Button had just started college days ago, turning 18 a few months ago and had developed a more mature body, having grown hair at the respective regions, as well as developing larger sexual organs as well. He had been struggling to contain his sizable appendage whenever he spied some filly blatantly wearing clothes that are a little too provocative for school wear, especially when his mother donned on anything remotely risque.
In the past few months after his 18th birthday, Button had been compulsively, frequently using his mom as a stimulus for his sexual fantasies, sometimes managing to listen in on her while she was masturbating or fantasizing about her while at the pool with her, masturbating at home after with pics depicting him and her in trunks and somewhat skimpy swimsuits. Cream, on the other hand, had felt more lonelier than ever, especially after his father had abandoned them, feeling tempted for more intimacy with her son but tried her best to refrain from fantasizing about him, despite getting aroused by the sight of his young mature body every now and then.
One day after classes, he pelted home with the notion to dispatch his homework so he can play video games, as usual. Upon reaching his abode and letting himself in, "I am home, Ma."
"Welcome home sweetie, dinner will be ready soon, shower now." She responded in a raised amplitude with a cordial muse and a hint of assertiveness.
She knew Button well enough, that he would be inclined to play games before even washing up. He heads over to the bathroom after removing his shoes by the door and cleanses himself off the minuscule environmental grime and sweat. He changes into nothing but his boxers, snugly hugging his waist, upper thighs and crotch, making his more mature sexual bits very prominent, which didn't concern him in the least. Sitting by the dining table, the fragrance and the sight of the alluring food before him draws him in, followed by his voracious but slow consumption to relish the food.
Cream arrives at the dining table minutes later with her own dishes, starting to help herself to them along with him. As she approached, Button caught her in his peripherals, clad in her nightgown, her usual evening wear. He started to feel his crotch engorge quickly and strain against his boxers while trying to refrain from glancing at her body. Of course he couldn't not suppress his urge and stared at her every now and then while she was eating. Her shoulders and arms looked slim and supple despite her ideal level of chubbiness. Her night gown was so thin, that despite covering her whole chest, her somewhat dark, wide areolas were visible.
'Buck... She is wearing that damn dress again, with no bra!.' He thought to himself as he was looking down, slowly shoveling the delectable food while apparently pensive, with a light blush.
'I shouldn't think of her this way. Why does she dress like that though? After years of being devastated from dad leaving us, she had changed, especially after I turned 18...'
"Honey? Are you alright?" She interjected his thought process. "How was your day?"
"Yeah I am, mom!" He responded with a mild start, sitting upright to meet her cordial, maternal gaze. He found it so titillating as well, along with the rest of her body. "It was fine, I just have a bit of homework."
Button was already working on the last few morsels, before licking the plate clean then getting up to head over to his room upstairs, giving Cream a good view of his mostly exposed front.
"Done already?" She inquired in surprise, before blushing lightly as his body, along with his rather impressive bulge meets her vision.
"Eat slowly next time please!" She called out before sighing in mild exasperation, sitting down and eating her dinner now.
Starting to ruminate, 'He sure has gotten big... despite not growing much in stature.', before realizing the faux of such a thought, attempting to banish it, however fantasizing about how his jewels would have turned out by now, as compared to when she last saw them, many years ago.
'No! You old dirty sow, you can't...'
An hour later, Button was engrossed in a game, before the stimulus triggering his micturition reflex overwhelms his attention on the game. He pauses and gets off to relieve himself, before bolting back upstairs to head for his room but just as he was about to open his door, his ears perceive soft moaning emitting from his mother's room nearby. The sounds elicited a tingle from his pubic area, coaxing him into approaching her room surreptitiously to listen in...
A minute into eavesdropping on his mother's moaning and he had already lifted a boxer leg over his 6.5 inch erection, grabbing the girth and stroking it fervently, his mind frenetically reminiscing over the visage of his mother in the somewhat provocative wear from earlier. His climax follows minutes after, expelling globs of creamy ejaculate, several days worth, on the wall beside her room door.
'Buck I was too engrossed this time, I forgot to jack off into my boxers as usual...'
Panting and looking at the globs of cum dripping down, he wears his boxers back over his dripping, gradually reverting cock then hurries back to get some tissue to wipe the wall then returns back to his bedroom. After locking the door and slumping on the bed, feeling a mix of bewilderment, guilt and concern.
'Welp... I jacked off to her again, I couldn't clean off all of the cum. I want to see her naked so bad, or at least her boobs...'
Albeit feeling guilt over harboring designs on his own mother, he earnestly had feelings for her as well, enamored with her loving, motherly demeanor, along with her youthful, luscious body. He wanted to lose her virginity to her.
After cleaning off some cum remnants from his cock head and whatever he can from his boxer leg, he resumes playing his game. Meanwhile, Cream had finished her own little escapade of the flesh, she exits her room in her nightgown to acquire a glass of water, before abruptly catching a whiff of semen by her door. Button had never Leaning down towards the strong scent of her son's jizz, she sniffed at the barely conspicuous stain of cum, her eyes growing wide as she blushed, 'Was he... Oh Celestia.'
