"Jeez, are you ever going to upgrade that outdated system?" Button Mash sneered, a cocky, slappable grin ever-present on his face.

On some days you hated him. On others, you simply disliked him, and this was currently the latter, so you chose to tune him out. "It's fine as is, dude. Not all of us need the latest, state of the art rig, and mine runs what I need it to perfectly. Will you shut it?" You swivelled in your desk chair to face him fully, unable to resist the temptation. "And get out of my room, will ya? I put a lock on this door for a reason, man."

"Well, you weren't using it, so if you wanna keep me out, start remembering," Button snickered, ignoring your instructions. Instead, he walked further into your messy room and planted himself on the bed. He groaned as he leaned back, making a show of just how much he was enjoying invading your private and personal space.

"See, for someone who complains so much about my crappy rig, you seem to absolutely adore my bed. Wanna trade?" Felt nice to have something over him for once, even if it was an incredibly small victory.

"...huh?" Button replied, zoned out. You could hardly blame him, that bed was fucking comfy. He shook his head as if remembering something important; a shit-eating grin covered his face. "Oh... you thought I was talking about your PC? Nah, I meant that chick you've been hanging around with. How old is she... twenty-two? Honestly, you could be doing better. I'm banging an eighteen year old, dude, with twice the rack and twice the cash. Sort your shit out, eh?" Just when you thought it was over, he shrugged at you. "I mean, don't expect my success, but at least try not to be a total loser?"

Okay, that was it. You got up and aimed a kick at his shin, but missed by a narrow breadth as he pulled his leg out of the way just in time. The asshole was faster than you, just as he always seemed to be a tad better at almost everything. "Look, not everyone's an ostentatious cock like you," you growled, yanking at the bed sheets and beginning to rip them off of the bed. It was a bitch having to unmake your own bed like this, and it basically meant Button won, but the easiest way to get rid of him was to make him as uncomfortable as possible. "I happen to like Sweetie, even if she's a few years older than me. What do you care, anyways? It ain't a freaking contest or anything, is it?"

"I mean, I'm just looking out for you, little bro!" Button chuckled, playing tug of war with the sheets as you continued to yank them away. Little bro was nothing to do with age, unfortunately, but Button liked to make a point of the fact that he was an entire inch taller than you. It must have been the dick on his head. "I don't wanna see you falling too far behind, and looking even more pathetic in comparison to me than you already do. Would you rather I just left you to fuck up at your leisure? 'Cause if that's the case I'll wash my hands of you, sure thing."

You resisted the urge to scream with a clamping lip bite. He came out with bullshit like that all the damn time, but never followed through on any of it, otherwise he might have finally left you alone by now.

But no, there he was, laying on your fucking bed, insulting the girl you were seeing, interrupting your day... you picked up the mattress with as much force as you could muster, finally sending him tumbling off of the bed and landing on his ass. His sharp drop was cushioned by your thick, forgiving carpet.

You wished the floor was made of solid brick.

"Alright, alright, no need to throw a bitch fit. I'll leave," Button laughed, though you couldn’t help but notice that he was rubbing at his tail as he got up, as if you'd bruised him just a little. You hoped it hurt him to sit down for a week—he deserved it. "Goddess, it's clear that you're not a part of this family, not really, else you wouldn't act like such a freaking tard all the damn time. Anyways, I'm gone. Gonna head to Sugarcube, see if I can't pick up another side bitch. Try not to spazz out any more while I'm out, 'kay dude?"

"Will you quit with your disgusting crap and just fucking leave already?" Honestly, you wished to every godly entity you knew of that you could find a way to get away with punching him in the mouth, but his mom, your mom, she'd never let you live it down. That was the one thing that had stopped you from going into his bedroom on one of many nights and strangling him.

Button threw his hands up, innocent grin on his face. "Alright, I'm going. Lock your door in future, dude." And with that, he turned, and you heard his footsteps start to recede, along with the migraine that was his presence.

You'd just about managed to forget he was ever there when you heard him call out 'by the way, borrowing your jacket! Thanks!'. Of course, he said this in a bit more of a chipper tone. He didn't want your mom hearing him being rude, after all.

Creamy Heart had no clue that he was such a cock to you, or half of an idea of what he got up to outside of her supervision, the kind of man he'd turned into. You were no angel yourself, but he was something else entirely. You wished you could tell her, that you could get him kicked out or at least straightened out, but for how much you hated him, you and Button Mash had a code: no snitching. After all, he'd caught you doing some pretty... strange things when you were younger, things that could've got you kicked out of your adoptive home without a chance of returning.

But you didn't want to dwell on that. Still, that experience had been enough that you wanted to get out for a while too—with no jacket, it seemed. You walked out of the bedroom and through the living room into the kitchen, fixing yourself a glass of water and considering your options. You couldn't go to Sugarcube Corner without bumping into that dickhead again, and you doubted you could see Sweetie right now without thinking about the shitty things he'd said and getting mad, so you decided you'd take a day to yourself. Go for a walk, maybe take the train up to Canterlot and see some sights.

Your train of thought was interrupted by Creamy Heart walking into the kitchen, giving you a short wave and proceeding to open the fridge and pull out some sandwich bits. "You want one, honey?" she asked, turning to face you as you shook your head no.

"I'll eat out," you returned, but your breath came rushed. You'd been a part of this family since you were only twelve, but for the last eight years, it'd never been lost on you just how attractive your adoptive mother was. You couldn't talk to anypony about it, and especially not Button Mash, but it occurred to you all the same every time you saw her, especially when she was dressed like she was now.

Creamy had a youthful complexion that made her look half her age, as well as a stunning body, her most prominent twin features currently straining against a red and black chequered crop top as she leaned over to put everything down. As if that wasn't bad enough, she proceeded to grab a small plate from the lowest cabinet in the room, legs shuffling back and forth as a delectable hum lilted from the base of her throat, her locks falling around her shoulders and down over her exposed cleavage as the small of her back arched.

Her leggings hugged her form and left very little to the imagination, to the point that you could scarcely handle looking, even if it was impossible not to. Sometimes, you wondered if your mom knew that, knew just what she was doing to you every time she chose to move so slowly and gracefully that it could easily have been called deliberate.

Once she'd finally grabbed the plate she needed, taking way too long to do so, she snapped up, causing her whole body to jiggle in place. There was a little bit of weight on her, just as much as you'd expect on a MILF of her calibre, but the most notable bounce came from her hefty breasts, which threatened to burst out of her half-buttoned top. Someone was clearly dressed for the summer, even in spring, and she was determined to make sure you were well and truly sprung.

Something she achieved all too often, which had led to hiding more hard-ons than you cared to admit over the years. She stood there, seemingly oblivious to the fact that you were already growing stiff, humming that cute little tune to herself as she began to butter bread. Hell, only she could look hot whilst making a sandwich, surely.

"I-I think I'm gonna head out, mom. I'll try not to be gone for too long." You just needed to leave. Get out while you could, before she noticed your steadily growing erection. All of her flaunting, the swish and sway of her hips... could you even be blamed? Hell, it wasn't like she was your biological mother, so maybe you could get away with...

Stop thinking like that! Just down your glass and leave, damn it.

Just as you went to find safety, Creamy Heart turned and looked you up and down with curious, wide eyes before sauntering over and pulling you into a sudden embrace. You'd always noted that she hugged you for longer than she did Button, but never acted as if you were her favourite. "Make sure you don't get into too much trouble, hmm?" She breathed into your ear as she pulled you tighter against her, a surprisingly strong grip mixing with the feeling of her soft, pillow-like breasts against your chest. You could scarcely take the tension, the fact there was only a small measure of fabric separating the pair of you.

If she knew what she was doing right then, then she just might have been evil. "I-I'll behave, yeah." That cock of yours was only swelling with every second of contact, and she was pulling you closer by the moment! Surely she wouldn't keep this up much longer, surely if you angled yourself right...

No, it was no use. You were almost certain your hardness had brushed against the slightly shorter mare's stomach for just a moment there. While you waited for your fate, while your mind measured the two distinct possibilities going forwards, a slap or a punch, something utterly unexpected happened: she pulled back from you, grinning like she had when you were thirteen and she caught you with your lights on at 3am. "Shouldn't you be saving that virility for younger mares?"

It took you a moment to catch her meaning—maybe she'd used a tricky word just to tease you some more. Either way, the more she acknowledged your predicament, the more embarrassed you felt! "Err, I..." This was quite certainly one of those instances in which you wanted to be shot and then have your remains zipped up. What the hell were you meant to say to this, to think?! "Mom, I..."

She was biting her lip, toying with it like she was toying with you, dragging her teeth back over the bottom and playing with the soft, sensitive flesh in a way that you only wished you could emulate. "Relax, baby, it's natural..." Creamy Heart pushed her shoulders out left and right, looking down as she did so, admiring herself. "If anything, I'm awfully flattered... but as much as the notion intrigues me..."

It... it intrigued her?! Had she thought about this before now? You stood there in utter catatonia, wondering if you should be leaping and shouting for joy or if you were simply dreaming. Hell, part of you hoped you were dreaming if only so you could do whatever you wanted, but an equal part of you imagined the ramifications of being caught in this dream by Princess Luna. Your throat was dry as you tried to stammer out a response, but all you could do was watch your mom's lips as more words finally greeted your ears.

"You're not just pent up, are you, sweetheart?" She bore a concerned frown, the type you might imagine seeing on a mother worried you weren't eating your vegetables properly. "I know you're seeing that lovely Sweetie Belle. I know her sister, gorgeous mare..." Your mom's eyes went straight through you for a moment, as if she was bearing witness to an entirely different scene, but she soon snapped out of it. "The point is, you have a beautiful mare in your life already. And as much as I'd love to delve further into the root and cause of these oedipal emotions... isn't she enough for you?"

You honestly couldn't believe you were having this conversation right now. Your entire body was rigid, not just your cock, which was painfully pushing against the tightness of your jeans as blood continued to rush to it in a non-stop circuital flow. "Of course she is..." you stammered, voice clammy, eyes unable to meet her piercing gaze, her sapphire blue eyes that seemed to shine with wonder. "I just..."

"You what?" she pressed, inching forwards, almost looking as if she might push against you again. Her hands hadn't left your shoulders this entire time, and you were painfully aware of it, each second of contact only prolonging your torment. "Has Sweetie not been putting out for you, honey?" Her voice, which was usually delicate, came out in a husky, predatory purr, one that seemed to stoke in her stomach and rise with her breath, only pushing out her chest that bit more. You wanted to bury your face between those tits so desperately, but you wouldn't dare move an inch.

"N-no! I mean, yes..." you shook your head as hard as you could without inducing vertigo. "I mean, she has... once or twice, but we're taking things slow..." It was a lie, and you could only hope she wouldn't see through it. You closed your eyes, steeling yourself, inching one open to see the voluptuous queen of a mother you'd been both gifted and cursed with tittering in amusement. "This is pretty awkward for me to talk about..."

"Who else are you going to discuss things like this with?" Creamy asked, licking around her lips between breaths, so full and enchanting and now lathered with the faintest shine of her spittle. "Your brother? No, he wouldn't know what to tell you. I'm an experienced mare... it's only natural that you'd take such things to me, isn't it?"

You almost blurted something out for a moment there, but just about managed to keep it contained. The no snitch code was still in effect, even now, and Creamy could carry on thinking her other son was a perfect angel that had never laid a mare in his life, if that's what she truly imagined. "I... guess, but what's this got to do with what just happened?"

Creamy Heart raised an eyebrow at you, and you were transported to every other time you'd ever felt like a silly kid in need of a life lesson. "Darling, if you felt fulfilled with Sweetie Belle, then would I be feeling what I just did pressing against my belly?"

She had a fucking good point there. Or at least, she would've if it wasn't for the fact that you'd been crushing on your mom for as long as you could possibly remember by this point. She didn't need to know that. Some things were just too awkward to say out loud. "I... I'm sorry about that, but..."

"Shh, shh, shh, don't be sorry..." Mom pressed a finger to your lips, soft and precise with the action, before slowly pulling it away, dragging the bottom one down just a tad with her nail in the process. "Now, go on."

"I..." Come on, it's this or admitting the truth, just lie a little! "I think I might be feeling a little too neglected in that way, if you know what I mean?"

Creamy Heart chuckled, playing with the collar of her crop top as she did so. "You mean horny, baby?"

You had to stop yourself from shuddering. "Yeah... that."

"Say it. You can use grown up words with me." She punctuated the command with what you were sure was a quick wink, only making your predicament worse.

"I've been feeling pretty... horny lately," you reiterated as instructed, barely choking out the operative word. "And I haven't managed to get it on with Sweetie Belle in a couple of months. It's been a little frustrating for me, but I'm dealing with it." And in all honesty, that was at least partially the truth. The two of you were a couple in a sense, even though you'd never officially stated it, but you'd never actually had sex with one another, or done more than vaguely hint at the notion. Hell, half the time you were lucky to get more than a chaste kiss from her.

"Dealing with it, hmm? You mean you're sat in your room all alone jerking off?" Creamy had a very knowing look about her; it made you wonder just how loud you could be at times, and just how thin the walls of your house were.

"I... I might mean something like that, I guess?" Your eyes hit the floor. You felt ashamed to admit it, almost. The whole 'this is your mom' thing had taken a backseat for a moment. Right then, you just felt like a boy that couldn't get laid, no matter how badly you wanted to. How had she done that to you so effortlessly?

Of course, her wide smile, the light and inviting flutter of her lashes, it offered some chance of salvation. Right as you began to reciprocate, as you felt your body begin to move in kind to her advances, she finally released your shoulders, stepping back and nonchalantly beginning to go back to sandwich making, as if the conversation had never been taking place, as if the sexual tension in the air didn't weigh so heavily that you felt as if you could faint under it. "I suggest you talk to Sweetie Belle about your little..." she paused, seeming to reconsider, "well, more than little issue. If the two of you are able to work something out, and it satiates you, then perfect!" And from sweet, caring mom voice to cougar assault in a second, her sultry tones were back on you. "And if not... come find me. We'll see if this is just a 'phase', hmm?"

All you could do was give a stiff, forced nod at that. You didn't know what other option was even feasible. This woman who had raised you, who you for all intents and purposes considered your mother... she was propositioning you! Not only had she not shunned you for your reaction to her, she'd... it begged the question, did she just want to help you out, or did she want you? If that was the case, how long had she felt that way?

You didn't have the bottle to ask, no matter how desperately curious you might have been.

You made your excuses and left, a million questions assaulting your mind as you rushed out of the door and into the unforgiving sun, barely a cloud to be seen in the sky. All of the cloudiness was stuck in your head, after all.

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