James watched in confusion. His mother was in the living room, her tail peeking out and wiggling ever so slightly as she leaned against the doorframe leading into the kitchen. “What is she….?” He mumbled, before quickly taking refuge behind a bush, partially obscuring his vision. Joan had moved, spinning on her heel before slowly shuffling away from the doorframe. She had a wicked grin spreading from cheek to cheek as she shook her hands in the air, as if in victory. James watched his mother from the bushes as she continued to silently revel, before quickly making her way out of the kitchen, with the same level of secrecy. James' mind was racing, wondering what tricks his mother was playing at. He stayed stationary for a moment, his heart pounding once more as he listened intently for any of the exterior doors. The last thing he wanted to do was bump into his mother. Not after today. After was seemed like an eternity he pivoted beneath the window frame, slowly making his way to the kitchen windows. He swallowed loudly, louder than he was expecting as he gathered the courage to peek over the window sill. Finally, the courage swelled within him as he began to rise from the garden bed. His ears peered over the glass first, a quick giveaway to any who were paying even a little attention. Ever so slowly the scene in the kitchen came into view and a bright red blush coated James’ cheeks. He was greeted to a sideways view of his Father gripping Jess’s ass tightly. He was pounding away, without a care in the world to any potential onlookers. His sister's breasts were sprawled out in the open, her udders jostling violently, an image that he knew would linger in his mind long after today.
After a few seconds of this James pulled away. He slid backwards down the exterior wall, his heart racing and his shaft spurring to life. “No… No no no…” He groaned. Knowing how difficult he had made this on himself. In an instant, James' resolve sharpened. He pushed against the garden bed, his hooves digging deep into the soil as he made for the front door. He rapidly flings the front door open, praying that his mother had made her way back to her room. Thankfully the entrance was deserted and while doing his best to close the door behind him he felt his penis lurch against his sweatpants. “Nghh… please..” He moaned as he ascended the stairs, fully aware of the clopping noises he made as he did. “So close…” He muttered, reaching the apex as he rounded into the hallway. His mother's room was closed off. And there was the shower, dead ahead. James stumbled forward, still trying his hardest not to draw any attention as he finally made it. The bathroom doors closed with a click, the lock falling into place as he tumbled into the shower, clothes and all. His hands fumbled the nozzles and after his long ordeal, his body was drenched in a stinging cold rain.
His shaft retreated, the arousal leaving him even if the images wouldn’t. Even the small cleft on his taint began to lose definition, sealing itself shut until another day. James sat in the tub, processing what he had seen, what it meant for him if his mother was pitting Henry and Jess against one another. But it was all too much. He was tired and his clothes heavy. He stripped in the shower, tossing the drenched fabric onto the floor with a thud. He looked down at his body. His horse cock retreating into its sheath, while his much larger nippled stood tall atop his breasts, bracing the bitter cold. After a while, he felt a sense of normalcy return and with only a towel in hand, snuck off to his bed for the night.