Then, you hump her, almost enough to where your son was sleeping. In and out, more bending and liquid seeping from her tight hole. Push in closer and move a hoof to her belly, so round and strong. You squeeze it softly as you feel the hardness that used to be where you were grown. You really were going to be a father. This revelation made you rowdy and passionate with each hump. Who says we would stop there; maybe we can make even more. Our own little inbred paradise. 