Abby lent against the wall of the hallway leading into the main living room, the mother of two still overwhelmed by the sensations washing over her form as the newly formed meat shrank back a tad or least enough so the head wasn't impeding into her field of view. With the new urges calmed for the moment the first thing she noticed was simply, 'Damn, I'd just cleaned up that spill as well.'
Tired from the day out and the surprise, the mother wearily walks into the living room and flops her back on the couch. With a concerned yet curious look on her face she peels away the skirt to have a close look at the new addition. The shaft sat happily on top of her legs for once, the strange-shaped head resting at her knees as the pole slowly crawled back into the sizable sheath attached to her crotch.
A terrible thought came to the forefront of her mind, shooting a hand downward. It slipped past the fat bulge, squeezing down under the heavy dense ballsacks with a shameful tinge of pleasure. Finally the tip of the searching digits curled back and searched, finding their goal with a confirming little moan. At least she was still part woman. Her fingers didn't stop as commanded though, rubbing and grinding into the surprising moist slit, coaxing more cute and confused moans from the older woman. Her second hand soon joined in on the fun, slender fingers wrapping around the thick rod laying on her lap. It skimmed back and forth carefully but firmly, groaning in a sultry tone as she felt the blood rushing back into the new limb, each throb causing more stiffness and dragging more of the shaft out from it's new home.
In mere moments Abby was practically on her back on the couch, legs spread wide and knees pulled up high (with the help of a sturdy coffee table as a footrest), rumbling, moaning and whinnying like a mare in heat. Heavy and musky smelling precum drolled from the flared head of her new cock, either leaking down the shaft to lube the motions of her hand or falling onto her rather ample chest. Two fingers powerfully and rhythmically pumped themselves into her soaking sex, keeping in time with the motions of the hand on her equine dick as her female juice trailed down between her buttcheeks and onto the couch.
Someone caught her eye though, even during all of the pleasure she was giving herself. The address book called out to her for a reason she'd couldn't understand, "Maybe I should get someone to take a look at this for me..." She mused to no-one in particular, and in a great show of willpower (or lack of) pulled the hand from her cunny before reaching for the phone and the book, but not before licking the fingers clean of her fluid. Delicious...
With some struggle she found the number of one of her closest friends, Carol. It was difficult to say the least to type the phone number with cascades of electrical sensation coming from her crotch. No wonder men thought with these. She was getting closer to the edge, her hand flying up and down as much slick flesh as it could in a stroke and after an age the phone was picked up.
"Hello?" Answered the familiar voice.
"C-carol.. mind coming over? I've got something to show y- y- y-YOOOOUUUUOOOOHHHHHH"
Abby couldn't hold out, another explosive orgasm bursting out on her. A flood of horsecum jetted from the twitching head of throbbing length, painting her chest and face in her own semen with her tongue hanging out to greedily catch the thick load, lovingly swallowing the salty liquid. She lay there for a while swimming in the afterglow of her second male orgasm, seemingly more powerful then the first. The mother could have stayed 'til she eventually escaped her trance and started the process again.
The ringing of the door bell brought her back early.
Carol shuffled nervously on the doorstep, wondering what type of trouble her friend might be in. Quietly the door opened, Carol stepping in without a thought to the rather damp entrance.
"Abby! Are you o-"
She was cut off before she could finish her sentence, too shocked at the sight before her. Standing with a grin like a Cheshire cat was her friend Abby, cum slathered across her upper body and sporting a cock that would put a stallion to shame.
"Wha?"
The only noise Carol could stammer out as her friend lunged forward, locking her sperm coated lips to hers and sharing the equine treat before stepping back, idly rubbing at her erect cock.
"How 'bout we 'talk' about this in the living room?" asked Abby in a low, slutty tone as she watched her friend squirm and fidget in her clothes. The fires of lust blazed in Carol, who only nodded with a whimper with eyes locked on that beautiful length and following her friend into the lounge, the heavy scent of sex in the air making it all the worse.