BBBFF's Other Meaning

Twilight Velvet's eye's fluttered open as the morning sun streamed in through the curtains of her bedroom window. She was visited by some very strange dreams last night. The details quickly evaporating as she yawned. The clock on her nightstand said that it was past her usual morning wake time. But she was sure that she'd set an alarm last night.

She heard the clattering of pots and pans downstairs. Shining must already be up making himself something to eat. Velvet rolled over, content to get another thirty minutes or so to finish that dream she was enjoying about that young stud. She wouldn't worry about Shining until she smelled smoke.

"Hey mom!" Velvet woke up again, this time to Shining standing by her bedside levitating a tray in front of him.

"What's this?" She asked as she sat up. He placed the tray in her lap. "Breakfast in bed?"

"It's Mother's Day!" He said proudly, presenting some flowers as well. She recognized the Daffodils from her garden. Not quite in full bloom yet, but still a lovely snack. She smiled and nibbled on a few petals as he settled beside her on the bed. Breakfast was nice. A bit overdone, but quite edible for what was a first time for him cooking alone. She was very proud of him, and it showed on her face. He was proud of himself as well. He'd put more of her vitamins ground up in her breakfast, and it was making her so happy.

"Thank you dear." She said. The hot tray and coffee in her lap was making her feel a bit flushed though. By the time she finished eating, the warmth from that area was spreading throughout her body. She was beginning to sweat again. "But I really need to get out of bed. It's getting too warm in here."

She lifted the tray off of herself, and slid out of bed. When she pulled back the covers, a plume of her mare odors came wafting up with a strong pungency. Shining's biological reaction to the aroma was immediately evident. He had to readjust himself to avoid discomfort beneath him. Velvet made a hasty retreat.

"Um, I'm going to go write for a bit." She said. "Could you be a dear and clean up? Then you can go out and have some fun outside for a bit if you want."

"Okay." He said. She walked out to her writing office to type for a while. Shining waited until he couldn't see her before pressing his snout into her warm sheets. It smelled heavenly.

Before she settled down to write, she took a quick detour to the kitchen. She remembered to take her morning pill. They were small and numerous. And yet, the bottle felt slightly lighter than she was expecting. She dismissed the notion as a trick of the mind and headed back upstairs. As she settled into her seat, she could hear the clatter of dishes in the sink and the splash running water.

She went back and re-read the previous couple of paragraphs from yesterday. She was almost in disbelief at how saucy her own writing was. She found herself getting worked up all over again. In no time at all, her hooves were working furiously...

...on the keys of the typewriter. The colt landscaper was ravaging the older, married mare. It was so dirty and forbidden. The youth and vigor of the colt, paired with the feminine experienced mare. Her teaching him how to please a mare, and him with the energy to execute it. She typed even faster than she did the day before. At one point, the bars of the typewriter keys became bound up, forcing her to pause. The ensuing silence shifted her focus away from her writing for a moment.

It was quiet. Too quiet. She hadn't heard a thing from Shining in... She looked at her clock. Nearly two hours. He wasn't outside. When he was being quiet, it usually meant he was getting into trouble. She fixed her typewriter and the jammed parts flipped back into their correct positions, flicking a bit of ink at her and onto her chair. She sat back down, and readjusted the paper for when she came back up after lunch. She headed downstairs to see where he'd gone off to. Downstairs, she stepped into the living room, finding him at the coffee table with a set of colored pencils, feverishly coloring something. He glanced up at the sound of her approaching hooves.

"Oh, mom, there you are." He said. "I was just going to call for you, but you seemed busy writing so I let you be." He looked at her, and then back at his picture. "Um, could you look to the right please?" He asked. She looked over to the right, expecting to see something out in the back yard. "Oh, no. I meant my right. So, your left then." She looked the other way, seeing the kitchen pretty much as she remembered it, except for the breakfast dishes drying in the strainer on the counter. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him glancing up at her, and then at the paper again.

"What are you drawing?" She asked. Silence. Nothing but the sound of graphite on parchment. "Shining?" She asked, getting his attention. "What are you drawing?" She turned back to him.

"You." He said flatly.

"Oh, how sweet! Can I see?" She asked as she walked over to him.

"NO!" He quickly laid over the paper and table with his body, hiding the image. "It's um, it's not ready yet." He said, looking up at her from his awkward position. As a writer, she knew better than to impede his creative streak. She backed off, giving him room.

"Okay, sorry." She said. "Can I see it when it's... ready?" She asked. He nodded quickly, waiting impatiently for her to leave. She turned, heading for the kitchen. Once she was far enough away, he got off of his drawing and resumed his work on it. It was time for Velvet to have lunch anyways. She made two sandwiches. "I'll make a sandwich for you too!" She called into the next room. She heard the shuffling of paper and the clatter of his art supplies. After a couple of moments, he came trotting into the room, paper in tow.

"Okay, it's done." He said, smiling wide. He put the drawing on the table and slid it over to her. Velvet nearly gasped. She'd never realized that her son had such a talent for art. The portrait of her was... astonishing. The detail of her fur, her mane, her eyes. But what really took her breath away was how she looked.

She looked... beautiful. She looked so young and vibrant. Gone was any sign of her age, no laugh lines, no post-foal belly. He'd given her curves in all the right places. Her flank was toned and shapely, her expression, seductive. Her pose, risque! Her butt was prominently featured, the artist's view from behind. She was looking back over her shoulder, with come-hither eyes. The smile he'd drawn on her looked more like a foxy smirk. She was sexy! Was this really how she looked to him in his mind?

Not wanting to hurt his creative drive, she responded as politely as she could.

"It's- it's beautiful." She said, feeling a mix of flattery and confusion.

"Yes, you are." He answered. He went over to the counter to finish making their lunches. He crushed a couple more tablets for her sandwich while she just stared at her picture. Her trance was broken only by the plate being placed in front of her.

"So what brought this on?" She asked as she picked up her sandwich.

"Gah!" Shining gasped, pulling the sandwich from her hoof with his magic. "Mom, look at your hooves!" He said, pointing to the ink stains on her fur. "Here." He said, holding the sandwich in front of her. She took a bite and chewed. Then another as he carefully fed her. It certainly didn't have the romantic aspect of something like chocolates, but she couldn't deny there was a certain intimacy to the act. Especially when he scooted his chair closer. She made a point to eat a bit more quickly before anything got out of hoof.

"Now you need a bath." He said matter-of-factly.

"Hmm?" She said, surprised, chewing her last mouthful. "That's okay dear, I can just wash up my hooves in the sink." She said.

"No, look." He said pointing at the rest of her. He was right. Tiny droplets of ink had gotten all over her fur, and some in her mane. "I'll give you a bath today, since it's Mother's Day." He said.

"Oh, I don't think so sweetie, I should just do it myself." She said.

"But why not?" He asked innocently.

Because he's your son.

Because it's wrong.

Because he has an erection.

Why does he have an erection?

Why can't I stop looking at his erection?

Tell him something!

"Because..." She started, but she could feel all of her well-thought-out reasons evaporating. "I guess I can't see why not." She said finally. Shining practically leaped from his seat, quickly clearing the table, and pulling her seat out. That was her cue, she supposed. She got up from the table and headed upstairs, Shining right behind her. She glanced back at him. He was just staring off, straight ahead of himself. At her, more precisely. Her tail covered herself more self-consciously. But it didn't stop his stallionhood from bobbing under him with each step up the stairs.

He plugged the tub and began running a bath, checking it with his hoof to make sure it wasn't too hot. He added a bit of soap to make it a bubble bath. Velvet waited hesitantly by the bathroom doorway. After a few minutes he turned off the tap and looked over at her to let her know that it was ready. She slowly walked over and looked at the tub of warm, sudsy water. It certainly looked very inviting. She looked back at him again. He just sat there, waiting for her to get in with anticipation. She took a deep breath and stepped into the water. It was just the right temperature. She settled down into it, displacing some of the water as it rose up around her body, running up her tail like a wick, and wetting the bottom of her mane.

Shining turned the water back on, filling the bath pitcher, just like he'd watched her do for him so many times. Without a word, she tilted her head back as he poured the water just behind her forehead, wetting the rest of her mane. It was a good look for her, he decided. He put some shampoo in his hooves and started working on her bangs, being careful to work his way away from her face, to keep it from getting into her eyes. A little did drip down, but she was sure to have her eyes closed. He quickly rinsed it from her bangs and face, before making some more lather for the back half of her mane.

Still facing him, he had to lean further over the edge of the tub, standing on his hind legs, to get behind her ears. Now free of soap, she hazarded opening her eyes. With Shining reared on his hind legs to work on her mane on the top of her head, his shaft was pointed straight at her muzzle. It was less than an inch from her. She could smell the heady aroma of his coltish musk. She needed only to stick out her tongue for a taste. She dismissed the thought at once.

"Shini-HMFF" As soon as she tried to speak, he shifted forward to work on the hair around to the back of her head. It also caused him to shove the head of his erection into her then-open mouth. Predictably, the sensation of being in the warm wetness of his mother's mouth caused him to jump backwards, pulling himself free with an audible 'pop'. He realized at once what must have happened.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry mom! I- I didn't mean to, I didn't know-" He stuttered, mortified.

"It's, it's alright Shining." She said. "It was an accident. You just need to be more aware of... yourself." She explained. She shifted in the tub a bit, turning herself sideways. "Here, it'll be easier for you to get to it this way." She said, turning her head. Shining nervously walked back over to the tub, his shaky hooves working on the rest of her mane on her lower neck. She couldn't help but taste him on her tongue still. She could taste the lubricating precum that she hadn't the time to see. A small part of her wished that he hadn't pulled away so suddenly. Part of her fantasized about what it would have been like, sucking on him while he washed her hair. A big part of her imagined that powerful cock exploding in her mouth, swallowing it all.

She could feel herself shudder a little. A tingling warmth running through her to a very specific part of her anatomy. She couldn't understand what it was that was making her so aroused these past couple days. She glanced sideways out of the corner of her eye. Her son's penis continued to bob confidently beside her. It couldn't be that. She'd seen him running around with that for months. She felt his hooves work their way down to her shoulders, massaging the muscles.

She hadn't invested in a chair with hoof rests. So her arms had become quite tired from typing. But she could feel the tension melting away under his ministrations. She'd had better massages from professionals before, but it never felt like the erogenous zone it did now. He worked his way further down her back as she laid her cheek against the smooth edge of the tub. She could get used to this.

He took some more shampoo as he lifted her tail from the water, working it into the long hair, starting from the bottom. She didn't have any actual sensation in the hair itself. Only the occasional tug at its base. He worked hard, scrubbing the ink stains from it. Each little tug turning her on just a little bit more. Just a little bit more than she was willing to admit to herself. She jumped suddenly as she felt his hooves on the back of her thighs.

"Uh, Shiny, I don't think you need to clean me there." She said.

"Yeah I do." He said flatly. He levitated a small makeup mirror over behind her for her to see herself. He was right. Ink must have gotten on her chair and she must have sat in it. Spots of ink had gotten all over her backside, including her most intimate parts, just above the water line. Before she even had time to voice another objection, he resumed his work with his lathered hoof. In a mechanical motion, he washed up the back of her thighs and her firm buttocks. Velvet blushed red in embarrassment. Shining, for his part, reacted no more differently than if he was buffing the fender of a carriage. To him it was just another part of her to clean.

But the primal part of his brain was more telling. Velvet could see his cock practically throbbing as he worked on her. Her mind began to wander into carnal fantasy. Unconsciously, her tail began to raise on its own. Shining, taking this as a sign of direction, began to soap her marehood. She felt herself tense up. She wanted to shriek. She needed to say something. She had to stop him. But all of her reasons fell flat. What could she say after what had happened yesterday?

I can touch your privates but you can't touch mine?
What happened yesterday was normal but this isn't?
This is sexual but yesterday wasn't?

I lied to you.

Velvet held her tongue. She would sit there calmly and not react. As far as he knew, he was just cleaning her, just as she had done for him so many times in his life. His touch was gentler here. He understood that area was more tender for all ponies, but his washing motions couldn't help but to stimulate her in all of the right ways. She could feel herself winking into his hoof. She prayed that he didn't feel her reacting this way. With each wink, his hoof grazed her swollen clit, causing her to shudder as little bolts of lighting ran through her nethers. She could feel the knot in her tummy tightening. She prayed that he would stop, and simultaneously hoped that he would keep going. She felt the edge rapidly approaching. Another wink and stroke of his hoof sent her reeling over the edge.

"MMNNGHHhhff" Velvet tried to stifle her moan, biting her lip as her orgasm washed over her. She arched her back, sitting up suddenly, if only to keep herself from his hooves' assault on her. The sudden submersion in the warm water hid the squirting of her orgasm's marecum. She looked back at him, flushed, and catching her breath. "I think I'm clean dear." She said.

Shining wasn't sure exactly what had just happened. He thought that he had hurt her somehow when she moaned out like that. But his mom had a smile on her face, so he guessed he wasn't in trouble. After their late lunch, the bath had lasted longer than either had planed, as she relaxed and soaked for a bit, trying to calm herself. He just sat by, waiting obediently for her request. Soon the water grew cooler. She let out the drain plug from tub, reaching out for the towel he gave to her. As she dried herself, she realized that cumming hadn't relieved her of her need, it had only exacerbated it. Beside her was a rock-hard, young buck with likely limitless energy.

"Is there anything else you'd like me to do for you today mom?" He asked.

Fuck me.

"Actually there is, son." She said as soon as she had dried herself off with the towel. "Why don't you follow me and give me a back rub." She said, walking to her bedroom. He followed her, stopping for a moment at the doorway.

His parents' bedroom was a strange, almost forbidden place. Not that he was ever explicitly told that he couldn't go in there, it was just that there was really no reason for him to go inside before. None of his toys or things were ever in there for him to go in there and get. He could clearly see everything there was in there from the doorway. Everything looked boring and expensive. Which usually meant that he'd be in a lot of trouble if any of it ever got broken. He always found that it was in his best interest to just avoid the whole place. He could only vaguely remember a couple of occasions where he'd had a bad dream, much younger, and asked to come sleep with mom and dad.

This was not one of those times. His mom was actively inviting him into this space, their room, her room. This was usually their space that they used to get away from him. He stepped over the threshold of the doorway. His mother beckoned to him on the bed. She'd flopped onto her belly, looking back at him, just as he'd imagined her in his drawing.

"Come give mommy a back rub." She said. He stepped forward, closer toward her. How could he not? He was completely within her power. He'd have followed her right into Tartarus. He climbed up, onto the bed with her. His hooves moved without him even thinking about it. He leaned over her and started at the base of her back, around her waist, rolling and kneading her flesh, gaining slack to relive tension as he went further up her spine. He rolled his hooves in small circles as he went, slowly, inch by inch, up her back. With each, tiny, passing distance, he scooted closer. Her non-verbal appreciation of his work was measured by the angle of elevation of her tail under him.

He paid it no mind, however. He was focused on the task at hoof. By Celestia, if he were to die today, he would die smiling if he knew he'd done this one thing right. He was going to give this mare, his mother, the back rub of her life! Completely focused on his hooves, he once again lost attention of the rest of... himself. As he shifted to reach the bottom of her shoulder blades, he felt... himself come into contact with... her... there!

Twilight Velvet felt her son's penis pressing at the entrance of her marehood. At the instant of the contact, she felt him tense up. He was about to pull away. She would not make the same mistake twice. She would not trot away from this evening without feeling him properly! She took hold of him with her magic, pulling him closer. Shining braced himself as he felt the tip of his member slip inside of his mother.

"M- Mom, uh-"

"Don't worry about it, just keep doing what you're doing. Whatever you do, don't stop!" She said under him. Shining could hardly describe the position as uncomfortable. Quite to the contrary in fact. It was just... new to him. The first couple of inches of him inside of her, he looked down. It looked like it should be really uncomfortable for her, to have something that big in... there. But she didn't seem to be upset. He just wanted to do as she told him. It was Mother's day. He just wanted to make his mother happy. His hooves kept moving. He reached as far forward up her back as he could without having him have to go any deeper into... her. He was just barely reaching her shoulder blades.

"Oh, please baby, scoot closer." He heard her say. Her horn glowed as he felt a force behind him pressing him further forward. He couldn't help but watch in amazement as more of... him slipped inside of her. She let out a pleased coo. Strangely, it seemed that the more there was in her, the happier she was. But there had to be some kind of limit. Anxious to see what it was, he placed his hooves on her haunches and pulled himself forward. Aided by her magic, he slid forward in a smooth motion, sinking to the hilt inside of his mother, his hips pressed against hers. She moaned into her pillow as she felt his swollen head press against her cervix, filling her completely. Never in her life had she ever had a stallion of his size and girth. It was a dream come true.

Satisfied that there was nowhere further forward to progress, he focused on the back rub that he'd been called in here for. With his hips pressed squarely against hers, he had free reign over the whole of her back. He picked up where he left off at the base of her shoulder blades. But he was stopped suddenly. His penis, which he'd thought nothing of before, became all-encompassing of his thoughts now.

Inside the confines of his mother's vagina, he was assaulted by a barrage of sensations. The warmth, the wetness, the tightness of it. Velvet, for her part, had never been stretched to such a degree. He was filling her in ways that no toy or stallion ever could before! Her muscles spasmed and contracted all around him, gripping and milking his cock for its precious sustenance. Shining could barely focus as the rippling waves of contractions around him felt like they were pulling him ever deeper inside of her.

"Oh, Shiny, be a dear and back up just a tad?" Velvet said under him. Shining began to back away, watching as his penis withdrew, slick with her wetness. His mom's 'perfume' was heavy now. He began to understand that this was the place that he was smelling it from. He pulled out more to get his face closer to smell the source.

"That's enough sweetie." She said. He froze in his motion, The last couple of inches remained inside of her, keeping him from getting any closer to her hindquarters with his snout. "Now, scoot in closer again." She instructed. He was a bit confused. She just asked him to back up, and now move forward again. But he did as he was told and pushed his hips forward a bit. He was starting to get that strange sensation he felt the other night during his bath. "Come on now," she coached, "all the way." He felt her magic pushing at his back, pushing him all the way inside of her again.

"Now," She panted. "Just keep doing that." She said. "Moving back and forth." Shining did as he was told. He pulled his hips back and pushed them forward again. He kept repeating the motion. It didn't seem to be accomplishing much. It seemed like the goal was for him to get as deep as he could. Which, by itself seemed strange and also unnecessary, since he'd already accomplished that. He'd felt the... end of her hole when he bumped into it the first time. He wasn't going to get any deeper than that. But she insisted that he keep ramming against it.

She made him pause for a moment, so that she could roll over under him onto her back. With him still inside her, her motion was that of a kebab on a cooking skew. The feeling was sensational. The view was even better! He didn't completely understand what it was he was doing. But he sure knew that he enjoyed it better, looking his mother in the face. She pulled him closer into her, kissing him on the lips. He thrust a few more times. It seemed like the harder he did it the more she liked it.

"Yes, Yes! YES!" Suddenly he felt her get tight around him, as though she were trying to push him out. She was giving his penis little squeezed with her muscles. He felt her getting his groin wet. "DON'T STOP" She yelled. He pushed back against her by her command. "Don't you dare stop now! FUCK ME!"

He didn't quited understand what it meant to 'fuck' her. But she insisted that he do it to her, by continuing to do what it was that he was already doing, which he could only assume was 'fucking'. He kept up thrusting his hips, 'fucking' her. But he got that familiar sensation from the other night in the tub. But this time it felt WAY better! It was that feeling like he needed to pee, but again, it was different. It was that white stuff coming again. He knew he certainly wouldn't want that to happen inside of him. He tried to warn her.

"M-Mom! I''m- I'm gonna-"

"Don't stop! Keep going!" She cried. She was a mare possessed. She was getting the rutting of her life from this stallion. It no longer mattered from whom she was getting it. She felt her second orgasm approaching and she'd be damned if she'd be denied it. She felt the stallion on top of her begin to flare and swell inside her, stretching her even wider. She was in ecstasy. She felt her pussy clamp down again as her second orgasm rocked her body in as many minutes. Shining could barely move as his swollen member was held hostage by the tightness of his mother's love tunnel.

"Mom, I'm-" But it was too late. Twilight Velvet wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him tightly inside of her. Shining Armor went rigid as the second orgasm of his young life exploded inside of his mother's wanton loins. She could feel him pumping and throbbing inside of her as spurt after spurt of his potent seed gushed inside of her. This was what she wanted. This was what she needed! The rippling waves of her strong muscles sucked the vital essence from him, saving every drop, pulling it up inside of her before he could withdraw as she milked the semen from him.

"I love you, Shiny." Velvet said between gasps.

"I love you too, mom." He replied.

Shining was exhausted. He'd never expected this back rub to have become so physically demanding. He collapsed on top of her. She wrapped her hooves around the back of his head, stroking his mane. His breathing slowed from the exertion as she calmed him against her. In a matter of moments he was soundly asleep. She hadn't the heart to wake him by moving herself. She shifted slightly, rolling them onto their sides gently, pulling the covers over them. She joined him in sleeping shortly after.