Mother Knows Best

by Shakespearicles

Rating: mature
Tags: Other, Sex, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Button Mash
Length: 4045

Button's mom helps him through the stress of colt adolescence.

Mother's Day 2016

Cream Heart is the envy of mothers all over Ponyville. In spite of being a single parent, she has managed to raise a fine young colt, Button Mash. He has good behavior and grades, and none of the pubescent angst that seems to plague the other colts. What is her secret?

The Mature tag might have something to do with it.

Audio Reading by NateThePony

Published 2016-05-08 16:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-05-08 16:30:01 UTC

Unorthodox

Aloe Vera, and her sister Lotus, finished preparing the spa for opening. It was the second Friday of the month. And that meant it was time for the monthly meeting of the mother members of the Ponyville Parent-Teacher Association. Lotus turned the sign on the door from 'closed' to 'open', just in time for Cup Cake's approach.

"Good morning Lotus," Cup Cake greeted. Cup Cake joined the association once her foals, Pound and Pumpkin Cake were old enough to begin primary school. Friday mornings were a rare opportunity for her. The foals were in school, and Sugar Cube Corner wasn't very busy. Her husband, Carrot Cake, could take care of things by himself for a couple of hours without her.

"Good morning Mrs. Cake," Lotus replied, directing her to the bath house. Cup Cake peeled off her apron, gave it to Lotus to hang up, and settled into the large hot tub as Aloe turned on the bubbles and massaging jets. Cup Cake moaned out as she sank into the warm bath.

"Oooh, I have been looking forward to this all month!" she said as other mares from the PTA began to enter the spa. Each in turn, disrobing their garments, if any, and entering the tub with Cup Cake.

"... just don't know what to do with him!" one of the pegasus mares complained. "Featherweight is just incorrigible. And nothing I do seems to work. He has all this pent-up energy, and no focus of directing it toward something constructive, like his grades. And his... drive," she winced, "I never remember his father ever being this bad."

"Mmhmm," the other mare agreed. "I know what you mean. My little Rumble is the same way. It's like it's all they can think about. Especially in the height of spring like this, and all the fillies are in season... They can barely control themselves. I was so happy when his older brother, Thunderlane had gotten past that phase."

"What phase?" Cup Cake asked the other mothers. They both looked at her briefly.

"Oh, how old is Pound Cake now?" she asked.

"Ten. Almost eleven," Mrs. Cake said. The other mothers exchanged knowing looks.

"Almost at that age," they said. "Pretty soon he'll suddenly be wanting to 'wash his own sheets'. Walking around at full mast all of the time. Unable to concentrate," she said. Cup Cake looked confused.

"Puberty," the other mare filled in.

"Oh," Cup Cake said. She wasn't entirely sure how she was supposed to react. The reality of a couple of foals going through the changes into adulthood hadn't escaped her. But neither did she particularly dwell on the issue. It was one of those 'we'll cross that bridge when we get there' issues.

"And then one day you find him practically humping your leg. The only mare they know."

"Be careful with Pumpkin around him. You don't want those two 'experimenting' with each other," the other said.

"He wouldn't!" Cup Cake scoffed. The other mare's dubious expression read 'Are you sure about that?' Another earth pony joined the tub.

"Cream Heart," the mares greeted her, "what's your secret with dealing with Button Mash?"

"I beg your pardon?" she asked, walking into the conversation already in progress.

"He's at that age now, when colts don't know whether they're coming or going. But your son seems to be doing so well in school. Especially since it must be so difficult without... his father," she said with sympathy.

"Miss Cheerilee mentioned how focused he seems to be. And he never seems to struggle with his studies. So what's your secret?" the other asked. Cream Heart blushed.

"Oh, that." Cream Heart slinked into the water, letting it wet her mane before sitting back up. "Well, it's not really a secret. I just know how difficult it is for a young colt going through those changes. Especially with the academic and social stress of school... I just think it's important for him to have an outlet for all that tension."

"Such as?" Mrs. Cake asked. Cream Heart ran her hoof through her wet hair.

"Well, there's no one solution. It's different for everypony I would imagine. You just need to find a way for them to channel that energy," Cream Heart said. The others didn't seem terribly convinced, and instead moved on to other topics of PTA discussion. But she didn't mind. All she knew was that whatever she was doing, it worked. And the results were what mattered. Not the means, however unorthodox. She took comfort in that rationalization.

The ends justified the means.

Back home, later that day, Cream Heart stood over her kitchen sink. It was full of dishes from that morning, and the previous day's meals. Her hoof worked the sponge over each cup and plate, bringing it to a spotless shine. It was almost therapeutic, a sort of meditation for her. A clear indication of progress as the stack of dirty dishes dwindled, and the clean dishes accumulated in the strainer. Behind her, the door opened loudly, shaking her from her trance.

"UGH!" her son, Button Mash, groaned, shutting the door and dropping off his book bag on the kitchen table.

"How was school dear?" Cream Heart asked.

"You would not BELIEVE the day I've had!" he complained, walking up behind her and wrapping his hooves around her waist, pulling himself to her. In an instant she could feel the hardness of his stiff erection pressing against her back, pinned between them.

"Button!" she gasped. He took her tail in his hoof, pulling it aside as he guided himself downward between the supple cheeks of her luscious ass, bringing himself to bear against her marehood. He rubbed his tip against her entrance, parting her lips just enough to allow his advance. In a smooth, practiced motion, he penetrated his mother, sinking completely into her without warning or ceremony. Cream Heart gripped the edge of the counter for support as her son took her, rutting her silly, right there in the kitchen.

"Ngh! Oh Mom!" Button moaned between thrusts. No matter how many times they had done it, it always felt amazing for them both. Cream Heart closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the colt- no, the stallion taking her in her kitchen.

She and Button had a special bond. She was his 'stress relief' so to say. She still saw him as her 'widdle Button', even now when he was a senior in high school. It was a habit she couldn't quite get rid off. But she knew a colt's life could be hectic, so she tried to be there for him as often as possible. Even though her methods may have been a bit... unorthodox.

Whenever he felt tense for an upcoming test or was nervous about grades, she would let him do whatever he wanted with her body. And it would get very messy at times. But she wanted him to feel at the top of his game. And it worked by letting him have his way. She had come to taking a liking of the feeling of being used. It had become her shameful addiction.

"Oh, my poor Button," Cream Heart said under him, "tell me all about it." He let go of her tail and wrapped his hooves around her again, hugging her tightly as he fucked her.

"It's that Diamond Tiara! She wants to cheat off of me on the test on Monday!" he said. She trembled each time his balls slapped against her swollen clit. "She said she would make it 'worth my while', and she flicked her tail at my nose."

"That's awful!" Cream Heart said, feeling him shoving his cock deeper into her. "Trying to cheat on a test like that."

"She thinks she can manipulate me just because she thinks she's pretty! It was so unfair! I just wanted to- I just needed to-"

"To what, dear?" she asked. She felt him grip her tighter.

"I just needed to come home and see you!" he said, burying his face into her mane, smothering himself in her comforting scent.

"There there," she cooed. "You don't need a mean filly like that. I'll always be here for you, dear."

"I know. She just made me feel so- ERRH!" he growled, his thrusts becoming more forceful. She could feel him venting all of his anger and frustration on her. She was only too happy to help. She knew he would feel better soon.

Part of her felt like she ought to feel guilty about what she was doing with her own son. She couldn't clearly remember how it had all started. But it was surely somewhat similar to today, with him coming home, feeling out of sorts, with all manner of pent-up feelings bothering him. As a mother, her first responsibility was to her foal's well-being. And after that, his happiness.

When he began to make sexual advances on her, perhaps she should have stopped him, and explained how inappropriate such behavior was. That fateful day when the young colt, with a painfully-hard erection tried to mount her, unsure of what he was even doing, or why. Driven by instinct. His dick bobbing and slapping fruitlessly between her legs as he humped against her hips.

But she firmly believed in operant conditioning psychology. She was keenly aware of what a young colt like him desired most above all else. 'Why waste such a valuable motivator?' she reasoned. Perhaps it had been too long since she had lost her husband to that tragic accident in his line of duty. Perhaps that was what made it easier for her to allow herself- to allow him to behave as he did toward her. Instead of scolding him, she let him mate with her, helping and guiding him even. It was the first time, but it was certainly not the last.

Not that there weren't rules after all. Firstly, nopony else was to know about their 'special' bond. Even Button was not so naive to not know that the bond that he and his mother had was... unusual. And secondly, his 'treats' were conditional to his performance in and outside of school. When his grades began to slip, she withdrew herself from his advances, in promise, only to his improvement.

The results were immediate and lasting. Never before had his teachers seen a colt so motivated to excel in all things. So aloof was he, to the distractions of the fairer gender of the fillies around him. Even in the height of spring, when his fellow colt classmates thought of nothing else but to follow their dicks around like divining rods in an aromatic sea of fillies in season. Button was a model student of focused success. That fact assuaged Cream Heart of any doubt that she was doing the right thing. Her son was succeeding, and above all, he was happy.

What did it matter if she derived some pleasure from it, herself?

Button continued to rut her at a blinding pace. She had dated a few stallions before his father. Button wasn't as big as any of them. Yet. But what he lacked in size and experience, he more than made up for in enthusiasm, stamina and endurance. Sure, at first he had something of a hair trigger. But now that she kept his needs regularly seen to, he was able to go for as long as she needed.

"Nggh! Oh Button! You make Mommy feel so good! Such a good boy!" she moaned. His hoof slid down her belly, between her legs, playing with her little love nub. He rubbed and flicked it just the way she liked. Just like she taught him. He was such a good learner. Such a considerate colt, seeing to her needs, and not just his own. "Nff. Mfff! Oh, oooohhh!" she cried out as he mashed her button, sending her reeling over the edge.

The knot that had been pulling tighter in her tummy snapped free. Shocks of tingling electricity ran through her as his balls slapped her clit amid her orgasm. Her pussy began to spasm and gripped his shaft, holding him tightly even as he continued to pump against her g-spot. Her juices dripped forth from her marehood, dripping down her thighs, wetting his legs as well with each contact. She could feel him growing tense. He was getting close. Her pussy milking his cock making his climax all but an imminent certainty.

"M-Mom!" His balls tightened. She could feel him swelling inside her. His shaft grew thicker, and his tip flared into a wide head inside her. His cock throbbed and pulsed. His load rushed up through his shaft and she felt the first splash of his seed bursting deep inside of her.

"Yes! Cum inside Mommy!" she said, fueling his adolescent lust. She'd never had the urge to talk dirty with her husband. But she could tell that Button enjoyed it immensely. And the sheer amount of his cum! It pained her to think of her poor son having to walk around with his balls aching from being so full all the time. She made it her mission to empty them as often as he needed. In the past, he had cum in her mouth, and even her ass a few times. But most of all, he loved cumming inside of her pussy! It was of no consequence to her if he came inside of her. She loved the feeling of him filling her up with his cum.

He continued to pump his hips into her, long after most stallions would have passed out and rolled over in bed, asleep. His cock pushing his cum in her over-filled pussy deeper still. With his flared head, his semen had no exit, forced to go the only way it could, deeper inside, through her cervix, flooding her womb.

"You're going to get Mommy so pregnant!" she lied. Though, the idea seemed to please him enough. But in truth, due to complications following her pregnancy with him, she was unable to ever conceive again. It was hard news to take. Harder still after the loss of her husband. Perhaps her sterility made it easier for her to entertain the idea of a sexual relationship with her son, without having to worry about the... biological consequences. But she still had her widdle Button.

He wasn't distracted by the fillies at school. And she never needed to distract herself with trying to find another stallion at home. They each had each other. And that was enough.

The next day, Saturday, went as it usually did. As the stallion of the house, Button did much of the manual labor, such as mowing the lawn, and helping with the household cleaning. As such, he was appropriately rewarded. As such, he was thoroughly motivated to continue to do good work. Sunday was a day off, a day of rest for them both. But this particular Sunday was special.

Cream Heart slept in her bed. Alone. Despite her son using her as a sexual outlet, at the end of the day, or night, he slept in his own bed. This morning was different, however. She awoke to a stirring in her bed. She blinked her eyes awake as the mass under her sheets moved up between her legs. A moist sensation upon her marehood shocked the drowsiness completely from her. She lifted the covers and looked underneath. Button laid between her legs, happily licking away at her pussy. He looked up at her, giving her a wink.

"Happy Mother's Day," he said, taking a short break from his cunnilingual ministrations. "I thought I'd do breakfast in bed." Cream Heart looked around for a tray on her nightstand. It was nowhere to be found.

"I don't see any food," she said.

"Well, it wasn't so much what you would be eating..."

"Button, you don't have to-" He stopped her mid-sentence, looking up from between her thighs.

"Mom, you make me so happy. I know most colts don't..." he trailed off, trying to find the appropriate words, "aren't as lucky as I am, to have a mom like you. I just- I just wanted to make you as happy as you make me."

"Oh Button..." She reached down, under the sheets with her hoof, ruffling his mane, "You already do! You don't have to... please me like this to make me happy." Button's smile wavered a little.

"But it won't make you un-happy will it?" he asked with pleading eyes, clearly desiring to continue the act. Cream Heart smiled.

"Of course not, dear. If this is what you want to do for Mother's Day, then I'd love it," she said. His smile returned to a full beam.

"Well, for starters, anyway," he said before diving back into her pussy, drinking deeply of her nectar as he licked and sucked with renewed fervor. Cream Heart threw her head back into her pillow in euphoric ecstasy as she ran her hooves through his mane, pressing him into her. Her former husband would never deign to go down on her. But here Button was, proactively doing so of his own desire without any request or prompting from her. As with so many other things, he was a fast learner. He could read her body language, intuitively knowing what was making her feel good.

Every once in a while, Cream Heart would have a pang of doubt, or dread. Usually it was at night, in bed, when she was alone with her thoughts. It wasn't a moral dilemma of whether this was right or wrong. It was a quiet worry that this thing that they had, wouldn't last forever. How could it? She wasn't getting any younger. And soon he would be dating some other young thing.

It was what she wanted, after all, wasn't it? For him to put this... phase behind him and move on with a normal, well adjusted life with a proper mare. Her hooves gripped his mane. When the day came for him to move on, it would be his choice. And she promised herself that she wouldn't cry because it was over. She would smile because it happened. The feeling of his tongue running over her marehood with renewed vigor pushed those thoughts far from her mind.

"Mmmf! Mfff!" Cream Heart moaned as her hips began to buck off of the mattress into his mouth. He ran his tongue up her slit a final time, flicking her clit quickly and giving it one last suck. "Gaaahh!" she cried out as he wrapped his hooves around her thighs, holding her firm as she spasmed and shook through her climax, flooding his mouth with her fresh juices. After a few moments, he lifted himself from her lap. Her wetness was still dripping from his chin.

"Did you enjoy your 'breakfast', dear?" she asked, catching her breath.

"Yes. It was delicious, thank you." He leaned down, nuzzling her belly, taking one of her teats into his mouth, sucking on her nipple.

"Oh, Button, what are you doing?" she asked playfully. He pulled away, sucking until it popped free.

"Dessert." He leaned over to the other and picked up where he'd left off.

"You haven't done this in a long time," she said. He had been breast-fed longer than most foals. But even still, her tap had long since gone dry. It mattered little to him as he sucked on one and played with the other with his hoof, alternating back and forth between the two. Cream Heart looked down at him suckling at her teats. No matter how much things had changed over the years, he was still her 'widdle' Button. And for part of her, he always would be. He shifted himself to his knees, leaning over her to hug her. She could feel his stiff hardness pressing against her abdomen. She wrapped her hooves around him and hugged him back. He was such a sweetheart.

"So did you want flowers or something today?" he asked "I could get you some roses to put on my piano." She held him tightly, rolling him over onto the bed, pinning him down with her on top now.

"How about tulips on your organ?"

"But I don't have an orgaaaahhhh!" She cut off his sentence when she slid off of him and took his throbbing morning wood into her mouth, licking and sucking with as much effort and attention as he'd given her. He was such a good boy. Such a considerate son giving a thoughtful gift for Mother's Day. He deserved to be rewarded for his good behavior.

Button watched his mom bob her head up and down on his cock. He had become better at controlling his release. But she sure wasn't making it easy. She sucked and licked the tip, taking much of his shaft into her mouth, practically swallowing it down her throat. What she couldn't fit into her mouth, she was actively working on with her hoof, stroking up and down at an increasing speed as the other gently cupped and rolled his balls. It was a trio of sensations. Whenever she gave him a blow job, she never did it half-way.

Every nerve in his body was going off. His brain cross-fired. His legs would spasm and twitch uncontrollably. His face made all manner of funny expressions as each of his eyes went off in separate directions. The only clear sensation was in his crotch. Behind the hurricane of pleasure, a dull pressure, low in his abdomen, and growing quickly. Cream Heart could feel his balls tighten in her hooves as she continued to milk him.

"Gub- bah- Ma! Mom!" he sputtered in a vain attempt to warn her. She needed none. She was ready. His shaft throbbed and pulsed in her hooves. His head flared in her mouth as she took one last quick breath and held it. "NNNNGGGGGHHH!" Gush after gush of cum poured from his dick, filling her mouth almost immediately. She swallowed quickly, trying to avoid a mess on the clean bedspread. No sooner had she, than he filled her mouth again. It always amazed her, the prodigious amount he produced each time.

She wiped a dribble from the corner of her mouth with her hoof and licked him clean. She let it lay against his belly gently, taking care not to overstimulate him too much.

"W- wow!" he gasped.

"Aww. Did Mommy wear you out?" she asked. He nodded. But his morning erection was as hard as it had ever been, refusing to wilt. "You poor thing. You're still so hard. Let me see if I can help with that." She climbed over him, straddling his waist as she gently guided him toward her marehood. She lowered herself down, allowing him to slip inside her ready wetness with ease.

"MMMF!" Button grunted. She slid all of the way down, sitting on his lap, with him completely inside of her. She leaned back, doing one of her morning stretches. His cock did not share her flexibility, remaining as rigid as a steel rod inside of her. She looked down at herself and could see the bulge he was making in her tummy as it poked against her inside.

"Ooh! Look what you're doing to Mommy," she said, rubbing him through her belly with her hoof. "It's like when you were a little baby, kicking with your hooves." She lifted herself up, and slid back down, feeling the bulge moving along her stomach. She leaned forward again, hugging her son. He wrapped his hooves around her, holding her tightly. His hips lifted her off of the bed and then he started to thrust under her as he held her in place. He buried his face into her soft mane against her neck as he rutted her. She did the same to him.

Maybe what they had wouldn't last forever.
Maybe it couldn't.
Maybe it shouldn't.

But in that moment, in that bed together, it didn't matter to either of them. All that mattered was this moment, right here, right now. She loved him. And he loved her. Mother and son. Each felt like the luckiest pony alive.