Smashing Mommy's Buttons - Cream Heart AKA Button's Mom
"Ugh! Come on! You-"
Button Mash stirred from his sleep. The dark night greeted his fluttering eyes.
"Ahhh! Come on!-"
There the sound was again! A familiar melody of clicking, stomping, and yelling. His vision created outlines of his room, as various colors of the world around him came alive.
"Mmmmnnnnn! Mom?" Button turned along his sheets, shifting to his other side. A grumble left his lips as he tucked his head underneath a pillow, all in an effort to ignore the noise.
"Cheater!" One of Button's ears angled upward at attention in realization. The thought finally breaking the spell of sleep, causing him to reluctantly stretch in annoyance. Someone was playing with his console and he definitely didn't turn it on last night.
"M-mom?" The troubled youth eased himself up to a seated position. He gazed at the open crack of his bedroom door. Looks like, he had forgotten to close it last night. Which explains why he could hear what was going on in his household this late at night. For as even as faint as they were, he could make out the sounds of a certain shooting game he had loved playing weeks ago. Just who else would be playing it besides him or, the only other pony living under the same roof, his mother? With a flip of his blanket and a long yawn, Button slowly progressed to investigate. Dragging his feet across the carpet beneath him. "Mom? It's what time-..." He mumbled, while his hand rolled against the socket of his eye. Just what was exactly going on this early in the morning? Button shifted his attention to his nightstand. Where a clock blinked back at him. 2:59-3:00 in the morning. Button rub away at his neck trying to subdue the need for sleep, that only seemed to weigh him down. The door swung open with a shove from his arm, and Button made his way down the hall towards the source of the commotion.
"Mom..." He tried again to address her. A barrage of guns and explosions was the only response he got in return.
"Hah! Yeees! Suck it, baby boy!" Growled an aggressive feminine voice, which made Button react in surprise. It was clearly his mother. Button shuffled his way to the end of the hallway. Where a source of shining lights flared and flickered in various shades and effects. Even half asleep, Button could easily find his way to his own living room. Dealing with his mother at this state would be something else entirely. Fingers clasped the end of the hallway wall and out Button pulled himself, peeking at what was going on around the corner.
"Mo-!" Button started, but what he saw was a sight to behold. It was indeed his mother, Cream Heart. She was dressed in red lingerie that should be "reserved" for only special someponies behind closed doors. This special kind of red underwear was partially see-through. Which made it even more revealing, if a pony got close enough to inspect it. From top to bottom, was an intricate design of sewn roses that hugged every taut curve and left little to the imagination. Button was struck silent as his mother did a victory dance. Clearly finishing a match with a hard-earned win with the screen proclaiming her victor. She waved herself around in a confident stride with a series of cocky random grunts and noises, that held no other purpose than to sing into the microphone to gloat at the opposition.
"Mooom." Button let out a sheepish whine that still didn't seem to get through to his mother. "Mo-"
"Oh yeah! OH YEAH! Who's your Daddy now, ShakeISstrong1337?!" The voluptuous vixen waved her hand in the air and pumped her arm to her side. Acting as if her opponents were able to see her taunting them. The speakers called out in response in retaliation to Cream Heart's taunts.
"You're a girl stupid!" It was the voice of a younger male who was clearly upset about the previous matchup's results.
"Yeah? But guess who's got the bigger DICK?!-HAH! You thought you got game?! Nah, baby boy! 'I' got your game right here!"
"MOM!!!" Button had to scream just to pierce through the loud headset Cream wore that was blocking him out. His mother finally acknowledged her son with a snap of her head, wrapping her arms around herself to reserve some of her dignity. Turning over to her side on the heels of her bare feet in a slow rotation, Cream looked over to the clock and covered her lips in surprise. She had clearly lost track of time, getting caught up in distraction. Cream swallowed and surrendered to the fact, that Button had seen her in such embarrassing clothing. Acting as if everything was normal to prevent upsetting her son any further.
"Oh! Hey, baby! Did I wake you?" Cream Heart said softly in a whisper, as to apologize for waking him. Cream took off her headset and set the controller down by the coffee table. With an impressive display of grace and a jiggling accent to Cream's prominent busty features, she made her way over to her son and held his shoulders.
"Y-yeah..." Button's eyes came to full view with Cream's bra. Slowly the space around Button's mind began to imagine how his head would press into those wonderful mounds. The soft luscious cleavage smothering his vision. To lay against them freely and fall asleep in such a- Wait? This was real.
"I'm so sorry, Button. If you want you can sleep with Mommy?" Cream offered having already tucked her own son into her chest in a loving motherly hug. Button could smell his mother's natural scent. It was so lovely and comforting. Making his mind wander even further into degenerate thoughts of his naked mother dancing just for him, yet why-! Was he smelling his mother?! He took her by the elbows and pushed away. Wincing at how her fully stuffed bra decompressed against his face.
"Mooom! I'm not a kid anymore." Button huffed out. Still unsure if he was acting out due to how tired he was or how much in denial that his boxers were growing tighter by the moment in lewd thoughts of his own mother. Cream did not show any resistance and instead gave a concerned expression, silently.
the time to listen to Button's concerns intently. "Could you just turn off the game and let me sleep? I got school in the morning and the colleges scouts are going to be there."
"Of course, Sweetie." Cream found some positivity inside of her and offered a simple smile. Her lips angled upwards in a gentle smile. A pair of fingers ran up along Button's cheek and orange hair. Cream paused for the moment, taking the chance to admire her son. "My handsome, boy. Growing up so quickly." Button was making an effort to avoid letting his crotch touch her mother. He figured the darkness and his mother's taller stature would be enough to hide the growing hard-on from her eyes. To his luck, she was more focused on his upper half. So he surrendered his head to her for but a second.
"Mom, cut it out already!" Button held stern tone in his voice, shoving her hand away. It was not because he was acting out, it was making him harder thinking about how those velvet like fingers felt. Thoughts raced as to how it might feel up against other parts of his body. Cream's heart felt a sting of pain from those words. Her soft endearing concern melting into guilt.
"Okay, Button. Go back to bed."Cream tugged on the veil of fabric that completed her skimpy nightgown. Assuring Button that she would calm down.
"Where'd the bitch go?!" The speakers lit up in lighting once again and the sound of a foal cackled into his mic.
"Just after this game, baby!" Seems Cream changed her mind. Cream grit her teeth at the challenge and pounced for the controller. She settled herself bent over the edge of the coffee table. In a shameless display of her tight perky rear sticking out as she laid herself on the small short table. Slapping the headset back on her head. "Right here, Biyotch! Ready to get pwnered!?"
"It's 'pwned' stupid!"
"Not when I get done with you, Virgin!" Cream bit on her tongue as it hung out pass her lips. The controller's buttons and joystick clicked and clacked driven by an assault of thumbs. Button gave an airy sigh, deciding to return to his room and leaving Cream to one last game. Stopping midturn, he noticed the players' screen names on the killfeed.
"Wait...Mom? Are these players on my friends list?!" With headset back on, Button's question held no effect as Cream was lost in her match. The audacity of playing his console, that she undoubtedly bought for him, with her own bits, was one thing. But to embarrass him in front of ponies he knew? Granted they were only online friends, but the lack of privacy! A symphony of bullets and impacts flooded the air held her attention. Leaving Cream oblivious to Button's concerns. Button was going to say something next to express his anger, Though he stopped in his tracks distracted by something else. His curious eyes became glued to the round scene in front of him. His mother's rear was so wide, big, and juicy. All attached to thick thighs in a perfect heart-shaped formation. As his eyes focused on his mother's exposed backside, Button could see it wiggle as if taunting him. The sight alone daring him to do something to it. A mental snap took Button out of his wandering gaze. His hands shot down to his groin. He was now trying to tuck back the imposing intruder who was begging to come out. Button made the choice to retreat and leave his mother to her own antics, by quickly ducking back behind the wall away from her sight. His fingers toiled away with the pole that was starting to become uncomfortable as he made his way back to his only sanctum. Button shut the door behind him in a tired grumble and flopped on his bed. What were echoes before were now just faint muffled hums. Finally, Button could get some sleep.
Now only one thing was bothering Button now, keeping him from finding some much needed rest. It was his shamful reaction that ran along his thigh. The troubled stallion fished out his pride from his boxers and stared at it. It laid upon his stomach in full glory. He was tired, but now just full of pent up energy and adrenaline from fear of being caught and the desire for his own mother. All of which was now staring him back in the face. Just how had he come to lust so much for his own mother? For him, finding a girlfriend wasn't impossible, but to find one with his mother's proportions? With such a caring attitude and shamelessness of running around the house in tight clothing? No! This was his mother. The mare who gave birth to him. Conceived him and cared for him when he was young. He had to think of something else, this cannot happen and will never happen. Button wouldn't allow it. Slowly the thought turned into something else. A probability, his fantasy, began to take form. She wasn't just a mother, but a wife craving to be cared for and loved for in the same manner that she gave to him. She was a mare in need. She needed a stallion! Not some colt who obsessed over video games.
With that thought Button closed his eyes and relished the memory of his mother's heavy looking breasts and how her bouncy looking posterior danced about for him. What did she look like underneath? How might she sound when her sensitive spots were played with? He took hold and let his hand guide him, letting it take over. Gliding his grasp along every nerve, throbbing in desire. It turned into a guessing game of weak points. Might she like gentle caresses along her back? Would she love to be fondled, to be pet like an animal in praise? Perhaps, something rougher with spanks and pinches to her various tips?
At first, it was a nice rocking of his grip which slowly turned into a full-length massage. Soon, Button found himself working it over more and more. Panting softly seeking something to catch the inevitable mess that was starting to jolt his senses. When it hit him, he felt both hands move mindlessly on their own. Grunts filled the air as hot sighs left his nostrils in a bull like set of gasps. When he peaked, he found his left hand covering his tip in a feeble attempt to hold back the pleasure that surged forth. His right was still caressing himself away in smaller pumps. Button felt disgusted with himself in the aftermath of his release. His hand was now sticky and left pulling the very boxers he wore over himself. It was a piece of regretful evidence that he longed for Cream Heart in more than just a crush. It was pure unbridled lusty infatuation.
"Buck me..." Peace would not find young Buttons so easily, but he could not ignore his body's need for rest. His lungs remained unsteady and his body too tired to move anymore. He laid there still tense from the sudden climax taking it all in as Luna's embrace slowly took his mind to slumber.
The crow of a cock sounds off into Celestia's newly birth sky. Button woke up with a sudden gasp and a second later his alarm clock blares in an annoying racket. It rattled and roared with a siren-like screech. Button held his head and slammed his hand lazily into the machine to finally silence it.
"Uggggh! Morning already?..." He rolled his head back into his pillow and proceeded to sleep for just a couple more minutes. He just needed more time to himself, more sleep.
"Buttooon! I know you're awake, young man!" Button's eyes snapped open, driving a hand into his pillow and finally giving his body the push needed to get up out of bed. Button definitely wasn't going to get a break here with his three alarm systems. Despite his need for more sleep, he knew his mother "alarm" wouldn't give him that chance. She was wise for holding him to the task scheduled today, yet all still annoying just the same. The next jolt following him this morning was when a wave of water washed over his mane and trickled down his nude body. It was a rough start to the day and it didn't take a genius to figure out why that was. Button let himself soak in the falling streams of liquid. Wishing it would rinse away this tired feeling.
Gone were those were the days when he was just a colt. When he would stay up all night playing video games as a determined would be hero "To save the people of Hunoblia!" was how he would explain it back then. As Button grew in years, he realized that the games had to come less and less and that his mother needed more and more support. Though he was young, he could put two and two together. That day came when he discovered the issue of what was really making Cream Heart act out. The moment when he decided to be not a colt anymore, but a stallion. The morning dragged on as his mind wandered, still left to dream. Memories unfolding as a reminder to tend to the needs of his only family.
~♥~
It was just another day for school and Button Mash was rushing home to try out the new title he had bought just yesterday. Sneakers hit dirt and pavement, against stones and grass. Button ran home with a purpose. All that mattered to Button was getting his hands on a controller and powering up his console. His house was now in sight and within seconds he collided with the front door in full sprint. Button came to a stop, bracing both hands against the hardwood surface. His hand coudn't move any faster, as his one track mind swung the door open in a blur. Button slipped in and tossed his bookbag aside, making his way to the living room.
"Hi, mom!"
"Oh! Welcome home, baby!" A sharp sniffle followed those words. Cream Heart had been seated at the kitchen table and jumped at Button's sudden entrance. She wiped her cheeks with both hands, trying to clean herself up quickly. Luckily, Button didn't mind her and made his way to his gamestation. Pressing the power buttons for both television and console, in his usual routine. He then made his way to the kitchen to grab the snack that was always prepared for him when he came home from school. To Button's surprise there was nothing at the table. Not even a plate was waiting for him.
"Uh...Mom?" Button had to pause for the moment. His face scrunched up in unsettled bewilderment. "What gives?" Cream was wiping her palms against her skinny jeans and cleared her throat. Her face was clearly shining from either water or something else. Had she been crying?
"Hey, baby! How was school?" His mother forced a smile under those pooling eyes. Giving all her attention to Button in a very strange manner. Button couldn't tell what was going on at the moment, but he knew when he needed to slow down because Cream got upset about something.
"It was fine. School is school, ya know? So! Snacks?" Button continued with business as usual, offering a smile back. In his effort to look adorable and innocent. In an attempt to avoid upsetting his mother any further.
"Of course, Sweetie! Hang on, I just-uh Forgot is all!" Cream stood up and made her way to the counter. Was she just using the excuse of prepping him food to give herself some more room? So long as Button got something to eat it didn't bother him much. Cream moved with a lack of energy, spreading cheese across some bread. Button sat there patiently, watching her closely. He noticed that something was off, but what? He couldn't tell right away. Yet Cream did seemed drained.
"Something wrong, Mom?"
"Everything's alright, Button." No, something was definitely wrong here. Cream pressed the two slices of bread together, then set it to a plate, and placed it on the table. All while avoiding Button's stare. With a steady exhale, Cream snatched a torn open envelope on the table and tucked it under her arm. Leaving Button with the lazily made snack. Button's eyes followed his mother, more concerned then before. Even as Cream left his sight, Button looked towards the slip of wall she disappeared behind. With a clear ring of a door closing, Button finally averted his eyes and turned his attention to his snack. He took a finger and lifted the top half. Cheese. Just a plain cheese sandwich with nothing inside of it. Worry racked Button's mind as he grabbed the less than appeasing sandwich and returned to the living room. That one question rolling around in his head. "Just what was going on with his mother?"
~♥~
The twist and a turn of a sink and a toothbrush lifted and stuffed into his muzzle sparked the next snap of awakening. Button's morning seemed to be phasing him in and out of thought. Moving due to repetition and muscle memory, like clockwork. This morning wasn't about Button trying to get into college, no, he didn't have plans to continue schooling so long as they needed the bits to continue living normally. He didn't have much time left, so he had planned to spend the day looking for a job. Today's goal was about collecting business cards, seeking connections, and introducing himself to the idea that was a "career". Hay, he didn't even care if he had to deal with a job of flipping hayburgers all day long. They couldn't afford to wait much longer for him to start contributing and Button couldn't bring his mother to start working harder for him with a job. Now was his time to help her. Slowly Button's dream-like state took over once more. His mind fading away in another reminder as he rinsed his mouth out of a minty foam.
~♥~
Button Mash tapped away on a controller in front of a flashing monitor. His eyes glued to the screen as his fingers danced about all upon buttons and joysticks. It was the weekend and Button did his usual favorite activities. That activity being hugged to a screen playing his usual favorite games while talking smack online to random strangers. Though, today held very little taunting and competitive behavior. Button was awfully silent today and had his mind on something else. Just what was in that letter that had upset his mother so much? The last few days were quiet leaving little exchanged between mother and son. The typical fake smile greeted him at every meal and Cream hadn't asked Button to do a thing, not even his chores. Not once did she asked for a single request to take out the trash or wash the dishes. It was a lesson Cream taught Button about earning his keep, but why did that lesson seem shoved aside for some mild comfort?
"Button? Honey, I'm going to the store do you want anything?" Cream's heels clicked on the floor as she made her way to the front door. It was her day to go grocery shopping and it was exactly what Button was waiting for. He could feel his ears standing on end at those words. He could finally investigate what was going on with his mother without her pushing him aside like always.
"Uh-huh." He spoke in a drone-like state. Pretending to be hypnotized in his gaming as he always had been with Cream. The same sigh left Cream's lips and she was out of the house with a purse in hand. When the door shut, Button froze and slowly turned his head. He placed his controller down and made his way to the door. A press ear flat against the door listened to see if she would return. Everything was silent so far, which meant he was in the clear. In a determined huff, Button marched down the hall and entered his mother's room. It was Cream Heart's private space and everything about this was defying that very privacy. If there was something she was hiding from him then it must have been a good reason. To Button though, there was never a good enough reason to leave his mother hurting all by herself.
Button took the first few steps inside. He scanned the area looking for the thing Cream carried away with her that one school day. He made his way to her side table that held various jewelry pieces and nicknacks. Moving things aside carefully as to not displace anything that would give away his intrusion. Next in his sights was her dresser. Button watched as his angry reflection stared back as he approached it. Button paid it little mind as his hands worked opening drawers, seeking paperwork of any kind. Some type of troubling issue that was enough to leave Cream in despair. There in the corner of a bottom drawer was that same piece of mail he saw days ago. Button wrenched it out from under layers of paper. He pulled the letter out and let the envelope fall to the ground, opening it and read it quickly. Just who was the pony who dared to upset her?! His eyes read word by word and slowly his anger turned into something else. The tense features of his scowl fell apart as his mouth fell open. It was his father.
"We regret to inform you that this is the last year family and child support obligations will be fulfilled on behalf of-"
The name was slashed out as if by a smitten long fingernail. It most likely must have been Cream acting out in an attempt to spite the man who left them both to fend for themselves years ago. The rest letter held the last date payments would be fulfilled and that the court order would end. His father was a stallion Button could barely remember at this point and it now seems he really did lose his dad completely.
~♥~
Button's senses were lit with the promise of breakfast. The smell of toasted peanut butter and banana sandwiches with a hint of maple syrup. Cream Heart had been busy at the stove tending to breakfast dressed in a tight white shirt and shorts that definitely to belong to someone younger than her. Button made his way to the table and took his seat. Finding the food he used loved as a kid. The key word being "used to". He had to be a man and that meant leaving behind the things he did as a kid, such as the overtly sugary confection placed before him. Cream began with a greeting noticing her sweet son entering the kitchen area. "Good morning, Sweetie. Breakfast is waiting for you. I'm already packing-"
"Coffee." Button muttered, trying to ignore his mother. He didn't dare look to his mother, lest he wanted to get those strong urges from last night back into his system. Instead, he requested something he thought he needed in an abrupt and almost brash way. Taken aback, Cream could only turn and stare at her son. Leaving Cream to wonder if Button was still mad about her little charades form last night.
"I-uh wha? Button you've never had-"
"Please, Mom. I just want coffee." The same drone-like response.
"Okaay, Button?" Just like that Cream's bright and cheery mood seemed to deflate. She turned back to the counter prepping the coffee pot to brew a fresh batch of coffee. After placing a mug aside to hold the coffee, Cream turned about and leaned against the kitchen counter. "Okay, Kiddo so how are we feeling today?"
"Like crap." Button back held no hesitation.
"Button, language!" Button was harsh in his words. His fingers tapped on the dining table, still avoiding placing any eyes on his mother. No doubt, she was in some kinda stance right now that Button would consider it an all too alluring picture of a perfectly cute face yet seductive slender legs that wouldn't quit and-okay this has gone too far! Button huffed out letting his words lash out in retaliation of his mental moral struggle.
"Hey, I wanna get to school early can we hurry it up? It's college scout day." Cream reacted as she always did and made an effort to control Button's output. To her surprise, her young boy replied back with another concern of hers. Shutting down her lecturing tone through not of annoyance, but through the excuse of how important today was for Button's future.
"Of course, Sweetie, but it takes time. How do you like your coffee?" Cream was now serving him with a flat expression. Her ear extending out showing tension as lips curled downward under dimly lit eyes.
"I don't know. However you drink it." He didn't have any idea of how he'd like his coffee. All he knew was he needed something to jumpstart the day and coffee was one such option adults used. Cream sighed out and dumped a couple of spoonfuls of sugar and poured some milk with it into the mug. Waiting for enough coffee to materialize in the pot. Silence befell the kitchen as Cream was at a loss for words. Eventually, she poured the coffee into the cup, stirred it, and handed it over to her son.
"Thanks, Mom." It was the first genuine reaction of kindness Button had displayed all morning.
"Your welcome, Sweetie." Cream leaned over toward Button and was about to hug him goodbye. But Button was quicker on his reaction. Slipping from his chair and then reaching over to snatch his mug from the table before Cream could make contact with him. Button seemed to be on autopilot this morning. He turned his back against his mother before she could even say goodbye. He took a sip of his coffee carefully while making his way out the front door.
"Oooh! Hot!"
"Um...cool it off before you-" Slam! The front door came to a close, cutting off Cream's warning. Button didn't care for the burning sensation. He pushed through it in the same manner that he did fighting back the lack of sleep. He had to find a job. It was his turn to provide. His turn to do something for his mother. What was a slightly burnt tongue going to do to stop him?
"Sorry Mom. This is for your own good. We'll sort it out I promise." he whispered to himself letting the air pass through his lips to cool off the hot sensations. Button trudged across the dirt path and taking a slight detour away from his usual school route.
"-Bye?" Just like that Button was gone with a coffee cup in hand before proper goodbyes could be said. Cream planted an elbow into her kitchen table and blew one of her bangs out of her face in frustration. She leaned into her open palm in thought. Cream had never seen her son in such a state. Each and every day, they seemed to grow more and more distant to one another. What was her usually energetic boy burying his face into a screen mashing away at buttons was now a growing young man with priorities. Cream missed those days when Button was playful and led to all sorts of antics. Usually with Button yelling out for his mother for one thing or another, then she would come in, tell him everything was alright, and he'd smile up at her in gratitude. Cream probably coddled Button perhaps a bit too much, but it gave her a reason to live and care for him. It was her reward for being a mother. As Button got older, he needed Cream less and less and it worried her. The last pony who relied on her in her entire life was soon going to leave her. Button would soon be off trying to date and wed a stranger of a mare she might never meet. Maybe the two might make a nice family and she could visit them. But what of her? What would she do in those days? All alone in this house with no one to tend to anymore?
Cream could only sit there in seething regret. Taking the sandwich that went unnoticed and took a big bite out of it. The sweetness was fitting for making her cope with how depressing her world was becoming. Coupled with that sweetness was a bitter familiar feeling. It felt like the life she knew, the life that kept her stable, gave her purpose, was coming to an end. After her husband had vanished from their lives the duty of holding it together was hers alone. Oh, how the thought upset her! Cream Heart had left that behind her and it felt like that breaking point was something she had to face again. It was pushing her to the very edge of her patience, testing her resolve as a parent. As much as she was Button's foundation, she had discovered that her son was hers. Button is the only family she had close to her heart now.
Cream wiped her fingertips clean of crumbs above the plate that staged the yummy construction. She sat up straight and looked around. The kitchen was quiet and she was alone. The home was lovely and well kept, but why did it seem all dreary and foreboding to her. Everything was in a proper place and not a speck of dust or dirt out in the open. Yet a knocking sensation tapped in the back of mind as if something wasn't completely done. A reminder that she needed to settle something, but as to what was a mystery. Cream needed to leave these worries and get back to the chores. The day had only started and so far only breakfast was done. Cream sighed out her energy already expended as she struggled with her mental state of being. So, she did what she always did and twisted the knob to her only companion when Button was out. An old radio that was set on her favorite station.
"Good mooooring Ponyville! Welcome to radio L.T.M. 1.23! You're with 'The Dude!' Bringing you the best and brightest start to your lovely day!" Cream hovered over the sink and placed the used utensils and plates inside. She turned the water on and dunked her hands ]under the faucet's stream. "Now we're gonna do something different this morning and instead of playing the normal line-ups we're going to play something for our more lonely listeners. You're not alone and here's a couple of tunes to remind you of that. Rest easy and stay comfortable Ponyville."
Cream splashed the water with a roll of her eyes. Even her radio station was changing? Cream let the radio play, regardless that the music wasn't to her taste. It still did the job of curbing the loneliness. On and on the morning played these slow tunes of loveless lives, sad times, and well young angry lyrics that she barely understood. What was it the kids called it? Oh right, "rap". A typical day for Cream was filled with scrubbing, dusting, sweeping, wiping, some ice tea, and more cleaning.
In an effort to branch away from the norm, Cream took it upon herself to try harder to keep Button happy. Cream stepped into Button's room seeking for more things to clean. Maybe coming home to a clean room would be enough for Button to notice Cream? To be honest, she was trying to escape the sad tunes emanating from her kitchen since Cream spent more time sulking then she wanted to thanks to that constant reminder. Sure she could change the frequency, but the other stations didn't make sense to her. Every little thing getting inside of her mind. Reminding Cream of the man in her life, who used to be in her life, and the son who was going to be a man sooner than she could handle it. She had to keep busy, to keep moving in the same way she persisted all these years, by finding a purpose in the little things.
Cream stared at herself in Button's mirror, making her way towards the full view of herself. It made her curious as to how much Button actually used his mirror. Cream parted her lips and stared back at her image with puckered her lips. She scrunched her face this way and that. Frowning and then giving a wide overexaggerated smile. Cream sighed and realized she was getting older. Her usual youthful glow escaping her for maturity. Was she still sexy? Was she still able to get all the stallions riled up with a flirty gaze? Turning to her side she stared at her curves. Sending her hands to cup her chest lifting them up and watching them drop with a slight rebound. Then she leaned forward and rolled her finger over her rear. The reflection mimicking Cream showing off the doppelganger who was swaying left and right as Cream experimented with her body. Was this enough to be sexy these days? Of course, to Cream she saw this every day and could barely measure her own worth as a woman. What was normal to her everyday routine wouldn't seem as extraordinary as she'd like for others. She was set in her own ways and wasn't exactly well connected to the young crowd currently. Who knew what Button might think of her if he ever caught Cream dancing about in a mirror? Would he consider this sinful vanity or a curious method of trying to build confidence?
"What's wrong with you?" Cream spoke to her image pressing a hand to the clear surface letting the cold sensation fill her palm. She should be proud that she raised Button to be a good boy. She should have pride in her accomplishments of being a good single mother. That job required more than just one parent and she did what would drive most ponies insane. She was unwanted now, unneeded and forgotten. No no no! Don't overthink it Cream! It's just life's natural course. Ups and downs. All ups and downs. "All ups and downs." Cream leaned into the mirror and let her lips touch the surface. She then retracted away from it holding her finger along her mouth. Cold. it was clearly a superficial plea for something more physical. Just how long as it been since she'd been kissed?
Cream shook her head and looked around. First thing to stand out among the clutter was clothes. There was clothes scattered everywhere, typical for a boy. Putting herself to work, Cream picked a shirt and then tucked it under her arm. Reaching for jeans next, making her way around the room. Gathering socks, putting a pair of shoes by his door, and then she moved to his bed. The bed being in total disarray of untucked sheets, wrinkled and unkept pillows, and articles of clothing strewn about the mattress. Cream pulled back the blanket off the bed and eyed a couple more clothes to collect. The next thing she picked up was a pair of boxers. When her hand clasped the piece of fabric she felt something on it. Something wet. A type of curious residue. Her face gave revealed some discomfort in reaction to the ruined boxers. In her curious reaction, she brought it to her nose and sniffed it.
Cream's eyes shot wide as a mental cracking boomed inside of her. "Button! Oh my goodness!" Cream held the desecrated undies at arm's length. To her surprise though, once she discovered what was riddled along with those boxers her knees shook her mind getting hit with a slight high of something she hadn't experience in such a long time. The smell of a stallion musk and juices. These were the boxers Button wore last night. "Oh Button..." Just what did her son do last night? Did he think that Mommy didn't notice what was going on last night? Truth be told Cream only thought he was erect because of a stallion's natural sleep cycle induces a natural phenomenon. Or as ponies call it "Morning wood" and "Sleepboners". Cream was a woman, yes, but she was far from naive. She did, after all, have her own wild times with men. Cream was a woman, not some little filly. And Button was a growing young stallion that held desires so it wasn't all that surprsing to notice a bit of leftovers from tending to himself.
Cream buried the boxers into her bundle of laundry, to avoid touching them further, and made her way to the bathroom. Exiting Button's room, crossing the hallway, and into the bathroom, she dumped everything she carried into a basket. She sighed and stared at the plaid design of Button's boxers. Those boxers held her son's package. Button, her son, clearly spent his time to work one off. Was it Mommy's fault? Did her game time dressed in clothing bother him? Cream wasn't thinking about setting off her own son. She had only put on what she did last night because she had saved it for a special somepony. A stallion whom she hoped would one day take over and support them both. It was a special treat that went unused for almost years. Was it her fault that she wanted to finally use something that was only collecting dust?! To at least use it once before going to waste in some garbage can?
Cream's eyes were locked on that simple piece sticking out from the pile. Her hands rubbing her thighs as she kept thinking about an actual stallion's rod that had desired her. It was a twisted thought, but why was she so mesmerized by it? It was her desire to be wanted, needed, to feel fulfilled about her duties of a wife and mother. She wanted to be the caretaker who finally was rewarded for her perseverance. Where was her man? Where was her support? Just who would take care of her when she got older and unable to do the things she did now for Button? The answer was simple and she felt it finally awaken something within her. All while her dainty fingers crept between her legs. Just fingertips rolling along her shorts with just a thin fabric of a barrier holding them back from where the aches were coming from.
"A-AHH!" A cry of longing hidden underneath a gasp. The shameful sound was coupled with a shudder as her hand committed to the deed. Was this what she wanted? Sex? Just something to spread her wide and drive her wild with hot flashes as she screamed for more! Cream bit upon her lip and saw that her fingers had not stopped. Driving her shorts to get slightly damp in a darkened spot along her crotch. She was panting and felt a heat she hadn't felt for in ages. After all, she was an ideal mother who didn't even keep her own toys for sexual release. Cream had locked away her innate and selfish desires to give everything to Button and now she had the urge to do something that came like a pang of hunger after a famine.
"Get it together, girl! This isn't what you want!" Cream braced herself at the bathroom mirror and smiled nervously at herself. She was bargaining with her moral values as a wife and mother with this curious taboo unleashed. Cream turned her head and stared at the door to her own son's bedroom. Just how many times did Button touch himself in private in that very room? Cream felt her teeth bite onto the tip of her thumb. It was all so curious and interesting to her. Slowly she the voice of reason in her mind resided in a faint corner. Never to be heard as Cream let her legs draw her closer. She swallowed hard and pushed open the door. Her eyes darted to Button's bed as images of him doing the unthinkable act of masturbation had her horrified and yet she couldn't turn them off. Before she knew it she had eased herself onto her side along the sheets and nuzzled the pillow there. Cream closed her eyes and let herself float along with these sensations. Her snout buried into the pillow letting the faint smell fill her head as she curled her knees upward towards her chest. "Ahhh..." Cream was on a cloud as her mind raced of different possibilities. Her fingers returned down between her legs and dug into her shorts. The jolts to her system from just the simplest touches left her legs rubbing along one another. Her other hand clutched the blanket underneath as she laid there touching herself on Button's bed. It felt like a drug and mesmerized her. Fingers dance along with her sensitive privates as she laid there letting out hot gasps in secret. Cream didn't want this to stop and discovered her body shaking wanting even more and more as she stroked her damp flowerpot. Allowing her petals to spread making her digits slick with hot fluids. The sparks turned into fire and fire drove her mind wild. A hand slammed into the mattress as Cream braced herself shaking and panting from a rush to her senses."Nnnhhhh! Mhhhhm! AH-" The first of several orgasms that rocked her body as she spent her time playing a new game, playing with her own buttons in this new unexplored experience.
The blaze of energetic sunlight began to bid farewell to the calming radiance of encroaching stars in the sky. It had been a long day and Button spent much of his time talking to other ponies. The business of socializing really took a toll on Button's spirit as it was something he normally didn't go out of his way to do, until today. He was just returning home after a self-planned career day. Unbeknownst to Cream Heart, who had thought today was Button's effort to get into a college to continue studies after high school. What Button ended up with was a handful of business cards and a whole lot of "maybes" from business employers. So long as Button held no degree and didn't have his mother by his side he could not credibly prove he was determined to work hard and become a reliable worker. Most of the jobs he had applied for was just him visiting the company or store and filling out an application. The more mediocre jobs actually allowed him to see the manager or owner for a small interview. All of them ending with "We'll see, thank you for coming.". At least he was guaranteed one job that wanted him to work right away. That was the manager at Hayburger's who needed more employees. Today was not a good day for a stallion and it only reminded Button of his young age, but he'll find a way. He had to find a way.
Button entered through the front door of his home drained of energy expecting his mother to be waiting like always. To Button's surprise, Cream was waiting for him by the doorway. His mother drew her attention towards the door and clapped her hands together in joy of her son returning home.
"Welcome home, Dear!" Cream gave an adorable smile clad in a long sleeve button top and tight short skirt. Her outfit was a mixture of business and pleasure. The shirt she wore had the first few buttons popped open to the point where her cleavage was exposed so much so that it was obvious there wasn't a bra underneath.
"Hi, Mom. What's this?" Button clenched his fingers together trying not to stare, but his suspicion was driving him to analyze the situation even more. Cream was dressed as if she was going on a date or to a party. If Button didn't know better he wouldn't have thought anything of it, but his mother was treating his return home as something special.
"I got dinner done early so that we could celebrate!" Cream held up her arms in show and jumped to Button for a loving hug. Button ducked to avoid his mother's grasp and slipped into the kitchen trying to build up the excuse of checking out the food after his tiring day.
"Oooooh-kaaaay I'm really hungry Mom! What's for dinner!" Button discovered that the dinner table was lit with candles. Plates adorned with shiny silverware were laid out on display as if for a date night. A large salad bowl was centered along the table top which was covered in a satin cover cloth. The aroma of roasted veggies filled the air with a hint of something else. Button turned back to his mother and gave a quick sniff of the air. The slight nonedible variant was perfume radiating from Cream? Cream was wearing perfume and it made Button ever more panicked. "Uhhh...Mooom?"
"Do you like it? Oh, I spent all day working on it. Ooo! You don't like it, do you? Oh! I knew the candles would be a bit much!" Cream rushed over to the table and blew out the tiny flames. She placed the candle decor aside by setting them on the kitchen counter out of the way.
"What is all this?" Button held up a nervous smile. He was barely hit on by other women his age in school, but to have his mother attempting to do the same? Button was in denial of that fact and accepted it for the exact reason Cream had told him. It was a celebration. A harmless celebration, but why did it feel like something else entirely? Button choose the lesser of the evils to trust in.
"It's just something special." Cream held her light smile and turned to her son bringing her arms along the counter to support herself. Button swallowed hard as he watched his mother brushed one of her bangs with a finger. That single digit rolling along smooth fur across her cheek and finally settling along her neck. Still, that attention-grabbing hand slid further down tracing the collar to her revealing top. The gesture was adorable and sexy at the same time. Just the way her finger moved in a faint yet sensual movement could make a stallion crazy. Cream's eyes held a narrow gaze as if asking Button to stare at her. She knew what she was doing as her lips curled ever wider catching Button's jaw slowly dropping.
"Alright! Okay!...Okay. Let's just eat dinner." Button shut his lips as he snapped back into reality. His mind was conflicted with the goal of keeping his support for his mother versus his own personal goal to avoid the taboo desires that wanted to pounce her. So Button kept his mind on the meal at hand. He was tired and he could use a little something to comfort him after such a hard working day. Button took his seat and Cream stood there folding her hands in front of her.
"Aren't you going to get my seat?" Cream inquired like a lady in waiting. Waiting for a gentleman who would seat her.
"Why?..." Button shook his head and just stuck a fork into a roasted potato and stuffed it into his muzzle. Button felt that wish at the back of his mind echo throughout his system. That uncontrollable urge and pleasure for having just one night where he wasn't related to such a beautiful specimen. Cream rolled her eyes playfully and took her seat opposite of her son. Cream's hands gracefully took up a fork and mimicked Button's actions. Taking a baby carrot and cradled it with her tongue drawing it towards her mouth where her lips wrapped around the tender morsel before taking a tiny bite with a delicate and subtle crunch.
"How is it?" Button found himself frozen in his seat. His eyes shifting to the window and then back at his mother, who was now resting her elbows along the table giving bedroom eyes to her son
"What is this, Mom?" Button had had enough of this. It was time to confront it or forever be tortured with these emotions.
"What's do you mean, Sweetie? It's just roasted potatoes, carrots, aspara-"
"No! I mean, 'Why this?' "
"I've told you, Button it's to celebrate your hard work."
"I never said I got accepted to any college." There it was a faint twist of her face which proved Button's suspicion correct. "When did I tell you I got anything done today?" Button's frustrations were flaring out and lashing away at Cream now. The pressure of holding everything he felt back driving him forward to acting a bit harder on his mother. Cream herself gave a steady exhale and pushed her seat out to stand up. Button watched her move about expecting Cream to excuse herself completely. Instead Cream did something he hadn't expect. Her tan fingers reached out and tapped along Button's shoulders. Each hand took a side and pressed down lightly till they felt the resistance of tight muscle fibers.
"Oh Button! I just know whether it was a successful day or a tough one, Mommy will be here to help lift you up." Her touch was magical and made Button grunt lowly in bliss. The massage lasted for several seconds before those same hands ran down his chest and stomach turning into something else entirely. Cream Heart finally got the hug she wanted with her palms pushed against Button's slender form. "Now what's this?" Cream asked in return peeking over Button's shoulder as the tight growth in his jeans. Cream leaned down and blew into Button's ear. Prompting Button to shudder as he felt like a squishy mess in those expert hands of hers. Button's appendage flickered in response as Cream's fingertips ran across the tip-top of that hard point of his jeans. "I know what you did last night." She whispered giving a gentle pinching motion against her son. She knew exactly where she was touching and Button had leveled up again in thickness.
"Mom, stop!" Button shoved her arms away and stood up. Scooting away from Cream and panting hard at the point of blowing up in front of her. The emotional dam set to burst no longer able to hold on any longer. "What is this?! This is-this is not dinner! It's...It's bucking FOREPLAY!" Button held up his arms flailing them around as he spoke in anger. Button looked down at his shirt which was somehow halfway unbuttoned. How did Cream do that without him noticing? His thoughts raced as one part told him this was shameful behavior treating his mother so horribly and another saying none of this should be happening.
Cream gave a pouty huff and crossed her arms under her busty chest. Her own frustration seeping out as she refused to stare Button in the eye to explain herself. "You wouldn't know what real foreplay is, Button." Cream didn't mean it but the words flew from her mouth out of spite. The denial only fueling the lonely depression she had accepted for so long. Button held fists to each side of himself. His anger transformed to sadness as everything he was working for was falling apart, just as he feared. He shut his eyes closed and felt a single drop escape his eye. He turned about and marched off to his room
"Button wait!-" Button drove his legs to move faster and shut the door to his room. Escaping from the nightmare that became reality. Button threw himself flat across his bed and tucked his knees into his chest. He was after all just a little colt whom even his own mother couldn't take seriously. If he closed his eyes hard enough would everything be gone? Can he reset this world and start on a new record? But life was not a saved file on a gamestation. Life was about dealing with the difficulties ahead and Button right now, did not want to face anything anymore.
"Button?" Cream rapped and tapped her fingers along his door. "Honey!.." Another set of knocked rang across that surface. "Sweetheart, please! I'm sorry. Let me in so we can talk. Button, please! Mommy's sorry!" Button didn't want to hear it, then again he wanted to save this relationship with his only family. Cream was too precious to treat in such a vile way and Button allowed her to knock and plead in her own panic. Button took a couple of deep breaths to himself collecting his thoughts. Ready to face what was to come.
"The door's open!" He called back and brace his mind for what was going to happen. Cream had opened the door slowly and peeked in first.
"May I come in?" Her tone of voice was careful not to disturb Button anymore and her advances seemed to disappear along with the buttons to her top finally covering up her chest recently.
"Hmm...yeah. I guess."
"Button, Honey, look Mommy didn't mean to upset you. I just want to make you happy."
"I'm not a kid anymore, Mom." It was all Button had to say for the moment. His back turned away from Cream he couldn't see her move freely in his room, but judging from how the bed shook and sunk she had taken a seat by the edge to be close to him.
"You'll always be my son though." Cream retorted in a caring defense of a mother.
"I saw it you know? Read it."
"Read what?"
"The letter. We're not gonna get enough to get by soon and neither of us work. I just wanted to support you. In the same way you supported me." Button gave a messy sounding sniffle as the tears began flowing from the corners of his face. "But...I-I couldn't get a job today, no one takes me seriously and I-I just can't...I'm not sure if I can do it for you!" Cream ran her hand along Button's shoulder rubbing back and forth. as she listened. "How are you soo...so strong and I can't-I can't even!....uwah..." Button surely never wanted to revert back to his colt days. Yet the random sound from his lips was the final nail in the coffin. Button had always been a bit of a crybaby and it only proved to himself that he was not ready.
"Oh Button!" Cream reached for Button's face and awkwardly wiped away some tears. "Here! Come here!" She whispered rocking Button back up to a sitting position. Button shifting about to sit within his mother's arms. That familiar embrace he had let go for so long calmed his mind. In this, he had found peace time and again. From the smallest to injuries to the pettiest of incidences, from hard falls to spilled juice, Cream was always there to support Button. "Shush, Baby. I know it's hard for us right now, but we'll find a way. You always do. Remember that time you raided that big bad boss Mezhlahar the Red Wizard?"
"Uh-huh." Button's mind was on autopilot as he shook his head up and down to acknowledge her.
"I swear you stayed up the whole weekend just to defeat him with your friends. You have to drive Button, you really do, but your focus is all over the place. And guess what makes me so strong as a single supporting mother?"
"What?" Button had to know. How was Cream able to be such a successful parent? An adult who could balance bills, child care, yard work, plumbing, and everything else under the son with owning a house and being responsible for him?
"You're the reason I keep working so hard." Cream tilted Button's chin up and leaned down. Pressing her snout to his and giving a cute nuzzle. Button always loved his mother's nuzzles. As cheesy as it was it really did help him get through many strifes. They were two parts of a broken family and every acknowledgment, cheer to win, and piece of advice needed to be stronger than a full family's own. They were each one half of a family photo and Cream made that clear to Button. The storm inside of him was finally residing. The noise around them was silenced as the two held each other and lips pressed innocently against one another. Holding that natural sensation of a pose, in both apology and longing for one another.
Cream said nothing and looked to Button's jeans again. She reached for it slowly taking her time to undo the button. Fingers shifted the loose flap aside and a pinch of her fingers drew the zipper undone. Button sighed out feeling his blood flow freed beginning to normalize. Cream's whole hand slid underneath the polka dotted boxers and brought her fingers around her son's base. Small strokes of her fingers tightened around that rod as Cream looked to Button. Button held a the same narrowed stare she held for him earlier. The moment was just happening naturally and neither son nor mother had wanted it to stop.
"Ooo! Mom!" Button whispered back to her. Which made her smile setting a steady pace rolling along inches of that member in hold. Button let himself fall into his desires reaching for his mother's chest touching her back in turn. Taking a handful of her beautiful mounds in his touch. Letting his fingers push and squeeze into her. Cream let out a gasp from the bold touch sighing out as how she was being handled. The groping was so tender in the same way she touched him he had wanted to return the favor.
"Button!, Baby!" Cream used her other had to flick off each button in an amazing display of control and experience. Her shirt was hanging loosely upon her body and Button tugged those curtains away. Staring into two gorgeous pair of melons. He squeezed onto one and set his lips upon Cream's little nub. Giving a suckle and a lick. Button was inexperienced, but it was really beginning to affect his mother nevertheless. Cream's body heat was lighting up and warming Button. He shifted back a little to free himself and leaned to kiss her again. Cream was all too happy to take those lips again as Button sat there legs sprawled giving a hearty moan to how her hand was building stroking distance and speed. She laid her hand over every sensitive curve and vein never once stopping in place.
"Ahhh....Mooom..." He moaned out softly as Cream pumped and pumped. Button's was being lit to high levels holding Cream's head to his own and letting his tongue tango with hers. Lavish licks and laps pressed and swiped at Cream's tongue. The moment grew more and more intense until Button tried shoving his entire tongue into his mother's mouth. Cream tried taking the whole thing giving it a little slurp but popping right off. That was enough to make her pause as she coughed a little.
"Button! You don't push your whole tongue inside!" Cream was at first aggravated but her happiness of them becoming much closer excused Button's inexperience behavior. Her smile still intact followed by a giggle.
"I'm sorry, Mom! Please don't stop!" Button whined. Cream shook her head and blew a puff of air up at her bangs, which made them bounce up away from her face.
"I have something better." Cream mentioned lowering herself off the bed and crawling forward on her hands. Sliding Button's spotted boxers down further til his brown member popped out. "Is this for Mommy?" Cream licked her lips and Button could only lay still watching her. He could guess what came next and couldn't care what the world thinks at the moment. His mother opened her lips and gave his flared crown a kiss and then another. She allowed her lips to smack hungrily at his rod. The third kiss latched onto him as the tongue inside wiggled its tip against the tiny slit on top. The feeling of getting so hot and wet from Cream's advances made Button toss his head back into his pillow. Cream bobbed along just that one inch milking her son returning her hand to finish the job it had started. She played Button like an instrument. Her lips tightly bound at the very top sucking away as her hand twisted right with every stroke upwards and then left as it descended.
"Ugggh! Mom! I'm gonna...Nnnggg!" Button groaned out instinctively reaching for Cream's head. The moment somehow driving her finally slide her hand away as she sank her mouth onto that throbbing piece. "Mom! Mooom! Cumm-!" Button grit his teeth and out of his own sense, he pumped up into his mother and held her down against it. Cream gave out a muffled whined startled by the sudden aggression and strength. Button's body tensed as his stallionhood twitched a hot load pushing forth flooding her mouth drenching every part of her hungry orifice. Cream held onto the sheets as her eyes rolled up to the back of her skull. Taking it all in a deep inhale. Scent taste and the heated sensation hit her like a drug and she only wanted more by the way she gulped that inevitable mess and then swallowed. Cream looked back to her son's drooling face and shot down deep still latched onto his crotch. "Oooh! Mom! I just came!" Button squealed out in such a cute way, but that only made Cream eager. Her head taking all of him at once and holding it inside holding it for a couple of seconds swallowing his meat to keep him nice and hard. Cream popped right off and Button could only groan more as she slid back up all along his flared member.
"Yum!" Cream sat up on her knees and bit her lower lip, staring at Button now with an intense gaze. Her arms tossing her shirt away and quickly climbing up to straddle Button. Button was panting about to say something but Cream's bust was wide open and lunged for it falling into the passionate moment. His upper body shooting up and latching onto his mother's nipples. Groping at her wildly as Cream lowered herself allowing Button to split her honeypot.
"Oh Button!" Cream almost yelled out in a hot whisper. She had not felt like this in such a long time, not since Button's father. Button froze as he felt a woman's insides for the first time. "Moom!" he whispered back like a lover more than a son. Cream took to bouncing on his lap. Holding onto Button's head encouraging him to do as he pleased with her body. "Button, Baby! You make Mommy feel soooo good! Ahhhh! Yeah!" Cream flipped her hair aside started out slowly as Button's buried his face into her chest. She set her entire body down careful not to crush Button underneath. Her hips wiggling in an experience wiggle back and forth driving herself into his member. Over and over and over again Cream moaned out and Button held onto his mother tightly. Button braced himself and Cream knew exactly how to react back. Her riding grew wild as she milked him for the reward churning inside. Cream feeling up everything with her wide hips and jiggly curves of her bottom. From Button's sack getting caught in those cheeks to how Cream's ridged walls squeezed and ate every inch bringing his tip against her womb.
"Button! Oh! Mmmmm! Button!" Cream's hot bedroom voice rang around Button's head as if in a constant orbit. She held his cheeks and stared into his eyes. Button gave a deeper gasp as she slammed down granting her what was hers. Button moaned into his mother's face and Cream did the same her tight snug slit shuddering in waves squeezing him over and over and over alive from all the immense pleasure surging through them. They remained in that same position hugging one another. Their mouths wide open panting into the other. "Button, Baby! Haaa-I never thought you'd be bigger than your father. Oooo!"
Button's mind snapped hearing the single approval of him becoming a stallion for the first time today. He was bigger than his father! His confidence grew to extraordinary levels. He was a stallion this was his choice. He was making his mother happy and reacted to that thought alone. With a quick shift of his legs he scooped up his mother by her thighs tossing her onto her back pushing forward driven to see if this praise was worth anything.
"Oh Button! What are you?!-Nnngggh! Ahhh! Button!"
Cream's words were cut off in Button' hasty approach. Button drove himself forward back inside of his mother in full force of his hips. It made Cream yelp out and for once Button felt like he was in control, like so many of the worlds he traversed in his fantasies. At this moment Button had finally found his own controller and now he let his lust take over. Hands clasped around her chest and Cream was ready to wrench those hands off as this had been a little too much for her. Button didn't allow it to happen and pushed up with his feet. He used the rebound and shot right back inside. This caused Cream to hold onto Button's wrist tight as her son moved in a frantic pace. His shaft slamming into her deepest parts and grazing her hidden love button all at the same time from the angle he shoved into her. Cream was in heaven and her mind was growing blank losing control of the situation. Heated fog surrounded her sense of logic and reasoning as the only thing Button wanted right now was to plow his dream girl of a mother. Button made Cream jiggle in tune of his thrusts jamming every bit of his phallic joystick into that thin slot.
Button mashed away and Cream couldn't do anything except to yell out while wrapping her legs around Button allowing him to play with her body. He pushed into her shoving every slick inch of his pride touch every ripple, every ridge, and nerve he could get at. Button wouldn't be able to hold out much longer and Cream couldn't seem to get down from the high of how good Button felt taking her. This is what she missed, not the sex but the need of another to accept her fully as a mare, a mother, and an individual.
"Button! I can't....ahhh! Can't....OOOHHH! Stars!- stop cumming!"
"Haah haah hah haaaa! Agggh! Mom!" Button gave one last pump and pushed so hard into Cream it bent her halfway holding her hips into the air. Cream bit onto the sheets as her deepest parts were blessed with a tremendous wave of a climax. She desperately reached to kiss her son but the seemingly neverending jolts wrenched her head back every shot of stallion cream bringing her to a new level of pleasure. Button's rod pumping out the heaviest load yet. Cream laid there stunned as her legs fell off of Button's waist. Button collapsed a top of his mother and laid against her chest. "You're the best...mom...!" Button cherished the moment tired beyond belief barely able to move. Cream twitched on the bed hugging Button to her body with her mind still unable to recover from the heated session.
Both Button and Cream laid there for a good hour before Button rolled over and laid on his side. He reached for Cream and kissed her gently. The kiss woke Cream and she turned onto her side and kissed him back smacking her lips with Button's. "We forgot about dinner." Button added offering a smile as his legs were too tired to get up and do it. Cream let her body go limp and rolled her eyes at the request.
"I'll get it. But first, let me teach you how to kiss properly." Cream sighed out and drew closer once more to get more deserving smooches from her new lover.
"Is this a college course?" Button chuckled at his own joke.
"Nah! Consider this, your new job, Mister!" Cream tapped Button on his nose and the pair of lovers laid together letting time go by and eventually falling asleep in each others' arms.
It had been a few weeks later since that emotional night and Cream Heart had found something to keep her busy. She was clad in a white nurse's uniform with a white cap to complete the ensemble. It was night time already and she was just getting back home. With a heavy huff, Cream opened the door to her home and walked slowly inside. Turning her attention to the living room where a mixture of lights flashed and shined.
"Welcome home, Mom!" Button was in the middle of a game, but with some self-restraint, he placed the controller down and turned to face his mother. Cream gave a wave back and acknowledged her son. "How's work at the nursery home?"
"Oh same old, same old! Had to stay back to finish some paperwork. How's your game?"
"Arrrg! Come on! Like Dude! How's he not cheating?!" Button stood up from his seat on the couch and mashed away fixated on the screen. Creamndefinitely got her answer from that little outburst. "-Oh there's stew in the kitchen!"
"Again?" Cream sighed out blowing a burst of air to slide her set of bangs out of her vision. Slowly she made her way into the kitchen and went straight towards the pot of stewed vegetables. She took the ladle and lifted a scoop of celery and tomato stew. She gave it an unappetizing scowl of disgust and returned to the living room bringing her shoulder to rest against a wall. "How was school?"
"It's been great. I sent my application to Barcodedium University for a game design major and just in case another to Arcania's College Campus under alchemy."
"I need to teach you how to cook something other than Stew."
"What's wrong with stew?" Button said averting his attention but the sound of his character getting digitally deleted made him shoot his eyes back to the game at hand. His face scrunching in frustration.
"Oh nothing, but I'm sure you could give me something better."
"Thought you'd never ask!" Button tossed his headset across the couch and let his controller fall to the floor working his hands to undo his pants. Cream gave a roll of her eyes and made her way to the couch. Laying along her hip she turned to grab the headset and return it back to Button. Her eyes greeted with the brown piece she had grown to love and respect. Cream stared at it and took hold of her son's glorious piece. Suddenly Button took her by the hair and pushed Cream into his spread out lap. Without so much of a word or a hesitation, Cream opened wide and devoured that tasty snack. Rolling her lips and tongue slowly to "play along" with her son.
"Ah!..." The speakers spoke out curious of the noise on Button's end.
"Hey! What's that sound?" Cried the screen as Button rushed to his game settings to lower his mic sensitivity.
"Hey hey hey! It's-nnngggg! Nothing. Focus!" Button yelled back covering his microphone. Gripping his mother's hair and bouncing her loosely with a forceful shove and pull. Despite the perverted image playing before her, she knew that Button was still young. He needed to go out and be his own stallion. Button had much more to learn and who's to say he had to follow everything the world told him to do? That he too had to follow standards in grim depression? For Cream, just having him be happy was enough to make her life worthwhile. That no matter what happens, their small family of two would strive to succeed and would be just fine so long as they stuck together.