Gamer at Heart

Later that night, after participating in an inaugural "welcome to the guild" group raid with bl4ckp4l4d1n and the other members, Cream and her mysterious companion had exchanged Harmony usernames and started contacting each other in private messages.

Catalyzed by her heat making her more suggestible and flirty, and his own flirtiness and obvious romantic interest, Cream felt emboldened enough to take charge of the conversation...

G4M3RM0M: Oh, this has all been delightfully exciting, but...I'm sure you wouldn't actually want to do anything with someone as old as me.

bl4ckp4l4d1n: maybe I like a player with a bit more experience. know what i mean?

G4M3RM0M: I think I do, cutie. You want some raiding tips? Maybe a guide on how to get into the secret chamber on the lower floor?

bl4ckp4l4d1n: can't you just tell me a cheat code?

G4M3RM0M: No, I think finding the path for yourself is much more...rewarding. You won't unlock the special ending if you use a cheat code.

bl4ckp4l4d1n: maybe you're right. but that dungeon is probably too high level for me anyway...more experienced raiders could do it a lot better.

After several seconds of silence, during which Button became increasingly nervous at the lack of a response from his potential new paramour, he was stunned into inaction - aside from the thick, dark-brown horsecock that twitched to life beneath the fabric of his boxers - as a gorgeous tableau of bared fur filled his screen. She'd sent him a photo...and it was one Tartarus of a treat!

It only depicted the salacious older woman from the neck to the waist, preserving her anonymity for now, but what a view! A low-cut, black cashmere sweater put a vast valley of creamy-beige cleavage on display, to an extent that would've been considered indecent in any public place. The edges of her broad pink areolae peeked out of the low cut of her sweater, and it would've only taken a brief tug for that struggling clothing to release those huge, heavy, perfectly palm-able breasts from their woefully insufficient imprisonment. A sly, self-satisfied smirk peeked in from the top of the frame, a delicate and pouty pink pair of lips framing her devious grin.

Button was so incredibly distracted by the vision of creamy, matronly perfection that dominated his screen, that he almost didn't notice when a new message came in beneath the delicious, candid, slightly low-res cleavage shot.

G4M3RM0M: The dungeon is more forgiving to low-level players than you would think. I can show you just how lenient it can be~

bl4ckp4l4d1n: i umm
bl4ckp4l4d1n: celestia DAMN you're hot

G4M3RM0M: Charming. :P
G4M3RM0M: I suppose we're dropping the cheesy "gamer flirting," then?

bl4ckp4l4d1n: ma'am, with all due respect
bl4ckp4l4d1n: the fact you're somehow still single is a crime against equestria
bl4ckp4l4d1n: i can barely even string a sentence together after seeing those puppies, let alone flirt

G4M3RM0M: Oh, please don't call me "ma'am", it makes me feel like an old maid. And, well, me being single usually has more to do with my dates spending the evening drooling over my cleavage instead of actually bringing anything interesting to a potential relationship...

bl4ckp4l4d1n: shit
bl4ckp4l4d1n: way to make a guy feel called out, damn, me and my big mouth

G4M3RM0M: Oh, don't feel too bad, I did bait you into that one! Haha.

bl4ckp4l4d1n: yea i guess that's true lol

G4M3RM0M: And besides...you're different from them. Usually, even when a guy can get past his innate desire to ogle my breasts, whenever I mention that I'm a single mom...they usually find a way to "excuse themselves to the restroom" and bolt out the door when they think I won't notice. I don't even want to know what they'd think now, if I had to mention I played online video games. Something about mares being into "stallion hobbies" intimidates them, I suppose.

bl4ckp4l4d1n: damn, that's fucked up. girl gamers are SUPER attractive.

G4M3RM0M: I mean, really, I'm a mother for Celestia's sake. I know when someone is trying hard not to be noticed. If they're afraid of commitment, then the least they can do is be upfront about it and not act like some timid schoolcolt. Immaturity is a massive turn-off.

bl4ckp4l4d1n: does every mom have that sixth sense? i swear it's like my mom's got eyes in the back of her head sometimes.

G4M3RM0M: Wow, bringing up your mom on the first date? Maybe you are a little too immature for me after all...

bl4ckp4l4d1n: a dm counts as a date?
bl4ckp4l4d1n: news to me, haven't we been playing and talking together in deridia for a few weeks now?

G4M3RM0M: It does once I've shown you my tits, bub. Welcome to the post-PONID dating experience.

bl4ckp4l4d1n: ...ah
bl4ckp4l4d1n: so uhh, I guess now that you've shown me yours, i should show you mine? ;P

G4M3RM0M: Well, if a young stud like you is offering, I suppose I can't say no...

'Oh jeeze, am I really about to do this? What if Rumble is right and this really is some creepy old dude catfishing younger guys?' Button thought to himself, although clearly his body was already on autopilot to fulfill her request even as he considered the validity of it. He'd already grabbed his phone off of his desk and started fiddling with the hem of his boxers, struggling to unleash the rampaging ramrod of flesh that had sprung from his loins the moment that this unbelievably hot gamer MILF had sexted him her cleavage. The promise of deepening his relationship with this older mare was more than enough to override any potential second thoughts.

With a grunt of mixed exertion and discomfort, his stiffened, throbbing tool finally escaped its confinement, thudding heavily against the underside of his computer desk. A little more finagling allowed it to rise above the edge of his desk and within full view of his phone camera, a towering minaret of youthful virility that would surely be large enough to deepen the mare's interest by its sight alone. His dark, weighty, overfull orbs rested heavily against the cushion of his seat, and he gripped the base of his thick cock with one hand - his fingers unable to do a full circle around his immense girth - and aimed it at the camera imploringly.

A simulated shutterclick echoed loudly through his room as he snapped a quick photo of himself, made sure his face and room surroundings weren't too visible, and hit Send.

G4M3RM0M: ...DAMN, okay! Now that, I could work with~"

bl4ckp4l4d1n: you can "work" with it? c'mon, babe, I just know I can reach allll the way inside you...

G4M3RM0M: Mmh, fuck, yeah you would. You make my toys look like toothpicks.

bl4ckp4l4d1n: there's no substitute for the real thing.

Another pic popped up on Button's chat client, and it nearly had the poor boy drooling all over himself.

It was an awkward angle due to being "blind fired," but Button could still clearly see his online paramour's curvy, freckled asscheeks spilling out of the top of a pulled-down pair of mom jeans, those glorious glutes squishing into her desk as she stared enticingly over her shoulder at the camera's eye. Button could scarcely comprehend the immensity of what he was seeing; the skinny young mares that were most popular on clopsites had nothing on the mature, breeding-proven body of a top-tier MILF.

A hint of pink visible on her flanks teased him with the possibilities of her cutie mark - did this hot momma have a pink-heart cutie mark in seduction? Because she certainly had the special talent for it...he thought he might start swooning in his seat! The creamy tone of her fur, that silky brown tail nestled teasingly between her thick asscheeks...the familiar color combination had both his brain and his loins screaming at him for attention, though it only took a moment for whatever his brain was trying to tell him to be beaten into submission.

The hand still firmly gripping his base started to glide up and down the underside of his length, drawing a shuddering moan past his lips as a splatter of pre leapt from his tip and cascaded down onto his hand in a waterfall of virility.

bl4ckp4l4d1n: your ass is incredible, but I just know it'd look better with every gorgeous inch bared...

G4M3RM0M: Oh, shush. You know I rock these mom jeans.

bl4ckp4l4d1n: oh, you do, and that ass squishing into denim is a sight I'll be burning into my memory forever, but

G4M3RM0M: But(t)?

bl4ckp4l4d1n: it'd look even better jiggling against my hips while I'm railing the ever-loving Tartarus out of your soft, huggable, fuckable mom-bod.

G4M3RM0M: Damn, bp. Even though that's some of the cheesiest dirty talk I've ever heard, it's still making me so hot...

bl4ckp4l4d1n: oh, yeah?

G4M3RM0M: Knowing that a hung young stud like you, who could have any mare he wants once he whips that monster out...knowing that you still desire an old mare like me is incredibly erotic. My heat isn't helping matters, either.

Button had to reel back in his chair at that revelation, his left hand speeding up the pace of his self-stroking as his interest in the mare skyrocketed. Biting back a moan as his strokes hit a sweet spot around his sensitive medial ring, he clumsily typed a one-handed reply as pre continued to fountain from his tip.

bl4ckp4l4d1n: ...heat? 👀

G4M3RM0M: Hey now, don't go getting any ideas...just because my ovaries are screaming bloody murder at my brain doesn't mean I'll just go along with anything you want like some desperately horny trollop. You're better off not enabling that sort of behavior from mares, anyway. Attracts the wrong kind of girls.

bl4ckp4l4d1n: sooo...railing you is off the table, then?

G4M3RM0M: I said I wouldn't go along with just anything...everyone has fetishes they won't tolerate. Personally, railing me off the table sounds fun to me. 😈

bl4ckp4l4d1n: celestia damn, somepony's eager.

G4M3RM0M: 😘

bl4ckp4l4d1n: a/s/l?

G4M3RM0M: Seriously? What are you, a high-schooler?
G4M3RM0M sighs
G4M3RM0M: You're lucky that you're hot, hung, and good at video games. 43/F/Ponyville.

Button thought his heart might explode out of his chest. That was the same town he lived in, and somehow the fact that she was the same age as his mom just made this digital tryst that much hotter.

bl4ckp4l4d1n: hey, small world. I live in ponyville too. 24/M.

G4M3RM0M: Mmh, now you're giving me ideas...

bl4ckp4l4d1n: you wanna...?

G4M3RM0M: Ooh, it's so tempting, it really is. I could get split open by that beast all night~! But I don't want to risk my son finding out about us.

bl4ckp4l4d1n: oh yeah, why's that

G4M3RM0M: Boys can get so very jealous when their mother gets into a relationship. I don't want it to drive another wedge between us because our relationship is already so strained...

Button mulled that over and it didn't take long for him to begrudgingly agree. His own relationship with his mother was pretty well-worn, and even the thought of her being with some random stallion sent a flicker of burning jealousy and anger through him.

bl4ckp4l4d1n: quarantine hitting the two of you hard, then?

G4M3RM0M: Oh, you don't know the half of it, dear...or maybe you're in a similar situation with your own mother, I suppose. As nice as it is to stay home together, if anything it's caused us to grow further apart into our own social bubbles. Honestly, this whole "online gaming" thing is new territory for me. I grew up with the JoyBoy and Coltequovision, not the crazy VR things they're coming up with nowadays.

bl4ckp4l4d1n: yeah, that situation sounds familiar. i've played my mom's old joyboy now and then. i do have an appreciation for the classics...in multiple ways...

G4M3RM0M: Aww! Flattery will get you many places, dear.

bl4ckp4l4d1n: women just get better with age, I've got no interest in a superficial, vain schoolfilly when I could be screwing our teacher over her desk instead.

G4M3RM0M: Mmh, we could set something up there and find a way to meet, if you want...that does sound really hot. Ever fantasized about fucking Cheerilee?

bl4ckp4l4d1n: gods, haven't I. she was one of my biggest crushes growing up, but you could probably ask any colt in town and they'd tell you the same.

G4M3RM0M: I suppose her friendly and accommodating demeanor is endearing, but she doesn't strike me as the type of mare to jeopardize her career over a hot, sweaty, ride-of-a-lifetime tryst with a former student...even if they've got a bludgeon like yours attached to them.

bl4ckp4l4d1n: damn, way to bring things back down to earth. i hate that you're right but it doesn't make me want her any less. forbidden fruit, y'know?

G4M3RM0M: The allure of taboo can be addictive, I'd agree. Any other older mares you've had your eye on?

bl4ckp4l4d1n: umm. my mom.

That got Cream's attention pretty fast. Allure of taboo, indeed! Her mind raced at the implications - contrary to many non-pony races like minotaurs, incestuous relationships were fairly normal in Equestrian society, but many preferred not to discuss it openly. Even though it was mostly accepted, with each pony race having their own reasons for doing it, there was still an undeniable shock-value to learning that a strapping young stallion like him had the hots for their own dam. How could she ever hope to compete with bl4ck's love for his mother, the strongest of all emotional bonds?

Was she just a stand-in for a mother who was unreceptive to the idea of giving all of herself to her son? A desperate imitation of the real thing, to cope with his true desires being unattainable?

G4M3RM0M: Wow. Go big or go home, I suppose.
G4M3RM0M: bl4ck, I need to know. What is this? What are we? Are you just using me as a stand-in because you can't be with your mother?

bl4ckp4l4d1n: uhm. maybe? I guess I'd never thought about why I was so into older women before, but I guess my mom is to blame. you are an amazing mare and I'd be honored to be with you regardless of any feelings I have for my mom, though.

G4M3RM0M: I must admit, I thought that question might make you run off, but I'm glad you're so mature and aware of your feelings. I love a guy who's in touch with himself.

bl4ckp4l4d1n: what's that, you love a guy who touches himself? here...

Hastily, so as not to jeopardize his comedic timing, he held his phone camera facing him and captured a quick video of his hand gliding across his throbbing mare-splitter.

It was only after he hit send that he realized his sloppy phone-holding had left his face in the video near the end.

Cream slapped a juices-coated hand to her mouth as the face of the strapping young stallion she'd been sexting was finally revealed.

The room felt like it was starting to spin. Her face lit up in an increasingly large blush the longer she stared at the looping video, unable to process the fact that the absolute monster of a dick that she'd been drooling and damn near fisting herself over for the past several minutes was her son's.

And that he was probably getting himself off to those candid pics of her thick, sexy body, too...just down the hall from her, in his room. She'd thought he'd been unusually quiet tonight, and now she knew the reason. Her.

G4M3RM0M: wHAT?!
G4M3RM0M: BUTTON?!

Button's eyes widened, a pit forming in his stomach as his jerking motions froze immediately. He knew his name, how could she...even...

Tan coat. Brown mane. Lives in Ponyville. Same age as his mom.

'Ohh crap.'

Button only had a moment to tuck his unwieldy, stiff, pre-coated cock back into his boxers before his mother charged into his room and slammed the door behind her, an unreadable expression on her face as Button whirled in his seat to face her. The two of them were equally disheveled, hastily redressed into the bare minimum of decency following what both of them knew the other had been doing moments before. Cream's eyes kept wandering down to the heavy tube of flesh that strained visibly at the thin material of her son's hopelessly outclassed boxers, her mind's eye constantly flashing back to images burned into her brain by lust; every hot, tense, pent-up inch of that young, studly prick standing tall in Button's message, and the heady, irresistible scent of his musk from his laundry. A musk that, she now realized, had utterly filled his room from his interrupted bout of self-pleasuring, sending her hormone-driven instincts into such a frenzy that she could feel herself starting to cramp and wink with sheer need.

Her brain screamed at her to run, to escape the screaming banshee of fertility that would only gather in strength the longer she remained there...but she had ignored its wants for so long that now, freshly unleashed, it was far too powerful to stop. She loved her son, and would do anything for him - just as he would do anything for her. She only had to hope that "anything" included the intimacy and companionship that she had been deprived of for so long until now.

Words tickled Button's throat as she slowly began to approach him in a hip-wiggling strut, an impish and unbelievably hot smirk on her face as she closed the distance.

"M-m-mom, I just-" The stuttered beginning to some halfhearted excuse for his behavior died the moment that his mother darted forward and locked lips with him, the pair's eyes sliding shut as they reveled in the fulfillment of their raging sexual tension.

Their disengagement was much slower and more sensual; less hurried, now that Cream had gotten the point across that his youthful, selfish desire for every part of her was not just accepted, but welcomed.

The ancient Equestrian laws, even if few referenced them and fewer still even remembered they existed, were still thoroughly in effect today...not that either pony cared at this point. If the young colt's sire was no longer willing or capable of satisfying the dam's needs, then it was the colt's right - nay, his duty - to see to it that all of her needs were met in his sire's absence. This "breeding right" was largely archaic now, a relic of an era where mortality rates were higher and life expectancies shorter, but...whether he knew it or not, Button fully intended to exercise that right tonight, and Cream was more than willing to let him.

"You don't have to say anything more, my poor, pent-up son. I'm sorry that I let both of us stew in such agonizing tension for so long...let me make it up to you." Cream said huskily in his ear, before sliding herself down until she was kneeling in front of his chair with his crotch at eye-level.

"Oh, shit..." Button panted, seeing the writing on the wall for where this was headed and definitely liking the idea. He lifted his hips out of his seat a bit as Cream hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, slowly dragging them down his waist as if she were teasing open a birthday present. Her eyes got wider and wider - and her jaw lower and lower - as each girthy inch of his stiff length was revealed, the waistband still not releasing its hold even as the exposed flesh surpassed a foot in length. A few inches later, and fifteen or so inches of steel-hard, studly endowment finally freed itself, whipping upwards in an arc that deposited a fat dollop of milky pre onto Cream's nostrils as it swung up and meatily smacked against its owner's abs.

"By Celestia's fat fucking tits, Sweetie Belle is a moron for not grabbing onto this damn thing and never letting go..." She whimpered in astonishment, the musky odor of the pre that coated her nose nearly making her brain short-circuit from sheer desire. She planted her snout greedily into his heavy, churning cumsacs, which twitched and pulsed with virility beneath her desperately eager attentions. Heart-shaped pupils rolled into the back of her head as Button comfortingly pet her mane, eager to reward her for submitting herself to him so eagerly. She greedily inhaled his heady, cloying musk as her tongue lapped eagerly at his nuts, lathering him in her saliva as her taste buds buzzed with his erotic flavor.

"Mmh, I'd almost forgotten the taste of a stallion..." She panted out between fervent lappings and licks as she stared up into Button's eyes, the sheer lust and devotion in them, mixed with motherly pride and admiration, sending an excited shiver down his spine. Her tongue drew upwards, massaging the underside of his length in a firm, continuous lick that made his legs shiver in pure, unrestrained ecstasy.

Button leaned back in his gaming chair as her lips caressed his glans, teasing the rim of his thick flare as she gazed needily and lovingly up at him. Her eyes slid closed as his head tilted back, breaking eye contact and allowing her to focus as she brought her long-dormant talents to bear on her son's steel-hard dick. One hand gripped at his muscled hip for purchase as her other gripped him around his base just behind his ring, her fingers utterly incapable of encircling that girthy root. It still gave her enough control over the situation for her to sink the top few inches of his length into her hot, tight, accommodating throat, an obscene bulge forming in her neck from the sheer size of Button's endowment.

She moaned like a strumpet around her son's cock as it throbbed in her throat, bucking against its clenching confines as it deposited its first thick, salty gout of pre right into her esophagus. Button could feel his toes curling and vision going white as more and more of his fat fuckstick disappeared into his mother's warm, loving maw, the tightening knot of orgasm already beginning to build in his core as he ran his fingers through her vanilla-scented mocha mane. The warm, comforting, homely aroma of her shampoo and natural scent intermixed with a thick, cloying undercurrent of spicy cinnamon, brewing a confusing mixture of familial and erotic love within him that was threatening to overflow in the most literal way possible.

Every moan she made rattled Button to his core, the vibrations doing far more to drive him closer to the edge than any sex-toy simulacrum could ever hope to match. He felt his balls start to tighten and clench as fizzling sparks of ecstasy tickled at his brain, before, with a reflexive upward buck of his hips and a guttural whinny of pleasure, he unleashed himself into Cream's loving, wanting throat.

"Unh, oh f-fuck!" Button swore through clenched teeth as he felt himself flare in her throat, the thick bulge of his cock in her throat becoming obscenely visible as his widened head properly tested her limits. Said limits were tested even further when Button slung one leg across her back and pulled her in more firmly, allowing him to slide himself the tiniest bit deeper as his pulsing battering-ram of lustful flesh assaulted her defenses.

Her nostrils flared in desperation for air, but found none as his heavy pulses continued to blast every milliliter of his release directly into her stomach with reckless, endorphin-fueled abandon. After what seemed like an eon, Button's thick emissions tapered off to a trickle as Cream continued to massage his underside with her tongue as best she could. A bloated feeling rose in her gut, the heavy weight of the load in her belly settling like a warm meal even as it gave her a slight paunch.

Her heart-shaped pupils gazed lovingly into Button's own panting, derp-eyed, glassy stare as she drew herself upwards off of his length, interrupted by a pleasured yelp that gave him one last bolt of post-coital pleasure as an errant spurt bathed her maw in his flavors, finally giving Cream her first real taste of her son. And she loved it...both for its taste, and the colt - nay, the stallion - it was from.

They separated with a sucking pop, Cream taking a moment to savor his essence like a fine wine before gulping it down with a breathy, satisfied ahh. She displayed her impressive oral feat to him proudly, eyes shining with lust and adoring devotion while she showed off her clean maw. Without wasting another moment, Cream shakily got to her feet and stumbled over to Button's bed, flopping down onto it face-up as she shamelessly fingered herself before him. Swollen and reddened, her aching cunny leaked steadily onto his bedspread as she gripped part of his sheets and brought them to her nose. The smell they contained was potent; concentrated, heavy, unmistakably male. Staring intently into her son's enraptured eyes as she withdrew her fingers from her sopping-wet slit, she crooked her finger at him imploringly while licking her lips.

"Mmh, Button, please...Mommy's heat is killing her, just make it go away..." Cream moaned in desperation, the hand that had once been gripping his sheets now groping and squeezing at one of her own sweater-covered, milk-leaking breasts as she openly fingered herself through her unbuttoned jeans on his bed.

Any inkling of Button's exhaustion, any hint of a falter in his rampant sexual energy, evaporated in an instant the moment that his mother made such an indecent, scandalous request of him. Without wasting any time, Button clambered onto his bed, his stiff length swinging heavily beneath him as his hefty orbs swayed with untold volumes of seed just waiting to be unleashed - to be deposited, lovingly and enthusiastically, into a mare who he'd establish a life, love, and legacy with. That that mare might be his mother made no difference to him; she loved and adored him, certainly not in a way most mares would love their sons, but in a pure and all-consuming way nonetheless. Even now, the two ponies felt their hearts race as they gazed into the other's eyes, blood rushing in their ears as their stares mutually wandered across the other's body. What else could that be but love, a sign of a deep and intense connection that transcended description?

Potential ramifications be damned - if it was right for the young, strapping stallions of ancient Equestrian society to consummate and elevate the strongest bond known to ponykind into a romantic, deeply fulfilling, and unabashedly erotic relationship, then it sure as Tartarus was right for Button Mash, too.

"Come to me, my son."

And Button obeyed.