You look to see how your mother fares. She is laying her head in the bed with her tongue stuck out. You look into the ceiling for a few moments. Then, you begin thrusting. Pushing into her folds. Your hoofs are shaky as they hold onto your mothers rump for balance. Your astonished how firm her cheeks are. It really sets you off. You keep pumping into her. She yelps between weak barks and moans. 