It was a normal, common, every day sort of morning in Ponyville. Button Mash woke to rays of sunlight gleaming on his face. For a moment, he couldn’t remember where he was. But as he looked to his right, everything came rushing back to him.
The clock chimed eight. Button had his phasers set to stun. He moved his characters across the screen carefully. Stealth was crucial in this mission. And now, since Mom was on a date, he finally had all the time he needed to min/max his stats just right.
All that he needed was patience.
His ears perked up when he heard a soft click from behind him. He paused the game, then turned away from the television.
There, standing at the door was his mom, he couldn’t get a good look at her face as she stared down at the doorknob.
“How did the date go, Mom?” Button asked, rising from the floor. “Fleetfoot was supposed to be a really cool-”
“Fleetfoot’s a BITCH,” Button’s Mom slurred as she turned to look at her son.
Button froze in his tracks as he saw his mother’s makeup streaming down her face.
“Mom…”
She looked from her son back to the floor. She took two wobbly hoofsteps forward then collapsed into a heap on the floor.
“Mom!”
“I’mma sleep here, Button. Nigh night sweetheart.”
“No, Mom. Come on. We’re gonna get you cleaned up,” Button said.
Button moved to his Mom, guilt pushing through his chest like an icepick. When she asked if he minded if she tried to… meet a new boyfriend. Button was all for it. But this…
“Now I’ll need you to try to stand up,” he said, lifting one of her hooves over his back and pushing her up. Slowly but surely, the mare rose to her hooves, swaying ever so slightly.
“Couldn’t even talk about her feelings,” she mumbled. “Conversations are *hic*”
She looked down to Button.
“Isn’t it past your bedtime?”
“No, but it’s past yours,” Button said softly. “Come on.”
Button took his mom step by step up the stairs to her bedroom. He helped her crawl into bed. She breathed slowly. Then, her breath hitched in her throat, then more tears poured out of her eyes. Button reached a hoof out to console her, but knew that water would be the first thing to get her. She hadn’t been this bad since Dad--
Now wasn't the time for dwelling on such things. He looked to her, then made his way to the bathroom. The colt took a cup and filled it with water. Returning to her mother’s side, he was relieved to see that she had regained her composure.
He dipped a hoof into the water and began to wipe the running mascara from her face.
“How are we feelin?” he asked softly.
“Everything’s so hard, dear. I knew it would be hard, but I didn’t think…”
“I know, Mom,” Button said, holding the water out to her. “But there’s no rush. You can take your time.”
“And Button is growing up so fast,” she says, her voice cracking. “He’s looking more and more like you every day.”
Button paused, the water in outstretched hoof. He slowly put it back on the bedside table. He felt his body grow cold. Numb.
“You know I’m not Dad right now, right Mom?”
“I miss you so much,” she mumbled. “Every day I see Button is another reminder you aren’t here… it hurts so much. And It’s so hard to do alone. I don’t want to do this alone anymore…”
Button reached out a hoof, and wrapped it around his Mom.
“It’ll be okay,” he said softly. “It’ll be okay.”
She pulled his hoof tightly to her.
“Don’t go,” she whimpered. “Stay tonight.”
Button closed his eyes and nodded. She was like this before too. She wanted someone to hug her through the night. And if Button was honest? Those were some of the best nights of sleep he ever had.
“I will.”
He climbed up into her bed and nuzzled himself into her warm chest tufts. Her body was warm and soft against his. He wrapped a hoof around her back. He’d stay till she fell asleep. Then go to his room to sleep in his own bed. She’d probably be upset or think she was going back to old habits if he stayed in bed with her again.
She wrapped her hooves around him and breathed in deeply the scent of his mane.
“Good Night,” he said, although all the lights were on.
Normally his mother said ‘Good Night,’ and drifted away.
“Oh? But I’m not tired,” she whispered.
This was different.
Her hoof moved up and down his body.
“I am?” Button said unsure of himself.
“Are you sure I can’t… persuade you to stay awake?” she whispered in button’s ear. Her hooves moved down towards her rear. Then to his leg. Button felt his breath hitch in his throat. This didn't feel right.
He pushed slightly, but she pulled him closer.
“I love you so much,” she whispered.
She moved her hoof to his stallionhood. Button gasped, feeling lightning-like sensations ripple through his body at her touch. She carefully stroked him, gently coaxing the young colt out of his sheath for the first time.
Button’s breaths came in short, shallow gasps. He never felt this way before, so warm, so tense, yet so… wanting. It was wrong. Scary. But he wanted more. More of… this.
His stallionhood grew and grew.
“There he is,” she whispered into his ear. “I’ve needed yours for so long… I’ve missed you so much.”
‘She thinks I’m Dad,’ Button thought to himself. ‘Should I stop this?’
He thought about the teary nights. The nights of Button’s Mom carrying a half filled green bottle around the house. The nights being awoke in the middle of the night to Mom’s muffled cries.
She had been doing so well recently. And she had a bad night.
Button thought, maybe it’s better to set my own discomfort aside for Mom tonight. She really misses Dad.
“I missed you too,” he said.
“Take me,” she whispered. She laid back and flopped her hindlegs apart in a way that she probably thought was graceful and sexy.
Button stood on all four hooves on the bed, fully erect. Wanting her. But this… this was… wrong. But… he had never done something like this before. He moved to between her legs, and saw his Mom’s bright pink pussy for the first time.
When ponies don’t wear clothes most of the time, you see the occasional butthole, balls, or vagina. It was just something you didn’t think or talk about out of public courtesy. But this was different. Her mareclit was winking out eagerly, like a lighthouse ushering a ship to shore.
Button moved himself up and placed his cock at his Mom’s entrance.
“Are you sure about this?” Button asked.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I need you.”
Button gulped hard.
“I love you, Mom.”
He then plunged himself deep inside her. Button’s mom gasped and groaned at the sudden forceful push inside her. Button gasped, feeling the slippery, tight sensation that felt like it was massaging every inch of his horsecock.
“Fuck me,” she begged.
Button began to thrust, seeing his mom in a new light that he had never seen before. He pushed deeper and deeper, feeling the pressure around his groin growing and tensing with each new push. He felt like his dick was melting inside of her. He pulled his hooves down to her sides to pull her whole torso in closer as he thrusted. His mom gasped and moaned with each thrust. Calling out his father’s name with each thrust.
Then, he could take no more. His body gave into its most primal instincts, and unleashed everything that he could give inside of his mother. He rolled to the side, curled into a ball, and began to feel the weight of his actions wash over him.
He rose from bed. His mother laid peacefully asleep. He tiptoed hoof by hoof out of the bedroom and into the shower. He let the scalding water try to wash the sweat, scent, and sins off of his coat. To his dismay, he exited the shower feeling dirtier than he went in.
He went downstairs, grabbed a bowl. A box of Cheerilee-O’s and their bag of milk from the fridge before sitting down at the table. He poured the cereal into the bowl and stared into it. The images in his head couldn’t escape his mind’s eye. He felt… He felt..
“Good Morning!”
He jumped in his seat.
“Morning, Mom.” he said, surprised she was there, as well as shocked to see her in such a chipper mood. “How are you feeling?”
“Well, a little hung over,” she said. “But I had the most wonderful dream last night. So I think I can push through the day.”
She sat down at the table, sitting across from her son. A wide smile filled her face.
“I swear, you’re looking more and more like your father every day, you know that?”
Button chuckled.
“I think you said that yesterday, Mom.”
“Hm,” she said, rising to her hooves. “I think I’m going to make pancakes. I’m in a good mood. How does that sound?”
“Great,” he said, looking down and studying the small droplets of clear fluid absorbing into his Cheerliee-O’s.
