Chapter 3

The moment she walked out of the changing room with a smile on her face, my prayers were answered. I bought the bikini at the checkout along with an accessory that she wanted out of self-consciousness, which I could somewhat understand. Imagining Mom with it on actually made her more appealing. I then put them in the bag before we made our way to the pool.

“I knew you’d like the swimsuit,” I said before smirking.

“It was … okay. Just don’t be surprised when you see me in it. You asked for it.”

“I’m sure you’ll look great.”

We arrived at the pool a couple minutes later. I said hi to one of my coworkers at the front desk while paying for our entry fee, which was reduced since I worked there. Mom and I went into separate locker rooms to change. I put on my swim trunks in place of the speedo as I’d rather not attract too much attention with the latter on. I think I’d only wear them if I was swimming laps. After I took a quick rinse in the showers, I stepped out to the pool area and took my first whiff of the fresh chlorine in the waters. Whether the water was from the pool, or the ocean during our few trips to the beach, I just seemed to be in my element, my flow, ready to swim a hundred laps if asked to do so. I was setting up our spots in a few of the many lounge chairs around the pool before a familiar voice turned my blood cold.

“Oh Drizzle! What a surprise!”

Oh goddesses, no. I turned to the voice and what I saw confirmed my fears. Garnet was coming my way in a bikini that you’d probably see in Maretoria’s Secret: Black with mostly strings and only a few pieces of cloth over her most concerning areas to make her look somewhat decent. Add into her special crimson fur along with the two-toned sapphire mane and tail that seemed to sheen under the sun’s rays—a trait that only crystal ponies would have in their genetics—she’d probably make for a literal trophy wife, just not mine. Frankly, the bikini top didn’t accentuate her chest much since it was probably between a B and C cup size, but if you looked to her hips, I could see the obviously hungry stares of other stallions as well as some of their partners’ glares of envy aiming directly at her behind as she passed them by. Garnet was probably using her tail to cover it, but if her fabric from the front was small, I could very well bet her bottoms worked more like a thong than your regular swimwear.

“I was stopping by for some sun-bathing and totally forgot you were working today! Isn’t that just funny?”

Forgot, yeah, probably not the same kind where I didn’t account you being here when I lied about working today. “Uh, yeah, and what’s also kind of funny is that I just found out I didn’t have work today, so I thought I’d take a casual swim while hanging with my mom.”

“Aw, how sweet, but it’s too bad you didn’t come in with your speedo. You’d make quite the catch~.”

“Ahem.”

I flinched at the sudden grunt before I turned to the source. My nervousness and awkwardness aside, I was astounded by the bikini Mom was wearing. She had a violet string-tied bikini set where her top has just the right amount of cloth and support for her melons, pressed together and accentuating her cleavage while her arms were crossed. Her bottoms were covered by the transparent, cerulean colored skirt accessory that reached to the middle of her thighs. I could see through them enough to see the purple cloth underneath that was more modest than Garnet’s, yet was still able to show off the hips that bore into me and seemed to crush my stalker’s by comparison.

Sweet Celestia. If I wasn’t so nervous right now I’d thank the heavens above many times for allowing me to see this glorious sight. “Mom! You remember Garnet, my date from senior prom in high school, right?” I asked in the most pleasant way possible before giving a sheepish grin.

“A pleasure to meet you again, Ms. Sweet, and Happy Mother’s Day! I attend some of the classes your handsome son is in at the college.”

“So I’ve been told,” Mom said in monotone with a furrowed brow. Initially when Mom first met Garnet, she seemed a bit skeptical with us going out before she sent us off to prom. After I told her how crummy my evening was that night went as well as how annoying she was getting on college campus, she said she figured Garnet would give up eventually if I don’t show interest like the others she’s seen swooning over me. I think this was the first time I’ve seen her so confrontational with another mare around my age, even if Garnet didn’t see it herself.

“May I just say how cute that swimsuit is on you? That skirt matches with your eyes so well!”

“Thank you. My son actually just bought this for me today as a gift.”

“How lovely! Well, I wouldn’t want to intrude on your mother-son time, but before I go, I’m in need of help from somepony to apply lotion on my back. Drizzle! Maybe you could—”

“Oh yes, that is quite an issue, isn’t it?” Mom interrupted. “Not to worry though, Garnet, I’ll be more than happy to lend a hand. Drizzle, be a sweetie and lay a towel down for our friend here, would you?”

“Uh, sure?” With a raised brow, I set the pool bag down, adjusted one of the lounge chairs to be flat, and pulled one of the towels out to set on the makeshift platform.

“Garnet, make yourself comfortable, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

Garnet stood there and blinked a few times before plastering a smile. “Sure thing, Ms. Sweet!” She then laid herself on her stomach, on top of the towel that was draped over the lounge chair. She moved her hands down and—yep, that bottom was definitely more like a thong. She even moved her tail aside to give me a view. Not only did whatever cloth or string was left got swallowed in the deep valley of her ass, but she actually pulled her bottom up and made itself look tighter on her, and if I wasn’t mistaken, I think I even heard Garnet mix a grunt with a sexual moan while doing it. After that, she reached behind her and loosened the knot of her top painstakingly slowly before the strings fell and draped over the sides of the chair, showing a preview of what was underneath, pressed against the towel.

Yep, she’s trying too hard by this point to where it’s becoming a lost cause. I almost feel bad for her.

“Okay, I’m ready whenever you are!” Garnet snuggled herself on the chair, whether out of comfort or intentionally jiggling her ass cheeks, I wasn’t too sure, though probably the latter.

“Don’t worry, Garnet, I’ll be very thorough in applying your lotion. It will be just like kneading dough at my bakery.” A smile slowly grew on her muzzle as she popped her knuckles before squirting a dollop of lotion on one of her hands.

My stomach dropped and all the hairs on my body stood on end at the sight. Oh no, I know this look. That’s her eager face when she’s about to knead fresh dough. Mom makes the tastiest of bread because of how rough she can be with it at its early stages, and it only gets tastier if she’s doing it while in a pissed-off mood. I’ve never seen Mom using this on another pony, and I can only guess how really pissed off she is right now to make Garnet suffer through it.

Mom rubbed the lotion between her hands before she got to work, making Garnet shiver.

“Ooh! That’s cold. Oh my, this is certainly—” she was suddenly interrupted by loud pops coming right out of her back as Mom rolled one of her fists upward. “A-Aah! Hey! Watch the—OW! Try to be gentle—Gack! I’m sensitive there!” Garnet’s cries of pain continued as I heard more of her bones popping in and out of place from Mom’s furious dough kneading technique on her back. All I could do was watch and flinch in horror at the torture taking place in front of me. This was probably the first I’ve really pitied a mare like Garnet getting herself into this, and I don’t think I would wish that kind of fate for any other fans of mine from high school.

After finally three minutes, Mom stopped and sighed while rolling her shoulders “Whew! I think that should do it,” she said with a content smile.

Garnet shakily tied her top back on before getting to her hooves, having trouble keeping her balance as well as the posture she had when she came to me earlier. “Th-Thank you, Ms. Sweet.”

“No problem at all. Now you go get some sunshine and enjoy yourself.” Mom then sent Garnet off with a powerful spank on one of her cheeks, making her jump and yelp in surprise before she slowly walked away and comforting the spot she was smacked on.

Fight on, Garnet. You’ll recover in time.

“Oh Drizzle~. It’s your turn~.”

Even under the warm sun’s rays, my body ran completely cold. I dared to not look at the face Mom was making as I wasn’t sure what she was truly feeling at this moment, or what she was planning to do with me. I did know that I couldn’t argue, and whatever shit I got myself in, I’d only make it worse for myself if I refused even if everything so far wasn’t in my control. “Y-Yes, Mom.”

I took the spot Garnet was occupying earlier, still warm, but did little to heat up the cold that was running through me. I heard Mom’s hands rubbing together with a new dollop of lotion, and I closed my eyes tightly, bracing myself for the inevitable.

The cold touch lingered under my fur first, and then … Wait, this is really soothing.

“Goodness, Drizzle. How are you still able to move with all of these knots?” Mom asked as she firmly pressed and spread out the muscle tensions in my body, and oh goddesses did it feel amazing. It wasn’t long before I became putty in her hands.

I sighed contently. “I don’t know. Maybe I was fit enough to ignore it?”

“That simply won’t do. You may have a swimmer’s body, but it can only take so much stress like any other pony’s, no matter how fit this back is.”

“Well however you’re doing that with those hands, I’ve never felt so relaxed before. I wouldn’t mind being like this for the rest of the day.”

Mom giggled. “A good friend of mine gave me some pointers while she was in massage therapy classes. When I tried it out on her, she said my hands were like magic, finding those knots on touch alone. You could say I was extra mindful of those when I helped Garnet earlier.”

I raised a brow at that. “Don’t you think that was a bit much? I mean she’s annoying, but I’m not sure if she deserved that.”

“You know as well as I do that you aren’t on good terms with her, and I may have gone a bit far on that, but I just wanted to be sure she’d give us some space. She may feel sore for a while, but she’ll be fine.”

“If you say so. For now, though, I think it’s time I return the favor and apply some lotion on your back.”

“Oh! Yes, excuse me. Lost track of time there and your back’s plenty ready.”

I got off the flattened lounge chair and gestured Mom to my spot. Mom laid herself down on her stomach and nonchalantly pulled one of the strings on her back to undo the knot, letting her bikini top fall to her sides. Frankly, I didn’t expect her to be so casual about it with a content smile on her face as she moved her mane to the side. Seeing how her breasts were practically pushing her up with no top to obstruct the view, along with her ass being a little perched up … No penis! No. You are not going to pop up right now in public.

I shook my head a little, grabbed the bottle that was sitting to the side, and squeezed a cold dollop before rubbing it into my hands. Once that was done, I started spreading the lotion over Mom’s back. She shivered at the cold touch at first, but then sighed contently as I continued. I noticed how there were some of her own knots in her back as I applied the lotion, so I tried to spread those out along the process, making her hum in delight.

She’s just as stunning from behind as she is from the front. There are hardly any flabs of fat on her figure at all, probably just the right amount in her curves, especially around—

“Oh! Drizzle! Watch the hands!”

I stopped and looked at where my hands are, which were at Mom’s sides, near the rib cages where … “Oh shit! Sorry!” I quickly pulled my hands back and shook them. “Uh, I think you’re good to go. I’m going for a quick dip.” I fast walked to one of the swimming lanes in the pool and hopped into the water with a big splash. When my head reached back up the surface, half of it was still in the water as I cursed my stupidity that formed into bubbles while I let the water cool me down

I then took the next couple of minutes casually swimming some laps freestyle while I tried to make out how I’d apologize to Mom. I thought back on that moment where even though she was still lying on her stomach, I was still able to cop a feel at her sides. They were sort of like the dough Mom kneads at her bakery when making bread: Firm, yet still soft and malleable to let the fingers sink for only a little. I cursed at myself for not touching her under the right circumstances; I needed to keep myself in control for tonight.

After about six laps in half of the Equestrian Games-sized pool, it was time I stepped out and faced the music. When I arrived at our spots dripping wet, there was a folded towel along with a cold bottle of water on a lounge chair next to Mom, who had a look of concern with her ears folded.

“Are you feeling all right?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I took the seat next to her and started drying myself off. “Sorry about earlier. I think I was in a daze.”

Her eyes widened a little before she chuckled a little. “Is that what you were worried about?”

I gave a small nod.

“I’m not mad, sweetie. I was just surprised, and more so that you walked off so abruptly like that afterwards.”

“I was just … scared. Scared that I did something wrong and I had to calm down in the pool.”

“It’s okay, Drizzle. I know you didn’t mean it.” She then ruffled my hair with a warm smile on her face. “Honestly, I didn’t think you’d be so flustered. Having so many fillies following you around, I thought you’d be over that by now.”

My cheeks warmed up a little while I averted my gaze. “I didn’t see any of them, though. I’ve never … touched a filly like that before.”

The noises from splashing waters and kids playing around were overpowering the moment of silence between us while I scratched the back of my head.

“You never went out with any of them?” Mom asked.

“No.”

“Not once?”

“The very first and last date I ever had was with Garnet to Senior Prom, and Metal Frame practically forced me to go out with her. We slow danced, but I watched where my hands went, which were the closest thing to me first touching a filly. We didn’t … have sex or anything close to it after that.”

“… Did you even kiss her?”

“Nope. I’m pretty much a super virgin.” I glanced back to Mom who had a hand covering her muzzle while her eyes were widened. “Is that bad?”

“No no! Not at all! You’re just saving yourself to somepony really special, right?”

I nodded.

“And there’s nothing wrong with that. Saving yourself for that special somepony is a wonderful thing. Frankly, I wished I’d given myself more time before I dated your father.”

“What was he even like?”

“Well, he was sort of like you. You may have inherited your talent for swimming from him, along with your charms. I thought I was the luckiest filly in the world having somepony so popular and handsome ask me out, especially since I skipped a grade and was practically a foal compared to everypony else.” She looked down to the ground with a small smile while a hand rested on her bosom. “It’s funny how you think you know your feelings for somepony until you see a different side to them.”

“What happened?” I was afraid to ask, even though I had some idea of what it was.

“He became a coward when he found out about you. Sometime after I told him the news, he was already seeing another mare, and we’d dated for at least a year before then. Funny enough, his parents were actually nicer than my own, and I came to good terms with them. So after I told them what I found out, we sat your father down for a talk, he basically said he didn’t want anything to do with me anymore, and left me crying. I’m not sure if you’ve already heard from your grandparents about what happened when I talked to them about my pregnancy, but I think you already know how they reacted.

“Anyway, your grandparents from your father’s side and the families of the closest friends of mine were the only support I had to help make your birth a healthy one. Your father provided child care support out of his own pockets under his parents’ orders, but I rarely spoke another word to him since that night.”

“So what happened to my dad’s parents? If they were as nice as you say, it would make more sense if I got to meet them first before yours.”

“Sadly, they passed on. His mom had a weak heart and died from its failure while her husband got alcohol poisoning from the depression following after that. Your father moved into another home outside of town with one of his relatives after their funeral, which was the last time I ever spoke to him. You may not remember them, but they were so happy to see you as a foal. You’d love them if they were still here today.”

“They sound awesome.”

“Anyway, we went off to a big tangent. As I said before, there’s nothing wrong with saving yourself until you’re with somepony special. Just promise me that when you do find somepony, you’ll introduce her to me and hopefully we’ll start on the right hoof. Unlike Garnet over there,” she said as she turned her head.

I followed her direction to see Garnet’s friends desperately trying to fix her back, but with little success.

“Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind.” Though if tonight goes well, that may not be necessary. I looked over to Mom who was still watching Garnet and skimmed over her form. Through all the confusion, I almost forgot what I was going to say. “That swimsuit looks amazing on you, Mom.”

She turned to me with slightly widened eyes before a smile formed on her muzzle. “Thank you, sweetie.”

Author's Note

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