought of today's breakfast is starting to make your mouth water.
>You head over to the refrigerator and pull out all kinds of meats.
>Sausage, pepperoni, bacon, some chicken. The works.
>It's not often that Rarity lets you go crazy with your carnivorous desires, so you have to make each time count.
>It doesn't take too long before everything is nice and ready to serve.
>You set the table for three, placing the pork and poultry on plates in the middle of the table.
>Of course, you wouldn't forget about Rarity.
>She married a considerate man.
>You head over and set Rarity's oats at her seat.
>Looking over the spread, you breathe in deep and let out a sigh of contentment.
>Soon afterward, your two favorite peopl- er... ponie- uhh... sapient beings join you at the breakfast table.
>Rarity looks absolutely stunning.
>Even though it's just breakfast, she's gotten herself dolled up with makeup and a nice sundress.
>She never misses a beat when making herself presentable.
>You give her a quick kiss before turning your attention to Garret.
>He's wearing a simple shirt and slacks and looks surprisingly unaffected by the day's preceding events, but you decide to apologize anyway.
"Hey, sorry about earlier, Gare. I just wanted to-"
>Garret swings his hand up, signaling you to stop.
>"Please Father, it's quite alright. I found it rather..." he eyes you up and down and bites his bottom lip, "exciting."
>With that, he takes his seat.
>Alright... that was a little... odd.
>Oh well, no time to worry right now.
>There's flesh to be eaten!

>You take your own seat and hold your plate out to your son.
"Hey Gare, how about a strip?"
>The satyr giggles and smirks at you. "Oh Father, you're incorrigible! Wasn't this morning enough?"
>You cock your head to the side in confusion before your faux pas registers.
"I meant a bacon strip, smart guy."
>He passes it to you before he raises his own plate grinning.
>"Let me get some of your big sausage," he points to another lump of protein, "and how about your smoked meat log?"
>Flustered, you place the slices of meat onto his plate.
"Hey, cut that out, son. It's weirding me out."
>He settles back and you sit in silence for a few moments.
>...
>"Did you choke that chicken?" He leans over and whispers to you, "Can you show me how later?"
>You slam your utensils onto the table and excuse yourself.
"I have to go for a walk."
>You glance back at Garret who is giving you the bedroom eyes.
"A long one..."
>
>You watch as Anon leaves in a huff, leaving you and your one-year-older son in the quiet kitchen.
>He looks at you, smiling.
>His eyes twinkle before he speaks, "I'd say we have about fifteen minutes."
>You smile back, a devious smirk crossing your lips.
"Then I suppose we shouldn't waste any time unwrapping your 'real' birthday present, should we?"
>You levitate your dress up and drape it across your back, moving your panties aside to show your dripping orifice.
>Garret pushes you up against the table and reaches down to unbutton his pants.
>Feigning surprise, he replies, "Oh Mother, you shouldn't have!"
>You shiver.
"Well, go on then. A good boy never keeps their mother waiting..."