Inebriated Incident

Button Mash stepped off the train, a cool spring breeze blowing across him. He quickly left the station and made his way through Ponyville, doing his best not to look like he was hurrying. After all, there was no reason for him to rush.

Ever since winter break, the young stallion had found himself nearly obsessed with his mother. Time and again, he had dreams of them having sex so vivid, he would swear it was real. Whenever he masturbated, any girl he started fantasizing about would eventually turn into her. Several times, when he was at a party and talking to a young mare, Button would start comparing them to his mother, and find them disappointing.

While all that was part of the reason he was rushing home, it was not the main part. The big reason he was hurrying home was because of a letter he had gotten from Cream Heart. Specifically a part near the end that said, "Would you come visit me for spring break? I have something important to tell you. It's nothing to worry about, but not something that I can just tell you in a letter. Better to do so face to face."

Even though he was told not to worry, Button could not help it. Why could she not just tell him? His mind ran through all sorts of possibilities, from her having met someone and was getting remarried (which did make him a little jealous) to she having terminal cancer and simply did not want to let him know for as long as possible.

Button Mash came to a stop at the front step. His heart slammed against his ribs, pulse pounding in his ears. His throat felt tight and dry.

Taking a deep breath, the young stallion stepped forward and opened the door.

"Mom?" he called out as he stepped inside.

"Button!" Cream Heart called out from the couch. "You made it." She pushed off the couch and walked toward her son. "So glad to see you."

Button Mash froze, staring at his approaching mother. She was wearing a pair of sweat pants and a tee shirt, which stretched across her breasts (which Button thought had gotten larger since last time), and showed her lack of bra as her nipples could be seen poking against the fabric. It also fell short enough to show off her stomach.

Her round, pregnant stomach.

The young stallion's cock swelled at the sight and thought, quickly growing erect. As the mare came in to hug him, he could feel her breasts and stomach pressing against him. His hips shifted as he hugged back, pressing his bulge against the front of her pants.

"Mom," he finally managed to blurt out. "You're... you're..."

"Pregnant, yes," Cream Heart finished. She took a step back from him, resting a hand on her stomach and rubbing gently.

"How?"

The pregnant mare let out a snort of laughter.

"I explained that when you started puberty, remember?"

"You know that's not what I mean!" Button snapped, stepping back. One hand reached up to run through his orange-bown mane. "Like... who's the father? You didn't mention you were dating anyone."

Cream Heart's gaze shifted, sliding down along Button's front, and stopping at the bulge of his crotch. One of her ears twitched, and her smile grew smaller, but did not vanish completely. As she took a deep breath, she reached out, taking a hold of Button's hand and brings it to her stomach, pressing his palm against the stretched skin.

"That was the other reason I needed to tell you face to face." She took a deep breath. "Do you remember when you came home for winter break, and I came home drunk?"

The stallion's eyes went wide. Memories of that night, of what had thought had been a dream, came flooding back to him. Those combined with the sight of his mother's stomach, swollen with a developing life, caused his shaft to grow more erect, and throb with excitement. His hand slid over the belly, feeling the stretched skin.

"You... you mean... I..."

"You're the father," Cream Heart stated. Releasing his wrist, she placed her hand over his. "I thought it had just been some drunken dream I had, feeling horny, and lonely, and missing you." She looked at her stomach. "But then when I confirmed I was pregnant, I thought about it and... it had to be real."

She looked Button, her blue eyes focusing on his brown ones.

"It has to be you, Button. There has never been anyone else."

Letting the hand go, she moved away.

"I understand this is a shock," Cream said, "and can be a lot to take in." Her grin grew wider as she took a hold of her shirt. "But I think I know something that will help." She pulled it up and over her head.

Button watched as the mare took off her shirt, her large breasts being pulled up by the tight material before dropping free. The young stallion was filled with a desire for them. To touch them. Knead them. To suckle on the large, erect nipples.

Cream Heart's smile grew wider as she caught the look of lust on her son's face. That combined with the noticeable bulge in his jeans, and the pregnancy hormones, and she could feel herself getting extremely wet and aroused with excitement. Taking a hold of her breasts, she lifted them and gave them a gentle stroke, pinching the nipples before letting go. Cream slowly turned around, and walked toward the couch, putting some extra sway in her hips as she did.

"What are you doing?" Button asked, still not entirely able to process all that was going on. Still, he could not help but look at that thick, shapely rear that was moving back and forth in front of him.

Cream came to stop beside the couch, and turned to look behind her. She gave a wink as her thumbs slipped into the waistband of her sweatpants. Slowly she pulled them down, bending over as the garment slid down her legs. The mare then let the pants go, letting them fall to the floor as she supported herself against the armrest. One leg stepped out of the pants as the other gave them a kick, sending them flying at the virile stallion watching her.

"Well you've already gotten me pregnant," Cream replied. "So, It couldn't make anything worse to do it again." She spread her legs and lifted her tail, showing off her nether lips. "Only this time, we're both sober and wide awake." Her hips swayed back and forth, tail moving counter to them. "So we can enjoy it to the fullest."

Bending over, she stuck her bottom out further.

"So, what do you think, stud?"

Button Mash stared at the pink folds and spread nether lips, moving toward it. Almost as if moving on their own, his hands quickly pulled off his clothes, stripping him naked as he reached the presenting mare before him. The tip of his rock hard cock lined up with the dripping wet folds.

It was a week of pleasure that neither of them would forget.