A grateful, young stallion gives his hard-working, loving mother the best day of her life. It's not until the end of the day, however, that the colt's hidden feelings for her will finally come to light.
Vanilla Sweet is a hard-working, loving mother that has always put her only son, Drizzle, first above all else. Drizzle's grateful to have such an amazing mother, and he'll show how much he appreciates her on her birthday, the same day as Mother's Day, while finally opening up the secrets he's kept from her for as long as he remembered. How will this unforgettable day turn out for the both of them?
A very belated Mother's Day special that's publishing now for MILF month. A first person, short clopfic story that contains anthro ponies and mother/son incest. If that's not your cup of tea, leave now. You have been warned. All characters are 18+ in present time.
“Ugh, that math test was exhausting,” Tank Top groaned with her face on the table. “Why am I even taking this class?”
“I’m surprised you’re doing your general math now instead of our first year,” Static Cling said while looking up from his textbook. “Why couldn’t you have gotten it finished during the first year to get it over with?”
“Because math sucks! I hardly even need this in my career field!”
“Well, there’s counting the calories you eat and burn off. That takes math,” Metal Frame pointed out while fixing his glasses. “Don’t worry though, we’re almost halfway through the term. After that, you won’t have to worry about it ever again.”
“Can’t either of you guys help me out with this? I’m not even sure if I did well on that test, and I don’t know if I can keep this up. Drizzle! You know how to keep calm in these situations. Give me something!”
I held up a finger while chewing part of my sandwich before swallowing. “If it’s math, I don’t think I can help you there. I don’t consider myself as a good tutor in that subject.”
This banter was pretty normal in our small circle. We’ve all stuck together through high school and agreed to attend the same community college to get a jumpstart on our careers soon afterwards. We were currently on our lunch, taking a break from our difficult courses of the Winter Term in our second year.
“Metal? Static?” Tank asked.
“I’m pretty booked.”
“Same,” they answered respectively. “What about Daisy Petals? She’s a teacher’s assistant in a high school math class, right?”
“I don’t want to mix schoolwork with our relationship. We barely have any spare time to go out these days, and I’d rather spend it with her.”
“At least you’re living together, right?” Static asked.
“Yeah, I’m thankful for that at least.”
“You’re lucky, you know,” Metal said. “Static and I don’t have a marefriend, you’ve been dating Daisy since last year, and Drizzle could get any mare he wants, yet somehow he’s still single.”
“Yeah, why is that? You were all popular with the mares in high school thanks to winning the swimming competitions for our team all those years, yet I’ve only seen you have one date with—”
“Psst! Dude! Check it out! Garnet’s coming this way!” Metal interrupted Static.
I looked up to my friend with a raised brow while I chewed my sandwich. I was going to swallow to say something before I was interrupted by a coquettish finger teasingly trailing across the skin/fur from my left to right shoulders.
“Hey guys~. What’s going on?” Garnet asked while taking the seat next to me.
“Oh, you know, just discussing boring stuff like math,” Metal answered while leaning back on his chair, desperately trying to look cool.
“And how much it sucks,” Tank added in.
“Oh I hear you. Statistics can be quite brutal at times in my case. What about you, Drizzle?”
“Eh. I think I pulled through all right,” I said with a shrug. “The toughest for me right now would be Chemistry.”
“You know, I could help you with your assignments if you want. I’m doing great with the class myself. I’m open this Sunday.”
“Sorry, I’ve got to work on that day.”
Garnet’s eyes widened a little and blinked a few. “Oh. Well, that’s fine. Another time then.”
Metal cleared his throat. “Actually, I’m—”
“Oh crap, I gotta get to my next class. I’ll see you guys later! Bye Drizzle!” Garnet exclaimed before dashing out of the cafeteria. Metal and I both groaned once she was out of sight.
“Why did you talk me into taking Garnet out to Senior Prom?” I asked him.
“I’m surprised you even tried to ask her out,” Tank said.
“I’m more surprised you’re not going out with her,” Metal said while pointing at me. “I mean come on! This is Garnet we’re talking about here! The hottest student that transferred from the Crystal Empire! I thought I did a good deed when I set you up with her!”
“And now she’s become the biggest stalker out of the many fans that bugged me from high school. I have to deal being with her in one or two classes each term because of you.” I slugged Metal on the arm.
“Ow! Okay, the stalking thing is creepy, I get it, but you gotta admit she’s hot. I mean did you not see that smokin’ hot body?”
“I’m not even going to answer that.”
“Still, how come you didn’t date anypony else? Are you shy? Or do you prefer colts?” Static asked.
“I was just really busy. I didn’t have any time for relationships.”
“Considering that you were on the high school swim team and working part-time, I don’t blame you,” Tank Top said. “You were also trying to help your mom out, right?”
“Yeah. I would’ve worked more hours, but she insisted that I focus more on my school life and apply for college. Swimming just happened to be the cheapest to pay fees and equipment for.”
“I just realized, isn’t Mother’s Day this Sunday?” Static asked.
“Yeah, that’s why I lied to Garnet about me working that day. It’s also Mom’s birthday, so I wanted to make this extra special for her.”
“Pft. Momma’s boy.”
“Shut up.” I slugged Metal again in the same spot.
The rest of the day went on like usual. I had to deal with Garnet’s flirting again during my last class before I went to the public pool to work as a lifeguard. I enjoyed swimming immensely and I excelled at it, so after I graduated, I moved from my previous job at a twenty-four hour diner to this one. It pays well and I usually stay a few extra hours after the pool closes for clean-up and preparing the water for the next day. The late shifts from the past month and a half were especially needed, because I had big plans to make Mom’s birthday and Mother’s day the best she ever had, and hopefully the rest of her days the happiest she’s ever been. I would need the extra money to make this possible.
It was late when I got home, but the lights were on. Odd. She’s usually in bed by now. I opened the door and walked inside. “Mom? Are you still up?”
“I’m in here, sweetie,” she answered in a depressed tone.
I looked in living room for my mom, Vanilla Sweet, and my eyes widened a little. She was sitting on the couch with a spoon in one hand and a large tub of chocolate chip mint ice cream on the other, wearing her most comfortable, form-fitting set of pajamas: a gray tank top of thin cotton material with pink trimmings that hugged around her large chest—not wearing a bra underneath considering her walnut-sized nipples poking through—and matching boxer briefs that looked more like thin booty shorts from the way they were riding up her underside to where I could see some of her cutie mark, depicting a top-view of a yellow cake with vanilla frosting shaped into a heart (I know this because I could see it on her shoulders as well). The attire covered her buttermilk colored fur that coated her curvy, cello-shaped body frame while her yellow and white mane and tail were a little damp from her recent shower.
Oh boy. When she’s like this, you know something’s bothering her. Better see what’s up before I get any funny ideas. I hung my jacket on the coat rack next to the front door before I took a seat next to Mom, who was watching The Trotting Dead. “Are you feeling all right, Mom?”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re in your comfort mode. You know as well as I do you don’t get into this unless you had a really bad day, or if we’re having our Late Movie Night. Last I checked, I don’t recall tonight being the latter.”
She sighed before she stabbed the spoon in the ice cream tub, set it aside, and leaned her head on my shoulder while her eyes were still on the screen. I could smell the faint scent of the strawberry shampoo she used on her mane. “I’m still trying to get over my last failed relationship.”
I furrowed my brow for a moment.
“I know you didn’t approve of him, but he was still very sweet. We had such good times together, too. I thought I was getting better moving on after we ended, but then I saw him happily dating another mare earlier today through the window at my shop.”
“If the two of you were happy, why did he break up with you?”
“He said it was because I wasn’t opening up to him enough, like I didn’t trust him. I don’t know why he’d think that, especially since we’ve only dated for two months. I thought I was starting to see a connection between us during that time, too.”
“… It’s not because of me, is it? I mean every time a stallion you’re seeing learns that you have a son, they soon break up with you or just stop seeing you at all.”
“Oh Drizzle, no.” Mom sat up, turned to me and laid a hand on my shoulder. “I would never blame you for something like that. If those stallions left because they don’t want to be a part of your life like I want them to, then it’s their loss for not wanting a son as amazing as you.” She smirked and emphasized her point by ruffling my mane.
“And those guys don’t know what they’re missing not having a beautiful, smart mare as their special somepony.” I sported a smirk of my own, before we shared a small chuckle.
“You’re so sweet.”
“Are you going to be all right for Sunday?”
“I’ll be fine. I don’t know what plans you have, but you didn’t have to go through all the trouble to prepare it all for me.”
“Pft. How could I not? It’s Mother’s Day and your birthday Sunday. I gotta go all out to show how much of an awesome mom you are in my life.”
“Don’t remind me. You attending your second year in college is bad enough to make me see how old I’m getting.”
“Hey, you still look young. You’d be surprised how many guys from the high school swim team say how hot you looked before I told them you were my mom, and compared from how you looked back then and how you look now? I don’t think you’ve changed that much.”
“Gee, that makes me feel so much better.” She rolled her eyes with a smile. “All right, now you get cleaned up and get to bed. You got class in the morning still, right?”
“Yeah yeah, I know. Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll manage.”
“All right then.” We got up from the couch, hugged, and I gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “Take it easy, Mom. I love you.”
“Good night, sweetie. I love you, too.”
I went to my room to get my change of clothes before going into one of the two bathrooms in our small home. I stripped down and looked at my bare form, marveling at the lean, whitish-blue body with a washboard stomach, a nice benefit from all of my time spent swimming. I flexed and showed off my muscles a little, along with my cutie mark of a cobalt blue butterfly with droplets of water around it—which signified my grace and form in the water as well as my best swimming style—before I ran a hand through my short yellow and purple mane. I looked down to the semi-erection that I had been trying to avoid pitching in front of my mom, I wrapped my hand around it and sighed.
“You went through so much to take care of me, Mom,” I muttered to myself. “If those lame exes wouldn’t do it, then I’ll do my best to make you the happiest mare in Equestria like you deserve to be. Just you wait and see.”
I groaned as the alarm woke me up. I turned it off with the time reading 6:30 a.m., sat up, and yawned before I wiped my eyes. I looked over to the calendar above that and squinted my eyes, then opening them wide when I saw what day was furiously circled and not marked with an ‘X’ like all the ones before it.
“It’s go time,” I said to myself before I lightly slapped my cheeks, hopped off my bed, and did my morning ritual exercises to wake me up—something that I built into a habit during my time in the swimming team. Once that was done, I did a quick clean up in the bathroom and changed my clothes. Instead of the usual briefs, I slipped on my swimming speedo before my jeans. It may sound stupid, but they always gave me some kind of confidence and risk-taking boost before I get in my races, and with what I had planned for today, I needed as much of that as I could get. I then went to the kitchen to start making breakfast. I was letting the haybrowns cook in the oven while I started cooking blueberry pancakes, when I heard hoofsteps and a yawn.
“Morning, Drizzle,” Mom said while wiping her eyes. I turned to see her mane was in a bed head while her tail was frayed. Unlike the couple nights ago, she was currently wearing a pink button-up shirt—with a few buttons open from the collar down to reveal a decently sized cleavage, her shirt straining as it made an effort to not let her breasts and curvy figure rip it apart—and matching silk pants as her pajamas.
I smiled at the pretty sight. “Morning, Mom. Happy Birthday/Mother’s Day. I’m making your favorite for breakfast.” I turned back to the stove to flip the first plate-sized blueberry pancake for Mom’s stack, revealing a light brown disk of warm dough with bluish-purple dots scattered in it as the other side was cooking.
I suddenly felt weight on one of my shoulders and something soft pressing against my back as I saw Mom coming in my peripheral vision. She leaned over and took a good whiff of the food with a smile. “Hmm~, smells good, sweetie. When did you start cooking so well?”
“Well I did learn from the best. Now take a seat and relax. I’ll have it ready in a moment. What do you want to drink?”
“Grape juice, please.”
“Coming right up.”
After a couple of minutes, breakfast was served: two large blueberry pancakes with matching syrup and melted butter for each of us—I was creative of Mom’s setting the blueberries into a heart shape for one of hers—a batch of crispy haybrowns and scrambled eggs for us to share. I watched Mom take the first bite out of her pancakes before she moaned in content.
“Drizzle, this is so good. You’ve outdone yourself.”
I sighed a breath I was holding as my tensions loosened. “Thanks, Mom. I’m glad you like it.” We then took a moment to get started on our breakfast before Mom spoke again.
“So, what plans do you have for me today?”
“I’ve made a few appointments for us to do later, but this day is all about you. So whatever you want to do before that, I’ll come along every step of the way. Going to the movies, shopping, a swim in the pool, you name it, and I’ll pay for it. Don’t think about objecting to paying for part of it, either. I won’t even let you lift a finger to pick up a bit.”
“Goodness, sweetie, are you sure? I mean I really don’t mind—”
“I’m positive. You’ve been working hard, and it’s time for you to take a day to relax, even if it’s just for a little bit.”
“Well … all right, but if you’re short, don’t hesitate to ask for some spare change. I’ll have my purse with me.”
“Whatever makes you feel better. Now what do you want to do first?”
“Since you brought it up, a morning swim sounds like a wonderful idea. A dip in their hot tub would be nice, too, but I need to get a new swimsuit first. That old thing is starting to get worn out.”
“Awesome! We’ll stop by a shop for swimsuits before we head over, then.”
Once we finished breakfast, Mom took some time cleaning up and getting dressed before we head out for the day at 8:00. We took a detour through the park since the first shop didn’t open until 8:30, letting me marvel at her light blue sundress that matched her eyes while I carried the necessities for our pool outing.
It’s kind of funny how I got so attracted to her. I knew how much of a taboo it was to be involved with incest, which I admit had me a little freaked out at first, but at the same time, it made sense for why I wasn’t into dating mares closer to my age that my friends questioned me so much on.
Going through puberty, I was one of those hormonally challenged colts who were into real mares. I wasn’t into fillies around my age when they were all giggly and ditzy over nothing, or even as some lame way to get a colt’s attention when the majority of us may not be observant enough to know they were hitting on us. I guess with how I was infatuated with older mares being so mature, experienced, and intelligent to have some understanding of what the younger ponies have gone through, it made me want to follow their example so I could grow up faster and grab their attention in any way. I think it was when I was more serious of my schooling to receive praise from my hot science teacher that I noticed more fillies were being friendly with me than what I was used to, which was quickly getting a little bothersome. Tank Top was probably the only filly I was comfortable having around solely because she wasn’t into colts, and she had her own problems with them at the time, too. Nopony knew that for a while, though, so that gave us the advantage looking like we were dating every time we walked through the halls as a pair, and I couldn’t be more grateful of her helping me out like that.
Around that same time, I wasn’t attracted to Mom and merely loved her like almost any son would to their own mother. We lived in a small home going through rough times, even though I wasn’t aware of it. I knew she worked very hard and somehow looked younger than most moms I’ve seen with other kids, but that aside, I thought it was something any family could have been into. There were two instances around this time that I got pummeled with a reality check that made me question my own existence.
The first was in one parent-teacher conference when Mom was talking to one of the instructors while I left for the bathroom. While I was on my way back, I overheard a few moms of other students talking about my own, mostly bad stuff about her since she was a younger parent than others. They even pitied me for having her as a parent, and I didn’t know why they would. I didn’t feel good after hearing that, but when my Mom came back and showed her love for how proud she was of my progress in school, I pushed those bad feelings aside and smiled for her so she wouldn’t worry.
It was the second instance, however, that hit me hard enough that I wasn’t sure what to do with myself anymore, and it was from one of the unlikeliest of places one could imagine: my grandparents’ home. I’ve heard from other kids how much fun they had with their own grandparents and how awesome they were, I didn’t even know I had my own until Mom told me that we were going on a trip one weekend. I was so excited to see Mom’s own parents, to see how amazing they could be to raise her into the best Mom I knew. What I was met with was something I never thought I’d expect out of anypony I had seen so far.
When I first met them, they didn’t greet me with smiles that added more wrinkles to their faces, or squeeze my cheeks and said “you’re just the cutest wittle thing I’ve ever seen.” No, when they locked eyes with mine, their eyes narrowed and had a steely quality to them, like I was a bug they were tempted to squash, but ignore because I was that insignificant. I felt like I was watching the floor the rest of my stay there because I didn’t want to risk seeing those faces again.
Despite that though, Mom didn’t falter. She powered through the tensions with a smile and bragged how amazing of a son I was, from schoolwork to how fast I learned how to swim. It warmed me up a little hearing how proud she was of me, but hearing her own parents’ grunts as responses didn’t make it any better. Dinner was awkward as I only had my face down the entire time. They asked me a few questions about myself, faking their curiosity to know more of who I was—and did a poor job at it—while I just gave small, quiet answers.
It was raining later that night as I was getting ready for bed that I overheard something I shouldn’t have again. The door to my grandparents’ bedroom was rather thin, so hearing what they said wasn’t much of a challenge. They talked about Mom like the other mothers did before, except with more legit details since they knew her best. “Where did we go wrong?” “What did she see in his poor excuse of a father?” “Why didn’t she finish school?” “Why did she even keep him?” These questions they spoke of kept bouncing around in my head as they kept complaining about their own daughters ‘failures,’ and I had heard enough. I wanted to get as far away from that house as possible. So I quickly changed into some new clothes, slipped on my jacket, and snuck out into the rain with no idea where I was going.
I stumbled upon a park after Celestia knows how long I’ve walked with so many thoughts in my mind, mostly of what might happen if I was never born. Maybe she’d have a better life, finish her education, get along with her parents better, or even living in a better home than where we were staying. I seemed to be the main cause of all of Mom’s hardships, and it wasn’t until then that I realized how much she had went through because of me. The rain stopped by the time I took a seat on one of the swings and stared at my distorted reflection in a puddle. I didn’t care how cold I was getting. It wasn’t until I heard a familiar voice calling my name I that I resumed being aware of my surroundings.
“Drizzle?! Drizzle?! Where are you, Drizzle?!”
I turned my head a little at the source to see a small figure in the distance. I didn’t know how much time had passed, but one moment I was numb and heavy, and the next I was held in something warm and tight while I heard loud sobs.
“Drizzle, don’t you ever make me scared like that again! Do you even know how worried I was about you? What would I do if I never found you?”
My vision cleared for a moment and I saw Mom squatting eye level with me and her face in a mess of tears and water from the rain. I didn’t seem to be looking at her, mostly through her, like she somehow wasn’t there, and I just spoke what was going through my head that night in a monotone voice: “Should I have never been born?”
Mom’s puffy eyes widened. “Drizzle, why would you say that?”
“If I wasn’t born, Mom wouldn’t be badmouthed so much by everypony. Grandma and Grandpa wouldn’t be so mean to her, she’d be able to live in a better home with a good husband, and she would have been able to finish her education. I’m making Mom live a miserable life just being here, and I don’t … I don’t want that for her.” My vision was getting blurry again as I felt something wet coming down my cheeks even though it wasn’t raining.
“Drizzle, look at me.” Mom put both her hands on my face and wiped the wetness away while some more of her own were coming out of her own eyes. “I know I made some mistakes I can’t take back. Some of them are choices that I still regret making, but if there’s one thing I’ll never feel that way out of all of that, it’s bringing you into this world, Drizzle. I made the decision to keep you in my life, and the moment I became your mother and saw your smile for the very first time was the best thing that ever happened to me. Yeah, I may have gone through some rough hardships, including what happened today, but having you here is more helpful to me than you ever realize. I couldn’t be more grateful for having a wonderful pony like you as my son, so don’t you ever dare say that not having you in my life would be better for me. I love you so much, Drizzle, and there’s nothing that nopony, not even your own grandparents can do that will make me think otherwise.”
It was then that I really saw Mom right in front of me and I felt a wet warmth welling up as my tears spilled over while my lips quivered. I sobbed on her shoulder and hugged her tight while she returned the gesture. I apologized so many times while she kept saying, ‘it’s okay’ repeatedly.
Once we both calmed down, we went back to my grandparents’ house to quickly have our things packed and leave while they were still sleeping, but not before Mom left a crude letter with a doodle of a hand flipping the bird. It was so hard keeping myself from laughing until we left. That was the last time we’ve ever been in that house, and we didn’t keep in contact with them since. After we left that night, we went to a late-night diner for some pancakes as comfort food, checked in the nearest motel, and had our first of many Late Movie Nights watching a comedy. We were closer than ever that night, and it was from then on that I made more of an effort to help Mom around the house, along with finances when I was old enough to work no matter how much she said I didn’t have to. Since I knew from there how much Mom worked to keep us stable, I figured it was time I carried some of her weight so she didn’t feel like she had to take it all alone anymore.
I still loved her as a mother at that time, though. No, it wasn’t until when she started seeing other stallions that I stumbled across something I probably shouldn’t have seen. I saw Mom in the middle of putting on her dress for her first date since my Dad (for as far as I’ve known, anyway) through the crack of her door, which caused my heart to race at the sight. I didn’t realize until then how she was such a truly beautiful, attractive mare, and I wasn’t sure if I was considered lucky or not that she was my very own mother. My subconscious seemed to automatically take in every detail, every curve of her being before I realized what I was doing and ran out. I could still remember how close she was to being bare that night to this day.
I kind of panicked at first. “How could I see my Mom that way?” “Is this normal?” “Am I a bigger freak than I realize?” These and more questions kept going through my head as I tried to calm myself down in my room. The next few weeks after that night my questioning for myself of why I was feeling that way was going on and off, my schoolwork keeping enough of a distraction from bigger problems. It wasn’t until after Mom came home crying one night that the answer came to me. The stallion she was seeing since Dad turned out to be a two-timer, and she had learned that fact the hard way. I wanted to punch that bastard in the jaw for making Mom cry, and as I comforted her, I understood why I felt the way I did for her when I gave her one good look.
I loved my mom so much, being the hard-working, smart, beautiful, and compassionate pony she is. I wanted to make her as happy as I was for all that she’s done, maybe even more than that. It was why I did my part to take care of the house and finances. Seeing Mom all dolled up just gave me a new perspective of her, not just as a mother, but as a mare, like how I had for the hot teachers back at school, but so much more than that. I knew she wouldn’t take me right there, though. I mean I was her only son, and young at that. I wasn’t enough of a stallion yet to take care of her and make her happy like the others couldn’t. That was when I made a promise to myself that if she didn’t find her special somepony to make her happy by the time I was enough of an adult, I would try to take that spot myself. She deserved the best stallion, and I wanted to be the one, but if she turned me down, then so be it. Even if I couldn’t love her as a mare, I’d always love her as a mother, and I was perfectly okay with that.
“Ohh, what should I even pick?” Mom’s question brought me back from memory lane as I blinked a few times.
“Which ones?” I asked, feeling a little drowsy before I wiped my eyes.
“Well, these three.” She held up two sets of bikinis in one hand—one string tied and minimal in material while the other had high waist bottoms and having much of her top covered—while the other held a one piece. “All of these make me self-conscious in different ways that I’d rather not be reminded of.”
Sweet Celestia, if she chose one of the two with more to cover, it would be a travesty! An insult to swimwear everywhere! I gotta convince her to take the one with the strings … for reasons. “Pft. What are you talking about? I’d think it’s pretty obvious which one you’d pick.”
“Which one?”
“The string tied one.”
“What? Drizzle, you can’t be serious.”
“Come on, what’s the problem? You’re still in great shape for a baker, you still look young, and good-looking. Why don’t you at least try it and see what you think?”
“Are you sure about that? Won’t you be embarrassed if I wore something like this?
“Come on, we’ve been to the pool plenty of times, almost everypony knows you as much as they know me, and I work there. You gotta show that you’re confident enough to take that body of yours and show it off. If you’re truly confident with your figure, then this is the swimsuit that you should choose.”
“I don’t know …”
“Just try it on. For me? Please?” I quivered my lips and attempted to make the best puppy dog eyes I could muster.
“Oh no, don’t give me that look. Fine, I’ll try it on.”
Yes! Still got it! Now to pray for the best.
Did I mention how much I tried to take Mom out for a pool outing almost every chance we could get? Would you blame me if you saw how hot she looked in a bikini?
The moment she walked out of the changing room with a smile on her face, my prayers were answered. I bought the bikini at the checkout along with an accessory that she wanted out of self-consciousness, which I could somewhat understand. Imagining Mom with it on actually made her more appealing. I then put them in the bag before we made our way to the pool.
“I knew you’d like the swimsuit,” I said before smirking.
“It was … okay. Just don’t be surprised when you see me in it. You asked for it.”
“I’m sure you’ll look great.”
We arrived at the pool a couple minutes later. I said hi to one of my coworkers at the front desk while paying for our entry fee, which was reduced since I worked there. Mom and I went into separate locker rooms to change. I put on my swim trunks in place of the speedo as I’d rather not attract too much attention with the latter on. I think I’d only wear them if I was swimming laps. After I took a quick rinse in the showers, I stepped out to the pool area and took my first whiff of the fresh chlorine in the waters. Whether the water was from the pool, or the ocean during our few trips to the beach, I just seemed to be in my element, my flow, ready to swim a hundred laps if asked to do so. I was setting up our spots in a few of the many lounge chairs around the pool before a familiar voice turned my blood cold.
“Oh Drizzle! What a surprise!”
Oh goddesses, no. I turned to the voice and what I saw confirmed my fears. Garnet was coming my way in a bikini that you’d probably see in Maretoria’s Secret: Black with mostly strings and only a few pieces of cloth over her most concerning areas to make her look somewhat decent. Add into her special crimson fur along with the two-toned sapphire mane and tail that seemed to sheen under the sun’s rays—a trait that only crystal ponies would have in their genetics—she’d probably make for a literal trophy wife, just not mine. Frankly, the bikini top didn’t accentuate her chest much since it was probably between a B and C cup size, but if you looked to her hips, I could see the obviously hungry stares of other stallions as well as some of their partners’ glares of envy aiming directly at her behind as she passed them by. Garnet was probably using her tail to cover it, but if her fabric from the front was small, I could very well bet her bottoms worked more like a thong than your regular swimwear.
“I was stopping by for some sun-bathing and totally forgot you were working today! Isn’t that just funny?”
Forgot, yeah, probably not the same kind where I didn’t account you being here when I lied about working today. “Uh, yeah, and what’s also kind of funny is that I just found out I didn’t have work today, so I thought I’d take a casual swim while hanging with my mom.”
“Aw, how sweet, but it’s too bad you didn’t come in with your speedo. You’d make quite the catch~.”
“Ahem.”
I flinched at the sudden grunt before I turned to the source. My nervousness and awkwardness aside, I was astounded by the bikini Mom was wearing. She had a violet string-tied bikini set where her top has just the right amount of cloth and support for her melons, pressed together and accentuating her cleavage while her arms were crossed. Her bottoms were covered by the transparent, cerulean colored skirt accessory that reached to the middle of her thighs. I could see through them enough to see the purple cloth underneath that was more modest than Garnet’s, yet was still able to show off the hips that bore into me and seemed to crush my stalker’s by comparison.
Sweet Celestia. If I wasn’t so nervous right now I’d thank the heavens above many times for allowing me to see this glorious sight. “Mom! You remember Garnet, my date from senior prom in high school, right?” I asked in the most pleasant way possible before giving a sheepish grin.
“A pleasure to meet you again, Ms. Sweet, and Happy Mother’s Day! I attend some of the classes your handsome son is in at the college.”
“So I’ve been told,” Mom said in monotone with a furrowed brow. Initially when Mom first met Garnet, she seemed a bit skeptical with us going out before she sent us off to prom. After I told her how crummy my evening was that night went as well as how annoying she was getting on college campus, she said she figured Garnet would give up eventually if I don’t show interest like the others she’s seen swooning over me. I think this was the first time I’ve seen her so confrontational with another mare around my age, even if Garnet didn’t see it herself.
“May I just say how cute that swimsuit is on you? That skirt matches with your eyes so well!”
“Thank you. My son actually just bought this for me today as a gift.”
“How lovely! Well, I wouldn’t want to intrude on your mother-son time, but before I go, I’m in need of help from somepony to apply lotion on my back. Drizzle! Maybe you could—”
“Oh yes, that is quite an issue, isn’t it?” Mom interrupted. “Not to worry though, Garnet, I’ll be more than happy to lend a hand. Drizzle, be a sweetie and lay a towel down for our friend here, would you?”
“Uh, sure?” With a raised brow, I set the pool bag down, adjusted one of the lounge chairs to be flat, and pulled one of the towels out to set on the makeshift platform.
“Garnet, make yourself comfortable, and I’ll take care of the rest.”
Garnet stood there and blinked a few times before plastering a smile. “Sure thing, Ms. Sweet!” She then laid herself on her stomach, on top of the towel that was draped over the lounge chair. She moved her hands down and—yep, that bottom was definitely more like a thong. She even moved her tail aside to give me a view. Not only did whatever cloth or string was left got swallowed in the deep valley of her ass, but she actually pulled her bottom up and made itself look tighter on her, and if I wasn’t mistaken, I think I even heard Garnet mix a grunt with a sexual moan while doing it. After that, she reached behind her and loosened the knot of her top painstakingly slowly before the strings fell and draped over the sides of the chair, showing a preview of what was underneath, pressed against the towel.
Yep, she’s trying too hard by this point to where it’s becoming a lost cause. I almost feel bad for her.
“Okay, I’m ready whenever you are!” Garnet snuggled herself on the chair, whether out of comfort or intentionally jiggling her ass cheeks, I wasn’t too sure, though probably the latter.
“Don’t worry, Garnet, I’ll be very thorough in applying your lotion. It will be just like kneading dough at my bakery.” A smile slowly grew on her muzzle as she popped her knuckles before squirting a dollop of lotion on one of her hands.
My stomach dropped and all the hairs on my body stood on end at the sight. Oh no, I know this look. That’s her eager face when she’s about to knead fresh dough. Mom makes the tastiest of bread because of how rough she can be with it at its early stages, and it only gets tastier if she’s doing it while in a pissed-off mood. I’ve never seen Mom using this on another pony, and I can only guess how really pissed off she is right now to make Garnet suffer through it.
Mom rubbed the lotion between her hands before she got to work, making Garnet shiver.
“Ooh! That’s cold. Oh my, this is certainly—” she was suddenly interrupted by loud pops coming right out of her back as Mom rolled one of her fists upward. “A-Aah! Hey! Watch the—OW! Try to be gentle—Gack! I’m sensitive there!” Garnet’s cries of pain continued as I heard more of her bones popping in and out of place from Mom’s furious dough kneading technique on her back. All I could do was watch and flinch in horror at the torture taking place in front of me. This was probably the first I’ve really pitied a mare like Garnet getting herself into this, and I don’t think I would wish that kind of fate for any other fans of mine from high school.
After finally three minutes, Mom stopped and sighed while rolling her shoulders “Whew! I think that should do it,” she said with a content smile.
Garnet shakily tied her top back on before getting to her hooves, having trouble keeping her balance as well as the posture she had when she came to me earlier. “Th-Thank you, Ms. Sweet.”
“No problem at all. Now you go get some sunshine and enjoy yourself.” Mom then sent Garnet off with a powerful spank on one of her cheeks, making her jump and yelp in surprise before she slowly walked away and comforting the spot she was smacked on.
Fight on, Garnet. You’ll recover in time.
“Oh Drizzle~. It’s your turn~.”
Even under the warm sun’s rays, my body ran completely cold. I dared to not look at the face Mom was making as I wasn’t sure what she was truly feeling at this moment, or what she was planning to do with me. I did know that I couldn’t argue, and whatever shit I got myself in, I’d only make it worse for myself if I refused even if everything so far wasn’t in my control. “Y-Yes, Mom.”
I took the spot Garnet was occupying earlier, still warm, but did little to heat up the cold that was running through me. I heard Mom’s hands rubbing together with a new dollop of lotion, and I closed my eyes tightly, bracing myself for the inevitable.
The cold touch lingered under my fur first, and then … Wait, this is really soothing.
“Goodness, Drizzle. How are you still able to move with all of these knots?” Mom asked as she firmly pressed and spread out the muscle tensions in my body, and oh goddesses did it feel amazing. It wasn’t long before I became putty in her hands.
I sighed contently. “I don’t know. Maybe I was fit enough to ignore it?”
“That simply won’t do. You may have a swimmer’s body, but it can only take so much stress like any other pony’s, no matter how fit this back is.”
“Well however you’re doing that with those hands, I’ve never felt so relaxed before. I wouldn’t mind being like this for the rest of the day.”
Mom giggled. “A good friend of mine gave me some pointers while she was in massage therapy classes. When I tried it out on her, she said my hands were like magic, finding those knots on touch alone. You could say I was extra mindful of those when I helped Garnet earlier.”
I raised a brow at that. “Don’t you think that was a bit much? I mean she’s annoying, but I’m not sure if she deserved that.”
“You know as well as I do that you aren’t on good terms with her, and I may have gone a bit far on that, but I just wanted to be sure she’d give us some space. She may feel sore for a while, but she’ll be fine.”
“If you say so. For now, though, I think it’s time I return the favor and apply some lotion on your back.”
“Oh! Yes, excuse me. Lost track of time there and your back’s plenty ready.”
I got off the flattened lounge chair and gestured Mom to my spot. Mom laid herself down on her stomach and nonchalantly pulled one of the strings on her back to undo the knot, letting her bikini top fall to her sides. Frankly, I didn’t expect her to be so casual about it with a content smile on her face as she moved her mane to the side. Seeing how her breasts were practically pushing her up with no top to obstruct the view, along with her ass being a little perched up … No penis! No. You are not going to pop up right now in public.
I shook my head a little, grabbed the bottle that was sitting to the side, and squeezed a cold dollop before rubbing it into my hands. Once that was done, I started spreading the lotion over Mom’s back. She shivered at the cold touch at first, but then sighed contently as I continued. I noticed how there were some of her own knots in her back as I applied the lotion, so I tried to spread those out along the process, making her hum in delight.
She’s just as stunning from behind as she is from the front. There are hardly any flabs of fat on her figure at all, probably just the right amount in her curves, especially around—
“Oh! Drizzle! Watch the hands!”
I stopped and looked at where my hands are, which were at Mom’s sides, near the rib cages where … “Oh shit! Sorry!” I quickly pulled my hands back and shook them. “Uh, I think you’re good to go. I’m going for a quick dip.” I fast walked to one of the swimming lanes in the pool and hopped into the water with a big splash. When my head reached back up the surface, half of it was still in the water as I cursed my stupidity that formed into bubbles while I let the water cool me down
I then took the next couple of minutes casually swimming some laps freestyle while I tried to make out how I’d apologize to Mom. I thought back on that moment where even though she was still lying on her stomach, I was still able to cop a feel at her sides. They were sort of like the dough Mom kneads at her bakery when making bread: Firm, yet still soft and malleable to let the fingers sink for only a little. I cursed at myself for not touching her under the right circumstances; I needed to keep myself in control for tonight.
After about six laps in half of the Equestrian Games-sized pool, it was time I stepped out and faced the music. When I arrived at our spots dripping wet, there was a folded towel along with a cold bottle of water on a lounge chair next to Mom, who had a look of concern with her ears folded.
“Are you feeling all right?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I took the seat next to her and started drying myself off. “Sorry about earlier. I think I was in a daze.”
Her eyes widened a little before she chuckled a little. “Is that what you were worried about?”
I gave a small nod.
“I’m not mad, sweetie. I was just surprised, and more so that you walked off so abruptly like that afterwards.”
“I was just … scared. Scared that I did something wrong and I had to calm down in the pool.”
“It’s okay, Drizzle. I know you didn’t mean it.” She then ruffled my hair with a warm smile on her face. “Honestly, I didn’t think you’d be so flustered. Having so many fillies following you around, I thought you’d be over that by now.”
My cheeks warmed up a little while I averted my gaze. “I didn’t see any of them, though. I’ve never … touched a filly like that before.”
The noises from splashing waters and kids playing around were overpowering the moment of silence between us while I scratched the back of my head.
“You never went out with any of them?” Mom asked.
“No.”
“Not once?”
“The very first and last date I ever had was with Garnet to Senior Prom, and Metal Frame practically forced me to go out with her. We slow danced, but I watched where my hands went, which were the closest thing to me first touching a filly. We didn’t … have sex or anything close to it after that.”
“… Did you even kiss her?”
“Nope. I’m pretty much a super virgin.” I glanced back to Mom who had a hand covering her muzzle while her eyes were widened. “Is that bad?”
“No no! Not at all! You’re just saving yourself to somepony really special, right?”
I nodded.
“And there’s nothing wrong with that. Saving yourself for that special somepony is a wonderful thing. Frankly, I wished I’d given myself more time before I dated your father.”
“What was he even like?”
“Well, he was sort of like you. You may have inherited your talent for swimming from him, along with your charms. I thought I was the luckiest filly in the world having somepony so popular and handsome ask me out, especially since I skipped a grade and was practically a foal compared to everypony else.” She looked down to the ground with a small smile while a hand rested on her bosom. “It’s funny how you think you know your feelings for somepony until you see a different side to them.”
“What happened?” I was afraid to ask, even though I had some idea of what it was.
“He became a coward when he found out about you. Sometime after I told him the news, he was already seeing another mare, and we’d dated for at least a year before then. Funny enough, his parents were actually nicer than my own, and I came to good terms with them. So after I told them what I found out, we sat your father down for a talk, he basically said he didn’t want anything to do with me anymore, and left me crying. I’m not sure if you’ve already heard from your grandparents about what happened when I talked to them about my pregnancy, but I think you already know how they reacted.
“Anyway, your grandparents from your father’s side and the families of the closest friends of mine were the only support I had to help make your birth a healthy one. Your father provided child care support out of his own pockets under his parents’ orders, but I rarely spoke another word to him since that night.”
“So what happened to my dad’s parents? If they were as nice as you say, it would make more sense if I got to meet them first before yours.”
“Sadly, they passed on. His mom had a weak heart and died from its failure while her husband got alcohol poisoning from the depression following after that. Your father moved into another home outside of town with one of his relatives after their funeral, which was the last time I ever spoke to him. You may not remember them, but they were so happy to see you as a foal. You’d love them if they were still here today.”
“They sound awesome.”
“Anyway, we went off to a big tangent. As I said before, there’s nothing wrong with saving yourself until you’re with somepony special. Just promise me that when you do find somepony, you’ll introduce her to me and hopefully we’ll start on the right hoof. Unlike Garnet over there,” she said as she turned her head.
I followed her direction to see Garnet’s friends desperately trying to fix her back, but with little success.
“Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind.” Though if tonight goes well, that may not be necessary. I looked over to Mom who was still watching Garnet and skimmed over her form. Through all the confusion, I almost forgot what I was going to say. “That swimsuit looks amazing on you, Mom.”
She turned to me with slightly widened eyes before a smile formed on her muzzle. “Thank you, sweetie.”
We spent the next few hours at the pool doing laps, sunbathing, and chatting while taking a soak in the pool’s hot tub. It wasn’t until our stomachs started grumbling that it was time for us to leave and grab lunch. Once we showered and changed, we went back to the house to drop off our pool bag before walking over to our favorite pizza place for lunch. We made our order, grabbed our drinks, the parmesan and red pepper, and took a seat at one of the vacant tables.
“So we’re still going wherever I want, today?” Mom asked.
“Until the appointments later on, yes.”
“And you’re sure you still want to pay for all of that?”
“Yep.”
“Well what do you say after lunch we go to the movies?”
“Perfect. That should be just enough time before we need to get to those appointments.”
“Can’t you just give me a hint on what these appointments are?”
“Nope, they’re all part of a big surprise. You’ll love them, though. I guarantee it.”
“I just hope they aren’t too expensive.”
“Don’t worry about that. I’ve got it all covered.”
Mom probably planned ahead of going to the movie since we only had a small pizza, which was okay as we were going to share a large popcorn and drink inside the theater. Call me gross, but part of why I loved going to the movie theater with Mom was the fact that we shared the soda. It’s the little things like this that tells some ponies how close some family members are. If you’re really weird like me, you might also get some kick out of it when you’re older.
We ended up watching an action movie about superheroes going against each other for their own ideals of justice and righteousness—from what Mom told me, she was kind of a geek back in middle school, and it was sort of cute that she still had that in her.
When the movie was done, it was time I set my plan into action. “All right, Mom, we’re at a good point to make our first appointment of the evening. The ‘Drizzle’s Super Special Preparations for the Best Night to Mother’s Day/Birthday Ever’ plan, if you will, but with a working title.”
Mom giggled as we walked. “It sounds quite big. I can’t wait to see what you have in store.”
“Now I’d like to think this first part of the evening is the most important. For the hardest working, smartest, and kindest mom, you will have a chance to receive what may be the best treatment in Equestria to help you relax as well as make you feel and look great. For the first phase of your evening, I give you …” We came to a stop in front of a building that I gestured towards like a salespony. “A deluxe treatment at Trottingham’s own Beautiful Diamond Salon!”
Mom looked up with widened eyes and jaws agape. “A d-d-deluxe … treatment at this salon?! Drizzle, I don’t—”
“Well come on, Mom, we have an appointment to attend with your name on it,” I interrupted as I held her hand and dragged her inside.
“Good afternoon, and welcome to our salon. Do you have an appointment?” a mare at the front desk greeted with a formal, but delighted tone.
“Yes, an appointment for my beautiful mom, Vanilla Sweet, the deluxe treatment with the Mother’s Day discount?” I leaned over to Mom’s ear and whispered, “I got an awesome deal reserving this spot for today.”
“Ah yes, we’ve been expecting you. Our deluxe treatment includes a manicure, hooficure, arm, leg, and facial massage, our special recipe for the avocado mask peeling, and mane styling. Will that be all right with you, miss?”
Mom was flabbergasted and was speaking in gibberish.
“I think I heard a yes,” I answered for her.
“Very well. Ladies, some assistance, please.” The attendant clapped her hands twice before a pair of salon employees took their places at Mom’s sides and held her hands.
“If you’ll come this way, please, Miss.”
“We’ll be serving you for today.” They then escorted Mom to the back while she was still stiff as a statue and speaking gibberish.
“Have fun, Mom!” I called to the departing figure of my beloved mother before turning to address the front desk clerk. “You said this will take about an hour, right?”
“That is correct.”
“Great! That’s plenty enough time to prepare. I’ll be back with the money as well.”
The attendant nodded and gave a small bow before I headed out and started my own preparations. I went directly back to our house to take a calm, relaxing shower. After that, I styled my mane with some pomade and grabbed a few large pouches that I set aside just for tonight, one of them to pay for Mom’s deluxe treatment. I then went to a shop I would take Mom to later to change into a formal suit that the owner prepared for me, one that included a purple tie. I reminded the owner I’d come back with Mom soon.
I walked back to the salon and took my sweet time while I went over my plans for the evening the umpteenth time. While the shower calmed me down, I was steadily growing nervous as the day went on. It wasn’t much at the beginning, but it wasn’t until after I left Mom at the salon that the anxiety was starting to take root. What I was mostly worried about was how she’d react once I told her my feelings by the end of the night. Even if things wouldn’t turn out the way I hoped, I still wanted her to have the best day she ever had, with the best-case scenario of us still loving each other as mother and son if she turned me down. Even then, that pinnacle could either take us to someplace unexpected or end the night on a bad note, and it was the latter that was keeping me on the tips of my hooves.
As I was approaching the salon, the one voice I didn’t want to hear again today called me.
“Drizzle! Wait!”
Fuck, seriously? What does she want this time? I turned to see Garnet again, jogging at a steady pace with an arm behind her back, probably trying to lighten the soreness that Mom brought on her earlier.
She came to a stop once she got close enough and leaned on her knees while she tried to catch her breath. After that, I was met with one of Garnet’s rarest instances: not hiding behind that smile and showing frustration instead. “Drizzle, I’ve had enough of this! It’s driving me crazy!”
Uh, shouldn’t I be the one saying that? “What do you mean?”
“I mean this whole playing hard to get bullshit! I’ve been trying so hard to get your attention since the first time I met you, and the one time I thought you gave me the one chance you didn’t give to any other filly, it was right back to freakin’ square one! Are you seriously that freaking dense to not get any of my advances?!”
I furrowed my brow. “You mean your attempts to seduce me? Garnet, how long do you think I have put up with all those fillies acting cute and getting giggly every time they’re near me? I probably wouldn’t be talking to you about this if I didn’t think they weren’t the slightest bit interested in me. I’d turn them down, but I didn’t know how to do it without hurting their feelings.”
“W-What, you … What about Senior Prom?! The few slow dances we had, even the one after we were crowned Prom King and Queen?!”
“You can blame Metal Frame for that one. He practically begged me to take you out that night.”
Garnet’s eye started to twitch a little. “And you … didn’t feel anything from any of that?!”
“Nope.”
“What about that suit you’re wearing?! Are you picking up a date?!”
“I’m preparing to take my mom out to a good dinner.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?! Why did you not take any of those fillies’ advances? Why didn’t you take me out again?! Why—?!”
“I’m in love with somepony else!” That answer probably could have gone better, but I was starting to get sick of Garnet antagonizing me. Thankfully, that message seemed to have gotten through to her as she stood quiet for the first time in the last few minutes.
“Y-You’re … in love with somepony—”
“Yes, Garnet. There’s a mare that has caught my eye, and it’s not you, or any of those fillies you talked about from high school.”
“Who is it? I-Is it Tank Top? W-Was she bisexual this whole time? Oh Goddess, please tell me you don’t swing the other way.”
“No. Tank Top’s one of my closest friends, but she’s very much into mares as far as I’ve known her, and I’m straight as an arrow.” I set a clenched fist to my chest as I stared directly into Garnet’s eyes. “The reason why you haven’t seen me with the filly I love is because I wasn’t ready for her yet. This filly is very special and too good for me, and I vowed to myself that I wouldn’t ask her out until I became enough of a dependable, responsible stallion to even be a proper partner to her. She’s been an important part of my life, Garnet, and going through this much for her probably wouldn’t even scratch the surface to make up for all that she’s done for me.
“You’re a cute and affectionate mare, Garnet, and I’m sorry for all the trouble I may have caused you, but you aren’t the mare I love enough to put my life on the line for. I hope that you’ll understand at least this much.”
Garnet looked to the side while gripping her arm. “No … it’s fine. I should’ve seen this coming a long time ago. I may have knew it all along, my friends even tried to talk me out of it, but I was too stubborn to let it get to me. I’m sorry I’ve been a bother.”
A moment of silence passed between us before Garnet looked back to me again. “Do you know why I’ve had my eye on you for so long?”
I shrugged. “I may not have seen how interested you were of me until later, but I never knew the reason why. Same goes for all those other fillies.”
“When I first moved into Trottingham, I felt like I was never going to fit in. Getting stuck in Sombra’s curse for a thousand years really makes a pony feel like they’re behind the times once they’re free. Like they’re getting into a whole different world. I had no idea how I’d talk to a pony when I started taking classes at your school. Remember how I could barely speak when we first had chemistry together?”
I nodded. “We could barely hear you when you introduced yourself to the class, and then our teacher paired you up with me once we started lab.”
“Believe it or not, I was especially nervous of you when we worked together. I’ve heard how some of the fillies talked about you here and there before then, and the moment I was paired up with you, I was target number one on their hit list for even sitting next to you. I’ve also heard some crude remarks from a few colts about me along the way. You were different from them, though. You helped me get comfortable with my surroundings while explaining how to do the lab, even though you fumbled on some steps. You even invited me to have lunch with your friends. You weren’t anything like the other fillies said, but at the same time, so much more. You and your friends helped me become more comfortable with who I am and my new home by showing me around. I have to ask, though, why were you so nice to me?”
“Frankly, I thought having another pony in the group would be a nice change of pace. Some of the fillies who came before didn’t pay much attention to my other friends, and it was getting annoying after a bit. Since you were somepony who had never heard of me, I thought that time would be different, and it was for a while.”
“Gosh, I didn’t think I became one of them. Now I really feel like a jerk.”
“Well, you were better than those other fillies. I thought that much of you at least. Tank Top agreed, and believe me, when she says that, you were in the clear for our group.”
“I can probably see why.” Garnet looked to the side once more and rubbed her arm. “So … are we still friends? I won’t bug you into dating me again, but it was still nice being with you and your group.”
“Yeah, you’re fine. I think the others would like to have you back and hanging with us like we used to.”
“That sounds nice. Anyway, I shouldn’t keep your mom waiting. You enjoy your evening.” Garnet then gave a small smile that I could sort of see she was trying to force, but I thought I’d might as well humor her.
“Thanks, Garnet. You as well.”
She then turned and walked away while I heard a few sniffling sounds. I sighed and rubbed my eyes. She really isn’t a bad girl. She was just steered into the wrong path that I’m probably partly to blame. I hope she finds somepony that’s better than me someday. After a moment, I head on in the salon and approached the front desk. “How’s my mom doing?”
“She’s just about finished. She went to the bathroom before you came inside. You look simply dashing, by the way.”
“Thanks. Oh, here’s the money to pay for the treatment.” I set one of the pouches I brought with me on the desk before she counted them out. She nodded and gave back the appropriate change. Soon after, I heard a pair of hoofsteps approaching the counter. I turned to the source and my eyes widened at the sight.
Mom was practically glowing with her finished nails and hooves while her face was much cleaner than when we came in. Finally, not only her mane, but her tail was also straightened out with no strand of hair out of place or in the fray. She was quite a beauty.
“Mom, you look great! How do you feel?”
“Hm? Oh, I feel good, Drizzle. Doing pretty well.”
I raised a brow. “Is something a matter? You look kind of out of it.”
“I guess that treatment left me pretty tired. I feel like how I was earlier this morning.”
“Well I hope you aren’t too tired to end the day just yet. There’s still one more place we need to go before we head to the main attraction for the evening.”
“All right, well lead the way.” Mom smiled a little, but I still felt like something was off.
A couple minutes later, we arrived at the tailor’s shop where I picked up my suit. Mom was sort of quiet along the trip, occasionally checking her nails and hooves that were done. When I opened the door, a bell rang and the only stallion in the building turned to us before a smile plastered on his face.
“Ho ho! Welcome back, Mr. Drizzle. You’re looking quite sharp in that suit.”
“Thanks, Pin. I’m here with my mom just as I said. Do you think you have something for her?”
Pin glanced over to Mom and quickly skimmed her form. “Hmm, she’s more beautiful than what you showed me in her picture. Let me guess, Beautiful Diamond Salon?”
“Yep, the very same.”
“They really know how to show off a mare’s hidden beauty, don’t they? Their hooficures are also just simply marvelous. Well, Ms. Sweet, your kindhearted son has asked me to find you a dress to rent for tonight only. What do you say?”
Mom glanced around the shop and skimmed through some of the sets on mannequins for display. After a moment, she shrugged. “Sure, why not? Drizzle probably won’t let me refuse anyway.”
“Marvelous! If you’ll follow me please.”
I constantly checked the time as I waited for Mom and Pin in the lobby. Twenty minutes had passed, and thanks to my run-in with Garnet, I was a little behind schedule. The time getting closer to the moment of truth was also wracking my nerves. Finally, I heard the door opening with Pin stepping out.
“Come on, Ms. Sweet. Your son is waiting.”
“I’m not sure about this. Can Drizzle even afford something like this?”
“He said not to worry about the price, and you look marvelous. Now come out and show him.”
I stood up as the hoofsteps approached, my eyes widened as I saw the final result. Mom was in a strapless, lavender silk dress that reached just short of her hooves. The top was low-cut enough to show a decent amount of cleavage, but seem to hold up her chest comfortably save for her fixing it a little. The fabric showed off her curves quite nicely down to her hips where a flowing skirt finished her ensemble. Mom was looking to the side while her hands were behind her back, a hint of red on her face, which made her that much more appealing.
“Mom … You look amazing,” I praised as I walked up to her.
“Honestly, why go through the trouble of putting me in a dress? First the salon, then this, what’s gotten into you?”
“Well, the place where we’re going requires a dress code, so I thought we might as well go all out. Even though I’m not really used to wearing this.” I fixed my tie that was starting to tighten around my neck before straightening my other articles.
“You do look quite handsome though, Drizzle.” She turned to me and gave a smile, which had my own cheeks heated up as well.
“Th-thanks. Oh! Almost forgot. Here’s your payment for the rentals, Pin. We’ll come back to return them before closing.” I took out the second pouch to hand over to the shop owner that he graciously took.
“Oh there’s no need to rush, Mr. Drizzle. It will be a slow night tonight, so I won’t mind staying up a little past closing hours. It’s not often you see a son taking his mother out on a special date, why speed it up? You two have fun. Your clothes will still be here when you get back.”
“We will, thanks. Come on, we gotta get going before our reservation expires,” I told Mom as I held her hand and pulled her out of the shop.
“W-Whoa! Slow down, Drizzle! I’m coming.”
“ … Drizzle?”
“Yes, Mom?” I asked with a smirk.
“I’m not dreaming this, am I?”
“Here, I’ll pinch ya. Pinch!”
“Ow! Not on my cheek!” Mom rubbed the spot I pinched before looking back up. “Are we seriously eating here?”
“You mean the fanciest restaurant in the whole city? Yes, Mom, yes we are.”
The building that stood before us was a two-story structure with decorative lights just coming on as the town was getting darker. There was a wait line that extended just to the end of the restaurant’s property while the inside was quite packed with patrons for the good food, wonderful atmosphere, and fitting piano music as the main attraction. There was a large plaque at the front entrance with the restaurant’s name on it, Cles du Blanc et Noir.
“Well come on, let’s head on inside. We have a table reserved for us.” I grabbed Mom’s hand and pulled her inside while she was still staring at the restaurant in awe. We went to the front desk to check in where a stallion host was standing. “Hello, sir. We have a table reserved for Drizzle?”
The stallion skimmed through the list before he nodded. “Yes, here you are, the one with special seating. Come right this way, please.” Mom and I followed him through the restaurant with two sets of silverware wrapped in napkins in his hand while another host took his place. We were led to the outside tables where a large, open fire place was the centerpiece with more of the building’s lights decorating the railings. We were sat at a table where there was a nice view of the mountains in the distance with the sun just setting behind them while still close enough to the fire to keep ourselves warm, and we could still hear the music from inside.
The stallion set the rolled up silverware in front of us. “One of our servers will be with you shortly. Enjoy your evening.” He then bowed before he went back inside.
I smirked at the wonderful atmosphere. “Well, Mom? Is this a surprise, or …” I turned to Mom and my eyes widened to see her slightly hunched over and looking down with ears folded back. “Mom? Is something a matter? Do you not like it?”
“N-No, sweetie, it’s not that, it’s just …” She straightened herself up, sighed, and looked to the side. “I … actually overheard you and Garnet talking back at the salon. I was taking a breather outside at the back before I heard the two of you shouting. It’s been on my mind for a while now.”
My insides dropped when I heard what she said. “O-Oh, uh, how much of that did you hear, and what was bothering you?”
“I went back inside after I heard you were in love with somepony else. The things that bothered me the most was that and how you two were crowned Prom King and Queen.”
We were interrupted by a waitress bringing warm bread and butter and our menus. I requested sweet red wine when she asked if we wanted anything to drink before she nodded and walked off. Mom was still looking to the side during that exchange until she left.
“Drizzle, why didn’t you tell me anything about this? I’m not sure how I should feel right now finding this out today.”
Fuck, I didn’t think she’d hear any of that. “Well, I didn’t tell you about the Prom thing because I didn’t see it as a big deal. I wasn’t having a good time that night, and that crowning didn’t make it any better. As for me being in love, well, I didn’t want to tell you because I wanted to be sure I had some kind of chance with her before I could even say anything. I didn’t want you or anypony getting worked up over it if I somehow failed to get her later on. Besides you and Garnet, I haven’t told anypony else about this, not even my closest friends. I only told Garnet because I was getting tired of her getting on my case.”
“How did it go?”
“We calmed down and talked a little after that, and she finally got my message that I wasn’t interested in her. We settled on being friends like we were before she started hitting on me, and she promised not to come after me anymore.”
“That’s good. And for your crush?” she asked while finally looking back to me.
“Like I told Garnet, I wasn’t ready to try and get together with this filly. I’m still not sure if I’m ready even now. I’m sorry if this hurt you somehow, Mom. That wasn’t my intention hiding any of this from you.”
“I know it isn’t, Drizzle, and … if your feelings are strong towards this filly, then I support you. You’ll have to introduce me to her when you get together with her.” She made a small smile, but I couldn’t help but feel there was something else behind that.
Our waitress then came back with the wine in a bucket of ice and two glasses. She poured the red contents in our glasses before putting the bottle back in the ice. We asked for more time to decide what to order. She nodded and went back inside again before we held our glasses.
“Well, with that aside, this is certainly a surprise, Drizzle. A little overboard, but I appreciate you going through the trouble. This is turning out to be a wonderful day.”
I smirked. “Anything for you, Mom. Happy Mother’s Day and Happy Birthday.” We clinked our glasses and took our first sip of the not too dry, but heavenly taste of wine. I sure hope things turn out okay after this.
Over the next hour, Mom and I chatted while having drinks and eating the delectable food once it had arrived. We laughed some and teased each other a little, but throughout our time at the restaurant, it looked like there was something on her mind, at least from what I could tell from her shifting expressions. She didn’t even argue with me in regards to paying the bill when that came around. Mom was just … distant, if I had to describe it. That distant expression was still on her when we went to Pin’s shop and changed back into our regular clothes before making our way home. We took the scenic route through the empty park as there was something I wanted to ask her before I made my big reveal at the house, an attempt on my part to set the mood and prepare her for the surprise waiting for her at home.
“The night sky looks beautiful tonight, doesn’t it?” Mom asked as we walked.
“Definitely. Makes me want to just lie on the grass and fall asleep while stargazing …” I took a moment to get my words straight. I opened my mouth—
“Could I ask you something a little intrusive, Drizzle?” Mom asked out of the blue while turning to me, noticing I was about to speak. “Oh, I’m sorry, did you want to say something?”
“Yeah, but you can go first. I don’t think I mind an intrusive question.”
Mom nodded. “First thing, this filly you’re in love with, how long have you felt that way about her?”
“Uh, for quite a while. I can’t say I know exactly when I realized my feelings for her, but I’m sure they still hold true to this day.”
“Okay. If you don’t mind me asking, if it’s not this filly, have you ever … been in love with somepony that you know you shouldn’t?”
My eyes widened a little as I was going to ask the exact same thing, but I wanted to be sure. “I’m sorry, can you be more specific? I don’t follow.”
“Like … you know in the eyes of other ponies, your feelings for this filly may be looked down upon because it isn’t accepted by your family, friends, and others.” Mom gazed down and moved part of her mane out of her eyes. “Not just unacceptable, but disgusting, immoral, creepy, and just plain shameful. Even if you knew how much other ponies will think lowly of you, it wouldn’t change your feelings for her because she’s just that important to you.” Mom looked back up to me with a tired, sad expression. “Drizzle, what do you think of somepony whose feelings for another are like that?”
Yep, that’s definitely the kind of question I was going to bring up, but why did she do it first? “Uh …” I gazed to the side while I try to get my words together. “Well, I know that ponies can be into strange things sometimes, and that doesn’t exactly make them bad, per se. They may be judged for it, but that doesn’t make the other pony who did the judging any better. For me, if one pony’s involved with another with this strange thing, but still accepts them because it doesn’t change who they are, whether they’re in a relationship or not, those are the kinds of ponies who you’d want around for the rest of your life. I mean the considerably strangest thing I’ve seen of somepony I personally know so far is Tank Top liking fillies instead of stallions, but I still hang out with her because she’s an awesome friend. If anypony would balk at her for it, I’d almost slug ‘em for her because they didn’t know who they were talking about. That said, if I know anypony else that’s into something strange, whether I’m into the same thing or not, I wouldn’t insult them or anything else for it, including—”
…
Huh? What’s this feeling? My lips were getting sucked while something soft, big, and warm was pressing against me. My vision was dark for a moment, but when my eyes adjusted, I saw what was going on in front of me. Oh, it’s just Mom kissing me … wait, what!?
Before I had time to react, the warmth suddenly disappeared and a draft of cool air washed over me and left me cold while my mouth was still slightly agape. I looked at Mom who looked horrified while her hands covered her muzzle. Her eyes then started to water before she shut them tight.
“I’m so sorry …” she apologized, sounding muffled from under her hands before she turned and dashed off.
I blinked and stood there while I tried to process what just happened. Before I knew it, Mom was gone and my anxiety escalated. “Mom! Wait!” I ran in her direction out of the park, quickly making my way home where I hoped she was there.
I approached the house with the lights inside still off like I left it earlier. I turned the knob on the door and noticed it was unlocked, which was the opposite of how I left it. I walked inside to hear muffled crying. I made sure the door behind me was locked before I followed the noise, which brought me to another door that led to Mom’s room where light was shown from under the crack.
I was worried about her above all else at that moment, so taking the situation with caution, I knocked a few times. “Mom? Are you—?”
“Don’t come inside!” Mom exclaimed, which made me jump back a little. A moment of silence passed before she spoke again with a quieter, cracked tone. “Please, just don’t come inside. I don’t want to see you the way I am right now.”
“Mom … you know as well as I do that we need to talk. I don’t think this is something that can be hold off for another time. I’ll stay out here if that’s what you want, but I’m not moving from this spot until we get through this, even if it takes all night.”
Silence replied.
“I’m not mad about what happened, by the way. Surprised? Yes, but not mad. I just want to know what’s going on. Can you talk to me? Please?”
“… You don’t hate me? Or are repulsed by me?”
“Of course not. I could never hate you, and the kiss wasn’t that bad, either.”
I heard some shuffling and creaking from her bed inside along with some nose blowing before things were silent again. “The door’s open.”
I took a breath to steel myself before I slowly opened the door. Mom was sitting on the edge of the bed with her gaze lowered, a box of tissues at her side, and a waste basket that was much fuller than I remembered. I could even see from the door how red her eyes were from all the crying. I shut the door behind me and walked to the empty space on the bed next to her to take a seat. We sat there in silence for what felt like an eternity, having no idea where we’d even start after that kiss from earlier. I was opening my mouth to say something before she spoke first without looking at me.
“It’s funny. From all that I’ve experienced, I thought I got over dealing with unfairness in life, and yet this here takes the cake out of everything else.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“At one point in my time, I thought I’d be fine with not spending the rest of my life with a special somepony. I had so much going on, I thought I didn’t have time to see other ponies, even if I gotten over my love for your father. I had good support from my friends and their families when I had no idea what to do about being a mother, and I still keep in touch with them to this day, whether they be from out of town or not. I thought that was all I really needed to be happy, but then … something happened.
“May eighteenth. Even now I can still remember the details of that day from that year. It was the first high school swim meet I got to see you in action after not getting to the other ones before that in your senior year. Even though you said it was okay, I still felt terrible for my work getting in the way of supporting you in the sport you loved since you were a little colt. It was especially true after you tried making breakfast in bed for my birthday before that.”
“I wasn’t a good cook at the time and turned your blueberry pancakes into large charcoal briquettes,” I said while cringing at the memory. “I still can’t believe I was that bad back then.”
“It was still very delicious,” she said while giving a small smile, still gazing down. “So when I finally made it to your swim meet, I baked cupcakes for you and the rest of your team.”
“Those guys went nuts after they first tried your baking in freshman year, and that was when they started saying how attractive you were.” Though it’s a little annoying thinking about how they talked about her back then.
She chuckled. “Yes, I remember how nice those colts were after they had my cupcakes, but I was … distracted to pay much attention to them during the last meet you were in. I wasn’t sure what it was at the time, but it happened after you won your race with your signature butterfly swimming. I felt incredibly sad when I realized I wouldn’t see you swim in competitions anymore after that meet, but the reason why felt kind of off to me, something that might not be considered normal. It wasn’t too long before I realized what that off feeling was, even though I was also scared of why it came like that …” She sighed and covered her eyes. “You were growing up, and I was seeing you more as a stallion than my own son.”
My eyes widened at the statement. Wait, does she mean …?
She uncovered her eyes but kept them closed as she lowered her head. “When I figured out what that was, I had to do something to make it go away before it could get any stronger. That was when I started seeing stallions again. I thought if I direct my feelings to somepony else, then my budding feelings for you might fade away. It seemed to work at first, but every time my relationship with a stallion didn’t work out, you were always there to cheer me up, to comfort me, and even make me chuckle a little, and those feelings would come back just a little stronger.”
Mom’s lips start to quiver as tears started to escape out of her closed eyelids while she sniffled. She rested a tightly clenched fist to her chest. “It’s … It’s just not fair. If I had known you’d grown up to be a wonderful, handsome stallion, if I went back to being around your age, if I wasn’t your mother, I’d embrace these feelings in a heartbeat. I should’ve felt happy that you finally had a date with somepony in high school even if it didn’t work out, and part of me was, but I was also jealous, envious of Garnet that she could take you out instead of me. I was almost thrilled to hear she didn’t succeed in taking you away and I could keep you to myself for a little longer. I was so mad at what she was trying to do with you back at the pool today for the wrong reasons and I had put her through so much pain because of it. I was so heartbroken when I heard you have such strong feelings for somepony else that I felt like nothing else in my life mattered anymore.
“These are things a mother shouldn’t be feeling towards her son, and yet I did something so horrible, how I kissed you earlier at the park and … oh Drizzle, I’m so sorry.” Mom’s shoulders began to shake while she was getting choked up in her sobs again, taking a bunch of tissues to dab at the tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Mom …” I never realized she was going through this much pain, yet she did all she could to push those feelings down and still acted like the best mom I ever had. There was no doubt that I had to do something to change this whole thing around. So to start it off, I scooted closer to Mom’s side before I pulled her in for a hug, resting my head on her shoulder.
“Drizzle, this isn’t making my situation any better,” she said between sniffles. “I need you to let me go.”
“I’m sorry, Mom, but this is one thing I won’t do for you, because there’s something I need to get off my chest that I should’ve done a long time ago.”
“W-What … could you possibly tell me at a time like this?”
“This.” I held her chin, turned it towards me and away from the tissues she was holding, and placed my lips onto hers with my eyes closed. I could feel the shock running through her body from the surprise kiss I gave her, perhaps the same way she did with me earlier, except I savored the feeling of her soft, smooth lips rubbing over mine, putting my hand behind her head to keep it in place in case she broke it off again.
Finally, after what felt like at least a minute, I pulled away and opened my eyes to see her face totally shocked, her mouth still open slightly from the kiss. “D-Drizzle, what …?”
“What I wanted to tell you by the end of today was that you’re the special filly I have feelings for. I love you as a mom, and as a mare. I’m sorry that I put you through so much hardship over the last couple of years, but I wasn’t sure if I was enough of a stallion to be your special somepony, especially since I was also your son. I planned this whole day up to this moment to show you how much you mean to me in my life, with the hopes that you might at least consider my offer of being your one and only. I’ve realized these feelings for as long as I could remember, but after hearing everything you said tonight, I love you more now than I ever did before. Despite all that you’ve been through up to now, I hope you could reconsider and be my special somepony, and I promise I’ll try to become the best stallionfriend you’ve ever had.” I gave a warm smile while Mom gasped and covered her muzzle, her eyes tearing up once more.
“Do … Do you really mean that, Drizzle?”
“Every word.”
“You’re not concerned at all about what other ponies might think of us and what kind relationship we’d have? Or how much older I am than you?”
“You’re the most beautiful mare that I know, and I’ve made that clear plenty of times before, including today, especially when I saw you in that bikini.”
She suddenly chuckled before she used what tissue she already had to wipe the stray tears, her face still very flushed. “For so long, I thought I was so unfortunate with what I’ve become, but I was completely wrong. I don’t think I could ever be happier than I am right now.”
My eyes widened. “So you mean you’ll accept?”
She blew her nose, sniffled, and gave the actual smile I came to know and love before nodding. “Yes, Drizzle, I’d love to be your special somepony.”
“Yes!” I jumped off Mom’s bed and raised my fists in the air, giving cries of victory and being the luckiest stallion in the world while Mom covered her chuckles with blushing cheeks. I sighed exasperatedly as I felt a great weight floated off my shoulders. “Oh, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good in a long time, I’ve never felt so alive. There’s so many things we could do now, where do we even start?”
“Well … the night’s still young, and it’s still my special day,” Mom said as she stood up, her voice had a certain playful, mischievous tone. I turned to her to see her eyes turned half-lidded while her smile seemed lewd. “Are you still willing to do whatever Mommy wants?”
My heart started racing at this sudden change of atmosphere, having some idea of where this was going. “Uh, yeah, I’m still willing.”
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“Would you be a dear and change into your speedo? I want to see my handsome son at his finest.”
My eyes widened at the sudden request, my face feeling quite hot from the implication before I laughed nervously. “Funny story about that, but besides the pool, I’ve been wearing them the whole day today.”
It was Mom’s turn to look shocked. “You don’t say?”
“I was really nervous to how tonight would go, and I usually feel really confident and gutsy while wearing my speedo, so I figured putting them on for today would help give myself a little confidence boost, you know?”
“Hmm~, this actually changes things a little. In that case, would you mind if I undress you?”
“Yes,” I answered too quickly and a little desperately before I cleared my throat. “I-I mean, I don’t mind you stripping me down.”
Mom came closer and started running her hands down my sides with a smile. Once she reached down and slowly pulled my shirt up over my head, I raised my arms to help lessen the effort. After that, she tossed it aside and kissed me once more, this time with more hunger and passion while she ran her hands over my lean upper body. The sensual touches made me groan as I rested my hands on her hips, my member quickly getting cramped in the confines of the speedo under my pants. She then reached down to unbuckle my belt, and unfastened the button and unzipped the zipper on my pants, agonizingly slow at that while we still made out until they dropped to the floor. I stepped out with one leg and used the other to kick them off to where my shirt was. Once that was done, she stepped back with our saliva still connecting our mouths, and she drank in my new appearance while licking her lips. It was kind of odd and embarrassing knowing now how long she was admiring me like this, especially right now, it made me want to jump into the nearest pool of cold water to cool off the heat that was running throughout my body. My hardening member was making an effort to break free of my speedo with how much of a tent it was making, the strain of it all made the slightest friction send sensual shivers throughout my body from the sensitivity.
“Garnet was right about one thing, you make quite the catch in your speedo,” Mom praised while her eyes were locked onto my crotch. “It was when I watched you step out of that pool that day, soaking wet with water dripping down from your toned body with nothing but that on that gave me the kind of stir a stallion would give to a mare.” She put her hands on my waist and directed me to her bed where I sat down. She got down to her knees where her face met my speedo making a large, straining tent. “When I came to this while doing your laundry after that, without anypony looking, I like to press it against my nose to get a small whiff of your musk that gets clouded by the chlorine. I even pretended I’m pressing myself against your crotch, just like this.” She pressed her nose against my speedo where my balls were contained, taking a long, strong whiff which sent shivers down my spine. I grunted from the sudden sensation while she sighed contentedly. “Fuck, it smells even better after it’s been worn all day.”
Holy fuck, this is getting hot.
Mom seemed to be in bliss before she snapped herself out of it and shook her head. She looked up to me with folded ears. “I-I’m sorry, I’m getting carried away here, aren’t I? Am I making this uncomfortable for you?”
“N-No no! You’re fine!” I said while shaking my hands in front of me. “It’s surprising, but I’m liking where this is going.”
“Well, all right, but just know that if you don’t feel right, don’t hesitate to stop me, okay?”
“Got it, I’ll keep it in mind.”
“Good. Now, let’s change things up here a bit.” Mom then got up and straddled over my lap with a seductive gaze. I grunted from the sudden weight on my hardened member, getting a strange mixture of tightness, warmth, and a little wetness. I didn’t have time to register what was going on before she spoke again. “If you don’t mind, since I’ve shared my part of the story, would you explain what got you so interested in me, and maybe a little of what fantasies you have had about me, seeing as I’ve shared my sniffing fetish with you?” she asked as she ran her fingers over my mane, her large breasts just centimeters away from my head while my cheeks heated up.
“O-Oh, well, I know I’ve always admired your dedication and your kindness, it’s what made me love you as a mother and a pony, but …” I averted my gaze and bit my lip. I grunted from Mom grinding me a little as she made herself more comfortable on her personal seat. “I had crushes on some teachers back in middle school, seeing their experience, maturity, and intelligence very appealing, and they had their own attractions in terms of the female form. But one time, I accidentally saw you in the middle of changing, only in your underwear, and when I quickly went back to my room before you noticed, that was when I first noticed those strange feelings coming up.
“Like you, I was also scared of why my feelings for you were this way, and I couldn’t tell any of my friends about it either. It wasn’t until the nearest Hearts and Hooves Day after that when you were in a depressed state that I recalled what my so called dad missed out on after leaving you. Thinking of all those good points while seeing how beautiful you were gave me the answer to my burning questions, and the motivation to be your coltfriend, your special somepony.”
“I see, and that’s really sweet of you, Drizzle.” Mom took a moment to give a peck on my forehead. “So, did you have your own fantasies of what we did together?”
My whole face really heated up as I gazed down, looking at Mom’s skirt that was covering the contact between our crotches. “W-Well, when I fantasized you, I imagined myself exploring your body while covering it with kisses, paying special attention to your pussy, ass, and breasts especially. I wanted to see if I could somehow draw any more milk you might have so I’d know what it tasted like.”
“Oh~, you’re a kinky little colt, aren’t you?” Mom asked before giggling, “Sadly, I don’t think I’m able to lactate anymore, but I’m more than willing to let you touch me. In fact …” She then stepped off my painfully hard member. I looked down to see something shiny and wet clinging on my speedo. I touched it and let the viscous fluid stretch until it snapped apart.
Wait, was she? I looked back up, and to confirm my suspicions, as Mom was slowly undressing herself, I found that she wasn’t wearing any panties that matched with her black lacey bra. Her sex was gleaming with the fluids that were leaking out and trailing down her leg. “Y-You weren’t wearing any panties?”
“I wasn’t in my right mind back when we changed out of our rentals,” she explained. “Somehow a part of me was thinking what might happen if I had a little accident and you saw what was under my skirt. It gave me a bit of a thrill when it came to mind even though I had other stuff going on in it.”
“Wow … I’m not gonna lie, but that sounded so hot I might have taken you right there in the park if I knew what was going on.”
“And I think it’s about time we make that happen.” Mom reached around and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor before I finally saw every part of her bare being for the first time, and it was much better than I ever imagined. “Now lie down and relax. I want to make a mess on your speedo first, and then I’ll let you do what you want to me. Does that sound fair?”
“Absolutely.” I laid down in compliance on her bed, letting my hardened member pitching a tent through the fabric of my speedo as it strained mightily. I adjusted it to where it wasn’t causing me pain as well as getting ready for what Mom was going to do.
Once I was in position, Mom crawled over me so that we were facing each other. She pressed her lips on mine, kissing passionately before I eagerly opened my mouth to let her tongue through. The soft weight of her breasts on my chest was heavenly, and the way she grinded her wet sex over my crotch made me groan while we kissed. After a few moments, she pulled away and placed her hands on my chest for support, panting as she continued grinding her hips on my straining erection.
“This is … your first time, right Drizzle?” she asked in between breaths.
“Yeah. I saved myself for this very moment with you.” I reached over and placed my hands on her hips where her cutie marks are, helping her with the motions. “I wanted my first to be with the most beautiful mare I know and love.”
“You don’t know how happy that makes me.” She sat herself up and started playing with her breasts as she continued her grinding. She groped, pulled, and pressed her mounds together while she moaned, stimulating her senses. “I want to share these moments and more with a stallion who I know will stay with me for the rest of my life. Having that stallion being my own son couldn’t make me happier and more turned on than I am right now.”
“I’ll be here for as long as you want me to.” By this point, I’m pretty sure either one or both of our ‘liquids’ were making a mess on my speedo, but the weight, heat, and pressure on my member was driving me close to climax. I was instinctively humping my hips up in sync with her movements while I grunted. “M-Mom, I’m getting close!”
“Do it! Cum in your speedo for Mommy!”
“Fuck!” With Mom’s dirty talk, I arched my back and came in my tight, soaked speedo. My seed was leaking out onto my stomach. Mom furiously rubbed against me before she screamed in climax as well, and I could feel her hot cum splashing against me as she jerked her hips with each squirt. Her juices mixed with my sperm, making a big mess on my stomach that spilled over my sides and staining the bed. We panted and enjoyed the afterglow, up until Mom slid herself off of my crotch and got on her knees.
“Aww, look at the mess we made,” she cooed like how a mother would with a foal. “Here, let me clean this up for you.” She then slowly slipped my drastically soaked, maybe destroyed speedo down my legs, finally giving my half-limp member and hanging balls the air and room they needed to breathe and move about. Once it was off, Mom suddenly started licking the inside of my swimming tights where some of my seed was sticking, being thorough she got all of it before shooting the ruined article of clothing to the side like a slingshot. From there, Mom then started licking and sucking my sack, making me tense up from the sudden touch as she worked around the base of my member and cleaning up the mess that was on my stomach. Once that was shiny clean, she went back to my sex getting hard again and started ‘cleaning the shaft.’ Running her tongue all over the stretchy skin before popping the flared tip into her mouth and started to bob her head, giving me an intense blow job that would put other mares to shame; sucking, stroking, swirling her tongue, and twisting her head like one might see in porno. Experience certainly has its benefits, but the small hint of thought was enough for me to remember that there was still something I needed to do.
Despite the disappointment I brought to myself, I took Mom’s head and gently pulled it off of my erection, her eyes widened from the gesture. “W-What’s wrong? Is it not good?”
“Fuck no. That was incredible, but it’s my turn to pleasure you now.”
“Oh. Sorry, guess I got carried away there for a bit again.” Mom averted her gaze and a hint of red appeared on her cheeks.
Dammit, how could she be so cute even in a setting like this? I sat up and pulled Mom towards me where my eyes met hers on level. “Just to be sure, you’re totally all right with me touching and doing things to your body, right?”
She gave a warm smile. “Of course, sweetie. I’ll let you know if things start to get out of hand.” I took the initiative then and put my lips on hers, surprising her before she moaned and loosened herself into the kiss. I may have tasted some of my cum after her ‘cleaning,’ but having her own liquids on top of that made ignoring the former pretty easy. I turned us around to where Mom would lie on her back while I was on top, moving from her lips to her neck. She gasped and had one hand behind my head while another reached down and rubbed under my dock. The sudden new touch was strange, yet sensual, making my hardened member twitch in reaction while I kissed, sucked, and licked her neck before giving the spot a gentle blow, going at a slow pace.
I read a little on how to give a mare a good time before this. Even then, the lust, sweat, heat, and scents of musk and sex had me on a drunk enough state to forget a little of what I was supposed to do and just went with my instincts. I may have been uncoordinated, and Mom already knew well enough based on her past experiences how unsure I was of my actions.
Yet, what I didn’t expect was after one of her hands finished rubbing my dock, she lubed one of her fingers with her saliva—moaning a little while she was as it—and inserted it in my anus, making me yelp and arch my back.
“M-Mom!”
“What? You have such a cute tight butt and I thought you shouldn’t take this so seriously. This should be fun for the both of us and you seemed so tense. When I did this with two of my last dates they loosened up rather quickly. Doesn’t this feel good for you, too?” With her finger still inside my hole, she moved it around until she came across my prostate and gave it a few pushes and strokes, making me groan from the strange sensation.
“I can’t … confirm nor deny that.”
“Sweetie, I know this is your first time, and I appreciate you doing what you can to give me a good time as a mare, but don’t forget I’m also your mother. We both wanted this more than the other realized for some time, and we have plenty of time and chances in the future to spend these nights together, so why don’t we enjoy ourselves a little? Hm?” Mom then started to slowly thrust her finger in and out of my pucker, making another strange sensation that was making me tingle all over and possibly making me shoot some pre cum on her stomach.
Have some fun, huh? “Well in that case … *Mmph!* I wonder if you can withstand the monster now?”
Mom’s fingerings stopped while her eyes widened. “No, you can’t …”
“That’s right~.” I sat up and straddled her hips and legs before I wiggled my fingers with a mischievous grin. “The Tickle Monster makes a strong comeback!” I quickly moved my hands to her sides and moved my fingers up and down her frame, making her laugh heartedly. Her body shakes from the laughter, which includes her large breasts jiggling and moving about as she tried to stop me.
“No! No! Pleeeeeease~! Stop!” she squeals in between chuckles.
“Not until I get my raspberries!” Back when I last did this to Mom, I did it on her stomach, but on this night, the occasion would have to be in a very special place: In between her large cleavage after pressing her mounds together. The biggest blows I could muster was quite effective as the farting noise was the loudest I’ve heard yet, making Mom fall into hysterics with mixtures of laughs and moans. I then switched from my Raspberry Assault to the Malicious Munches, which consisted of me licking, sucking, gently biting, and a futile attempt of taking Mom’s breast(s) in my mouth as a whole, all while making monstrous eating noises.
“No~! Please don’t eat me!” she screamed in more of a moaning, pleasured tone than one of fear.
“I don’t think you’ll want me to stop after I do this.” I quickly moved down to where my eyes met her crotch, soaking wet from her juices while more were leaking out of her slit. I spread her vulva with my thumbs, and once my tongue made contact with her clit, there was a shiver that ran throughout her body followed by a loud scream that filled the room. I sloppily made love to her button by licking it, flicking it, and sucking on it while massaging her succulent thighs that were tensing from my treatment. More of her juices were coming in spurts then, splashing on my chin, but I paid no mind. I liked it, as a matter of fact.
“Fuck! Sweetie, I’m getting so close!” Mom ran one of her hands through my mane and gripped the strands. “You’re almost there! Make Mommy cum buckets on you!”
No need to tell me twice. I decided to go all in and spread her lips wide enough for me to push my tongue inside. I made circles inside her entrance with my wet appendage while one of my thumbs was making the same motions on her exposed clit. Mom desperately tried to pull me further inside before she screamed and her whole body contracted, squirting her juices on my face and in my open maw. I tried to get as much as I could into my mouth while my thumb still played with her button, to see if I could squeeze more out of her. Her cum dribbled out of my muzzle when I couldn’t catch it, went down my throat and dripped on her floor as well as her blanket. Her taste wasn’t anything I’ve ever tried before, but it seemed to get me more riled up and hornier as I caught more of her climax in my stomach.
When Mom’s juices went down to spurts, to dribbles before finally stopping, she collapsed on her bed and panted heavily with her tongue lolled out. Her body gleamed with sweat that was forming while her stomach was expanding and contracting with air. She looked to be about done until she spoke.
“Drizzle? Sweetie?”
“Yes, Mom?”
“I’m too tired to move, but I’m not done until I get your cum inside of me. Are you willing to go one more round and sealing the deal? Giving your virginity to Mommy?”
“Yes,” I answered a bit too quickly before I wiped Mom’s leftovers off my face.
She then spread her legs. “Then get your big, fat cock inside and fuck Mommy like your life depended on it.”
“Yes ma’am!” I quickly stood up and aligned my hardened against her soaked entrance, using what’s left of her juices to coat myself as well as teasing her, eliciting grunts. “All right, I’m going in.”
“Whenever you’re ready.”
I set my head against her hole and slowly pushed myself inside, the juices lubricated me enough to make the movement smooth, but I was still struck with great heat and tightness as I went further. I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and tightened my core so I wouldn’t cum too soon. “Fuck! This is so tight!” I exclaimed while Mom moaned. The journey felt excruciatingly long, as the further I went inside, the harder it was for me not to cum prematurely.
Once I felt something warm and wet sticking to my crotch though, I opened my eyes and looked down, my member was fully hilted inside my mother. We were fully united as one. I savored the sensation of my erection throbbing in sync with her contractions, squeezing the entirety of it and trying to suck it in further, maybe to milk my seed that it desperately craved. It felt like I was the perfect fit for her, and keeping myself a virgin up to this moment was worth the effort as I took in the memorable, satisfying prize.
“You did it, Sweetie. You’re no longer a virgin.”
I looked up to see Mom’s signature warm smile, which seemed to be glowing more than usual under the sweat and high from the lust.
I smiled in return and nodded. “Yep, and you’re the one I gave it to. I couldn’t be any happier than I am right now.” I leaned in and gave her another kiss, this time soft, soothing, and full of love. Mom wrapped her hands around my back while she used her legs to trap me in her embrace, but there was no way I’d break free from her at this moment.
About a minute later, we broke away our kiss and stared into each other’s eyes. “Shall we continue?” I asked.
“Fill me up good, Sweetie,” she responded.
I pulled my member up until just about half of it was still inside, and then I started my motions. They were slow, but smooth and continuous without stopping. What was funny was that it felt a little like how I did my butterfly strokes while swimming, but I was doing it in the sexual, musky air instead of the cold waters, and Mom was right there with me as she tried to make motions of her own. Wetness was resounding the room, along with her moans and my grunts. Mom’s gifted breasts were circling in opposite directions, creating a hypnotic effect that brought out the more animalistic side of me, making my thrusts faster and hitting her crotch each time I hilted myself.
“Fuck, Mom, I’m getting rather close! I want to coat your insides with my cum so badly!”
“Do it! Stuff me enough like you want to breed me! Fill Mommy with your love!”
“Mom!”
I went erratic at the last couple of seconds and jackhammered my painfully throbbing erection inside her until I stopped while hilted, groaning as I emptied my load in Mom’s womb. It seemed the heat and gooeyness of my seed was enough to even make her cum once more as her insides contracted tightly, milking my member for everything I could muster while she shot her own liquids. Our love mixture was too much for Mom to hold as it leaked out of her vulva and pooled between our crotches on contact. I humped her insides the last few times to make sure my seed would go directly into her womb before I slowly set myself on top of her with the last of my strength. I rested my head comfortably between Mom’s breasts, letting their softness and her heartbeats envelop me as my eyes were closed while I felt her rub my back. Something was then placed over my mouth and I instinctively sucked on it, Mom giggled before I realized she was nursing me—or at least tried to due to the lack of milk, but I didn’t really care. Mom’s breasts were like her trademark as a mother and a mare, and I loved it as much as I did everything else about her.
After what felt like minutes of us savoring the afterglow, I released my hold on her nipple. “So … Mom?”
“Yes, Sweetie?”
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“How was it?”
“How was what? You’ll have to be more specific.”
“Everything, maybe a little more on our first time together.”
“In short?” I heard her movement and I felt her breath over one of my ears. “Best. Day. Ever,” she whispered.
I sighed and let myself grew heavy as a great weight was lifted from my body. “Nice. My mission was a success.”
“With more than what you came in for, too.”
“Tell me about it.”
“My, this has certainly gotten late, and I got work in the morning.”
“Can’t you call in sick? I could spend more time with you tomorrow.”
“Sweetie, you got school in the morning.”
“I’ve gotten ahead of my classes for today. I don’t think missing one day would kill me.” I wrapped my arms around her and nuzzled between her breasts, whining “Come on, please~?” while muffled in her cleavage.
“Well … I suppose I could use up one of my sick-leave days. All right, why not?”
“Yes!”
She sighed. “Honestly, you can be so selfish sometimes.”
“You know you love me anyways.”
“Yes I do, and I think with our new relationship blooming for the days ahead, Mommy’s planning a whole lotta more lovemaking with her handsome young stallion along the way.”
My flaccid member that was still partially inside Mom suddenly twitched with anticipation from her intentions. I looked up to see her making a lewd face with lowered eyes as a goofy smile spread through mine. “I love you, Mom.”
“I love you too, Sweetie.”
We then sealed the deal with one last kiss for the night, officiating our new relationship as mother and son, and as lovers for the times ahead of us.
“Yes! Finals are over, and summer vacation has just begun!” Tank Top cheered with a fist pump as the two of us were walking out of the college campus. Static finished all of his exams yesterday and left for Las Pegasus this morning to celebrate the start of summer with his cousin. Metal Frame only had one more exam to worry about, so he went straight home after today to cram for it.
“You seemed confident with that math final, Tanks. Did something happen?” I asked.
“Heh, Daisy found out about my scores on the midterms and she was not happy about it.” Tank averted her gaze and scratched her head. “She pretty much forced me into letting her tutor me no matter how many times I told her she didn’t have to help, especially when she had her own stuff to worry about. I felt really bad about it, so I had to put in more effort so she wouldn’t have to go so far for me again.”
“You know she didn’t do it to make you feel bad, right? We’ve all seen her and we already know how much she cares about you, which was why she had to butt in in the first place.”
“Yeah, and I really love her for that. I think … it’s about time I bring up the important question to her.”
“And you’re really sure of that?”
“We’ve been seeing each other for so long now, and she’s pulled me out of so many different holes. I don’t want to let go of somepony like that so easily. I’m gonna go crazy and start saving money this summer for a good ring.”
“Well gee, I’ve watched your back for longer than she has and I don’t even get a kiss on the cheek? I feel cheated.”
“Oh come on, you mean you weren’t satisfied when everypony back in middle school thought you were going out with a hot, sexy filly?”
“Funny, I don’t recall that ever happening. Did you know somepony like that?” I smirked while she punched me in the shoulder. “Still, I’m really happy for ya, and I wish the best for the both of you. I can see if Mom wants to bake the wedding cake for the reception if you want.”
“Oh ho ho ho, out of all the cakes I had from her, that’s the one kind I’ve never tried before, and I bet it’s on royal levels of goodness compared to her other baking. If you could do that, I might just make you my best stallion.”
“All right, you got a deal.” We fist bumped in agreement to our plan.
“Still, what about you though? You seemed happier over the last couple of weeks, but I haven’t heard anything about you getting a marefriend. You sure you’re not hiding anything from us?”
“I did tell you guys about what went on between Garnet and me a while ago, right? Maybe it’s that?”
“While I’m glad that phase is finally put to rest and we’re all good friends again, somehow I don’t think that’s the only thing making you so chipper.”
It had been a couple weeks since that fateful night I spent with Mom. I think it’s safe to say that the both of us have learned some things we never even knew about each other despite how long we’ve lived together. Even so, everything changed for the better since then. We kept our special relationship a secret from everypony, of course, but it seemed like not only were we closer than ever before, but we’ve been spending more time together, too. We were a lot more snuggly, even played flirty while touching each other in places neither of us thought we’d ever get to. One Movie Night we had last week was a lot more exciting and physical than usual when Mom decided to bring an adult movie to watch together. Granted, I wasn’t sure if that was going to be a regular thing, especially when there’s little to no plot behind such movies, but we did get pretty horny and ended up naked on the couch, ignoring what was playing.
Speaking of which, we should probably burn that old thing knowing how many times we’ve done it there since we established our relationship. The sins we committed on it will never be completely cleansed even if we dunk the whole thing in a pool of bleach, rubbing alcohol, or even both.
Still, my new relationship with Mom was going strong. I’ve learned something new almost every time we did something together, we sleep in the same bed now, and she’s been a big help on stress-relief when I was overwhelmed with college work, which I definitely needed the most during Dead Week, which was the week before the final exams. Could you blame me for being so happy? I mean, I think I was even glowing the day after we took our ‘sick leave.’
I feigned thinking about Tanks’ question before I shrugged. “Eh, you got me. Nothing really comes to mind.”
Before Tanks responded, we heard a familiar voice approach us. We turned to see Garnet waving and smiling as she walked while we returned the gesture. “Hey, guys! How did you do in your finals?”
“I think I did all right. I should get at least a passing grade.”
“And I couldn’t be more confident about my math. I got it in the bag.” Tanks puffed out her chest and thumped her fist on it to prove her point. “What about you?”
“Exhausting, but I think I pulled through.”
“Any plans for the summer?” I asked.
“I’m going back to the Empire for a month to visit some relatives while thinking about my future. I’ll be heading off in a few days. What about you two?”
“Pretty much working nonstop and earning extra dough. With Daisy taking the summer off too, we’re gonna make up for lost time.”
“Not much different from what I’m doing now except working more hours. I’ll be giving myself time to cut back every now and then, though.” And like Tank’s plan, making up for lost time as Mom’s lover and living it up like every day might be my last.
“Nice! Well, I gotta get home and start packing for my trip. You think we can all do something together when I get back?”
“Totally! We’ll try to come up with something while you’re gone,” Tanks said.
“You have a safe trip out there.”
“I will!” Garnet then pulled the three of us into a group hug. “You two have fun, too. I’ll bring souvenirs once my month is up.”
“Looking forward to it.”
After our hug, Tanks and I waved good-bye to Garnet as she walked off with her things in tow, leaving the two of us by ourselves once more.
“Anyway, going back to what we were talking about, don’t be too shy to come talk to me when you find somepony. I got your back no matter what happens. I could even introduce you to some fillyfriends of mine who might be your type.”
I smiled a little. “Thanks, Tanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Well, I should probably get going, too. Daisy and I are going out to celebrate, and I think there’s a little surprise with my name on it later tonight.”
“Have fun, and try not to pull something.”
Tanks rolled her eyes with a smile. “Sure thing, Mom. Laters.”
We then went our separate ways. I headed back to my house as I didn’t have a shift scheduled for today, nor for the rest of this week, thanks to them giving me time to focus on finals and take a breather after the past few months. That gave me plenty of time to spend alone with Mom even when she has her own work days.
It took me a couple minutes to get back by hoof before I approached the door. As I was about to use my key, I noticed the door was open. Odd, Mom wouldn’t leave the house unlocked. I turned the knob and stepped inside. “Mom? Are you here?”
“I’m in the kitchen, Sweetie! I finished work early today!”
I sniffed some and caught a scent in the air as I closed the door behind me. I walked to the kitchen. “Are you baking something? What’s the … occasion?”
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Once I stepped in the kitchen, my eyes must have bulged out of my head when I spotted Mom wearing nothing but an apron. Her back was bare in all its glory, and her cutie marks were shown to make a name for themselves, but her curves, especially those around her hips, were what really took the show. I would’ve said her ass, but her tail was teasingly swaying from side to side, just barely covering the crack of her large, personal seat cushion.
Just when I thought things stopped there, the show kept going once Mom turned around to face me. Though her apron covered her front, her mounds were barely hidden from view. I could make out a hint of her areolas peeking out, giving her breasts a confining, but appealing appearance. There was something off with that image, though, and I didn’t know why. However, the apron was just at the length of where her sex would be. Just lifting the tiniest bit of fabric would blow her cover and reveal her vulva for all to see. As such, the apron was short enough for me to reach under and touch her if I wanted to. To top it all off, there were spots of flour and cake batter splattered on her apron and even on top of her cleavage. When I finally made eye contact with Mom, her eyes were half-lidded while a lewd smile spread across her face.
I dropped my backpack to the floor while my pants were quickly getting uncomfortable in the waist.
“Well sweetie, since this is your last day of school until fall, I thought I’d make you a celebratory cake for a job well-done. Though I seem to have made quite a mess of myself, haven’t I?” She took a finger and scooped up a blot of the cake batter that was just about to drip in her valley of her chest before taking it in her mouth. She closed her eyes and moaned as she spent more time than necessary cleaning her finger before pulling it out with a pop. “Mmm~. Your favorite, vanilla.”
I approached Mom andclose enough to where I placed my hands at her sides, running them down to her hips while I maintained contact with a smile, intentionally letting my boner poke her crotch. “Mom, you’re awesome.”
“If it’s for my handsome, sexy son, then the effort’s worth it.”
We then pulled each other in and locked lips, making smacking noises as Mom wrapped her arms behind my head while I reached around and groped her ass. Her apron might have been in the way, but her breasts pressing against me were still quite noticeable.
“Finally,” I said in between kisses. “I may be working at the pool during the day, but I won’t have to worry about schoolwork and exams for the next few months. I have you all to myself.”
“Have me to yourself? I’ve certainly spoiled you rotten while growing up, haven’t I?”
“I’m not the only thing that’ll be spoiled soon.”
“From you, Sweetie, I expect to be wrecked by the time summer’s over.”
“Ask and ye shall receive.” I practically ripped my shirt off my body before we turned up our make out session. I reached under her apron to get a good feel for her breasts; still soft, squishy, and almost malleable as always, yet there was still something off about them I couldn’t figure out. Mom reached down and started to loosen up my belt and button before my jeans dropped to the ground, leaving myself in …
“Are you wearing your Speedo?” Mom asked after we halted our kissing.
“I figured it might help give me some self-esteem during the finals and give us a good start to the summer. I’ve worn these since this morning and I even jogged in them before classes.”
“You know me so well.” Mom then went down to her knees, slowly pulled my Speedo down to where my erection flopped up, free from confinement. She then took off my Speedo the rest of the way and placed it below her sex, right where she was starting to drip some liquids on the floor before leaning in, pressing her nose against my crotch, and took a big whiff of it, specifically where my member and balls were connected by the skin. “Oh yeah, that’s really ripe. I’m going to enjoy getting some batter out of you.” She stroke her tongue from my balls up to my flared, throbbing head before I grunted in reaction. She didn’t waste any time and got right to work on her oral treatment, slowly bobbing her head forward and back, layering my member with her saliva thoroughly with her tongue. She looked up to me with half-lidded, lust-filled eyes while I saw one of her arms reach between her legs. I could tell from her moan that vibrated around my erection and the dribbling sounds that she was getting herself off and making a mess on my Speedo.
Admittedly, it was strange how hot that was to me, but I couldn’t concentrate much on it as her mouth was making my thoughts cloudy. I ran my fingers through her mane, gripping strands between them as I unintentionally jerked my hips in sync with her head bobs. The mixture of heat, wetness, softness, and slick friction over my throbbing member was driving me to the brink.
“Get ready, Mom! A big one’s coming!”
“Mmph~.” The way Mom was fondling my balls in one of her hands while she upped her movements was enough to tell me to give it to her now, and I intended to. Instead of letting her do the work, I held her head in place and thrusted my throbbing erection down her throat, my balls slapping her chin each time I hilted myself. She didn’t mind me taking control, it seemed, considering how she was putting her focus on fingering herself and making a puddle over my Speedo.
“Rrngk!”
“Mmph!”
With one last thrust, I hilted myself over her muzzle and ejaculated, releasing my seed straight down her throat and into her stomach. Mom coaxed my balls into expending everything they had while she pulled back halfway out of me, and let my cum pool inside her mouth before swallowing heartily. She sounded ecstatic from the way she moaned from her favorite protein drink.
When my climax was over and Mom milked every last drop with her hand and mouth, she took a big gulp and pulled out of my half-erect member with a pop. She stood back up and wiped off what leaked down her chin to lick from her fingers. She then wetted her lips and rubbed her stomach. “Mmh~. I could never get tired of your hot goodness swimming inside me.”
“Well this ‘hot goodness’ will be swimming in someplace else very soon~.” I chuckled as I pulled her into where our chests pressed together.
That was when I felt something unusual where Mom’s breasts were. Aside from the leftover flour and cake batter from her apron, something else was wet, a little damp. I pulled back, looked down to see two wet spots on her apron, and it was then I found what was odd since I saw her when I came in, which was more different now than it did the first time I saw it.
“Mom, did your breasts … get bigger?” I asked. “And did I make those wet spots earlier?”
Mom giggled. “Yes, and half-yes. They became like this because of you, but not in a way you’d think.” She reached behind herself, untied the knot from her apron, and lifted it over her head before dropping it to the floor. Once her breasts came into view, they jiggled from the minimal movement, and when I drew my attention to her nipples, there was something white forming on top of them before dripping to the floor. My eyes widened at what I was seeing.
“M-Mom, are you … lactating?”
“Yes, I am~.”
“Did I … impregnate you? Were you in heat earlier?”
“No, sweetie. This is the result of a special potion I ordered last week, allowing me to produce milk. I drank a dose right after you left and went about my day while the concoction took effect. It grows a little faster when I get turned on like earlier, and now …” She bit her lower lip while wrapping both of her hands over one of her nipples, gave it a small squeeze, and a spurt of milk shot out and hit my bare chest while she groaned. “The poor things have gotten so swollen and heavy, letting them sit there for the last couple of hours, just dying to be drained~.” She slowly walked around the couch where we had had our other ‘experiences’ while her eyes were still locked on me, or so I assumed. I was just dumbfounded and staring at her swollen, literal milk jugs that had probably grown about two cup sizes by now. My throat was suddenly feeling parched. Mom held both breasts in her hands, jiggled them, and gasped as she squeezed them together, spurting more milk in small streams. “Drizzle, would you be a dear and help Mommy out? These are for you, after all.”
My fantasy. She did this for me, another way to congratulate me on finishing the college term, I thought as I walked around and stood in front of her, eyes still locked on to her breasts. I gulped down the drool forming in my mouth. “Is it … really okay for me to do this?”
Mom laid herself on the couch with a smile, still pressing her breasts lightly together, urging me to come forth. “It’s all yours, Drizzle. Drink as much as you like.”
Entranced by the sight, I got on the couch and gently laid myself on top of her. My breath was shaky as the milk was forming small beads on her nipples in slow motion. I got ever closer to one of her swollen tits, my tongue out like a dog’s. As gently as I could, I ran the tip of my tongue over her nipple, scooping up the white beads that were forming on top, eliciting a shiver from Mom. The milk was warm, somewhat creamy, and had a subtle sweet and sour taste to it.
It was like tasting the essence of a goddess.
With more vigor, I planted my mouth over her swollen nipple, doing all I could to suck, drink, and gently squeeze with both hands however much of this creamy elixir was contained in this breast. The sudden action had Mom arching her back, gasping before letting out a drawn-out moan of pleasure and relief, probably from how uncomfortable it had been to let her breasts swell so much.
For her to go this far, she was the best mother/lover a colt could ask for, and I wouldn’t let anypony else take her away.
“Oh yes~. That’s it, sweetie. Drink as much of Mommy’s milk as you like. It’s all for you, and you only.”
My eyelids slowly closed as I let the taste reel me in, feeding off of Mom’s breast like I was a foal again while she stroked my mane. The warm, creamy milk continued to go down my gullet and ever so slowly fill my stomach. It brought a sense of warmth to my core that spread throughout my body.
I had a feeling I was going to be addicted to this wonderful drink very quickly, and Mom wouldn’t mind feeding that addiction in the slightest.
I didn’t know how much time had passed since Mom started nursing me, but when I noticed how much the rate of production from her breast slowed down, it was time to switch to the other side for a second helping. Out of pure instinct, I swallowed the rest of what I had in my mouth, removed myself from her nipple while taking a breath, and shifted over to her other poor, swollen tit that was begging for some release, which I was more than happy to oblige. The second breast seemed to explode like a geyser, letting out a rush of liquids that hit the back of my throat as I milked and squeezed it. The sensation surprised me, but the taste still seemed just as new and extraordinary to me as the first breast was, and I was loving it. It seemed Mom was loving it too from how much of a sigh she let out.
“Goodness, you must be hungry. Are you liking Mommy’s milk?”
“I’m loving it,” I muffled with my mouth still over her nipple.
“Ah, now what did I tell you about talking with your mouth full? Just look at the mess you’re making,” she scolded playfully.
It was true, though. Speaking out made me spill some of her milk over her breast and dribble down to the couch. Granted, it made the sight all the more alluring, but I was still a bad colt for making a mess.
Swallowing what I had in my mouth, I let go of Mom’s tit with a pop before looking up to her with the best puppy-dog eyes I could muster. “I’m sorry, Mom. Can I make it up to you, somehow?”
“Well, I do believe it’s about time I get a little something in return.” Mom slid out from under me and turned herself over on her stomach, getting on her elbows and knees before she raised her ass to my face, wiggling it from side to side as I marveled at the juices dripping down her legs and onto the couch. She looked back to me with a lewd grin. “Lube it up and fill it with your fat cock. Mommy’s hungry for some more of her stallion’s ‘milk,’ and she needs it now.”
She didn’t need to tell me twice. It was then I realized how painfully erect my member was, and I wouldn’t deny its need or Mom’s any further.
I lowered myself to Mom’s crotch and brought my nose close to her sex where it gave off a heavy musk. Doing this with her enough times has given me signs of how horny she is just from the smell. I then gave her puffy slit a big lick from her engorged clit to just before I touched her anus before I repeated the motions. I tasted the juices that were leaking out while wetting the entrance the best I could, even penetrating my tongue inside to be more thorough. Adding to how I moved my thumb over her clit while playing with her insides made Mom quite happy from the way she squealed.
“Drizzle, I can’t take much more of this! I need you inside me, now!” she exclaimed.
With her okay, I stopped with the tongue and thumb play and set the head of my erection on the entrance. Once I was in position, I leaned over Mom’s back to where I nuzzled her cheek and gave a deep kiss to her neck.
“Thank you for doing all of this, Mom,” I whispered in her ear.
I then thrusted my member inside her. The saliva/fluid mixture helped make the movement smoother, but it was still very tight. Mom screamed before she could respond to my thanks. I started the sex from there, hilting myself into her butt with my balls slapping against her clit each time. My arms were around her waist, but I moved them up to her breasts where I groped them, letting the malleable glands shape themselves from my fingers and spurting even more milk onto the couch.
“Mom, you should have some of this, too. It’s very delicious,” I said as I held one of her breasts towards her muzzle, which was panting heavily.
She took the suggestion and wrapped her lips over her nipple. She moaned onto it as she drank her own nectar while I continued my thrusts. Mom then squealed with her tit still in her mouth as her insides contracted around my member. I felt her liquids overflowing and dripping down to one of the couch cushions while I heard her other breast squirting milk onto another.
“Mom, did you cum?” I asked.
“Mmhmm.” She dropped the breast from her mouth, spilling what milk she had on the couch while gasping for breath. The falling breast seemed to clap the other a little before they both dangled like a cow’s udders. “Sorry, honey. I was so horny this morning it kind of built up in me to the point of bursting at any moment.”
“It’s okay. Did you still want to keep going?”
“Yes. You can just finish what you have going and unload inside me if you want.”
“All right, but do you mind if I flip you over on your back?”
“Not at all.”
I slipped myself out for a moment to help her turn over on her back. Mom had a dopey smile on her face while she continued to catch her breath. Her breasts were splayed on her chest like water balloons flopping over her sides, with milk still leaking from her nipples.
“There we go. Your ass may be quite the sight, but I still love to see that smile on your face.”
She giggled while she wrapped her arms around my neck. “You’ve become quite the charmer, have you? Come here and give Mommy a kiss.”
I happily obliged and we both moaned as our lips made contact. I could still taste the milk from her mouth as we played tongues, which made the kiss all the sweeter. I aligned my erection with her entrance once more, our sexes still wet from her earlier climax. I pushed myself in with ease, and Mom moaned in our kiss while her insides constricted around me. I began my thrusts once more, my arms at her sides for support, while her legs wrapped around my waist. The two of us panted for breath as our eyes were locked onto each other. I could never get tired of the lust, love, and joy mixed in her eyes as we joined together. It was a look which only I got to see from her, and I was the only one she’d freely express it to. She was as beautiful as always, and the way her breasts bounced like a dance while lactating more milk as her body rocked in sync with my thrusts made her an amazing sight to see. The thought made my heart flutter, the rapid pulses making my erection throb and get harder, while my insides were slowly heating up. I upped the pace of my throbs as I was getting close.
“Mom, I’m going to cum,” I panted.
“Unload yourself inside, Drizzle. Let Mommy feel the warmth you’ll give inside her,” she said in the most pleasant, caring tone at that moment. I knew she already climaxed once, she may not have been close to coming again as I was, or maybe she did at one point and I didn’t notice, but she didn’t seem to mind either way.
It’s true there will be moments in our many sexual exploits over time where we won’t finish together, and that’s okay. Mom had assured me of that fact a couple times already over the couple weeks we started our new relationship with each other. What mattered was that we still had a good time doing them, especially with the ones we loved the most, and we gave each other the support we needed to get through our daily lives and make our relationship stronger.
At this moment, Mom wanted me to just let it all go, and I was going to give it to her.
“Mom!” I exclaimed as I hilted myself and ejaculated my seed, giving Mom’s insides a good coating. It seemed I had another big one, as some of it leaked out and dribbled down my shrinking balls before hitting the couch, pooling with Mom’s own juices as I shot out more.
When I finally finished, I laid myself on top of her, my head resting on her chest, as I caught my breath. This session definitely took more out of me than it usually did. Mom held one of her breasts over my muzzle, I could see more milk dribbling out of her nipple. My mouth reached and latched onto it before I suckled more of her godly nectar. Mom giggled at my greediness before she started petting my head as I drank. Both of us savored our afterglow in our own ways. It was a truly pleasant experience.
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Once we gathered ourselves from one of our better, more memorable sexual escapades, we wiped ourselves of the many messy fluids on our bodies, changed into some clean clothes, and cleaned up another disaster in the living room caused by our special brand of lovemaking. We tried to clean up what we could from the couch, especially, but the deed was long already done, tainting the couch with our fluids like the many others times before.
“Yeah, it may be about time we think of getting a new couch,” Mom said as we finished cleaning. I opened the windows to let out whatever musty air lingered in the room. “Ruined doesn’t even begin to describe how we made this thing.”
“I think the same goes for our bed. You think we should look into a more durable one of those?”
“Sweetie, any mattress won’t take long to ‘ruin’ after purchase with us using it.” She bumped her hip with my own in a teasing manner. “Even so, we’ll probably look into it sometime in the fall. How did you enjoy your ‘gift,’ sweetie?”
“I loved it. Very much. Is that thing only temporary, or can it be permanent?”
“Do you want me to keep it?”
“Yes,” I said, a bit quicker than necessary. “I-I mean, if it’s not too much trouble for you. I understand if it gets too tiring after a while.”
“Oh don’t worry, your mother’s strong enough to carry a little extra weight. It may take some getting used to, and I might need to get bigger bras to accommodate them,” she said as she jiggled and squeezed her clothed breasts between her arms, surely a blatant attempt at flirting. “Still, I loved the new form of bonding we found together from it, and I wouldn’t mind having more of those, so I think these are worth keeping. Plus, along with taking additional doses from the potion, I could make the effects last quite long if I give them frequent ‘massages,’ according to what I’ve read.”
“I could help with those,” I droned like a mindless zombie.
Mom giggled. “That’s what I’m counting on~.”
Celestia, I love this mare so much. “Oh! I almost forgot to bring it up, but Tank Top is planning on proposing to Daisy sometime later in the future. I was wondering if you could bake the wedding cake to contribute.”
“I knew those two were going to be official sooner or later. I was planning on making that cake from the start, charged with a special discount, of course~.”
Tank Top and her family had been long-time friends of ours since the two of us met in school. They’d helped us out of some tough spots in the past, and we’d tried to return as much as we could, even if they said it wasn’t a big deal. It made sense for Mom to be that generous.
“Really?! Sweet! She also wants me to be her best stallion, so I’ll definitely need to help make their special day great. You think she’d have you be a bridesmare if I asked?”
Mom sighed dreamily. “I hope so. I kind of always wanted to be one just for the wonderful dresses I’ve seen them wear.”
I hugged her from behind and rested my head on her shoulder. “Those dresses would certainly look beautiful on you, Mom, but I’m definitely sure a wedding dress would look even better.”
“Aww, thank you, sweetie. Maybe we can rent out one sometime and play it out for fun.”
“I like that idea a lot.”
“Besides, at this point, whether it’s a wedding or bridesmare dress, I wanted the two of us to dirty them up a little after we have some fun~.” She held my hands which were wrapped around her waist while she pushed her ass back enough to grind it on my crotch.
The images of those scenes that came at the same time she did that got me hard again. “Scratch that, I love that idea a lot. Not as much as I love you though, my dirty, pervy mom.”
“And I love you too, my horny, kinky son.” We established our special taboo love with a passionate kiss, one that made the both of us sure we’d get turned on enough to go another round soon.
Mom wasn’t afraid to acknowledge the feelings for her son anymore, the same ones that had built up for many years. Knowing how her own son not only had similar feelings, but was able to return them in full, made her the happiest I’d ever seen her. I didn’t think there was any way we could make this special relationship of ours official to the public, let alone make it grow to something even more, but she was happy to finally be able to express her feelings in full, and I was happy I was able to give her the happiness she rightfully deserved.
Our greatest wishes were granted, and we couldn’t ask for any more than that.