Shining Armor hefted the giggling mare who’d given birth to him higher on his shoulder as he turned the key and opened the front door wide. “I’m just glad that Dad and Twily aren’t here to see you like this.”
Twilight Velvet giggle-snorted as she was carried over the threshold into her own house. One hand held her purse in a vice grip. The other ran down to the hem of her sparkling turquoise dress and tugged it down where it was starting to slide up the curve of her rump. “It’s not my fault that your friends spiked the punch, Shiny-Whiny.”
Shining Armor sighed as he kicked the door closed behind him. “No, but it is your fault that you kept drinking it even after you smelled the scotch.”
Twilight Velvet laughed again. “That’s fair.”
Shining Armor shook his head as he looked around the living room. “Do you want me to put you down on the couch, or…?”
“Could you be a dear and carry me to bed?” Velvet tried to stifle a small yawn as she carefully aimed at the hook on the wall that normally held her purse. She let it fly... and missed. Terribly. “Your old mom isn’t what she used to be.”
“You’re not old, Mom.” Shining Armor grunted as he again shifted the mare’s position and started down the hallway. “Just ask the dozen of my classmates who kept staring at you all night.”
“Don’t be mad that your friends have good taste, dear.”
Shining Armor gently nudged the door to his parent’s bedroom open and stepped in. He looked around at the evidence of his mother's preparations for the evening spent chaperoning the homecoming dance; tossed around clothes and empty make-up containers were everywhere. “Want me to pick up real quick?”
“You’re sweet.” Velvet yawned. “But don’t worry about it. I’ll get to it in the morning.”
“Alright. Now, please don’t throw up on me.”
“Why would I throw up on y…?!” The sentence devolved into a squeal of surprise as Velvet found herself tossed unceremoniously onto her plush bedspread. She laughed again as she writhed on the familiarly soft comforter. “Honestly, Shiny; I’m not even that drunk.”
“Your dance moves begged to differ.” Shining Armor smiled in spite of himself as he moved to take off his mother’s shoes.
“Oh, your generation is so boring. The Bad Moon Rising was the hottest dance in Canterlot less than twenty years ago.”
“Well, I don’t think anypony was expecting your moon to rise quite so high. The other chaperones least of all.”
Velvet laughed lowly as her hands caressed her hips. “What can I say? I’ve still got it. And old Miss Bookworm has been a prude since I was in school.” She sighed as her son succeeded in freeing her left foot from the confines of its polyester prison. “Y’know, nopony’s thrown me on the bed like that since your father and I’s last anniversary.”
Shining Armor froze in the act of unlacing the second shoe. “Can we… not talk about what you and Dad get up to in here?”
“Oh, don’t be such a wet blanket.” Velvet scoffed. “I’m sure you’ve tossed Cadance around like that once or twice.” She looked up, one eyebrow raised. “You two have slept together by now, haven’t you?”
“Mom!”
“What? She’s the Princess of Love, right? I’m sure she’s taught you a thing or two…”
“Mom…” He sighed. “If you absolutely must know, no; Cadance and I haven’t slept together yet.”
Both eyebrows raised this time. “No way.”
Shining Armor had to laugh at the sheer absurdity of having this conversation with his mother. “It’s not like we haven’t wanted to. We just haven’t had the chance. She’s always so busy…”
Velvet rolled her eyes. “Nopony’s that busy, dear. When I was your age, I took every possible chance I had to get my hands on your father…”
“Mom!” He admonished again.
“Please, Shining Armor; it shouldn’t be such a shock that your father and I used to have a very healthy sex life.” She laid her head back down. “You and your sister had to come from somewhere, right?”
Shining Armor managed to keep from stopping this time, but he did slow down as he looked up. “Uh… used to?”
"It's not a big deal." Velvet yawned as she stretched. The exhaustion from the night's dancing and the pleasant buzz were lulling her to sleep. "I just wish he'd sleep in bed every now and then. It’s the cuddling I miss more than…" She trailed off. "Well, I just sleep better when there's somepony beside me."
Shining Armor finally removed the last shoe and looked towards his father's nightstand. "Mom?"
"Hmm?" Velvet was already dozing.
"Are you and Dad alright?"
"Of course we are, dear." Velvet rolled onto her side and snuggled into her pillow. "It's just one of those things. I'm sure you and Cadance will go through it when you get married." She opened one eye and smiled sadly. "I'm really sorry she couldn't come tonight."
Shining Armor shrugged. "Royal duties take priority over school functions." He smiled back at his mother. "Thanks for stepping in to chaperone, by the way."
"It was nothing. I needed something to do while Nighty and Twilight are at that conference of his."
"It's never nothing with you, Mom."
Velvet smiled wider as she closed her eyes once more. "I love you."
"Love you too." He watched her grab a pillow and snuggle closer to it. He saw how small she looked, how lonely, all by herself on that big old bed. "Mom?"
A tinny snore was the only response.
With a smile and a shake of his head, Shining Armor turned to leave the room... then hesitated. He looked back at the bed and the mare upon it. He thought of how memorable she’d made the night. Other stallions his age might have been embarassed at the idea of their parent chaperoning a dance, but not Shining Armor. He knew his mother, and he'd known from the start how she would no doubt win over all his friends with her quick humor and killer, if antiquated, dance moves. She’d been great tonight, even if the other so-called adults had disapproved.
Didn't he owe her this much, at the very least?
Without a second thought, the young stallion switched off the lamp and set to work removing his shirt.
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Hot.
Uncomfortable heat pulled Twilight Velvet from the recesses of slumber. She subconsciously reached for the covers as she normally would when this occurred, but her hands found nothing but the fabric of her dress.
Her sleep addled mind cursed. She'd gone and fallen asleep still dressed.
Her hands went to work before she even opened her eyes, intent on finding comfort without drifting too far from dreamland. Finding the zipper on the side was easy enough, but shimmying out of the damn thing proved more taxing than she'd realized. Though it took longer than anticipated, the matronly mare managed to free her body from the confines of her clothes and kicked the offending article to the ground. Her hands drifted up her body and gave a cursory caress of her underwear clad hips and bust.
The urge to return to sleep ultimately won out. No commando tonight.
Satisfied, she rolled to the side...
...and found a warm body beside her.
The initial shock faded quickly as the obvious answer presented itself; Night Light must have come home early. Eyes still closed, she let her fingers trail the familiar curves and dips of her husband's still impressive physique. They’d been working out together, his one concession to spending time with her and away from his work. Strangely, he wasn't snoring as loudly as he usually did. That new workout regimen must've been having some unforeseen side effects.
Not that she was complaining.
She reached across his chest and embraced him, finding comfort in his presence. It was so rare for him to come to bed with her these days. More often than not she found him passed out on the couch or in the recliner in his office. She didn't begrudge him these choices. He did important work for the crown, after all.
Though… she did miss him. And despite what she'd told her son before, it wasn't just the cuddling she missed. Night Light hadn't touched her in months, and there was only so much her fingers and toys could take care of.
An idea snuck it's way into her sleepy mind and she smirked. Slowly, carefully, now that she knew she wasn't alone in bed, she reached behind herself and undid her bra's clasp. She sighed with relief as her natural D's were freed from their silicone prison. She meticulously removed the garment and tossed it to the floor with her dress. Just as slowly, just as carefully, she rolled back onto her back and let her fingertips slip past the hem of her plain white panties. She arched her back as she pulled the underwear past her hips, down her legs, and all the way to her ankles. With practiced ease, she kicked her panties away and resumed her previous position, cuddled up to her snoozing husband.
Night Light would have quite the surprise when he woke up. What he chose to do with it?
Well, going from previous examples, she had a pretty good idea of what would come next...
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Shining Armor inhaled sharply as he awoke. He blinked rapidly to clear his vision and and grunted in frustration when he recognized the familiar ceiling fan above.
No, he wasn't in Cadance's bedroom.
He turned his head to his father's night stand and peered at the clock. He'd only been asleep for a couple of hours. He shifted his legs and tensed at the tightness in his boxer briefs. While he wasn't actually in his marefriend's bedroom, his body certainly didn't seem to know that.
He'd been telling his mother the truth. He and Cadance hadn't gone all the way yet. Lots of making out and heavy petting, yes, but no full on action as of yet. His royal marefriend seemed more than receptive to the idea, but something always seemed to happen that threw a wrench in the works. If it wasn't some long diplomatic trip, it was a prying guard outside her chambers or a nosy librarian poking around the wrong shelf at the wrong time. He didn't know how she was dealing with it, but as for him?
There hadn't been a day in the past six months that he hadn't rubbed one out at least three different times.
Another pulse from down below reminded him of why he didn't normally sleep in his underwear. Tonight there had just been no choice. After all, there was no way he was going bare in his parent's bed. At least not with his mother just inches away. His erection pulsed again, as though telling the young stallion that it wasn't going anywhere unless he did something about it.
Seeing no other option but to make a quick visit to the bathroom, Shining Armor made to sit up...
... And found an arm holding him down.
He couldn't help but smile. His mother must have rolled over to cuddle him in her sleep. How many times had he done the same thing to her as a colt? He shifted the arm currently pinned by her body.
Huh. That was funny. It certainly didn't feel like the fabric of her dress on his upper arm. It felt like...
Shining Armor's eyes shot open wide as his mother shifted. She made a soft cooing noise as she rolled closer towards him. The lights were out, but in the moonlight through the window he could still barely see the bare silvery leg that briefly rose before settling down across his own. Velvet pulled him tighter against her and said something unintelligible as she snuggled her face into his shoulder.
The stallion's mind couldn't begin to process this chain of events. The same sentence kept bouncing around in his skull; your mother is nuzzling naked with you in bed.
Another, currently more blood-filled part of him, only seemed to hear a few of those words; specifically nuzzling, naked, and bed.
And despite the situation, Shining Armor felt himself get harder.
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Twilight Velvet, more awake now than asleep, heard the pony beside her grunt in a masculine tone she was more than familiar with. She smirked as she planted a small kiss on his shoulder. "Hey there, big guy."
No response. Maybe he was still asleep?
Her hand traced down his chest, across his abs, and found the cloth covered prize she was seeking.
He might still be asleep, but the part of him currently at the forefront of her mind most certainly was not.
There was no two ways about it; Twilight Velvet was horny. The potent combination of the alcohol, the evening spent amidst so much supple young flesh, and the warm proximity of a stallion all came together in one very potent storm of arousal. She caressed the erection in her hand and felt it twitch in her grasp. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"
Again, no response.
Velvet released her grasp on his cock and crawled across him, shivering as her nipples stiffened as they crossed his hard chest. "If it's been this bad for me, then I can't imagine how hard it's been for you." She shifted her hips and straddled him, biting her lower lip at the feel of the hardness now so close to her rapidly lubricating core. "I think you've been working too hard. I think what you need, what we both need, is a good, hard rutting." With years of practiced ease, she lowered her face, and brought her lips to...
...the lips of somepony who was most definitely not her husband.
All traces of sleep fled Velvet as she broke the kiss at once. Her hand shot out to the lamp on her husband's night stand and hit the switch.
Her son was beneath her, his eyes wide with shock. His lips still bore the faint red of the lipstick she hadn’t washed off before bed. "...Mom?" He finally managed.
A torrent of emotions ran through Velvet. Shock, shame, embarrassment, confusion...
...want.
That last one was definitely unexpected. But who could blame her? Her eyes briefly flicked down at the hard, young muscles of her first born. She felt his rapid heartbeat and imagined that it must mirror her own.
She watched as Shining Armor's eyes broke away from her own and almost copied her actions, looking down at her naked body. She felt his cock pulse against her once again. He met her eyes once more...
...and she saw not disgust or shame or revulsion, but the same strange want reflected back at her.
She swallowed hard, her decision made. Her finger hit the switch once again, plunging the room once more into darkness. "Don't say a word." She whispered just before she kissed him again.
And this time, as his hands rose to touch her, he kissed her back.
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
