“Happy Mother’s Day!” a pearly white unicorn with a blue streaked mane announced, barging through the door of his mother’s bedroom.

“Shining, what a nice surprise! Breakfast in bed...” Twilight Velvet regarded the tradition with a welcome smile. Sunlight streaming in through the window to alleviate her drowsiness.

It was almost noon, a little late for breakfast. But the tray laden with syrupy waffles, piping hot oatmeal, and buttery toast argued otherwise.

“Where’d you like this?” Shining Armor asked intent on serving the delectables fresh for maximum enjoyment. Every year without fail he brought her breakfast. A simple gesture, but one he took pride in. He figured it was the least he could do for the mare who had raised him.

“On the nightstand is fine dear,” Velvet replied, a twinge of disappointment appearing on her son’s face. She didn't notice.

Yawning and stretching, she always enjoyed an opportunity to spend quality time with loved ones. However, not quite awake enough yet to satiate her gullet. Though she appreciated the effort. Rather, she was intent on a different kind of morning service. And, as much as he tried to hide it, Velvet could tell her son was as well. Mother’s always know.

“Happy Mother’s Day,” Shining Armor repeated, bringing his muzzle close to hers for the impending kiss. His lips grazed cheek, pulling back as quickly as they had gone in. Not wanting to stay too long in fear of being mistaken for more than what it was. An expression of love, proper love, between a mother and her child. But it wasn't really what Shining wanted.

It wasn’t what Velvet wanted either. The fleeting motion teasing, barely registering on her skin. Just enough to arouse her. Like father, like son. The men in her family could never decide what they wanted.

“Oh please Shining, you can do better than that,” Velvet said playfully, Shining hovering on the periphery of the bed. “After all these years you don’t have to hold back you know. I’ll gladly accept your Mother’s Day present early.”

At that, two ponies were in the bed. Velvet accompanied by not her husband. Another kiss being offered to make up for the first: on the lips. One that allowed a prehensile tongue to probe inside and touch the nerves beyond her teeth teasing them and wrapping around her own tug in a salivating tug-of-war. Something forbidden.

Breakfast was served.

It was two days before Mother’s Day when Twilight Sparkle began her hunt for the prefect present.

“This is going to be so much fun!” Twilight squealed. She was barely able to contain her excitement over the prospect of learning something new. Before her sat rows and rows of books, all shelved with militaristic precision, in her favorite pattern: Dewey Decimal. It was her natural environment, the library. Though, not just any library, the Canterlot Archives. Possibly the only building in all Equestria that housed the knowledge she sought.

Magically flicking through the volumes, what she was searching for appeared: History of Unicorn Genealogy: Canterlot. The purple pony carefully levitated it down, some dust mites powdering her mane.

“Wow,” she gasped, turning the first few yellowed pages, “mom and dad should certainly be in here.”

Twilight always speculated her family’s history was closely tied to the monarchy. Her parents raised her in close contact with Canterlot elite. Her babysitter was a princess for Celestia's sake! But, actually thinking about it, her parents never talked much about the ponies they were before they met one another. Twilight sheltered from the knowledge of if she had any relatives other than her immediate family. Aunts, uncles, cousins, growing up she never knew any. Then again, she had never really thought to ask.

Returning to her research she looked under ‘Sparkle,’ flipping to a page detailing a branching diagram. The caption read ‘family tree’ underneath. Surprisingly, even though over six generations of ponies were listed, very few branches split off from the main trunk.

“That’s odd.” Twilight mumbled to herself, a bit perplexed, “it lists Mom and Dad as the son and daughter to Crescent and Gleam Sparkle. But that can’t be right… that would mean-”

Shining Armor continued to nuzzle his mother’s soft fur. It was so familiar. Actually, everything about her was familiar. Expected, he supposed, as she was the mare who raised him. Imprinted her femininity deep into his subconscious. Over the years Shining had perverted those platonic feelings into a smoldering lust. Not all together replacing them, but allowing their influence to dictate his fantasies as a maturing colt, until he had come to see his mother as his caretaker and a sexual being. Her ass, her breasts, her curves, every lock of hair, even her voice: all things he now desired in a mate.The fact that she had enabled him to live out these fantasies was probably not doing wonders for his psyche.

“Ohhh, that’s good Shiny. Your mother’s very proud,” she complimented him on his technique. Sliding slowly down, he licked every follicle of her coat into place. By now every one of his five senses could recognize her.

The taste of flesh, salty with a twinge of sweetness. Shining Armor tried to recall the first time suckling her teats. Those plush pillows swollen with milk, dangling and tender, but could only imagine what it had been like: his mother’s nipples erect, calling out, waiting to be drained. Too long of a wait and they would ache and begin to dribble. An act engineered by nature to be pleasurable for both parties involved. Velvet getting a milking and Shining Armor acquiring food. Perhaps breastfeeding was the first seed of their incestuous relationship. Wishing for a more vivid memory, he repeated the motion as he imagined. Velvet’s mammary slipped into his mouth between his hungry teeth, tongue teasing her nipple to stay rigid as his lips folded around it. Unthinking, he slurped greedily.

The smell of her mature sex dripping anticipation began to mix with her motherly aroma. Mothers have such unique scents. Given off to calm, to reassure, like after they embraced somepony in a teary hug. Juxtaposed, the two were particularly intoxicating, each flaring instinctive desires. One, to be loved, and the other, to love. Shining's penis surged underneath him pushing into the sheets of the bed. Both smells were seductive in their own way and Shining lost himself to dopamine induced bliss. Neurons fired in his brain telling him to mate: the more love he could give her, the more she would give him. Nose close to her marehood, enticed by its aroma, Shining used his horn to bisect her bosom, attending to Velvet’s stiff nub with a lick. Immediately she seized up at the sensation, involuntarily thrusting upward into her lover’s waiting maw, her soaked pussy grinding on her son’s face. Her musk kicked in as juice trickled into Shining’s mouth, pheromones provoking him to lap furiously at her insides. Face burrowed deep in her crotch he tasted a savory flavor with just a hint of something more. Like a secret ingredient to a homemade dish. Love.

The sound of her wetness humping his snout coalesced with a breathless moan, releasing some of the pressure building inside her. Combined, the two noises were auditory confirmation that she was ready for her real mother’s day gift.

“Stick it in me,” Velvet added, in case the message wasn’t clear.

Shining hastily ascended her body locking lips with her once again. Tongues lolled about, sharing the flavor of an aroused mare, until they broke away to attend the main event. Achingly, Velvet used her hooves to spread her labia and invited her son inside. Puffy lips adjoined her slickening orifice, winking at his stiffening shaft. Shining didn’t hesitate, aligning his dick to her hole. He slipped forward into his mother. The flare of his hood pressed against her entrance until it expanded to allow him access. The arduous movement of his cock traveling to her vagina was torturous. Made more so by the fact that he expanded inside of her resisting her vagina's attempt to milk his sperm, but only temporarily. As the length exited her crevasse she lathered it in her secretions, tethering her son's crotch to her own in a web of mare-juice. She squirmed, scooting towards him to hurry along his member's return trip.

“Shining.”

It was a simple statement. Just a name. But hearing her voice suck on every last syllable provoked Shining Armor to ravenously buck his hips into the canal that had sired him. Now in a groove, he slid in and out of her slit, speed increasing with each thrust. Liquids poured from the both of them to help assist their desire. Each drew curtailed breaths, indicative of the strain they were going through trying to maneuver their bodies closer and closer in anticipation of climax. Shining felt his rod twitch, a trigger in the back of his mind told him he should consummate the mare in front of him, spraying his load into her womb. Create a new life with one who had given him his own. But on the verge of explosion, he relented and released from his mother, falling backwards onto the bed. Unsheathed from her flank he ejaculated, splashing his seed onto Velvet’s posterior covering her cutie mark, as well as the bed. In return Velvet finally relaxed her muscles, allowing her fluids to also seep out onto the bedspread, joining her son’s. Their pony cum mixed in a pool of shared love: some from an older mare who still enjoyed a good rutting and some from a son who worshiped her flank. Tangled sheets lie around, sweaty and wrinkled, as the two ponies recoiled, spent.

“Well,” said Velvet after a long pause, “although I thoroughly enjoyed that, I think it’s finally time to get up.”

Easing off of the bed she headed for the bathroom, sticky strands sloshing between her thighs. The kind of mess she usually didn't expect first thing in the morning. A long awaited shower would be just the thing to wipe away yesterday’s, and now today’s, grime.

“Why don’t you go see what your father’s up to?”

“But what about your breakfast?” Shining protested, dick still flopping about lazily as it retracted. He worried that his efforts, including the part where he had gotten up early in order to cook, had gone to waste. Or hoping he could at least bring her some while in the shower.

“Oh I'm sorry dear,” Twilight Velvet stammered, embarrassed for accidentally dismissing her son's generosity, “I’ll be sure to have a bite as soon as I get out of the shower.” The answer again disappointing her son.

Breakfast was cold.

Author's Note

Dedicated to that special woman in every man's life: his mother.
Happy Mother's Day!
-IRpony