Button's Play Date

Button Mash considered himself to be the luckiest colt in Equestria. Though one would be hard-pressed to understand why at first glance. In school, the brown earth pony had good grades, though not the best. He was friends with many ponies, but he wasn't anypony's best friend.

Despite all the hormones in the air at school, and the almost ubiquitous desire of it from his male peers, he didn't have a filly friend. In fact, he was markedly disinterested in the other fillies. He didn't even ask anypony out for the Spring Dance. He ended up going to the dance with his own mother, Cream Heart.

Not that it bothered him. He was perfectly content with dancing circles around the other fillies with the beige, older mare. The way her brown mane swayed back and forth as they sashayed across the dance floor filled the other fillies with envy for her mature, confident grace.

The colts, even the ones with popular fillies hanging on their hooves, were given pause by his mother's radiance. Most of them would have been embarrassed to go to prom with their mother, but as the saying went around the schoolyard, 'Button's mom had it going on'.

And Button was the only colt that got lucky that night.

Cream Heart, herself, never regretted the taboo relationship she had with her son. It was something that he had initiated when he first entered puberty. Her other mare friends warned her about her colt coming of age. But Cream always dismissed it as over-sensationalized fear mongering to scare the single mother.

She remembered the first evening it happened. When she realized her little colt wasn't so little anymore. Button had always been a mama's colt. But after he got his cutie mark, he seemed to become increasingly clingy. One evening, Cream was reading a book on the couch. Button was snuggled up beside her after a long day. She read aloud for a time, and he fell asleep to the soothing sound of her voice. His head rested on her lap.

Cream was content to read a bit more in silence until it was time for her to go to bed, herself. Then she would help him to bed. After a short while of reading, Button rolled over in his sleep, now facing toward her abdomen. He shifted and moved a bit in his sleep, as though trying to find a more comfortable position. She felt the cold of his nose against her tummy, and she put her book down to find him at where her teats once were.

She remembered reading about how foal were instinctive drawn to their mothers teats by their pheromone scent. But Cream was years past her time of nursing her foal. She gave him a gentle nudge to move him away. He let out a little whimper in his sleep and pulled himself back to her, pressing his face more firmly below her teats, into her crotch. His nostrils flared and his breathing became more ragged.

With the spring season upon them, Cream became acutely aware of her own scent. She was about to push him away again when she saw it. His erection slowly emerging from his sheath. It was certainly smaller than an adult stallion's, but it still seemed big for a colt his size. Maybe it just looked big to the mare who hadn't had a stallion in her life for so long. Part of her wanted so much to just reach out and touch it. The thought filled her with shame and arousal, sending a tingle through her loins.

Button's mouth parted as he panted harder. His warm breath against her only spurred her on. His tongue moved to lick his dry lips. As it did, it grazed against the fur just above her marehood. It made her shudder. She knew that if she didn't put a stop to this now, something would happen that she would regret.

"Button," she said as she jostled him, moving him from her crotch. He groaned in protest of being woken from what was surely the best dream he'd ever had. "Button," she said again louder, firmly shaking him awake. He blinked and squinted as he looked up at her in the dim reading light. "It's past your bedtime," she said, lifting him off her lap, taking care to not draw attention to his erection and embarrass him further.

She leaned away from him, over the edge of the couch to put her book in the end table drawer. Her scent that had been trapped under her in the couch cushion wafted up and hit Button in the face like a blast of heat from opening an oven. His eyes were fixed on where her tail had fallen aside and he leaned over, pressing his snout against her exposed marehood.

"Button!" Cream shrieked. The surprise contact made her loose her grip on the edge of the couch and she slumped further forward. Before she could right herself, she could feel his weight on top of her, mounting her. "What are you doing!?"

"I," he groaned, nearly crying. "I don't know!" Cream felt his erection between her legs, under her, slapping against her belly as he thrusted behind her, fruitlessly into the air. He whimpered and moaned. He was so hard, it hurt. His body slapped against her marehood, making her clitoris wink, and stimulating her further. Cream knew that she should stop this. She knew, in her rational mind, that this was wrong, though he didn't understand. But her heart broke to hear him in such distress. And it had been too long for her.

"Shh, it's okay," she chided him. "Momma's going to make it all better." She reached under her with her hoof and touched his erection for the first time. He groaned louder and tried to hump into her hoof. "Easy there. Let mommy help you." She took him in her hoof and pushed him back just a bit more, and aimed him upwards toward her marehood. She was already plenty wet from earlier. The instant he was lined up, he pushed forward, sinking into her.

"Ooh!" they both moaned at the same time. Button's hip moved on their own and he thrusted and humped feverishly into his mother. It was all Cream could do to just hold onto the couch as her son rutted her. He tried to say something. But his words devolved into fragments and guttural vowels.

Cream Heart's sexual dry spell, combined with her earlier stimulation had her already well on her way to a climax. It felt wonderful. It felt wonderful and terrible that she was getting off from her own son fucking her. She bit her throw pillow and stifled her moan as she came.

Button Mash had no sense of pacing or endurance, nor consideration for the mare's pleasure. He was only trying to relieve this ache in his loins as fast as he could. The faster and harder he went, the better he felt. When Cream Heart came, her pussy quivered and squeezed his penis as though it was milking him. Button felt his own finish nearing, though he didn't understand the sensation. It felt like he was about to pee, but it was different. And in any case, he was too far gone to stop now.

He wrapped his hooves around his mother and held her tightly as he shoved it deep inside her one final time. His entire body convulsed and his mind went blank as his every sense was focused on the sensation in his penis.

Even through her own orgasm, Cream could feel him flaring inside her. And then the hot spurts of his cum rushing into her. His knees went weak and he collapsed on top of her. She could feel his labored panting against the back of her neck, even as his penis continued to twitch and spurt inside her.

Cream Heart pressed her face into her pillow and cried. She'd had sex with her own son and she had gotten off from it. It was awful. She was the worst mother in the world.

"That was awesome!" Button said between breaths. "You're the best mom in the world!"

"Wha- really!?" she asked, scarcely able to believe it.

"Yeah! You were right," he said. "You made me feel so much better! I feel like... the best ever!" He struggled to articulate the words to describe his first time having sex. Who could blame him? He slumped back onto the couch. She rolled over and turned to face him. He practically pounced on her and wrapped his hooves around her. "Thank's, Mom," he said as he hugged her tightly, pressing his face into her mane draped over the nape of her neck. "I love you."

In Equestria, there are magic spells with special magic words. But, like the way you can hear your name called over the din of a crowd, some words have innate magical power in them.

'I love you' are three of them.

Cream felt her heart start beating again. It was in that moment that she realized that there was only one pony whose opinion she cared about. Not society's, and not even her own. Only his. And just like that, a weight was lifted from her. Any fear or doubt was washed away. Like whatever icy grip her conscience had on her soul was let go by his words. Cream dried her eyes and no more tears came.

"I love you too, Button," she replied, hugging him back.

"Can we do that again?" he asked. Cream suppressed her chuckle. Colts would be colts.

"Yes dear," she said, much to his delight. "We can do that as often as you like. But we need to have a little talk first."

And so, they chose to continue. Not that she explicitly encouraged it. She simply didn't discourage it. They both understood that what they had was taboo, and would be frowned upon by other ponies. So it just remained their little secret.

On the last day of school, everypony was fantasizing about what they would be doing over the summer break. However, Button knew exactly what he would be doing all summer. Or more specifically, whom.

When Button got home, the instant the door latched shut, he gave his mom a hungry look. She looked back at him over her shoulder as she finished the last of the dishes in the kitchen sink. "Just give me a second," she said. His eyes were glued to her rump. Her tail swayed from side to side, giving him brief glimpses of her glistening marehood.

"Button!" Cream gasped as she felt her son under her tail, happily licking away. She steadied herself with her front hooves as he continued to lap and probe her with his tongue. She had never known any stallion quite so eager to go down on her. Least of all, his father. But her son sought it out with enthusiasm, as though it was his only meal of the day. And he had become quite good at it. As he had become good at most things.

"Come on," she shooed him away for a moment so she could dry her hooves and lead him upstairs to her bedroom where they could properly enjoy each other. They had both come to know each other's bodies so well over the past few years. They each knew exactly what the other liked, and what they didn't. And they each knew just how to get the other off.

Afterwards, Button laid beside his mother on the bed, cuddling in the afterglow. They held one another in their hooves and looked into each other's eyes.

"Mom," he asked.

"Yes dear?"

"There's something I wanted to ask you," he said. "Something that I want to do, but..."

"What is it? You know you can tell me anything," she assured him. His eyes started to glisten. "What's wrong?" He quickly blinked it away and steeled himself.

"Can we-" the words hitched in his throat. "Can I sleep in your bed tonight?" he asked. Cream Heart felt her heart ache. He looked like a scared foal that had just had a bad dream, begging to sleep in Mommy's bed. But she knew this wasn't that. It wasn't a nightmare that motivated him, but it was no less frightening.

"Button," she tried to protest. He silence her words with a kiss. They had given each other many kisses. But they were the chaste kisses on the cheek or forehead that they ought to give between a mother and son. This was not one of those kisses. He kissed her on the lips. He started to use his tongue. She could taste herself on him. She wanted him to kiss her more. She wanted to let go of herself and kiss him back. She wanted so much to just melt into it and forget everything else. She wanted it more than anything. But her hoof pushed him away just the same. "Button!" she said, surprised by her own scolding tone.

"I love you!" he said. They had said the words to each other hundreds of times before, but she knew this was different. She knew that it had been different for a long time. But she didn't want to admit it to herself. "I'm in love with you!" he added. She winced. She had longed for, and dreaded to hear those words. She loved him too, so much more than as a mother. She had been comfortable with him using her as a sexual outlet for his frustrations and anxieties in school. And now school was over. She knew it, and so did he. She could tell that he was afraid. He was scared of what would happen now.

"Button, we can't," she said, breaking both of their hearts. He was on the verge of tears. He had expected such a response, but even so, he had hoped.

"Please?" he asked. "Please-please-please?" he begged, burying his face into her chest, wetting her fur with his tears. She just held him and cooed.

"Button, I'm sorry," she said. "I've let this go on for far too long. You were supposed to find some young filly of your own and grow out of this... phase," she explained.

"I don't want anypony else," he cried into her mane. "I love you!"

"I love you too, sweetie. I really do. But we just can't keep going on like this. You need to meet somepony your own age and start a life of your own, and a career, and a family. Have foals of your own someday."

"I don't want any of that," he sobbed. "I just want you."

"Button, you can't stay with me like this forever," she said, voicing her fears. "Ponies are going to start to talk. Ponyville is a small town. Everypony knows that you're my son. We'll never be able to act like a normal couple," she said. Button sniffled and quieted his cries, leaning back and wiped his nose with his hoof. His eyes blinked away the last of his tears and sparkled with a sudden clarity.

"Well... what if we didn't live in Ponyville?" he asked. Cream Heart heard the words in her ears. Her brain processed the meaning of them, strung together in the sentence. It was a simple enough question. But then again, there was nothing simple about it. Her mind drew a blank and she just stared off at the wall behind him. All of her arguments in objection began to crumble in her mind. "Mom?" he asked again, drawing her attention. "What if we didn't live in Ponyville?"

"Let me sleep on it," she said, rolling over in her bed. Button moved to snuggle up beside her. "Button," she said firmly. He hesitated, holding out for hope against all hopes. But at last he accepted her dismissal and climbed out of her bed, shuffling back to his own bed for the night. He didn't want to go. She didn't want him to go. But she was still his mother first. And as long as they were in Ponyville, that was how it would have to be.

She tried to sleep on it. It would have been more accurate for her to have said, 'let me think on it', because that's what she did. She laid there in the dark and thought about it. She laid there in the queen-size bed that was far too large, empty, and cold for just one pony. His question played over and over again in her mind. She found herself asking the very same thing.

"What if we didn't live in Ponyville?"

Cream Heart sat up in her bed and looked out the window at the sunrise. Her memory recalled the conversation she'd had with her son as the morning light shimmered against the city skyline. The Monday after his last day of the school year, she began the process to put in for her transfer from her position as a nurse at Ponyville General, to her new placement at Las Pegasus Pediatrics. It came with better pay, and a bigger home.

It took time, of course. She had to train her replacement, and prepare for the transfer herself. But after a few months everything was in place. She made the announcement to him that Hearth's Warming Eve. Cream was no stranger to seeing her son excited. She had seen his every birthday, and every Hearth's Warming gift opened in years past. (Not to mention his countless orgasms). But his pure elation when she announced her transfer topped all of that by miles. He had jumped so high that he had nearly hit his head on the ceiling.

Cream smiled to herself recalling the memory. He had been walking on air ever since. Even through the moving process of packing everything up and then unpacking everything again after a long trip. She shifted a bit on the bed to adjust the window blinds. Her movement caused her son to stir beside her.

"Good morning, sweetie," she greeted. He smiled as he woke, with his eyes still closed, and he reached out with his hoof to paw at her thigh.

"Mornin'," he mumbled groggily, not yet fully awake. Button had been sleeping in the same bed as her ever since they had moved to Las Pegasus. Button blinked his eyes open and looked around the bedroom that was not his old bedroom. Cream watched his dull smile suddenly turned into an expression of panicked worry for a moment, before becoming a bigger smile.

"What was that?" she asked of his reaction. He yawned and stretched before crawling over to her on the edge of the bed, laying his head on her lap. She rested her hoof on his chest. His heart was still racing.

"I was just scared for a second," he said. "I know we've been here for almost a week, but sometimes, when I first wake up, part of me still thinks that this is all just a dream. That this can't be real."

"Shh, it's alright," Cream Heart cooed as she stroked his mane before giving his ear a good pinch.

"OW!" he yelped. "What was that for?"

"To prove to you that it's not a dream," she said, leaning down to kiss him. He kissed her back. "Do you know what today is?" she asked. He gave her a quizzical look.

"Saturday?" he asked. She smiled.

"Yes, and it's Hearts and Hooves Day," she added.

"Oh." He blushed.

"Now if only some young stallion would ask me to be his special somepony..." Cream teased with a wink. Button sat himself up in the bed and leaned over to kiss her.

"Will you be my special somepony?" he asked. Cream nodded and kissed him back.

"Okay. But you have to take me out on a date," she said.

"A date? Like a date date?" he asked.

"Well I'm not talking about the fruit of the date palm tree," she said, feigning indignation.

"Oh. Well, where did you want to go?" he asked. She smiled.

"Well, while I was out getting groceries yesterday, I saw that there was an arcade in town."

"Really!?"

"Yes. Do you want to go check it out?"

"Do I!"

"You know, it might just be a good place to meet some other filly your age to be your special somepony instead."

"Mom..." he groaned, irritated to be having this talk again.

"I'm not saying that you have to. But maybe just keep your eyes open, hmm?"

CHAPTER 3