Planting A New Garden

It was a cold spring day when my husband died. Usually, right after winter wrap up, the days were bright, warm and full of energy, but that doesn't mean that there aren't days with storm clouds, which is exactly what happened on the worst day of my life.

My husband, Mr. Shy, had always had a hobby in collecting parts of clouds, even after he had retired from the weather factory two years ago. Storm clouds were his favorite, since every single cumulonimbus carried with it a small piece of rainbow, waiting for the water to disappear and shine once the sun came out. Unfortunately, though, rainbows aren't the only thing storm clouds carry with them. They also carry their share of lightning, which, in his defense, were usually under his total control, but every once in a while, a rogue cloud would shoot lightning at random.

My husband was in the wrong place at the wrong time when one of them went off.

I felt like I had lost everything. I couldn't cope anymore. My bills were piling up due to my husband's pension disappearing, and neither of us knew what life insurance was until after it was already too late. My daughter Fluttershy was at my house almost every day after that checking up on me, mainly to make sure I didn't make any irrational decisions in the state that I was in.

“It's not that I don't trust you, mom,” she would say. “I just want to make sure you have somepony there for you until we find a way for you to get back on your hooves again.”

Even though I loved having my daughter around the house more often, I couldn't help feeling ashamed for having her take care of me when she was the one who had just lost her father. Fluttershy really was the strong one in the family, but I couldn't keep doing this to her. She had an important job as a professor of friendship where she lived, and I had no idea how long I would be depressed and helpless before I got the strength to go back to work.

Luckily for me, though, I had one more child who was dying to get out of his current living situation while he got his hooves on the ground doing mane therapy. This also just happened to be the child who had found any excuse he could to move back in with me several times throughout his life, only this time, I was the one who found the excuse.

“So glad to be here again, momma dearest,” Zephyr told me as soon as he arrived at my front porch. “Cloudsdale is the absolute worst place in establishing a good mane therapy clinic, which is a shame, because these ponies need it more than anycreature. Oh, by the way, you wouldn't mind helping me carry in my bags, would you? Thanks. You're the best.”

Zephyr Breeze had made so many improvements since the last time he moved out, but just like everypony else in the world, he had his comfort zones which were difficult to break out of. I would have to put up with him reorganizing the house, deflowering my garden, pawning menial chores onto me as well as being an inconsiderate mooch while barely working to pay the bills, but I couldn't live without him. I didn't just need his money; I needed his company.

However, little by little, day after day, I began to see myself getting better. I wasn't as happy as I was before the accident, but I was at the very least beginning to accept my new reality, just so long as I had my baby boy around me. Instead of dreading waking up in the morning, I began to enjoy the bright rays of the morning sun as well as Cloudsdale's refreshing breeze again, and if I was finally feeling this good, it was finally time to bring over Fluttershy again!

“Well, if it isn't my adorable older sister,” Zephyr said once Fluttershy entered into the house the next day. “Care to give your baby brother a proper hug after not seeing him in forever?”

“Zephyr…” Fluttershy replied quietly, pushing away her brother's advances. “We saw each other on Thursday, remember?”

“But Thursday was three days ago! Now, why do you always gotta be so cold?”

Hearing the two of them bicker was like music to my ears. Even when Fluttershy disregarded her brother's need for attention, deep down, she loved him to her very core. Zephyr, on the other hoof, loved Fluttershy more than the typical sibling should. He wasn't in love with her, but he definitely needed both her approval as well as her touch. Sure, he spent countless times chasing after Rainbow Dash, and to an extent, he may have wanted to have a physical relationship with her too, but ever since Zephyr was small, he had always been very… erm... grabby around Fluttershy.

It was cute, but it also made me remember how lonely I was…

Ever since I had gotten married, I had never had the problem of not having somepony whenever I wanted to be touched. If there was ever a time when I wanted somepony to take care of me downstairs, I would simply approach my husband, and he would take care of the rest. Once he left us, though, and once I started to recover from the depression that had nearly bedridden me for weeks, I began to feel those urges come again, only by now they had built up into a hormone monster.

There was no way I would be able to pleasure myself knowing that Zephyr Breeze would be able to walk in on his mom at the worst time… or maybe it was the best time? No! Stop! I don't want my son to walk in on me while I'm masturbating! That would scar him for life!

...But the danger was just too arousing to pass up…

As soon as Zephyr took off to work the next day, I quickly locked the doors behind him, raced into my room, spread my legs and began rubbing furiously on my clitoris as if I were already warmed up. I had picked the one time of day when Zephyr wouldn't be home, but there were frequent times when he would come back to pick something up just so he would have some excuse to be late. I would need to finish before that happened, and that pressure filled me with a hormonal rush that I couldn't explain. It was almost as if I wanted to get interrupted before I finished, seeing his face as he entered the room with his mom's pussy spread almost like it was waiting for him to enter at that exact moment.

The more I thought about my desire for exhibitionism, the closer I came to orgasm until finally, with a sudden release inside my groin, I squeezed my legs together, rubbing even more furiously until my whole body flailed on my bed, dripping cum all over my sheets. Fluids oozed out of my opening as my hips uncontrollably thrusted upward, but once the exhilarating orgasm finally calmed down to a halt, my mind immediately switched from arousal to panic.

What was I thinking?! Zephyr Breeze would have been scarred for life if he had walked in! I didn't really want him to see his momma spreading her pussy for him did I? No! That's ridiculous! And I wasn't spreading it just for him to see… right?

I felt so guilty after my pleasure session that I couldn't even look at him when he walked inside the house after his long day at work. “Let me tell you, mother,” he said, “I am famished! You would not believe how much taking the tension out of somepony's mane can tire a stallion out, and this is coming from a stallion with the endurance of a horse!”

I could feel myself tightening inadvertently below, making me feel even more ashamed and embarrassed, but as I pushed all the dirty thoughts behind me, I smiled at Zephyr Breeze and asked, “WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE FOR DINNER TONIGHT?!”

Zephyr Breeze and I both flinched from the unexpected change of volume in my voice. “Er… just some hay noodles, if that's alright.”

“OF COURSE! ANYTHING FOR MY BEAUTIFUL BABY BOY!”

Shoot! Why was I so nervous all of a sudden? He’s my son, after all, so why would I get so antsy around him?

“Mother… are you… feeling alright?”

“What? Yes! Never better! Just… lost my hearing from a thunder cloud earlier today. Why don't you go relax for a little while? I'll get started on those hay fries.”

Before Zephyr could rebuttal, I lowered my head and pushed him into the living room, quickly scrambling back to the kitchen so that I could make his stupid hay noodles and get my mind somewhere else. It's not like I had anything on my mind in the first place, though, right? It's not like I was thinking about my son sexually, right? That would be crazy! I would never think about the two of us in bed together covered in sheets sharing a dirty little secret that nopony could ever find out ab--OH CELESTIA WHAT IS GOING ON?!

As I fumbled through all of the ingredients in my cupboard, I accidentally dropped a large stack of dry hay onto the floor, making my frustration grow even stronger. When I went down to pick them up, however, I found myself lifting my rear end into the air, spreading my hind legs with the only thing shielding my marehood being my tail, which was gradually moving to the side…

“Mother?”

Like lightning, I snapped my legs together and lifted the remaining hay stack onto the kitchen counter. “Yes, dear?” I asked, looking back with red cheeks, but when my face turned around, there was nopony there behind me.

“I'm going upstairs to take a bath,” Zephyr called from the hallway.

Good. He hadn't seen anything. “OK, dear! I'll make sure to get you as soon as dinner's ready!”

Then, the door closed, allowing me to let out a deep, heavy breath along with all the tension in my body. At least now he wouldn't have to see what a mess I was, which was still ridiculous for me to think about in general. I had never had any problem pleasuring myself in secret when my kids were growing up, so why was I suddenly so scared about the idea of having sexual urges in my own house now? After all, Zephyr was probably taking care of his own urges in the bath with nopony else who could see what was going on.

Suddenly, I felt my hind legs wobble and squeeze together as my private area began to drip on the inside. No! I need to stop these urges now! I can't let them take ahold of me!

But before I even knew what was going on, I was moving one hoof in front of the other, up the stairs and towards the bathroom. My mind was telling me a hundred reasons why I should go back down and just focus on making dinner, but no matter how much I knew I should turn around, my hooves moved like they had a mind of their own. The better question was what I would do when they finally brought me upstairs, probably to the bathroom door where Zephyr was trying to relax.

Sure enough, though, I found myself right outside the room my son had just entered, quivering in fear while I went through every possible scenario in my head. Would he be mad if I walked in? Would he be scared? Would he ever be able to trust me again? Would he have a reason to trust me again? Would that stop me from doing it again in the future?

Finally, though, admitting defeat to my better judgement, I opened up the bathroom door to see my son with his beautifully long mane dripping down his shoulders as he looked at me in complete shock. “Mom?!” he exclaimed with a panicked voice, pulling a towel off the nearby rack to shield his bare fur. “This room is kinda occupied at the moment. Did you need something?”

“Zephyr, sweetie,” I began, still unsure of what my excuse would be. “You know we don't normally wear clothes, right?”

“Still! A bath is meant to be a quiet sanctuary to be undisturbed and--”

“OOOOO! Is that Captain Oats?!” As soon as I saw that behind his towel he was hiding one of his childhood bath toys, a stallion action figure named Captain Oats, I couldn't help but run over and take a look for myself.

“Privacy, mother!” Zephyr said, his cheeks blushing a bright crimson.

Taking a seat on the lip of the bathtub beside him, I smiled tenderly and said, “Oh, I remember all the adventures the two of you used to have together. Do you remember that time the evil Mr. Nickle tried stealing Summer Breeze away and Captain Oats battled all the odds to save her?”

The more I spoke, the more Zephyr sunk himself into the bathtub. “That was a long time ago, mother. Captain Oats doesn't go on adventures anymore.”

“It sure looks like he does! Oh, where has the time gone? The two of us used to take baths together all the time.”

“Maybe when I was a foal, but I am a grown stallion now!”

“A grown stallion who still plays with bath toys?” Zephyr searched for any excuse he could come up with, making his mouth curl into the cute scrunchy face he made whenever he thought really hard. “Zephyr, honey, could I… join you one last time?”

“Mother, I hardly think that's appropriate.”

“I know. It's just…” My eyes began to water from all the emotions that I had kept bottled up lately. “You're just growing up so fast, and with your father gone, I just feel like I'm losing my baby boy too!”

Zephyr Breeze sighed, wrapping his hooves around me in a tight hug as I sadly cried into my hooves. “Alright, alright. You can come in.” As he released me from his grip and my eyes made contact with his, my heart started beating violently, and at that moment, I knew that I was about to make the biggest mistake of my life.

Hesitantly looking down at the water beneath us, I lifted one leg over the lip of the tub and entered inside. It was warm, just like my cheeks, but when I looked back into the eyes of my son, his face seemed to pull me in deeper, making the rest of my body grow to a temperature much hotter than the bath water. I held my breath so that he wouldn't be able to tell just how nervous I was about joining him. The last thing I wanted was for him to know that I wanted to be there for reasons other than what I'd mentioned.

“So…” Zephyr said once I had managed to pull the rest of my body in. “You're in the bathtub with me. Do you… want me to wash you?”

Oh, sweet Celestia yes! I feel like such a dirty mare right now!

“Yes, dear,” I said with a shy smile, turning away from him. “Actually, there's a spot on my back that I haven't quite been able to reach. You wouldn't mind getting that for me, would you?”

I then pulled my mane over my shoulder to show him the slender curvature of my back, hoping that if I could discreetly arouse him, this whole situation wouldn't feel as weird anymore. Then I realized how weird it was that I was trying to get my own son turned on, but those thoughts were quickly dispelled once I felt the soft tip of a brush running down the center of my back. I bit my lip to keep myself from making any noises right off the bat, but the way he gently moved the brush down my spine, hitting me in all my sensitive spots was beginning to feel too good to ignore.

“Ahh…”

“Hmm? Did you say something, mother?”

“Oh! I just… uh…” My cheeks went red from embarrassment, but I didn't want him to stop. “I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind brushing a little bit higher.”

“Sure,” he said, moving the bristles at a painfully slow pace, causing me to accidentally shudder from the blissful sensation of the brush moving up the crook of my back. It felt so good that I had to physically bite my lip to keep myself from moaning or hoofing myself right where I sat, but even though I was able to control my upper body, my pelvis seemed to be moving entirely on its own. “Mother! You're sitting on top of my--”

“Oops!” I quickly realized that I could feel something in between my butt cheeks and immediately hopped off. Looking back down, I could see Zephyr Breeze in a state of panic that nearly broke my heart, at least until I looked down to see his manhood beginning to poke out of its sheath.

“Mom… Your eyes…”

“Hm? Oh! Right. Sorry. I guess I’ve just always wondered if… uh… your father and I endowed you well.”

“Mother, really. Don't you think this is a little embarrassing?”

Of course it was embarrassing! I was staring straight at my son's cock! Still, though, even though I was embarrassed to admit it, I couldn't help the curiosity I felt as to what it would look like when he got it all the way up. I looked back up into Zephyr Breeze's eyes, which told me how uncomfortable he was, but if there was one thing that I had taught him lately, it was that sometimes he had to leave his comfort zone.

“Ohhh, what's so embarrassing about your mom seeing your giggum stick? It's not like I haven't seen it before.”

Zephyr's face flushed red. “My giggum… Moooom!”

“Come on!” I pleaded, smiling as wide as I could. “Let your mom see how big you've gotten!”

Closing his eyes and massaging his hoof over his forehead, Zephyr Breeze sighed and said, “I don't think I can right now.”

“Here! I'll help you!”

“What?! Eek!”

Before he had the chance to interject, I immediately grabbed hold of the base of his shaft and began rubbing my hoof in circles around him, gently touching his balls on the way down. Zephyr Breeze put his hoof over his eyes so that he wouldn't see, but based on the reaction I was getting from his downstairs area, he seemed to be enjoying himself at least a little. Gradually, his phallus began to poke out further and further until it was sticking up straight in the air, breaking the surface of the water.

“Oh, wow! It looks like I did a good job raising you after all.”

“There. You've seen it. Now may I go back to my bath pl--”

“Zephyr Breeze, I want grandchildren.”

“WHAT?!”

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I immediately realized how they could have been misinterpreted. “I--I mean you've been single for so long! I was just wondering… when you were going to use this to um…”

“If you really want grandchildren that badly, can't you ask Fluttershy to do it?!”

“Oh, no! I could never do that! You see, Fluttershy is far too delicate to put herself out there like that, and besides…” With my hoof gradually moving down to his dick again, I looked him in the eyes and whispered, “...you're my big, strong man.”

Zephyr Breeze gulped, but he didn't try to move me off of his penis. Instead, he turned his head away and said, “I… I don't think I'm quite ready for that either, mother.”

Slowly, I moved my muzzle next to his ear, brushing my warm breath against his coat as I gently whispered, “You just need a little practice.” I could both see and hear him gulp as his face grew a deeper crimson, but despite how flustered he pretended to be, I could feel his length continuing to grow in my hoof, pulse by pulse.

“I dunno, mom. Don't you think this is a little…?”

“Oh,” I said, finally realizing his discomfort and touching back to reality. “I--I'm sorry. I guess I forgot where I was there for a second.” I then pushed back my glasses, mostly just to cover my eyes in case I started crying from my own embarrassment. “But you're right. Your mother should be the last mare saying these things. I shouldn't have interrupted your bath.”

As I got up to leave the bathtub, however, Zephyr Breeze grabbed me by the foreleg and sighed. “Mom, you don't have to go.”

“But… but we if we end up…?”

“Then that's my decision, not some pony who's never even met us.”

With my heartbeat racing faster and my mind having a wrestling match with my hormones, I perked up a smile and asked, “Really? You mean it's OK?”

“Well, I don't know about OK…” Zephyr sighed again. “...but I'm open to practicing if it means that I'll be better prepared to make you some grandchildren.”

“Ohhh, thank you so much, honey!” Immediately, I began showering his face with kisses, which made him push me away just like any time I was overly affectionate, but he didn't force me off of him, meaning that we could still… um… you know…

“So…” he began. “How does this normally work?”

“Well, first you've gotta be nice and stiff. Otherwise you’ll just fall out when I try to put you inside me.”

The both of us then looked at his penis, which had gone completely limp since I had last touched it. “Uh, I think we might have a problem already.”

“Oh, that's no problem! I can take care of that in a jiffy for you!”

Then, pulling myself down from eye-level, I meandered my way down his chest until I eventually backed myself up to his limp phallus. With all the years of experience under my belt, I reflexively moved my hoof up and down the skin until it was just long enough for me to enter into my mouth. As I pulled my mane back behind my ear and closed my eyes, I gradually inserted his length between my lips, making his whole upper body flinch in surprise. I couldn't help but smile at his reaction. After all, it had been a while since I'd been able to do this to a stallion.

With his cock growing larger in my mouth, I moved my hoof down to the base of his shaft and began pulling back and forth along with my mouth, making him grab onto the lip of the tub in pleasure. Then, just to give him some visual stimulus as an added flavor, I pulled my mouth off with my tongue sticking out so that he could see a long strand of saliva connecting my lower lip to his erect penis. His chest was now visibly rising, slightly blocking my view as I looked up to his eyes, my hoof never losing its gentle rhythm up and down his dick.

“I-is it hard enough to go in yet?” he murmured.

“Oh, dear! You aren't close to finishing already, are you?”

Zephyr Breeze blushed and turned away. “N-no. I just… wanted you to enjoy yourself too.”

I smiled tenderly while gently running my hoof up his chest, bringing my whole body closer to his. “You're so sweet,” I whispered with a giggle as I angled his dick towards my orifice below. “Do you know what I would really enjoy?” With his eyes going wide, he shook his head, causing a large grin to spread across my cheeks. “In that case, let me show you.”

Finally, I descended my hips below, allowing his shaft to penetrate between my folds, pushing deeper between my walls as they quickly began to grow moist underneath. The both of us squeezed our eyes closed and sighed from the sudden impact of pleasure between our thighs, but once the initial sensation had sunken in, I lifted myself up slightly and gently fell back onto his pelvis. The both of us navigated our hips around until his length was at the perfect angle to penetrate me as deep as he could, and soon enough, I found a slow rhythm to bounce myself on top of his lap.

I couldn't believe how amazing such a taboo could feel. Maybe I was just overly horny since it had been so long since the last time I had enjoyed a good dick, or maybe I was just overly hormonal from all the emotions that had been going through my head since the death of my husband. The third option, though, was that I was legitimately craving the experience of having sex with my own son, experiencing his dick going into the same hole it came out of.

“Mm!” I moaned as my eyes threatened to roll back into my head. “Baby, you're so good at this. Are you sure you've never done this with another mare before?”

“Mom, I'm already embarrassed enough as it is” he said, turning his face away.

“Oops! Sorry! You're doing amazing, honey. Keep going.”

At this point I could feel his hips moving in tandem with mine, pushing himself in further as I fell down on top of him. My forelegs tensed up, making me bite my lip as the erotic sensation between my legs grew to an almost unbearable level, but finally, it had reached a point where I couldn't hold back my lust anymore. “Aahhh! Ohhhh! Oops!” I then quickly looked up to see Zephyr's reaction, never losing the rhythm as I bounced on his cock. “Is it too embarrassing for you when I moan, dear?”

“N-no, mother. You can keep moaning if that's what makes you happy.”

He tried to play it off like he was doing me the favor, but I could feel how much he was growing as he thought about it. “OHHHHH, BABY YES! DEEPER, SON! MMMMM! SO GOOOOD!”

Zephyr Breeze then grabbed me by the hips and physically pushed and pulled my hips along with his, making my crotch cascade in love nectar which only helped him slide in faster. The harder he went, the more my voice went up in pitch, but the amount of arousal I was in added to the fact even more, bringing my voice almost as high as when I was a teenager. The sounds of my screams continued to echo throughout the walls of the bathroom along with the sounds of splashing water as my voice began to crack.

“Zephyr, sweetie… Mm! I wish we had started doing this sooner!”

“Are you… are you really enjoying yourself that much?”

“So much, dear! A-are you not?”

Zephyr Breeze shook his head frantically. “No, I am! I'm just… surprised to see that I can put a smile on your face again. I've been such a burden on you in the past that I guess it's just been a long time since I've made you legitimately happy.”

“Oh, don't say things like that, honey!” I then brought my lips to his forehead, keeping my rhythm as steady as I could. “You make me happy every day! I don't know what I could have ever done without you.”

Zephyr smiled. “Love you, mom.”

“I love you too, dear. In fact…” With my hooves now on his shoulders, I bounced as violently as I could, squeezing my inner walls around his shaft to bring him the most pleasure possible. “I want to reward you for all that you've done for me. Go ahead. Cum inside your momma.”

“Mother! A-are you sure that's alright?! I'm not wearing any--”

“That's OK, sweetie. I want to feel it. I want to feel your warm, sticky cum inside me so bad. Please, baby! Cum inside your momma for me!”

Suddenly, I felt Zephyr's hips move at a speed that nearly doubled what we were doing before. He was moving so fast, in fact, that I physically fell forward, wrapping my hooves around his neck as he wrapped his own around my waist, making me scream at the top of my lungs. I tried moving my own pelvis to help, but he was being so rough that my weight gave out on top of him, allowing him to take full advantage of my pussy. Then, the feeling of him taking full advantage of me, doing everything he could to push himself over the edge filled me with so much arousal that I felt myself reaching my own tipping point as well. Then I lost my vision. Then I couldn't breathe. Then…

“AHHHH!”

Then I couldn't even control my own body anymore. My pelvis was flailing wildly out of control, holding onto Zephyr for dear life just so my body wouldn't accidentally slip out of the tub. As my vagina convulsed against his shaft, though, I immediately felt him hold tighter onto my waist as I felt something pulsing inside me, making me scream in ecstasy again. “AAAAHHHH!!!” My eyes were squeezed closed, making it to where I could more fully enjoy the feeling of my son finishing inside me. Warm strands of semen shot into my ovaries like bullets, decorating my insides as each throbbing pulse sent more cum deeper into my marehood until they seeped out the sides.

I didn't want to let him go. I was still feeling the final shocks of my orgasm, and he was obviously running out of sperm, but those final moments of him thrusting himself inside me while the two of us climaxed together was the greatest feeling I had ever experienced. I never wanted to let that moment end, but like all good moments, both of our orgasms subsided, and he slowly slid his penis out of my folds as I dripped his remaining semen down to my butthole. Then, the two of us just looked at each other, too out of breath to speak words, but still able to communicate what we were thinking.

We both thought this might have been a mistake, even though it was the most amazing thing we'd ever felt. We both thought that this might hinder our relationship as mother and son, even though the two of us had never been closer than in that moment. The two of us worried that we might someday use this as an excuse to do it again and soon become sex addicts with each other, even though the two of us knew that we didn't want to stop having sex.

“So…” Zephyr Breeze began, finally breaking eye contact and moving his hoof through his mane. “Do you… think those hay noodles are finished by now?”

“Oh!” I exclaimed as my face grew red. “I think I forgot. I'm so sorry, dear. I'll get on that right away!”

As I pulled myself over the lip of the tub, I tried to expel any semen still trying to drip its way down my vaginal walls, but before I had completely made my way out, Zephyr Breeze grabbed me by the hoof, still not looking me in the eye. “Listen… I don't want you to feel bad.”

“Oh, don't worry, dear! I'll be fine as long as you are.”

“You don’t need to worry about me, mom.” Finally, he looked me in the eyes, and this time, he did it with a smile. “Being carefree is one of my many weaknesses.”

“I can't wait to see what other weaknesses you have.”

Then, with a wink, I walked out of the room, moving my tail out of the way to give him a prime view of the hole that now belonged to him. We both knew our weaknesses, but luckily, both of our weaknesses were exactly the same.