Button Mash stepped out of the warm train car, the cold winter air hitting him like a physical force. The chill quickly filled his nostrils and throat as he breathed in, letting out a puff of white condensation as he exhaled. His ears flicked and shifted, trying to escape the wind. After adjusting his back, Button jammed his hands in his pockets, and left the station. Snow crunched beneath his feet as he walked along the streets of Ponyville. Streets so familiar, he did not even have to think about where he was going.
Like how surprised his mother was going to be at seeing him home for winter break two days early.
As his home came into view, Button picked up his pace. In his imagination, the young stallion could already smell the cocoa and cookies. Could hear his mom humming the tune of some video game of hers. Soon, he was running, the cold burning his lungs with each breath. His tail flicked behind him with excitement as he reached for the door.
Locked!
Button Mash scowled as he reached into a pocket for his keys. This was not how he had imagined it going. He was supposed to come home, walk in, and surprise his mom, who was then supposed to run up and give him a big hug.
As he stepped inside and took off his coat, an idea came to him.
Maybe this was better. His mom would probably be home soon. Button may not have learned enough about cooking to make the cookies on his own, but he did know how to make cocoa, and there was no real skill to heating up canned soup. Not only would she come home to find her son there, but warm food and beverage waiting for her. She would be so thrilled by it all.
Smiling to himself, Button made his way to the kitchen.
Cream Heart set the glass down on the bar, pushing it forward.
"Another."
The bar owner, Berry Punch, looked at Cream for a moment, eyes narrowed as she studied the mare with years of experience as waitress and bartender. Reaching out, Berry placed a hand on the empty glass, and pulled it behind the bar.
"I think you've had enough for tonight, Cream," she said. "I'm cutting you off."
"Noooo," Cream groaned. She leaned forward, putting a hand on Berry's arm. "Come on. Just another drink..." She smirked. "Or maybe two."
A huff escaped the bar owner as she rolled her eyes. After gently pully the hand off, she held up her own.
"How many fingers am I holding up?"
Cream turned to the hand in question and stared. Berry must have been pulling some sort of trick on her, because the fingers somehow shifted and moved, changing back and forth. Sometimes there were three, and others, there were four. At some point, she was pretty sure that there was only the middle one, and at another, it got up to seven.
"It would be easier if you stopped changing it," Cream huffed as she dropped back onto her barstool.
"You've had enough," Berry repeated firmly. "Go home. Get some sleep."
Cream Heart let out a huff, tail flicking in annoyance.
Home. The whole reason that she was here tonight was because she did not want to be at home. Ever since her son had gone off to college, it had just been her, and with just her in the house, it had felt so empty. So lonely. Especially at times like now, when she was in her fertility cycle. It always made her extra emotional, and in this case, feeling extra lonely as she walked around that beautiful, empty house with nothing but memories of her and her Little Button.
Although adding alcohol to the mix probably did not help.
Still, she always had to return to it sooner or later. May as well be now.
Turning off her stool, Cream Heart made her way for the door. Every time she took a step, someone would tilt the entire room, which would make her stumble to the side. It was a mean trick to play, but she was able to leave without too much trouble.
The sound of the door rattling woke Button up. Rolling off the couch, he made his way toward it. There were no clocks he could immediately check to see how late it was, not that he was thinking about it.
His second plan had not gone any better than the first. Button wound up drinking the two cups of cocoa before they got too cold. Figuring that his mother had stopped somewhere for dinner, he ate all of the soup as well. Then he waited as it got late. Then later. And he kept waiting, wondering where she was until falling asleep.
Now, as he made his way toward the door, Button felt a mix of emotions. Considering the time, it had to be his mom. It could also mean that something had happened to her, which had him worried. A larger part of Button believed that she was okay, which gave some relief, but also brought irritation. He had been waiting for her for hours. It also left a small amount of guilt with it, since she had not known that he would be home that day.
Button Mash grabbed the knob and yanked the door open.
Cream Heart stumbled forward, slamming into her son. Her breasts pressed into his chest, and her snout just barely missed hitting him in the chin. Button fell back several steps as his mother hit him, his arms wrapping around her waist to catch her. The smell of alcohol -- which he had become quite familiar with at school -- filled his nostrils.
Cream looked up and let out a gasp.
"BUTTON!" she squealed out, pushing closer against him to give a hug. "What a surprise! I'm so glad to see you, sweetie!"
Button could only turn away, letting out a cough as the smell of alcohol on his mother's breath filled his nostrils.
"You're drunk," he called out. It was a shock to the young stallion. Growing up, he had never seen her drunk before. He had rarely even seen her drink. At most, she would have a glass or two of wine with dinner, and that was normally on special occasions. If he was not seeing her like this for himself, Button would not have believed it.
"I am not!" Cream declared, pushing herself off and standing up. The fact that Button(s?) was pretending to sway back and forth in front of her did not help. "I just had a couple of drinks is all."
She moved to step past him and walk inside.
Only to hit the armrest of the couch and fall over, a small grunt escaping her as she fell against the cushions.
"Who moved the couch?" she nearly shouted, legs kicking as she tried to get back up.
Button let out a sigh of his own, rolling his eyes. Reaching out, he took a hold of her hips and pulled Cream back to her feet. As soon as she got traction, she backed up into him, slamming her ass against his crotch. It made him suddenly realize how large, round, and soft it was.
"Come on," he said as he got a better hold of her. "Let's get you to bed."
"Awww," Cream cooed as she leaned against him. "You're such a good boy."
As they made their way toward Cream's bedroom, she pressed against Button, rubbing her breasts, hip, and thigh against him. The fact it was his mom did nothing to help him ignore the warm softness. At the same time, Cream was noticing how her son had filled out. He was nowhere near as built as Big Macintosh, but there was definitely some muscle tone beneath his skin and coat.
"Oooh," Cream said, squeezing at her son's side. "College seems to agree with you."
"They require you to take a P.E. course," Button replied, not sure what else to say. He kept his eyes forward as he kept walking, ignoring the warmth in his cheeks. The young stallion had been hoping that his development would be noticed, but he was hoping for it to be some hot co-ed at school.
When they reached Cream Heart's room, Cream pushed away and started undressing. Her jacket fell to the floor, quickly followed by her sweatshirt. As she pulled her shirt off, her son turned and started to leave.
"Hold on," she called out before he could get too far. "Before you go, could you help Mommy with her bra? It's a bit hard for me to reach for some reason." A part of which was the fact that she did not seem able to grab the strap in back. Her hands just would not move how she wanted.
"Yeah," Button said after a second. He stepped up behind his mother and gripped the bra. It took longer than he would like to admit, but he managed to undo the hooks. As the final top garment came loose, Button could not help but glance at her breasts as they came free of their confines. He even got a glimpse of nipple.
Cream undid the fly of her pants, slipping her thumbs into them and the waist of her panties. She quickly pulled them off, bending over as she worked them down her legs.
Button froze as he caught sight of his mother's now bare bottom, and even glanced at her nether lips before looking away. He quickly left, making his way toward his own room, and trying his best to ignore the partial erection in his own pants.
Completely naked, Cream Heart dropped onto her bed, and immediately fell asleep.
Two hours later, the mare was awaken by a bladder demanding to be emptied. She quickly got up and stumbled along the hall to the bathroom. After failing to pull down her panties, she realized she was not wearing any and sat down. Cream then quickly got up, lifted the toilet lid, and sat down again. Once she was finished, she headed back to bed.
Only in her still drunk and partially asleep state, Cream Heart did not go to her room. Instead, she made her way to Button's, pulling the sheets aside, and crawling into bed with him. The thought to wonder why someone else was there never even occurred to her. Instead, she pressed against Button firmly, wrapping an arm around him, and throwing one leg over his. Cuddled up, she quickly fell back asleep.
When Button Mash went to his own room, he fought the urge to masturbate to the memories of how his mother looked and felt. Eventually, he did manage to fall asleep, but not a peaceful one. Those memories now took hold of his dreams, imagining what it would be like to feel those curves. Caress flesh. To have their bodies pressed together with no clothes in the way. With the dreams, his shaft grew erect, straining against the boundaries of his underwear.
As Cream took a hold of him, Button shifted, rolling over to face her. The feeling of warm, soft flesh pressing against him combined with the dreams he was having. The young stallion rocked his hips, grinding his length against his mother's crotch and stomach. After a while, his underwear caught enough to slide down, allowing his erection to pop loose.
The tip of the son's now free cock lined up with the mother's slightly open nether lips. With a gentle thrust, the folds parted, allowing the flat head to slip inside, sending thrills of pleasure through the two them.
A small whimper of pleasure escaped Cream Heart as she was penetrated. Her fingers dug into Button's skin as her grip tightened, pulling him closer. Cream pressed her snout against the young stallion, taking a deep breath to inhale his aroma. Instinctively she shifted her hips, taking more of the thrusting length into her. The shaft twitched, causing her walls to squeeze around it.
Button let out a feral snort as his length was engulf by the warm wetness that eighteen years ago had given birth to him. One hand gripped Cream's hip firmly as he continued his gentle thrusts. The young stallion's length was soon buried to the hilt in a mare for the first time in his life.
As the erect cock entered her fully, Cream Heart opened her eyes. She looked at the face of her son, the let her eyes gaze down. The mare took in the nearly naked form of the lean young stallion, stopping at where their bodies were connected. Some part of her knew she should have been upset, or disgusted, but she was not. It had been years since she last had sex, and it felt so good to be penetrated. To be filled. Besides, she had always loved her son. Was it so bad to express it in another way?
She leaned up and gave him a kiss before closing her eyes again, focusing only on the pleasure.
As lips pressed against his, Button Mash opened his eyes. He saw the naked form of his mother, pressing against him. Between being mostly asleep and the fact he had been dreaming about it, the young stallion figured he was still doing so, albeit vividly and with him being aware. Plus, a part of him did not want to admit it was real, seeing as he was finally having sex.
Button braced himself and shifted, pressing closer to the older mare. His hand slid from her hip to her butt, giving the soft flesh a firm squeeze. His hips continued their slow and gentle motions, barely sliding out before pushing forward again.
Cream adjusted her hips and spread her legs wider, giving the stallion better access to her depths, and getting the cock to hit just the right places inside her. She could feel the medial ring teasing her insides, threatening to slip free of her, but never quite doing so. Her own hips moved to match the rhythm, slowly rocking back and forth. Each time the stallion's hips pulled back, the mare's walls tightened, squeezing around the length.
Some minutes past until Button Mash reached his limit. With one last thrust, he buried himself as deep into the mare as he could. The length swelled, locking him in place as he unleashed spurt after spurt of potent stallion seed deep into the mare's fertile depths.
The sensation was enough to send Cream Heart over the edge. A small grunt of pleasure escaped her as she reached orgasm. Her inner walls clamped down around the thick shaft, squeezing and milking it for every possible drop. Her womb greedily swallowed up as much as it could, bringing it back to the very place that had carried the stallion years ago. One that was still fertile, and with an egg waiting to be seeded.
As their climaxes came to an end, the exhaustion and release of tension caused the pair to drift back to sleep.
Once again, Cream Heart awoke to the feeling of a full bladder. As she got out of bed, Button Mash turned over, his underwear slipping over his now flaccid cock and back into place. Once Cream had relieved herself, she made her way back to her own bed.
In the morning, neither of them would say anything, both thinking they had just been dreaming.
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.