The sun was burning from the sky. Ponyville experienced the hottest day of this year's summer season. After days of heavy rain that the weather team of the small town had scheduled to speed up the growth of some much needed crops, this hot weather was now needed to dry the ground and to prevent the crops from drowning in too much water.
It was a Saturday afternoon and most ponies, even the pegasi, had retreated into their homes or under the shade-giving trees of Whitetail Woods or even left the town and the surrounding area completely; for places where a different, cooler weather had been scheduled by the local pegasi, all to flee from the agonizing heat.
Berry Punch was lying on a beach chair on the balcony of her house. Above the balcony was a canopy that was casting a shadow over the whole length of it, creating the ideal place to spend a hot summer day like this at. Sprawled out on her was Berry Pinch, her little daughter. The filly was hovering an almost completely eaten popsicle in front of her on which she licked occasionally. The convenience of being a magic user allowed the little unicorn to eat her popsicle while still being able to spread out her forelegs. She did so as wide as she could, keeping her legs at her body would just increase the temperature she had to endure on this day. Only her hindlegs weren't spread out like this, they dangled down the beach chair between her mom's legs.
Surprisingly, Berry Pinch didn't seem to be affected by the heat as much as her mom was, when she wasn't licking on her popsicle, she was constantly chattering about things. Despite the never-ending stream of words and the heat that slowly melted her brain, Berry Punch was attentively listening to what her daughter had to tell, nodding and sometimes asking a question or adding her own input. Right now, Berry Pinch was talking about the day before and what happened at school.
“And then, after she took it, she said 'You're not getting it anymore, blank flanks! This ball is now mine, hehehehehe!'” Berry Pinch did her best to imitate the nasty laugh of the cruel bully, but only partially succeeded in trying to sound as mean.
Berry Punch smiled over the attempts of her daughter to imitate Diamond Tiara. It was a hard task for sure, but the young mother was also glad that Berry Pinch didn't talk in such a searing voice. For a moment, she asked herself the question if this was actually Diamond Tiara's voice or if she was just trying to sound extra mean on purpose, to startle other foals, but she was quickly thrown out of her thoughts again when Berry Pinch continued to speak.
“Then she lifted up the ball and she... And she threw it on the horn of a unicorn mare and it burst! Dinky was crying then, it was her favourite ball, but Diamond Tiara just trotted away and continued to laugh, can you– Mom?” Berry Pinch shifted her body and looked up to her mother, having noticed that she wasn't commenting on her story anymore. “Mommy? Are you listening?”
“Oh!” Berry Punch exclaimed surprised, then she blushed. She looked down at her daughter and answered her curious glance with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Pinchy... I was busy thinking about something.” She removed her forelegs from the arms of the chair, put them around her daughter's belly and squeezed her gently.
Berry Pinch frowned as she felt the embrace. “Mom! Don't hug me now, it's too hot!”
Apologizing again, Berry Punch removed her hooves from her daughter's body and placed them on the armrests again.
Relieved about the warm hooves having been retracted, Berry Pinch asked her mom another question. “Was it something important?”
Slowly, Berry Punch shook her head. “Not really, don't worry about it.”
Now the little unicorn pouted. “But important enough to not listen to me...”
Berry Punch knew this expression on her daughter's face very well. She felt seriously offended by it that she didn't listen, which was a condition that usually didn't last long, but right now, it was still posing an issue. Carefully, Berry Punch ran a hoof over her little filly's mane. “I'm really sorry, Pinchy. It's so hot today that it's not easy to concentrate.”
The lighting up of her daughter's face showed that the tactical excuse for her inattention had worked. But a second later, the little filly was frowning again already. She turned around and slumped down on her mother again, letting out a sigh. “Tell me about it!” she exclaimed in a clearly annoyed tone. “I don't understand why the pegasi have to make it so hot!” Berry Pinch shouted now. Then she hovered the remains of her popsicle into her mouth and began to lick on it furiously until it was gone. “Awww,” she moaned disappointed as she only felt the small wooden stick in her mouth anymore. She hovered it across the balcony and let it drop into a bin.
“Do you want another one?” Berry Punch asked her empathically.
“Uh-uhh,” Berry Pinch said and shook her head. “I don't want to get up now.” She panted slightly.
Understandingly, Berry Punch nodded, then she picked up the conversation again where they had left off. “So, you said Dinky was crying. What happened then?”
Instead of an immediate answer, Berry Pinch let out a yawn and stretched herself a little. Then she lifted up her hindlegs, that had been closely bundled together in the space between her mother's legs so far, and rested them on Berry Punch's long, stretched out hindlegs. The coat on the inside of Pinchy's legs glistened from sweat. Berry Punch could see that the heat that was surrounding them began to wear on her daughter.
As Berry Pinch was finished with relocating her limbs, she finally answered her mom. “Oh, yeah...” Her voice sounded tired now. “Where was I? Oh, right. Okay, Dinky was crying a lot. It was her first beach ball and she always took it with her when she, her mom and Sparkler went on vacation to a lake or the ocean. She always told me how many memories on all these vacations the ball was holding and how important it was for her because of that...” Another hearty yawn escaped Berry Pinch's mouth. Her voice had become quieter with every word. She rubbed her eyes. “I was suggesting we could collect the shreds and ask Twilight if she could restore it with her magic, but then–“ A third yawn interrupted Berry Pinch's now slightly monotonous-sounding retelling of the events. It was followed by a sudden silence.
As a few seconds had passed, Berry Punch looked down on her daughter, only to find her eyes closed. Slow, steady breaths left her mouth and her chest was slightly rising up and down. The heat had finished Berry Pinch and she had dozed off into sleep.
Her mother smiled. Now that her daughter was asleep and the constant chattering had ceased, it was almost completely silent around them. There was no talking. No annoyed exclamations about the hot weather. And since the two of them were the only ones living in the fairly big house – Berry Punch raised her daughter alone – nopony else was talking or complaining either.
Berry Punch pricked up her ears as she noticed the complete silence around them. She listened for any sounds from the street under the balcony and in front of the house, but nothing was audible. No conversations. No opening or closing of doors. No clopping of hooves on the path, not even in passing. Berry Punch was surprised. Not even in their small town it could get so quiet. It was like a bubble of silence had been cast around the balcony. Which was of course impossible, Berry Pinch couldn't use such advanced magic yet, but this was the impression the silence around them had on Berry Punch. The only sound left was the one of the quiet and steady breathing of her little daughter.
Suddenly, Berry Punch felt like in heaven. The sudden silence was relaxing in a way she didn't experience before and she felt her body becoming dozy. She was still looking at the peaceful face of the little unicorn filly that lied on top of her and this view just increased her relaxation. Unlike Berry Pinch, she didn't feel exactly tired and was not feeling like she would fall asleep too soon, but her mind was at a strange point between wakefulness and sleep.
Berry Punch released her eyes from her daughter's face and moved them a few inches further down, where she rested them on Berry Pinch's chest. She watched the slow rising of it and how it went down again. Berry Pinch did cute, little snorts in her sleep. It was almost hypnotizing for Berry Punch and just after a few seconds had passed, her surroundings were completely blacked out. All that her mind perceived now was the body of her little daughter on top of her.
Berry Punch's head felt suddenly cloudy now, but in a good way. Like in trance and completely absentmindedly, she retracted her eyes from Berry Pinch's chest too now and moved them further down her body. She let them slowly wander over her daughter's flat belly and then down to her legs. Her mind was only slowly processing what she saw and while it had already noticed the still sweaty coat on the insides of Berry Pinch's hindlegs, another detail, something that she already saw before, was only recognized by her now.
Berry Punch's eyes had already reached the knees of her daughter as her mind finally flooded her brain with the observation it had made seconds earlier and her eyes grew large. No, that couldn't be! Or could it?
Feeling lured by a strange curiosity, that let her feel completely awake and attentive again all of a sudden, she swiftly moved her eyes up to find out if she had just seen right or if the heat was playing tricks on her mind. Having reached their destination, she stopped as Berry Pinch's crotch had come into her view. For a few seconds, she stared at it in deep concentration, then there was no doubt anymore. The lips of her daughter were slightly parted, giving sight to the rosy flesh inside of them. It stood out very clearly against the darker shade of Pinchy's coat. This was not the most curious sight Berry Punch could behold there, though. On top of her daughter's fillyhood was something that Berry Punch expected to see even less:
Like a small, red nub, Berry Pinch's clitoris lay bare. Her lips had retracted themselves far enough that it got exposed.
Berry Punch gasped. Was this really possible? The clitoris was harder to see than the insides of the lips with its darker color that had almost the same shade as Berry Pinch's coat, but it was glistening and so there was no way to be in the wrong about what presented itself to her. Berry Punch held a hoof to her mouth and giggled quietly. This was something she had never seen before. Even when Berry Pinch was younger and as she was still bathing her, this had never happened, not even when she was cleaning the privates of her daughter.
“How is this possible?” she thought. “If the summer heat has something to do with it?”
Explanations were going through her head, like, that the sweat glands caused this when they expanded. Maybe if all of them expanded together due to the many sweat they constantly produced during such temperatures, they were strong enough to let the vaginal lips do this? She never saw this happening with herself either, but then again, it rarely got so hot like today, so she had maybe forgotten about it. Berry Punch was not sure, but it was the only explanation that seemed logical to her and it seemed to work, so she went with this one. The fillyhood of her daughter was indeed glistening with lots of sweat, which served her as further evidence for her theory.
Berry Punch did a closer look to see how big the amount of sweat was exactly, which just increased her surprise. “Sweat...” she mumbled quietly. “So much sweat...” Astounded, she realized that she had never seen such a wet pussy before, except for when she was really aroused. Which was of course impossible for Berry Pinch, she reminded herself. She was simply too young for this. Or was she? Maybe lying on top of her like this, her flank resting on her mother's crotch and her legs being spread apart indeed caused her to be–
Berry Punch cut this thought off and shook her head. Rapidly, she retracted her eyes from her daughter's crotch. “Stop with this!” she scolded herself in her head. “The summer heat is giving you crazy thoughts! Of course it is just sweat. Pinchy can't do this yet!”
Her mind felt more clear again now, after she brought herself back to this state of common sense. Now the thought she had felt completely absurd to her again. Why did she even think this? “This hot weather is messing with my brain more than I thought...” she mumbled weakly.
She did another look down at her daughter's crotch to see if her lips were still open and if her clitoris was still visible and found both of it confirmed. While doing this second look, Berry Punch felt a weird fascination for the sight in front of her eyes.
“This is completely new, I didn't know this could happen to a filly...” she whispered quietly. As her eyes fell on Berry Pinch's clitoris again, she once more held a hoof to her mouth as another faint giggle escaped it. It was a strange situation. Even with how weird it was what happened down there between her little daughter's thighs, Berry Punch couldn't help but finding it a bit funny too. She giggled again.
After she had stared at the exposed privates of her daughter a few seconds longer, still fascinated, astounded, weirded out and amused by the occurrence at the same time, another feeling joined the other four. Berry Punch began to feel embarrassed.
This was wrong. She was shamelessly staring at her own daughter's fillyhood, while she was asleep even! Of course, Berry Punch knew it wasn't for arousal, the sight was simply completely new for her and showed her something of which she thought she would never see it on her daughter's body, which caused some curiosity naturally, but she still felt increasingly uncomfortable over it. This was just no behavior and if Berry Pinch would know this, she wouldn't be happy about it.
“Ok, Berry Punch, snap out of it!” she scolded herself again. “You can't stare at your daughter's fillyhood like this, it's completely inappropriate! Besides, it's not so special what you see there, it's not like you haven't seen her privates before. Look away now!” She tried to execute this command that she had given to herself, but this time, she found it incredibly difficult to look somewhere else. More precisely, it turned out completely impossible. All of a sudden, she felt her eyes glued to the fillyhood of her own daughter. No matter how hard she tried to look away, she couldn't anymore.
Berry Punch broke out in more sweat, for a different reason than the heat this time. Her breaths were going stronger and then, after a few seconds, she felt a familiar tingle between her legs. Now her face flushed red. Feelings of guilt started to wave through her body. “Oh, no,” she said. “This can't be... You can't possibly be aroused by your own daughter, Berry Punch!”
It seemed so surreal to her. For a moment, she hoped that it was again just the temperature messing with her mind, but right after she had finished the sentence, another tingle happened between her legs. Followed by a sudden, wet feeling at the center of her crotch. Unlike with Berry Pinch before, she knew that this wasn't sweat. She cursed innerly.
Now panic started to rise in Berry Punch. The thought that she had suddenly erotic feelings for her young, six year old daughter both confused and scared her. “How can this happen?!” she thought frantically, all while she still found herself unable to retract her eyes from the wet fillyhood of her daughter. “I never felt like this for Pinchy before... Why now?!”
The longer a part of her mind – one she didn't even know existed – forced her to do something which seemed more and more like eating out her own daughter with her eyes, the harder it became to resist the ever-growing tingling feeling in her pussy.
“Should I touch her? Just once?” A thought she couldn't control rang out in her head. It terrified her.
“Okay, that's it! None of that!” she did another thought, this time consciously. “Stop thinking about your daughter like this!” She still couldn't look away, but with a tremendous effort, she managed to close her eyes at least. She breathed in deeply.
“Okay, Berry, calm down... There surely is an explanation for this. If it isn't the hot weather, then you were maybe too celibate lately.”
Suddenly, she felt a light going on in her head. This was indeed true. Since Berry Pinch's dad had left them, she went on dates and had sex with stallions occasionally. In some of the weirder nights she remembered, even with mares. But none of these encounters led to an actual relationship again, so she didn't get a chance to have sex all that often. The last time she remembered was months ago. And masturbation wasn't always as satisfying as she was wishing it to be. In fact, it never was.
The mare did another deep breath, then she continued her inner monologue and her attempts to get the situation under control. “Okay, see? That's the explanation. You neglected your sex life lately and now your libido is jumping at the first opportunity, that's all. This is probably normal after months without sex, you're not actually lusting after your daughter.”
All these thoughts and the logical analysis of the situation reassured Berry Punch. She breathed in for the first time, then she slowly opened her eyes again, with the strong intent to move them away from her daughter's private parts as soon as she could see them again. She was confident that it would work this time.
Unfortunately, it didn't. As soon as the crotch of Berry Pinch was coming into her sight again, her own crotch was answering with more tingling, stronger this time and more intense. Demanding. It also felt wetter than before now. Once more she found herself unable to look away. The weather, her starving libido, whatever it was, it made the privates of the little filly that was her daughter act like a magnet for her eyes. And it was now that she felt the magnetic field extending itself. All of a sudden, she felt the urge to move her right hoof between Berry Pinch's legs. And something else was different now.
Her arousal had strongly increased over the last minutes and thinking about doing these inappropriate things with her little daughter didn't feel really wrong to Berry Punch anymore. Her body was signaling her that she needed it more and more with every passing moment and her mind slowly succumbed to it. It even caused increasingly weird thoughts in her. “Maybe Pinchy would like it, too?” she caught herself with one of these thoughts and immediately corrected herself. “How silly... She can't like it. She is asleep, she won't even feel it.”
This was a thought that did nothing to quench her increasing desire, on the contrary. “But since she can't feel it, would it really be wrong? Pinchy won't even notice if I do it...”
She cocked her head a little, trying to make a decision, while looking more closely at Berry Pinch's fillyhood again and, for the first time in minutes, without trying to fight the desire to look at it. After mere seconds since she had begun with her latest trail of thoughts, her libido and her mind had come to a silent agreement. There was still a feeling in her chest that told her to not do it, but it was tiny now and got smaller with every second that passed.
“I do it,” she whispered as it was gone completely. It got replaced by a warm, fuzzy feeling that boosted Berry Punch's confidence now. “Why not?” she thought. “Maybe I'm exaggerating and panicking over nothing. Pinchy's asleep and even if she would be awake, I'm just going to rub her a little. This won't hurt her.”
Berry Punch felt really silly for having been so terrified now. She knew what everypony was saying, that any sexual activities aren't appropriate for foals and will harm them, but the more she thought about it, the more nonsensical it seemed to her suddenly. Of course foals shouldn't actually have sex, she was aware of this. But she would just caress her fillyhood with her hoof a little, how bad could that be? This wasn't actual sex and barely any different from stroking her mane or giving her belly rubs when they cuddled together. “How much difference can it be? It's just another part of Pinchy's body, that's silly,” she thought. “And if Pinchy should wake up and protest, I will just stop. It's not like I would do my own daughter any harm or force her to something she doesn't want. How ridiculous! I love her!”
Berry Punch did not just feel silly for her earlier behavior anymore, she felt completely stupid. That just rubbing her daughter's fillyhood a little could be wrong seemed absurd to her all of a sudden. Berry Punch shook her head. “What was I even afraid of?” She laughed quietly. Berry Punch's temptation was at its peak now and her libido filled her mind with more and more reassuring thoughts. If anything, what she was thinking about here was sharing love with her daughter in a different way, but this wasn't necessarily a bad way, not just because society said so. Feeling even more confident and convinced that it wasn't wrong, her libido controlling her mind and thoughts completely now, Berry Punch gave herself a last, internal push and then she gave in to what her arousal demanded and to what her mind had agreed on by now.
She did a last check to see if Berry Pinch was really sleeping, then she lifted her right hoof carefully off the armrest and moved it between the short legs in front of her. As it had become rested on its destination, she did another look into Berry Pinch's face and found that she was still fast asleep.
Berry Punch's marehood was responding strongly now and sent the tingling feeling through her whole body. Carefully, Berry Punch tapped on different parts of her daughter's crotch. Her mouth opened in surprise as she felt how soft it was. Of course this wasn't the first time she was touching her there, there were still these times where she had bathed her daughter, after all. But the last time she had to do this was years ago, Berry Pinch was very much able to clean her privates by herself now and didn't need assistance anymore. And in all these years, she seemed to have forgotten how Berry Pinch felt down there. Or did she just never pay attention because it wasn't important to her? Berry Punch didn't know an answer on this question and she also didn't care for finding one. All she cared for now was to caress her daughter, in a way she never did before.
Berry Punch breathed out audibly and shivered a little, then she began to gently move her hoof up and down her daughter's crotch. As soon as she had started, it felt like a knot inside of her was suddenly gone, like some force had unraveled it. Berry Punch knew what this force was:
The pussy of her own daughter; of her young, small, six year old unicorn filly.
Berry Punch could feel how dirty this thought was, and even more so how dirty it was what she did with Berry Pinch right now, but all of this just aroused her even more and she slightly picked up the pace with her hoof.
Berry Punch was fully concentrated on Pinchy's crotch now. The young fillyhood felt incredibly soft on her hoof, nothing like she ever felt before. No mare she had ever touched down there could compete with this nor could any of the fancy, soft fabrics Rarity had in her boutique, the ones she imported all the way from Saddle Arabia. Soon, Berry Punch was completely caught up in the exciting new experience she was making. After just a few minutes, she didn't recognize her surroundings at all anymore.
Like hypnotized, she watched her hoof moving up and down on her daughter's tiny slit. She could see that her lips parted themselves more the longer she did it, which caused the same question like before to appear in her mind, the one she had cut off so furiously as she still fought the sudden desire for her daughter. Now it didn't seem so impossible to her anymore. The thought of her daughter's fillyhood reacting in such a pleased way to her mother's fondling increased the arousal once more and brought it to yet another level, one that Berry Punch didn't think existed. Her own pussy was leaking now, the juices streaming freely down on it, wetting her daughter's tail and then dripping down on the ground.
Her daughter's tail. Her little daughter's tail... It became wet with her vaginal juices. The realization flashed like lightning through Berry Punch's mind and in the same moment, her pussy was squirting out more juices that drenched Berry Pinch's tail even more. The warm and fuzzy feeling she felt in her body since the last doubt of getting intimate with her daughter had vanished, increased too. Berry Punch smiled as she felt the strong feeling of love coursing through her body. She started to pant.
“I-Is this really so wrong?” she asked herself. “This feels the same like when I give Pinchy a hug. Or when we lay on the sofa and read a book together and when I'm rubbing her belly. It's the same feeling, just stronger. I-It's not really different... But why is everypony saying it's wrong then? It feels so wonderful...”
Right now, all of this seemed like a mystery to Berry Punch, but like a pleasant mystery. It was a mystery she investigated by doing something everypony said she shouldn't. For no reason, as Berry Punch became more and more convinced of.
If it was so wrong, then why did it feel so lovely? According to what everypony said, she should feel dirty now. Horrible even. Like a monster. Like a mother that lets her daughter suffer by doing unspeakable things to her just for her own enjoyment.
And one thing was true, she did feel dirty. But it was a good “dirty”. The same kind of dirty when she had invited a stallion or a mare into her bedroom, long after Berry Pinch had already fallen asleep, and yet different at the same time. It felt like the arousal she came to expect when she had sex with somepony, but there was also this different feeling, a feeling of deep love and bonding. No matter into which direction Berry Punch steered her thoughts while rubbing her daughter's pussy, she constantly felt like doing this was only deepening her love for her and strengthening their bond. Or at least, it would strengthen their bond if Berry Pinch would actually be awake and feel what her mommy was doing with her.
But either way, doing this wasn't wrong, this was something Berry Punch felt absolutely certain about now. It was something she enjoyed and something that wouldn't harm her daughter, maybe even something she herself could enjoy with her one day. The imagination of Berry Pinch erupting in orgasm by her hooves rolled into the young mother's mind, pictures, like a movie playing in front of her mind's eye.
Once again, Berry Punch was increasing the pace of rubbing the fillyhood in front of her as her arousal increased, too. A sensual moan escaped her mouth. The dirty feeling returned and Berry Punch felt another wave of deep love for her daughter make its way through her body. She had just moaned over Pinchy! For a moment now, Berry Punch thought about waking up her daughter. The feeling she had was sensational and she had a strong desire to share this feeling with Berry Pinch, even though she wasn't exactly sure if she would really enjoy it the same way. But there was still the very real possibility that, if she did it while Berry Pinch was awake, she would tell other ponies at some point and this would be dangerous for both of them. Not only would her daughter get taken away from her, Berry Pinch would also have to live without her and never see her again, and that all just because they did something society didn't approve of, so Berry Punch dropped this thought again. It was too risky.
Instead of waking her daughter, she just continued this newfound way of giving love to her and increased her tempo again. All that her mind circled around now was the sensation and how warm it let her feel inside. And she wanted more. She had to do more than just rubbing her slit. Now she was indeed lusting for her daughter, she couldn't deny this anymore and neither did she want to deny it.
Her eyes fell on Berry Pinch's clit again, that was still protruding between her lips like a precious, red jewel. This was what she needed to do. Touching her daughter's clit would make it so much better even. Even just thinking about doing it caused Berry Punch to moan again. She shivered.
“I love you, Pinchy!” she gently whispered into her daughter's ear, then she aimed for her clitoris. She approached the cute, little nub. Berry Punch began to breathe heavy once again, as she attentively observed how her hoof came closer to her daughter's gem, already imagining how she would rub and pinch it and how she would–
“Mommy?”
Berry Punch froze as she heard the sleepy voice of her daughter.
“What are you doing, mommy?” Berry Pinch rubbed over her eyes sleepily, as she slowly became awake.
Immediately, all the arousal Berry Punch had felt stopped due to the shock over her daughter suddenly waking up while she was doing naughty things to her. But much to Berry Punch's surprise, the shock only lasted a second and she thought up an explanation for everything quickly. Feeling unexpectedly calm again, she addressed her daughter's question. “You were mumbling in your sleep, Pinchy. You said your fillyhood was itching, so I scratched you.” And it worked.
“I did?” Berry Pinch asked, stretching her limbs into all directions.
“Mhm,” her mom answered.
Satisfied, Berry Pinch didn't probe further, but was now curiously looking between her legs. Her tail was now to a hundred percent drenched in fluids and the dripping wet hair of it dropped the, to her unknown, juices on the floor of the balcony.
“Huh? Why is my tail so wet?” she asked in surprise. “What happened, mommy?”
Once more, Berry Punch found herself to be relatively calm. Her heart was beating fast, but, for some reason, she had just the right answer again. “It became even more hot while you were asleep, looks like we sweated over each other.”
Pinchy grimaced. “I guess that's why it smells so ugly.”
Berry Punch chuckled. Hearing from her daughter that her vaginal juices were smelling ugly felt a little insulting to her, then again, she was just a filly, so what did she expect?
The mare put her hooves around her daughter's belly. “Do you want to go and take a shower?” she asked.
“Um-umm.” Berry Pinch shook her head. “For what, mommy? We would just starting to sweat again after taking a shower and then it would smell the same. I'm just taking a shower before I go to sleep like always.”
Berry Punch chuckled again. This was a precise logic nopony could argue with. She felt great pride over her daughter's intelligence, yet now that she heard her daughter talking in her usual, carefree way, she was starting to feel a little guilty. Not so much because of what had just transpired while Berry Pinch was asleep, but more because she was lying to her.
Berry Punch increased the embrace of her daughter, surprisingly without a complaint about the heat by her. Gently, she nuzzled her mane, then placed a kiss on it. “I love you, Pinchy. Do you know this?”
“Of course!” Berry Pinch's answer was full of surprise. She turned around on her mother's belly so that she faced her and wrapped her hooves around her neck, which she followed up by nuzzling her nose. Her soaking wet tail was rubbing over her mom's pussy while the little filly was turning herself around, which sent a shiver through Berry Punch's body, but she hid it and set up a poker face. She smiled at Berry Pinch, which got answered by her with a smile on her own. “I love you too, mommy!” the little unicorn said. She placed a kiss on her mom's cheek, then she flopped back into her old position, not seeming to mind her wet tail and the stench anymore.
For a few minutes, both mother and daughter were completely silent and no word was spoken.
Berry Punch felt still overwhelmed by the experience she had just made without her daughter's knowledge. Silently, she contemplated over it and recapped it in her head. Which kept her pussy throbbing and leaking more, rendering Berry Pinch's attempts at provisionally drying her tail with a towel useless. Eventually, the filly gave up and placed the towel, now full of her mother's juices, back on the table to her left. It didn't cause any questions by the filly as she still thought her mother was just sweating, so she leaned back on her mom's chest again. A cool breeze was now blowing through the air and Berry Pinch enjoyed the change of temperature with a satisfied expression. The silence continued to last for a few more minutes, then it ended abruptly, as Berry Pinch began doing something that her mom did absolutely not expect:
Pinchy was touching herself!
For a moment, Berry Punch didn't believe her eyes. Maybe the heat was finally playing tricks on her mind for real now. Maybe it was her libido again, that even let her see things now. Berry Pinch was still a filly. There was no way that she would do something like this. Sure, just minutes earlier, she had fantasies of her infant daughter erupting in orgasms under her rubbing hoof, but now, Berry Punch was able to think rational again. It was impossible.
Instead of saying something, Berry Punch just watched at first, trying to ignore the newly rising arousal in her body. As the picture in front of her didn't change, she could rule out the possibility that the hot weather or her libido let her hallucinate. There was no doubt anymore, right in front of her, her daughter was slowly rubbing her tiny vagina, while lying on top of her! It let Berry Punch become incredibly horny again, to an extent where she was almost ready to cast aside all doubts and assist her daughter in her attempt, but she clenched her teeth and gave her all to compose herself.
What her daughter did there could only mean one thing, she must have felt something. Either during her sleep or right after waking up before she had let go of her fillyhood, and she must have liked it, so she was now trying to replicate the feeling, without understanding what it meant. It made Berry Punch feel uneasy. If she had taught her something she shouldn't yet know about at her age by caressing her fillyhood, this might get her into serious trouble soon. Instead of giving in to the new desire to touch her daughter, she decided to use the excuse from earlier to get ahold of the situation without making herself look suspicious.
“Why are you scratching yourself, Pinchy? Is it itching?”
“Mhm.” Berry Pinch nodded while continuing to rub. She did it a little bit faster now.
Berry Punch sighed relieved. She was wrong. She didn't accidentally teach her daughter to masturbate, Berry Pinch had just itches on her fillyhood for real now. It was not surprising, she did sweat a lot down there, after all, so that it would start to itch sooner or later was just natural. This would save her from having to explain a lot of suspicious questions, like “Why is your daughter masturbating in class?”. As Berry Pinch continued to speak, though, her mother's hopes became shattered.
“But it's a different itching, mommy,” Berry Pinch explained, not ceasing the rubs.
“Different?” Berry Punch asked her, confused. “What do you mean, Pinchy?”
“It's itching, but it's itching inside of it!” she continued to explain. “And it only stops itching as long as I rub myself!” Pinchy panted a little as she had finished her sentence.
Now Berry Punch's face became pale as she saw her worries confirmed anyway. She had taught her daughter to masturbate with her advances earlier! Pinchy really had taken a liking to her fondling and now she craved more. And if she should tell anypony what she was doing or masturbate in public, then other ponies would start to ask questions! Panicking again, Berry Punch taxed her brain for a solution. What made this hard, though, was that her marehood began to become demanding again. The arousal had never ceased completely after Berry Pinch woke up, but since her daughter had started to masturbate, it was growing in intensity again. She had managed to fight it for the last few minutes, but the needy feeling was getting so strong again due to seeing what mature things her daughter was doing there with her little filly pussy, that she already felt her resistance breaking a second time.
Her libido still influencing her, Berry Punch wasn't appalled by the idea of touching her daughter anymore, but the outlook of having to face punishment and to lose Berry Pinch to authorities, was what let her be cautious about caressing her daughter, now that she didn't sleep anymore. For a few more minutes, she continued to fight the urge, but then the arousal grew so intense that she could have sworn it started to hurt and she succumbed once more to it. She turned her attention towards Berry Pinch and asked a question that felt fateful to her.
“Pinchy? Do you need my help? Should I scratch you?”
Smiling, Berry Pinch looked up to her mom. “Yeah, it doesn't stop when I'm rubbing it. Maybe it helps if you try it?”
Berry Punch smiled back at her daughter in a reassuring way. She was now completely at the point of no return again, with the only exception that, this time, she was worried about the outcome and what problems it would maybe cause in the future. Her libido was hard at work to switch out her rational thinking and her sense for caution once more, though.
“Maybe I can find a way to explain her why she can't tell anypony about this,” was all that Berry Punch thought as she slowly moved her right hoof between her daughter's legs again.
“Just lean back and let mommy take care of it, Pinchy,” she said.
Berry Pinch retracted her own hoof from her fillyhood and stretched her leg out to the side again. With big, curious and expectant eyes, she was watching the bigger hoof of her mom coming down on her crotch. The filly let out an audible breath, then she smiled broadly as her mom began to slide her hoof up and down the small slit in the middle of her fillyhood. Like during her sleep, Berry Pinch's lips were still partially open, even a little more than when her mom had begun to fondle her, due to her daughter's own touching, and her clit also still stuck out between them.
Now that she had begun with rubbing while her daughter was curiously watching what happened, Berry Punch realized that there was no going back anymore now. She had started it and this meant she had to think of something to cover it up and to get her daughter to keep it a secret between them. But this could wait. It could wait until she was done here and the only thing that counted for her now was giving her daughter, and herself, pleasure. Berry Punch was motivated to find out if her thoughts from earlier, of Pinchy enjoying it like a mare, would become true, so she paid close attention to every reaction of her daughter.
Her first reaction, right after the breathing, was the remark that she was sweating on her tail again when another load of vaginal juices left Berry Punch and drenched the tail of her little daughter. For a while after this, nothing happened, and so Berry Punch just kept stroking along the rosy slit. It grew bigger and bigger by the minute as Berry Pinch's lips slowly spread apart more and more. Slowly, but steady, they were giving more insight into the young filly's tiny pussy, a sight that increased her mother's arousal at the same pace.
Then, all of a sudden, Berry Pinch moaned, followed by emanating a tiny squeal. At the same moment, she was spreading her legs even further apart than they had been before.
The reactions caused Berry Punch to gasp. The whole time, even though she had hoped that Berry Pinch would enjoy it to the same extent, she didn't really believe in it. A little filly as young as her might be able to feel a small pleasure down there, as Pinchy had proven to her, something that was already surprising for Berry Punch. But she definitely wouldn't be able to get any deep feelings out of it, yet alone having an orgasm. Everypony knew this. A filly as young as Berry Pinch was simply too young for this to be possible. Berry Punch couldn't fathom the amount of her surprise anymore, as she now saw hints for the opposite. It was something she needed to be sure about.
“How does it feel, Pinchy?” she did a leap and asked her daughter directly, while continuing with the slow, up-and-down movement along her pink slit.
“I-It's nice,” Berry Pinch answered between two breaths. Then a second moan followed. Her breathing was picking up pace now, a clear indicator for it that the filly was getting increasingly excited about what was done with her little body by her mom.
And another indicator for this was what happened next. All the while Berry Punch was rubbing the tiny vagina, she could feel the sweat from the summer heat around them, but now, after Berry Pinch's second moan of pleasure, another liquid got added to it.
Stumped by what she felt, Berry Punch stopped rubbing for a moment and lifted her hoof up into the air, trailing a sticky string under it. She noticed a wet spot on her hoof.
Her daughter's lips were now completely opened; her dark, pink coat having been retreated to the insides of her thighs, it had made room for the lighter pink of her inner fillyhood. In the middle of it was a tiny puddle of the sticky liquid that was now trailing a thread between Pinchy's fillyhood and the hoof of her mom.
Berry Punch's mouth was gaping open now, the disbelief written all over her face, and she just stared at what she saw at her hoof there, while her daughter continued to heavily breathe on top of her.
Berry Pinch moaned again, but this time it was not from pleasure. “Mommy!” she yelled. “Don't stop now! It's itching again!”
Having been thrown out of her surprised state by this exclamation, Berry Punch quickly brought her hoof down again and continued to rub her daughter's vagina to not let her wait any longer.
Berry Punch blushed. By now, at least so she felt, she had made a complete slut out of her little daughter. “A lovely slut,” Berry Punch thought, once more starting to question society's stance. She bent forward and gave her daughter's left ear a tiny kiss.
Pinchy's upset outcry as her mother had stopped for a moment was showing more than anything else that she was craving attention for her young pussy now, something that was completely inappropriate for her age, but seemed completely fine to Berry Punch by now. Her cute, little daughter enjoyed it... How could it be wrong?
The reactions of Berry Pinch motivated her to continue and she became determined to give her daughter even more pleasant feelings, so Berry Punch picked up the pace and was rubbing the little pussy under her hoof very fast now. There was no narrow slit to rub up and down on anymore; now that her daughter's lips had parted completely, there was a wide, pink area, and Berry Punch was rubbing over this area in quick circles now.
Another moan left her daughter's mouth, followed by a squeal, and yet another moan. And then she moaned again. And again. It was a series of moans Berry Pinch erupted into now, with her increasing lust and arousal, all thanks to her mommy's busy hoof.
From her position, Berry Punch had a perfect sight onto every part of her daughter's pussy. She could see her clit protruding at the top. It was swollen now and looked slightly bigger than before, another sign for it how much Berry Pinch enjoyed what she was doing for her. There was her peehole, a very tiny, almost microscopic hole, and there was her vaginal opening. Berry Pinch's vagina was so widely exposed now that the opening practically gaped in the middle of it. Taking a look inside was something Berry Punch couldn't do from her position, but she saw that it was constantly leaking vaginal juices in a never-ending stream.
Following a sudden impulse, Berry Punch brought her left hoof to the wet and sticky entrance, while continuously doing her work with the right hoof, and scooped up a little bit of the substance. She held the hoof to her mouth and licked her daughter's juices off of it. Doing so caused more juices to flow, her own this time, and like the juices before, they quickly went for Berry Pinch's tail and drenched it, together with the filly's own juices. The short tail was now clad in a sticky combination of both mother and daughter juices. And the latter was sweet, in the most literal sense, as Berry Punch could attest after tasting it. It tasted almost fruity and she was happy about it that her daughter could produce something so delicious.
Berry Punch's incessant rubbing continued, faster and faster, and the more tempo she had, the faster became the breathing of her young daughter, as she slowly approached the first orgasm of her life. Pinchy's moaning continued, as well, without any interruption, and then, between two of those lust-filled moans, the little filly suddenly managed to speak.
“Aaaaaaah... Mommy! Aaaaaah...”
Her little daughter was moaning her name. Berry Punch blushed more brightly as she heard it, this was getting lewd on a level she would have never dreamt of. But even with that, Berry Pinch didn't show any signs of having an orgasm yet. Berry Punch felt like her daughter delayed it on purpose – she did not think she could, though, after everything that she had already seen today, she was not ruling out this possibility either – but it slowly became an issue for her that her daughter needed so long for her climax. Berry Punch felt her own orgasm approaching fast now. It wouldn't be long anymore and in her horny state, she wished for nothing more than climaxing together with her daughter, so she decided to accelerate Pinchy's lust.
While she continued the fast, circular rubbing with her right hoof, she was once again bringing her left hoof to her daughter's pussy as well. This time, though, she was not touching her hole, but instead placed it on her clitoris and began to rub it.
As soon as she had touched the little spot of pleasure, Berry Pinch arched her back, lifting up her fillyhood and pressing it more tightly against the fondling hooves of her mom in the process, and let out a very long-stretched moan. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” It lasted for half a minute.
Then she stopped arching her back and returned into a more comfortable position, but continued with intensive moans, that were now much louder than before. Berry Punch was sure they could still be heard down on the streets, but it was still hot and unlikely that any ponies would be out and about during the massive heat of this Saturday afternoon. Nopony would hear her daughter's moans and squeals of pleasure.
With increased effort, Berry Punch continued to rub her daughter's pussy and her clit, causing her to erupt in more and more loud moans and callings of her name.
“AH!” “AH!” “AH!” “Moooommy... Ah... Mommy!”
Then all of a sudden, Berry Pinch pressed her fillyhood against her mother's right hoof and started to hump on it a little. Berry Punch could feel it would happen any moment now, her daughter's first orgasm, brought to her by her own mom! And it most likely would be just in time for herself to climax, too, so that they would erupt into orgasms together. The calling of her name became more frequent with Berry Pinch's humping of her hoof.
“Mommy!” “Mommy!” “Mommy!” “Mommy!”
Then, Berry Pinch's hindlegs twitched and her mom could feel a trembling under her hooves. She felt it spreading out over Pinchy's body and in the same moment, her little daughter was crying out for a last time.
“Moooooooooooooooooooooooooooooommy!” “Ah!” “Ah!” “I love you, mommy!” “Mo-Mommy!”
Her vaginal entrance was squirting out another portion of her little filly juices while she did so. It was shooting high into the air and came down on Berry Pinch's pussy and her belly, making the hair of her coat all sticky there. The orgasm of the little filly came just in the right moment, as her mom had predicted, and as soon as Berry Pinch climaxed, she did as well. Another intense moan left Berry Pinch's mouth as she felt her mom's squirting juices hitting her flank and the lower part of her fillyhood. Then her orgasm subsided. Her moans became quieter and softer and her breathing returned to a slower and more relaxed pace, until she just lay there on her mother's belly, exhausted by the experience, but with a smile on her lips.
“The itching has stopped, mommy!” she happily exclaimed as she had found enough breath to talk again.
With a smile on her lips as well, Berry Punch removed the hooves from her daughter's pussy, that didn't demand attention anymore now, and placed her forelegs on her belly instead, wrapping them tightly around it and pulling Berry Pinch into an embrace. The filly juices that had become squirted on her belly were still warm.
There were a lot of thoughts going through Berry Punch's mind now, she definitely had to get her daughter to keep quiet about it somehow, to not make both of their futures dark after what happened between them. But in this moment, Berry Punch didn't take care of this just yet. Right now, after having shared this ecstatic experience with her little daughter, she felt like she was floating on clouds and, judging by the deeply satisfied and happy expression on Berry Pinch's face, she was feeling like this as well. It was their moment and no worries about the future should ruin it.
Berry Punch kissed Pinchy's mane, then she looked down between her legs. Her lips were still parted, although they slowly had begun to close themselves. Her clitoris was smaller again now and her complete abdomen; reaching from her belly to her fillyhood to the insides of her thighs and all the way down to her tail, was now wet, sticky and smelly.
“The result of Pinchy and me having lesbian sex with each other like normally only adult mares would do,” Berry Punch thought baffled, but realized immediately that she had to correct this thought. What happened had not exactly been lesbian sex like adult mares have; all she did was rubbing her daughter's pussy until she climaxed, but Berry Pinch wasn't giving her something in return, except for the arousal she naturally had to feel while she was driving her daughter over the edge. This thought was clearly exaggerated.
And yet, it felt exactly like what she had expressed with this thought; she was caressing the young pussy of her daughter, she made her cum, she cummed on her tail, she squirted on her flank and her fillyhood, she completely drenched her tail with vaginal juices, from both of them, she made her moan, heck, she even drove her so far that she was moaning her name! Even though the thought wasn't completely exact, strictly speaking, Berry Punch couldn't find a better way to describe what she and her little daughter had done than “lesbian sex like normally only adult mares would do”. They could have done a lot more together, but all in all, she thought it was summing up the experience quite nicely.
What happened this afternoon had been something of which Berry Punch never thought that it would be possible. In less than an hour, she had learned so many unexpected things about her little daughter and, consequently, about herself too. It was mind-boggling.
While Berry Punch was still examining her daughter's drenched abdomen, Berry Pinch looked up to her again and their eyes met. She had a strange, knowing expression in hers and this was the moment when Berry Punch found out that the surprises of this day weren't yet over.
“This wasn't sweat, right, mommy?” The knowing, understanding eyes of her daughter seemed to pierce through her.
Berry Punch was already attempting to cook up another excuse, but when she saw her daughter looking at her like this, every part of her mind told her that it would be useless. Sometimes, her daughter was just too smart and then, it was pointless to tell her a lie. She would look right through it. This was one of these moments.
Berry Punch sighed defeatedly, then she ruffled through her filly's mane. Doing so smeared cum into it, cum that was left on her mom's right hoof, but Berry Pinch did not even flinch as she felt the sticky liquid getting rubbed into her mane.
“How did you find out?” Berry Punch asked her, not even trying to circumvent the topic anymore.
Happy about her mother asking her to share her deduction, Berry Pinch giggled, then started to explain. “At first, I was thinking it was just sweat. But then so much of it came out of me when you were rubbing me down there” – She pointed with her hoof at her messy crotch – “and then even more when... when the thing happened. That's when I knew it couldn't be sweat.” Proudly, Berry Pinch was grinning at her mother, like she was expecting an award for figuring it out. But then her expression changed and it was replaced by a confused one. Even though she was smart, she didn't understand everything. “What was it, mommy?”
Berry Punch sighed again, but she gave Berry Pinch the correct answer. At this point, she didn't even care anymore. After all that happened, she could as well go and tell her the full truth now.
“It's called cum,” Berry Punch answered as straightforward as possible.
“Cum? What's this, mommy?” She looked at her with big eyes.
“Well... That's a really long explanation, Pinchy. There are many things you don't know yet. Do I have to explain it now?”
Berry Pinch scrunched her face as a pondering expression appeared on it, then she shook her head. “No. I think it can wait. I'm really tired now, I don't want to hear any long explanations anymore today.” She stretched her forelegs and yawned heartily, then proceeded to rub her eyes.
Now Berry Punch's motherly instinct kicked in as she saw the exhausted look on her daughter's face, for the first time since she gave in to her hungry needs. Her libido had been controlling her thoughts so much that she didn't think about if doing all of this could wear out Berry Pinch way too much than it was good for a little filly like her. With this realization, guilt started to kick in.
She tightened the grip around her daughter and pulled her closer to her face. “You're completely worn out, aren't you, Pinchy? Do you feel okay?”
Noticing the worry of her mother, Berry Pinch smiled again and nodded, then she turned around on her belly and gave her mom a hug. “I am, don't worry, mommy! It was exhausting, but exciting too, and it was fun!”
“Fun...” Berry Punch giggled, from relief, and because of the innocence that her young daughter showed off here, by calling the sexual activities she wasn't even supposed to participate in “fun”.
“Why are you giggling, mommy? Did I say something strange? Was this not something mommies do with their daughters?” Berry Pinch frowned.
There it was again. The smart attitude and intelligence Berry Punch would hate her daughter for, if Berry Pinch weren't so incredibly cute and if she wouldn't be so proud of having brought such a smart filly into the world.
“Not really,” Berry Punch admitted after hesitating for a few moments. “You're right, Pinchy, it's not something a mommy and her little daughter would usually do with each other.”
This didn't surprise the young filly, which was something that was to her mom's surprise.
“I thought so,” she replied. “That's why Dinky or Sweetie Belle never said something about doing this with their moms, right? They don't do this?”
With a serious expression on her face now, Berry Punch nodded thoughtfully.
“But why? Why is no other filly doing this? Have we done something bad, mommy?”
This was the big moment now. Berry Punch had kinda already expected this question to come up and now it was here. Though, as delicate as this question was, Berry Punch had already made up her mind about how to answer it.
“Uh-uhh.” She shook her head and pulled her little daughter closer into the hug. “No, Pinchy, I don't think it was wrong. You liked it, right?” It was a surprisingly casual and straightforward answer, considering what just happened, but it felt completely right and appropriate to Berry Punch. While her mind had still problems to process what they did together and that all of this was even possible, the warm, relaxing feeling Berry Punch still felt now made it very easy to answer her daughter's question like that.
Berry Pinch bobbed her head up and down. “Mhm! I did!” She grinned and nuzzled her mother's nose. It wasn't hard to see that Pinchy had the exact same feelings coursing through her body, even though she did not completely understand what happened, unlike her mom. But was this really necessary? She enjoyed this feeling and this was all that was important to Berry Punch right now. She squeezed her daughter even tighter.
After a series of more nuzzles, the mother and her daughter released their hug again. Once more, Berry Punch looked down at her daughter's messy and smelly tail. “How about a shower now, Pinchy?”
Berry Pinch looked over her shoulder and followed her mom's glance. She giggled, immediately realizing that she was in dire need of one now. “Mhm, I guess it's time for a shower now, mommy.” She slipped down from her mom's body and waited for her to get up from the beach chair at the door.
Berry Punch trotted at her daughter's side and put a hoof around her shoulders. Berry Pinch did likewise. Together, they made their way into the house and towards the bathroom, to clean off the remnants that were the signs for the things both mother and daughter had learned today.
