Mom had always been busy with different things around the house when I was younger. In those times, I was able to do pretty much anything I wanted for myself, like play my favorite gameboy or try out my new action figures. It was something small and simple, but that was enough to fill my time while she did other objectives.
But even if she was always doing something, she'd find time for me and my needs for attention. My dad was never around and she was my only means of becoming a proper Stallion at the time.
My days of growing up went smoothly and with little fault as a young adult, but I was still a colt at heart. I would still act out and play around; it's what helped me to be more outgoing towards other ponies and I had a lot going on for me at the time. I mean, I had made friends throughout and even found some mares checking me out. I was getting busy, but I still found time to give my mom the attention she deserves… In any means possible.
So about every other day, I would come home to her. She would either sit on the couch in the front watching some drama on TV or in her room reading a book. At one time I did come around close to evening, she was reading as usual in her room. It looked to be another issue of one of those erotic fictions she liked so much lately, seeing how she was obviously engrossed in it.
Her moans were noticeable and I could definitely tell she was having a good time, but I moved on with better things. I was tired and depleted of energy, but I wasn't the type of stallion that would just fall onto his bed. I had to be refreshed and renewed from the essence of the day.
So after undressing myself and heading into the bathroom, I took a look at myself in the mirror. When I look at my body, I often criticized for what I got that's good, and what could be better. My pecs didn't stand out much, but it was fine that way. And my arms weren't too big, but had muscle that was significant. I was strong, but not bulky. The only thing I needed to do was work on my abs, but other than that I loved the progress I was making.
With a smug grin, I ruffled my orange mane before turning over to the shower in the corner, the porcelain walls opposite of the glass where my shampoo and conditioner hanged on a white shower rack. I sat my towel on the toilet seat before turning on the water. It was cold at first when I put my hand in it, but it soon heated up enough for me to enter.
The first few minutes was me just enjoying the shower. Just standing there was like having a relaxing massage at a spa. The kinks in every part of my body cracked little by little as I stretched out with a scrunched face. Oh boy, did it feel good.
The shampoo ran down my arm as I poured it all over my black loofah. The smell was so loosening and strong, I didn't even lather the soap in it; I was feeling lazy about it all and wanted to just get it over with. However, none of it mattered anyway before my attention was drawn to my back. I felt her from behind me again, her breasts pushing against me as she slid her beige hand up mine to grab the loofah from me.
“You have to lather it first, Button.” She cooed softer than a smooth tuned violin, bold to hear and gentle to appreciate. I wasn't in the mood for any of it though.
“Hey, mom.” I said, nonchalant as if we did this script over and over from top to bottom. She stayed in great character while I was lagging, and she took notice. She pushed herself against my wet back, wrapping her slick arms around me to feel my body up with shampoo. I closed my eyes and leaned my arm on the cool wall.
“What's wrong, honey?” She went down south of my abdomen until she reached my dark hardened phallus in her grasp. I opened my eyes in acknowledgment of her slow strokes, but the act didn't surprise me.
“I'm… just stressed is all.”
“I see. It's gotten bigger than last time.” She hummed to herself, lathering my balls. My member twitched as I sighed. “I wonder what happened this time, Button. Met any cute mares lately?”
She pulled away once I turned to face her, her soft body hooking back onto mine again. My mom was obviously older than me, but her age showed gracefully over the years. She looked to be ten years younger than what was put out, mainly how she'd look stunning to all the stallions she pass by, stallions just like me. Not a single hair on her head was grey and a winkle nowhere to be seen, just an impressive rack of an experienced mother and the hips of a superstar.
I looked into her ocean blue eyes. “I did.” She grabbed my phallus again and put the head up against her pussy, forcing me to prod her loose opening, her soft lips kissing as they wait in anticipation to adjust to me.
“What's she like?”
I looked down to my crotch , my mom’s gentle hand firmly placed on my member, caressing it with dexterity. “... Well, she’s very caring. Also easy on the eyes…”
“Go on, keep going.” She pushed her other hand onto my back and pulled me closer, breaking through her barrier, but not going deeper than that. It was a temptation that was easily graspable in my own hands. I had to take the chance before it was soon lost.
I moved my hand down to her hamstring, pulling it up to my hip to let myself slide in with ease. Our moans mixed with one another, overlaying the the showerhead all together. She was warmer than I could feel on the inside, where most of what I did counted. I held her close and she held me closer, the drops cascading our wet bodies and the shampoo making it more simple to move. A lubricant I could say.
“She’s also…” I grunted. I could feel her adjust to my size quickly. “... very easygoing and… helpful in every way.”
I put my other hand on her hip and pushed her back against the porcelain wall, the water falling on us directly. I slowed my speed. “That nice, Button! What’s her name?” I gazed into her bedroom eyes once more, nowhere near ignoring her alluring smirk or her visage.
Cream Heart
The shower was beginning to cool down. We were losing hot water and we had to finish this up soon. I was surprised for how long I’ve laster with her. Usually it would take less than ten minutes. Now?
It’s been forty.
She panted from my pacing speed, itself gradually growing. “Ah! Faster, sweetie!”
I held her by her firm belly to keep her steady against the wall, moving her tail one side as I fucked her from behind, not holding back my persistence. It was driving me mad that she got me this way before, and here we are doing it again the same way. It never got old, it just got more amazing. The more we did it, the more the temptation felt right, like my dick was meant to be hers for a long time, nopony elses.
“Fuck mom, I’m gonna cum!”
“Cum with me, honey. Cum inside your dirty mother.”
And then we did it.
Author's Note
Ugh, I disgust myself. Did it even looked like I tried?
