"Welcome to Sire's Hollow," the gate said as Sunburst opened it. He groaned.
"Ugh! I thought she fixed that," he muttered to himself as he walked into town from the train station.
His mother, Stellar Flare, had been trying to turn their home town into Las Pegasus. The last time he was here, it was with his foalhood friend, Starlight Glimmer. Starlight's dad was on the other end of the spectrum, trying to preserve the entire town into some kind of living museum. The combined effort of Sunburst and Starlight helped them come to a reasonable compromise. Afterwards they reconciled their respective issues with their parents.
Despite Stellar Flare's best efforts, Sire's Hollow was still a town too small to show up on most maps. It was one of those stops that you had to 'request' on the train, or else it would just go right past the platform. Even so, Sunburst remembered his youth in it fondly, even if he had been avoiding it in his recent years. The small-town feel made everypony there feel like family. But it also meant that it was impossible to show up in town without being noticed. Especially with the big bouquet of flowers in his hooves.
"Sunburst!" his mother said, walking out of her home to greet him. "I'm so glad to see you!"
"Hello, mom," he greeted. She looked at him, and then behind him and her smile faded.
"So you're here... alone?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered. "I came to visit you for Mother's Day." He gave her the flowers and opened his bag. He gave her a card and a box of chocolates. "Happy Mother's Day! I mean, I know it isn't until tomorrow but you know me. Early birdie!" he said.
"Oh." She took the flowers, card, and chocolates. "Thank you." She smiled. It was a forced smile. Her son could tell it was.
"Is something wrong, Mom?" Sunburst asked.
"Hmm? No, nothing's wrong!" she said. "I just... When are you going to get rid of this thing?" she asked, giving his narrow beard a playful tug. He rolled his eyes and huffed. She smiled again. "Come on. I was about to start making dinner. Would you like to help?"
"I'd love to!" Sunburst said, following her back to his foalhood home. For as much as she had been wanting to change the rest of the town, her home remained largely unchanged since he had moved out. "Why mess with perfection?" she would say. She placed the flowers into a vase on the table, then set the card and box of chocolates beside them, intent to open them at the appropriate time tomorrow. "So what are we making for dinner?"
"Your favorite, actually. Breakfast for dinner," Stellar said.
"That is my favorite!" Sunburst said. "Were you expecting me or something?"
"Honestly, no," she answered. "I know you said that you would visit more often. And I was hopeful, but... I guess I was just cautious about making expectations and getting my hope up." Her smile faltered slightly.
"Well, here I am now," he said.
"Here you are. And besides, breakfast for dinner is one of my favorites, too. Even if it does make my butt too big."
"It does not," he tried to reassure her.
"You don't think so?" she asked, fishing for compliments as she waved her flank at him. "I thought thicc was in,"
"I don't know. I mean, yeah, maybe. If- even if it was, and I'm not saying that it is, it's not too thicc, if that's what you're worried about."
"It's juuust right?" she asked.
"Yeah, sure," Sunburst said, eager to just move on away from the topic. His eyes betrayed him, watching her flank bounce and shake as she began mixing the batter in the bowl.
"Are you just going to sit and stare are are you going to help a mare out?" she asked.
"Hmm?" he asked, shaking his head back to the present.
"You're a stallion now. You can a least lend me a hoof cooking," she said. "I'm not cooking for you just so you can watch me do it."
"Oh, sorry."
"Come on over here and butter a skillet then get it heated up," she said.
"Okay." He prepped the skillet and she brought the bowl over to start pouring pancakes. After a minute or two he gave the pan a quick lift and twist to flip the flapjack. The wet side came down in the pan with a splat, getting some batter on him.
"Sunburst, you're always in such a rush," she said. "You need to take it slow before you flip them over and wait until they're ready." She leaned over an licked the batter from his nose.
"Mom!?"
"Oh, what? I used to give you spit baths all the time," she said.
"When I was a foal!" he said, wiping his nose with his hoof.
"Oh there you go again, wiping away Mommy's kisses. So inconsiderate." She leaned over and gave him another peck on the cheek. He groaned. "Such a fuss. This is why I could never take you to a restaurant. You would make such a scene. Especially the way you ate your food. It was like listening to a washing machine. I hope you're technique has improved when it comes to eating out."
"I know how to chew with my mouth closed," he said.
"Oh, believe me, I know," she said. "I've got the scars to show for it." He raised his eyebrow. "I was breast-feeding you long after you started getting teeth. I didn't want to keep doing it, mind you, but you would make such a fuss until I gave you my teat. I swear, I thought I was going to have to show up to your elementary school at lunch time to feed you." She began to set the table and placed a glass at each setting, filling each. "I guess it's true. There really is nothing like mother's milk." She filled his glass with milk. He looked at it with suspicion, and then at her. She smirked. "It's not mine, sorry." He placed the first few pancakes on a plate and began to cook the rest of the batter while she mixed another bowl.
"What are you making now?" he asked.
"Dessert," she answered without further detail. He finished cooking the pancakes and set the serving plate on the table. Stellar mixed the last ingredient into the batter and poured the mixture into a baking pan. She put it into the oven to bake and then joined her son at the table. She took a few pancakes for herself and he took the others, adding butter and letting it melt. The brand of maple syrup on the table had a bottle shaped into a pony wearing a cooking-maid's outfit.
"Could I have the Aunt Jocasta syrup, please?" he asked. She passed him the bottle with her hoof, as there was no magic allowed at the dining table. "So what do you want to do after dinner?" he asked.
"Well, I was thinking we could check out that new changeling show on TV," she said.
"You mean Game of Drones? It's based on the book series of the same name. I hear the show is really good," he said.
"Well, why don't we watch that while we have dessert?" she said.
"Okay!" he answered. After they finished eating, he went into the living room to get the show set up on the tv while she took the dessert out of the oven to cool. "Mom? I'm ready in here," he said.
"On my way," she said, carrying a plate.
"Ooh, brownies!" he said in excitement.
"Your favorite, I know," she said, setting the plate on the coffee table in front of him.
"You know, this is supposed to be Mother's Day." Sunburst said. "I should be the one spoiling you. Not the other way around."
"Oh, just having you here is gift enough," she said, smiling as she scooted closer against him. "That's why it's called your presence."
"Okay then," he said, turning on the show and grabbing a couple of brownies. "Mmm, these are really good!"
"Well that's because mommy baked them with love, sweetie," she said. They settled into the couch together and watched the show.
"So... so wait- those changelings are dead, but they're not?" Stellar asked in confusion.
"They're Night-Walkers. Like zombie ponies," Sunburst explained. "You need to have read the books."
"I guess. So where did they come from?" she asked.
"Shhh... that's a spoiler. You'll see."
"Wait, so, he's the king, and she's the queen? But she doesn't love him?" Stellar asked.
"No, it was an arranged marriage. Like, a power-grab after they defeated the old king. So the two families could share the throne," he explained, eating another brownie.
"Oh. Well, speaking of arranged marriages-" she began.
"Mom," he groaned.
"I'm just saying, I was hoping that the next time you came to visit, there would be a mare on your hoof with a happy announcement."
"Mom!" he groaned louder.
"If not a fiance, at least a marefriend. You don't have to be married to have se-"
"MOM!"
"What!? Is it too much for a mare to want grandfoals? You're nearly thirty, Sunburst. By the time I was your age, you were already in secondary school."
"A teen-mother isn't exactly the exemplar I would seek to emulate," he said, eating another brownie.
"I was a wonderful mother to you!" she said.
"Yes, I know," he agreed.
"Your grandmother, rest her soul, would be rolling in her grave to know that you didn't have foals of your own yet. She died just before you were born and she never got to meet you. Is that what you plan to do to me? Wait until I'm pushing up daises before you have a foal?"
"No, Mom. I just haven't had the time," he said, eating another brownie.
"When it's important, you make the time. Or else you make excuses. What about that nice filly, Starlight?" Sunburst almost choked on his brownie. He suppressed his laugh.
"She's... um, *ahem* she prefers the company of mares."
"Oh. Oh!" Stellar realized. "So that's what she meant."
"What she meant by what?"
"What she meant when she asked me if I ever wanted to 'knock tacos'. I thought she was inviting me out to southern mule cuisine."
"Dammit Starlight," he muttered. "Anyways, yeah, she has a marefriend, Trixie, back in Ponyville."
"And do they 'knock tacos'?" she asked.
"... yeah," he groaned, eating another brownie.
"Aww, that's sweet," she cooed. "Excuse me, I need to go use the little filly's room." She stood up and walked past him. Her tail brushed against him as she did. A moment later, he caught a whiff of something. It wasn't the maple scent from the dinner pancakes, or the fresh baked brownies. There was something else. Something subtle and new, but somehow familiar. His nostrils flared reflexively. He recognized it. It was the scent of a mare. Her scent. He turned and looked at where she was sitting. There was a dark spot on her seat.
Without thinking, his hoof reached out and touched it. It was damp.
"Why did I touch it!?" he thought to himself. He brought his hoof to his nose. "Why am I smelling it!?" he mentally scolded himself. But he didn't stop smelling his hoof. It was absolutely what he was smelling before. It was a strong and heavy musk, rich with her allure.
"Sunburst?"
"Nothing!" he blurted, putting his hoof back down on his lap. "I mean- Yes?"
"Did I miss something?"
"What!?"
"On the show?" she asked.
"What? Oh, uh, no. They're just going to visit the lord in the north," he said. She walked past him again. He could smell her scent in her tail even more now that he knew what it was. She was his mother, yes, but his body didn't know any better. She settled back into her seat and leaned against him.
"The lord in the north?" she asked. "But I thought the fat one was the king."
"He is, but the other one is a lord... it's kind of like a mayor. He's in charge of the local area but they all answer to the king," he explained before eating another brownie. "Sort of."
"Okay." She rested her head against his shoulder. The show continued. "Oh my," she blushed. "This show gets quite... graphic."
"Sorry! We can turn it off if you-"
"No, it's fine," she said. "I was just surprised that they would show them doing... that. I can see why this show is so popular. Hey, wait a minute! I thought the fat one was the king."
"He is," he said before eating another brownie.
"And she's the queen?" she asked, pointing at the actress on the screen.
"Yes."
"So who is she having sex with right now?"
"...Her brother," Sunburst said, a bit embarrassed himself.
"Incest!? How scandalous!" she said.
"Well it is Game of Drones. The actors are all changelings. They're all from the same hive... with the same queen..." he trailed off with an implying tone before he ate another brownie.
"Oh my goodness!" his mother gasped. "So they're really, really sibling actors having real incest in the show!?"
"Well, in the changeling society, the taboo is a little different. With the one queen being the mother to all of them, she had to pick a male to breed with her, so it had to be-"
"Her son!?"
"Yeah. But like I said, it's different for changeling society, so the rules are different. So it's not the big of a deal. Apparently it was quite an honor to have been the male selected."
"Lucky guy," Stellar said, watching the sex on the screen while Sunburst ate another brownie. "Not having to worry about getting married."
"Mom, come on!" he groaned.
"Alright, alright," she relented, focusing instead on the action on the screen. "Wow. They're really going at it," she said, shifting in her seat.
"Mhmm," Sunburst agreed, adjusting his cape to keep himself covered. In a subsequent scene, one of the new characters had a heavy accent. Stellar was having a hard time understanding what they were saying.
"I'm gonna turn on the subtitles," she said, reaching across him to grab the remote, accidentally knocking his cape aside. His erection sprang free as she did. He froze. She froze. Time froze. He looked at her. She looked at him. More specifically, she looked at it. It was both long and thick, bulging with textured veins. It was golden yellow and mottled with white blotched. His balls were just as proportionately large.
"Sorry!" the both blurted at the same time. Stellar pulled her hoof away and Sunburst quickly covered himself.
"I got it," he said, quickly grabbing the remote to turn on the subtitles. They both sat in awkward silence for several minutes. Stellar couldn't help but glance over at the bulge under his cape, knowing exactly what kind of monster he had hidden under there.
"It's okay," his mother began, trying to break the tension. "It's perfectly natural for-"
"I know!"
"It's not your fault," she continued. "That last scene certainly was... exciting."
"I know."
"To be fair, I was also getting pretty excite-"
"Mom!"
"I mean between that and this spring Heat, you can practically smel-"
"That's great!" he said, cutting her off. She waited a few minutes more while he ate another brownie.
"Anyway... Your father would be proud of you," she said with a smirk.
"Mom!"
"Heck, I'm proud of you!"
"Mom!?"
"But seriously, how do you not have a marefriend with that thing?"
"Oh my gosh Mom!" he groaned. "Can we please stop talking about my... about it!?"
"Oh please! It's nothing I've never seen before. I used to change your diapers. This is no different."
"This is completely different!"
"Look, I'm just saying that you should be proud. It's good for your confidence. And you probably wouldn't be so stressed out all the time if you have a nice mare empty that thing once in a while."
"Mom!"
"Or stallion. I'm not judging."
"I'm not gay!"
"Oh, thank the stars!" she breathed. The episode finished and the credits rolled. "Alright, well, let's clean up." She stood up and walked over in front of him to collect the empty plate. She bent over in front of him to pick it up, brushing her tail against his nose. The contact made her tail reflexively flag, exposing herself to him. His entire field of view was filled with the visage of his mother's glistening marehood. It was for only a brief moment, but it felt like an eternity as every curve, every line and fold and crease was seared into his memory. In a cruel fate of timing, the cool air of her exposure made her clitoris give a quick wink at him.
Contrariwise, the proximity of his face to her flanks felt like he had put his head in the oven, feeling the heat practically radiating off of her. And the scent! Her musk was like an overpowering miasma flooding his every pore. It was so heavy, he could taste it as much as smell it. His erection had been hard before, but now it felt so stiff it hurt. If it grew any larger it would threaten to pull his eyebrows down over his chin.
But just as soon as the display was in front of him, her tail dropped back down and she moved away, carrying off the empty plate.
"Wow, you sure put away those special brownies," she said as she walked to the kitchen.
"Wha-?" His brain struggled to form basic thought, was operating on what little blood hadn't rushed to his penis. "Oh, yeah. Well of course! You always make the best... wait- did you say special brownies?" he asked.
"Yup," she said from the kitchen.
"What, did you put Canterbis in this!?" he asked nervously, realizing that he had lost count of how many brownies he had eaten. "Am I about to get high as fuck!?" She walked back into the living room. Except she wasn't walking. She was strutting. Fuck that, she was sauntering into the room. She sauntered over to him on the couch.
"I don't know..." she answered as she climbed onto the couch. She brought her leg across him to straddle his lap. "Can you get high on Neighagra?"
"Wha- WHAT!?" he yelped. She took the edges of his cape and pulled them open, revealing his painfully-hard erection. "M-Mom! What are you-"
She cut him off as she leaned against him, pinning his erection between their bellies. She pressed the front of her marehood against his shaft as she slid it down along its length, getting it wet with her arousal. Her sensitive nub winked against every bump and texture of his veiny surface. When she finally reached the bottom, her sopping pussy was practically dripping on his balls, coating them with her hot juices.
"UNGH!" he grunted. "Mom! My- my balls!" he whimpered.
"Shh, it's okay. I know they must sooo full right now-"
"No, you're SITTING on them!" he said in a pitch too high for a stallion.
"Oh! I'm sorry!" She quickly lifted her weight off of him and spread her legs a bit so he could do the same and it let his balls slide between his legs rather than resting on top of them. She slid down, off of his lap and knelt in front of him. "Do you want Mommy to kiss the boo-boo?" she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she leaned forward and kissed one of his balls, and then the other. And then the first one again, and then the other one again just to sure. Then to be extra sure, she licked them, back and forth between the two.
She reached up with her hoof and began to slowly stroke his penis. She couldn't even wrap two hooves around it. She slid her hoof up and down, spreading her wetness on him while Sunburst grunted and moaned. "That's it. Just let Mommy take care of you. These are so full, they must ache terribly. You need a nice, caring mare like Mommy to empty them for you."
"Mom, what are you- no! Stop!" he protested weakly. Weaker still were his hooves at his sides. His conscience was in a losing war, ordering a battle that his body refused to fight.
"Shhh," Stellar cooed him. She took off his glasses and set them on the table. Then she unclasped the cape from his collar and pulled it out from under him. She took it in her hoof and stuffed it between her legs, holding it there as she continued to lick and suck on his balls. Her free hoof slid up along his penis, grazing along the edge of his tip. Sunburst let out a pained moan.
"Oh, my poor baby," she said in her maternal tone of voice. "I bet this must hurt so much from being so hard." She leaned closer and pressed her cheek to nuzzle against it. "Don't worry. Mommy's kisses will make it all better." She pushed his cape into her crotch and rubbed it against her needy pussy, feeling the smooth satin of the material against her winking clit. She shuddered and trembled, pressing her face into his lap as she brought herself to orgasm. Her already-very-wet pussy gushed into the material of his cape, drenching it with her nectar.
She refocused on what she was doing. She needed him to want it more than she did. She brought her lips to it and began kissing all over, starting from the bottom and working her way up, kissing and licking as she went. "Such a big, BIG boo-boo!" she cooed. She worked her way up to the tip, licking across the top of it, making him groan. "Such a big boo-boo needs extra-big kisses!" she said. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth, taking the tip inside. He looked down at her. Without his glasses, his eyes couldn't focus on the rust-orange blur bobbing in his lap. But he still knew who it was.
"Mom-" his mouth formed the words as the gasp rushed from his lungs. It was his mind's final stand in protest. "...no." The word never even made it from his brain to his mouth. As she took more of him into her mouth and started swallowing his length down her throat, he was lost. The tension in his neck let go and his head flopped back on the back of the couch.
Stellar Flare pulled off of him slowly, making her successive bobs more and more shallow until she took him out of her mouth. He groaned at the absence of the warmth on him. She smiled.
"Do you want more?" she asked.
He whimpered.
"Sunburst, use your words."
"Uh-huh," he groaned.
"Use real words," she scolded.
"More," he finally managed to squeak out.
"Use a complete sentence, sweetie," she said, trying to keep a stern tone as she gently teased his shaft with her hoof.
"Yes, Mommy, give me more!" he begged. She cleared her throat loudly. "Please!?" She smiled.
"Well, since you said please..." Stellar Flare stood up from where she was kneeling and pulled his soaked cape from between her legs. She climbed back up onto the couch and held onto the back of it while she put one of her hind legs on the back next to his head. The thud of her hoof beside his head got his attention. His head snapped forward and he opened his eyes. His nearsightedness brought his nearly-crossed eyes to a focus on her pussy, just a hair's breadth away from his nose. A little tuft of neatly-trimmed, darker orange fur rested just above her marehood in a perfect triangle. Like an arrow directing him where to go. Not that he needed directions.
"If you want more," she said, "You have to give Mommy her Mother's Day present." She ran her hoof through the mane on the back of his head. For a moment, he just stood and stared at it, mouth agape, and watering. She would not wait for the shock to wear off for him. She shifted her hips forward and pressed her pussy into his open mouth as she pressed the back of his head with her hoof.
It might have been his first foray in the filly furrow, but his flattened tongue feverishly flicked and flapped her flavorful folds with frantic fervor. What he lacked in experience, he more than made up for in enthusiasm. Not knowing exactly what to do made his tongue move unpredictably. That, combined with the knowledge of who was doing it to her, combined with how very, very long it had been since she'd had somepony, anypony go down on her, drove her absolutely wild. She felt the rising tension in her tummy. The familiar knot pulling tighter and tighter. Her clitoris winked just as his tongue flicked against it. She saw stars. For the first time that evening, she found herself being the one at a loss for words.
"C- Cum-ming!" she babbled as she grabbed the back of his head with both hooves, mashing his face into her pussy. His mouth cupped her whole vulva as her marecum gushed into his mouth. His nostrils were pressed against her pubic mound, keeping him from getting air and forcing him to swallow. He gulped down her entire orgasm's load of marecum before she let him go to breathe.
Her shaking hind leg dropped down off the back of the couch and she slid down against his chest, resting her cheek against his, still wet with her juices. Her pussy rested against the tip of his still-extremely-hard cock. She straightened herself up and she reached under herself to aim it at her entrance. She lowered herself down rubbing his tip against her pussy, trying to work the tip of his thick shaft into the tightness of her long-vacant entrance. Sunburst's eyes struggled to readjust to focus on the blur squatting over him. But he could plainly feel what she was trying to do.
"Mom, we- we shouldn't," he said. It was a meek, sad protest, trying as much to convince himself as her. Stellar felt a pang in the pit of her stomach. If she'd had more time to focus on it, she might have called it 'guilt'. But her clit winked against the blunt tip of her son's penis, making her quiver. The pang flittered away as quickly as it came. She reached over to the couch cushion beside them and picked up his cape, draping it over his head. His whole body tensed as his nose was flooded with her scent, soaked into his cape.
"Shh," she cooed. "You don't have to watch." She held his face with her hooves and kissed his lips through the cape. She steadied herself with her hooves on his shoulders. She applied a little more of her weight onto his shaft and wiggled her hips a bit.
And just like that, the tip of her son's penis was inside her.
Her gasp mirrored his groan. For a moment it was almost too much. She was no size queen. She had a small variety of toys. She had small, discrete vibrators that one could mistake for lip gloss. No dildos of any kind. Certainly nothing like what she was attempting to take into her now.
She made tiny little bounces with her hips, working just a little itty bit more into her as she went. She got halfway down until his medial ring came to bear against her stretched pussy lips. She worked her way back up, and then down, enjoying the top half of her son's penis just fine. She came back down again to the ring. It was the last hurdle. Her hoof moved in a blur on her clit, working herself up as hard as she could. She felt her next orgasm building. She worked out her timing just right, so they the next time she came down she would-
"AHH-ahhhh." Her cry faded into a hard moan as she came, pushing herself down past his midpoint. His medial ring popped inside of her. Her pussy quivered and practically vibrated on him. A fresh serving of her nectar dripped down the rest of his shaft, making the rest of her descent easier. She was just about to rest her butt on his lap when she felt him against her innermost barrier. His erection was as hard as an iron rod, absolutely unyielding. She took a deep breath and then slowly breathed out, lifting her hooves up over her head as she arched her back. She stretched her torso as much as she could, and her womb yielded the last half-inch to let their hips meet.
She just sat there for a long while, waiting to get used to his size. After some time, it was clear that she was not going to be able to get used to it. Not just by sitting there. She put her hooves back on his shoulders and lifted herself up. She lifted until she felt his medial ring tug at her stretched lips. She moaned when it felt like he was going to pull her inside out. She lowered back down, feeling his tip kiss against her cervix again. She grunted at the pressure inside her. She was stuck between a cock, and a hard... dick. But she could make it suit her. She got herself into a steady rhythm and focused on what she was doing.
"You see, Sunburst," she said between panting as she moved up and down on her son's penis. "I've grown quite tired of waiting for you to give me a grandfoal... So that's why I had to take matters into my own hooves-" she gasped, "to make this plan for your parenthood."
She moved up and down the length of his lower half. She was still riding the high of her last orgasm. His medial ring moved back and forth across her g-spot, keeping her at the plateau of pleasure, with little peaks each time he hit that spot. His thick penis left no other room inside her, forcing her marecum out in little spurts with each descent. His balls, and the couch under them were positively drenched.
"I think I did a great job of being a single parent," she said. "I know you weren't planning on being a single parent, yourself," she said, "But don't worry. I have a plan for that." She hopped up and down on him faster. His breathing started to become more erratic. She could tell he was getting closer, himself.
"Mom," he cried out. It wasn't a cry in protest any longer. "Glasses." She slowed down for a moment.
"What?"
"My glasses, please," he said, pulling the cape away from his face. "I want to see you." Stellar Flare's heart melted. She reached behind her and grabbed his glasses. She gave them to him and he put them on.
He blinked a few times and re-focused his eyes. He looked down at her foal-bearing hips, between her thicc thighs, at her marehood, stretched around the base of his penis. He looked up along her body to her face. He looked at her messy mane, tangled and matted with sweat, at her warm smile, her soft green eyes. He looked up at the mare in his lap, riding his cock, having sex with him. He looked at his mom. He reached up to her with his hooves. He looked like the little colt begging for 'uppsies'. She leaned down and he wrapped his hooves around her, pulling into a hug. He pressed his face into the fur of her chest. She wrapped her hooves around behind him and held him.
He craned his head up to hers. She bowed her head down to him. They each held the other's cheeks in their hooves. He closed the distance and kissed her. She stopped moving up and down and just rocked her hips, grinding together as they kissed. He broke the kiss and panted against her cheek. He whimpered as she gyrated. He could feel himself moving around inside her.
"It feels so good!" he moaned. "I love you, Mom," he said.
"I love you too, Son," she said. "You make Mommy feel so good too."
"Lay down?" he asked. It was more a request than a direction. She nodded and turned herself sideways to lay back on the couch. He moved with her, never leaving her depths. He took the dominant position on top of her, holding himself up with his hooves.
"Come on, baby," she cooed. He started moving his hips on his own. She was no longer in control. She didn't have him pinned on the couch. She was the one laying beneath him. She wasn't fucking him. He was making love to her. His eyes never left her, never left her body or her face. He didn't clench his eyes and pretend to be somewhere else. He wasn't pretending she was some other mare. His eyes were open and he wanted to look at her. He wanted to see that it was his mother to whom he was making love. His hips moved faster, taking longer strides, pulling out further, and pushing deeper. He stretched her until his medial ring slipped in and out of her without resistance. His breathing became labored and raspy. His steady rhythm grew faster and more erratic. His hooves gripped her hips in frantic desperation. She felt him begin to swell thicker inside her.
"Mom, I- I'm- I'm! " he tried to speak. Her legs wrapped around behind him and held him inside. He bucked and thrusted wildly within her hold. "C-Cummin-mom!" he cried. She felt him flare inside her.
"Yes baby! Yes! Do it!" Stellar cried out. Her legs held him into her as tight as she could with her last reserves of strength. His broad flare pressed squarely against her cervix, just barely stretching the small opening to her womb.
"Mom- ah!" her son cried out as his penis pulsed and throbbed, pumping his cum deep inside of her. "Momma! Momma! Momma!" he babbled as his hips made small, final thrusts, each time, pushing more of his potent seed through her cervix, deep into her fertile womb. Her legs held him in, but his hooves gave out and he collapsed on top of her, whimpering into her mane. "So... good."
"So good," she agreed, holding his face against her cheek. She was so happy. She couldn't tell if the wetness on her cheek were her tears of happiness, or his.
"Love you, Mommy," he said, muffled into her mane. She stroked the mane on the back of his head as she hugged him.
"I love you too, sweetie," she said, hugging him tighter. "Mommy loves you so much! Thank you for this." She waited until his penis finished twitching inside her and she relaxed her legs. He didn't move. He didn't want to leave this place ever. This place, this feeling, this experience. It was the best thing! The hour chimed. He looked up at the clock. It was midnight.
"Happy Mother's Day," he said, smiling at her. She smiled back. She craned her neck to look into the dining room. She levitated her Mother's Day card over to her. Sunburst lifted himself off of her a little so she could see.
"I guess I can open this now," she said, opening the envelope. She took out the card and read it.
The thing about Love is,
the more Love you give,
the more Love you have.
To the Mother who gave me all her Love,
I would give you all my Love in return,
and we would both be richer for it.
"You would give me all you have," she said feeling his cum sloshing inside her. "The best Mother's Day gift a mare could ask for. A little grandfoal." She rubbed her belly. She tried to shimmy a bit but felt him prod upwards inside her, just as hard as ever, making a visible bulge in her abdomen. "How are you still that hard!?"
"You fed me twelve Neighagra brownies!" he said.
"I didn't think you were going to eat all of them!" She tried to move again.
"Ow! You're bending it!" he yelped.
"Oh, I'm sorry sweetie," she said. Then she grinned. "Do you want Mommy to kiss the boo-boo?"
