Over in Manehattan
It was nine years ago, when Pound Cake was just a few months away from turning 16. He was nervously holding a Hearts and Hooves Day card in his hands when his mother walked up behind him. “Something wrong, dear?”
Startled, Pound jumped back, holding the card closer to his chest. “It’s nothing!” he said defensively.
Cup Cake glanced at the card and then smiled as she looked into her son’s eyes. “Oh, my! Seems like some lucky little pony’s caught your eye, haven’t they?”
Pound said nothing, just holding the card even tighter. “You don’t have to keep it a secret from me,” said Cup reassuringly. “What are they like?”
“She’s…” Pound started, hesitating to say much before letting it all spill out. “She’s perfect. She’s so sweet, and caring, and she’s the most beautiful pony I’ve ever seen. And every time I see her smile, or hear her laugh, it makes me feel all fuzzy inside,” he gushed about his crush.
“Sounds like she’s a real special filly,” said Cup, her son’s words bringing her back to the crushes of her own youth.
“She’s everything I could ask for in a girlfriend,” said Pound confidently, before his smile turned to a frown and his face turned to the floor. “But she’d never want to date me.”
“Pound Cake, you listen here,” said Cup firmly as she rested her hands on her son’s shoulders. “You’re a brave, strong young stallion, and any filly would be lucky to have you for a boyfriend. If this crush of yours says no, she’d be missing out on the kind of lover that most ponies can only dream of.”
“You really think so?”
“I know so.”
Pound Cake bit his lips and stayed silent for a moment, before he took a deep breath and gazed into his mother’s eyes. “I think I’m ready to tell you who my crush is now.”
“Really? Who is it?” Cup said, a wide smile on her face as she imagined what kind of filly could have caught her son’s eyes.
Pound Cake held out the card for his mother to accept, his face turning red.
“It’s you.”
Nopony in Manehattan knew that Pound Cake was the son of Mrs. Cup Cake.
That was what Pound Cake told himself as he sat on the hotel room bed, waiting for his mother to prepare for their date. Back in Ponyville they had to keep this forbidden romance of theirs a secret. Everypony knew that they were mother and son, so for them to openly be seeing each other would be scandalous, if not criminal. Especially considering he was only in high school when it started. But in Manehattan? Nopony would ever know that the cream-colored pegasus was the son of the cerulean Earth Pony accompanying him.
Well, no creature, corrected Pound within his head. Equestria had gotten so diverse in the two decades since Princess Twilight Sparkle took over the throne. It was that diverse population that led to the opening of the Golden Claw, the trendy Griffon restaurant Pound had a reservation for, to take his mother to on Hearts and Hooves Day.
If they heard the names, they might suspect that Pound had simply fallen for a mare on the older side. Which wasn't untrue, granted, but the taboo incestuous nature of their love would be lost on the creatures they encountered in Manehattan. Especially given how Pound and his mother didn't bear that much of a family resemblance.
Hopefully, at least. Unless they were to come across any other couples from Ponyville taking a trip to Manehattan to celebrate Hearts and Hooves Day. Or unless Pound were to slip up and call his lover Mom, as he often still did even after they became a couple. Or…
Pound was snapped out of his fears by the sound of a door opening. Cup Cake walked out of the restroom, and Pound was breathless at the sight of her.
Cup Cake was in a deep crimson satin dress that tightly hugged the generous curves of her fat body, and backless too, revealing that she was without a bra. On her neck she wore a pearl necklace, and on her feet were a pair of navy high heels.
“Wow, Mom, you look…” Pound Cake said, his eyes transfixed on his mother. “Absolutely beautiful.”
Cup giggled cutely. “I’d been worried that this dress would make me look fat. But then I remembered,” she said as she ran a hand over her belly, her face red. “You love it when I look fat.”
“Well,” said Pound slyly as he got up and walked over to his mother, wrapping his arms around her back. “It’s not my fault my mom has such an irresistibly round body.” Pound’s hands wandered down south, squeezing Cup Cake’s thick ass.
“Pound…” Cup moaned, before biting her lip. “We should probably wait until after our date, shouldn’t we? I know how messy and sweaty we can get, and I don’t think we have enough time to take another shower.”
Pound sighed, exaggeratedly. “Oh, I guess you’re right,” he said, removing his hands before grinning. “But, that just means I’m gonna give it to you ten times harder once we get back later,” Pound said teasingly, taking one final squeeze of his mom’s generous derriere.
Cup Cake smiled. “I’m counting on it,” she said before Pound walked over to the hotel door and unlocked it, holding it open for his date.
“After you?”
On the cab ride to the district where they’d be spending their day, Pound stared out the window at the scenery around him. The common wisdom was that Manehattan was a good place to visit, a bad place to live, and Pound could certainly see what that meant. The city was crowded and noisy, but the hundred-story skyscrapers and the Statue of Friendship in the distance were a sight to behold. Pound could tell that he and his mother would hardly be short of things to do over their weekend in the city, as he gazed upon plazas full of shops, arcades, theaters, limitless options of how to spend their time.
“Taking in the sights?” Cup said teasingly.
“Of course,” said Pound. “This whole city is a spectacle.” Especially for small-town ponies like the Cakes, it was hard for Pound to take his eyes off of all the dazzling sights around him. “Honestly, I’m surprised you’re not as impressed.”
“Oh, it’s very lovely, but nothing new. I have been here once or twice before, after all,” Cup revealed nonchalantly.
“Really?” said Pound in surprise as he turned to face Cup. “I don’t think you’ve mentioned that before.”
“Well, my family took me here once when I was a filly,” Cup explained. “And then your father brought me here for a weekend, on our honeymoon.”
“What was it like?” Pound asked. “When you and Dad went here?”
“Oh, it was so romantic,” Cup said, dreamily reminiscing on her past romance with Carrot. “We ate at a five-star restaurant, went to see Colts and Dolls at the theater, took a boat ride, went to Poney Island…” Cup listed as she reminisced about her past romance. “We even climbed the stairway in the Statue of Friendship and took a photo from the torch. It was tough,” she said with a chuckle. “Even back then, I wasn’t exactly the most in-shape pony. But I’d say it was worth it.”
Pound noted mentally that a lot of the things his parents did when they first got married mirrored the plans he’d made for his and Cup’s Hearts and Hooves weekend. Not an exact match; he’d gotten tickets to see Haymilton, and he imagined that neither of them would be up to climb the stairway at the Statue when they went. But, close enough.
Pound took Cup’s hands into his and gazed into her eyes. “Well, I promise that this vacation is gonna be just as good.” If not better, he added mentally. It wasn’t that he saw his father as a competitor for Cup’s attention, Pound knew that there was room in his mom’s heart for both of them. But at the same time, there was a part of him that wanted to be better for her than his dad, wanted to be Cup’s one and only true love.
Within half an hour, the cab arrived at their first destination, the Manehattan Museum of the Arts. Cup had long expressed an interest in visiting, and it was fortunately very close to the theater and restaurant they’d be going to later.
“I can’t believe we’re really here,” Cup said, awestruck by the sight.
Pound smiled as he looked at the excited expression on his mom’s face. Cup Cake was by no means a high-class pony, not typically the sort of pony who would frequent an art museum. But it was something that Cup certainly held some level of appreciation for. And with a visit to this museum having been on Cup’s wishlist for an eventual visit to Manehattan, Pound had been more than happy to grant this wish.
When they entered, Pound took out a paper map they’d been given. “Where to first?” he asked.
“Well, what I’ve most been wanting to see is that recreation of an old Earth Pony village.”
“Then to the Earth Pony village we shall go.”
It wasn’t very far from the entrance that they found the room that touted itself as a faithful recreation of a village from well before Equestria was even founded. Or, faithful save for the signs offering facts about what life was like back in the olden days, at any rate.
When Pound walked in, he took in the sight of small wooden one-room homes, maybe only slightly larger than your average hotel room in the modern day. The sign in front of the home told Pound about how most Earth Pony villages had been built around farms, with the houses being built nearby, only so that the workers could be provided a place to rest once their work day was finished. And with so much space taken up by the farm, an Earth Pony’s home was made small to compensate. Just large enough to house a family.
Pound snickered as he read the last couple paragraphs. “Hey, Mom. Come look at this,” he beckoned, pointing to the sign.
Given the small size of an Earth Pony home, most foals were exposed to the sight of relatives breeding at a young age, some before they'd even learned to speak. And with that in mind, incest was not just common, but encouraged in the days of pre-Equestrian Earth Pony civilization. It was considered something to be proud of if your foal was “purebred,” sired or carried by a close relative. A non-purebred foal was often seen as scandalous.
For many Earth Pony families it was even a tradition for a filly’s first foal once they reached breeding age to be sired by their own father. While the same was not true for mothers with their sons, it was still common for a mare to bear foals sired by her sons and younger brothers after her father exercised his right to her first breeding.
“Can you imagine what that would’ve been like?” asked Pound. There was a sort of wistfulness in his voice, a longing for a life where incestuous relationships like he had with Cup were seen as acceptable. Even if he knew that it was a net positive for him to be alive when he was, enjoying all the advancements made in Equestria over the millenia, Pound wished he could be openly proud of the love he held for his mom.
“Oh, honey…” Cup said sympathetically, seeing the sadness in her son’s eyes.
“Guess it wouldn’t be all that different though,” Pound joked in an attempt to lighten the mood. “I mean, we all know who the father of Diamond Tiara’s daughter was. Plus Button Mash’s little ‘sister.’ Or hey, how about when Apple Dazzle was born after Apple Bloom’s first heat?”
Cup giggled. “Oh, I remember when Apple Bloom was born after Applejack’s.”
Pound smiled. He loved to hear his mom’s laugh; it was like music to his ears. And it was true that for as taboo as incestuous relationships were, they certainly weren’t uncommon, nor were foals born of them. At least not in Ponyville. It was just that nopony liked to talk about them, not anymore. Or perhaps it was that nopony could, considering the illegality of them.
“C’mon,” said Pound as he wrapped a wing around Cup. “We still need to take a look at ye olde marketplace.”
The pair wandered around the recreated village, taking a glimpse into the history of their ancestors, admiring the handiwork, giggling at the signs warning ponies not to eat the prop fruits. Once they were done, they moved on to the room right next to the village, full of beautiful paintings from young, upcoming artists.
Cup stopped in front of a painting of a field full of sunflowers, under a starry sky with a full moon. "What a lovely painting. I wonder where it was that this painting is based on?" Cup wondered. "I'd love to go there one day."
Pound silently made a note to himself that he should look into vacation spots with sunflower fields, before another painting caught his eye. "Hey, check out this one," he said, pointing to a painting of a platypus that was so detailed it looked almost realistic, save for its wings and its body being colored with every color of the rainbow, soaring above a monochrome background of a city in ruins.
"Huh," said Cup. "Do you think it's supposed to be a metaphor or something?"
Pound chuckled. "Well, you see, my dear," he said with an exaggerated high-class Canterlotian accent, "the platypus is clearly meant to be a representation of the oppressive upper class, keeping down the humble citizenry of Equestria."
Cup giggled before curtsying and replying with her own exaggerated imitation of a stereotypical high-class art aficionado. "Indeedily, sir, I do say that must certainly be the case. As you can see, the wings must clearly be symbolic of how they, uh… they, they use their money to escape legal consequences."
Pound broke out into a fit of laughter, with Cup following shortly afterwards. He wondered briefly if they looked crazy to the others around them, laughing like madponies, but he very quickly decided that he just didn't care. He was enjoying himself, on a date with the mare he loved, and that was what mattered.
Pound and Cup browsed the exhibit for a while longer, looking at paintings of all kinds; from the realistic to the fantastic to the downright surreal. But Cup was given pause when she saw a certain painting.
"What is it, Mom?" Pound asked before following her gaze to a painting depicting a naked griffon woman, sitting down on a tree stump in the middle of a forest. It was what ponies called "tasteful nudity," somewhat erotic but not crossing the line into pornographic territory. Simply a depiction of the beauty of a creature's body.
Cup smiled. "Remember when you convinced me to be your model for a nude painting?"
Pound chuckled. "Yeah." It was back in middle school, around the time that Pound started seeing fillies and mares in a different light. And to be more specific, when he started seeing his mom in a different light. "Got you to do all these poses while I took pictures."
Cup giggled. "I wonder whatever happened to that painting you said you'd do?" she said with faux curiosity. Both of them were well aware what the real purpose of those photos were.
Afterwards, Pound and Cup wandered around the museum, going from exhibit to exhibit and taking in all kinds of art.
"You know," Cup said as she and Pound walked through an exhibit showcasing how Equestrian art evolved through the centuries. "This has been reminding me of something."
"Yeah?" Pound replied offhandedly while reading a plaque about an influential oil painter.
"Why did you stop drawing?"
The question hit Pound like a sack of bricks. "Well. Uh." He shrugged casually. "I dunno."
"Your art was always so lovely," said Cup. "There's a reason I was so willing to pose for those nude paintings you never did."
"Really, I dunno, it just… fell by the wayside, I guess," Pound replied. "I've been busy with the bakery, after all. I mean, I like drawing, but I love baking too. I wouldn't have gotten my Cutie Mark for it otherwise, right?"
"Just because it's your Cutie Mark doesn't mean it has to be your entire life," said Cup. "Plenty of ponies have hobbies or careers that have nothing to do with their Cutie Mark. And I've seen how happy drawing makes you."
"I know, I know," said Pound. "It's really fun, and I do still draw as a hobby, sometimes. Just. Not as much these days."
Cup took on the chastising mother voice Pound was so familiar with as she replied. "Well. That just won't do. Young man, I want you to promise me that you'll start drawing again when we get back, and you'll make that beautiful art you used to when you were a colt, and you'll be proud of it."
She grinned and got closer to Pound before whispering in his ear. "And I'll even model for that nude painting you still owe me."
Pound chuckled, before giving his mom a brief peck on the cheek. "Deal."
At that moment, Pound heard a chime, and felt a vibration in his pocket. He pulled out his cell phone and glanced at the screen. “Shoot!” he exclaimed. “Our play starts in half an hour!” Pound felt silently thankful for the device’s reminder. A telephone you keep in your pocket that’s also an alarm clock and a camera didn’t feel necessary at first, but he’d found that it came in very handy at times like this. “C’mon, we gotta go.”
Pound took Cup’s hand, and quickly led her to the exit. It was a shame that they had to cut their visit to the museum so short, but it was a necessity if they wanted to make it to the theater in time.
Thankfully, the theater was only a few blocks down, so it didn’t take too long for Pound and Cup to make their way there, show their tickets, and park their butts down in their seats.
“I’m so excited,” Cup said, giddy as a little filly. “I’ve been wanting to see Haymilton for years now! Everypony’s said it’s the best musical of the decade. I’m still a bit surprised you managed to get tickets, to be honest.”
“Oh, it’s nothing,” Pound said nonchalantly. “It took a few years of saved up salaries, but I knew it’d be worth it.” Pound had been planning this since his mother first mentioned wanting to see Haymilton a few years ago. And seeing the smile on Cup’s face, her clear joy at having her wish granted? Pound knew it was worth it.
And as he wrapped his arm around his date, Pound felt that he’d truly planned the perfect Hearts and Hooves Day vacation.
…Or at least, that’s how he felt for all of a few minutes, until he heard a familiar voice. “Oh, my, Mrs. Cake! I never thought I’d see you here, darling.”
Pound hastily retracted his arm, dread mounting within him. “Oh. Rarity. I could, uh, I could say the same,” he said, trying to not show his bitterness at the ruined moment.
“Well, Applejack surprised me with a trip here to Manehattan. Says she’s been saving up for a Hearts and Hooves Day date in Manehattan for quite a while,” explained Rarity. “And watching Haymilton on the day itself?” Rarity sighed dreamily. “Oh, it just seemed like it would be perfect.”
“You don’t say,” said Pound nervously.
“Applejack’s here, too?” Mrs. Cake asked.
“Yes, she should be here any moment. She just needed to take a trip to the little filly’s room before the show started,” Rarity explained with a wink. “Shamefully, we couldn’t get seats next to each other, though. She should be sitting right there,” she pointed to the empty seat next to Pound, “next to Pound.”
Pound didn’t know how this date could go so wrong so quickly. Not one, but two ponies from Ponyville? And he and his mother were sandwiched right in between them, not leaving any room for them to show affection to one another, not without outing themselves as a couple. Not that Pound had planned to go down on Cup right there in the theater, but some snuggling up, wrapping his arm around her, generally being a loving couple in the way they couldn’t be in Ponyville, that was what Pound had been so excited to do on this vacation.
“Say, Mrs. Cake…” Rarity tilted her head curiously. “Why is it that your husband’s not here with you? Why is your son here instead?”
This was just what Pound had been fearing. Having to explain why he and his mother were taking part in romantic activities like this, on the day that everypony spends going out with their partners. He was thankful that Rarity seemed clueless as to the nature of their relationship, but Pound still worried that she would catch on before long.
Thankfully, Cup seemed more prepared for this scenario than Pound was, as she had an excuse all rehearsed and ready to go. “Carrot wanted to take me here,” she lied. “But something came up and he had to stay back at the Sugarcube Corner. We thought it would be better if Pound came here with me instead, so we wouldn’t waste the tickets we’d bought, or the dinner reservation.”
“Oh, such a shame,” Rarity bemoaned. “A stallion taking his lover all the way to Manehattan, seeing the most popular play of the last decade, going out for dinner… I’m sure you were excited for such a romantic weekend.”
Pound bit back the temptation to say that they were excited until she showed up, as Applejack came in and sat down right next to Pound.
After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, the curtain rose and a voice came over the speaker. “Fillies, gentlecolts, my esteemed acquaintances of all sorts… Welcome to Haymilton.”
Pound enjoyed the play that followed, he really did. He laughed at the jokes, he applauded the musical numbers, he generally did have a good time. But with the familiar faces he and Cup were sandwiched between, he couldn’t help bemoaning deep down inside that this could have been a great time.
Once the play ended, and the audience filed out of the theater, Rarity and Applejack had stuck to Pound and Cup like glue. Or an unwanted wart, might be the more apt description with how their presence made Pound feel. “That was such a lovely show, wasn’t it?” Rarity asked.
“Oh, it sure was fun,” Applejack said.
“I’m so glad to hear that,” Rarity said, relieved. “I know that this sort of thing isn’t really in your wheelhouse, in terms of how you like to spend your time.”
“Well, it ain’t something I’d go out of my way for, normally,” Applejack admitted. “And it took years of savin’ up my bits. But for you? It was worth it,” she said confidently.
Pound resisted the temptation to scream.
“So, Rarity,” Cup said. “What do you have planned next?”
“Well, we’ve got a dinner reservation at this five-star restaurant I’ve been dying to go to—”
“Where?” Pound interrupted quickly. He hoped so dearly that Rarity and Applejack wouldn’t be there to ruin his and Cup’s dinner, at least.
Rarity was taken aback by Pound’s tone. “Er… It’s at this Prench place a few districts away. Le Sabot de la Princesse?”
“Oh, thank Celestia…” Pound muttered under his breath.
“Pardon?” Applejack asked.
“Nothing,” Pound said dismissively. “I was just curious if you’d be going to the same place as us, that’s all.”
“And where might you be going?”
“Well, we have this reservation at the Golden Claw,” Cup said.
“And for only half an hour from now,” Pound spoke hastily before Rarity could strike up a conversation about the Griffon restaurant he and his mother would be eating at. “Welp, have a nice Hearts and Hooves Day, seeya real soon!”
Pound grabbed Cup’s hand and quickly led her out the door, where Rarity and Applejack couldn’t see them. “Honey,” Cup said, concerned. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Pound said, shortly.
“Were you… scared? Scared of Rarity and Applejack finding out about us?”
“No,” Pound answered defensively, before calming down. “Maybe? I don’t know.” He took a deep breath. “I had all these perfect plans, to give you the perfect Hearts and Hooves Day. Far away from Ponyville, in a city where we could be as lovey-dovey as possible and nopony would ever know we’re mother and son. I thought that the worst thing that could happen would be coming across somepony who does know, and then lo and behold, it happened.
“It’s just not fair,” Pound bemoaned, tears starting to fall from his eyes. “I wish we didn’t have to go to a whole other city to show our love. And I wish there wasn’t a risk of us having to hide it even here.”
Cup brought Pound into a hug, wrapping her arms around her beloved son. “I know it’s not fair. But that’s just how it is. I’d rather deal with us having to keep it to ourselves than not being in love with you at all. And if there’s a risk that we’ll run into somepony we know, even when we’re hundreds of miles away from home, and we’ll have to hide it still? Then that’s a risk I’m willing to take if it means being with you.”
Pound felt Cup’s heart beating as she held him tight. He felt her warmth, her affection. And as he looked down into her eyes, he felt as though everything was going to be alright. Pound leaned down, bringing his mother into a loving kiss, as he wrapped his wings around her.
Sparks flew when their muzzles touched. They always did. Kissing was perhaps the most basic way to show romantic affection, but it was one that always gave Pound butterflies in his stomach when he did it with Cup. It felt right, she felt right. And as the two incestuous lovers smooched on a crowded sidewalk in Manehattan? It felt magical.
Before long, their lips separated, and Pound smiled as he gazed into his love’s eyes. “Well,” he said, taking her arm in his. “I do believe we have a dinner reservation waiting for us.”
Soon enough, the pair arrived at their destination, an old building made of brick and mortar that had evidently been remodeled somewhat recently, with a shiny golden-colored sign reading The Golden Claw. Pound and Cup walked confidently up the short wooden staircase to a griffon employee standing at a podium with a list of reservations. "Name?" he asked.
"Cake," answered Pound.
The griffon looked through his list. "Cake… Cake… Ah, I see a reservation for two under Cake," he said, turning to Pound with a polite smile. “Please, take a seat.”
Once they were inside, Pound pulled out a seat for Cup, at a table for two. “Thank you, my love,” said Cup in her politest lady voice. Pound blushed, smiling wide as he took a seat across from his mom.
Soon, a griffon waiter came to the table, setting menus down for Cup and Pound to read. "Good evening. What would you like to drink?" he asked.
"I see you have a complimentary champagne toast for Hearts and Hooves Day?" Pound inquired after glancing at the menu. "We'll have that and a glass of water to start."
As the waiter left, Cup stared at the menu. “Oh, goodness… There are so many options, I don’t even know where to start.” The menu of the Golden Claw consisted of many popular foods from Griffonstone, albeit modified to take into account the herbivorous diet of ponies.
“Me too,” Pound agreed. “All this stuff looks so good!” It was kind of overwhelming for Pound, really. His first time going to such a fancy restaurant, and his first time getting a real taste of griffon cuisine. He’d dabbled before, at small griffon restaurants cooked in Ponyville, and he’d tried food cooked by his griffon friends. But this, a five-star gourmet griffon restaurant, was on a whole other level. “How about we have the fried mushrooms to start?”
“Those definitely sound delicious. And I think I’ll get some potato soup too.”
“Just that?” Pound said with a grin and a raised eyebrow. One of the many things he loved about his mother was her appetite. And he’d been sure to save up enough that she could indulge in as much food as she liked.
“Well…” said Cup, averting her eyes and blushing. “I am interested in the roasted sweetbreads… and the Parmesan spinach dip… and a dozen garlic rolls… That wouldn’t be too expensive, would it?”
“For you, my love? Nothing’s too much.” It was corny, being so overly romantic. But it felt nice to be corny. And for as long as he and Cup were somewhere they didn’t have to pretend their relationship was purely familial, Pound was gonna be as corny as possible.
Soon, the waiter came, dropping their water and champagne off at the table. Pound relayed their order, the waiter walked off, and the lovers lifted their glasses. “Y’know, I don’t think I’ve ever had champagne before,” Pound noted. He’d drank before, but just beer, hard cider, the occasional cheap liquor store wine. And never too much at a time, lest his impaired judgment lead to him saying something he shouldn’t, and outing him and his mother.
“It’s been over a decade since I’ve had champagne,” Cup observed, before looking to her son and smiling. “But I hardly think this is a bad place to start.”
Pound lifted his glass up. “To our love?”
Cup echoed the motion. “To our love.”
The glasses clinked together, and the two lovers gulped down their drinks. “Dear sweet Celestia, that’s good,” Pound said. Effervescent and bubbling, the beverage he’d sampled had an acidic and mildly sweet flavor to it, tasting of cherry, with hints of brioche and almond. “I knew champagne was supposed to be the good stuff, but damn.”
“It certainly does hit the spot,” said Cup. “I do love the hard cider that the Apple Family makes, but this is a nice change of pace.”
Pound grinned and looked to his mother, mischief all over his face. “Wanna get more?”
“Well,” said Cup with a smile, “I certainly wouldn’t mind.”
Pound Cake lifted his hand to signal the nearest waiter. “Waiter!”
By the time they finished eating dinner, the two lovers had been absolutely hammered. They’d hardly been able to keep their hands off of each other on the cab ride back to the hotel, and as soon as they were inside, they finally gave in.
Pound pushed his mother up against the wall, and shoved his tongue inside her mouth. Their tongues danced, swapping spit as Pound groped at his mother’s ass.
Once their mouths were apart, Cup hastily undressed, throwing her dress onto the floor.
“Hot damn, Mom…” said Pound breathlessly as he gazed upon his mother’s naked body. Cup Cake was fat, at a heavy 400 pounds. But that was one of the hottest things about her to Pound. Her large belly, her wide hips and thick thighs, and the soft fupa between her legs.
Cup climbed onto the bed, getting on all fours and shaking her massive ass. “Give it to me, Pound,” she said enticingly.
Pound licked his lips. “Don’t mind if I do.”
Pound walked up to his mother’s ass, admiring the sight. He’d seen the sight countless times before, but even still, her fat ass was still one of the hottest things in the world to him.
He ran his hands over the cellulite-covered flesh of her thick ass cheeks, admiring the texture, before smacking it and gazing at the way it wobbled.
Pound stuck his head between Cup’s cheeks, taking a lick of her pussy. “Oh, that’s the spot,” Cup moaned. Pound had almost a decade of experience eating out his mom’s cunt. It was their favorite form of foreplay, and not just because of the pleasure it brought his mother.
The sensation was a lot like making out with her. But the taste of Cup Cake’s pussy was as sweet as the treat she was named after. It tasted to Pound like something similar to a warm apple pie. And her scent, the rose-like musky scent of her pheromones, of her juices, drove him wild, his cock throbbing like crazy within his underwear.
After a few minutes Cup’s pussy winked, a slight splash of her juice finding its way onto Pound’s face. He quickly moved his attention to her clit, sucking on the small nub of flesh with as much thirst as when he’d sucked on her teat two and a half decades ago.
“Keep going… I’m so close…” Cup groaned.
It took only another minute of attention to her clit before Cup came, screaming to the heavens. “Oh, fuck!” Her legs shook, her ass shaking and her clitoris winking as a veritable flood of juices coated her son’s face. Pound savored the taste, drinking up as much as he could, still licking and sucking even as his mother was in the throes of an intense orgasm.
When Pound pulled away, his face was absolutely covered in his mom’s juice. He licked his lips, and chuckled. “Still as delicious as ever.”
“And you’re just as good at eating me out as ever,” Cup replied before clapping her ass cheeks. “But, I think it’s time for the main event,” she said cheekily.
“Of course,” said Pound, taking off his underwear and stroking his massive member as it was finally freed. It was about the same length as his father’s, he knew. Maybe even ever so slightly shorter. But what he didn’t have in length, he made up for being twice as thick. Even when he wrapped his hand around it, it couldn’t cover even half of his dick. He’d tried having sex with other mares before getting together with his mother, and so many of them couldn’t even fit it in their pussies. One of the downsides of being so well-endowed, he thought. He was thankful that his mother could fit it, even if just barely. And even if they had to turn to a dildo whenever Cup wanted it up her donut…
His other hand wandered down to his balls. Each about as large as a basketball, reaching past his knees and only fitting in his pants thanks to some enchanted underwear he’d managed to convince a unicorn friend to make him.
Pound set his meat in between his mom’s buns. Her humongous ass just barely engulfed his dick. “Dear sweet Celestia, Mom…” Pound groaned as he thrusted back and forth, pressing his hand into the soft flesh of Cup’s cake. “I love your ass so fucking much.”
“I’m flattered, really,” said Cup. “But dearie, there’s someplace else I’d much rather you put that meat of yours.”
“Yeah… Yeah,” Pound agreed, pulling away. He could have hot dogged Cup’s ass for hours. A part of him wanted to. But there was somewhere else that he wanted to sink himself into even more. Somewhere his dick belonged.
"But first, I want you to roll over onto your back," Pound said.
"You don't want to fuck me doggy style?" Cup questioned. It was Pound's favorite position after all.
"On any normal day, I would love to. But on Hearts and Hooves Day? I want to be able to look the love of my life in her eyes as we make love."
Cup blushed and smiled. "Alright." She did as Pound said, lying down on her back. The view of his mother's massive flank was replaced with a view of her large belly, her generous tits, and her beautiful, beautiful face.
Pound carefully lined his head up to the opening of Cup’s pussy. “You ready, Mom?”
“Honey, I’ve been ready all day,” Cup replied. Her voice was a mix of impatient and confident. The date that Pound took her on was romantic, and she loved it. But something she’d been looking forward to the entire time was when Pound brought her back to the hotel and pounded her senseless, showing his affection for her in that most intimate of ways.
“Alright,” said Pound with a nod of his head as he slowly parted the lips of Cup’s pussy. It was necessary for him to start slow given his size. Hastily shoving his whole pole inside of Cup’s cunt was a mistake that Pound had made more than once when he was younger, a horny teen hungry to get off. But he’d learned since then. He knew better now.
“Nngh…” Cup groaned. Every time she and Pound made love, the sheer size of his cock caught her off guard all over again. It stretched her to her absolute limit, and Cup had admitted to Pound before that it did hurt a little. But she loved it. She loved the pain that came with her son's larger-than-life cock claiming her as his.
"You alright?"
"Uh-huh…" Cup whimpered. With her vocal consent, Pound began to sink more and more of himself into her.
“I’m so glad that you haven’t gotten too big for me to handle you,” Cup said breathlessly as Pound’s member delved deeper into her cunt. “Just a bit wider and I’m not sure you would fit at all.”
Before long, Pound felt his head hit the entrance of Cup’s cervix. It was as deep as he could go, and he wasn’t even balls deep. A couple inches away from taking it all, but not quite there.
For a moment, Pound held that position, savoring the sensation of having most of his cock inside his mother. He’d done it a thousand times before, would do it a thousand times to come, but every time it just felt like such utter bliss. She felt so tight. Cup's walls gripped so tightly onto Pound's cock, squeezing him like a tube of toothpaste. They’d been tight when Pound was a colt, and only grown tighter as he grew older, and he loved it.
Pound ran his hands over his mother’s belly. And even with all the generous softness, he only had to sink his hands in slightly to feel a bulge in her abdomen from the sheer size of her partner.
Pound slid his shaft out, the sheer tightness of his mother clinging to his shaft along the way, as if her cunt was trying to keep him from leaving. And once he was almost completely out of her, only his tip remaining? He tightly grasped the sides of his mother’s thick torso, and slammed back inside in one quick thrust.
“Ah!” Cup screamed. “Yes, yes! Give it to me!”
And then he was pounding her, with a force that could give Bulk Biceps a run for his money. Pound Cake put all his energy into ravaging the woman he loved, giving her the breeding of a lifetime. His vision blurred, focusing only on his mare, his one true love. Her screams and moans of pleasure, and the look on her face as she enjoyed the kind of rutting only her son could give, a rutting far superior to any that she ever got from her husband.
His larger-than-life balls slammed into Cup’s rear, heavy and aching to empty themselves into his mare. But he held back just enough, just barely enough to prolong their lovemaking without bringing himself to orgasm. Strong, but slow and shallow thrusts.
Pound wanted to savor this feeling for as long as he could. The feeling of himself buried in his mother, the indescribable tightness of her wet pussy wrapped around his cock. With every thrust inside her, every throb of his dick, he felt her walls, reminding him of just what a tight fit she was for his member. “Mmm, fuck…” Pound moaned. “Dear sweet Celestia, Mom, you feel so good!”
“Oh, Pound…”
Pound continued his thrusts, going harder and harder until he felt he couldn’t hold back much longer at all. He freed his left hand from the duty of holding his mother’s belly, and wandered down south to find her clitoris. He rubbed at it while he slammed into his mother, rubbing just the way he knew his mother liked, and before long she exploded. Screaming loud enough that Pound swore she could have shattered glass, as her insides gripped him even tighter, so perfectly tighter, juices splashing onto his crotch.
And with that, Pound slammed inside her one final time, and this time it was balls deep, as he passed through the barrier of her cervix. “Fuck!” Cup screeched, in a volatile mix of both pain and pleasure. “It hurts… it hurts…” She was crying as she said it. But her legs wrapping around him were enough to tell him she liked the way it hurt.
Not that it would’ve mattered whether she liked it anyway. With his flared head inside her cervix, Pound couldn’t have pulled out of Cup even if he tried to.
Pound’s balls throbbed as cum traveled through his length and into his lover, spurting inside her womb, filling her to the brim with the seed of her son. Pound shouted as he came, right inside his mother with an orgasm stronger than he’d felt in a very long time.
Even after a solid minute, his climax was nowhere near finished. Pound’s balls still throbbed as they filled Cup to the brim with cum, and her insides kept on squeezing as though they were trying to milk him of every last drop he had. With his flared head plugging up the entrance to her cervix, Pound couldn’t pull out, and none of his cum could leak out of her. He began to notice her already-large stomach growing even bigger as it inflated with his cum. It gave her the appearance of a mare eight months pregnant with nonuplets, and it was still growing even further with every blast of cum.
It was only after nearly ten minutes that Pound’s output began to wane. By then, Cup Cake’s stomach was about three times the size of the entire rest of her body. Pound hit it gently with a hand and could hear the sloshing of semen inside her, her belly jiggling like a giant cum-filled water balloon.
With his dick having softened just enough to pull out, Pound slowly slid his cock outside of Cup. Once he was fully out of her, cum began to leak slowly from her pussy. Pound silently hoped to himself that she’d be able to move again by the next morning. It’d be a shame if his cum-filled blob of a mother wasn’t able to enjoy the rest of their vacation.
Pound reached over to the side table to get his cell phone. He wanted to send his dad a photo of his wife filled with his son’s cum. Photographic proof that Cup Cake was his. But as he reached out for his phone, he caught sight of an unopened condom that he and Cup had forgotten to use, and his eyes darted to his mom’s cum-inflated stomach. The result of him filling her up with gallons upon gallons of very virile seed…
…Oh well, he thought as he snapped the photo and sent it. She wasn't in heat anyway, right? One time without a condom wouldn’t be the end of the world.