Any doubt that had once existed in James’ mind flew out the window when he felt the soft touch of his mother's hand grace his shaft. His eyes rolled back a little as he released all restraint, blood rapidly flowing to his new organ as it doubled in size, thickening in an instant. James’ cock wasn’t the only thing that grew as Joans’ eyes widened, her mouth hanging open in anticipation. She reached out with her other hand, taking the member into her grip as James let out a pleasurable moan.
“Don’t worry baby…” She cooed, not even realizing the sultry tone of her own voice. “Mommy will kiss it all better….” Her tongue lashed out towards the cock’s thick skin. James let out a whimper and a groan, saying nothing in defiance as the pleasure came over him. It was the second time that day that he’d had his cock sucked, but this time there was skill behind it, intent and desire.
Joan just savored its taste. It was nothing like Henry’s. The texture was different, a little more course that she was used too, but the taste! The taste was wild! It was driving her insane. Her tongue lapped across its length, getting closer to the bulbous mushroomed head that sat peeking from its sheath. When his pre touched her tongue she shuddered. It too was unlike anything she had tried before; and in her lust filled stupor she couldn't help but wonder if her daughter had a penis like her, and if so, what a Bull’s cock might taste like.
With pleasure, however, comes consequence. Especially in the cabin. As Jame’s writhed beneath his mother's grip his body began to change. The tender sensation on his ankle was replaced with a mild pulse while his toes curled tight, the gaps between them becoming harder to define. His hands were wrapped around the sheets, while his toes took on a darker shade. His nails had begun to swell, enveloping the now solid mass’ at the end of his legs. If his ankles were hurt, the changes to them had made any damage irrelevant as the bones cracked gently into their new places, allowing better dexterity for James’ hooves.
As Jame’s neared his limit Joan had found her rhythm, taking the larger than life cock between her lips, getting as much of it as she could in her mouth. Her hands worked at his shaft, beckoning it to release. James’ changes had completed, the ends of his new feet had hardened into cylindrical masses, strong cloven hooves.
With a whimper, James felt it coming, the inevitable ending. He groaned again, giving little warning to Joan. She could feel him pulsing against her lips, his shaft beginning to spasm as her heart raced. It tasted amazing. James’ equine load shot from his cock, splashing against the back of Joan’s throat in a haze of please, sealing his changes for good. Joan pulled back, catching some on her chin as she grinned. Gulp. It slid smoothly down her throat as she looked at her son. He wasn’t moving, just panting with one arm dangled across his face. She looked down at her dress and at the still present and harder than ever erection that tented it.