Staring at the wall from her bed, Nursery Rhymes let out a content sigh as she found her daily duties over and done with. Closing her eyes for a brief second, she rubbed her temples to relieve a small headache that was slowly building up.The only thing that came from it was a slight relief from the pounding. Pulling her hooves back down, she stretched out her body and a loud yawn escaped her throat before she laid flat against the soft sheets.
“Mhmm, another day of pointless house cleaning over and done with,” she mumbled to no one in particular. “Where’s that useless husband of mine when I need him?”
Looking to the side of her bed, she frowned at the empty spot, knowing her husband was working long hours in order to pay off the bills. Sadly, with all the work he had been doing, he was slowly spending less and less time with his wife and even their sons. Of course it wasn’t his fault that both of them spoiled their kids by buying video games all the time, in fact she regretted the first day she ever gave into her youngest son’s pleas and bought him a hoof-held game.
“Ugh, at the rate Button plays those silly games, I swear he’ll get his mark in video gaming one day,” she mumbled to herself before she rolled her body over and stared at the ceiling.
“Hmph, better a colt who knows how to use his hooves unlike some unsatisfying husband of mine! No calm down, girl. Don’t think like that, he’ll eventually give you the benefit of the doubt right?” She vented out loud, upset that her husband wasn’t only spending less time with them; he was also less sexually active. It wasn’t her fault that fate gifted her with a nursing cutie mark and made her a very fertile pony. When she married him, she was expecting to bare many of his children and was happy the days she had both of her kids. Of course that feeling was crushed when her husband went to the hospital and got a vasectomy behind her back.
“OH COME ON!” A sudden loud and very whiny voice shouted out, breaking the annoyed mare’s thoughts.
“Ugh, don’t tell me he’s still playing that thing?” She whined, digging her face into the bed.
“Stupid fucking game! I hit that parasprite before he hit me!”
Button’s mom jerked her head up at the sound of her little boy using foul language across the room. Her eyes went wide, and she turned her head to the door with a shocked expression on her face. Her little boy, barely older than ten and already using swears openly. With a disappointed sigh, she could only blame herself for his behavior. Getting into fights with her husband at night would sometimes end in verbal conflict. As much as she and her husband were to blame, she knew Button had to be punished.
With a small grunt, she started to pull her body out of the bed. Getting up she whinnied softly as her slightly swollen teats brushed against her back legs. That was another downside to not having many foals to nurse. Thankfully Button had a hard time letting go of his habit of sucking on her teats, and she welcomed his mouth with great pleasure. Of course he would grow out of it soon and she would have no choice but to deal with swollen teats by herself.
Walking to the door, she did her best to ignore the slight pain and made her way to her son’s room. Peering through the open door with a stern look on her face, she noticed her dark brown colt sitting on the floor with his hooves crossed over his chest with a pouty look on his face.
“Button!” She snapped at him, making him almost jump out of his skin. “What did I tell you about using those words!?”
Button froze up as the figure of his mother slowly approached him. Thankfully he wasn’t fully scared and quietly spoke up.
“But y-you and Dad use that all the time!” He pleaded in his defense with the same tone he used whenever she was going to take away his toys.
“No buts, young man. I warned you as to what would happen if I heard you using those words,” She replied, turning her attention to his hoof-held device not far from him.
Noticing her eyes focusing on his toy, Button lunged for it and held it tightly to chest. He couldn’t lose his favorite toy. Sure it was stupid from time to time, but he still loved playing with it.
“Please don’t, Mom! I’m sorry!” He whined, letting his lower lip tremble in hopes it would sway her.
“Don’t give me that lip, young man! Hand it over or I’ll turn the one-day grounding into a week,” She said back, not wanting to give him any remorse for his actions.
Button froze up and he started to whimper softly. Losing his toy for one day was horrible in its own thoughts. Losing it for a week was so much worse to think about. Letting his expression curl more, his eyes started to water.
“Please don’t take it away! I promise I’ll never use that word again!” Button cried at her.
Closing her eyes, she rubbed her head and knew she was going to regret punishing him, but knew it had to be done.
“You’re right you won’t use that word again,” she snapped, reaching out and grabbing the device. “And to make sure you don’t, you’ll give me that toy.”
Button panicked and held onto it for dear life. Sadly, with him being so young and weak, his mother was able to pull it away from him with ease. Feeling the warm and sweaty metal box leave his grasp, Button gave his mother a broken look before she put the toy in her mouth and started to trot away. He couldn't lose his game, he was so far in and quickly remembered it was still on and he forgot to save. Sucking back his tear, Button threw himself up and wrapped his forelegs around his mother`s legs. She winced as his hooves smacked against her swollen teats, causing her to stop.
“Please, Mom! Don’t take it away! I’ll do anything to keep it!” He screamed rubbing his face into her leg.
Nursery Rhymes was about to speak up and tell him to go sit in a corner for being troublesome, but the feeling of his face brushing against her vagina – along with his hooves holding her leg tightly – made her stop. For a brief second, her sexually barren mind wondered what it would be like to have the one of the younger males in her family please her, but the thought quickly left without a hint of remorse. She wasn’t deprived or depraved enough to use her own son for sex. No, she could never do such a thing.
“‘No means no, Button. Now go sit on your bed for a time out,” She said to him pulling her leg up into the air. Not giving her son a chance to reply, she started to shake her leg until he let go and fell to the floor.
Button hit the floor with a soft thud and he looked on quietly. As she resumed her walk, Button started to pound against the floor in an underaged fury of child’s rage while crying loudly. Ignoring him the best she could, she closed the door behind her and walked back to her own. Closing her own door behind her, she put the toy on the floor and sighed loudly, still hearing the muffled screams of her child.
“Ugh, maybe I would be less irritated if I actually got laid for once. I need a distraction, maybe a quick hoofing will put me at ease.” She thought, before she picked up the toy and tossed it onto her bed.
Climbing onto the bed, Nursery Rhymes laid the back of her head against the pillow and sighed softly. She wasn’t worried about Button popping in on her, considering he was a good boy and never broke a timeout at all. If he disobeyed her, his small rear would get a few hooves to it. Nursery Rhymes wasn’t a cold mother, she just believed in proper punishment for disobedient little foals.
“A quickie, it’s all I need,” she cooed softly, taking her hoof up to her chest before a small smirk crossed her face.
Her hoof would work fine; it been the only thing she had to use since it was impossible to hide sex toys from her husband. She had one hidden but seldom brought it out in fear of leaving it out after she was done. Settling for imagining a proper lover, she brushed her firm hoof against her neglected slit. For a brief second it tickled and aroused her further; letting her quickly break into a soft pace.
Button was starting to calm down in his room and knew he had to listen to his mother. Sniffling a few times, he wished she was more reasonable with her actions and was tempted to try one last time to get his toy back.
“Just... don’t cry, Button. Mom hates it when you whine at her,” he said to himself as he pulled himself off the floor.
Staring at his door, Button wondered how he would approach his mother on begging for his game back. He needed to save his game and was going to try his best to get to it. Wiping away a bit of tears from his eyes, Button sat on his haunches and wondered on what to do.
“Hmm, maybe I can make her happy somehow. Whenever she is smiling, she is much more happy than before. All I need to do is sneak out and see her doing something she loves and attempt to try it as well.”
Back in her room, Nursery Rhymes was working her hoof at a feverish pace. The edge of her hoof danced between her increasingly wet pussy lips, yearning for a release. Turning her body over, she rested her face against the pillow and raised her ass up into the air. While she was a mare who wanted her mate to be a proper lover to her, she craved nothing more than the feeling of her mate breathing hot air onto her neck while rutting her senseless. Nursery Rhymes missed the feeling of a real stallion and spent so many countless nights clopping herself raw. It got to a point where she had to do it twice a day in order to keep her sanity. Sometimes she wished she married a more willing husband.
A quick motion of her jaw and she sank her teeth into her pillow, moaning into it. Her hoof was working well enough for satisfaction, and from time to time she felt her pussy wink at the wall behind at the end of her room. Grinding her body backwards, she let out a deeper moan as a corner of her hoof slowly slid into her. Feeling its touch, she gasped and held her hoof in the spot, slowly massaging both her slit and her clit. Normally, it would be fine, but it just wasn't cutting it. Today was a day she needed a proper husband to satisfy her need. Her frustrations for the lack of a male quickly got to her and with an annoyed groan she bit down harder the pillow.
“I need a male so badly,” she whined underneath her breath. “One male; it’s all I crave.”
Fidgeting her body, her back legs rubbed against her sheets, and the back of her hoof touched the metal toy she took from Button. Stopping, Nursery Rhymes looked over her shoulder at the toy and for a brief second, started to recall how much she loved to play video games back in her day. She did acquire a fondness for metal toys when she was younger and contemplated using his for pleasure. Sadly using his Joy Boy would never work. She spent a large amount of bits on it and any kind of moisture could fry the little system. However with her state of mind, common sense was something she was lacking a bit of. Cooing softly, she stretched her leg out and tried to pull the toy in close so she could grab it.
“Mom? What are you doing?” Button asked, unsure of why his mother was all sweaty and biting on a pillow.
“BUTTON?!” Nursery Rhymes screamed as she started to flail about on her sheets, before she looked to the door and saw her little boy staring in at her with curious eyes. “BUTTON, MOMMA IS HAVING ALONE TIME! GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM!”
“But, Mom, I wanna make it up to you and apologize for being bad!” he said as he rushed to the side of the bed and stood up on his hind legs.
“Button, I said go to your room!” she snapped again, moving her hoof away and grabbing at the sheets to cover herself up.
“Please, I’ll do anything to get my Joy Boy back!” Button whined, as he started to climb onto the bed and then stopped; noticing a small wet spot on it. “Eww, did you pee the bed or sumthin?”
Nursery Rhyme’s face went beet red and her back legs fidgeted. Not only was she mad at her son for breaking the rules, but now she would have to deal with a whiny son and her arousal.
“Button, Momma needs her alone time. I’ll think about giving it back to you when Momma’s in a better mood,” she said to him, calming herself down slightly.
“When you’re in a better mood? You mean like right now?” he said looking over her body. I saw you smiling a second ago and your hoof... moving very quickly so is that something you do to make yourself happy?”
“Button, I said go to your room!” She said, not interested in having him do anything for her.
“But Mommmm, you look so happy when you… do whatever you do. Hey! What if I did it for you instead!? Would you give me back my Joy Boy then?” Button replied as he remembered something his mother told him about doing nice things for ponies and getting things in return.
“WHAT?!” Nursery Rhymes screamed, embarrassed to hear the thought of having her son try anything sexual with her. As embarrassed as she was, she was shocked that her little taboo had been answered. There was a male, and she was on the bed, eager and willing for one. Why did it have to be him?
“Come on, if I make you happy, then will you give me my Joy Boy back?” Button plead, rushing to his mom’s hot and bothered body and hugged her tightly.
“Button, I...” She started to say back, before pausing and actually giving his idea some thought.
Feeling his hooves try to wrap around her back leg, they brushed against her teats for a second time. Letting out a soft whimper, she quickly realized that the wet spot on the bed was from her lactating teats. While she wanted to get off more than anything, the sudden realization she was going to leak all over the bed with her teat milk bothered her.
“Button, can… you let go of Mommy's leg?” Nursery Rhymes asked.
“Only if you let me make you happy and get my game back!” Button said to her, pulling on her leg slightly.
“Fine, but first let go,” She said as her expression turned slightly at the feeling of his foreleg rubbed against her erect nipple. “I’ll make you a deal if you let go of my leg.”
“Alright, what’s the deal?” Button replied, letting go of her leg and placing his butt on the bed.
For a second her idea was to send him out of her room and fetch her a snack or something, giving her ample time to finish up. With the threat of detection looming over her mind, she would easily get off that much faster but something, a small talk in the back of her mind wondered what it would be like to have her own son provide pleasure. She was already head-deep in her own depravity so why not jump fully off the deep end and enjoy a male? Taking a deep breath, Nursery Rhymes laid down on her side and moved a bit of her disheveled mane away from her face. Turning her head, she looked at her curious son and let her mind wander again.
“It… wouldn’t hurt, would it? He is ten and only cares about his video games. Would it be bad if I got him to hoof me? Just once? He spends so much time mashing buttons that I bet he has more endurance than his father. The way he hammers his controllers around I bet he would have no problem taking his frustrations out on something, or someone, who would like it. Oh Celestia, Rhymes, are you that sex-deprived that you’re using your own son for pleasure. Of course he did say he wanted to make me happy, so there would be no harm in it. It’s… not like he will remember it anyway. Once I give him the game back, that's all he'll care about. He's just doing me a favor…”
“Button,” Nursery Rhymes said in a soft and slightly seductive tune as a smile came across her face. “Would you like to play a game? All you have to do is come and beat my high score.” She said, trying to make it sound like a game for him
“Oh? What kind of game do you have?” Button asked his mother, eager to see what it was.
“Simple,” She cooed rolling onto her back and spreading her legs, showing her son her wet pussy and puffy teats. “All you need to do is stick your hoof into this hole and mash it like you do with your game, and if you get thirsty you can have a drink as well.”
Button looked at his mother’s teats and smiled before his eyes went down a bit and turned into a look of confusion.
“Umm Mom, don’t you pee from that hole? I’d rather not have my leg smell funny,” Button told her, a bit scared to try and put his hoof against it. “Besides it... looks weird. Is there something wrong with it?”
“Well I... Momma’s always sad when your father doesn’t make me happy... S-so... I have to do it all the time!” Nursery Rhymes stuttered out, coming out with a reason on the spot. “But if you want to make me happy, then stick your hoof in it and start mashing.”
“If you say so,” Button said quietly, not really sure how she would enjoy it, before he placed his hoof against her very wet slit.
Nursery Rhymes moaned and her tail flickered around for a few seconds, showing just how excited yet worried she was. Looking back at him, Nursery Rhymes couldn’t help but smiled at the curious look on his face. His small beady eyes eying something that all boys would crave at a later age along with his little tongue sitting at the side of his lips, showing he was wondering what was so special about her very wet hole. He was so innocent and again she started to regret having her own son provide comfort. The line had already been crossed and knew she was a horrible parent for what she was doing, but the feeling left when he pushed his small and soft hoof into her folds.
“Mhmmm… just like that, my little boy,” Nursery Rhymes moaned into her pillow while Button looked on with a confused face.
Button wasn’t sure what he was doing that was so good for her, but he did notice that the inside of her hole was very warm and wet. He could also feel it clenching around his hoof as he started to move his hoof back and forth very slowly while pushing it deeper.
With the feeling of his hoof going into her, Nursery Rhymes froze up and moaned softly. It still felt wrong that her own son was attempting to get her off, but for some reason there was a bit of enjoyment out of it. His hoof and foreleg were a close match the length of her husband and only seemed to be getting longer inside of her.
“Mom? Why can’t I find the end? My leg keeps going in,” Button said to her, worried there was no end to her hole.
“T-that’s far enough, you’ve reached my check point anyway, sweetie. Just pull out and push back in with a steady pace,” Nursery Rhymes said to her son. “Also, you can wiggle your leg like a joystick. Make sure you move it a lot.”
“If you say so, Mom,” Button said, following his mother’s orders.
Feeling his hoof start to go faster, Nursery Rhymes did her best to hold back her moans, not wanting to creep out her son more than she already had. Sadly, it was harder than she thought it would be, with her son’s skills being so sharpened. The most she could do was move around a bit and ‘coo’ gently as every motion of his hoof hit every little love button in her snatch.
Minutes ticked by and Button was starting to get tired of mashing his mother’s wet and sloppy button. The foreign smell of her wetness was making his nose twitched with interest and he had a hard time trying to ignore the strange scent. His mother’s moans were slowly getting louder and her hole seemed to be getting tighter as he continued on.
“Man, is there a checkpoint soon? My hoof is getting tired.”
Licking his parched lips, Button began to feel himself become thirsty; until a new smell filled his nose. Looking down slightly, Button noticed his mother’s teats were leaking a bit of milk. Knowing he could drink a bit, Button swallowed back the air in his throat and slowly lowered his head. He started to remember the last time he tasted her yogurt-like milk and that was what made by him bite a little harder on her nipple. Feeling his teeth latch onto her she elicited a soft cry.
“Not so hard, sweetie,” Nursery Rhymes said softly, gliding one of her hooves to her bare teat and rested her hoof against it. “I know I fed you this morning, but please be more gentle.”
While it hurt a bit, Nursery Rhymes was happy to feel a bit of the tension in her teat slowly sink away. Even though he was ten, Button couldn’t grow out of his need to drink her breast milk. It was delicious and, though his brother made fun of him for still nursing, Button knew the taste was worth the torment.
“Sorry, Mom, but it tastes so good,” Button cooed as he started to suckle on her teat, letting the perky tip caress his lips.
Keeping his hoof moving, Button moved his other one to her teat and pressed it slightly, finding it was remarkably warm and soft. He could feel how swollen it was by the tension of her skin and the quivers of her body against his. Feeling his young teeth pinch her teat, trying to get more of the milk out faster, Nursery Rhymes put her hoof to his head and rubbed it softly, happy to feel a bit better.
Once the flavor started to build more on his tongue, Button moved his face more into her teat, suckling harder on it. The taste reminded him of sweet honey and peach yogurt. It was also something she ate a lot of as well, and while the taste of her milk was noticeable, it was very faint. While he suckled harder, Button started to thrust his hoof harder and faster out of instinct.
“O-oh gosh. Make sure you drink from both as well,” she sighed quietly, very aroused from having her nipples suckled and her pussy pounded. “Think of it as my bonus stage.”
“So how long do I have to do this anyway?” Button asked, turning his eyes to his Joy Boy sitting quietly on the side.
“Keep going until you beat the final boss!” she moaned, feeling his hoof press hard against her walls. “You’ll know when you win, just keep pushing my button!”
Button said nothing, instead switching his mouth to her next teat. The sudden switch made her body tremble as more tension was getting eased, and she started to fidget her back legs. She wasn’t far from her climax and knew it would be the best one of her life.
Minutes slowly passed and she was already head deep in her own depravity. Moans had become uncontrollable, the stench of sex hung heavily in the air, and Button was trying his best to beat a high score he couldn’t see. All the pressure from her teats had been fixed and only dribbles would greet Button’s mouth.
“Almost there, Button. That final boss can’t beat you!” she moaned loudly. “If you mash faster, I’ll even buy you any game you want!”
“Really!?” Button screamed back, excited to hear her propose such an awesome reward. “Alright, get ready Mom, I’m going to break your high score and beat the boss!”
Before she could say anything, her orgasm greeted her. Though her body seized up and she stopped moving, Button kept going as hard as he could. Eventually he slowed down once he felt something very hot and sticky greet his hoof. Feeling her moist walls clenching tightly around him, Button eased up. With a deep carnal moan from his mother, he took this as a sign that he was getting close and continued to mash harder.
“Oh sweet Luna’s teats, Button, you’ll be pleasing many mares with that hoof in the future!”
“Y-you can stop now honey! you-ah! You won! Oh goddesses, stop, stop, stop! You won!” Her cried, her own depravity fully descending into madness.
Hearing his mother scream out oddly, Button slowed down until his hoof was just staying still inside of her vagina.
“Oh Celestia, that was much needed,” She said, letting her body go limp against the bed.
“Did I break it?” Button asked as he started to pull out his hoof and stared at the sticky substance on the end of it.
It left with a squishing sound and, for a brief second, he noticed a line of marecum connecting the both of them together before he shook his hoof to get rid of it. Bringing it close to his nose, Button found it had a very odd smell to it.
“Oh yes, sweetie. You smashed my high score with ease,” she replied, closing her legs and tucking them close to her body.
“So I get my joy boy back now?” He asked, hoping all that work wasn’t for nothing.
“Of course, and I’ll even take you to the video game store tomorrow as well.” She hummed to him softly, moving a bit of her disheveled mane away from her face.
“Alright!” Button said, diving into her body for a nice big hug. “You’re the best mom ever!”
She chuckled to herself lightly before she wrapped him back in a hug. She knew what she did was wrong, and in a few years it would bite her in the ass, but if his hoof was that much better than her husband’s cock, then she wasn’t going to ignore a talent that could be nurtured. As long as he didn’t tell his father, brother, or even his friends about what he did, then she would shower him with toys for his services. She would be the best mother ever, even if others could never approve of her new mother-son activities.
