Wetting her Whistle

by Some Leech

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Porn, Windy Whistles, Fetish, Slice of Life, Sex
Length: 1023

Windy Whistles enjoys a quiet morning of solitude...

Having the day off, while her husband is at work, Windy tries to figure out what to do with herself. Unsure of how to wile away her morning, she helps herself to a shower. To be sure, she'll find something to occupy herself...

Kinks Include: A MILF Shamelessly Rubbing One Out

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Published 2020-04-25 20:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-04-25 20:50:01 UTC

A Little Worked Up

Windy Whistles hummed contentedly, keeping her eyes closed as the warm water of the shower cascaded over her. While she would have preferred to wash up with her husband, their schedules hadn’t aligned this day; she’d been able to sleep in, while Bow had gone off to work. It was regretful, sure, but she wasn’t about to complain about being able to take it easy for a change.

Turning the tap, after having rinsed off, she stepped out of the basin and fetched a towel. Besides making some breakfast for herself and possibly doing a bit of laundry, she didn’t have anything planned. As she strolled into her bedroom, leisurely drying her hair, a sudden movement caught her eye.

She paused, looking over at the standing mirror beside the closet. Standing there, water dripping from her naked body, she stared at her reflection. It wasn’t often that she took the time to really look at herself, since she was well past her prime, but she didn’t think she looked that bad.

Covered in a celeste coat, with an apricot and peach colored mane and tail, she wasn’t much different from many mares her age. Sure, she might have put on a little bit of weight over the years, but she was hardly fat or anything - heck, it almost seemed like most of her pudge had been distributed to her chest and rump.

Shortly before delivering Rainbow Dash, her bust had expanded pretty dramatically. She’d been a rather modest B cup, before she was pregnant, but her bosoms had swelled to an impressive set of Ds after she’d become a mother. Even after her daughter had stopped nursing, her breast size hardly diminished at all!

No, her rack wasn’t anything to complain about - no, that issue was quite literally behind her. Turning from the mirror, she peered over her shoulder at her reflection. Her rump, thighs, and hips held most of her weight, having plumped up substantially as she’d aged. Bow seemed to like them, often complimenting her on her assets, though that wasn’t what helped her though the gradual transformation.

Reaching behind herself, she sunk her fingers into her pillowy buns. She’d openly caught much, much younger stallions eyeing her tush before; whether it was while she was out for a jog, when she was shopping, or even attending Wonderbolts events with her husband, she’d seen studs hungrily gazing upon her. Truth be told, it almost always managed to get her worked up and she’d often sate herself with Bow after such occasions.

The thought that she was still attractive enough to entice stallions, especially ones half her age, was supremely arousing. She would have never figured that she’d eventually become a MILF, yet here she was. Wheeling around to face the reflective surface, she cupped one bosom and beckoned at her reflection.

“How about you come over here and give Mama some lovin,” she cooed, as her hand drifted over her belly and to her groin. Caressing her marehood, feeling her finger graze her clit, she shuddered.

“Bet you’d love some of some of this, wouldn’t you?” she purred, widening her stance and spreading her meaty lower lips.

She paused, gazing at her raunchy reflection and feeling her fingers growing moist. There she was, a middle aged mare, acting like some randy filly. Straightening, bringing her hand to her mouth, she licked the nectar from her slender digits. Buck it, she didn’t have anything else better to do that morning, so indulging herself a little couldn’t hurt.

Strutting towards the veranda, she threw the doors open and stepped outside. It was a particularly beautiful day, with the sun warmly shining overhead, and she saw no reason not to enjoy it to its fullest. Gathering up a bit of cumulus, she fashioned a chair for herself and reclined.

Their house wasn’t in the dead center of town, so she doubted anyone would see her basking in the sun - even if someone did spot her, she was hardly one to shy away. Maybe there was some little stud watching, his stallionhood hardening at the sight of a buxom mare sunbathing in the nude. The notion stirred her loins, leaving her hand to drift back to her aching marehood.

Splaying her legs, she massaged her snatch. Yes, if someone wanted to see her getting off, let them. As a perfectly healthy mare, still with wants and needs, and nobody could blame her for enjoying herself. Parting her thighs, she straddled the cloud upon which she sat and rubbed herself.

Maybe she could convince Bow to join her some day. Just the two of them, out on their awning, making hot, passionate love under the open sky. She shivered, imagining how he’d bend her over the rail and plow her like a field in spring. Subconsciously, she steadily plunged a finger into her depths.

There was no way any stallion could ever dream of competing with Bow, though she wouldn’t blame others for lusting after her. Anyone who wanted could be welcome to watch him breeding her, pulling her mane and causing her to howl out in rapture. Her thighs trembled, as she slipped a second finger into her marehood.

Caressing her g-spot, groaning aloud, she looked down to her crotch. Spreading her legs a bit further, ensuring any voyeurs were given a proper view, she grinned. Yeah, getting bow outdoors for some fun was definitely a good idea. Closing her eyes, she rested her head on the makeshift cushion and got herself off.

If a delivery pony or some of the neighborhood teens happened upon her, so be it. They’d be lucky to find a mare as hot as her and she wanted to make good and sure they’d have something to get off to later or even while she put on her shameless display. Peeking out from the clouds, shamelessly stroking themselves while watching the neighborhood MILF play with herself. It would be her pleasure - after all, she doubted there were many women her age who were brazen and hot enough to get them off…