Cream Heart hated the discomfort, the nagging itching. She hated this time of year, hated what it caused in her body; hated it waking her up in the middle of the night with the need to pee, and for something more too. She hated being an Earth Pony at times like this, having the strongest ties to nature of all the pony races, but also lacking any easy means by which to get rid of what they brought on, or its demand, besides their hard hooves, unlike Pegasus' wings or Unicorns' magic. In a nutshell, she hated being in heat, and hated how bad she always got it every breeding season as an earth pony.
More annoying than her physical urges were the mental ones, namely the temptation to flag her tail to any handsome stallion she passed on the street; that burning need to just have him rut her until her estrus was a faded memory was beyond annoying, even if it would indeed give her what she wanted.
While she was already a mother to a beautiful colt, her everything in the world, she had always wanted more children. Cream and her husband had tried everything possible to try and help them conceive again. It wasn't until one doctor that seemed to actually care about them conceiving another child, instead of taking more of their Bits for more seemingly-useless medical procedures on her, had even bothered to check if her husband's biology was the part that wasn't working right, instead of hers.
Cream stood in the dimly-lit hallway one such night after being awoken by the burning needs in her loins, and the need to use the toilet. After finishing her business, instead of heading back to her bedroom, she stopped to look at a portrait of her husband hanging on the wall. He was a handsome earth-pony stallion dressed in the traditional golden-and-blue-schemed Royal Day Guard armor, tall and strong-looking by nature, his physique chiseled by a daily exercise regimen, patrols, and careful diet.
She knew that, despite his tough-looking exterior, his heart was so full of love, and he really cared for the world, making it a better place by protecting ponies. His coat was a deep amber-brown brushed with grey hairs, his pale-orange mane speckled with grey too in his middle-age. She felt her eyes welling with tears as she looked at the portrait, her next blink causing them to roll down her cheeks.
After several happy years spent together with Button Mash, their first born, Cream and her husband decided they were ready to give him a sibling. After many months over two breeding seasons of him trying to get Cream pregnant, every day she was in estrus spent with him on her back as they rutted near-constantly in the bedroom, as well as a large multitude of tests on both him and her after they couldn’t conceive, she was found completely fertile.
They'd been devastated, however, when her husband had been diagnosed with azoospermia at the same time, his testicles unable to produce sperm anymore. It was a consequence believed to be due to the repercussions of a foreign illness, one he’d sustained while he'd been deployed to other lands in service to the Crown.
He'd urged Cream to take another stallion's sperm, to be studded by him naturally or to be artificially inseminated by a sperm sample, so they could have another foal. She'd refused, figuring there had to be something more they could do to help cure his condition, wanting desperately to have his foal, not another stallion’s. She started consulting with zebras and other non-ponies, trying to find a way for them to have another child, and when that hadn’t worked, relying on the last desperate measure for earth ponies: unicorn magic.
Pressing her hoof to the cheek on the portrait of her husband, her tears flowed more quickly still, quiet sobs joining them. She'd been so selfish, she now realized, considering only her own wants and desires, not considering the other ponies her decisions had affected. Not realizing until too late how he’d likely wanted to be a father to another child from her, to raise it with her, regardless of if he would have been its biological sire or not. To be a father to another foal with his wife.
Before Cream could do much research into unicorn fertility treatments, her husband had died in an accident while deployed on another mission for Celestia. He'd died instantly and painlessly, she'd been told - a small mercy - and she was then presented a folded Equestrian flag. Telling her son his father had passed away, while Button was still such a young foal, was one of the most difficult things she had ever had to do.
She’d never learned of a cure for his impotence, it being pointless to pursue more after he'd passed, and she regretted not getting pregnant by another's sperm while he was alive, having another child to share with him for at least a few years. Now, over a decade later, with her young colt now a budding teenager, those wounds were still yet to fully heal.
The desire to be a mother again hadn’t faded, though. Cream had tried dating several times, but it had never worked out, and she was still single. She thought of visiting the Ponyville Sperm Bank and getting artificially inseminated, but getting pregnant like that seemed too...impersonal. She wanted a foal, but naturally, not from the sperm of a stallion she didn’t even know, let alone by her or a doctor jamming a tube up her cooch and squirting the semen into her.
A natural studding, by a friend or otherwise, seemed only a little less unappealing, given it still wasn’t a child from a stallion she loved. A stallion who could be a father to their foal, in a way Button had lacked for most of his childhood.
Cream softly kissed her husband’s portrait on the lips, before heading back towards her room. As she walked from the bathroom, she passed by her son's room, smiling fondly as she thought of her beloved colt. Seeing his door left open halfway, Cream laughed to herself quietly at her son's forgetfulness to close it, shaking her head, and moved to do so. Instead, nudging her way past the door, guided by the moonlight streaming in through a crack in the curtains, she felt drawn to her son for a reason she didn't consciously understand.
Cream soon found herself standing beside his bed. As she looked down upon Button's resting body, Cream felt maternal pride, as she so often did with anything regarding him. Button looked so much like his father that every time she looked at him, she practically thought he was him at first glance. In the dim lighting, she once more saw that his coat was a dark amber-brown that was only a few shades lighter than his dad’s had been, a thick streak of his father's grey-orange mane and tail in his own, with the rest of it being the same as her own of a darker orange.
As she looked longer at the closest pony in the world to her, Cream’s thoughts morphed, perhaps due to her heated condition, or perhaps from something else entirely. He was lying in the bed with the covers down to his mid-barrel, forehooves resting softly atop it. She again noticed how handsome her son looked.
Button was strongly built like an earth pony naturally was, and further working on his physique in physical education. When he’d started puberty, his muzzle had started squaring out some from the rounded shape of a colt’s, filly’s, or mare’s, instead forming to the more boxy, tapered shape of a stallion’s. With that transition nearly completed now, it made him look that much more handsome and mature to her.
While Button still played more video games than she would want him to – spending much of his free time in his room alone with his Joyboy or Neightendo, as he had since he was a colt – she was content in knowing that he had close friends and a social life at school....even if he still didn’t have a marefriend yet, despite her strong insistence for him to find one. She wanted for him to find love, and perhaps make her a grandmare when he graduated, but he preferred his games instead it would seem. She still couldn’t help but internally squeal at the thought of having adorable grandfoals to spoil rotten, despite his seeming disinterest in providing her with them.
As Cream looked at her son’s unconscious form more, however, those thoughts changed again. She imagined him climbing atop her, his forehooves grasping around her barrel, whispering words of love into her ear as he pressed his hips forwards...
Rapidly backing away from the bed, startled by the sudden change of thoughts, Cream blushed heavily, confused and borderline panicking at the lewd thoughts she just had of her son. Thoughts no mother should ever have of their own child. Sighing, not knowing what came over her, she went to leave the room again. As she spared one last glance behind her at her son, smiling with love at the sight of him, that smile quickly faded.
She noticed that there was a tent in her son’s blanket now, right above where his crotch was.
Cream knew teenage colts, and often males in general, got nocturnal erections or even had involuntary ejaculations while asleep. She knew it was extremely common, but seeing her own son getting hard while she was in heat was quite different. She wondered if it was because of her, because of the pheromones she was undoubtedly releasing in droves, and she couldn’t help but feel strange about giving her son a boner, even if it was against her own will.
She wanted to see it.
Suddenly, that thought popped into her mind and, no matter how hard she tried to banish it, it just grew more and more insistent, like a song she couldn’t get out of her head until she’d listened to it a dozen times. She quietly sighed again, getting closer to the bed, and once more she was right next to her sleeping son. The tent looked much bigger than before.
Deciding to get her morbid curiosity satisfied so she could go to bed, Cream lifted the sheets hesitantly. As she did, she saw just what she’d expected, and, in a very strange way to her, what her body craved. Her son’s erection stood proudly, about average for his age at a healthy eight inches, completely black-skinned just like his father’s had been. Its tip was crowned by a thick flare, as was common among earth ponies, and three-quarters down his shaft was a broad medial ring. Beneath his colthood, in his amber-brown sack, were two rather large, swollen balls. Those certainly looked larger than his father’s, she thought, before quickly dismissing the comparison.
As she shuffled her back hooves in her antsiness and heard a quiet, wet squish – as well as feeling a warm wetness on her frog – Cream realized another thing she hated about being an earth-pony in heat: just how much breeding fluid she produced, even when not actively aroused. In her short time standing there, indeed being quite actively aroused, she had literally soaked the carpet between her hind legs. Great, she thought, just something else she’d have to clean up later.
When she noticed movement from Button, she panicked a bit, realizing once again that she was staring at her sleeping son’s cock while in estrus, and just how mortifying it would be to get caught by him like that. She could see his nostrils flaring as he clearly took in her fecund scent, and her eyes widened as she looked down to his member as she again sensed movement. Upon her seeing it twitching slightly, he started to gently thrust his hips, as though seeking the entrance of the fertile mare he was smelling.
Cream raised a foreleg and bit her cannon, lest she might have moaned aloud as her clit winked in sympathy. A wave of heated need made her almost whine in frustration as a large spurt of her lube exited her slit and splattered onto the floor, joining her already excessive excretions.
Cream’s cheeks flushed as she saw such a reaction from her own son at her scent, but knew it was just basic instinct for him to act that way while asleep. She’d not been this worked up since before her husband had passed on, her heats usually calm since there wasn’t a breeding-aged male in the house. Now that Button had gone into puberty over the past winter, she realized, this was her first time sharing the house with a virile young stallion while she was in season.
Another twitch from his cock, and seeing a faint glimmer on its tip in the dim moonlight from the cracked drapes, Cream felt another desire as she noticed a dollop of precum forming in his flare’s concavity. Another strange concept that invaded her thoughts.
She wanted to taste it.
Initially she was repulsed by the thought of taking advantage of her sleeping son physically, having already been a voyeur, but her instincts were strongly drawing her to him for the obvious reasons – that she was a mare in heat, and he was a virile stallion who could breed her – but for another reason too. As she saw his hips thrusting softly like that, hearing quiet whimpers from him, and seeing him in discomfort from his own sexual needs because of her, she felt a maternal instinct to make it all better.
Feeling her willpower crumbling, and realizing she couldn’t bring herself to leave her son like this, Cream realized the inevitable now. She gave a soft, quivering sigh of want as she got closer to Button’s bed after backing away from it previously, and dipped her head down.
Once her nose was only a couple of inches from his hard-on, Cream’s nostrils flared instinctively as she took in his scent; the familiar scent of her beloved son, alongside the musky scent of an aroused stallion ready to cover his mare. She felt a tremor go down her spine, her clit winking again and adding another large dollop of her liquid arousal to the puddle between her legs. From his scent, and the size of his balls, she could easily tell that Button could definitely give her a foal.
That thought made Cream pause again, a great revelation to her despite being so obvious. She’d never even considered anything like this before that moment, but as she thought about that fact more and more, the more it seemed like the perfect solution. She loved Button with all her heart, he was a virile stallion, and she wanted a foal. It wasn’t like incest was illegal in Equestria, nor was it even that uncommon among ponies. It was actually especially common among earth ponies for a mother to help a son with his strong breeding urges, or a son to help his mother or sisters - or a father his daughters - with their intense heats, during mating season, though it didn't often lead to inbreeding.
In her heat-addled mind, it was a perfect solution to all of their current problems. Besides, even if they didn’t go all the way, she’d at least get rid of Button’s discomfort.
Her mind made up, both to satisfy Button’s desires and her own, Cream stuck her tongue out, an inch from her son’s shaft. She was hesitant now as she was on the brink of doing something so life-altering, her stomach churning as she considered just how lewd this was. Finally, she took the plunge, swiping her tongue over the tempting gem of precum on her son’s flare.
Instantly, her senses were assaulted by the flavor of a virile male, something Cream hadn’t experienced for over ten years. His precum was musky but subtle, undertoned by a faint hint of earthiness and pine, his penile skin slightly salty and fleshy, and all backed up by the unique scent of her son. She held that little blob of precum on her tongue as she pulled back from her first taste of the colt, before closing her mouth and slowly swishing it around. That flavor and scent of stallion drove her urges higher, forcing a not-so-quiet whimper of desire to come from her before she even realized it, another large spurt of her fluids squirting from her slit.
To her horror, Cream watched Button stir, before his orange eyes opened and blearily focused right on hers.
“AH! MOM?!” Button yelped in his pubescent voice, deeper than the one he had as a colt but just as scratchy still. As his eyes shifted from his mother – his muzzle meanwhile dutifully informing him she was indeed very fertile – to his boner, he grabbed the covers and pulled them up. “Mom-what-are-you-doing-in-here-why-is-it-hard-oh-gosh-this-is-so-embarrassing!” Button let out in a rush, his cheeks flushing more red than they had when he’d run face-first into her crotch when he was younger, so focused on his Joyboy that he didn’t notice her there until his muzzle was in her cooch instead of the game.
Cream, too, had a doe-eyed expression, being caught out doing something very perverted to him. She swallowed with a gulp, and realizing she’d just swallowed his pre-ejaculate, felt her own cheeks blaze up hotter. There was an uncomfortable silence for a few seconds, before Cream finally spoke up. “I...I, um, saw your door was open a crack and went to close it, then I thought I heard you say something, and I came in and you were...you were like...this…” Cream babbled out, before wincing as she realized the implications given she was still there.
“And, um, and then what?” Button asked, more confused and embarrassed at having been caught with a boner by his mother, than angry that she was in his room to see it.
“And then…” Cream said, before coming up blank as her eyes focused on the bulge his cock made in the sheets; he was still raging hard, it would seem, despite the situation.
“I’m...sorry you had to see me like this,” Button said, looking away shamefully, “I’m sure it’s not very nice to see your son with a...a…”
“An erection,” Cream finished for him, offering a disarming smile, “It’s OK honey, it’s just a normal part of a colt becoming a stallion. Nothing to be ashamed of. I mean, I used to change your diapers too you know, not to mention we don’t often wear clothes...”
“Y-yeah, but I’m never…” Button said, pausing to nod down towards the raise in his blankets, “...like this. I mean, it’s not like there was much to see anyways...”
Hearing that, and the clearly upset tone in his voice for what seemed to be another reason than the obvious, she watched tears welling in his eyes. She had a feeling that wasn’t only about her walking in on him anymore. “Button, what’s wrong?” she asked, her sexual needs completely forgotten now, her maternal instincts kicking into full gear instead.
“My...my...willy...it’s...t-tiny…” Button said hesitantly, as though each word cut like a razorgrass salad.
“Excuse me?” Cream asked, not quite sure she’d heard right.
“I...I said my p-penis is tiny,”
As she heard confirmation, her eyes narrowed. “Says who?”
“T-Truffle at school. He said my ‘cock is tiny, like a baby colt’s’ when we showered together after flight practice and PE and I...accidentally got hard.”
“Oh yeah, and how big was his?”
“He, well, he wasn’t hard, so I dunno.”
“I bet his penis is the size of a colt’s, then, not yours. Don’t listen to him, you have a very nice…” Cream said, before biting her tongue to stop the next word from coming out.
Button’s eyes changed from distraught, to confused again. “Nice what? My...” he asked, seeing his mother’s doe-sees-a-bear expression. Then it clicked. “...you were looking at my...?” The dead silence that followed answered his question.
There was an awkward silence for a time, before Cream sighed. “I was checking to see if you were alright, and then you...got hard from my scent.”
“Your...scent? Why? Did my member come out because it liked how you smelled or something? Can penises even smell?”
Cream gave him a deadpan expression. “Didn’t...didn’t you take sex-ed class at school?” she asked, getting a shake of the head from her son.
“Nah, it seemed kinda gross, so I skipped it to play Ogres and Oubliettes with Snips and Snails.”
“You’re kidding me, right?” Cream asked, but, judging by Button’s guilty expression and folded-back ears, she could tell he wasn’t.
“No…” Button said, like he was a young colt being scolded.
“Listen, Button, that was a very important class,” Cream said, “It’s mandatory for a reason. At your age, you can get fillies who are in heat pregnant if you have sex with them. That class teaches you how and when you can have sex safely so she won’t have an unexpected foal.”
“Wait, sex makes foals?” Button asked, looking quite clueless, “What...what even is sex?”
Cream just stared blankly at her son for a while, before facehoofing. “OK, impromptu sex-ed lesson go,” she said, before realizing they didn’t have any appropriate health textbooks in the house. Thinking for a second, she got an idea. “Well, since we don’t have the right book, it’ll just have to be a bit more ‘hooves-on’.”
“W-wait, you have sex with your hooves, or your penis? I’m confused now.”
Once again, Cream facehoofed. “Well, in a way I guess you can. That would be a hoofjob,”
“So...my hooves can get a mare pregnant?”
Cream knew she had to stop facehoofing, as her muzzle was starting to hurt now. “OK, no, your hooves can’t get a filly or mare pregnant. Only what comes out of your penis can.”
“Ohmigosh, sex is peeing on a mare and that makes her pregnant?! Gross!”
She was going to break her muzzle at this rate if her hoof kept meeting it this hard. “Button, shush. Let mommy talk now, and teach you what sex is, OK?”
“OK…”
“OK, good, so...let’s start with the anatomy of a mare and stallion. You know mares and stallions have different parts under their tails, right?”
“Well yeah! It’s not like ponies wear clothes very often.”
“So? What makes a male a male, and a female a female?”
“Well, stallions have penises and sheaths, and mares have...um...flaps?”
“A vulva, hun, it’s called a vulva. And what else do stallions have besides a penis and sheath?”
“Um...balls?”
“Right,” Cream said, smiling a bit, “So, those are called ‘testicles’, and serve a very important part in making foals.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.”
Button was clearly getting more into the lesson now. “What do they do?”
“Well, they make a really special little cell that, when it combines with another cell the mare produces, will make what becomes the foal. The stallion’s cell is called a sperm, and he starts making billions of them in his testicles a short while after he hits puberty, and billions every day after. It only takes one sperm to get a mare pregnant with a foal, but the more chances, the better.”
“So...I can get a mare pregnant right now?”
“Yes…” Cream said in a distracted tone, as though that was a revelation for her too, “...yes, you can.”
“Huh. So...how? How do the sperm get from the stallion to a mare to make a foal?”
Shaking herself from her thoughts, Cream continued. “Well, through sex of course. When mares go into heat, she matures this special cell of her own, or much more rarely two or three, called an ovum, inside one of her two ovaries, which are like your testes, but inside her. When she does go into heat while it matures, her body starts to attract stallions to her with her pheromones, which is like a special scent that tells them she's fertile, so they can mate and he can put his semen inside her, which contains his sperm. That way, when the ovum is ready to be released, or ovulated, there can be sperm to join with it and make a foal. ”
“Mate? Like...like what ponies from Trottingham call their friends?”
“Well, no. Mating is when…” Cream said, before getting a devious idea, “...you know what, enough talking about sex. How about I just show you?”
“Wait…” Button said, his eyes opening wide, “...but, you said mating gets a mare pregnant? Wouldn’t...wouldn’t I get you pregnant if...we…?”
“If we, hypothetically, had sex and semen got inside my mare-parts, yes, I would most likely get pregnant like any mare would, since I’m in heat and we’re not using protection.”
“Protection?”
“I’ll teach you about that later, after sex.”
“OK...but...I still don’t know how sperm comes out of a stallion?”
“Want me to show you how? It’ll feel really good. Just take that blanket off for me and let me see your penis.”
“Um...yeah, s-sure.” Button replied, doing as she asked and sliding the blankets down again.
As Cream saw her son’s shaft again, and him showing it to her of his own volition, she felt a long-foreign tingle rolling down her spine. She knew this was for his education, but her subconscious mind clearly felt like it was something more. Something she’d long been without in her life, too many mating seasons lacking a stallion, and that was something it knew this young stud could fix.
Her clit was winking as she approached her son’s member, seeing his squirm in reaction to the hot breath washing over it, her mouth a scant couple inches from his flare. “M-Mom...it’s really...sensitive...” Button whispered, and Cream nodded.
“That’s a good thing. It’s supposed to feel good,” Cream whispered back, “Now, I’m gonna show you how to make your semen come out, OK?”
Again, not knowing what to expect, Button nodded.
As Cream moved in on Button’s dong and gave his flare another kiss, Button gasped, his hips arching into the air on instinct to the burst of strong sensations that went through him. It felt like that time they’d visited Cloudsdale’s weather factory on a school trip and he’d touched a raincloud; gentle tingles rolled through him, but focused entirely on his dick. “Wow, what was that?” Button asked, getting a little smile from his mother.
“Did that feel good?” she asked sweetly, getting a nod from him. “And would you like me to keep going? I need to make you feel really good for your semen to come out.” Several, much more eager nods.
Seeing her precious little boy so wanting like that made Cream’s own needs rise, but she put that out of her mind as much as her estrus would let her, focused entirely on making her son’s first blowjob the best she could. As she took his flare between her lips, feeling its ridges rubbing over them, she realized for the first time how big around it was. She knew earth pony stallions had thick dicks, big balls, and even bigger flares, but she could tell that her son’s would grow to be quite sizable when he was a full-grown stallion.
Button, meanwhile, shuddered as he felt his flare taken into his mother’s maw, a tingling stronger than before riding his spine. “M-Mommy…” Button huffed, his hips shifting up as she pushed down, like they had a mind of their own. It felt so good, though, when they did that, that he didn’t want to stop them. Cream didn’t stop him either, so he figured it was OK to do.
Cream once more got a taste of her son’s precum as his hardness throbbed and deposited a shot of it right onto her tongue, finding it tasted just as good as the first time. She slowly got more into it, long-sunken talents she’d developed with her husband slowly coming back to the surface. Button gave a quiet moan as he watched more and more of his cock sinking between his mother’s luscious, soft lips, his ears folding back and eyes lidding as he watched.
Cream, for her part, was rather enjoying herself too. She’d not felt this way in a very long time, her heart pounding, love and lust flowing through her as she felt Button’s hardon lightly stretching her jaws open. She slathered her tongue over each inch she took or he humped into her, her mind buzzing with satisfaction as she felt the underside sliding over her tongue, his familiar scent calming her as she sunk into a long-sedentary pattern.
Button’s mouth and eyes both were open wide as he watched his stiffy sliding in and out of his mom’s mouth, humping lightly into the warmth of her wet muzzle, his body awash in sensations he’d never felt before. “M-mom...w-what is this?” Button huffed, almost regretting asking the question as he felt her pulling off of him to answer.
“Well, hun, this is what’s commonly called a ‘blowjob’. Do you like it?” Cream asked, giving a gentle smile, knowing the answer before he even spoke it.
“Y-yeah! That feels better than winning a match of Mareio Kart…” Button said, his shaft still twitching, as though calling to his mom’s mouth to take him in again, “...can...can we keep doing that?”
“Well, I don’t see why not…but you have to tell me if you feel something getting tight behind your sheath, OK?” Cream asked, and, getting a nod, she sunk down on him again. Hearing a quiet gasp from him as she sunk to his medial ring this time, she started licking that extremely sensitive band of cartilage that separated Button’s upper and lower shaft. She heard another quiet gasp from him, before his hips jerked up roughly on reflex.
Cream felt her son's cock press against the back of her throat, feeling the turgid flesh angling down it, with her well-trained throat muscles then being awakened from their long hiatus from being filled in this context. Deciding to make this feel as good as possible for him, Cream took a deep breath, before accepting her throat’s first visitor in ages into its cozy confines with tight hugs while she swallowed him down.
Button was beyond words at this point, his vocalizations devolving to quiet nickers or whinnies as his primal mind settled in upon feeling something ribbed on his flare now, his hips getting into the ancient pattern of a stallion breeding his mare. He felt her tongue cupping the underside of his shaft again as he humped into her throat, before she pushed him even deeper with a hoof under his flanks, encouraging him further into her throat, until his pelvis hit her nose.
“M-Mommy…” Button whispered, his hind-left leg trembling in the air, his body and mind awash with the new sensations threatening to overwhelm him. He felt like something was building inside him and, like being at the end of the match of Mane Street Fighter with both opponents in the red, his whole body was tensing.
As he started to hump harder into her muzzle, with her feeling Button’s flare stretching her throat out more, Cream pulled him from her throat before it got too big and locked into her. She heard him whimper at the loss of the sensations, but she knew it was a necessary evil as she slid him from her lips, giving his flattened flare a gentle kiss in parting.
“M-Ma? Why’d you stop?” Button asked, giving a quiet huff, “I...I really liked that.”
“I know you did honey, as much as you were getting into it...or into my throat, as it was,” Cream said, patting her son’s left stifle gently with a hoof, “But I wanted your biggest first load of cum somewhere else.”
“'C-cum'? S-somewhere else?”
“Yes, cum is another thing ponies call semen. And I want it inside me. I want to have sex with you, Button.”
Button’s eyes widened as he heard his mom say that, a thousand thoughts rolling through his brain at once. One was chief among them, though. ”B-but...didn’t you say that if I had sex with a mare in heat, and put my sperm in her, it would make a foal?” Button asked, getting a nod from Cream, “You...did you...want me to give you a foal?”
Cream considered the question, though her subconscious certainly liked the idea. She still felt loyalty to her passed husband, but at the same time, Button was the genetically-closest living pony to him. The closest she’d come to ever getting the foal she had wanted from her husband, and he was very much a pony she loved. Parent-son relationship aside, she realized, he was a perfect stud for her. “Well, what would you think of getting that sibling you’ve always wanted, and making me a mom to another foal?”
Button knew this was a big decision, but instantly felt in his heart that this was something that felt right. He wanted to do this for the mare he loved most, and for himself too. “Yeah Mom, I...I wanna make a foal with you.” Button said, seeing Cream’s eyes welling up with tears. He knew they weren’t tears of sadness, though.
“Thank you, Button.” Cream whispered, reaching up and bringing her son into a hug as her tears continued to flow, ignoring for the moment the insistent hardness of his cock pressing against her chest.
They held that hug for a while, savoring the closeness only a mother and her son could. “You don’t know how much this means to me, Button.” Cream said, still holding her son close to her, with her giving him a kiss on the nose too upon breaking it. Before she could stop herself, her lips lowered from his nose, planting a gentle kiss on his upper lip, before finally meeting his lips to hers in a kiss.
Button was met with the flavor of his mother, with it tasting much like she smelled, with a slight hint of...something more ‘her’ than he’d ever experienced before. Something he really liked. He also tasted a hint of himself too, but it was different than any other parts of himself. It was mildly bitter, but also tasted really…male, was the only way he could describe it.
Breaking the kiss, Button’s first kiss she guessed judging by his reaction, she let out a little, contented sigh. “I love you, my son.” she said, her heart pounding for another pony in a way it hadn’t since her husband had died.
“I love you too, Mom,” Button said, smiling back, before feeling a twitch from his member, the tightness from before still there, if lessened. “So, um, can we keep going? I’d really like a brother or sister...”
“Of course we can, sweetie,” Cream said, before considering what to do next, “Now, how about you get off the bed really quick so I can get ready.” When Button did as asked and got off the bed, Cream moved to position herself in what she thought would be easiest for his first time, putting her hind hooves on the floor and folding her forehooves underneath her chest; choosing a variation of the position that ponykind had used for millions of years to make more of their species to conceive her own.
Running on pure instinct, Cream reacted just like her pony ancestors did, showing her stallion that she was ready to be bred in the most primitive way. Her back arched up with her rump held high in the air, then she winked intensely to invite any penis or sperm deep within her, that lovely sensitive bud and a flash of her pink entrance bulging out, sending a small splatter of her fluid flicking off it.
When she looked back, Cream found her son’s eyes transfixed between her legs. Her pussy, while usually a light pink, going well with her very light-tan coat, was now nearly red with as swollen as it was in her arousal, glistening with her fluids. As she gave her clit another wink, welcoming her stallion to mount her in the most primal way possible, she instead gasped as, in place of Button mounting her as she’d expected him to, something warm and wet grazed across her slit.
“Ooooh Button…” Cream moaned out, her hips tilting up a bit in reaction to it as Button took her by surprise with that broad tongue of his, a quiet whinny coming from her throat at the first touch of another on her in many years. “Lick mommy more! More!”
At her encouragement, Button gave his mother’s rather tasty pussy another lick, then another. Feeling her hips pushing back against his muzzle, figuring she was trying to encourage him to lick her more, he did just that, pushing his tongue deeper into her moist crevasse. His length twitched as he kept taking in her musky, fertile, and very feminine flavor. Her scent made him feel like rearing for some reason, but he was too intoxicated by the scent and flavor of her marehood to do so, her clit winking into his mouth, and her moans encouraging him not to stop.
Cream was pleased when Button’s licks indeed did grow firmer at her nonverbal insistence, his hot tongue slightly parting her lower lips with each one, making her inner muscles quiver with excitement, her clit winking as she felt his hot breath wash over her pussy and asshole with each exhale from his nose. “B-Button...yes...you’re making mommy feel so good, but do you wanna make me feel even better?” she whimpered, getting a nod from him, “F-find a big pink nub, it’s inside the bottom cleft of my slit, and give it a nice big lick. M-maybe...rub it between your lips a little?”
As Button did just as she’d asked him to, his tongue-tip fishing around at the base of her slit, Cream’s back legs trembled as he finally found her pleasure nub and a large bolt of stimulation rolled up her spine. “Yes! Yes, Button, you’re the best son a mom could ask for!” Cream exclaimed as Button took her large, heart-shaped bulb into his mouth and licked on it, her mind buzzing with the electric-like pleasure coursing through her as he did.
She was already very near her limit, her stamina not what it once was, and also not helped by the fact that this was the first sex she had gotten in a decade. “B-Button, put your tongue inside of m-me about...a few i-inches, then push it down towards the bed, then k-keep licking. It should f-feel diffeeeerent there…” Cream instructed, feeling a subtle nod from Button as his tongue then sunk even deeper into her, eliciting another moan from her as she felt his thick stallion tongue spread her open further yet, with her having forgotten how good even just oral felt.
As his tongue pressed down, Cream squealed as a particularly intense burst of sensations went through her, making her whole body give a quiver in reaction to him finding her g-spot, feeling her passage squeezing quicker and rhythmically on his tongue. She knew she was going to cum, and that it was going to be a big one. “Y-yes, yeeees…” Cream moaned out, all she could manage given how close she was.
A few motions of her son’s tongue inside her, and Cream couldn’t hold out anymore. She let out a moan that tapered off into a whinny. Her back legs quaking as she squirted her femme-cum all over Button’s muzzle and the floor, covering them both in her scent, claiming him as her mate.
Her canal kept quivering and squeezing, her lower belly convulsing with the force of her contractions, her clit winking rapidly as Button continued to attack that spot inside her that had brought her over even as she came. She moaned again as, right after her first orgasm lightened in intensity, another came cascading down on her just as hard, her first double-orgasm in years. She bit down into the blankets of her son’s bed as he made her squirt again in under a minute from her first, her mind pulsing with pleasure. Button diligently continued to lick her G-spot, and yet another orgasm overcame her right after the second as he overstimulated her.
“B-Button...p-pleeeeease! I c-can’t...” Cream wheezed out after her fourth orgasm in the chain, with Button quickly working her up to a fifth. She could see blackness creeping around the edges of her vision as she panted hard for air, her whole body slightly shaking with hormones, knowing the next time she came, without a rest at least, would likely knock her out cold.
Getting the hint, and hearing the desperation in his mom’s voice, Button quickly extricated his tongue from his mother’s rippling passage, hearing her whimper, then seemingly sigh in relief. “T-thanks...for...that…” Cream said between pants for air, her body pulling in the much-needed oxygen she’d lacked during her climaxes.
“Are...are you OK?” Button asked, seeing how intensely his mother was acting, and somewhat worried about all the squirming she’d done, the tight squeezing on his tongue, and wetness she’d squirted on him four times. “I...really hope I didn’t hurt you…”
Cream couldn’t help but laugh a little at that, before, seeing her son’s worried expression underneath the massive quantity of her yellow-tinted cum all over his muzzle and chest, she stopped. “N-no huh...hun, that was the opposite of pain…you made Mommy feel better than she ever has before.”
“Did we, um...am I gonna have a sibling yet?” Button asked, getting a soft smile and shake of the head from Cream.
“No honey, there’s something else we have to do still for me to get pregnant,” Cream said, her breathing evening out and bodily quivers calming, “You still have to put your penis inside me and put your sperm in my vagina.”
“My sperm goes in...there?” Button asked, looking at the still-gaping vulva before him.
“Yes, then up to my womb and to where the egg is. OK, I think I’ve rested enough now. You can go ahead and climb up on me and—” Cream said, before giving a delighted coo as she soon felt Button’s weight on her back and croup as he eagerly mounted her, with all the gusto of a Wonderbolt taking off after the starting bell. She squirmed her hips in delight at the feeling of being properly mounted after so long.
“O-OK, now what?” Button asked, having merely followed his instincts and reared, climbing onto his mom, though already his hips were shifting slowly, his tip softly tapping against her rump as he naturally seeked her fertile marehood.
“N-now, you just keep up what you are doing with your hips, and I’ll help you get it in me,” Cream said, getting a nod from Button.
"OK Mom..."
After a few more missed taps from Button, and a bunch of shifting her hips, Cream gave a sharp intake as she felt his flare touch her mound...before the rest of his cock followed in one smooth thrust, with her so wet that it went completely inside her without a hitch until his balls pressed to her ass. Cream’s eyes crossed as she felt so suddenly, completely full, her pussy streeeetching and squirting to accommodate her very sudden guest for the first time in so many years. “OOOOH, B-Button, you’re s-supposed to go s-slow at first…” Cream moaned out, but she was by no means complaining. Button spread her open as much as his father had, and he wasn't even fully grown yet!
“S-sorry Mom, are you OK?” Button asked, his hips slowly rocking an inch in and out of her, her arousal-slicked innards letting him glide with ease. He was doing his best to take in all the sensations – the intense warmth of his mother surrounding his fully-embedded cock, the tightness of her walls squeezing and kneading around him, milking him for the stallion cum her womb so craved.
“Mmm, I’m fine hun, but when you get a fillyfriend, ease into her...don’t just jam it into her like that or you might hurt her,” Cream said, before wriggling her penis-filled hips, feeling as Button’s hips jerked forwards when she squeezed down on him intentionally.
“O-OK. W-wow, is that you doing that with your...your parts? You...this feels way better than your mouth!"
“Mmhm, I’m doing that. That’s my vagina, where a stallion’s penis is supposed to g-go, and I have a lot of control of my muscles there,” Cream said, rocking her hips back into him, feeling him humping back unsurely, “and that wall your f-flare keeps hitting? That’s my cervix. P-past that is my uterus...where your foal’s gonna grow.” Each time he hit her that deep, and feeling that he still had an inch or so outside her yet, she felt a pang of pleasure, still very sensitive from Button’s earlier ministrations.
“S-so I just make my...my penis go in and out?” Button asked, seeing Cream nod.
“Yes, just keep rocking your hips back and forth, just like that,” Cream said, pulling her hips forwards more as Button started to draw out his cock, and feeling in turn as he made his thrusts longer, before he soon got into a comfortable, natural rhythm with her, his balls bumping against her teats with each in-thrust. “Keep doing that, and eventually you’ll feel a pressure behind your balls. K-keep your penis deep inside me when that happens, and you’ll get your new sibling by next year, OK?”
“OK, Mom,” Button said, humping away into the very place he’d been born from, tapping against entrance to the womb that had held him for over eleven months, and where he’d soon plant his own foal.
They just kept fucking like that for a couple of minutes, him keeping it slow and testing, before Button started to give deep, feral thrusts, catching Cream off-guard the first time. She braced herself, feeling as he gave slow, but extremely deep thrusts, feeling him flaring up already. She couldn’t say she was surprised, given he still hadn’t been allowed to cum yet, his first, most virile load saved for it's natural purpose: impregnating a mare.
“M-Mom, I feel that tight thing you said...m-my balls are t-twitching t-too…” Button said, ramming his swollen flare against her core again and making Cream grunt.
“G-good...that means you’re almost ready to p-put your sperm in me. Push in as h-hard as you can and hold there, OK?” Cream asked, feeling Button nod, and indeed ram his hips into her hard.
Cream felt something deep within her part, her eyes crossing as she felt Button get deeper still, bypassing even her furthest barrier. She felt Button’s balls press firmly to her ass, just as they started to pulse and his flare reached its, rather huge, max, making her stretch rather exquisitely very deep inside. Telling her deepest instincts that she was about to be bred by this stallion.
“M-Mom, I...I can’t s-stop it…” Button stammered, his hips quivering as he pushed into her as hard as he could, as she’d told him to, his flattened flare peeking just into her womb and blocking her cervix up. It didn’t hurt for her, simply feeling a bit strange being spread open further than she ever had been before, but at the same time it felt so utterly right in her deepest reptilian brain, to have her stallion penetrate her very womb.
“D-don't try to stop it. Let it h-happen...just let it go s-sweetie. M-make me a mommy to another foal…make yourself a little brother or sister...” Cream whispered lovingly, the emotional intensity of what was happening nearly overwhelming her. Her baby boy, the most precious pony in the world to her, was giving her the gift of motherhood again.
“M-Mom...I...I t-think...it’s c-coming…m-my speeeeerm!” Button said, his cock thickening and stiffening just a bit more, before he let out a primal breeding whinny as she felt him starting to pulse hard in her. Cream crooned and raised her hips up as she felt his flare swelling more, encouraging everything that was to come from him to go as far inside her as she could make it get, and he did not fail to deliver.
Cream felt gush after gush of Button’s warm cum washing deep within her belly very soon after, making her squeeze down rhythmically on reflex to her stallion seeding her. While she didn’t cum again, Cream clearly felt all of her son’s semen flooding deep inside her, more and more pooling further the more he unloaded directly into her womb, and she felt very satisfied. Even more satisfied than even an orgasm could provide. She was being bred, fulfilling her deepest calling of bearing another foal.
All that denial had certainly gotten Button worked up, as Cream had never felt a stallion cum this much or for this long, his balls quickly twitching against her stifles with each throb of his cock as he loosed his virile, pent-up load. Her body swallowed up every thick drop he had to offer, until her womb started to lightly bulge from the sheer quantity. She kept just kneading him for the squirts of his essence that would start a whole new journey in her life, with his body meanwhile doing its best to impregnate his mother.
As his orgasm finally petered off after a good number of seconds of filling her up, Cream realized she’d never felt so full in her life, besides when she was pregnant with Button. She could feel twinges deep inside her as her uterus involuntary contracted on reflex to her being inseminated, pulling her stallion’s incestuous sperm up towards her left oviduct, where her egg would be waiting to be fertilized by it when she ovulated.
"You did well, little one. I hope it felt good for you too," Cream cooed, lifting her rump higher to keep his foal-cream as far inside her as she could.
"Mff...what'll happen now?" Button asked as he shuffled his hind hooves back, sliding his softening cock from her with a loud squelch and dismounting her. Only the smallest bit of his cum escaped her tightly-squeezing muscles as he pulled himself from her, the rest locked deep within her womb to fulfill its natural purpose.
"Oh, you should know. You're gonna be a daddy to a big, happy family soon," Cream said with a beaming smile, taking Button's forehoof into her own and holding it, reaching up to rub noses with her child. Her mate. “cuz you’re mommy’s little stud now.”
Button tensed up atop Cream, his cock thrashing inside her as he unloaded his second orgasm of the night into her willing pussy. Cream squirmed too as she rode out her own orgasm, met seconds before Button's own, meeting her lips to his as she wrapped her forehooves around his neck.
“I...I love you, Mom…” Button huffed out as his orgasm stopped some seconds later, before meeting her lips in a kiss again. After a couple of minutes of holding inside her and kissing her until he grew too soft to stay in anymore, he pulled out and dismounted, his cock almost in his sheath already, and her pussy leaking his essence. She remained on her back on the bed, her hind legs up in the air, savoring the warm load he’d left in her.
“S-still my little stud, filling your mommy up so good…” Cream whispered, “...though your sperm already completed their goal months ago.”
Button took that opportunity of her hind legs being open to rub his muzzle into the soft fur on his mother’s gravid belly, then rubbing a cheek against the mound lovingly, planting kisses on her large, foal-swollen womb. “C’mon Button, you know Mommy's belly is ticklish,” Cream said, squirming for an entirely different reason as she tried to hold back giggles while Button unintentionally tickled her.
Cream decided though, after a performance like that, and him indeed being the reason she was pregnant at all, Button deserved to cuddle the result of their love. She softly rubbed Button's ears as he cuddled her foal-bump, sighing happily as she looked down and watched him lovingly. “My lovely stallion, and father-to-be of my future foals. My lover, my son. Mommy's little stud.”
Author's Note
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