Saturdays were always nice and quiet. Button's mother sighed contently in her chair. Nice and quiet. Her eyes narrowed. Too quiet. There should be faint sounds of video games ringing through the house.
"What is he up to?" Button's mom mumbled to herself. She sneaked through the hall and towards his door. The unmistakable light from the TV was shining through the crack under the door. Yet there was not a sound to be heard from inside. Button's mother put her hoof on the door and gently slid it open.
A gentle smile appeared on her lips as she looked upon her son. The little guy was sleeping soundly, the controller still in his hooves. As her eyes went over his body, the motherly smiled quickly faded. Her eyes widened as she stared at the colt's hardened cock. A quick peek at the screen revealed the source for the hard-on.
Button's mother sighed as she looked upon the scantily clad mare. She knew those games from Saddle Arabia were a bad influence. Her eyes quickly returned to her son's cock, however. It was so hard not to look at. And it had been a while since she had... No, that was ridiculous. Button was just a colt, and her son. Yet... it was right there. She felt herself arch her back, trying to grind against anything at all.
Maybe just a quick look. Just a look, and that would be it. She quietly stepped forward, until she was right in front of Button. He was snoring loudly, drool hanging from his mouth.
She lowered herself, until her head was mere inches above his dick.
"Wow..." she whispered.
It was so beautifully shaped. That mottled, brown stallionhood. Maybe she could just... Button's mom shook her head. There was no way she was even considering this.
"He's your son," she mumbled to herself. "What is wrong with you?"
Despite her protesting, she kept staring. It was hypnotizing to look at. Like a beating heart it throbbed, expanding and deflating. The flared head was glistening with pre-cum.
She licked her lips and moved closer. A quick sniff wouldn't hurt anyone. She inhaled deeply and nearly collapsed. The strong, masculine musk filled her nostrils and sent shivers down her spine. It even increased the aching between her legs.
Button's mother bit down hard on her lip and whimpered. She looked from side to side with wide eyes. A hoof sneaked down between her thighs, intend on getting rid of that aching. Watching it wouldn't be bad. She would just watch and get herself off. Nothing strange about that.
The moment she touched herself, she slapped her second hoof in front of her mouth to stifle a moan. She bit down on her own flesh, wanting not to wake the boy with her hungry voice. Even as her hoof ran up and down her folds, pressing against just the right spots, the aching did not fade. In fact, it only seemed to get worse. She groaned into her own hoof in frustration.
Button's dick was all she could think of. And it was right there, too. Ripe for the picking. She looked around again, faster this time. If nobody noticed, she wouldn't have done anything wrong. Everything would be just fine.
She removed the hoof from her mouth and gulped.
"B-Button?" she whispered.
The colt didn't move a muscle.
"Button?"
No response. She put her hoof on his little body and shook him gently.
"Button, I'm going to throw away all your games."
The only thing that accomplished was increasing the volume of his snoring.
She grabbed the controller and put it aside. Button's hooves fell down to his sides, giving her a perfect view of his hard dick. Cursing at herself, she moved forward. As the musky smell increased, as did her hunger. She prepared herself for the final test and stuck out her tongue. With her legs ready to run, she gave the shaft a quick lick.
Button just laid there, snoring away. His mother eyed him carefully, watching for any unusual movement. When none came, she threw herself at his cock. She opened her mouth and took in the entire length. With the fleshy rod poking at her throat, she moaned in ecstasy. Finally her hoof was relieving some of the aching.
Due to the lack of girth, his mother was easily able to twirl her tongue all around his shaft. She licked and sucked the entire thing, lubing it up. Like a starving child she nibbled and sucked, wanting more and more.
Button's mother started bobbing her head up and down, twirling her tongue around the shaft all the while. The fire burning between her legs commanded the increased speed of her hoof, and she gladly obeyed. Her son's room was filled with obscene sounds of wet flesh and shame. The mother greedily sucked her son's dick, putting her expert mouth to full use. She was too lost in sucking the underage dick to care if he woke or not.
Every time she bottomed out, she inhaled sharply, filling her mind with that perfect, masculine smell. Her hoof furiously attacked the flesh between her legs, wanting nothing more than to end the fire burning there. She moaned and whimpered onto her son's dick, well aware of the fact she was doing something horrible. At this point, there was no stopping it. Button's mother needed that dick inside her mouth, and everything else was secondary. So long as he didn't wake up, she didn't care.
She pulled her head away and instead focused on licking the shaft.
"I'm such a whore," she whispered. "Celestia would have my head if she saw me."
Button's mom couldn't help but moan as her tongue ran over the mottled skin.
"Yesss, I'm a horrible mother. I'm a freak. A pervert." Faster and faster her hoof went.
She took both of her son's balls into her mouth and sucked eagerly. Intense feelings of shame and depravity washed over her. But those salty, sweaty balls felt so good in her mouth. How could she not do it?
She looked past the shaft and up at her son's face. What wouldn't he say if he saw her now? He'd probably hold her down, slap her face. Faster and faster her hoof went. Yes, he'd grab her hair and call her a dirty whore.
Button's mother popped her sons balls out of her mouth and returned to the shaft. She took the entire thing into her mouth and moaned loudly. She buried her muzzle in his balls, inhaling deeply as her tongue worked the cock inside her mouth. Just a little bit more and she'd be there. Her hoof was aching from the excessive movement, but she had to keep going.
Once again she turned her mind to the 'what if' scenario. Button would no doubt hold her here, snout buried in his sack as he commanded better treatment of his cock. Just a bit more. He'd slap her flank and tell her she was worthless. Below her snout, she could feel his balls vibrating. His entire shaft shook inside her mouth, and it sent her over the edge.
The moment the first wave of warm, sticky semen hit her throat, she moaned in bliss. While she gulped and coughed on the hot loads, she spilled her own juices onto her son's floor. She kept nuzzling his balls with her snout, wanting every last drop of her son's semen in her mouth. With eagerness and joy she swallowed all of her son's semen dutifully. It tasted so fresh and new, untainted by other mares. It brought joy to her mind to know she was the first to drink from his tap.
Once every last drop was securely in her stomach, Button's mother licked the penis clean. Button was still snoring soundly, completely unaware of the lewd act his mother had just performed. Her hoof was still slowly sliding up and down her slit, as if put on autopilot. She kissed the slowly deflating shaft and looked at her son. With such an impressive specimen, mares would surely love him come the years of teenage life.
She panted as she got up, still watching her sleeping son. While the fire between her legs had been quelled for now, it would be back. Thus was the life of a mare in heat. And there was only one thing to truly relieve her of that horrible aching and itching. A blush crept upon her cheeks as her eyes once again fell upon her son's beautiful member.
"Mmh..." she moaned to herself.
It would fit so perfectly inside her. And it could really, truly help her get rid of this awful heat between her legs. Button's mother shook her head and scolded herself mentally. What she had done was bad enough. There was no reason to add to that. She quietly backed out of the room and closed the door.
Feeling exhausted from the orgasm, she tugged herself in bed with a sigh. Part of her felt horrible for what had just occurred. She was supposed to be a good mother. Then again, sexual relief wasn't necessarily bad. But she did contemplate to have sex with her son. And that was most definitely bad. Unless... he consented. With a giggle, she drifted off to sleep.
