The Prettiest Thing You Can Wear
Twilight Velvet awoke that morning the same way she always did during the work week. The gentle kiss of her spouse upon her cheek before the sound of his hooves echoed down the stairs, and then out the front door to go to work. She sat up in her bed and stretched her arms with a yawn to greet the morning dawn streaming in through her bedroom window.
As pleasant was it was to feel the sun's warm rays upon her bare breasts, to walk around braless simply would not do. Even after having two breastfed children, she defied all odds and managed to keep them in their immaculate, gravity defying shape.
It was a routine she swore by. The anti-stretchmark lotion, low-impact aerobics to shed her baby weight, and religiously wearing her bra. It wasn't that she explicitly enjoyed wearing a bra. But it was worth it to have breasts that were the envy of all the other older mares at the bridge club. Between that and the absence of wrinkles on her youthful face, she often passed for a mare ten, even twenty years her junior, attracting the attention of stallions the same.
Her husband appreciated it as well. It was an honor to have such and attractive mare on his arm when they went out on the town. They were both very much in love. Though as was sometimes the case with older couples, their libidos had gone out of sync.
As he got older, his drive to engage in that waned. But for Velvet, her desire had only intensified. And while there were medicinal solutions for his anatomical difficulties, the larger issue that often was the case was that he was too tired, or stressed out to even want to want it.
Which wasn't to say that their intimacy was dead. Far from it. They hugged and kissed and snuggled together on the sofa just as much as they ever did. But excursions beyond that point had become less and less frequent. But like any functional couple, they talked about it. Intercourse was still something she craved, even though he didn't. And far be it from him, as a loving husband, to deny her of being happy.
After much insistence to her stubborn hesitation, he assured her that it would be okay if she were to seek that elsewhere, as long as it didn't adversely affect their relationship. With the promise of her being smart, and safe about it. He didn't want to know who she was doing it with.
As it just so happened, there was a certain young stallion that had made his attraction to her not-so-subtlety known. She had rebuked his advances before, not the least of reasons being that she was married. But with her husband's permission, nay, insistence, she accepted his proposition.
Climbing out of bed, Velvet stepped into her panties matching her bra. Even with her husband off to work, and her daughter away at magic school, she still wasn't alone in her home. And she couldn't very well go walking around wearing nothing but a smile.
Speaking of, like her breasts, her smile was something she took great care for. Her first stop after she walked out of her bedroom was the bathroom. After a quick brushing of her tousled mane out of her face, the next brush she picked up was for her teeth. With a bit of toothpaste she set to work diligently maintaining her beautiful smile.
The bedroom door at the other end of the hallway opened. A young stallion walked down the hall towards the kitchen to grab breakfast. He walked past the bathroom doorway and paused for a moment, seeing Velvet at the bathroom counter in her underwear.
Breakfast could wait.
Velvet glanced out of the corner of her eye as the stallion's reflection appeared in the large mirror in front of her. The defined contours of his muscular body suited him as a Lieutenant in the Royal Guard. Soon to be promoted to Captain, as she understood. Her eyes trailed down along his washboard abs to see that he, too, was wearing only his underwear. The material of his boxers tented as it strained to contain his other impressive attribute. She could not be more proud to call him her son.
Like most young stallions his age, Shining Armor had a libido that was nigh insatiable. Unfortunately, the restrictive nature of his job made it difficult for him to find a mare into which he could regularly drain that beast. Velvet held out hope that he might have the opportunity to court some affluent mare while he's in Canterlot Castle. But in the meantime...
Velvet's eyes followed Shining Armor as he walked over behind her. While she was still brushing her teeth, he wordlessly slipped his thumbs into the hem of her panties just enough to expose her marehood. A small string of her arousal clung to the crotch. She had been anticipating this, and she was already quite wet.
He knelt down grabbed her ass with both hands, parting her pussy with his thumbs and giving her pussy a long, slow lick. It wasn't meant to be a full course of foreplay. If he had woken up a bit later and caught her at the breakfast table, it would have been a different story as he would have crawled underneath to eat a breakfast of his own. With her mouth full of toothpaste, and his mouth likely sporting morning breath, this was merely a polite kiss good morning for her other lips.
He stood back up and pulled down his boxers just enough to let his raging morning wood spring free against her ass cheek with an audible smack. He held the thick girth of his shaft in his hand and guided the tip to her slick nethers, rubbing it up and down to get himself well lubricated. After teasing her only briefly, he slid inside her unceremoniously. He put his hand on her hips and pulled her back towards him as he pushed into her, filling her with the full length of his dick on one fluid motion.
Velvet felt butterflies in her stomach. Even though it was something that she had come to expect, nothing could ever really prepare her each time she felt him fill her so completely. He was never rough with her. At least, never too rough. He didn't slam it into her. But she still involuntarily grunted when hilted her, pushing her womb up against her diaphragm, quite literally taking her breath away for a moment.
He held her there until she was able to get used to his size in her. Once she started breathing again, he started moving in and out of her, slowly, tenderly, pulling out and pushing back into from whence he had come. His strong hands moved from bracing her hips up along her tone body to her her breast, cupping them through her bra.
Feeling her son rutting her now, she vividly remembered the first time.
Shining Armor had been a stubborn colt when he was little. She breastfed him far longer than she ought to have, but he absolutely refused to take any other sustenance that didn't come from her nipples. And while she did finally manage to force him to take solid food, he never ceased to be enamored with her breasts. Though one could easily be forgiven for saying that the same was true for most colts.
After he got his cutie mark, his attraction started to take a turn for the carnal. All the cliché things that she had been warned about when raising a colt. Her panties would vanish from the laundry hamper, only to reappear a week later, stiff enough to pry nails out of wood. Hugs that were just a bit too snug. Kisses goodnight that lingered just a bit too long. She had tried her best to ignore it. She convinced herself that it was surely just a phase he would grow out of.
It was easy to write off his behavior as that of an irrational adolescent. It was easy to rebuke him when things started to go too far. But as the colt grew into an objectively attractive young stallion in the Royal Guard, Velvet found it harder to draw from the well of willpower. Especially with her own needs going unmet for some time. Especially with her husband's explicit permission to see to them with another stallion.
It was a morning like any other. Her husband had left for work, and her son found her at the bathroom counter brushing her teeth, both of them in their underwear. He silently greeted her with a hug from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. She could feel the size of his steel-hard morning wood wedged against butt. It was a game he liked to play, seeing how far he could push her limits before she would push him away. Usually a firm elbow to his ribs was enough to send him away without any resistance.
But for some reason, this time, Velvet didn't. Maybe it was because she knew that she had her husband's permission. Maybe it was because it was that time of the year that had her not thinking clearly. But whatever it was, part of her was genuinely curious just how far he would try to go. She allowed his hug to linger.
Emboldened, Shining nuzzled against the back of her neck and he rolled his hips, grinding against her, sliding his shaft up and down between her cheeks through the thin fabric of his boxers and her panties. One of his hands moved up along her body to the bottom of her bra. He must have expected her to shove him away for that. But it never came. His hand slid up to cup her breast through the bra. His fingertip found and circled the tip of her nipple immediately. It was easy for him to find it, poking hard against the material of her bra. His thumb joined in, giving it just the lightest of pinches.
It was no longer a mere hug, a careless contact that they could both write off. It was plainly obvious to both of them the sexual nature of this embrace. They both knew it. And they both knew that the other knew it. And yet, Velvet didn't try to stop him. Rather than shocking her to her senses to redouble her resistance, she found herself melting into his embrace.
His hips grinding against her moved in longer motions. She couldn't see it, but she could feel the bare flesh of his penis poking out of the top of his boxers against the dock of her tail. She was so focused on the sensation that she almost didn't notice his other hand dip his fingers into the front of her panties. But feeling his finger slipping into the top of her slit was a sensation that could not be ignored. But she no longer wanted to. Her body shuddered as she felt his finger circling her clit. The strength in her arm bracing against the bathroom counter failed and she fell forward onto her elbows, and he moved with her.
Shining took that as a sign. His hand in her panties pushed them down to her mid-thighs.
Velvet looked up at the mirror. It was then that she realized just how much her son had grown up. His muscled frame towered over her. She had her magic, yes. But so did he. And between the two of them, he was far more versed in combat magic. If he wanted to, he could take her right then and there, whether she would let him to or not. The thought frightened her, and it thrilled her.
If she told him to stop, she wondered if he would. Surely he would, he always stopped before. But part of her was afraid if this time, he wouldn't. But a bigger part of her was afraid that he would. And so she stayed silent.
Behind her, his erection was almost completely out of his boxers. With his free hand he angled it down between her legs before wrapping his strong, muscled arm around her again, holding her tightly and playing with her breast again as he thrusted. The side of his shaft slid against her pussy, surprising them both with just how wet it had become.
His hand playing with her clit hadn't stopped, as it continued to spur her on more and more. Her muscles were putty in his hands. Her mind was a foggy haze of arousal. Her ability to even use her magic was useless. And with the mass of him pinning her against the bathroom counter, and the feeling of his teeth against her neck, she was utterly helpless to stop him and she knew it.
His hand playing with her pussy moved between her legs to aim his dick upwards. The tip pressed against the entrance to her vagina, and he stopped, froze, absolutely stock-still. She looked up at him in the mirror. His whole body was heaving as he panted in animalistic lust. From the first moment he started, he had his face buried into her mane, huffing the heady musk of a mare in estrus. And now, at this final moment when he would be the most lost to his instincts, he looked up from the nape of her neck to her eyes in the mirror.
Her face was flushed with arousal, just as much as his was. Her eyes were half-lidded in lust, but in this moment of clarity, he could see that they were also tinged with fear. For a few seconds, he looked at her, and she looked back at him. It was clear that he wanted it. He wanted it so badly that it hurt, even now, to deny himself. But she realized that he was waiting for her permission.
She could say no, and he would stop. She knew that she could. That it would be the right, if cruel, thing to do. As arduous seconds passed, his eyes glistened. A yes wasn't coming. And the cold sobriety of what he had done, of what he was about to do, to his own mother no less, had begun to sink in.
But just when all hope seemed lost, Velvet gave her son just the slightest of nods. Her son's face lit up with the joy of every Hearth's Warming morning and birthday party combined. His arms wrapped around her and he hugged her tight, pulling her back to him just as much as he push himself inside her.
That was the first time her son took her breath away. She was unaccustomed to such length and girth stretching her so completely. It wasn't to say that her husband was small, by any measure. But his son had certainly gotten the very best of his genes. And then some. It took a little doing, a bit of time and patience on both their parts, but her depths managed to stretch enough for him to hilt her. For her efforts she was treated feeling his heavy balls against her clit each time he bottomed out into her.
Shining pressed his face into the back of her mane again. Not to indulge in her scent, but to hide his face. But it was not enough to muffle his desperate, cathartic whimpers as he finally got to rut her after so long. It broke her heart to hear it. Were she on her back, she would have returned his hug.
For as long as he had waited for this moment, now he only wanted it to last forever. But it was not to be. The feeling of his mother cumming around his dick, the massaging squeezes milking him for all he had, and the wetness dripping down both their legs was too much. That, along with the wet sounds their hips rhythmically smacking together, accompanied by his mother moaning in lustful passion, was a symphony of pleasure without compare. He could hold out no longer.
He hilted her a final time. Velvet's eyes went wide. Like with so many things, she should have expected this, but she wasn't prepared for it. Her hand clutched her belly and the bulge in her abdomen swelled as she felt his tip flare wide, deep inside her. His hug tightened, pulling her against him harder than ever, pressing his tip flush against the entrance of her womb. She felt his shaft throb and pulse as he pumped load after load, delivering it deep inside her, with no where else to go but straight through her cervix, flooding her womb with a torrent of her son's thick, pent-up seed that would be sure to test the limits of her birth control.
For a long while, they just stayed together like that, panting and coming down from the euphoria of their shared climax. Neither of them were scarcely able to believe what had just happened. Each wondered and worried if the other was upset, or regretted it. But once Shining had physically calmed down enough to remove himself, they had a long talk about consent and boundaries for next time. It was so much small potatoes for Shining to agree to. All that mattered was that there would be a next time. And a time after that. And a time after that.
And so it was. And though it became as much a part of their morning routine as brushing their teeth, it never stopped being special. She looked into the mirror, and her son looked back at her, staring into her eyes, watching them flutter each time she trembled from cumming so hard. Especially when he came at the same time as her. They had become quite good at that. She loved feeling her son cumming deep inside her.
As soon as Shining finished, he carefully pulled out, so as to not let her leak. He pulled her panties back up as they had been before he got there. He gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek before heading downstairs to make them breakfast while she finished brushing. Velvet put her palm to her tummy. She'd get to feel a part of him with her while he was gone at work for the day. And much like brushing her teeth, it always left her with a beautiful smile.
Shining carried out his duties with a clear head, letting him quickly gain rank while the other horny stallions would get written up for making cat-calls at passerby mares. And Velvet could be as happy as ever at home with her husband, without feeling resentful for being physically neglected. As per his wishes, she never told him who was making her practically glow when he came home from work. But he could plainly tell that she was happier than she had been in some time. For him, it was enough just to see her smile.
After all...
It was the prettiest thing she could wear.
