During your little flight alongside your dad and sister, you sighed heavily.

Your name is Aileron, and today was a day you were hoping to be an eventful and productive one. You had plans set into place, ideas flowing through your head. However, today was going to be a different day for you, one that was already annoying you to no end. Instead of spending time at home until you could go out with your friends to a rock concert happening next week, your dad had decided on saddling you with some hefty news you did not want to hear from him.

He was going on one of his business trips to some far off land, and that meant two things for you.

Firstly, you would not get to hang out with your friends and listen to Maretallica rip apart your eardrums live at the Thunderdome - something you were looking forward to for some time.

Secondly, you were going to be stuck with your bubbly and annoying sister and your drunk and emotional mess of a mother in a confined space for two straight weeks.

You couldn't stop the feeling of irritation that churned around in your gut like a bad four-cheese burrito. All of it was entirely geared towards your dad. You knew exactly what his little trip was and it angered you that he was being such a selfish prick and dumping you at your mom's for two whole weeks! It was insane!

You've brought up wanting to go see Maretallica for weeks with your dad, talked about how you were going to go with your friends and fillyfriend to see them live at the Las Pegasus Thunderdome next week! You had it all planned: leave at four in the afternoon and make it there by six to meet up with your group, get inside and listen to two straight hours of your favorite music! And if you were lucky, you'd get some sweet up close pictures of the band!

But no... your dad had to be choose this week to head away to Manehattan on a two week getaway. The least he could do was let you stay home, but no, he wasn’t allowing it. So now you couldn’t go see your favorite band. And on top of that you weren't going to be able to hang out with your fillyfriend as much because of this, this interfered with future dates with her!

You were eighteen for crying out loud! You were old enough to make your own decisions and do your own thing! You could handle yourself... accidents involving his 'escorts' notwithstanding, of course.

How were you supposed to know the penthouse hot tub was off-limits that day?

It's not like he put up a sign to warn anyone away or anything, and it was right outside on the balcony!

Adjusting your duffle bag which contained your essentials—sketch pads, drawing supplies, extra clothes and the like, you continued following your dad and sister as you all flew to your mom's place. It didn't take very long for the vibrant and mesmerizing scenery of Las Pegasus’s skyline to morph from the bustling city of light and sin to the dusty and dreary desert leading out into the middle of nowhere.

More specifically, your mom's junkyard.

You've been there a few times, mostly whenever your dad dropped you off for your 'weekly' visits to spend time with the mare and hopefully bond with her alongside your twin sis. It always went the same as one might expect. You'd go there and Apogee would attempt small talk with your mom, who'd awkwardly reply back with something. If you were lucky, she'd go back inside and drink herself to sleep or leave for the day to go pick up some food.

She'd end up bringing home Boop ‘o Roops, usually only Boop ’o Roops. Like, you didn’t hate the cereal, it was tasty but like… was this all she ate or what? Half the time you had to scrounge up old pizza she had stored in the back of the fridge.

For once, would it kill her to actually stock some food that wasn’t disgusting or just plain unhealthy?

You were brought out of your mental musings by your sister's voice. "You alright there?" Apogee questioned you, falling back a bit to fly next to you.

You saw your dad's eyes drift back over to you, no doubt out of curiosity, and you bit back a snappy retort to respond calmly, "I'm fine, just didn't have a good night." That was only half true.

After an hour of wondering why your fillyfriend wasn't messaging you back, you had set your phone aside before nodding off into a dreamless slumber.

Waking up to your dad telling you to pack a bag because you and Apogee were staying at your mom’s for two weeks was the final nail in the coffin for your mood. Honestly, putting on a smile right now was difficult when you knew you weren't going to see Maretallica with your friends.

Apogee’s muzzle scrunched up, the corners of her lips drooped, and her eyes looked you over, a genuine look of concern flickering in them like a candle light, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah." You replied, focusing on the flight ahead. You just wanted to get to your mom’s and drown out everything with your headphones.

Apogee pressed on however despite the tinier part of you wanting to be left alone for the remainder of the flight, "You sure you don't wanna talk about it, Ailly?"

Ailly, the 'cute' little pet name your sis came up for you years ago. You guessed she just got lazy and shortened it for her own convenience, unfortunately for you the name got out and now your friends from school had started calling you Ailly.

Well, at least it's better than Ronny. You rolled your eyes and replied to her, "I'm fine, Gee, okay?" You tone came off as a bit testy, but again... perfectly understandable, considering the current circumstances leading to your trip to your mom's.

Well, understandable to you, anyway.

You looked up ahead and saw your old man looking back at you with one of those looks. Concerned and anxious, perhaps? He angled his wings and flew back to fly alongside you like Apogee. "Hey, look... I know that I dropped this on you all of a sudden, but it'll be good for both of you to spend some quality time with her while I’m gone."

He sounded so hopeful about that, and it made you snort. Your dad was always so optimistic to try and mend things with your mom. Apogee was the same like that, if not more so than your dad. What more could a filly her age want? She just wanted your mom and dad back together for that big happy family she dreamed about. Sometimes she'd talk to you—without your permission, of course—and talk about her little plans to get them back together.

It hardly ever worked as planned, of course.

"Sure, whatever you say." You bitterly replied, causing your dad to frown.

You and your mother didn't exactly get along that well. She was bitter and resentful towards your old man for reasons she wouldn't speak about, even when Apogee asked a bunch of times. If anything it just annoyed her and she changed the subject to something else, usually about watching TV or drowning herself in booze. Even when you tried to get along with her when you were younger, she wasn't interested in doing much of anything, or at least... that's how it appeared.

A random memory came to mind when you thought about that. It was only about four years ago, but you tried to play a game with her because Apogee was too busy with dad, and your mom would half ass the controls or not even try. One rage quit later and you never tried again, if only out of fear for your game system being smashed.

Afterwards you've mostly kept to yourself anytime you actually do go to her caravan. She'd ignore you and you'd ignore her and spend all of your time on Squeak talking to your friends and complaining about your mom's antics, her living situation, whatever annoyed you at the time.

Sometimes you wondered why it seemed easier for your sister to get along with your mother - not necessarily get along well, but by all means better than you. Maybe your mom was just more of a daughter-type of person? Sometimes you couldn't help but to wonder: how would things be if your parents had only had one child? Would things have gone differently?

Would your parents still be together and live a happy life with their only daughter?

Well, probably not, seeing how much they seemed to hate each other's guts in any case, but still.

"It won't be bad this time, bro!" Apogee chirped next to you, slapping a hand on your shoulder and jostling you a little, "I can feel it!"

"Somehow I doubt that, Gee" You remarked with a heavy sigh. It was going to be just like all the other times you've stayed with her, multiplied by thirteen.

And speak of the devil, you saw the junkyard closing in.

A part of you wished someone would whisk you away at the last second, but no such thing happened.

Three synchronized thumps and the three of you landed just outside the entrance to 'Junkyard & Vee's Spaceship Parts', a place your mom lived in that was out of the way on the outskirts of Las Pegasus, perfectly isolated from society proper. It was so far away from Las Pegasus you could barely make out the neon letters on a casino sign in the distance.

You huffed and adjusted your duffel and backpack. You had to pack extra for this trip for obvious reasons. You needed extra clothes, and you packed a few books alongside some of your school supplies, things to keep you busy and pass the time.

Glancing into the junkyard, you spotted the scrap metal laying around in huge piles of spaceship parts and machinery that had been dumped here by third parties or bought by your mom to repair and resell to someone else for a higher sum than for what it was probably actually worth.

The pervasive scent of jet fuel and smoke lingered in the air like a cloud, a smell that was constantly associated with the area due to your mom’s line of work. The small caravan sat just up ahead the small path, flanked by a few rust red barrels—one of them was tipped over and leaking brackish ooze. Probably one source of the smell.

On the lounge chair in front of the trailer snoring away her life was none other than your mother, Delta Vee. Aside from your darker color scheme, you've been told you took more after your mother rather than your father, at least when it came to your overall appearance and attitude. Meanwhile, Apogee took after your father in the color department. Clad in her dirty and loose tank top, a pair of tight fitting jean shorts and some dirty combat boots, she was dirty and disheveled looking as always.

She could stand to at least take a shower and clean up a little around the place, didn't she know you and Apogee were coming to stay with her?

Then again, did she ever?

"Okay you two, I'm going to need you to hang back wh-" Your dad started to speak, turning towards you both.

Apogee beat him to the punch.

"Hi mom!" Apogee cried out with a happy smile, bounding over to the mare.

Your mom jolted up from the yell and her sunglasses jostled on her snout, landing askew and those bright red eyes peered out in shock and anger. They flicked from your dad, then to Apogee, and finally settled on you; bright red orbs that snapped to your own like heat seeking rockets, reminding you of your own similarly tinted eyes.

Your mom sat up and slowly pushed her sunglasses up onto her forehead and glared towards your dad. "Jet?" Her eyes were exhausted and bloodshot looking, did she not get any decent sleep inside?

Your eyes glanced over to Apogee who adjusted her Potato Pony backpack and smiled brightly without a care in the world, as she usually did of course. "Hi Mom~" And with that perky bounce in her step, she hopped over to your mom and wrapped her arms around her in a tight hug.

A grunt and your mom replied, "Hey..."

Your dad, meanwhile...

"Hey Delta, how's business?"

Your mom's eyes narrowed sharply, the reds of her irises accentuated like sharpened daggers, "Don't you 'hey Delta' me."

Frowning a bit, he said, "Whoa, come on, is that any way to treat a friend?" Your dad's face scrunched up slightly, as if wounded.

"We're not friends, Jet. Now spill it, what do you really want?" Your mom's eyes flicked between him and your bags as Apogee finally let go, backing up with a smile on her face. "What's with the bags?"

The gears in your mind slowly turned around as you realized something. Wait... wait, did he not tell mom!?

You looked over to your the stallion in question, and you noticed the briefest hints of something in his eyes... "I... I'm gonna need you to watch the kids... for a couple of weeks, think you can do that?"

As if the sun itself drew closer to the planet, you could feel the heat of the Marejave desert suddenly climb. You could feel sweat trailing down your neck and forehead, normally it didn't bother you before, but now the your body’s temperature rose higher and higher. Obviously the cause of this... was coming from your mom. An eyebrow twitched, the corner of her lip pulled back to reveal clenched teeth and you swore you could hear them grinding together.

You actually felt a little scared.

"Jet... your jokes suck, horribly." She growled out, her glare intensifying tenfold, "So you better tell me the real reason you're here or there's going to be trouble."

A moment of silence, the tension continued to grow in the air until it was almost as thick as soup. After a bit, your dad finally spoke up, "Delta, I'm being serious. I have a very important business trip I have to attend and I can't really take Aileron or Apogee with me. No one's around to watch them except you. So I figured why not have them stay with you for a bit? It’ll be good for you three."

"Jet, they're both like... what, eighteen now?" Your mom sat up on her lounge chair, and in her usual slouched posture it drew attention to her dirty and stained tank top. "They're both basically adults, I don't need to fucking babysit them!"

Thank you! For once you could agree with her.

"Still, I'd feel better if I knew they were with you instead of being home alone." Your dad brought up and stared back at her. You couldn't stop the feeling of uneasiness from welling up in your gut, the tension in the air was just continuing to grow. "Please?"

Tossing her sunglasses aside, your mom rubbed her eyes and growled under her breath. You could feel the anger flowing off of her from where you were standing next to some barrels. A brief thought of them containing very explosive material came to mind and you inched away out of fear of your mom's anger somehow setting it alight and blowing you all to Tartarus. Suddenly, she stormed to her feet and yelled at him, "Jet, come on! Two fucking weeks? Maybe a couple of days bu-"

"I'm leaving today," You heard your dad cut her off sharply.

Your mom slapped her face with both hands as you spared a glance towards Apogee, who looked a tiny bit nervous. You guessed she didn't know about your dad not letting your mom know you were both coming either, which just got you even more peeved at your dad.

Unbelievable, all it would have took was one simple phone call to let her know about this.

"Did you seriously not tell her we were coming, dad?" You couldn't help but question him, breaking the tense silence in the air.

Sighing, he said, "it slipped my mind. I was too busy preparing for the trip."

"Bullshit!" Your mom yelled, and you found yourself moving backwards a bit. "You do this every fucking time!" Storming up to the stallion, she got right up in his face and glared, making him recoil and pin his ears back against his scalp. "You never come here unless you want to drop them off because you wanna go off and fuck some whorish call-girl like you always do," She scoffed loudly, "A 'business trip', that's a piss poor excuse to saddle me with them!" She gestured to you and Apogee, the latter of which you noticed was trembling a bit and you yourself couldn’t help but feel a bit of a sting from her words.

Looking back over to your parents, you caught your dad's face scrunching up, "Do you honestly believe that? That I would be doing something like that?" He scoffed and shook his head, crossing his arms. "It's a legit business trip! I have to go to Manehattan to oversee a new plane launch and make sure it goes smoothly!"

"Ohohoho, must be real fucking nice to be doing that, doesn't it?" She growled out, her fists clenched into tight knuckle white inducing balls. "You get your dick sucked by a couple of your regulars and you get to watch another one of your little toys fly, hmm?"

Jeez... You tightened the strap on your backpack. The fights were usually fairly short, but this time... she was blowing up.

"Delta, please, I need your help. I don't want to leave them at home," You dad was firm in his wording as he stared down at your mom who was furious looking, that rage boiling over like a tea kettle.

"You honestly expect me to handle these two for two fucking weeks?!" She yelled, throwing out her arms, "The hell do you expect me to do with them the whole time?"

You didn't expect your dad to come up with much to say... and you certainly didn't expect to hear...

"Maybe you could try acting like their damn mother for once in your life." Your dad bit back sharply, his eyes narrowed and mouth set in a firm line.

You heard Gee gasp silently behind you. You were... stunned. You had never heard anything like that in their usual conversations together.

Usually it'd go with your dad trying to start a decent conversation with your mom, and it'd end up with the two insulting one another in another one of their pissing matches. It'd get annoying and you'd slap your headphones on to block it out before moving into the trailer.

But now?

You're not sure what to do.

You could see your mom had stood stock still—her eyes glaring intensely into your dad's with the fury of a rocket’s red glare, her head shook ever so slightly, her nostrils flaring and jaw clenched tightly. A flick of her tail and the mare growled out, "Two weeks..."

"Yeah... two weeks, give or take a few days." Your dad replied, still glaring down at her.

You swallowed the hard lump in your throat, eyes flicking between them both.

"...Fine." The upper corner of her lip twitched slightly and she stepped back, and the tension eased a tiny bit, just a tiny bit.

Your dad sighed and attempted a smile, "So you'll do it?"

"Whatever, but you fucking owe me after this bullshit, Jet." Your mom snapped at him, making his smile vanish into a disappointed frown.

Another sigh from him and he nodded, "Alright, consider it done."

Your dad reached into his jacket and pulled out a small booklet, “Here,” He handed it to her.

Glaring at the small black book, she snatched it from him and looked through it. “The hell’s this?”

“Their class schedules,” He crossed his arms, “I need you to make sure they get to school on time.”

A hmph and she closed it back up without a word.

With that done, your dad walked over and gave Apogee a hug she was all too eager to return, giving him a friendly nuzzle and a smooch on his cheek before he made his way over to you. He ruffled your mane up and said, "Don't worry bud, I'll be back in two weeks and I'll do something special for you and your sis, sound good?"

After calming yourself down a little, you crossed your arms and shrugged, "Whatever."

You looked away and only heard your old man sigh before walking back towards the entrance. Apogee yelled, "Bye dad!"

With that done, your dad flew off into the skies back towards Las Pegasus... leaving you both alone with your mom, who wasn't happy in the slightest.

Great... thanks dad, you're the best. A grumble escaped you as you glanced over to the mare that you were dropped off to stay with for two solid weeks.

Her arms were crossed under her bust, lifting them up ever so slightly. Her hip was cocked out to the side and she watched with this annoyed expression on her face and a deep exasperation emitting from her eyes. Her posture was that of a very pissed off mare, just like usual whenever your dad did something stupid.

This fucking took the cake, even for him.

Did it actually slip his mind or was he planning on doing this without her knowledge just to make her angry?

You had no idea. Scratch that, you knew. All three of you knew, even if Apogee didn’t want to admit it.

Fingering your backpack strap, you hesitantly made your way over to the trailer and opened it up to head inside. Apogee fell in behind you, unusually silent.

Once inside you were hit with the familiar scents of you mom's home. The stench of unwashed clothes and old stale food lingers in the air, alongside that unmistakable smell of a mare and stallion's musk you were so accustomed to any time you visited the place. Discarded clothing sat around the floor, laying in areas wherever your mom decided best to toss em' after she was done. Alongside the typical junk, you've once again been reaffirmed that she seemed incapable of picking up after herself even on her best days.

Which were about as rare as meeting a generous dragon.

You wandered inside and over to the 'dining' area and frowned at the sight of it. If it was just you, you could have probably worked something out with the sleeping situation like last time. Just climb into the seat and huddle up with your laptop, binge watch something on the internet or just talk to your friends. But now it was going to be you and your sister, alongside your mom, in the same tiny ass trailer together, for two weeks.

TWO WEEKS!

How in Equestria were you going to get any decent sleep like this?

A stomping noise and your mom entered in behind you with an angry huff, you turned to face her and Apogee.

The three of you were in an awkward stare-off now with one another. Apogee's cheek was puffed out and she fingered her backpack strap, you and your pensive and annoyed frown, and your mom with her hand on a cocked out hip and sneering like her life was just ruined.

"So..." Apogee was always the first to start off, eager to rise and eager to please. "Mom, two whole weeks!" Her lips stretched into a toothy grin, showing off her rosy red and freckled cheeks. "This'll be great! We can hang out more and watch Potato Ponies an-"

Your mom held up a hand and swiftly booped your sister in the snoot, shushing her and making her produce a squeak. "Listen kid," She started, frowning at the both of you with that look. Tired and annoyed, just woken up to deal with something she didn't want to deal with, you could see it in her eyes. "I don't... I don't hate that you're both here, but..." She furrowed her brows, "But your dad basically fucked up my plans for the next two weeks so..."

You snorted softly and shrugged off your backpack before sitting down. "Your plans to get drunk and sleep away your life?" You remarked dryly, flicking an eye over to the discarded beer bottles laying around.

She returned the comment with a sharp glare, "Watch your mouth punk."

"G-guys, come on! It'll be fun!" Apogee interjected herself in between the two of you, "We can watch TV or... or maybe go into town for a bit! Ooh! I brought some arts and crafts stuff with me!" She pulled her pack off and started to rummage through it.

A loud snort and your mom wandered off to the bedroom, yelling, "You two do whatever you want, just don't touch my beer and don't set anything on fire that I wouldn't!"

With your mom gone, Apogee held her backpack to her chest and sighed, "Shoot."

You just cleared off a place on the table to set your laptop, moving aside half empty beer bottles and empty snack wrappers. It was disgusting the mess your mother lived in, you're surprised she hasn't managed to set the trailer on fire yet.

What a great start to this. You thought and grumbled, pulling out your laptop and turning it on. Your thoughts turned to your fillyfriend once more, the cute mare you hooked up with during the summer. She was cute, funny, and just awesome to be around. You were hopeful to go on another date with her soon, but... like before, you dad ruined your plans, and you were honestly a little worried.

Would you even be able to see her as often now that you were stuck at your mom's for two solid weeks? You worried. Yeah you'd still be able to see her at school, but going out on a date would prove to be a difficult venture.

"Ailly," Apogee sat down next to you after you scooted to the farthest side of the booth, breaking you out of your thoughts. You left enough space for Apogee in case she wanted a place to do something... probably her little arts and crafts stuff. "Do you... you wanna make some artsy stuff with me?" A glance over to her and you saw she was holding up some construction paper and some colored pencils.

As your computer booted up you shook your head, "Not really, no, Gee."

"Come oooooon, it'll be fun!" She insisted, nudging your shoulder and making you roll your eyes. "I can show you how to make those cute Neighponese Anime mares you liiiike~"

You felt your face heat up at the thought of drawing anything remotely close to the anime you held dear, and you scoffed loudly, "Puh-lease!"

"So you do wanna learn?" Apogee grinned.

"W-what? No!" You shook your head violently.

Apogee puffed out her cheeks and wiggled, "But it'll be fuuun!"

"Gee, come on, I got things I wanna do." You told her. In truth, you just wanted to kill as much time as you possibly could by yourself, if only to make the days pass by faster until you could finally go home and continue to rage and be angry at your dad for pulling such a dick move.

Like your mom, your own plans were ruined because of this! You weren't sure about Apogee though, but she seemed pretty happy with doing whatever, so long as everyone else was happy, that is.

Unfortunately for you, that's not what your sis wanted to hear. She scrunched up her snout and puffed out her cheek, giving you puppy dog eyes, "Come on, pleeeeaaaassssee?" She wiggled the materials in your face, giving you that cute look she'd give her friends of the other colts at school, that look that got them to do whatever she wanted.

Sneaky filly.

An incredibly heavy sigh and you pushed your laptop away, "Fine."

"Yay!" She then shoved some stuff into your hands: a container of glue, some scissors, paper, and... glitter?

Yep, this'll end wonderfully for you.

No regrets at all.

ooo000--000ooo

So... hours later, and you hurt all over, and you didn't even do much.

Apogee roped you into some silly arts and crafts and you both made a couple of things out of the paper she had brought in her pack, most of which was mostly that origami shit. She molded little cranes and dragons out of the paper with her deft little fingers, twisting and folding it and making all these neat little things you honestly had to admit was pretty impressive.

Then you attempted to follow her instructions, and of course, it ended with you either destroying the paper, or just butchering it entirely into some type of monster. Apogee was supportive of you of course, it was in her nature to be caring. But this was just ridiculously complicated, how on earth did she do any of this without ruining it?

At the end of it all, you just settled for doing little sketches with her, which was something you were far better at doing than trying anything remotely close to folding paper.

Unless you were making a paper airplane, in which case, you were hella good at that shit, no one could top your sick paper airplane skills.

However, now you were done, and the moon was just rising up over the horizon and you opted to go outside and watch it. You'd always watch the moon rise in Las Pegasus, but seeing it rise out in the Marejave desert? That was always a sight - probably the only redeemable thing about this junkyard was the sight of the nighttime sky, you could actually make out the stars and constellations. It was actually really pretty looking.

But it did little to stave off the depression of missing out on your favorite band.

This fucking blows.

You glared down at your phone and scrolled through some pictures of Maretallica you downloaded a while back of the band. Four incredibly hot mares sat in your phone, their striking colors, their gorgeous bodies wrapped in torn jeans and leather jackets, the rough looks they had going on and the aura they gave off was enough to fill your fantasies for nights to come. Especially the guitarist, probably the one you admired and liked the most.

Man, this would have been my first concert too, I could have seen them all, live! Scrolling through the pictures, you paused one one of the images of the guitarist, her gorgeous curves, her pretty eyes and that fierce look as she ripped the guitar chords like there was no tomorrow. Couldn't have waited until after the concert, just had to be this week so he could fuck me over. I swear he does this on purpose! It wasn't really true... your dad was a good stallion unlike some, at least yours had a decent job and was able to raise you and your sister decently. He's still a jackass for doing this.

Sadly, there was nothing you could do, you were stuck with your mom until your dad came back and picked you up. You knew Maretallica wasn't going on another tour until next year, these last few weeks would be their last until the new year! Which just made it even worse.

Your chest felt tight all of a sudden.

Fuck. A growl and you pocketed your phone. You stood up and turned around to head back inside, might as well head to bed and sleep away the rest of the night.

You walked back into the trailer and headed into the bathroom firstly, Apogee also roped you into a stupid soda drinking competition.

It ended about as well as you'd expect. Apogee flipping out from a sugar rush and you with a full bladder. She eventually crashed on a bed that was made in the dining booth, the same you two slept in when you were kids. Her light snores softly filled the small trailer as she took the far side of the booth, leaving room for you to sleep there.

After emptying said full bladder and feeling the fourth most satisfying relief a stallion can feel, you exited the bathroom.

Movement out of the corner of your eye made you stop, so you looked.

You half expected Apogee to be darting around like the hyperactive loon she was, probably on another one of her Boop 'O Roop rampages. However that wasn’t the case since she was passed out in the booth a few feet from you. Your eyelids snapped open in absolute shock when you saw into your mom’s room, which had the door open just enough to see that...

Delta had taken her shirt off, leaving her in nothing except her shorts! You should have moved on, gone to your little booth and tucked yourself away under the covers until tomorrow came and you flew off to school with Apogee. Something kept you locked into place from your spot in the bathroom door frame, your legs just didn't move and your eyes remained fixated on your mom's back.

Despite her lifestyle choice, her body wasn't exactly in the worst of shape, at least from what you could see. Her coat was clean to a degree and fluffy in a few places, such as her shoulders. Her back was filled with lightly toned muscle buried under a soft layer of pudge, which was very evident in her hips and rump. She had the wide hips of a mother and a decently sized butt to match it. It was barely contained within the tight fitting shorts, wrapped so snug it showed the perfect round and plump shape of it, and you swore you saw some rips and tears in the crotch and rear when she bent down to pick something up, giving you a peek at her baby blue panties.

She stood up after that, holding her phone, looking around her room as if to try and find where she put her charger.

Your pants had already grown uncomfortably tight from this, but then your eyes zeroed in on her bare chest. You weren't sure if your eyes could get any wider, or your cock any harder.

Her breasts looked absolutely amazing. Not that you had much experience apart from porn sites when you had the spare time, as well as your own fillyfriends. However unlike your fillyfriend, who allowed you to feel her up under her shirt, your mother’s tits were fully exposed. Contrary to some sub-conscious thought you may have had previously, they looked gorgeous. Perfect tear drop shaped mounds with perky dark blue nipples that contrasted nicely against her coat's color, and big, but not by much. She moved around her room a bit and your eyes watched the slight bounce to her tits, jiggling about with every movement and keeping your eyes mesmerized.

You felt your mouth watering at that point and your heart was beating rapidly. Were you seriously doing this? Were you seriously ogling her? This mare was your mom for crying out loud! Wow, you wanted to place your face between her soft melons. Yeah she was naked and... admittedly really good looking, but still! This is the mare who brought you into this world and...

Abandoned you...

Suddenly you felt very tired.

You waited and remained as silent as possible until she moved out of view before sneaking over to the booth and climbing into it. Laying down and pulling up the covers around you. As you attempted to fall asleep, you feebly tried to keep your pants from bursting open and to delete what you just saw...

Sleep did not come easy that night, and somehow...

You were sure every night was going to be just as difficult.

Author's Note

Obvious note is obvious.

This is an obvious Alternate Universe from the Delta Vee's Junkyard blog on Tumblr, in case you didn't see the tag, the descriptions, and actually read the story itself. I've just been given permission to write stuff for it so I decided to throw my own spin on it while staying true to the characters.

Thanks for reading, hope you stick around, and enjoy this