-----A Special Mother’s Day----
Pound Cake took the toast, eggs, the glass of orange juice, and butter onto the tray, nodding to Pinkie, who held a plate with different frosted cupcakes. They had gotten up especially early this morning to prepare the breakfast for Mrs. Cake, and it turned out pretty good, considering that Pinkie had tried to eat the dough and the frosting, which she still had pieces of on her face. She said she had put something special in the dough this time, but there was nothing to do about that now. Sometimes, Pound wondered how a girl that grown up could act so childish.
They carefully made their way up the stairs, Pound holding the tray with steady hands, while Pinkie held hers with just one. He carefully pushed the door to his mother’s room, where she was still sleeping. Pound thought about maybe waiting a bit until she woke up, but Pinkie just turned the light on.
“GOOD MORNING MRS. CAKE! We made breakfast for you!” she cheered. There went Pound’s hearing on the right side, again. Must have been third time this week.
“Mmm, what?” The cyan woman sat up and removed her pink sleeping mask. Pound flushed red as a cherry when he noticed she was only in her transparent lemon-yellow night dress, but she was too sleep-drunk to notice her son’s staring. “What are you doing up so early on a Sunday?”
“It’s Mother’s Day, silly! We’re here to give you breakfast on the bed,” Pinkie cried. Mrs. Cake smiled warmly.
“Why thank you dear, how nice of you.” Pound Cake placed the breakfast tray on her lap, trying not to look at his mother’s chest. She became awake enough to notice the night dress and quickly pulled the blanket to cover herself.
“Sorry the toast got a bit burned, Mom. I tried to cook eggs at the same time, and... It didn’t go too well.” The edges of the toast had spots of black, but Mrs. Cake simply smiled more widely. She didn’t care too much.
"It looks lovely, dear! I bet you did your best."
Pound Cake grunted. "You don't have to treat me like a kid anymore, Mom! I'm fifteen, in case you had forgotten."
"Of course, dear. Silly me; you grow so fast I barely manage to keep track of you and Pumpkin." She stroked him on the cheek and he blushed again.
"Mom, please!" He didn't mind it, but having her do it around his friends was a bit worse.
"Oh, and here’s some dessert!" Pinkie placed the cupcakes on the tray. "Don't eat them before you've finished breakfast though!"
"I won't, Pinkie." Mrs. Cake giggled, taking a bite of the bread.
They sat on the side of the bed and conversed as Mrs. Cake finished the small meal, thanking them both for it. Pinkie had not changed out of her blue silk pajamas, and was probably planning to go around in them the rest of the day. Pound had at least put on a shirt and some shorts, which were the first thing he had found when Pinkie had woken him up. He had asked her to do it, but for Pinkie to pull the blanket off while he was still in his boxers was unforeseen. Mrs. Cake reached for one of the yellow cupcakes, but Pinkie stopped her.
"Nononono, you have to take the blue ones! We made them specially for you, didn't we, Pound?" She winked at him, but Pound didn’t know what to make of it.
"Yeah, at least Pinkie thinks so. You know how she likes to color the cupcakes according to those who are suppose to go to," he said.
"Why is there only one yellow one, then? There are three for me and Pinkie, but only one for Pound."
Pinkie just smiled secretly.
"He only needs one! Plus, he ate the others already." Pound grimaced, and he wanted to argue he hadn't taken any, but arguing with Pinkie would just be a confusing mess.
"If you say so Pinkie," Mrs. Cake shrugged. She took one with blue instead, and Pinkie took a pink one. Pound took the yellow one, even though he was more beige. They all took a bite of their respective cupcakes.
“Mmm, I got to say, this is pretty good!” Mrs. Cake exclaimed. “Did you put something different in these?”
“Yeah, something reeeeally special,” Pinkie giggled. “But I won’t tell! It’s a secret recipe; I won’t just share it like that!”
Pound had to say they were pretty good. A bit too much lemon for his taste, but pretty great. They finished the plate quickly, and didn’t leave anything left.
"Well thank you both for this wonderful meal, but I think it’s time for me to freshen up." She was about to get up when she put a hand to her cheek, which was flushing red. "Oh my, is it just me, or is it very warm in here?"
"Yeah, I feel it too," Pinkie said with a smile, her cheeks also flushed red. “Don’t you feel something too, Pound?
He did feel something, but not heat. “N-no, I think it’s just you two... What did you put in the mix, Pinkie?”
She looked down and giggled. “I guess I can tell you now. I put some crushed Viagra in ‘em! You can’t lie to me, Pound--your pants are betraying you!”
Pound looked down at the boner he already knew he had in his pants. “For the love of--” His face contorted in growing agitation. “Why’d you do that, Pinkie?! Of all things, why this?!"
Pinkie leaned over the bed and laid a hand on his shoulder, seemingly showing off her cleavage. “It’s Mother’s day, right? And you love your mother very much, so I thought you might show her how much you really do, but then I thought it might be a bit weird with me just setting this up without having a part myself.”
“Pinkie, are you crazy?! Why should I fuck Mom?!”
She gave an irritated sigh, as if he was the slow one. “You love your mom, right?” She said it slowly to make it sink in.
“Yeah,” he replied, suspicious.
“And you don’t want to see her in pain or agony, right?” She was awfully close to his face.
“Yes, of course.” She turned him towards his mom, who was breathing heavily, her nipples clearly stiff under her night dress.
"Then I think you should help her out then, you got the tools."
"It's still wrong, Pinkie!" He tried to come up with an argument, but his mind wouldn't let him.
"Stop bullshiting about it being wrong! I know you love her more than just a mom! You’re not exactly quite in your sleep."
Pound got possibly an even deeper red color in his face.
"Is that true, Pound Cake?"
"Mom, it’s not... It’s just that--" But Pound was silenced as Mrs. Cake locked lips with him in a deep kiss.
"It's okay hon, it's all okay. This explains why I haven't seen you with any girls... It's okay that you love me." Pound didn't know what to say, so he just embraced her in another kiss.
He put pressure on the tongue work as he slowly raised his hands and took off her night dress. He pulled it over her head, eyeing her beautiful, round breasts with their perky, pink nipples standing out. She started massaging her own breasts while moaning, pleased by the small outlet of lust that was driving on her body, but Pound stopped her.
"Here, let me do it." He cupped his mother’s boobs and gave them a deep massage while rolling his thumb over the two tops.
"Oh! Yes, Pound Cake, show me how much you love your mom," she moaned.
Pinkie sat in the chair next to them, with her top pulled above her chest and rubbing one breast with one hand while the other rubbed at her womanhood in her pants. She really seemed to be enjoying the show, so Pound decided to take it a bit further. He started to suck and nibble and his mom's left breast, while pinching the other. Unable to take anymore of this new treatment, Mrs. Cake gave a long and high moan, sinking down in the bed.
"Oh sweet Celestia, it feels so good! Don't stop, please..."
"You taste really good mom... You taste so sweet, like...frosting, almost." He rolled his tongue around her sensitive nipple.
"Oh, yeah! this is great!” Pinkie cried. “I didn't know this was going to be so hot!" Pinkie didn’t seem to be able to move her hand enough, so she stripped down to just her thong instead, slipping a few fingers into her desperate marehood with a gasp.
Mrs. Cake smiled lustfully down at her lecherous son. "Pound, could I help you... Erm, release some of the pressure?"
He looked up at her, disbelief in his eyes. "You would do that?"
"Of course I would, you’re my special boy."
"Could I--Could I put it...put it between your...tits?"
She smiled at him. "Of course dear, whatever makes you happy."
Pound could barely contain his excitement. He quickly removed his clothes, and placed himself further up. His member was standing straight out, pointed at her face.
"Look at my big boy!” Mrs. Cake hummed. “I bet there are many young ladies who would love to have a piece of that."
She took a firm grip of her son’s cock and gave him a few slow strokes, before lifting herself a bit up so she could take the head into her mouth. He groaned as she rolled her tongue around the sensitive head, before popping out again and putting it between her big melons. He slowly rocked back and forth, but began moving faster and further forward, feeling his mother’s soft breasts around his cock.
"Oh mom, your breasts feels so soft and nice! It’s so amazing!"
"Oh yeah? Let's see how it is when I do this..." She tilted her head forward, so he thrusted into her mouth as well.
"Oh yeah, now we're talking!" Pinkie moaned as she added a third finger into her wet pussy as she continued to watch mother and son.
Pound was in total bliss, rocking back and forth between his mother’s luscious breasts and in and out of her mouth. It felt so good that he didn’t pay attention to Pinkie’s comment, or her growing panting and moaning. His breath came in short pants as he felt a pressure quickly building up as he approached a climax.
“Mom, you’re too good! I... I can’t hold it much longer--” he said through gritted teeth.
“It’s okay dear, just give it to me! Let me taste your sperm!”
Pound didn’t quite believe what his mother was saying to him, but the thought was drowned out as he cried out and came.
He pressed his hips as far forward as he could as he sent thick strings of semen into her mouth, pulling away and firing on her face and her collar bone. The shots ended in a dribble in between her boobs. He leaned forward, still breathing heavily, but happy and smiling. Pinkie seemed to hit her peak as well; she came with a cry of pleasure as she drove her fingers as far inside herself as she could, soaking the chair in her juices. Mrs. Cake looked at her son with warm eyes.
“Look at you! Still hard as a rock after giving your mom such a big load...” She looked down at the still stiff member that pointed up at her. “Mmmgh, oh goodness, my pussy is burning up! Please, shove that beast of yours inside me!”
His jaw dropped. “A-are you sure Mom?”
Mrs. Cake cupped his cheeks and rubbed them warmly. “I’m sure, sweetie, let me feel you deep inside me... Pound me as hard as you want and let me know how much you love me! Fill me with your big tool and turn out my burning passion...” The lewd language of his mother surprised Pound, but he did as she asked and prepared to do it.
“Hey, did you forget about me?” Pinkie suddenly swooped behind him, pressing his head between her breasts, making both of them fall backwards.
“I have a burning passion too, and I’m not gonna fix that myself! You’re gonna have to work double!”
“But--” He was about to argue when Pinkie held him down by the shoulders while sliding up and sitting on his chest.
“No buts, mister! You’re gonna have my butt in your face.” She lifted her bum over his face and used two fingers to spread her pink lips, showing him her dripping wet pussy. “You will fuck Mrs. Cake, but you will also eat me out too!"
At this point, Pound was horny enough to go with many things, and this was one of them. “Ehm... Okay.”
“You better be ready to use that to--Aaaah!” She gasped as he suddenly drove his tongue inside her.
She started to feel up her breasts again, Pound Cake lapping at her soaked pussy. It tasted very sweet and sugary for some reason, so he kept on digging further inside her, gripping into Pinkie’s buttcheeks. Suddenly, Pound felt something else wet rubbing against his stiff member, something softer than a tongue.
“I hope it’s okay if I just put it in myself, dear...” Pound muffled a yes through Pinkie’s womanhood, and Pinkie squirmed on top of him in response. “Okay, here it goes...”
A sudden warmth locked around his rod, making him groan into Pinkie. “Ooh yes! Keep going, Mrs. Cake! Make him moan more into my pussy!”
Mrs. Cake did as Pinkie asked, lifting herself up a bit before sitting down again, sending jolts of pleasure through Pound’s body.
His mother’s inner walls felt incredible around him--soaking wet, but with a tight grip. Her slow movements became quicker, and she lifted herself higher up for each time she slammed down on him. Pinkie was moaning loudly as Pound kept driving his tongue around inside her, exploring her vag. She used one hand to rub her pearl right by his chin, and kept on massaging her breast.
“Oh fuck! Your dick goes so far inside me Pound! I can feel you hitting my...my womb! It feel so good, oh yes!”
“I know, he’s amazing! Oh sweet Celestia, his tongue feels so awesome! Keep going Pound, don’t stop, just keep going!” She had to lean forward on one hand due to the weakening feeling of pleasure. “Oh shit, I can’t hold it much longer!” Pinkie cried. “I’m gonna cum!” Pound had to admit he couldn’t hold out much longer either.
“Oh god, I think he is about to too...” Mrs. Cake pulled herself off of her sons hard rod. “Sorry, sweetie, but I can’t let you do that inside me... But I won’t just leave you on the brink.” She pressed his cock between her wet crotch and himself as she rubbed back and forth on his length.
“I can’t do it any more, I’m gonna- I’m gonna COOME!!” Pinkie screamed as her walls clenched around his tongue, releasing a flood of sweet juices that he greedily drank.
Her climax sent Pound over the edge, and he shot out another big load, moaning and gripping her bottom tight. Pinkie jumped a bit in surprise as she suddenly got his white fluid shooting into her open mouth, but swallowed happily. Mrs. Cake must have hit her brink as well, since Pound felt a flood of warm fluid that flowed over his still stiff dick.
“Oh, wow, you made me come so hard, Pound... Might have to make you my fuck buddy,” Pinkie breathed. “Ooh! And look, your tool still stands proud and tall! That Viagra is really doing it’s job!”
She took a grip on it and started blowing him, sucking out the remaining cum in his shaft. “Mmm, tasty.”
“Well... I guess that’s it...” He said, about to roll out of bed, but Mrs. Cake held down his legs while Pinkie sat on his chest.
“Nonono, you can’t leave yet! You’re still so hard! And you haven’t fucked me...” Pinkie strutted her ass and made her still wet slit visible, and Pound’s member twitched.
“Well I... I don’t think I can take much more....” Pound stammered. Pinkie looked over her shoulder with a lustful smile.
“Then I got the best idea for a finish! Mrs. Cake, please lay down on your back.” She did as Pinkie said and laid down on her back before she put herself on top of her, belly to belly and crotch to crotch. "You see Pound, now you can fuck us both at the same time!"
"Please hurry dear, the heat is killing us," Mrs. Cake complained. "Go ahead give us your wonderful rod." She didn't need to ask twice; he quickly propped his somewhat sore, but raging boner in his mother’s soft lips and shoved it inside.
She threw her head back as she came with a longing moan and intervened her fingers with Pinkie's. As soon as he hit his full length inside, he pulled out and moved it to Pinkie's love muffin that was much tighter than his mom's, but slipped easily in due to her wetness. She also came with loud calls for more and he started speeding up the switching of the holes. They quickly soaked the already drenched bed sheet in their combined juices as they leaked from the heavy pounding he gave them which he manage to keep going without missing a thrust. The constant change in tightness and feel was incredible, feeling the difference between young and tight to mature and soft drove him to bliss. The panting and yelping got muffled as the girls started making out in the passion, pressing their chests even closer as their nipples rubbed against each other and added on the already big amount of stimulation and lust. Pound started to feel the pressure building up again, this one seemingly bigger than the others.
"I.. comming," he grunted through his teeth.
"Do it inside me, I'm safe this week," Pinkie panted. "Common Pound, live up to your name and pound my sweet cunt!" He pounded his member deep inside her as he started to buck uncontrollably.
All three yelled loudly as they had a simultaneously orgasm. Pound filled Pinkie’s tunnel with his white goo in three shots and kept on cumming until it started seeping out. Her love nectar met his and mixed up, her mind going blank in the sensation of his release in her and her eyes rolled up while her tongue hung out. Mrs. Cake had arched her back as she hit her climax as well with a loud scream and started squirting her fluids with a look not much unlike Pinkie’s as she came.
They all slumped together in exhaustion from the intense threesome and was lying there just breathing heavily without a word with Pinkie on the left and Pound on the right for Mrs. Cake. It was now past midday and the sun was standing high in the sky outside.
"I got to say, that must have been the most wonderful mother’s day gift I've ever gotten," Mrs. Cake finally said.
"No argument here," Pinkie said smiling. "I definitely got a good fuck buddy now." Pound Cake didn't say anything, he had enough just breathing and listening for the moment.
"Let's just keep this a secret just between us three, okay? This might be something we could do some other time as well." Pound couldn't help but hug her tightly at the sound of that.
"I can't wait to help out Pumpkin Cake with Father's Day already," Pinkie giggled.
The End
