"Mom..." James gasped, still heady from his mind-blowing orgasm. His cheeks and face tingling as blood continued to race through his veins.
Joan stood back in a daze, cum coating her lips and dribbling from her chin. Her cock pulsing under her dress, if begged, screamed, for release. This was wrong...
James was her son... Something clicked back
What had she done? She needed to calm down. Fight. Defuse.
"Your legs are better now James, see!?" She pointed at his changed feet. James, attempted to move his injured leg reflexively. It felt stiff, but the shooting pain was there no longer. "Wha?" He managed as he sat up, seeing his hooves for the first time. He looked up at his mother eyes wide in surprise. A glob of his semen dangled from her chin as she spoke.
"It was the only way hun." She knew that was a lie, even as she said it. "I hurt my ankle too yesterday, and it got fixed the same way."
James paused, she could see she had intrigued him. He looked down at her legs, boots covering all.
She bent over, unlaced her boots and went to pull one off to show. The lacing was tight however, and she struggled with the boot. Heaving she began to pull as had as she could, boot slipping an inch at a time. Wobbling unsteadily on one leg she braced herself and gave one final mighty heave. Loosened by the previous attempts, this time the boot slid free win no friction, flying from her hands. The momentum of her heave carried Joan back and she tumbled to the floor in a heap. As she fell, the hem of her dress flew up leaving her exposed from the waist down.
James, having propped himself up on the bed, was given an eyeful of his mother's jumbled genitals. Pink, pump, pulsing and standing proud, her penis rose like a mast from her crotch. Her legs were splayed and he could just about see her hairy slit hiding underneath fat balls. James's mouth opened and closed like a fish, to shocked to speak.
Joan could see him looking at her privates. 'Well the cat's out of the bag now' she thought, her sex addled brain adding 'might as well make the most of it.'
"James?" she asked, propping herself up on her elbows. James's mouth continued to gape, eventually finding his words. "P-penis!? Jess. It's true! Dad!?"
"Your father doesn't know James! Please don't tell him... I want to tell him in my own time." James's eyes were wide. "Does that mean... Oh god..." his hands flew down, pulling his giant horsecock out of the way, lifting his testicles, and feeling around his taint. As Joan got to her feet, with a soft *clop* from her one released hoof. James sighed a sigh of relief. No sign of a vagina yet.
The sight of James, sitting with his flaccid hose in hand made Joan's still had cock twitch with anticipation. but then something happened that made her wilt. Her son's eyes began to water, his mouth quiver, and he began to sniffle.
"Mom... I want to go home..."
Her heart melted as the spell was broken. He was just a scared boy. She rushed to him, holding him and comforting him.
'What is this place. What is it doing to us?' she thought.