BBBFF's Other Meaning

Twilight Velvet made a sack lunch at the kitchen counter for her husband. "Are you sure you have everything dear?" She asked him as she finished putting his bag together.

"It'll just be a few days." Night Light assured his wife. "I'm sure I'll be fine." He said as he put the last of his travel items into his saddlebag. He'd packed for a three day trip to visit his mother, Shining's paternal grandmother, in Manehattan. A day's trip out by train, a day visiting his mother for Mother's Day, and a day back. Simplicity itself. A young Shining Armor sat at the breakfast table eating his bowl of Cheerileeos cereal. Night Light trotted over and tussled his son's mane.

"While I'm gone, you're the stallion of the house, you hear?" He said. Shining nodded, knowing it was impolite to speak with his mouth full. Night Light gave Velvet a kiss goodbye. It wasn't the heated lip-lock of passionate lovers. It was a gentle peck of lifetime companions that had grown accustomed to eachother. "Remember to take your... medicine while I'm gone." He whispered out of Shining's range of hearing. And with that, he walked out of the door and headed down the street toward the Canterlot train station.

Velvet waved goodbye as her husband trotted around the corner of the road and out of her view. She stepped back inside as Shining finished his breakfast and cleared his bowl from the table. Rising from his seat, Velvet noticed that he had an erection again. But then, Shining was getting to that age when a stallion was hard more often than not. It was nothing unusual. Perfectly normal for a healthy, young stallion, and certainly nothing to be ashamed of. Velvet had her cup of coffee and her morning pill.

"What's that?" Shining asked as he watched her take the pill.

"What? This?" Velvet said, holding the bottle up. "This is just mommy's medicine."

"Are you sick?" He asked.

"No, no dear, it's just... a vitamin." She fibbed.

"Oh." Shining accepted the answer. He understood the concept of a vitamin. He took one himself. It was to help him grow up to be a big, strong stallion like his dad. But he didn't understand why a grown pony like his mom needed one. "But you're a grown-up." He said.

"That's true. But you always need to make sure you're getting your vitamins." She chided. The explanation seemed to satisfy the curious colt. The truth was... much more complicated.

The truth was that for the past couple of years, the romance between Shining's parents had steadily dwindled to nearly non-existent. It wasn't anypony's fault. It was just several small things that had eroded it away over time. Part of it was Shining Armor coming into their lives. Now they had a son to care for. But raising a foal was so time consuming. And that, in addition to their jobs, left little time for intimacy. Quite in fact, at the the end of each day both were perfectly satisfied to go straight to sleep and get as much rest as they could.

But now that Shining was older and able to take care of himself. What should have been a second renaissance for them, never came. Somewhere along the way she'd lost her drive. But there was more to it than that. It was more insidious. A secret that she'd kept even from her self. Most of the time.

Night Light was not naive. He'd known full well that he was not Twilight Velvet's first coltfriend. Their respective histories were transparent to one another from the beginning. But there was one detail that Velvet had intentionally omitted. Night Light was... below average in the stallionhood department. And by 'below average', she was being charitable. To be fair, it worked well enough. Little Shining was evidence enough of that. And it was never something that stopped her from loving him. He was a wonderful partner and provider. A loyal stallion and the father of her colt. He was loving and caring and everything she could ask for in a stallion.

Except that.

She was hardly promiscuous. But she'd seen enough in her younger years while she 'sowed her wild oats' to have had better in bed. A quiet part of her conscience gnawed at her, wanting more where he physically could not provide. And she strongly suspected that it was a factor in her reluctance to intimacy.

When they went to marriage counselling, she couldn't bear to admit her need for more where he could not give. She was diagnosed with being 'frigid'. She was insulted at first by the notion, but also quietly hoped that they were right. Maybe it was just her. Maybe this little hormone supplement that the doctor had prescribed to her would help to put her back in the 'mood', and she could get past his... shortcomings.

But standing there in the kitchen, finishing her coffee, her mind couldn't help but wander as she glanced at her son's penis. She couldn't fathom from where he'd gotten his gifted appendage. Only that she knew that it wasn't from his father. Already longer, and thicker than his father, and he wasn't even fully grown yet. He was sure to make some lucky mare very happy with that.

Shining was oblivious to her gaze as he stood there, cleaning his bowl. His turgid member bobbed happily beneath him. He cared little about it himself. He knew about it precisely what he was told. It was what made him different from mares, who did not have one. And also that it did that sometimes, get hard as it was, and it was perfectly normal. Beyond that, he cared little. It was just another part of him, like his hooves and mane.

"After you're done cleaning your bowl, why don't you go out and play with your friends for a bit. Mommy's going to write for a while." She said. He dried the rest of his dishes and obediently put them away before heading outside.

Being a mother was just about the hardest job in the world. But it was likewise the most satisfying. Unfortunately it didn't pay the bills. Thankfully, Night Light's career was more than enough to support the family, leaving her free to be the stay-at-home mother she wanted to be. And it was also doubly a boon for her to pursue her dream of being an acclaimed author. She'd already done plenty of work as an editor to other well known authors. Most notably, A.K. Yearling, of the Daring Do series fame.

But she'd had enough of playing second fiddle to the great literary works of her time. She would write her own masterpiece and solidify her name as one of the greatest authors of her generation. She sat at her desk and fed a crisp, clean sheet of paper into her typewriter. She loved the sound of the paper feeding through the machine. It was the sound of new beginnings. Of limitless creativity and boundless possibilities. She brought her hooves over the keys and...

...nothing.

And so she faced another fruitless morning, her writer's block as frustrating as ever. She thought about writing a fantastic story about a Pegasus adventurer who searched for ancient treasures... no, no, no, she was just channeling Daring Do stories again. A young colt orphan who goes to magic school and eventually fights the one who killed his parents... nah. A story about the ponies living in a shelter from the fallout of a worldwide apocalypse, eventually venturing out into the world... She laughed out loud at the idea. Who would want to read such a thing? Her levity quickly gave way to resignation as she crumpled up the paper with her discarded ideas, tossing it into her waste basket.

After a couple of hours, Shining walked in with a plate.

"What's this?" Velvet asked as Shining brought a plate to her desk.

"Lunch." He said. He'd made her favorite soup and sandwich combination. With a special ingredient. A secret ingredient.

After all, he loved his mother. He wanted to take care of her, just as she'd taken care of him whenever he'd gotten ill. He knew how miserable it was to get sick. He knew that he took his vitamins to stay healthy and grow up strong. She took her vitamins to stay healthy too. And by his rationale, if a little is good, more must be better. He'd ground up a few more of her 'vitamins' and put them in her soup and sandwich. He never wanted her to get sick again.

"Thank you dear." She said. "Say, could you go out and tend to the garden for me?" She asked.

"Sure thing!" He said. He turned on his heel and headed back downstairs and outside, getting the hose hooked up. Velvet ate her lunch, still wracking her brain about story ideas. By the time she'd cleaned her plate she could feel herself getting flushed. A sort of mild tingling in her lower abdomen.

Perhaps it was a bit too much spice in her soup, she reasoned. But it certainly didn't feel like heartburn. This was something... different. She looked out her window into her back yard. Down below, Shining was watering the various vegetables of the garden. How he'd managed to get his mane soaked in the process was beyond her. But between his shimmering coat and his throbbing erection, she felt a very prevalent warmth in a very specific location of her anatomy. Her hooves began to move, almost on their own to her...

typewriter.

A married mare, whose love life has wilted, finds it reignited in a young stallion landscaper... she typed out. She added a working title, Forbidden Love. She paused for a moment, checking her most up-to-date directory of fiction titles. "Damn." She cursed. It was already taken six times. She needed something that would stand out more. "What Is Love?" She typed. She checked again. "Double damn!" That was even worse. "Fine, it can just be a working title for now..." She decided. She could always come back to that later.

The extra doses of mare hormones that Shining had fed to his unbeknownst mother were taking their effect. What had started as a drama/ thriller gave way to more and more thinly veiled innuendo, and, before she knew it, she was typing out hardcore sex scenes between the older mare and the young buck. It was getting to the point where she would have to be typing with one hoof but she was interrupted.

"Um, mom? When's dinner?" Shining asked from the doorway. Velvet looked up. She'd been typing up a storm when she noticed her son. She looked back down at the raunchy sex scene she'd just written. She blushed, quickly pulling it from the typewriter and hastily stuffing it into her folder with the rest. There was barely any room for it. She'd written more in the past six hours than she had in as many months. A cursory glance out the window at the darkening sky indeed confirmed that it was quite dinner time.

"Oh my goodness dear, I guess I lost track of the time!" She apologized.

"I could reheat those apple fritters in the ice box." Shining suggested.

"Oh, no I'll make a dinner." She said.

"But you look so happy when you're writing." Shining said. "I don't think I've ever seen you smile so much!"

"Well I don't think I've ever written so much in one sitting either." She said.

"Let me make dinner." Shining said, practically demanding it. "I'm a big pony now. Besides, dad said I'm the stallion of the house while he's gone." She nodded, and he turned to go make dinner. She thought about how he looked earlier, a wet and... hard and demanding looking.

"You certainly are." She whispered to herself.
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It turned out that all of the time Shining spent pulling on mommy's apron in the kitchen while she cooked had paid off. Her talent had rubbed off on him in dividends. They each sat and enjoyed the food that he had prepared. Shining was practically beaming with pride. His plan had worked. He gave mommy extra vitamins and she was able to write and was so happy. He made sure to give her more in her serving of dinner.

Velvet, for her part could barely focus her thoughts on the moment at hoof. Her mind was still a hurricane of writing ideas. She'd barely enough time to scratch them all down before more came to her. And all of them very erotic. She'd never imagined herself as a erotic fiction author, but here she was. Perhaps it was what she was meant to do. She looked over at her son across from her.

Aside from being a mother of course.

The course of the day had certainly made itself apparent on Shining. His fur was matted with dirt and sweat and bits of dinner.

"You've made quite a mess of yourself." Velvet said. "It looks like you'll be needing a bath."

"Nuh uh!" Shining protested. He looked at his fur it wasn't that dirty, okay maybe it was. He groaned in resignation.

"Come on, you." She said leading him by his hoof upstairs. In the washroom she began to draw a bath for the colt. She checked the water with her hoof, making sure it wasn't too hot.

"I can do this myself." Shining said. It was true, she realized. He was getting to that age where he ought to be bathing himself soon. Maybe it was just some small part of her that didn't want him to grow up too quickly. Just this one last bath, she decided.

"Oh, like the time you tried to cut your own mane?" She retorted. Shining blushed. "Right before school photo day too. You looked like you had just escaped from an insane asylum." She teased. "Let me just get you mostly cleaned up, then you can finish your bath yourself." She bargained.

*Huff* "Fine." He said, stepping into the tub, sitting down in the warm water. She put the wash pitcher under the warm water tap, and poured it over his nappy mane. As she worked some shampoo into it, the warm water of the tub began to have an effect on the adolescent pony. Normally she would just ignore the involuntary male reaction. But this time she was having a hard time taking her eyes off of it. She felt the similar warmth in her loins from earlier. He was completely at her eye's mercy to ogle with his own eyes clenched shut as she scrubbed his mane.

"Mom." Shining whined, growing impatient. Velvet came back to the present and quickly rinsed the shampoo from his mane and face. He rubbed his eyes clean as she worked a lather from the soap in her hooves. He leaned forward as she did his back first, scrubbing his shoulders and then forelegs. As per the routine, he leaned back, letting here wash hind legs as he lifted them up out of the water. Lastly his chest, belly and...

Velvet hesitated just a moment before proceeding. She'd done this so many times before, even with him erect like this but... why did it feel so different this time? He laid back in the tub, exposing himself to her completely. She resumed washing him. She ran the lather over his groin, washing his behind, and his scrotum, causing his member to twitch involuntarily. She worked her soapy hoof up his shaft, giving it a thorough wash. She could feel her marehood practically aching as she stroked her soapy hoof up and down his length. Shining let out a little moan, not really sure what was going on. But he was pretty sure he was clean now and he could rinse off.

"Um, mom?" He asked. Velvet barely heard him, now mesmerized by the massive stallion meat in her hoof.

"Here." She levitated some conditioner over to him, putting some in his hooves. "Do your mane." She gave herself some as well. Conditioner was far better for this task than soap anyway. Shining's hooves trembled slightly as he tried to work the conditioner into his mane. It was almost like she was tickling him, but it didn't want to make him laugh. It just felt strange.

"I- I think it's clean." He stammered.

"Nonsense!" She corrected him. "Look at all these mud stains." She said, referring to his shaft's mottled spots. He'd never really taken any time to look at the annoying thing that bobbed beneath him from time to time. So he just took her word for it. "Close your eyes and work that conditioner into your hair." She said. She dripped another drop of lubricating conditioner on her pumping hoof, getting him good and slick. The head of his shaft began to flare. She could tell he was getting close now. Shining gripped the sides of the tub. He began to panic. He felt strange, like he was about to pee in the tub.

"Mu- mum!" He gasped. He felt his balls tighten and his shaft throb as his orgasm rocked his body. The first glob of his semen flew up into the air before splashing down into the water. Velvet let go of him in shock.

This was her goal. This was what she'd meant to do. She knew full well what she was doing, and what it would look like. But when it actually happened... it was like the reality of the act came crashing down on her. His cock slapped against his belly as he continued to spurt his load onto himself, making his fur sticky and soiled again.

"UNGH UNGH!" Her son grunted, his body rigid as he ejaculated. Velvet was in awe. There was so much cum, and it just kept pumping. Eight solid ropes before it finally subsided. He finally relaxed his muscles before nearly breaking down in embarrassment. "Mom, I'm so sorry! I didn't know it would-" She put her hoof to his lips.

"Shh, shh. It's okay. It's perfectly natural. It's perfectly normal." She lied. There was nothing normal about what she'd just done with her son. And now she felt mortified. "Come on, why don't you go ahead and get yourself rinsed off while I get you a towel." She said trying to restore some actual normalcy to the scene. He worked the last of the mess out of his fur as she let the milky water down the drain and toweled him off.

"Why don't you go ahead and get ready for bed?" She said. He nodded and went to his room. Velvet just sat there after a moment, still in disbelief of what had just happened. She'd just given her own son a hoof job. He might not have understood what was going on, but she should have known better. She did know better. She damn well did, but she acted anyway. She looked back at the tub. The water had washed away all of the evidence.

Well, not all of it.

A solitary glob from his first powerful burst had struck the wall higher up on tub the wall. She took the wash cloth in her hoof to wipe it away, but stopped herself. Instead she extended her empty hoof to it, scooping it up. It pooled in the slight depression of her palm. There was so much cum, she flashed back to that moment earlier. She'd never seen so much at once. She couldn't imagine how long it must have been pent up for her poor boy. She took some solace in the idea that she had relieved him of such a burdensome load. But for such a waste. She brought her hoof closer to her face.

Over the fading scent of the bath soaps and shampoo, she could smell the heavy musk of his spunk in her hoof. It gave her goosebumps. The sheer naughtiness of it, the taboo. She extended her tongue to lick it, hesitating for a moment. This was so wrong. It was wrong of her to have acted as she did. It would take time to undo what she had done to him, and for him to hopefully forget about it in time. But he wasn't here now. This would not hurt anypony. Her marehood practically quivered with anticipation. Her shame quickly gave way to excitement. She licked the cum from her hoof.

It had been years since she'd tasted a stallion's seed. But his was far sweeter tasting than she remembered his father's being. Night Light had a penchant for the cider, onion, and garlic flavors. All of which soured his semen flavor. Shining's palate preferred sweeter confections and fruits, and it showed in his flavor. She would have to make more of those raspberry squares that he liked so that it would be even better next time she-

"No no NO!" She scolded herself. She couldn't be thinking like this. There was not going to be, and could not be a next time. She kept herself from licking her hoof clean, opting to wash them in the basin. "There." She said. At least she had some measure of self-control.

She walked into his bedroom. He was already in bed like a good little colt. Not so little anymore. The thought intruded in her mind. She did her best to shoo it away. He was growing up for sure. But he wasn't too old for her to tuck him in. At least this one last time. He was always so rough in bed, pulling all the covers and sheets out of place.

Rough in bed.

Rough in bed.

Velvet ignored the voice in her mind egging on her... condition. She was still quite physically excited from earlier. She worked quickly to finish getting the sheets and covers tucked back in, knowing full well that they'd all be pulled back out again by morning. It was a labor of love. She leaned across him, tucking in the far side. Shining's nostrils flared.

"Mom, are you wearing perfume?" He asked.

"What?" She asked, surprised.

"The perfume your wearing, it smells nice." She felt him begin to swell again beneath the covers. "I like it." She didn't understand. She wasn't wearing any- Velvet's face turned beet red, and she quickly tucked her tail down. It was her that he was smelling. He was getting aroused from her marehood's scent! She quickly removed herself from the bed.

"Oh, it's uh- just something new I'm trying." She lied. She felt herself beginning to sweat. "So, uh, uhm- goodnight!" She said, moving to turn the light off.

"Hey mom?"

"Y-yes dear?"

"Thanks for... the bath." He said, blushing.

"Oh, well I was, uh, just making sure that you were clean is all. And now you are, and you can clean yourself from now on, now that you're old enough." She mentally smacked herself in the forehead for more of less telling her son to masturbate in so many words. But the message was clear enough. Tonight would not happen again. And he would be bathing himself in the future.

"It just, um... felt good." He said, feeling embarrassed.

"Well, that's perfectly normal." She repeated. "Perfectly natural." She hated how much she was sounding like a repressive health teacher. "Now get some sleep."

"I love you mom."

"I love you too, Shiny."