Apogee didn’t want this to end.

…

‘No!’ Delta’s mind snapped, raging against her drowsy inclinations. How many times had she bitterly had to hoof herself off after some two-pump chump stallion rolled over and zipped off to sleep once he’d dumped his load? Was she really about to commit the same selfish act against her daughter? She was better than that. She was a mare.

Delta felt blood rushing back to her head, bringing her back to the land of the living. Restoring her thoughts. Her eyes brightened and opened. She could see her daughter, glowing with pride from having made her mother so orgasmically satisfied… and could see the hint of glee that Delta wasn’t just going to pass out.

Delta smirked back at the kid. Just how had she managed to take such an experienced mare as her on such a ride? It was like Delta was some blushing first-time colt… well, perhaps that wasn’t so inaccurate. Nonetheless, the feisty, experienced barfly in her was beginning to emerge. She couldn’t let such a young pup lead her by the hoof.

It was time to show the kid just how much of a mare her mom could be.

“That was pretty good, kid.” Delta leaned forward, putting a hoof on Apogee’s shoulder as she got her legs back underneath her. With her newfound leverage, she pushed the filly gently backward, making her fall onto her back against the far arm of the couch. “Now let your mom show you how great she can do it…”

Delta was leaning over the filly now, her messy mane hanging down as she looked down into Apogee’s stunned eyes. Apogee hadn’t resisted - but she surely hadn’t expected her mother to take the lead. Nestled there in the couch cushion, her scrunched up, still-wet face framed against the crumpled background of her hoodie, Apogee was the epitome of adorable. Her eyes sparkled with that sense of wonder and excitement, that hint of fear at the situation, but the adrenaline and desire telling her she wanted more.

Delta had seen it in many romantic partners when she pinned them like this, mare and stallion alike.

She loved that look.

Usually, she would bend down, kissing them, stealing that uncertainty and exploding the excitement to all-new levels.

But… that face… Apogee… she couldn’t kiss her own daughter, not like that. It wouldn’t be fair - a kiss could be misinterpreted, could be seen as real love. Not just passionate love. Celestia knew Delta had to break the hearts of many lovers who had mistaken actions taken in the night for something more.

She wasn’t going to do that to Apogee.

So, just as she was leaning in to kiss the filly, just as Apogee craned her own neck up and opened her mouth in expectation, Delta dipped her head, instead planting a kiss on Apogee’s neck… then overtop of her hoodie, where her breastbone would have been… then her belly button… then her lower abdomen.

“M-Mom…” Apogee squeaked, the excitement in her voice rising to a crescendo.

A kiss between her teats - two young, nubile bumps scarcely rising off of her belly. Apogee was as flat-chested as Delta had been in high-school, even her nipples seemed to be the same - two little nubs of sensitive, dark flesh. She let her tongue quickly trace a snaking path over to the left nipple, giving it a few flicks with her tongue.

“M-Mom!” Apogee squeaked, her legs involuntarily shutting a little bit. Delta knew why - the filly had just winked, and didn’t want to gush all over her mother. She’d seen other mares go through the same reaction… always the less experienced ones - they hadn’t figured out yet that a good eating out was going to get wet no matter what… and that the juicy spray was part of the fun.

Speaking of, Delta could now smell her daughter’s pungent arousal, as she laid a kiss on the underside of her left tat, then one more on the nearly bare patch of skin and fur where a tuft of pubic fur should be. She didn’t think the filly shaved… she just hadn’t grown it in yet.

‘Celestia’s teats Apogee is young to be doing this.’ The thought rang in Delta’s head as she approached her final target - her lips deftly touching the dark-yellow skin of her pussy lips, just above her winking sex. But it was like a cargo-container ship steaming into port, or an avalanche barreling down a snowy mountain… she had far too much momentum now to be allayed by any last-second doubts.

“Oh, my Goddess!” Apogee’s yelp peeped out of her at the high end of the filly’s register, accompanied by a ruffling sound as her wings extended fully out of the purpose-made holes in her hoodie.

Delta had just kissed her daughter’s clitoris.

Just like her own, Apogee possessed a well-sized, heart-shaped love nub. It even quivered and protruded in the same way - stretching up and outward like it was desperate for love and attention, barely retreating at all back into its fleshy cave when it wasn’t winking out. She wasn’t quite as large as Delta, but the older pegasus figured years of toying and suckling and exciting the organ would probably explain that.

She leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on her filly’s clit, just barely covering the pink bud with her slick lips, moving them ever so slightly from side to side, like a master painter putting fine details on his work with the lightest of brushstrokes.

“Mmmn!” She certainly was vocal, and antsy. Each little movement was met with some moan and shifting of her body, writhing like she couldn’t stand still under the pleasure. Very cute.

Delta brushed her lips back and forth on Apogee’s clit a few more times, making sure to mix her own saliva in with the filly-cum already gushing about Apogee’s sex, ensuring a thorough coating of the delicate pleasure center… and eliciting more of those cute whines that were like music to her ears.

If Delta knew anything from her own masturbatory explorations of her body, and the kid was anything like her… there would be a super-sensitive spot just on the underside of her clit. One that required more… aggressive actions.

Delta took hold of her daughter’s athletic teenaged thighs, pulling her face deep into Apogee’s cleft, extended her tongue… and dug it in between the protruding clit and the flesh of her vagina, slipping her tongue like a spear to the extremely hidden spot where clit met body.

The reaction was instantaneous.

“Ah! AH! AHNNN!” Apogee’s yelps became shouts, her wings flapping uselessly against the old couch cushions. The filly’s legs clamped inwards, in an effort to either reduce the overwhelming sexual sensation… or lock it in place. “M-MOM!”

‘Didn’t know about this spot, did you, kid?’ Delta chuckled internally, gently continuing to probe the underside of Apogee’s clit. The whole organ was winking spasmodically now, shooting in and out, rubbing itself against Delta’s tongue as if it were the top of a stallionhood’s shaft, grinding itself for more pleasure.

Delta could feel the filly’s inner-lips clenching and extending under her as well, winking out to kiss her chin with wet, sloppy strands of sticky filly-juice. Her winks were powerful and rapid, not unlike Delta’s own, like the kid’s pussy was desperate to be stuffed with something.

That would come soon enough.

‘Now let me take you over that edge, honey.’ Delta grinned internally, leaning forward and pursing her lips, taking the filly’s clit into the suction of her mouth, while still keeping her tongue extended into that secret crevice… drawing every bit of her most sensitive bit out to be stroked by her skillful muscle.

“Ah ah AH! M-MOM… MOMMA! I’M…Mnnnnnghhhh!!!” Her filly got loud when she came.

Out of her peripheral vision, Delta saw Apogee’s wings shoot to their most extended limits, then felt the grasping clench of two hooves digging into the back of her head, mashing her face deeper into her sex, even as the filly’s legs wrapped around her neck, locking her in a deep mother-daughter muff dive.

Splatter after splatter of hot jets of fillycum splashed out against Delta’s chin, coating her neck and chest with Apogee’s sticky lubricant. The amount was surprising, impressive… apparently the two had that in common as well when it came to sexual performance.

“Ahhnnnnnnnnnnn!”

Delta didn’t let up, continuing her suckling, stroking ministration of Apogee’s clitoris, nursing and coaxing the filly to keep her at that climactic peak of pleasure as long as possible, drawing it out and making the filly empty herself, until the exhausted spasms of her daughter’s body began to lose tone and strength - not because her orgasm was ceasing, but because the muscles were too tired to fire as strongly, leaving the girl as a wet puddle of pleasure and weakened, orgasming flesh.

...and just as Apogee’s clenching quivers seemed to be dying off entirely… with precise and skillful timing... Delta slipped down and drove her tongue deep into her daughter’s tight, sopping pussy.

“G-gah!” Apogee tensed up again, arching her back off of the couch. “Y-you’re so much better than daddy!”

‘Filly likes to talk dirty to her coltfriend, too?’ Delta chuckled to herself as she swirled her tongue around the entrance to her daughter’s tight, twisting, fillyhood. The velvet-pink walls were compressing and milking her tongue, demanding more from her as the belt-fed filly began to climb back up from the trough of her orgasmic wave into a second crescendo.

Delta pressed her tongue into the roof of Apogee’s tight cunt, using every bit of her muscles to probe the clenching flesh for the spot that she knew had to be there…

“Ah! Ah! AhhhHHH!”

‘Found it.’

Apogee’s staccato squeals confirmed that Delta had located the hidden patch of ultrasensitive nerve endings that most stallions claimed didn’t exist: the semi-mythical ‘G-spot’. Delta’s tongue knew its way around the patch of quivering pussy-wall; she could utilize many sessions worth of experience to probe and poke it with just the right pressure, just the right intensity.

Her little filly didn’t stand a chance.

“Muh-*gasp*, m-muh… muh….” Apogee’s voice shuddered as her gasping diaphragm prevented her from making more than just the first syllable of her intended cry.

“Muh-mooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!”

Finally, she managed to get the word out as she rolled right into her second orgasm of the night. The filly humped her hips off the couch into Delta’s face with renewed vigor, trapping her mother with her spasming hooves and pressing her more deeply into her filly hood as she rode her mother’s face to completion.

“Y-y-YESSS!!!”

Delta first felt the filly’s pussy clench and swirl around her tongue, as if trying to draw it deeper into the wet tunnel, swirling with enough force to actually pull more of Delta’s organ out of her mouth, something she’d never experienced before. She felt the wink of Apogee’s clit, as the filly’s contraction sent the hot-pink bud booping into Delta’s snout, mashing itself into her nostrils...

Then the flood came. She really was just like her mom.

A huge splash of musky filly-cum shot right into Delta’s mouth, sticky natural lubricant juice that splashed out in every direction with the force at which it struck Delta’s open, cunt-munching muzzle. Then came a second gush, and a third! Each corresponding with a desperate and needy thrust of her hips and clench of her hooves, as if she were trying to facefuck her mother.

Delta could feel the filly’s hot love juice spilling down her chest, soaking her grubby tank-top and plastering her chest fur as it poured down in rivulets to pool on her couch - not the first time it had seen these kinds of fluids, but perhaps the most it had ever seen.

“Uhhhnnn! Uhnnhuh…. Hunghh…” Apogee was almost sobbing now with the force of her orgasm, tears, and emotion from the huge exertion of such a quivering, shaking climax.

It was only now, after what was either the fifth or sixth squirt (Delta had lost count), that she began to slow to a trickle… little burbles of juice spilling out instead of the fire-hose like fountains.

And she started to mewl.

“Mmmm…. M-Mom… w-wow…. I… M-Mom…” Apogee was moaning and writhing, her muscles relaxing as sliding back to rest on the soaked couch, turning into a simple receptacle for the sensations her mother was pouring into her body.

Delta grinned. She knew what to do with a mare in this position - she could eat a lucky filly out for hours, keeping them in this state of worldly bliss… and she was going to do just th-

Delta felt one of Apogee’s sticky, strand-like drips fall off of her chin… and land on something she wasn’t used to having in this situation…

Her rigid, erect, cock-head.

‘Why hello there - almost forgot about you.’ Delta chewed her lip. She could feel that sticky-hot drip of filly cum roll down her glans, sliding under the knobby ridge of her corona… then drip tantalizingly off onto the floor below. Delta carefully extricated her tongue from her daughter’s pussy, letting the filly’s pussy walls do their utmost to grip and retain her while she slipped back out with a little tongue-flick that touched Apogee’s now permanently-winking clit. The action sent a small tremor through the delirious puddle of filly-flesh that had once been the perky kid.

She looked down at herself. It was back, in all it’s raging, erect glory. Standing as tall (or even taller) than it ever had, a fat pink cock-end transitioning through a mottled medial ring back to what now seemed to be quite a girthy, thick base.

It had popped back up so quickly, so unnoticed while she was eating Apogee out. It was almost like a magic trick. Maybe the filly’s musk? Or the hot dripping nectar? Or it could just be the fact that she was eating out a tight, teenage fillyhood… that would probably do it for most stallions, Delta thought with bemusement: not like it’s that much of a mystery.

‘You’re not being as noisy in my head as you were before, little-guy.’ Delta mused. She didn’t hear that same chorus of feral need she had before. Sure, the thing ached, and wanted to be attended to… but her thoughts were her own. It struck her that she was talking… thinking… to her dick.

It had been that kind of night.

‘Pain in my ass thing, getting all stiff again.’ Delta grunted. Leaning back in to continue her meal would make the bobbing, filly-cum coated end bump into the fabric of the couch… it would definitely get in the way… ‘Just what am I gonna do with you?’

As she thought it, she glanced up. Right in front of her eyes, literally inches from her face, was Apogee’s winked-open, drooling, quivering… begging fillyhood. It was actually clenching at the empty air of the trailer, letting off a steamy fog with each grasp at nothingness, as it searched for something, anything to fill it.

Delta felt a pit in her stomach form as the realization struck her.

She couldn’t.

Could she?

She glanced from the tight-little fillyhood back to her knobby pink cock-end. The slit burbling with pre-cum. The throb of her heartbeat in her flesh.

She could just imagine how divine it would feel to sink that thickness into such a slender, velvet love-tunnel… And even more… she could imagine how impossibly amazing it would feel to Apogee at that moment… this kind of timing to receive the fulfillment of being stuffed full of cock when you were in your most desperate, orgasmic need… it was something that mares could only dream of, did dream of!

But… this was the kid. Her kid. Her daughter.

Delta let a hoof fall to her cock, carefully massaging it as she mulled over her dilemma.

Could she really… fuck her? The filly she’d given birth to? Had changed the diapers of? Had bounced on her knee and helped to build her first rocket out of play-blocks?

…

‘...had selfishly abandoned out of spite against her father?’ Delta’s dark inner-monologue quickly interjected. It wasn’t like she was winning any mother of the year awards before tonight.

Fuck it.

Author's Note

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Lest anypony forget just how skilled Delta is when using her usual gear... She just rocked Apogee's world. I think that she'd make even Jet seem like a novice when it would come to her cunning lingual, cunnilingual skills.

Once again, Apogee dodged a damn bullet. I wouldn't ever trust her to keep a secret, she'd be the type of pony to spill the beans and then guiltily come back to you with her ears splayed back, apologizing for revealing your social insurance number to the world.