Shining Armor awoke to the smell of the city.

His eyes cracked open and beheld the rising sun slowly peeking over the horizon. The windows were open now, likely so the room could air out. Slowly, he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. His body felt sore, some parts more than others, and he felt a distant desire for a shower. He glanced over, unsurprised to see that his mother's side of the bed was empty.

Last night...

No. It was entirely too early to be thinking about last night. Last night could wait until after a shower.

And breakfast.

Last night could definitely wait until after breakfast.

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As it turned out, last night was in the middle of preparing breakfast.

It was such a normal cozy tableau that he very nearly convinced himself that the last night had been some kind of crazy, fucked up dream. The mare hard at work at the stove had clearly already showered, her still damp mane hanging about her head. She was wearing a familiar periwinkle bathrobe.

He flinched, remembering who'd given her that robe last Mare's Day.

"I figured you'd be up about now." She pointed a thumb back at the table already laid out with toast and orange juice without looking away from her work. Without looking back at him. "Pancakes will be ready soon."

Shining Armor didn't move. The neurons in his brain were cross-firing, trying to make some kind of sense of the situation. This was a scene and a view that he had seen hundreds of times before. Why now were his eyes drawn to his mother's full hips? The way they swayed in tune with some song only she could hear? How her tail swung in counterbalance, the lowermost threads tickling her bare thighs...

"Sit down, Shining Armor."

The response was immediate. Programmed. "Yes, ma'am."

They both froze at that, remembering the moment from the night before where those two words had last been uttered.

“Get on top of me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Shining Armor quickly took his seat and waited, trying (and failing) not to stare at the still swaying hips just feet away. Was this how it was going to have to be from now on? Would he never again be able to look at his mother as, well, his mother without being forced to remember how gorgeous she’d looked as she loomed over him, gloriously naked and wanting? With those heavy, full, amazing breasts hanging just over his face? Without hearing her breathy cries in the dark and the whispered commands of more and harder and deeper?

She finally turned to look at him... and his heart almost swelled to bursting at the look of absolute love in her eyes. There was no doubt. He saw in her eyes that nothing, not even last night, could ever change that. She gave him a small smile as she carried over two plates of pancakes and set one before him. "Dig in." She ordered as she took her own seat.

Shining Armor lifted his fork, intending to do just that, but he knew that if he filled his mouth with his mother's cooking, then the inevitable discussion they needed to have would just be pushed away for a few more minutes. "Mom..."

"I know.” She held up her hand to stop him. “I know we need to talk. About..." She sighed and leaned back in her seat. "Oh, Shiny; what did we do?"

"It was my fault." He started automatically. "You were..."

"What? Vulnerable? Drunk? Lonely?" Velvet laughed low in her throat and shook her head. "I've been running through excuses since I woke up covered in..." She caught herself. "Ahem. Covered in you."

Shining Armor blushed as the closing moments of their tryst played out again in his head, the feel of the biggest load of his life practically blasting out over his dam’s tummy. "It was..."

"It wasn't. It wasn't your fault. Not entirely. And it wasn't entirely mine either." She sighed and stared up at the ceiling. "We can take some solace in the fact that we're not the first mother and son this has happened to, at least. It used to happen all the time back in the old days. Hell, it was a tradition in some of the higher classes." She laughed once, low and throaty. “Come to think of it, it still might actually be legal…”

"I know. But we're supposed to be better than all that now." Shining Armor picked up his fork and examined the tines. "What we did? It was wrong. It was wrong and we..."

She cut him off without looking at him. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Damn it, you know I did!" He slammed the fork into the table, the metal prongs burying themselves in the wood. "That's what's so fucked up about this! You're my mother! I shouldn't be... shouldn't be..."

"Attracted to me." Velvet was looking back at her son now, a curious look on her face. "Were you?"

"Was I what?"

"Attracted to me. Before last night, I mean?"

He considered. "...No? I mean, not really. Attracted isn't the right word for it. I've always thought you were beautiful, but what son doesn’t think that about his mom?"

Velvet should have been ashamed at the blush that came to her cheeks at the sound of her son calling her beautiful, but she was well past that point.

"It's just that, in that moment, I didn't see you as my mom. I saw you as..."

"...as a mare." She finished for him. "A mare that needed you. A mare that wanted you." Velvet picked up her own fork and played with it lazily. "I did want you. I need you to know that. And it wasn’t just the booze or the fact that I was randier than an Earth Pony having her first heat. In that moment, when I was touching you? I needed you.” She leaned over the table and stared at the untouched breakfast foods. “Now before last night? No.” She paused. “At least, I don't think so. Don’t get me wrong; I've always known you were my handsome boy. I've watched you grow into a fine stallion, a real stud to be frank, and I always knew you'd make some mare very happy." She couldn't suppress a smirk. "Now I know that for sure, of course."

Shining Armor cleared his throat. "Ahem. So… what do we do now?" Shining Armor plucked the fork from the table's surface and stared at the holes he'd made. "What are we now?"

"What we've always been?" Velvet shrugged. "You're still my son, Shining Armor. I still love you. Nothing's changed there."

He smiled. "And you're still my mom."

She returned the smile. "And the best thing for everypony, us included, would be just to forget last night ever happened. Chalk it up as a freak accident. A bad dream.” The smile dipped. “That really is the best course of action." She inhaled and exhaled slowly. "Except..."

He leaned forward. "Except...?"

She looked at him dead on, her eyes suddenly lidded and flickering with the same want from the night before. "Except I know you were staring at me when you came downstairs.” She leaned in. “And I can't stop thinking about that big cock of yours."

There as a moment of silence, unbroken save for the whisper of the air conditioning.

The silence ended with chairs screeching on the floor as the two ponies stood as one and practically lunged at each other over the table, their lips meeting so hard and fast that their horns very nearly collided. Shining Armor’s strong arms wrapped around Velvet and pulled her closer. She didn't resist one iota as her son pulled her across the table where they'd shared so many family meals together, didn't voice a single word of admonishment as dishes and food were pushed to the floor with great clatters and bangs. Shining Armor set his mother on the table's edge, broke the kiss, and very nearly ripped her robe open to once again lavish his love on the very breasts that had nursed him as a foal. Velvet cried out at the feel of his tongue and wrapped her legs around his waist, wantonly grinding on him like some common whore. Her hands tangled in his messy blue hair, yanking and pulling him to different spot to drown in his kisses.

He hurriedly reached for the hem of his pajama pants, but her own hands caught his and held firm. "What?" He panted, only just managing to tear himself away from her chest for the moment.

"This..." She swallowed hard, trying for the moment to ignore the raw pulsating heat between her thighs. "This can't be forever. You understand?"

"I know that." He ducked in for another kiss, but she dodged him. Barely.

"And there have to be rules."

"Like?"

"No one ever finds out. No one. As far as your friends, and Cadance, know? You’re still a virgin.” She stared at him hard to make her point. “Nopony knows. Especially not your father or your sister. Not ever."

"I figured that." He chuckled, unable to keep himself from openly ogling her heaving breasts now.

"Never forget that I'm still your mother, and you're still my son. We're just... helping each other out for the time being. If your father and I ever manage to get over this rut, or when you and Cadance finally get to the next level, then this stops." She grabbed his cheeks and forced his eyes to meet hers. "It stops immediately. Cold turkey."

Slowly, he nodded. "Okay."

"And we can't do this just anywhere. Nowhere we might get caught. Your room, my room, and the bathroom only. And never when Night Light or Twilight are home."

"Does that mean we get to shower together?" He growled as he rolled his pelvis into hers.

"Stop it." She giggled even as she moaned. "Celestia above, I forgot how you young studs can be. What am I getting myself into?"

"Don't sell yourself short. I've read the magazines. I know you're in your sexual prime right now."

"You think you know." She pecked his lips. "But you don't know anything yet."

"I can't wait to find out." He caught her lips in another burning lip lock, tasted her tongue as it wrestled with his own. "Anything else?"

"You can..." She bit her lip. "You can't finish inside. Not ever. You don't have to wear a condom, but you can never forget to pull out. You forget even once, and this is over."

He stalled. "…Not even once?"

The tone in his voice was one she’d heard so many times before; that leading, almost testing not-quite-wine when he wanted some new toy or another piece of cake. "Hey, I have to leave some firsts for Cadance, don't I?" She smiled reassuringly. "And really, is it so limiting? There's so many other wonderful places for you to cum, aren't there? All over my stomach, my tits, my ass...?" She licked her lips. "In my mouth?"

Shining Armor's engine revved fully back to life. "Okay. Never finish inside. Got it. Now; is there anything else? Because I don't think I can hold back much longer."

"I don't think so. Just don't ever forget that I'm your mother first and you have to do what I say." She kissed him deeply as her hand trailed down his abs and past the hem of his pajama pants. She broke the kiss and leaned close, licking his cheek as she found his hardness and squeezed. "Now take me upstairs and fuck me." She whispered.

Shining Armor grinned dopily. "Yes ma'am."

Twilight Velvet squealed like a school filly as her son hoisted her onto his shoulder just as he'd done the night before. As he carried her out of the kitchen towards what was surely going to be a world-class rutting session, she looked back at the mess that had been just minutes before a lovingly crafted breakfast. Years of motherly and homemaker instincts briefly flared, demanding that the food and dishes be cleaned at once.

The solid, warm palm of her son openly groping her ass awoke different, much older and more primal instincts that silenced the others at once.

Sure, it was a terrible mess.

But messes? They could always be cleaned up later.

Author's Note

Thank you, dear lady,
for being my Mom.
You did all my homework.
You took me to prom.
And I was the only guy...
...who got lucky that night.
-Stephen Lynch