“Come on Button Mash, you can do this!”
A young stallion was walking through the hallways of his high school, psyching himself up to do something important, something that he always wanted to do. Button Mash was a high school senior, and while he was relieved that the challenging subjects and awkward interactions were almost fully behind him, he was disappointed that he was going to have to part with some of his fellow classmates. But that didn’t matter, aside from the thought of missing out on one woman who was nothing short of beautiful. Button Mash had a crush on Sweetie Belle ever since they were in elementary school together. Things were different back then, having known Cheerilee as their teacher for a long time. But when it came time to grow up, they were relatively distant, only interacting a few times in between class periods. Button Mash had arranged a few meet-ups with Sweetie Belle over the years, but the opportunity for him to confess his love always managed to blow away like chaff in the wind.
This time, however, Button Mash was determined to ask his crush to the high school senior prom. There were a total of twenty-six students that enrolled to be part of the class of 2022, and Button Mash and Sweetie Belle were among them. Button Mash had held off on asking Sweetie Belle out to the prom, but with this being their last year of high school, and the potential of never going to see her again looming over Button Mash’s head, he was not going to let this opportunity escape his clutches.
“Alright, I’m here,” Button Mash said as he reached the doors to the gymnasium, where he heard lively music and cheering. Button Mash looked through one of the windows to see Sweetie Belle and several more cheerleaders practicing their routine for when the next football game occurs. He then quickly went to sit on the bench next to the door, attempting to keep any passerby’s from thinking that he was a peeping Tom. Button Mash was never considered a pervert by anyone, though he was humble in saying that he was physically attracted to Sweetie Belle. He was impressed by how able she was to sculpt her figure into a shape and thickness so appealing to the eye. Her belly and arms were thin, but her hips, breasts, butt, and thighs were plump and soft. What made Sweetie Belle all the more desirable was the fact that she was on the cheer squad. This meant that she would be on the football field bouncing around in a blue and yellow crop top and skimpy blue skirt, something that definitely motivated Button Mash to attend football games.
Button Mash thought about Sweetie Belle wearing her cheerleaders outfit a lot. In fact, for as much as he hated to admit it, Button Mash imagined Sweetie Belle slowly taking it off. Then she would shake her fat ass in his direction and maybe sing a little cheer rhyme for him. Maybe then he would give her a big kiss on the lips and make out with her. That would be nice considering that Button Mash was yet to experience his first kiss, and he wanted Sweetie Belle to be his first time. It was currently 1:43 PM, meaning that Sweetie Belle and the rest of the girls on the cheer squad were a couple minutes away from finishing their practice and heading off to the showers.
That got Button Mash thinking about what Sweetie Belle was going to do once she got to to the shower area. He knew that she was going to take off her cheerleading clothes, the thought of her doing so got him excited. Then she would start washing herself, which would cause her to moan from tracing up and down her beautiful figure. If she wanted to, she would even start touching herself as if she was in need of some very physical affection. Button Mash even imagined her being so in need of arousal that she asks another busty girl to make out with her and touch her pussy. The two girls and their wet sudsy bodies rubbing against each other as they passionately made love to each other, then they would ask Button Mash to have sex with both of them.
Oh how Button Mash could get lost in thought about how sexy Sweetie Belle was, but he needed to focus. It was almost two o’clock and his next class was at two thirty, so time was of the essence for him. Button Mash looks down at the rose that he was going to give to Sweetie Belle when he suddenly hears the double-doors open. A flood of cheerleaders in their uniforms come out of the gymnasium, but the one that Button Mash was frantically looking for was his potential prom date Sweetie Belle. His eyes wander until they fall on the familiar pink and purple hair of his crush. He’s able to spring up from his seat and focus on the task at hand without getting too distracted by Sweetie Belle’s skirt/clad booty.
“Sweetie Belle?” Button Mash says. Sweetie Belle stops in her tracks and darts her head backwards to find the brown stallion behind her.
“Oh, hi Button Mash!” Sweetie Belle replies. Button Mash walks up to her, rose in hand, before handing it to her. “Aww, did you get this for me?”
“I sure did,” Button Mash responds, “and I wanted to ask you a question.”
“Is it about senior prom?” Sweetie Belle says with a smirk. Button Mash suddenly freezes, shocked that Sweetie Belle was easily able to figure out his true intentions. He was scared that she was going to say no, or that she’d think he was a total simp. Button Mash even thought about changing his question in that moment, but he knew that if he did that he’d regret it forever.
“What makes you say that?” Button Mash tentatively asks, trying to play dumb.
“Because I was going to ask you the exact same thing,” Sweetie Belle answers. A feeling of relief and excitement overtook Button Mash.
“Wait, you really were?” Button Mash asks.
“Yes, I love you Button Mash,” Sweetie Belle replies. Button Mash couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His crush just admitted that she liked him back, and with such confidence too. This made him feel a little embarrassed that he attempted a big romantic gesture to ask her to prom.
“I love you too Sweetie Belle,” Button Mash says with a warm smile.
“It’s settled then,” Sweetie Belle replies, “you and me, prom night, our first date. See you then!” She turns around, flipping her hair as she does so, and walks away. In that moment, it was hard for Button Mash not to focus on how attractive Sweetie Belle was. She was swaying her hips as she was walking, making her skirt-clad booty give a succulent shake. The sight was made all the more appealing by her bare well-toned back, glistening with sweat after the hard physical activity she endured. Button Mash felt like he was on top of the world. He just scored himself the best prom date he could ask for, and he couldn’t wait to tell his mom about it when he got home.
The only other person that Button Mash lived with was his mom: Cream Heart. She was in the kitchen preparing a roast dinner for herself and her son. Button Mash never knew who his dad was, but according to his mom, his dad was a one-time bedfellow. He wasn’t the only man that Cream Heart slept with either, he just happened to be the only one that got her pregnant. As a matter of fact, he was only one of many, some she even still meets up to get into bed with. Button Mash’s mom was certainly a slutty woman, and it wasn’t hard to see why. Cream Heart’s body was very similar to Sweetie Belle’s; large breasts, wide hips, bloated thighs, bulbous butt, flat stomach, and soft kissable lips, the only difference was that she was somewhat taller. She was able to use her body like a seductress, swinging from man to man, giving everyone a generous portion of her flawless figure. Button Mash even had to admit to her in his teenage years that he felt turned on by the way his mother looked.
Cream Heart was a little taken aback when he told her, but mostly because this meant that her baby was growing into a man. She was also touched that her son thought that she was beautiful, and she promised Button Mash that she loved him no matter what and that she would help him with his feelings in any way that she could. She thought about doing something innocently sexy like wearing skimpy outfits for him to look at, but she didn’t want to get herself in trouble for giving a sexual display to a minor. Despite the fact that she knew looking at sexy women wearing revealing clothes made Button Mash perk up, Cream Heart also knew that her son was still a kid and was therefore too naive and easily persuadable to give proper consent. So evidently, she would have to only let Button Mash stare at her when she was wearing something like skin-tight workout clothes or a swimming bikini. But now that her son was a full grown man, she started considering asking her son if he wanted to do something special with her. Button Mash walks back home and opens the door to his house.
“Hi mom,” Button Mash says gleefully.
“Hey bud,” Cream Heart responds with a smile, walking around the kitchen counter to welcome her son back in a warm embrace, “how was school?”
“It was alright, pretty much the usual, except…” Button Mash paused for a moment.
“What is it?” Cream Heart asks, an interested expression on her face.
“Well, you know that girl at school that I told you about? Sweetie Belle?” Button Mash says nervously.
“You mean the pretty girl on the cheer team that you said you have a crush on?” Cream Heart asks, “what about her?” Button Mash hesitates…
“I’m going to senior prom with her,” Button Mash reveals. Suddenly an excited glow radiates from his mom. She runs up to her son and gives him an even tighter embrace, her breasts squeezing against his neck.
“Oh Mashy, I’m so happy for you,” Cream Heart exclaims, letting her son out of the embrace, giving him the chance to breathe, “do you already have an outfit picked out? Will you to need a limo driver?” Button Mash chuckles at his mom’s questions.
“Mom, we’ll be fine,” Button Mash says, “I’m going to wear that suit that I’ve had hanging up in my closet forever. I’ve been saving it for when I finally got a chance with Sweetie Belle.”
“Oh, my little boy’s all grown up,” Cream Heart says with a sentimental smile. Suddenly, a thought pops in her head. “Are you thinking about kissing her on prom night?” Button Mash suddenly got nervous, but it was mostly because his mom started putting on a teasing glare, as if she was encouraging him to do what she thought he was going to do. He stuttered trying to elicit a response before his mom started chuckling. “It’s okay hon, I know you have some strong feelings for this young lady that you want to express. So if you feel the need to kiss her, or even make out with her, you do whatever makes the both of you happy.”
“Thanks mom,” Button Mash replies, “I love you.”
“I love you too son,” Cream Heart says, giving her son a kiss on the cheek, “now would you mind helping me with dinner?”
“I wouldn’t mind at all mom,” Button Mash happily agrees, “what are we having?”
“Roast beef and mashed potatoes,” Cream Heart replies, “you can finish the potatoes while I get the roast out of the oven.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Button Mash says. He follows his mom behind the kitchen counter so the two of them can finish up dinner, a warm feeling in his heart knowing that he’s going to kiss his crush in just one week.
It’s the day before prom night and Button Mash has been practicing for the moment that he kisses Sweetie Belle. He has primarily been using his pillows as his partner for practicing, though he was still unsure if it would prove effective. Still, it was as much as he could use as he didn’t feel comfortable asking any other girl, especially his mom, to help him practice. Button Mash still thought that his mom was beautiful, and would’ve been lying if he had said that he did not sometimes want to swap spit with his own mom if he could. In fact, himself and his mom making out on the beach and her burying his face in her giant flesh-bubbles was one of his recurring wet dreams. But he knew better than to partake in such acts with his own mother, so he never bothered to ask. Besides, the pillows were nice and soft like he had imagined Sweetie Belle’s lips to be, so he figured that practicing with them would be the best course of action.
Button Mash was practicing in his bedroom with the door closed while his mom was in the shower. He was also trying to barricade his mind from any thoughts of his naked mom washing herself up and down slowly and sensually, with little success. Still he was focused on making sure his skills were up to par for kissing Sweetie Belle. He was shirtless, envisioning that they would start removing a little clothing before passionately making out, though he did promise his mom that he wouldn’t attempt to get into bed with her while they were still new to dating each other. Suddenly, the shower stopped and Button Mash followed suite to better hear the opening of the shower curtains, implying that his mom was getting out of the shower. The moment passed and Button Mash continued practicing his tongue-wrestling with his fluffy companion.
Cream Heart dries herself off after her hot shower and wraps the towel around her shapely body. She always liked how she looked in a towel. None of the towels quite made it all the way down her figure, so she would always have a little bit of her ass cheeks peeking out from underneath. She brushes her hair and smooths it out before walking out of the bathroom and into the master bedroom. Cream Heart closes the door behind her and takes off her towel before going into her closet and putting on a pair of pink panties and dark blue gym shorts. When she looks for one of her tank tops or t-shirts to put on, she realizes that they’re all dirty. She ponders about what else she can use for loungewear when she realizes that Button Mash has plenty of t-shirts that can fit her just fine. They may end up looking more like a crop top, but Cream Heart didn’t mind showing off a little midriff. She goes to put on one of her nightgowns for now so that she can walk in without her son getting an eyeful of her naked boobs, even though he probably would’ve enjoyed it.
Cream Heart lets out a cute chuckle at her own thoughts before putting on a blue nightgown and walking into the hallway. She suddenly thinks back to the thought she had earlier about walking into her son’s room with a bare chest. She never wanted to admit it, but she got excited by the thought of letting Button Mash see her naked. Though Cream Heart had occasionally had sex with a few clients during her job as a personal trainer, she didn’t have a man in her life that she could come home to and make love with every night. But after her son turned eighteen, she finally had the chance to flirt with and even bang her own son. Cream Heart had never gotten that chance though, but that didn’t stop her from fantasizing. She often had daydreams of being bent over like a slut while Button Mash rutted her with his manly strength, or nearly being knocked unconscious from having his thick and juicy cock jammed into her mouth, her tits a slobbery mess from the waterfall of drool and her son’s cum.
She didn’t even notice when she forgot to knock on Button Mash’s door until she found herself walking right into his room to find him making out with a pillow. Both Cream Heart and Button Mash froze when they saw each other. After a few seconds, Button Mash dropped his pillows onto his bed before turning his head slowly away from his mom. He was glad that he didn’t get caught doing anything worse, but he had also never had his mom walk in on him kissing a pillow before. He was embarrassed because it seemed ridiculous think that any guy would be pathetic enough to seek affection from an inanimate object that was typically used for sleeping. Cream heart didn’t think this way however, and she felt bad that she invaded his privacy. She also felt like her son needed help learning how to kiss, after all, he needed to know what it was like to properly make out with a girl if he was going to impress Sweetie Belle.
“Aww, I’m sorry,” Cream Heart says, “I should’ve knocked, I was just, so lost in thought.” Button Mash turned back to his mom after he realized that the moment had passed. He let his guard down and his embarrassment vanished.
“It’s okay mom,” Button Mash replies, “what did you need?”
“I was going to ask if I could borrow one of your t-shirts,” Cream Heart admits, “though it might be pointless now since, as you can see, I chose to wear a nightie.” There were a few moments of silence between the mother and son, Button Mash chuckling lightly at the scenario he was in. Cream Heart started to look a little timid however, and Button Mash was wondering what was going on inside of her head. “Y’know, if you needed kissing practice,” Cream Heart says, hesitating slightly, “all you had to do was ask?”
“Excuse me?” Button Mash says, suddenly getting flustered. His mom just suggested that she and him practice making out together. Then again, he did basically confess to his mom that he thought she was sexy and had fantasies about her.
“I know that sounds taboo but…” Cream Heart says, trying to make her words sound as little creepy as possible, “…if you’re going to impress Sweetie Belle, you need to show that you can kiss and make out like a real gentleman would, and I, as your mother, am willing to help you.”
“So, you and I should…” Button Mash tries to conjure up a response, but his two voices were both screaming different responses in his head.
“I’m going to show you how to make out,” Cream Heart says, taking her son by the hand and pulling him up, “first off, you’re going to be dancing with her, so you need to know how to find the right moment to give her a good peck on the lips. Do you remember how to slow-dance?”
“Yes ma’am,” Button Mash responds.
“Good,” Cream Heart replies as she wraps her right arm around Button Mash’s waist, causing him to wrap his left arm around his mom’s waist. The two of them hold hands and move into a little slow-dance to begin their practice. “Now, if you’re going to make the move on Sweetie Belle to kiss her, you’ve got to make sure that she’s hot and bothered first. A girl’s not gonna want to get it on if she’s not in the proper mood. You do this by using sweet talk, obviously, then you move on to physical touch. Don’t get too crazy yet though, start by caressing my waist and my face.”
Button Mash nods and begins moving his left hand from side to side. He could feel where the curve began on her ample rump, but did not bother going further just yet. His right hand meanwhile was working to massage Cream Heart’s facial cheeks without any pinching. Her son’s face-caressing especially got her going, so much that she was involuntarily about to pucker up her lips and go in for a kiss. This meant that what Button was trying was working and that they should move forward.
“That’s not all sweetie,” Cream Heart says, now with a more seductive purr in her voice, “if you’re able to distract her enough, she won’t know that your rubbing your hand across her ass until she finds herself loving it.” Button Mash noticeably tenses up. He didn’t realize that he had to touch Sweetie Belle’s butt before he could actually kiss her. “Go on, don’t be shy honey.” Cream Heart says, now with a menacing bedroom glare. Button Mash lowered his left hand so he could start feeling his mom’s large, soft, and plump ass. “Don’t start squeezing just yet, what you’re doing right now is perfect,” Cream Heart continues, placing her left hand on her son’s cheek,“you’re so handsome sweetie,” Cream Heart says with a chuckle, “I didn’t realize how much you’ve grown into a big strong man. No wonder Sweetie Belle has the hots for you.”
“And you’re beautiful,” Button Mash says, returning the compliment, “any man would be lucky to have someone as gorgeous you.” Cream Heart chuckles at her son’s sweet talk. She was now officially blushing, and her body was screaming at her to go for the kiss.
“You’ve got me so hot and bothered honey,” Cream Heart croons, “I think you should kiss me now.” And thus, the two of them lean in and open their mouths slightly before their lips come together like a magnet to metal. Their lips maintain a tight grip on each other, their eyes closed and minds filled with dopamine. They hold the kiss for an all too swift minute before their lips separate.
“How was that?” Button Mash asks.
“That was good,” Cream Heart replies, “you’re a fast learner, but now we’re going to move on to the real fun: making out. This is where you can gently squeeze your partners butt while you use your tongue for some real fun.” With that, the two of them wrap their arms around each other before jumping back into their kiss, this time they allow entry for each other’s curious tongues. The sounds that are produced from their mouth sex are loud and squishy, and it felt like the world around them was nothing more than an empty space of love and affection. Button Mash moves his hand until he finds his mom’s voluptuous ass again. This time he applies a little pressure to Cream Heart’s right butt cheek, causing her to moan audibly. Button Mash could feel the tent in his pants grow tighter as they continued their literally tongue-in-cheek romantic exploration. Cream Heart lifts her left leg up, causing her son to grab it from underneath as if it was a natural reflex. Like magic, Button Mash becomes a smooth romantic as he lifts his mom’s other leg and sits himself down on the bed. This does cause them to separate momentarily, but they continue making out like wild teenagers. Cream Heart wraps her legs around Button Mash, allowing him to use both hands to grasp her fabric-stretching caboose. Cream Heart begins to grind on her son’s lap, feeling the 7-inch member contained within the claustrophobic confines of his jeans.
“Oh my,” Cream Heart moans, “you really are a fast learner.” They continue making out while Cream Heart keeps grinding on Button Mash’s trapped cock. She didn’t just want to make out with her son, she was thirsty for him. She wanted to make love to him until dawn. She wanted him to live out his naughty fantasies of her. She wanted her son to bang her and stuff her with his life-giving semen. Before long, Cream Heart and Button Mash break the kiss, a string of saliva on their tongues still keeping them connected.
“Mommy,” Button Mash says, involuntarily calling her “mommy” like this were one of his sexual fantasies.
“Don’t worry son,” Cream Heart reassures, “I’m horny too. What do you say you use your tongue on other parts of me?” She then proceeds to take off her nightgown, leaving her in only her gym shorts, her EE-cup boobs fully exposed. Button Mash’s jaw nearly drops at the sight of his mom’s mountainous bare chest, the beautiful skin topped off with bright pink nipples. Those boobies looked so kissable to Button Mash that he couldn’t help but place his lips on Cream Heart’s right nipple, his sucking reflex from when he was an infant being fully embraced. He unapologetically uses his right hand to massage his mom’s left breast, causing her to moan in response.
“unngh~ mmm~ going back to your first love hun?” Cream Heart moans as she holds her son’s head close to her tits while he makes out with her nipple, “these puppies were always there for you when you were born, and they ohh <3 never forgot about you.” Though she was no longer lactating, Button Mash still loved sucking on his mom’s tits. He loved boobies, as did any adolescent boy, and it was exhilarating to suddenly remember what breastfeeding from his mom felt like. It almost made him wonder why boys would ever grow out of feeding from their mothers. Cream Heart’s tits were so soft, plump, and comforting that Button Mash found it hard to stop playing with them. He continued this practice for a good five minutes, switching between both of his mom’s bulging mommy milkers, until Cream Heart gets an idea. “Hey Mashy,” Cream Heart says, “ever heard the phrase ‘kiss my ass’?”
Button Mash nodded his head, then suddenly his mom got off his lap and turned around before taking her gym shorts and panties off. This left Cream Heart completely naked in front of her son, her massive moneymaker on full display for his enjoyment. She walks back to the bed and lays her torso on it. Button Mash gets off of the bed to take in the sight before him, his mom bent over on the bed, presenting her phat ass like a porn actress.
“Go ahead hun,” Cream Heart purrs with half-lidded eyes, “she wants a kiss too.” Button Mash grins from ear to ear upon hearing his invitation to stick his face into his mom’s vast valley of bootyflesh. He walks up to her and kneels down, now eye level with Cream Heart’s soaking pussy. Button Mash places his hands on her ass and goes in for the kiss.
“OOooohh…” Cream Heart’s voice cracks as she lets out a loud moan from her son’s sudden pleasure. Button Mash goes hard on making out with his mom’s plushy flower, thrusting his tongue into her and swishing it around, tickling and pleasuring Cream Heart immensely. She lifts herself up with her hands and continues to moan and shake her ass for her son. Suddenly, she feels her son’s tongue move up her booty, trying to gain access to a part of her that was contained underneath her oversized pillows. Cream Heart lays back down on her chest to allow Button Mash to spread her ass apart and make out with the puckered star contained underneath. He plunges himself into his mom’s anus, tongue and all, rendering her into a new form of compliance. Cream Heart spasms and squeaks from her son’s vigorous routine as she slowly allows her mind to slip away and enjoy the pleasure that she was receiving. She’s reduced to a submissive slutty mess, eventually cumming uncontrollably with another loud moan.
Button Mash went back down to his mom’s vagina to taste what she had squirted onto his chest. The scent and the taste of Cream Heart’s sexually induced vaginal fluids kicked Button Mash’s libido into overdrive. He soon realized that kissing was not enough for him. Once he was done with using his tongue, he stood up and pulled his pants down before chucking them across the room. His throbbing cock was at full mast and ready to use for sexual activity. Cream Heart was too distracted by the afterglow of her orgasm to notice that her son was about to penetrate her pussy with his 7-inch milkbone. Button Mash places his hand on his mom’s ass before sliding his dick into her nethers. Cream Heart moans again, this time breaking out into a sweat from the heavy physical excursion she was enduring. Loud claps echo throughout the room as Button Mash fucks his mom like she were his favorite pornstar. Their previous inhibitions were whisked away by the sex that they were having. Cream Heart moaned and moaned as she took every single thrust of her son’s large cock that was truly testing the limits of how far she could stretch. Button Mash meanwhile, was too distracted by how sexy his mom was to think about his original intention.
‘Screw Sweetie Belle! Screw prom night!’ Button Mash thought to himself as he was perfectly fine with having his mom be his first time. He was perfectly content just fucking his mom for as long as he wanted. However, after ten glorious minutes, both himself and his mom were starting to reach their limit. Cream Heart had beads of sweat running down her face and she was nearly about to pass out from the excessive amount of energy that was being exuded.
“ohh… m-mommy, I’m gonna f-fucking…” Button Mash moaned.
“Yes sweetie! Fuck me! Cum in me! Make me your dirty dirty bitch! OH!” Cream Heart moans loudly as she had already cum two more times. It takes thirty more seconds before Button Mash’s dam finally breaks, shooting wave after wave of his manly seed into his sweating and panting mother. He slips his cock out of Cream Heart’s pussy, allowing it to shrink after it endured such heavy activity. He walks around his bed to look at his mom’s face, which looked as if she was about to fall asleep on his bed.
“Did you enjoy that mom?” Button Mash asks.
“Oh honey, it was everything I wanted,” Cream Heart replies, barely managing to get herself off of her son’s bed. She was a little wobbly from getting her pussy rutted so much, but she was able to somehow keep herself standing.
“Thank you for helping me learn how to make out,” Button Mash says, fidgeting adorably with his fingers, “and, y’know…for what we just did.”
“Anytime sweetie, anytime,” Cream Heart replies, “though now I totally forgot what I was going to do.”
“I know what I want to do for the rest of the night,” Button Mash croons, twitching his eyebrows towards his still naked mother.
“Well, we should at least eat dinner first,” Cream Heart responds, “I’m going to shower, again, and maybe you can place an order for pizza.”
“Sounds good,” Button Mash replies. Cream Heart was about to walk out of the room before stopping herself and instead walking up to her son.
“One more thing sweetie,” Cream Heart says before bringing Button Mash in for one last big kiss on the lips, “I love you.” Button Mash smiles and blushes.
“I love you too mom”
