His mother's heavy sweater-stretchers had been the subject of his fantasies more often than anything else - his obsession with those soft, squishy, milk-filled globes that played such a large role in his early development having all its barriers battered down by her open invitation to grope and suckle them; to give them the level of worship that her gloriously hefty, life-giving bosom demanded of him.

Scarcely wasting any time, Button gripped the hem of her woolen garment and pulled upwards until it rested bunched-up at her shoulders, then buried his face shamelessly between those milky mountains as his steel-hard, spit-slickened member throbbed and spattered pre insistently against her soft belly. Her tight, flattering mom jeans met a similar fate as they were slipped down her legs and thrown to the floor next to his bed. His tongue quickly gathered up her firm, rubbery nipple in his maw as long-dormant coltish instincts surged to the forefront, her milk filling his belly with warm contentment and a fresh surge of stamina. "Mmh...oh Button! That's it, drink all of mommy's milk...it's yours, it always has been...it was just waiting for you to come back to me..." She panted silkenly in his ear as he felt her legs wrap around his back, assuring no escape from his mother's loving and all-giving embrace - not that the colt ever wanted to leave it!

Pulling his hips back, Button prodded cautiously at Cream's entrance with his thick, knobbled flare, testing the waters as their mutual anticipation skyrocketed, overflowing like a tsunami as both of them found it impossible to resist the temptation any longer - his hips snapped forward in concert with hers, sinking himself into his place of origin amid a crescendo of satisfied moans and groans in a single, monolithic, life-changing moment that felt as if it lasted forever, yet had passed in the briefest of moments.

Button's lips pulled from her leaking teat and lunged up at his mother's gasping maw in a desperate surge of emotion, their tongues meeting each other in their first true kiss as lovers as the taste of her own milk filled her mouth, swishing between them and leaking out in trails down their chins through the imperfect connection. His length sank deeper and deeper into her, plumbing its way into her wanton, clenching depths as her plush labia caressed every inch of his thick tool as it entered. Her wide hips wiggled and shuddered beneath his, making the springs of his mattress creak as her legs clenched harder around his waist and her fingers scraped trails down his back. Her plush breasts compressed firmly into his bare chest, covering him in her milk in stark white patterns that squished wetly between them.

He hadn't even sunk himself fully into her, and already she felt so deliciously stuffed by his dense battering ram of youthful vigor, already spreading her wider and deeper than any other stallion she'd ever lain with, even the one who'd created him.

With a muffled pop, the dull slap of their hips finally meeting, and the heavy thud of his fat nuts against her clit, Cream moaned deeply into their intense Prench kiss as Button finally hilted himself as deep inside her as he could ever reach. The bump of his cockhead just barely nudged the opening of her cervix, and his broad girth stretched her deliciously wide but not painfully so - in other words, an utterly perfect fit, as if the two of them were fated to fit together like a key in a lock.

That beautiful, perfect thought drove her over the edge instantly, a hot flare of ecstasy that sent her eyes into the back of her head and her walls aflutter as her tongue went still in Button's mouth, unable to reciprocate while her brain short-circuited and fired on all cylinders at once. A strained groan left Button's throat as he struggled not to empty himself into his mother's womb, his humping falling still as he rode out the relentless, crashing waves of her orgasm, every inch of her steaming-hot insides rippling, clenching, and pulsing around him as her walls begged and milked him desperately for the thick, virile seed that her body knew he had stored up for her. Her thick, vanilla-and-cinnamon flood filled his senses as it flowed like a river around the place of their union, sure to indelibly soak his sheets and mark his place of rest with his mom's most intimate of scents.

The muted plaps of fur on fur evolved into wet, messy schlicks and slaps as Cream's orgasm died down, and Button resumed thrusting as he broke off the kiss, panting and gasping for air as the two of them stared into each other's loving, lust-addled eyes. "Mmh, baby, yes! Fucking fill me, Button honey! I need your love so much...it's so deep and so big inside me, I think I'm losing my-ahhh!" Her panting, lust-addled demands trailed into a shocked gasp as Button really started going to town, burying his face in her shoulder as he furiously thrust himself into her, so vigorously that she lost track of where one thrust ended and the other began. He'd rarely heard his mother swear before, and the loss of her inhibitions because of him was enough to finally drive him to his peak.

With a heavy snort into her ear and a deep whinny of dominance, Button slammed himself balls-deep one last time as the first bulge of his load strained against her entrance like a stepped-on garden hose. Her nails dug deep into Button's back as the tension continued to build, until, as his lips locked with hers once more, the dammed flood unleashed.

Masculine groans and grunts blended with feminine pants and screams as his essence blasted through her cervix and splattered into the back wall of her most sacred, fertile depths with enough force to send her careening over the edge once again. Every nerve in her body vibrated with erotic energy as she clenched and milked at his length in rhythm with his pumps, drawing every last drop out of those clenching, twitching nuts that rested against her entrance with enough efficiency to make Button rhythmically thrust to match her rhythm.

Her relentless sex drive purred like a contented lioness as its nearly two-decade drought was finally appeased. Her slightly chubby, matronly belly pushed out against Button's abs insistently as her womb swelled with her son's comfortingly warm seed, their tight embrace grinding and humping against one another in a scalding-hot knot of primal passion as son bred mother.

Nopony else would ever be enough for the two of them, now - not when a mutual love so whole, intense, and passionate was shared so completely between them. They had been inseparable as mother and son, but the bond between them now was as everlasting and durable as forged manasteel. The spirits of ancient Equestrian couples smiled down upon their union, the intensity and instinctual rightness of such a primal pairing reaffirmed in the modern age, even if nopony else but them would ever know.

That moaning, quivering, shifting knot of flesh finally stilled, the bedsprings issuing one last cry of protest as Button slackened atop her, their locked lips separating once again as they gazed into each other's eyes. Little needed to be said, then; the two simply basking in the ecstatic, heart-pounding, head-fuzzying afterglow as they snuggled into each other. Button remained hard as diamond inside her despite reaching his second orgasm, his youthful energy proving him to be utterly insatiable once his urges were given an outlet. An involuntary, contagious shudder rolled through the two of them whenever one twitched hard against the other, the thickness of his length keeping her well-and-truly plugged.

"I love you...so very much, Button..." Cream whispered to him, running her fingers through his mane as she basked in the warm contentment of her filling.

"Mmh...I love you too, mom. Cream." Button corrected himself quickly, a thrill of rebellious unfamiliarity tickling his brain. Even though she was his mother, the one woman who'd been a constant in his life from the very beginning, her actual name felt unfamiliar on his tongue...casual, improper, intimate. But it fit what was sure to be the new normal for them in the weeks, months, and untold years to come - a complex, inter-generational romance of overflowing love that built upon, and yet wholly transcended, the typical bonds between a mother and her child.

But, at that moment, neither of them would've had it any other way.

Some months later...

"Dodge h-his attacks moooore, guys, c-c'mon..." Button groaned into the mic through clenched teeth, doing his absolute best to focus on the raid even as his vision blurred and head spun with ecstasy.

"What d'you think I'm bloody doin', you nonce?!" Came the reply from pips, his frustration plainly audible as he was downed by the boss for the Nth time that night.

"Oh f-fuck!" Button swore, one hand reaching beneath his desk as his hips jerked in his seat. Conveniently, his outburst didn't merit an explanation, as the boss had utterly annihilated his health bar with a charged attack while he was distracted.

A mature giggle vibrated around his throbbing tool, twin milk-slickened mammaries mercilessly massaging his length as Cream fellated the top few inches of his dick reverently. Button lovingly caressed her mane with one hand as the other did its absolute best to fly across his keyboard and occasionally nudge his mouse, relentlessly circle-strafing the boss in an attempt to avoid its attacks while the rest of the guild continued to press onward against the giant, draconic-looking monster.

"Mmh, that's it, my sexy paladin...keep hitting that boss, you're almost at the climax." Cream purred, pressing her heavy globes more insistently around his throbbing base as his balls pulled up to the underside of her rack, swinging up into her jiggling mounds of flesh with faint, milk-dampened slaps. "Coat me in it, baby...I need to feel your love all over me..." She whispered, below the level that Button's still-hot mic could pick up. His breathing came hotter and heavier into the mic as his eyes unfocused, and the onset of his orgasm struck him like a lightning bolt in a raging storm.

His free hand balled into a fist that slammed loudly into the top of his desk, a heavy huff of exertion mixed with a domineering, angered whinny as his first thickened, virile gout of release splattered into his mother's relentlessly and ravenously hungry maw. Once again this outburst was well-disguised by the events of the game, as his character was felled yet again by one of the boss's savage attacks.

"Damn dude, you're really having a bad time today, huh?" singerbelle said, mirth audible in her voice as she only partially withheld her giggling. That humor was cut short as she, too, was squashed flat by the boss the very next moment. "Ugh! Who the hell balanced this fight?! This is bullshit!" She swore, any trace of laughter swiftly replaced by aggravation.

Button scarcely even heard his female guild member's comment as his legs wrapped around Cream's shoulders and his hands gripped the edge of his desk hard enough to make the wood creak. Forcing his mare-splitter neck-deep into her clenching, bulging esophagus, each thick spurt was fed directly into her stomach as the young stallion, now utterly lost to the world and subsumed into his own lusts, completely ignored the game.

His legs slackened from around Cream's back as his orgasm continued, allowing her to quickly dredge his fountaining length from her throat as it bucked, twitched, and throbbed, splattering its payload across her tits in a salty-sweet smear of virility and fertility in equal measure; one which Cream eagerly lapped up from her fur even as her son continued to streak her face with his seed. Trails of his release ran down her neck, chest, and belly in stark white lines, staking a further claim on her swollen midsection even as it burgeoned heavily with nascent life.

Before Button could even fully appreciate the tantalizing sight of his pregnant paramour, front glazed in a stark white mixture of their fluids, Cream shifted positions beneath the desk, and the show she gave him nearly made him dislocate his own jaw from ogling.

Her bodacious, matronly, freckled, impressively firm ass and knockout set of hips had been the subject of many fantasies both before and since the start of their deepened relationship, but the second pregnancy of her life had only refined her droolworthy curves. A pair of head-sized, back-straining milk jugs rested heavily on her chest, leaking constant trickles of milk into whatever she wore, while her hips and ass were so utterly captivating to gaze upon that Button found himself drooling like an idiot even now, unable to find the words to describe how much he craved her lower half.

From the way her drooling slit was presented to him, reddened and taut and hungry, Button knew he needn't waste any time with foreplay - and with a double-palmed grip on her hefty flanks, pulled her towards him as his own hips surged forward into her wanton, aching tunnel.

He'd had to start taking stamina-boosting supplements more and more as her pregnancy progressed - it seemed as if every pent-up desire of hers had just been waiting for the right key to be unlocked, and it turned out that a flood of pregnancy hormones had been the key. Now that Button had opened that Pandora's Box of horniness, he wasn't sure whether he wanted it close or not! She was like a mare possessed, a starving succubus in the shape of his mother who relentlessly coaxed more and more from his aching nuts, in her body's apparent hope of becoming more pregnant despite such a thing being functionally impossible.

Those irresistibly thick, twin mountains of ass slammed down onto Button's hips with the resounding applause of flesh-on-flesh, a groan of eye-rolling ecstasy sounding out from underneath the desk as Cream couldn't help but vocalize her pleasure. Fatty flanks rippled and swayed like a waterbed before his very eyes, leading him to swat each with firm spanks while she shuddered against him, depths fully impaled save for the bit that couldn't quite reach through the heavy globes of her glutes.

The pale brown freckles dotted haphazardly across her rear danced and swayed in sensual patterns that his eyes tracked with a devotion that neared religious levels. Every inch of his dear mother was perfect, both inside and out, and every intimate moment he spent with her only reinforced this fact. Even with those stamina supplements, no male could ever resist the appeal of such a view for long - though for Cream, she was so sensitive that he barely even needed to try to get her off during these sweaty, spontaneous, ravenous midday romps.

A thought that solidified itself in reality rather timely; with a sudden squeal of climax that definitely came across over the mic, Cream clamped down on him like a greedy milking-machine - almost literally pulling another load from him with the sheer, tangible force of her desire alone.

His back arched forward until his forehead bumped the desk, muscles going haywire as every effort in his body narrowed to the laser focus of emptying himself into this ravenously willing mare ceaselessly milking his cock. Groaning in ecstasy as he swatted her across the ass one last time, Button pushed forward and held himself there as he blew the latest of countless loads into his face-down, ass-up paramour. Her belly swelled gradually with his load until it overcame the seal that his girth provided around her tight entrance and splattered to the floor beneath them in a messy stream of their mixed essences, the plug that sealed away her cervix leaving it nowhere else to go but out.

Cream went slack as her head hit the floor, a puddle of drool forming near her maw as she softly caressed her belly, humming softly in contentment.

"Uhh, hey bro, ya think ya could stop dicking your marefriend long enough to help us finish this? Super rude. And gross." ready2rumbl3 piped up, a mixture of annoyance and bemusement evident in his tone as his pegasus rogue character delivered a flying kick to the boss's scaly face.

"Oh, thank Celestia! I thought I was gonna have to be the one to tell him. You really know how to make a filly jealous, Black. Damn." singerbelle added, a sly giggle leaving her lips as Button remained awkwardly silent, not sure how to even respond. He tore his eyes away from his mom's cum-stuffed crevice long enough to focus back on the game he'd abandoned, and stuttered out a brief apology before hopping back into the fray.

With a chorus of triumphant whoops and cheers, it seems Button had joined back in just long enough to see the end of the fight; the boss thrashed around as the last of his health bar faded away, victorious fanfare playing as a list of rewards and an after-action status report scrolled across their screens.

"Sooo..." pips began, obviously leading into one of his usual quips - and the Trottingham-accented lad was never one to disappoint. "I'm guessing that means the wedding's on, then?"

"PIIIIPS!" The group chorused disappointedly, though none of them could hold back the contagious wave of laughter at his remark. Even Button couldn't help but chuckle self-deprecatingly.

"Some of my best mates are on the dev team...I could pull some strings, shine some horseshoes. Just say the word and I'll do my damnedest to make it happen. You and Gamermom will be making game industry headlines!" pips continued excitedly; everyone in the group he could tell he was literally vibrating in his chair at this point with excitement.

A brief shock of fear ran through him as he gazed down at his prone, well-fucked mother, fearing the potential consequences if ponies less than understanding about their relationship got word of the two of them...for it to be official, they'd have to break their anonymity, right?

"Uhh..." Button began hesitantly, worry plain to see in his voice.

"If you're worried about things staying private outside of the in-game ceremony, I'm sure Deridia would uphold their usual standard of player secrecy and never disclose such information publicly!" pips said reassuringly, doing his best to convince Button of the validity of his idea. "Think about it, bl4ck. This would be a huge positive message for the power of online games like Deridia. Maybe we'd even get "games are ruining the youth" grouches like Chancellor Neighsay off the backs of the industry!"

"Bleh. Not likely. That old spoilsport is about as understanding and open-minded as Prince Blueblood, and that's saying something! Pfft!" singerbelle decried, blowing a raspberry into the mic to emphasize her point.

"Err...anyway. What d'you say, Black?" pips finally asked.

The silence in the call was palpable after his question, the three other players waiting with bated breath for what bl4ck's response would be. With a hesitant and unsure grimace, Button shuffled awkwardly in his seat a bit before responding. "I'll talk to her about it, yeah? I do love her a lot..." He answered, at last giving his online friends a straight answer.

"Fantastic! Let me know what you decide. I'm sure I speak for all of us when I say we've got nothing but best wishes for the both of you." pips responded enthusiastically.

"Yeah, totally! And maaaybe a little envious..." singerbelle muttered.

"W-what was that, Belle?" Button stuttered in confusion.

"N-nothing!" She stuttered, audibly embarrassed. pips and rumbl3 couldn't help but roll their eyes, both of them having a pretty good idea of what she'd said.

"Totally bagged a smokin' hot MILF, bro. Make sure to treat her right. Wasn't convinced before, but she's legit." ready2rumbl3 congratulated, though the dead silence following his statement telegraphed everyone's mutual disbelief. "What? I may not have tact all the time, but my momma didn't raise me to disrespect a mare! If you ever break her heart, I'll climb through this screen and kick your tail to the moon and back for being a total dumbass!"

singerbelle sighed tiredly. "Yes, Rumble, because that's definitely the reason we're surprised...you can be such a charmer."

"We are gathered here today to bear witness to the solidification of a truly special bond. Flying in the face of the societal ravages of a pandemic, these two ponies before us have achieved something incredible through a mutual connection to the world of Deridia. In this square, a place where so many of you have hung out with friends, or found new ones, the sun and moon will smile down upon this union. bl4ckp4l4d1n, do you swear upon the sun, moon, and stars that you will take G4M3RM0M to be your mare, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for the rest of your life?"

"I do."

"And G4M3RM0M...do you-"

"Oh, of course I do! Kiss me, you wonderful stallion!" Cream interrupted anxiously, slinging her arms around the paladin's back as she brought him in for a kiss.

The crowd whooped, hollered, and wolf-whistled at the salacious display, though the two of them were quick to break it off before it got improper. There were younger players present, after all!

"Well then! By the power vested in me by the rulers of the Sun and Moon, I now pronounce you mare and stallion!" The priest finished, smiling beatifically as the two embraced each other and waved to the surrounding players, grinning ear-to-ear as they shared an occasional glance. A renewed wave of cheers filled the square, the jumble of voice chat almost deafening to endure, but deeply heartening nonetheless.

pips and ready2rumbl3 both flashed Button a thumbs-up from the sidelines, the two best stallions looking dapper in their formal attire. singerbelle winked salaciously at G4M3RM0M and grinned at the other mare knowingly, sending a flutter of embarrassment through Cream as a blush lit up her face. She banished those thoughts of getting caught screwing on Button's mic some weeks ago to someplace far away, focusing wholeheartedly on the beautiful and extravagant ceremony the developers had crafted for the two of them. They'd spared no expense when it came to asset creation, as their own ceremony would likely spawn a wave of imitators - new couples finding love in the unlikeliest of places, just as they had.

Though very few of those couples likely had quite the same sort of relationship as her and Button...

"Bye Mom! Bye Dad! I'll see you after school, might be hanging out with some friends though!" A creamy orange filly, her messy waves of auburn mane tied back with a hairband adorned with Coltstation controller-button charms, hollered loudly as she trotted out her house's front door. Her eyes shone the same brilliant turquoise hue as her beloved mother, a cutie mark of a directional pad and a heart proudly adorning her flank.

"Okay! H-have a good day, dear!" Cream called back, her gloved hands stuck deep in a sudsy, dish-filled kitchen sink. Many streaks of gray lined her mane, a testament to her advancing age, though the years had been kind to her. Even if they hadn't, Button always found her no less beautiful for it - which was pretty self-evident, with the way he was currently grinding his pant-clad hips against her ass while she worked... "Mmh, Button, Slotty just left, can you settle down at all?" She whimpered heatedly, the hot water her hands were stuck in certainly not helping the wave of heated lust that shivered through her.

"I just can't help it, dear...every time I look at you, or at Save, I fall in love with you all over again." He huffed, reaching up behind her apron to give her shirt-clad breast an appreciative caress.

"Oh, Button..." She whimpered, stripping off her gloves and laying them on the edge of the sink as she turned around to face him, pushing her hips forward into his own as their clothed crotches slid against one another. "Come here, this old momma needs some lovin'."

Button grinned, giving her flanks a hearty grope as their embrace tightened. "Gladly, honey."

Author's Note

(Save Slot is an OC created by unoriginai, I claim no ownership of her!)

Hope everyone enjoyed this salaciously steamy romp, with a lewd-yet-wholesome finisher, as much as I did writing it~

Incest is one of my favorite fetishes but I've never really given myself a chance to write it until this contest catalyzed me into action - I hope I gave it the emotional weight it deserves without detracting too much from the clop (if anything, I hope it enhanced it, heheh~)

If you see any errors in the story, please let me know! Ordinarily, I'd spend more time on editing, but due to both the due date and the fact that I just got my 2nd Moderna dose a couple of hours ago, I wanted to get this submitted before I inevitably get conked out by it.

Thanks for reading!

Swim fast, eat ass!
~RD 🦈