Feeling distant from her son, Cream Heart decides to try out a new online game that Button has been obsessed with.
Quarantining for PONID-19 has been hard on Cream and Button's social lives. Feeling distanced from her young-adult son, and without her weekly spa dates with the other matrons of Ponyville, Cream Heart decides to try out a new online game that Button has been obsessed with...
It had been years since Cream Heart had picked up a game controller.
Ever since the PONID-19 quarantine had started, though, she was more and more tempted to stray back to that long-neglected pastime. Raising Button Mash on her own had left her precious little time for self-indulgent luxuries like gaming; most days, she was lucky if she got to sit down for five minutes, with her time being split between a constant influx of household chores and providing for Button's needs. The generous monthly stipend that the Crown gifted her as a single mother had been enough to support both of them, so she'd never needed to work...but that was because caring for a growing colt was a full-time job all its own!
Needless to say, the classic consoles that she'd spent many hours with during her younger years had long since fallen to the wayside, collecting dust in her attic, after she'd had a foal and the father had walked out on her. Much as she despised that deadbeat stallion, wherever he may be now, she could never bring herself to hold the same negative feelings for her son, the fruit of her loins and joy of her life. He'd grown into a kind and well-meaning young stallion, and Cream couldn't have been prouder...though she did wish he'd spend less time gaming and more time with her, especially now with the two of them cooped up together and unable to socialize face-to-face with other ponies.
A heavy sigh left her lips as she heard another loud exclamation from Button's room upstairs; an outburst of jubilation as the colt and his online friends finally finished off a raid-boss they'd been "grinding" together to beat for weeks. Her eyes glazed over as they moved across the pages of the romance novel she was reading as she laid upon the couch, and she tiredly let the book flop down against her buxom chest. Thinking more and more about her increasingly distant relationship with her son left her no longer able to concentrate, even though the steamy novella was just starting to get good, so to speak.
In a way, Cream understood Button's desire for "isolated socialization" locked up in his room, especially coupled with his usual penchant for spending time gaming whenever he got the chance. It didn't make the increased feeling of distance between her and her son hurt any less, though...not being able to chat with her own friends as easily was killing her. Talking to them through speakers and a microphone just wasn't as satisfying to her as seeing them face-to-face, as her generation was definitely more used to face-to-face conversation.
Her eyes widened as a sudden thought struck her. If she could find out what game he was playing, maybe she could join in on his role-playing adventures? She did have a talent for playing cleric characters in her O&O campaigns, way back when...
Sitting up from her reclining position, she lifted her glasses up and rubbed the bridge of her muzzle as she pondered her options. She couldn't approach him directly about her desire to spend more time with him through gaming, since he'd probably be way too embarrassed to play together with his inexperienced mother, especially if his online friends found out. She was frustrated by such petty social maladies, but she couldn't blame younger ponies for being intimidated by her maturity and resorting to mocking whenever someone of her generation attempted to adjust to new trends in "their" area of expertise. There was a reason you didn't see many forty-somethings, especially older mares, playing games like Colt of Duty.
Cream grabbed her phone from the coffee table and quickly tapped in a search query for 'most popular online role-playing game', hoping to suss out the name of Button's game without having to ask outright and telegraph her intentions. The name Planes of Deridia quickly caught her attention, seeming to show up in the majority of search results, so she made a mental note to investigate it on her office computer after lunch.
Speaking of lunch...the mare slid her phone into her back pocket and stood up, trodding up the stairs and knocking cautiously on the door to Button's room. The idle chatter she could hear came to a sudden halt, and the muffled 'Be right back, guys' she heard him utter was followed by a louder 'Come in!', Button clearly having muted the mic on his headset.
She frowned slightly as she beheld her son's bedraggled mane and unkempt casual clothing, her son clearly prioritizing his progress in the game over his own hygiene.
"I'm going to make something for lunch. Do you want anything?" She asked, shooting glances at the game from over Button's shoulder. The main street of a quaint medieval town dominated the screen, with players of varying levels (and cosmetic adornments) shuffling in all directions as they headed for their varied destinations. The players who must've been his online friends crowded around him, doing various gestures and taunts within his camera view.
"Uhh, yeah..." He trailed off, scrunching his muzzle as he attempted to think of something. "I don't really know what I feel like having, though." He admitted, shrugging slightly as he glanced back to the screen.
Cream sighed briefly as she rolled her eyes. "I'll just make a couple of ham sandwiches, I suppose, then." She replied, crossing her arms beneath her chest. Her cheeks warmed as she noticed his eyes shift down to her upraised breasts, those soft mountains of flesh straining desperately against her tight-fitting sports bra.
She only barely resisted the urge to scold him for his wandering eyes - she knew that even the most strong-willed stallions were prone to the occasional moment of weakness, and younger stallions like Button were even more apt to do so.
"Uhm, y-yeah, sounds good mom!" His reply was hurried and stuttered, and the way he quickly averted his eyes and turned away from her while a blush built on his face was a clear indication of his embarrassed, unintentional arousal. The mortification he visibly exuded at catching himself staring was punishment enough, she reasoned.
"Please give things a rest for a little while and go shower off, hmm? For my sake as much as yours?" Cream prompted, leading Button to lift up his arm and give himself an experimental sniff. The way he cringed back from his own armpit seemed to be enough convincing, and he at last set down his headset and controller and tapped out a quick message in his chat window before clicking Disconnect.
The two of them shared a brief smile as Button stood up from his chair, the stallion doing a quick set of stretches to work out the aches from his lengthy sitting period. "Nnngh. Sure thing, mom. I could use a break anyway, I guess." He groaned, before gripping the front of his shirt and pulling it up over his head in a smooth motion.
"Thanks, dear. I'll have lunch ready by the time you're out." Cream responded warmly, her eyes widening slightly as she gazed at his moderately buff abs. As much time as Button spent gaming, she was proud that he at least took time in the mornings to maintain a usable amount of muscle - it was all too easy for a gamer to fall into a lazy, exercise-less routine, especially in the self-quarantine era.
As the door to Button's bathroom clicked shut, Cream took the opportunity to pick up the loose laundry and unwashed dishes scattered around his bedroom. She couldn't hold back the motherly groans of annoyance every time she found a dish with food remnants caked on it, both for the risk of bug problems and the infuriating difficulty and grossness of removing that caked-on crud.
The sweaty odor of his laundry made Cream's nose twitch and scrunch up, even as a long-neglected part of her responded favorably to the cloying, masculine musk that coated his running shorts - a part of her which was tamped down and tempered vigorously by her higher functions' reminder that that smell was her son's, not some buff, well-hung...
'Stop!' Cream shouted mentally, rapidly shaking her head as her thoughts warred with her loins. She'd been fine in quarantine up until now, so why the sudden...
Her eyes widened as a realization struck her. 'By the gods, I must be going into heat...'
This was going to be a long couple of weeks.
'Long...Mmh, these boxers look pretty stretched out, I wonder how long his...' "Gah!" Cream yelped, a full-body shudder rocking through her. What in Tartarus was going on? She hadn't had a heat come on as strongly as this since she was a college-age filly - it was that kind of impulsiveness that had given her Button in the first place. She would certainly have to manage her urges closely in recent...
Having eaten lunch while her son showered upstairs, Cream decided it was as good a time as any to download and try out Planes of Deridia on her office computer. Thankfully, as the game had first launched several years ago, its system requirements were low enough that she wouldn't have to upgrade any components in order to run it, at least on lower settings. After a momentary wait while it installed, Cream donned a rather basic headset that she usually used for phone calls and clicked on the game's icon.
Soft medieval music greeted her as the launcher opened, and she wasted little time clicking the "Play" button and creating an account.
Cream couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as she clicked through the options in Deridia's character creator, the physics updates with each individual change she made causing the model's breasts to sway enticingly. Rolling her eyes and scoffing slightly, she picked the most conservative cleric robes available - but even this option seemed woefully immodest, with a plunging neckline exposing an "absolute cleavage" between the cups of her tightly-strung enchanted corset, which clung tightly to her waist and showed off her hourglass figure. Her thin waist flared out to an absurd, absolute knockout set of perfect breeding hips that would be enough to turn any stallion into a drooling mess, wiggling salaciously wherever her character walked.
All told, the character customization options had allowed her to remain largely faithful to her proportions in real life - which meant that the tightness and skimpiness of the clothing, in both respects far beyond what she would ever realistically wear, accentuated her absolutely incredible, matronly figure even more.
Having finished her visual customizations, she clicked over to the 'Voice Customization' tab, and was greeted with a small informative pop-up.
❗ Voice-Changer Technology Planes of Deridia includes an anonymizing voice-changer feature that allows players to communicate directly with each other without breaking immersion. This screen allows you to modify the pitch and tone of this character's voice. We've generated a preset that we think fits your character's gender and class, but feel free to change things around a bit. (Note: Many armors apply additional voice modifications when equipped.)
Cream didn't spend too long on this option, save for a quick adjustment to her voice for it to be a bit higher-pitched and younger sounding. Games were a fantasy, after all - if she wanted to sound a bit younger than she actually was, then sue her!
A few weeks later...
Cream had been playing nearly every day since then and had already reached level 50, with quite a bit of knowledge amassed about the game's mechanics. She never expected to become so engrossed in a video game, but it seemed she was making up for lost time with the hours she'd been putting in. The lack of things to do during quarantine had certainly helped there...
"C'mon, c'mon! Keep hitting him, stop backing away! I'm healing all of you, just - oh, shoot!" Cream swore under her breath as her game froze for a few seconds, her fingers frantically hitting the keyboard in an attempt to get the game to respond. Her eyes darted to the raider list as the game un-froze, widening as all of the low-level players disappeared in one fell swoop with crossed-out connection icons next to them. "Really? A server glitch now? Uuugh!"
Only one other name remained, save for her - a level 82 Dark Paladin with the incredibly imaginative name "bl4ckp4l4d1n," who continued to wail on the boss despite the loss of every cannon-fodder low-level player formerly in the raid. "Don't worry about it, just keep buffing me! We can do this together!" The player shouted over voice chat, prompting Cream to storm into action as she moved close to him and spammed her Buff and Heal spells on him.
Crackling dark magic and the heavy thwacks of the paladin's dark claymore thudded heavily into the boss's hide as its health bar steadily melted before them. The increasingly shaky camera indicated that their time would soon be up, however; the arena would be collapsing within the next couple of minutes.
Thankfully, the raid timer would never come into play; moments later, the boss gave a feeble, dying roar as it collapsed to the ground in a bloodied heap, its health reduced to zero with less than a minute to spare.
VICTORY flashed onto the screen in brilliant, sparkling golden font, and a blush lit up Cream's face as her raid partner's victory animation played. His black armored gauntlets gripped her around the hips as Cream's cleric character slung her hands across his armored back. Their faces drew close as her heavy, clothed bosom squished into his chestplate like a water bed. In a feat of improbable agility for someone in full plate armor, he dipped her down into a tango kiss as his helmet faded away in a cloud of dark mist; Cream felt her eyes widen just as much as her character's did, and the two of them shared an awkward silence in voice chat as the stats screen appeared, obscuring both of their views as the embrace deepened.
Embarrassed at having forgotten how overzealously romantic his victory animation was, the two of them remained silent for a moment before Cream awkwardly broke the ice that had formed between them.
"This game is a bit...old-fashioned, don't you think?" She asked, chuckling good-naturedly.
"Uh...y-yeah...but it's all anonymous, so I guess the devs figured they could go a little wild with it. Give couples a way to connect virtually with everything going on, y'know?"
"So we're a couple now, then, hmm? Or is that your attempt to backpedal out of flirting with me?" Cream purred into the mic, a cattish and self-satisfied grin crossing her face as she heard the young stallion on the other end stammering in an attempt to keep his cool. As awkward as he was being, he did have a point...anonymous flirting did have a fun brand of intrigue...
"Uhh, n-no, I mean, we just met and, uh-" He stammers, becoming less and less coherent.
"Oh, you're adorable...stuttering like that with such a dark and brooding cosmetic set!" Cream giggled, using a "holding back laughter" emote to emphasize her amusement.
"Unless you, uh..." He trailed off, unable to muster the courage to finish his sentence. Curse his social awkwardness, he couldn't even talk to a girl online anonymously!
"Unless I what, hmm? Use your words, dear." Cream interjected coquettishly, walking around him in a circle as her virtual melons jiggled in the cups of her questionably protective cleric "armor."
"Unless you...want...to...join my guild! Y-yeah, I have an invite link I can send you and everything. We could use a talented cleric like you! Ahaha..." The stallion had slid his way out of that situation with unexpectedly practiced grace; she found herself impressed that such a socially awkward guy could pull off a transition like that, but humored him regardless.
"I suppose I could do that...if you're suuure that that's all you want from me~" She purred, shifting her character closer to his with enough femme-fatale flirtiness to make even a combat-trained guardstallion blush.
"Y-yeah! Definitely sure!" He 'eeped' out, once again sounding hilariously meek despite his "dark and brooding" voice-changer.
Cream couldn't help but giggle. "Mmh. You're a cute one...I think I'll keep you." She replied breathily, feeling like a college-age filly with how much her own flirting was starting to stir her loins.
By the gods, she needed to get laid.
Now on her own in the main town and disconnected from voice chat, Cream clicked on the shield-and-sword icon on her UI, which now blinked with an exclamation point.
The "guild" menu was one she'd left unexplored until now, but clicking the invite link from her raid partner had given it a new appearance. Gone was the tattered parchment background with "Join a Guild today, or buy a Guild Creation Kit on our Store!" emblazoned proudly on it in cursive. The name "Blackguard Keep" had replaced the old window title, with a list of online members to her right, various "guild stats" buttons at the top, and what appeared to be a chat menu occupying most of the window. She could see some messages coming in now in reaction to her joining, so she focused her attention there.
G4M3RM0M has joined the guild.
ready2rumbl3: yo @bl4ckp4l4d1n, is @G4M3RM0M the hottie who carried your sorry *** out of that low-tier raid you nearly failed at just now?
bl4ckp4l4d1n: stfu @ready2rumbl3 you know they damage-cap the raidbosses so high-levels can't grind them for resources solo.
pips: Were you raiding with a bunch of newbies who got scared of the boss and left?
bl4ckp4l4d1n: there was some server error. everyone except for me and @G4M3RM0M got dc'd
ready2rumbl3: LOL this game's servers are so *** sometimes ffs
pips: Ah, well, good on you both for 2ing the boss then! That isn't easy. She must be quite good.
bl4ckp4l4d1n: Thanks @pips, at least you've got my back, unlike some people >.>
Cream couldn't help but giggle at the playful banter between her newfound guildmates; she thought she vaguely recognized two of the names as being her son's classmates, but it was probably just a coincidence. The Equinet was a vast place, and plenty of ponies had similar names. Besides, this game had strict rules about not including your real name in your username. Smiling at pips's politeness, Cream quickly typed out a reply.
G4M3RM0M: I appreciate the compliment, pips. I was quite the healer back when I used to play O&O, so this role comes naturally to me.
ready2rumbl3: damn, she plays O&O, too? i think i'm in love
pips: Simmer down @ready2rumbl3, no need to be acting like a creep and scaring away our new cleric.
ready2rumbl3: w/e they're probably just a creepy old dude catfishing us anyways
ready2rumbl3 is now offline.
bl4ckp4l4d1n: @G4M3RM0M don't worry about @ready2rumbl3, he's a bit of a **** but still an infuriatingly good knight so we kinda just keep him around
Cream frowned disappointedly at her screen, not that anyone else was around to see it. If there was one thing she'd learned from her O&O days, it was that an obnoxious group member could easily drive a party apart, no matter how good of a player they were.
pips: He's usually pretty tame, but has a lack of social skills when it comes to the fairer sex.
G4M3RM0M: I don't mind it too much, dears. I've been called worse things in the past.
bl4ckp4l4d1n: if he could hear you in vc instead of hit-and-run insulting you like a little ***** he'd know you were definitely a woman anyways, he's a hotheaded chad just like his older brother
pips: Haha. Too true.
G4M3RM0M: Just because someone is good at a video game doesn't give them the right to be a jerk, though.
bl4ckp4l4d1n: guess you've got a point there
pips: Indeed.
singerbelle is now online.
pips: Oh look, bl4ckp4l4d1n, your girlfriend's on now!
Cream felt a sudden tightness in her chest. Had "bl4ckp4l4d1n" been leading her on, earlier? Online interactions were so terribly complicated sometimes...the advent of the Equinet had made it easier than ever to cheat on your significant other without them noticing.
bl4ckp4l4d1n: psh. that joke is sooo tired from you, pips.
singerbelle: honestly, pips, it stopped being funny after the second or third time...
Cream sighed heavily, the pressure in her chest removed in an instant. But why did that make her feel so relieved? Was she really so infatuated with this player, someone probably young enough to be her son, after playing for just a few hours with him? She was really letting the heady excitement of this new experience, combined with the hormone-heavy onset of estrus, get to her head.
singerbelle: anyway guys, what'd I miss? anything cool happen?
pips: Well, black 2-manned a raid with our newest guild member, @G4M3RM0M.
singerbelle: oh, we have a new member? welcome! you must be pretty talented if you caught the attention of a veteran player like bl4ck.
G4M3RM0M: I've been known to dabble in games over the years...
singerbelle: "over the years"? ooh, are you an older mom who plays online games? that's so cool!
singerbelle: i wish my sister could enjoy them as much as you do. she just calls 'em "dreadfully distasteful" and "unladylike"
singerbelle: it's sooo frustrating
singerbelle: but that's enough about me! i wanna hear more about how you and black met during that raid!
Good grief, this one was quite the chatterbox. How in Celestia's name could she type so quickly? Nobody in the guild could get a word in edgewise...
bl4ckp4l4d1n: Not much to tell, really. M0M is a really good healer and was able to continuously buff me while I just wailed on the boss.
pips: Heh, wait a minute, does that mean she was in your "joke" victory taunt at the end?
G4M3RM0M: ...
bl4ckp4l4d1n: ...okay, in my defense
singerbelle: LOL
pips: oh here we go haha
bl4ckp4l4d1n: i honestly forgot about it being my m+f killtaunt because girl gamers are so rare
singerbelle: hey, I'm here too, aren't I?
bl4ckp4l4d1n: both of us know I don't mean anything by it, so it's kinda different...
pips: Whatever you say m8, whatever you say.
A moment of silence later...
pips: Sooo, when are you going to invite us to the wedding?
singerbelle: omc pip xD
bl4ckp4l4d1n: bruh
bl4ckp4l4d1n: it's not like that, why do you do this with every girl I meet on here? even @singerbelle!
pips: Hey, I'm not judging even if it is like that, bruv. Love's love. I'm sure you could even get the devs to chip in on an ingame one if you asked, it's great advertising!
G4M3RM0M: I don't even know what to say...
In front of her computer, Cream found herself blushing fiercely as she twirled her mane with her finger in thought. 'Such scandalous behavior...the girls would never let me live it down if I got into a relationship with some young stallion I met in an online game...oh, and what would Button think...'
She felt her long-dormant loins start to stir as her thoughts brought up old memories of her heady, free-flowing college days...though that one time she ended up with the spearpoint of an O&O figurine stuck into her asscheek after trying to have sex on the tabletop was one she'd much rather forget. Alcohol did strange things to a pony.
pips: Sorry for laying it on a little thick. I mean well, I really do.
G4M3RM0M: You don't even think it's weird that I'm probably old enough to be any of your mothers?
pips: I certainly won't judge, though some ponies might. They can sod off, though. Besides, some ponies our age are into older mares...
bl4ckp4l4d1n: PIP STOP
pips: Relax m8, your mommy fetish is safe with me. Oh wait.
* singerbelle giggles *
bl4ckp4l4d1n: DUDE, WHYYY
pips: Because I am an agent of Discord! Mwahahaha!
Cream stifled another bit of laughter at bl4ck's expense, even as her face heated up from her increasingly straying thoughts. The thought that the young stallion might be attracted to her was one that sent butterflies through her stomach; an airy sensation the likes of which she hadn't felt in a very long time. Why, with quarantine being what it was, he'd be even more randy and pent-up than she felt, from those rampaging young-adult hormones of his. Oh, to be a young mare again...
The coming days with her newfound online friend group, a generation removed from her and yet united in their shared enthusiasm for video games, would prove to be very interesting indeed...she couldn't wait to see what they would bring.
Later that night, after participating in an inaugural "welcome to the guild" group raid with bl4ckp4l4d1n and the other members, Cream and her mysterious companion had exchanged Harmony usernames and started contacting each other in private messages.
Catalyzed by her heat making her more suggestible and flirty, and his own flirtiness and obvious romantic interest, Cream felt emboldened enough to take charge of the conversation...
G4M3RM0M: Oh, this has all been delightfully exciting, but...I'm sure you wouldn't actually want to do anything with someone as old as me.
bl4ckp4l4d1n: maybe I like a player with a bit more experience. know what i mean?
G4M3RM0M: I think I do, cutie. You want some raiding tips? Maybe a guide on how to get into the secret chamber on the lower floor?
bl4ckp4l4d1n: can't you just tell me a cheat code?
G4M3RM0M: No, I think finding the path for yourself is much more...rewarding. You won't unlock the special ending if you use a cheat code.
bl4ckp4l4d1n: maybe you're right. but that dungeon is probably too high level for me anyway...more experienced raiders could do it a lot better.
After several seconds of silence, during which Button became increasingly nervous at the lack of a response from his potential new paramour, he was stunned into inaction - aside from the thick, dark-brown horsecock that twitched to life beneath the fabric of his boxers - as a gorgeous tableau of bared fur filled his screen. She'd sent him a photo...and it was one Tartarus of a treat!
It only depicted the salacious older woman from the neck to the waist, preserving her anonymity for now, but what a view! A low-cut, black cashmere sweater put a vast valley of creamy-beige cleavage on display, to an extent that would've been considered indecent in any public place. The edges of her broad pink areolae peeked out of the low cut of her sweater, and it would've only taken a brief tug for that struggling clothing to release those huge, heavy, perfectly palm-able breasts from their woefully insufficient imprisonment. A sly, self-satisfied smirk peeked in from the top of the frame, a delicate and pouty pink pair of lips framing her devious grin.
Button was so incredibly distracted by the vision of creamy, matronly perfection that dominated his screen, that he almost didn't notice when a new message came in beneath the delicious, candid, slightly low-res cleavage shot.
G4M3RM0M: The dungeon is more forgiving to low-level players than you would think. I can show you just how lenient it can be~
bl4ckp4l4d1n: i umm bl4ckp4l4d1n: celestia DAMN you're hot
G4M3RM0M: Charming. :P G4M3RM0M: I suppose we're dropping the cheesy "gamer flirting," then?
bl4ckp4l4d1n: ma'am, with all due respect bl4ckp4l4d1n: the fact you're somehow still single is a crime against equestria bl4ckp4l4d1n: i can barely even string a sentence together after seeing those puppies, let alone flirt
G4M3RM0M: Oh, please don't call me "ma'am", it makes me feel like an old maid. And, well, me being single usually has more to do with my dates spending the evening drooling over my cleavage instead of actually bringing anything interesting to a potential relationship...
bl4ckp4l4d1n: shit bl4ckp4l4d1n: way to make a guy feel called out, damn, me and my big mouth
G4M3RM0M: Oh, don't feel too bad, I did bait you into that one! Haha.
bl4ckp4l4d1n: yea i guess that's true lol
G4M3RM0M: And besides...you're different from them. Usually, even when a guy can get past his innate desire to ogle my breasts, whenever I mention that I'm a single mom...they usually find a way to "excuse themselves to the restroom" and bolt out the door when they think I won't notice. I don't even want to know what they'd think now, if I had to mention I played online video games. Something about mares being into "stallion hobbies" intimidates them, I suppose.
bl4ckp4l4d1n: damn, that's fucked up. girl gamers are SUPER attractive.
G4M3RM0M: I mean, really, I'm a mother for Celestia's sake. I know when someone is trying hard not to be noticed. If they're afraid of commitment, then the least they can do is be upfront about it and not act like some timid schoolcolt. Immaturity is a massive turn-off.
bl4ckp4l4d1n: does every mom have that sixth sense? i swear it's like my mom's got eyes in the back of her head sometimes.
G4M3RM0M: Wow, bringing up your mom on the first date? Maybe you are a little too immature for me after all...
bl4ckp4l4d1n: a dm counts as a date? bl4ckp4l4d1n: news to me, haven't we been playing and talking together in deridia for a few weeks now?
G4M3RM0M: It does once I've shown you my tits, bub. Welcome to the post-PONID dating experience.
bl4ckp4l4d1n: ...ah bl4ckp4l4d1n: so uhh, I guess now that you've shown me yours, i should show you mine? ;P
G4M3RM0M: Well, if a young stud like you is offering, I suppose I can't say no...
'Oh jeeze, am I really about to do this? What if Rumble is right and this really is some creepy old dude catfishing younger guys?' Button thought to himself, although clearly his body was already on autopilot to fulfill her request even as he considered the validity of it. He'd already grabbed his phone off of his desk and started fiddling with the hem of his boxers, struggling to unleash the rampaging ramrod of flesh that had sprung from his loins the moment that this unbelievably hot gamer MILF had sexted him her cleavage. The promise of deepening his relationship with this older mare was more than enough to override any potential second thoughts.
With a grunt of mixed exertion and discomfort, his stiffened, throbbing tool finally escaped its confinement, thudding heavily against the underside of his computer desk. A little more finagling allowed it to rise above the edge of his desk and within full view of his phone camera, a towering minaret of youthful virility that would surely be large enough to deepen the mare's interest by its sight alone. His dark, weighty, overfull orbs rested heavily against the cushion of his seat, and he gripped the base of his thick cock with one hand - his fingers unable to do a full circle around his immense girth - and aimed it at the camera imploringly.
A simulated shutterclick echoed loudly through his room as he snapped a quick photo of himself, made sure his face and room surroundings weren't too visible, and hit Send.
G4M3RM0M: ...DAMN, okay! Now that, I could work with~"
bl4ckp4l4d1n: you can "work" with it? c'mon, babe, I just know I can reach allll the way inside you...
G4M3RM0M: Mmh, fuck, yeah you would. You make my toys look like toothpicks.
bl4ckp4l4d1n: there's no substitute for the real thing.
Another pic popped up on Button's chat client, and it nearly had the poor boy drooling all over himself.
It was an awkward angle due to being "blind fired," but Button could still clearly see his online paramour's curvy, freckled asscheeks spilling out of the top of a pulled-down pair of mom jeans, those glorious glutes squishing into her desk as she stared enticingly over her shoulder at the camera's eye. Button could scarcely comprehend the immensity of what he was seeing; the skinny young mares that were most popular on clopsites had nothing on the mature, breeding-proven body of a top-tier MILF.
A hint of pink visible on her flanks teased him with the possibilities of her cutie mark - did this hot momma have a pink-heart cutie mark in seduction? Because she certainly had the special talent for it...he thought he might start swooning in his seat! The creamy tone of her fur, that silky brown tail nestled teasingly between her thick asscheeks...the familiar color combination had both his brain and his loins screaming at him for attention, though it only took a moment for whatever his brain was trying to tell him to be beaten into submission.
The hand still firmly gripping his base started to glide up and down the underside of his length, drawing a shuddering moan past his lips as a splatter of pre leapt from his tip and cascaded down onto his hand in a waterfall of virility.
bl4ckp4l4d1n: your ass is incredible, but I just know it'd look better with every gorgeous inch bared...
G4M3RM0M: Oh, shush. You know I rock these mom jeans.
bl4ckp4l4d1n: oh, you do, and that ass squishing into denim is a sight I'll be burning into my memory forever, but
G4M3RM0M: But(t)?
bl4ckp4l4d1n: it'd look even better jiggling against my hips while I'm railing the ever-loving Tartarus out of your soft, huggable, fuckable mom-bod.
G4M3RM0M: Damn, bp. Even though that's some of the cheesiest dirty talk I've ever heard, it's still making me so hot...
bl4ckp4l4d1n: oh, yeah?
G4M3RM0M: Knowing that a hung young stud like you, who could have any mare he wants once he whips that monster out...knowing that you still desire an old mare like me is incredibly erotic. My heat isn't helping matters, either.
Button had to reel back in his chair at that revelation, his left hand speeding up the pace of his self-stroking as his interest in the mare skyrocketed. Biting back a moan as his strokes hit a sweet spot around his sensitive medial ring, he clumsily typed a one-handed reply as pre continued to fountain from his tip.
bl4ckp4l4d1n: ...heat? 👀
G4M3RM0M: Hey now, don't go getting any ideas...just because my ovaries are screaming bloody murder at my brain doesn't mean I'll just go along with anything you want like some desperately horny trollop. You're better off not enabling that sort of behavior from mares, anyway. Attracts the wrong kind of girls.
bl4ckp4l4d1n: sooo...railing you is off the table, then?
G4M3RM0M: I said I wouldn't go along with just anything...everyone has fetishes they won't tolerate. Personally, railing me off the table sounds fun to me. 😈
bl4ckp4l4d1n: celestia damn, somepony's eager.
G4M3RM0M: 😘
bl4ckp4l4d1n: a/s/l?
G4M3RM0M: Seriously? What are you, a high-schooler? G4M3RM0M sighs G4M3RM0M: You're lucky that you're hot, hung, and good at video games. 43/F/Ponyville.
Button thought his heart might explode out of his chest. That was the same town he lived in, and somehow the fact that she was the same age as his mom just made this digital tryst that much hotter.
bl4ckp4l4d1n: hey, small world. I live in ponyville too. 24/M.
G4M3RM0M: Mmh, now you're giving me ideas...
bl4ckp4l4d1n: you wanna...?
G4M3RM0M: Ooh, it's so tempting, it really is. I could get split open by that beast all night~! But I don't want to risk my son finding out about us.
bl4ckp4l4d1n: oh yeah, why's that
G4M3RM0M: Boys can get so very jealous when their mother gets into a relationship. I don't want it to drive another wedge between us because our relationship is already so strained...
Button mulled that over and it didn't take long for him to begrudgingly agree. His own relationship with his mother was pretty well-worn, and even the thought of her being with some random stallion sent a flicker of burning jealousy and anger through him.
bl4ckp4l4d1n: quarantine hitting the two of you hard, then?
G4M3RM0M: Oh, you don't know the half of it, dear...or maybe you're in a similar situation with your own mother, I suppose. As nice as it is to stay home together, if anything it's caused us to grow further apart into our own social bubbles. Honestly, this whole "online gaming" thing is new territory for me. I grew up with the JoyBoy and Coltequovision, not the crazy VR things they're coming up with nowadays.
bl4ckp4l4d1n: yeah, that situation sounds familiar. i've played my mom's old joyboy now and then. i do have an appreciation for the classics...in multiple ways...
G4M3RM0M: Aww! Flattery will get you many places, dear.
bl4ckp4l4d1n: women just get better with age, I've got no interest in a superficial, vain schoolfilly when I could be screwing our teacher over her desk instead.
G4M3RM0M: Mmh, we could set something up there and find a way to meet, if you want...that does sound really hot. Ever fantasized about fucking Cheerilee?
bl4ckp4l4d1n: gods, haven't I. she was one of my biggest crushes growing up, but you could probably ask any colt in town and they'd tell you the same.
G4M3RM0M: I suppose her friendly and accommodating demeanor is endearing, but she doesn't strike me as the type of mare to jeopardize her career over a hot, sweaty, ride-of-a-lifetime tryst with a former student...even if they've got a bludgeon like yours attached to them.
bl4ckp4l4d1n: damn, way to bring things back down to earth. i hate that you're right but it doesn't make me want her any less. forbidden fruit, y'know?
G4M3RM0M: The allure of taboo can be addictive, I'd agree. Any other older mares you've had your eye on?
bl4ckp4l4d1n: umm. my mom.
That got Cream's attention pretty fast. Allure of taboo, indeed! Her mind raced at the implications - contrary to many non-pony races like minotaurs, incestuous relationships were fairly normal in Equestrian society, but many preferred not to discuss it openly. Even though it was mostly accepted, with each pony race having their own reasons for doing it, there was still an undeniable shock-value to learning that a strapping young stallion like him had the hots for their own dam. How could she ever hope to compete with bl4ck's love for his mother, the strongest of all emotional bonds?
Was she just a stand-in for a mother who was unreceptive to the idea of giving all of herself to her son? A desperate imitation of the real thing, to cope with his true desires being unattainable?
G4M3RM0M: Wow. Go big or go home, I suppose. G4M3RM0M: bl4ck, I need to know. What is this? What are we? Are you just using me as a stand-in because you can't be with your mother?
bl4ckp4l4d1n: uhm. maybe? I guess I'd never thought about why I was so into older women before, but I guess my mom is to blame. you are an amazing mare and I'd be honored to be with you regardless of any feelings I have for my mom, though.
G4M3RM0M: I must admit, I thought that question might make you run off, but I'm glad you're so mature and aware of your feelings. I love a guy who's in touch with himself.
bl4ckp4l4d1n: what's that, you love a guy who touches himself? here...
Hastily, so as not to jeopardize his comedic timing, he held his phone camera facing him and captured a quick video of his hand gliding across his throbbing mare-splitter.
It was only after he hit send that he realized his sloppy phone-holding had left his face in the video near the end.
Cream slapped a juices-coated hand to her mouth as the face of the strapping young stallion she'd been sexting was finally revealed.
The room felt like it was starting to spin. Her face lit up in an increasingly large blush the longer she stared at the looping video, unable to process the fact that the absolute monster of a dick that she'd been drooling and damn near fisting herself over for the past several minutes was her son's.
And that he was probably getting himself off to those candid pics of her thick, sexy body, too...just down the hall from her, in his room. She'd thought he'd been unusually quiet tonight, and now she knew the reason. Her.
G4M3RM0M: wHAT?! G4M3RM0M: BUTTON?!
Button's eyes widened, a pit forming in his stomach as his jerking motions froze immediately. He knew his name, how could she...even...
Tan coat. Brown mane. Lives in Ponyville. Same age as his mom.
'Ohh crap.'
Button only had a moment to tuck his unwieldy, stiff, pre-coated cock back into his boxers before his mother charged into his room and slammed the door behind her, an unreadable expression on her face as Button whirled in his seat to face her. The two of them were equally disheveled, hastily redressed into the bare minimum of decency following what both of them knew the other had been doing moments before. Cream's eyes kept wandering down to the heavy tube of flesh that strained visibly at the thin material of her son's hopelessly outclassed boxers, her mind's eye constantly flashing back to images burned into her brain by lust; every hot, tense, pent-up inch of that young, studly prick standing tall in Button's message, and the heady, irresistible scent of his musk from his laundry. A musk that, she now realized, had utterly filled his room from his interrupted bout of self-pleasuring, sending her hormone-driven instincts into such a frenzy that she could feel herself starting to cramp and wink with sheer need.
Her brain screamed at her to run, to escape the screaming banshee of fertility that would only gather in strength the longer she remained there...but she had ignored its wants for so long that now, freshly unleashed, it was far too powerful to stop. She loved her son, and would do anything for him - just as he would do anything for her. She only had to hope that "anything" included the intimacy and companionship that she had been deprived of for so long until now.
Words tickled Button's throat as she slowly began to approach him in a hip-wiggling strut, an impish and unbelievably hot smirk on her face as she closed the distance.
"M-m-mom, I just-" The stuttered beginning to some halfhearted excuse for his behavior died the moment that his mother darted forward and locked lips with him, the pair's eyes sliding shut as they reveled in the fulfillment of their raging sexual tension.
Their disengagement was much slower and more sensual; less hurried, now that Cream had gotten the point across that his youthful, selfish desire for every part of her was not just accepted, but welcomed.
The ancient Equestrian laws, even if few referenced them and fewer still even remembered they existed, were still thoroughly in effect today...not that either pony cared at this point. If the young colt's sire was no longer willing or capable of satisfying the dam's needs, then it was the colt's right - nay, his duty - to see to it that all of her needs were met in his sire's absence. This "breeding right" was largely archaic now, a relic of an era where mortality rates were higher and life expectancies shorter, but...whether he knew it or not, Button fully intended to exercise that right tonight, and Cream was more than willing to let him.
"You don't have to say anything more, my poor, pent-up son. I'm sorry that I let both of us stew in such agonizing tension for so long...let me make it up to you." Cream said huskily in his ear, before sliding herself down until she was kneeling in front of his chair with his crotch at eye-level.
"Oh, shit..." Button panted, seeing the writing on the wall for where this was headed and definitely liking the idea. He lifted his hips out of his seat a bit as Cream hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, slowly dragging them down his waist as if she were teasing open a birthday present. Her eyes got wider and wider - and her jaw lower and lower - as each girthy inch of his stiff length was revealed, the waistband still not releasing its hold even as the exposed flesh surpassed a foot in length. A few inches later, and fifteen or so inches of steel-hard, studly endowment finally freed itself, whipping upwards in an arc that deposited a fat dollop of milky pre onto Cream's nostrils as it swung up and meatily smacked against its owner's abs.
"By Celestia's fat fucking tits, Sweetie Belle is a moron for not grabbing onto this damn thing and never letting go..." She whimpered in astonishment, the musky odor of the pre that coated her nose nearly making her brain short-circuit from sheer desire. She planted her snout greedily into his heavy, churning cumsacs, which twitched and pulsed with virility beneath her desperately eager attentions. Heart-shaped pupils rolled into the back of her head as Button comfortingly pet her mane, eager to reward her for submitting herself to him so eagerly. She greedily inhaled his heady, cloying musk as her tongue lapped eagerly at his nuts, lathering him in her saliva as her taste buds buzzed with his erotic flavor.
"Mmh, I'd almost forgotten the taste of a stallion..." She panted out between fervent lappings and licks as she stared up into Button's eyes, the sheer lust and devotion in them, mixed with motherly pride and admiration, sending an excited shiver down his spine. Her tongue drew upwards, massaging the underside of his length in a firm, continuous lick that made his legs shiver in pure, unrestrained ecstasy.
Button leaned back in his gaming chair as her lips caressed his glans, teasing the rim of his thick flare as she gazed needily and lovingly up at him. Her eyes slid closed as his head tilted back, breaking eye contact and allowing her to focus as she brought her long-dormant talents to bear on her son's steel-hard dick. One hand gripped at his muscled hip for purchase as her other gripped him around his base just behind his ring, her fingers utterly incapable of encircling that girthy root. It still gave her enough control over the situation for her to sink the top few inches of his length into her hot, tight, accommodating throat, an obscene bulge forming in her neck from the sheer size of Button's endowment.
She moaned like a strumpet around her son's cock as it throbbed in her throat, bucking against its clenching confines as it deposited its first thick, salty gout of pre right into her esophagus. Button could feel his toes curling and vision going white as more and more of his fat fuckstick disappeared into his mother's warm, loving maw, the tightening knot of orgasm already beginning to build in his core as he ran his fingers through her vanilla-scented mocha mane. The warm, comforting, homely aroma of her shampoo and natural scent intermixed with a thick, cloying undercurrent of spicy cinnamon, brewing a confusing mixture of familial and erotic love within him that was threatening to overflow in the most literal way possible.
Every moan she made rattled Button to his core, the vibrations doing far more to drive him closer to the edge than any sex-toy simulacrum could ever hope to match. He felt his balls start to tighten and clench as fizzling sparks of ecstasy tickled at his brain, before, with a reflexive upward buck of his hips and a guttural whinny of pleasure, he unleashed himself into Cream's loving, wanting throat.
"Unh, oh f-fuck!" Button swore through clenched teeth as he felt himself flare in her throat, the thick bulge of his cock in her throat becoming obscenely visible as his widened head properly tested her limits. Said limits were tested even further when Button slung one leg across her back and pulled her in more firmly, allowing him to slide himself the tiniest bit deeper as his pulsing battering-ram of lustful flesh assaulted her defenses.
Her nostrils flared in desperation for air, but found none as his heavy pulses continued to blast every milliliter of his release directly into her stomach with reckless, endorphin-fueled abandon. After what seemed like an eon, Button's thick emissions tapered off to a trickle as Cream continued to massage his underside with her tongue as best she could. A bloated feeling rose in her gut, the heavy weight of the load in her belly settling like a warm meal even as it gave her a slight paunch.
Her heart-shaped pupils gazed lovingly into Button's own panting, derp-eyed, glassy stare as she drew herself upwards off of his length, interrupted by a pleasured yelp that gave him one last bolt of post-coital pleasure as an errant spurt bathed her maw in his flavors, finally giving Cream her first real taste of her son. And she loved it...both for its taste, and the colt - nay, the stallion - it was from.
They separated with a sucking pop, Cream taking a moment to savor his essence like a fine wine before gulping it down with a breathy, satisfied ahh. She displayed her impressive oral feat to him proudly, eyes shining with lust and adoring devotion while she showed off her clean maw. Without wasting another moment, Cream shakily got to her feet and stumbled over to Button's bed, flopping down onto it face-up as she shamelessly fingered herself before him. Swollen and reddened, her aching cunny leaked steadily onto his bedspread as she gripped part of his sheets and brought them to her nose. The smell they contained was potent; concentrated, heavy, unmistakably male. Staring intently into her son's enraptured eyes as she withdrew her fingers from her sopping-wet slit, she crooked her finger at him imploringly while licking her lips.
"Mmh, Button, please...Mommy's heat is killing her, just make it go away..." Cream moaned in desperation, the hand that had once been gripping his sheets now groping and squeezing at one of her own sweater-covered, milk-leaking breasts as she openly fingered herself through her unbuttoned jeans on his bed.
Any inkling of Button's exhaustion, any hint of a falter in his rampant sexual energy, evaporated in an instant the moment that his mother made such an indecent, scandalous request of him. Without wasting any time, Button clambered onto his bed, his stiff length swinging heavily beneath him as his hefty orbs swayed with untold volumes of seed just waiting to be unleashed - to be deposited, lovingly and enthusiastically, into a mare who he'd establish a life, love, and legacy with. That that mare might be his mother made no difference to him; she loved and adored him, certainly not in a way most mares would love their sons, but in a pure and all-consuming way nonetheless. Even now, the two ponies felt their hearts race as they gazed into the other's eyes, blood rushing in their ears as their stares mutually wandered across the other's body. What else could that be but love, a sign of a deep and intense connection that transcended description?
Potential ramifications be damned - if it was right for the young, strapping stallions of ancient Equestrian society to consummate and elevate the strongest bond known to ponykind into a romantic, deeply fulfilling, and unabashedly erotic relationship, then it sure as Tartarus was right for Button Mash, too.
His mother's heavy sweater-stretchers had been the subject of his fantasies more often than anything else - his obsession with those soft, squishy, milk-filled globes that played such a large role in his early development having all its barriers battered down by her open invitation to grope and suckle them; to give them the level of worship that her gloriously hefty, life-giving bosom demanded of him.
Scarcely wasting any time, Button gripped the hem of her woolen garment and pulled upwards until it rested bunched-up at her shoulders, then buried his face shamelessly between those milky mountains as his steel-hard, spit-slickened member throbbed and spattered pre insistently against her soft belly. Her tight, flattering mom jeans met a similar fate as they were slipped down her legs and thrown to the floor next to his bed. His tongue quickly gathered up her firm, rubbery nipple in his maw as long-dormant coltish instincts surged to the forefront, her milk filling his belly with warm contentment and a fresh surge of stamina. "Mmh...oh Button! That's it, drink all of mommy's milk...it's yours, it always has been...it was just waiting for you to come back to me..." She panted silkenly in his ear as he felt her legs wrap around his back, assuring no escape from his mother's loving and all-giving embrace - not that the colt ever wanted to leave it!
Pulling his hips back, Button prodded cautiously at Cream's entrance with his thick, knobbled flare, testing the waters as their mutual anticipation skyrocketed, overflowing like a tsunami as both of them found it impossible to resist the temptation any longer - his hips snapped forward in concert with hers, sinking himself into his place of origin amid a crescendo of satisfied moans and groans in a single, monolithic, life-changing moment that felt as if it lasted forever, yet had passed in the briefest of moments.
Button's lips pulled from her leaking teat and lunged up at his mother's gasping maw in a desperate surge of emotion, their tongues meeting each other in their first true kiss as lovers as the taste of her own milk filled her mouth, swishing between them and leaking out in trails down their chins through the imperfect connection. His length sank deeper and deeper into her, plumbing its way into her wanton, clenching depths as her plush labia caressed every inch of his thick tool as it entered. Her wide hips wiggled and shuddered beneath his, making the springs of his mattress creak as her legs clenched harder around his waist and her fingers scraped trails down his back. Her plush breasts compressed firmly into his bare chest, covering him in her milk in stark white patterns that squished wetly between them.
He hadn't even sunk himself fully into her, and already she felt so deliciously stuffed by his dense battering ram of youthful vigor, already spreading her wider and deeper than any other stallion she'd ever lain with, even the one who'd created him.
With a muffled pop, the dull slap of their hips finally meeting, and the heavy thud of his fat nuts against her clit, Cream moaned deeply into their intense Prench kiss as Button finally hilted himself as deep inside her as he could ever reach. The bump of his cockhead just barely nudged the opening of her cervix, and his broad girth stretched her deliciously wide but not painfully so - in other words, an utterly perfect fit, as if the two of them were fated to fit together like a key in a lock.
That beautiful, perfect thought drove her over the edge instantly, a hot flare of ecstasy that sent her eyes into the back of her head and her walls aflutter as her tongue went still in Button's mouth, unable to reciprocate while her brain short-circuited and fired on all cylinders at once. A strained groan left Button's throat as he struggled not to empty himself into his mother's womb, his humping falling still as he rode out the relentless, crashing waves of her orgasm, every inch of her steaming-hot insides rippling, clenching, and pulsing around him as her walls begged and milked him desperately for the thick, virile seed that her body knew he had stored up for her. Her thick, vanilla-and-cinnamon flood filled his senses as it flowed like a river around the place of their union, sure to indelibly soak his sheets and mark his place of rest with his mom's most intimate of scents.
The muted plaps of fur on fur evolved into wet, messy schlicks and slaps as Cream's orgasm died down, and Button resumed thrusting as he broke off the kiss, panting and gasping for air as the two of them stared into each other's loving, lust-addled eyes. "Mmh, baby, yes! Fucking fill me, Button honey! I need your love so much...it's so deep and so big inside me, I think I'm losing my-ahhh!" Her panting, lust-addled demands trailed into a shocked gasp as Button really started going to town, burying his face in her shoulder as he furiously thrust himself into her, so vigorously that she lost track of where one thrust ended and the other began. He'd rarely heard his mother swear before, and the loss of her inhibitions because of him was enough to finally drive him to his peak.
With a heavy snort into her ear and a deep whinny of dominance, Button slammed himself balls-deep one last time as the first bulge of his load strained against her entrance like a stepped-on garden hose. Her nails dug deep into Button's back as the tension continued to build, until, as his lips locked with hers once more, the dammed flood unleashed.
Masculine groans and grunts blended with feminine pants and screams as his essence blasted through her cervix and splattered into the back wall of her most sacred, fertile depths with enough force to send her careening over the edge once again. Every nerve in her body vibrated with erotic energy as she clenched and milked at his length in rhythm with his pumps, drawing every last drop out of those clenching, twitching nuts that rested against her entrance with enough efficiency to make Button rhythmically thrust to match her rhythm.
Her relentless sex drive purred like a contented lioness as its nearly two-decade drought was finally appeased. Her slightly chubby, matronly belly pushed out against Button's abs insistently as her womb swelled with her son's comfortingly warm seed, their tight embrace grinding and humping against one another in a scalding-hot knot of primal passion as son bred mother.
Nopony else would ever be enough for the two of them, now - not when a mutual love so whole, intense, and passionate was shared so completely between them. They had been inseparable as mother and son, but the bond between them now was as everlasting and durable as forged manasteel. The spirits of ancient Equestrian couples smiled down upon their union, the intensity and instinctual rightness of such a primal pairing reaffirmed in the modern age, even if nopony else but them would ever know.
That moaning, quivering, shifting knot of flesh finally stilled, the bedsprings issuing one last cry of protest as Button slackened atop her, their locked lips separating once again as they gazed into each other's eyes. Little needed to be said, then; the two simply basking in the ecstatic, heart-pounding, head-fuzzying afterglow as they snuggled into each other. Button remained hard as diamond inside her despite reaching his second orgasm, his youthful energy proving him to be utterly insatiable once his urges were given an outlet. An involuntary, contagious shudder rolled through the two of them whenever one twitched hard against the other, the thickness of his length keeping her well-and-truly plugged.
"I love you...so very much, Button..." Cream whispered to him, running her fingers through his mane as she basked in the warm contentment of her filling.
"Mmh...I love you too, mom. Cream." Button corrected himself quickly, a thrill of rebellious unfamiliarity tickling his brain. Even though she was his mother, the one woman who'd been a constant in his life from the very beginning, her actual name felt unfamiliar on his tongue...casual, improper, intimate. But it fit what was sure to be the new normal for them in the weeks, months, and untold years to come - a complex, inter-generational romance of overflowing love that built upon, and yet wholly transcended, the typical bonds between a mother and her child.
But, at that moment, neither of them would've had it any other way.
Some months later...
"Dodge h-his attacks moooore, guys, c-c'mon..." Button groaned into the mic through clenched teeth, doing his absolute best to focus on the raid even as his vision blurred and head spun with ecstasy.
"What d'you think I'm bloody doin', you nonce?!" Came the reply from pips, his frustration plainly audible as he was downed by the boss for the Nth time that night.
"Oh f-fuck!" Button swore, one hand reaching beneath his desk as his hips jerked in his seat. Conveniently, his outburst didn't merit an explanation, as the boss had utterly annihilated his health bar with a charged attack while he was distracted.
A mature giggle vibrated around his throbbing tool, twin milk-slickened mammaries mercilessly massaging his length as Cream fellated the top few inches of his dick reverently. Button lovingly caressed her mane with one hand as the other did its absolute best to fly across his keyboard and occasionally nudge his mouse, relentlessly circle-strafing the boss in an attempt to avoid its attacks while the rest of the guild continued to press onward against the giant, draconic-looking monster.
"Mmh, that's it, my sexy paladin...keep hitting that boss, you're almost at the climax." Cream purred, pressing her heavy globes more insistently around his throbbing base as his balls pulled up to the underside of her rack, swinging up into her jiggling mounds of flesh with faint, milk-dampened slaps. "Coat me in it, baby...I need to feel your love all over me..." She whispered, below the level that Button's still-hot mic could pick up. His breathing came hotter and heavier into the mic as his eyes unfocused, and the onset of his orgasm struck him like a lightning bolt in a raging storm.
His free hand balled into a fist that slammed loudly into the top of his desk, a heavy huff of exertion mixed with a domineering, angered whinny as his first thickened, virile gout of release splattered into his mother's relentlessly and ravenously hungry maw. Once again this outburst was well-disguised by the events of the game, as his character was felled yet again by one of the boss's savage attacks.
"Damn dude, you're really having a bad time today, huh?" singerbelle said, mirth audible in her voice as she only partially withheld her giggling. That humor was cut short as she, too, was squashed flat by the boss the very next moment. "Ugh! Who the hell balanced this fight?! This is bullshit!" She swore, any trace of laughter swiftly replaced by aggravation.
Button scarcely even heard his female guild member's comment as his legs wrapped around Cream's shoulders and his hands gripped the edge of his desk hard enough to make the wood creak. Forcing his mare-splitter neck-deep into her clenching, bulging esophagus, each thick spurt was fed directly into her stomach as the young stallion, now utterly lost to the world and subsumed into his own lusts, completely ignored the game.
His legs slackened from around Cream's back as his orgasm continued, allowing her to quickly dredge his fountaining length from her throat as it bucked, twitched, and throbbed, splattering its payload across her tits in a salty-sweet smear of virility and fertility in equal measure; one which Cream eagerly lapped up from her fur even as her son continued to streak her face with his seed. Trails of his release ran down her neck, chest, and belly in stark white lines, staking a further claim on her swollen midsection even as it burgeoned heavily with nascent life.
Before Button could even fully appreciate the tantalizing sight of his pregnant paramour, front glazed in a stark white mixture of their fluids, Cream shifted positions beneath the desk, and the show she gave him nearly made him dislocate his own jaw from ogling.
Her bodacious, matronly, freckled, impressively firm ass and knockout set of hips had been the subject of many fantasies both before and since the start of their deepened relationship, but the second pregnancy of her life had only refined her droolworthy curves. A pair of head-sized, back-straining milk jugs rested heavily on her chest, leaking constant trickles of milk into whatever she wore, while her hips and ass were so utterly captivating to gaze upon that Button found himself drooling like an idiot even now, unable to find the words to describe how much he craved her lower half.
From the way her drooling slit was presented to him, reddened and taut and hungry, Button knew he needn't waste any time with foreplay - and with a double-palmed grip on her hefty flanks, pulled her towards him as his own hips surged forward into her wanton, aching tunnel.
He'd had to start taking stamina-boosting supplements more and more as her pregnancy progressed - it seemed as if every pent-up desire of hers had just been waiting for the right key to be unlocked, and it turned out that a flood of pregnancy hormones had been the key. Now that Button had opened that Pandora's Box of horniness, he wasn't sure whether he wanted it close or not! She was like a mare possessed, a starving succubus in the shape of his mother who relentlessly coaxed more and more from his aching nuts, in her body's apparent hope of becoming more pregnant despite such a thing being functionally impossible.
Those irresistibly thick, twin mountains of ass slammed down onto Button's hips with the resounding applause of flesh-on-flesh, a groan of eye-rolling ecstasy sounding out from underneath the desk as Cream couldn't help but vocalize her pleasure. Fatty flanks rippled and swayed like a waterbed before his very eyes, leading him to swat each with firm spanks while she shuddered against him, depths fully impaled save for the bit that couldn't quite reach through the heavy globes of her glutes.
The pale brown freckles dotted haphazardly across her rear danced and swayed in sensual patterns that his eyes tracked with a devotion that neared religious levels. Every inch of his dear mother was perfect, both inside and out, and every intimate moment he spent with her only reinforced this fact. Even with those stamina supplements, no male could ever resist the appeal of such a view for long - though for Cream, she was so sensitive that he barely even needed to try to get her off during these sweaty, spontaneous, ravenous midday romps.
A thought that solidified itself in reality rather timely; with a sudden squeal of climax that definitely came across over the mic, Cream clamped down on him like a greedy milking-machine - almost literally pulling another load from him with the sheer, tangible force of her desire alone.
His back arched forward until his forehead bumped the desk, muscles going haywire as every effort in his body narrowed to the laser focus of emptying himself into this ravenously willing mare ceaselessly milking his cock. Groaning in ecstasy as he swatted her across the ass one last time, Button pushed forward and held himself there as he blew the latest of countless loads into his face-down, ass-up paramour. Her belly swelled gradually with his load until it overcame the seal that his girth provided around her tight entrance and splattered to the floor beneath them in a messy stream of their mixed essences, the plug that sealed away her cervix leaving it nowhere else to go but out.
Cream went slack as her head hit the floor, a puddle of drool forming near her maw as she softly caressed her belly, humming softly in contentment.
"Uhh, hey bro, ya think ya could stop dicking your marefriend long enough to help us finish this? Super rude. And gross." ready2rumbl3 piped up, a mixture of annoyance and bemusement evident in his tone as his pegasus rogue character delivered a flying kick to the boss's scaly face.
"Oh, thank Celestia! I thought I was gonna have to be the one to tell him. You really know how to make a filly jealous, Black. Damn." singerbelle added, a sly giggle leaving her lips as Button remained awkwardly silent, not sure how to even respond. He tore his eyes away from his mom's cum-stuffed crevice long enough to focus back on the game he'd abandoned, and stuttered out a brief apology before hopping back into the fray.
With a chorus of triumphant whoops and cheers, it seems Button had joined back in just long enough to see the end of the fight; the boss thrashed around as the last of his health bar faded away, victorious fanfare playing as a list of rewards and an after-action status report scrolled across their screens.
"Sooo..." pips began, obviously leading into one of his usual quips - and the Trottingham-accented lad was never one to disappoint. "I'm guessing that means the wedding's on, then?"
"PIIIIPS!" The group chorused disappointedly, though none of them could hold back the contagious wave of laughter at his remark. Even Button couldn't help but chuckle self-deprecatingly.
"Some of my best mates are on the dev team...I could pull some strings, shine some horseshoes. Just say the word and I'll do my damnedest to make it happen. You and Gamermom will be making game industry headlines!" pips continued excitedly; everyone in the group he could tell he was literally vibrating in his chair at this point with excitement.
A brief shock of fear ran through him as he gazed down at his prone, well-fucked mother, fearing the potential consequences if ponies less than understanding about their relationship got word of the two of them...for it to be official, they'd have to break their anonymity, right?
"Uhh..." Button began hesitantly, worry plain to see in his voice.
"If you're worried about things staying private outside of the in-game ceremony, I'm sure Deridia would uphold their usual standard of player secrecy and never disclose such information publicly!" pips said reassuringly, doing his best to convince Button of the validity of his idea. "Think about it, bl4ck. This would be a huge positive message for the power of online games like Deridia. Maybe we'd even get "games are ruining the youth" grouches like Chancellor Neighsay off the backs of the industry!"
"Bleh. Not likely. That old spoilsport is about as understanding and open-minded as Prince Blueblood, and that's saying something! Pfft!" singerbelle decried, blowing a raspberry into the mic to emphasize her point.
"Err...anyway. What d'you say, Black?" pips finally asked.
The silence in the call was palpable after his question, the three other players waiting with bated breath for what bl4ck's response would be. With a hesitant and unsure grimace, Button shuffled awkwardly in his seat a bit before responding. "I'll talk to her about it, yeah? I do love her a lot..." He answered, at last giving his online friends a straight answer.
"Fantastic! Let me know what you decide. I'm sure I speak for all of us when I say we've got nothing but best wishes for the both of you." pips responded enthusiastically.
"Yeah, totally! And maaaybe a little envious..." singerbelle muttered.
"W-what was that, Belle?" Button stuttered in confusion.
"N-nothing!" She stuttered, audibly embarrassed. pips and rumbl3 couldn't help but roll their eyes, both of them having a pretty good idea of what she'd said.
"Totally bagged a smokin' hot MILF, bro. Make sure to treat her right. Wasn't convinced before, but she's legit." ready2rumbl3 congratulated, though the dead silence following his statement telegraphed everyone's mutual disbelief. "What? I may not have tact all the time, but my momma didn't raise me to disrespect a mare! If you ever break her heart, I'll climb through this screen and kick your tail to the moon and back for being a total dumbass!"
singerbelle sighed tiredly. "Yes, Rumble, because that's definitely the reason we're surprised...you can be such a charmer."
"We are gathered here today to bear witness to the solidification of a truly special bond. Flying in the face of the societal ravages of a pandemic, these two ponies before us have achieved something incredible through a mutual connection to the world of Deridia. In this square, a place where so many of you have hung out with friends, or found new ones, the sun and moon will smile down upon this union. bl4ckp4l4d1n, do you swear upon the sun, moon, and stars that you will take G4M3RM0M to be your mare, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for the rest of your life?"
"I do."
"And G4M3RM0M...do you-"
"Oh, of course I do! Kiss me, you wonderful stallion!" Cream interrupted anxiously, slinging her arms around the paladin's back as she brought him in for a kiss.
The crowd whooped, hollered, and wolf-whistled at the salacious display, though the two of them were quick to break it off before it got improper. There were younger players present, after all!
"Well then! By the power vested in me by the rulers of the Sun and Moon, I now pronounce you mare and stallion!" The priest finished, smiling beatifically as the two embraced each other and waved to the surrounding players, grinning ear-to-ear as they shared an occasional glance. A renewed wave of cheers filled the square, the jumble of voice chat almost deafening to endure, but deeply heartening nonetheless.
pips and ready2rumbl3 both flashed Button a thumbs-up from the sidelines, the two best stallions looking dapper in their formal attire. singerbelle winked salaciously at G4M3RM0M and grinned at the other mare knowingly, sending a flutter of embarrassment through Cream as a blush lit up her face. She banished those thoughts of getting caught screwing on Button's mic some weeks ago to someplace far away, focusing wholeheartedly on the beautiful and extravagant ceremony the developers had crafted for the two of them. They'd spared no expense when it came to asset creation, as their own ceremony would likely spawn a wave of imitators - new couples finding love in the unlikeliest of places, just as they had.
Though very few of those couples likely had quite the same sort of relationship as her and Button...
"Okay! H-have a good day, dear!" Cream called back, her gloved hands stuck deep in a sudsy, dish-filled kitchen sink. Many streaks of gray lined her mane, a testament to her advancing age, though the years had been kind to her. Even if they hadn't, Button always found her no less beautiful for it - which was pretty self-evident, with the way he was currently grinding his pant-clad hips against her ass while she worked... "Mmh, Button, Slotty just left, can you settle down at all?" She whimpered heatedly, the hot water her hands were stuck in certainly not helping the wave of heated lust that shivered through her.
"I just can't help it, dear...every time I look at you, or at Save, I fall in love with you all over again." He huffed, reaching up behind her apron to give her shirt-clad breast an appreciative caress.
"Oh, Button..." She whimpered, stripping off her gloves and laying them on the edge of the sink as she turned around to face him, pushing her hips forward into his own as their clothed crotches slid against one another. "Come here, this old momma needs some lovin'."
Button grinned, giving her flanks a hearty grope as their embrace tightened. "Gladly, honey."
