Button Mash Takes His Mom To Prom
Prom With Mom Is The Bomb
Button Takes His Mom To Prom
From the very moment Button Mash woke up that morning, he knew that day was not going to be his day, and the universe made no effort to correct him. His toast burned, they were out of milk, and then first thing that happened when he got to school was he realized he’d forgotten to bring his homework folder with him.
He saw Sweetie Bell and her guy. He couldn’t bear to look at her and just how perky she was. He couldn’t bear to see her with that other guy’s, Weight Set, tongue down her throat. How he groped her through her clothes and she leaned into his touch. She was wrapped up in his embrace and feeding him a passionate kiss. Their limbs wrapped around each other like snakes. They seemed oblivious to the rest of the world, the teeming masses of students, and the betrayed chump staring at them through the crowd. Button brushed his fingers into his jacket pocket. He felt the two tickets for prom still there, as if waiting for some miracle to come of use.
It was going to be a long day.
And sure enough it was. There somehow managed to be a test every single period. And it was his sciences block, so it meant that he was in for eight hours of torture at the unfeeling digits of math. He was never good at math. He wanted to be a scientist, he loved sciences, but he was just too stupid to do the math well enough; he’d never make it.
One by one the classes passed and Button presently found himself at lunch. The cafeteria was being converted for prom, though he couldn’t figure out what into exactly yet. He tried to keep his face down over lunch as he ate his sandwich, packed lovingly by his mother in a plan brown bag. At least it was good, as always. She took great care of him.
The whole school was abuzz with excitement for prom. The atmosphere was positively laden with anticipation so thick it shimmered. Button wanted to punch it. No date to prom for him, thus ended his high school career.
It hadn’t been too bad, though. Everyone was so wrapped up in their own excitement that nobody thought to ask him about his date and expose his shame.
But still, seeing all the excitement, the decorations, the couples clinging to each other, all just depressed Button Mash.
It made Button feel pathetic.
And as calculus dragged on, all he could think about was how he wanted the day to just end. He languidly pushed through his worksheet and got an early start on his homework. He barely heard when the bell went off, instead he just went in a haze.
His relief upon it finally being his story and disembarking was palpable. He staggered inside and dropped his ruck. It was over, the day was finally over. Now he could just go hide in his room and play video games and pretend like he was having a good time.
He got a good dozen games of Battle Horn in before he heard a knock at his door.
“Button, do you have a minute?”
His mom. Of course. “Sure. What is it?” He opened the door and there she was.
She began nervously, “Button, you’ve been really distant and quiet lately. Are you okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Buttton…” she began, drawing up to her full height and glowering at him. This was his only warning. “I know you better than anyone else, you can’t fool me.” She took a seat on his bed and leaned back, looking at him concernedly. “Come on, tell Mom what’s wrong?”
Button sat down beside her. She stroked his hair like she used to do when he was younger and upset. “Mom, you know how I like Sweetie Bell?”
“I do.”
“Well… it turned out she didn’t like me back.”
“I’m sorry, Button. That happens.”
He continued, “It was worse than that. She called me gross and said no filly in her right mind would ever want a guy like me.”
He felt something warm. His mom hugged him, and he returned it. He immediately felt the tension leave him in her embrace. “That’s just bullshit.”
“M-mom!?” Started, he looked up at her.
She laughed, “What, you’re a young man.”
“I’ve never heard you say stuff like that before in front of me.”
“Why shouldn’t I? You’re grown and about to graduate, you’re a young man. And a fine young man at that; Sweetie Bitch doesn’t know what the fuck she’s talking about.” Button nuzzled into her bosom. “You know, there’s no shortage of mares who’d be lucky to have a guy like you. Caring, witty, and just plain fun.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
She stroked his mane some more. “Feeling better?”
“A little. Well, when Sweetie shot me down, it also meant I didn’t get a date to prom.”
“When’s prom?”
Button sucked in air through his teeth, making a sound like a leaking compressor. “Tonight. I even bought tickets…” Button sighed and sagged his shoulders downwards like a sack of rice dropped carelessly.
Thump! Cream Heart Mash stood up suddenly. She grabbed Button by the shoulders. “What are you waiting for? Let’s go!” Button tried to stop her, but she was off like a shot down the hall. “I got just the thing!” she hollered. “Go find your suit!”
Button opened his closet. There was a mess of clothes all over the floor. He swore to himself he was going to clean it up, but it somehow just kept accumulating. Fortunately, his suit was hanging in its sheath. He took it out and slid it on. He went over to the mirror to see how it fit. He frowned. He was skinny and bony, so skinny and bony that in fact he hardly filled the suit out at all. He thought he looked like a boy trying to masquerade as an adult. He could see his collarbone easily through the unbuttoned neck. When he moved, it was obvious that it hung off him like on a scarecrow. He reached down and tightened the belt a good more four notches so his pants wouldn’t wall off. Thin, skinny, boney, and short at only five foot three. No wonder Sweetie hadn’t wanted him.
As he fiddled with his cuffs, a wet touch graced his cheek. “There’s my man,” cooed his mom, hugging him before smoothing out the creases in his suit. Button blushed, feeling the heat in his cheeks as Cream Heart trailed her touch around his torso and stood behind him, her breasts pressing into his shoulders as her head appeared atop his. Looking in the mirror, he saw more than a little neckline exposed. “Very good, Button. You look very fetching.” She hugged him to her chest. He squished in softly and gently.
“Th-thanks, M-mom!” Button spluttered as he realized what she was doing.
His mother just laughed and brushed him aside to look at herself in the mirror, red lipstick in hand. As she applied it to her face, staining her mouth bright red, Button licked his own lips. She popped it down and asked, “How do I look?”
Button looked his mother up and down, speechless. Her long legs showed though a slit side black skirt. A broad belt sat seductively slant like a sash on her hips. The satin material split to show a long and deep neckline that illustrated her abundant breasts. But what really took Button’s breath away was her face. Instead of the slightly dowdy and tired aspect she normally had, being his mother and holding a job was hard work, she looked easily 20 years younger. Her eyes were bright, her lips were an almost obscene scarlet, and despite a few wrinkles, she just looked radiant. And her hair was tied up into a high knotted ponytail that draped down her back with some cascading over her shoulders.
“Mom… I.. you look great!” Button struggled to get out.
“Cream Heart. Tonight, Button, I’m not mom, I’m Cream Heart.”
“You look great, Cream Heart, really sexy!” he said, stumbling over calling his mother by her first name. It felt strange, like seeing someone for the first time in person after only knowing them as an online persona.
Cream Heart chucked and left the room. Button followed her. She picked up her purse and it made a heavy clink. She turned around as she descended the stairs to wink at him. He followed her downstairs, where she stood by the door expectantly.
Cream Heart looked at him with approval. “Won’t you take a girl out for the evening?”
Button got the door and escorted his date out and into the passenger seat of the car. He sat down in the driver’s seat and turned it on.
“Oh my. Where are you taking me?”
“Prom.”
“One thing first.”
“What?” Button asked, turning to look at Cream Heart, only to be met by her lips on his own, her hand pulling on his forearm to bring him close. He pushed back and she applied some tongue. Whoa.
“Ready.”
Button shifted into reverse and got them out of the driveway. He turned on the headlights, revved the engine, and shifted into first gear. They were on their way.
The couple arrived at the school after a half hour drive. Button had to park on the street because all the spaces were taken, but he didn’t really care. He had a hot date to the prom after all!
Soon they were inside, and Button Mash scarcely recognized it with the decorations everywhere. Velvet rope cordons at the entrance, banners along the halls in their school colors, and even rolled out red carpets in the middle of the halls. Button escorted Cream Heart, taking her by the arm. She was definitely wearing heels, not radical ones, but enough to give her a visible boost over normal. They could feel the pounding of the music through the floor long before they did through the thrumming air.
Button noticed an odd noise in the air and saw heads turning their way. He heard whispers of “Who is she?” and “THAT’s who Button’s with?” and scandalized gasps of incredulity.
Cream Heart giggled and leaned on his shoulder. “My my me oh my, I think we’re causing a stir.”
“We? You’re the one everyone’s gawking at!” he hissed back.
“It’s at you, too,” she said, “they’re wondering how you got me.”
“How did I get you?”
“I figured you looked like a good time and you said you needed a date.”
Button slowed and blushed a little. “Well, it was kinda embarrassing to admit. S’kinda uncool to be at prom with my mom.”
Cream Heart sighed, looking him square in the eyes. She said, “Button, I’ve been there when you were 3 and tore dozens of bags of chips off the shelf while screaming your head off because you wanted candy and I said no. Nothing you do is ever going to be anywhere near as embarrassing.”
“Am I a handful?”
Her face grew serious. “Kinda, sometimes. Mostly when you get stuck in some stupid rut and I have to play twenty questions to figure out what’s bothering you.”
“Like how I’ve been sulking the past week?”
“Yep. I fucking hate that bullshit. Talk to me, honey, don’t make this poor woman guess what’s up. Like, by Celestia’s radiant twat, I’m not a mind reader, and I have feelings, too. When you treat me like that, it makes me worry I may have done something wrong. It hurts.”
Button hugged her. “I’m sorry.”
She accepted it and exhaled, holding him close. “You’re forgiven. Just try to remember I’m not just your mother, I’m a woman, a person, too. Anyway, we’re here for fun. Where too, [darling?”
Button paused. “If the party’s anywhere, it’s got to be in the gym.”
“I got the perfect favor,” said Cream Heart as she tapped her purse.”
Button glanced down and asked, “Cream, what’s in there?”
“Oooooh, just a little surprise, won’t hurt anyone,” she said deliberately breezily, avoiding her date’s eyes.
“It’s booze, isn’t it?”
She frowned. “I thought I was supposed to be the mature and serious one.”
Button hissed, “Mom!”
She pressed on his lips with one finger. “Cream. Heart.”
“Fine, Cream Heart, you can’t have that here, it’s against the rules, you’re gonna get us in trouble.”
“Only if I get caught,” she said. And then she took her date by the hand and followed the flow of traffic towards the gym.
The gym was totally transformed from a place of athletics torture into a dance floor fit for maybe a shitty rave hosted by hobos. Still, they had a disco ball hanging from the rafters, and twirling light orbs on the raised basketball hoops. A small stage was raised with speakers, a microphone, and a set of turntables. Off to the right were the refreshments. A long table of cookies, cakes, hors d’oeuvres, soft drinks, and a huge bowl of punch.
Cream Heart met his eye and hatched a wicked grin. “Distract the chaperone!” the madwoman blurted as she made a beeline for the punch. Button shrugged and played along. The punch was guarded by the chemistry teacher, who he knew for a fact liked him. He gathered up his wits as his lady discretely got behind the table and opened her purse’s top flap. “Hello, Missus Oxide.”
Oxide looked at him and smiled. “Button! Fancy seeing you here. I was worried you wouldn’t come.”
“Why’s that?” Button laughed.
“You never struck me as being a party guy.”
Button nodded and agreed, “Well, yeah, but it’s prom, you know, last chance and all that. I didn’t think you liked parties, either.”
“Oh, Celestia’s spiral horn no, I hate this. I’m just here because they’re paying me double overtime for it. That and we all got bets for who’s coming with who.”
“Whom,” interrupted an oily voice from the left side. “Whom is for direct objects, who is for subjects.”
Oxide snapped, “I don’t care, Em Dash!”
“But you should care. Are the sciences not about rigor, hmm?”
Button saw Cream Heart was gone from the bowl and extricated himself from the situation before the Ponish teacher had an opportunity to kill him with boredom. He broke right and met Cream, who was holding a cup of punch for each othem.
“I think you’ll like this,” she said, lifting it up to his hands. He took it and sipped. He tasted the bitter burn of alcohol. He grinned at her and then drank the rest of you.
“What’s in this?”
“Oh, just a little bit of raw ethanol.” Cream Heart showed him just a flash of the bottle, sure enough it was a full fifth of pure grain alcohol.
“Oh shit, ponies are going to get so drunk,” Button said. Cream Heart grabbed another cup and filled it with punch, and then drank both quickly.
“You and me, both, and all of them, too.” She walked down to the foods end of the table and filled out a pair of plates. “Here, Button, so you don’t get quite so shitfaced.”
He took the plate and they made their way to a wall where there was room. He took a bite of the slice of cake. “Thanks. I forgot, drinking on an empty stomach is a bad idea.”
“I want you good and awake for tonight.” Button leaned over and kissed her on the mouth this time, responding to her flirt.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“What do you want it to mean?” Cream Heart Mash casually traced a finger down over where her pussy was hidden under her skirt.
Button’s heart thudded at his mom’s words. “Did you do anything like this for you own prom?” He was trying to change the subject and avoid what he thought she was hinting at. He knew what ponies on prom night – but with her?
The older mare laughed, “Oh, heavens, no! I was way more like you at the time.”
“So, what did you do?”
Cream Heart took a big gulp of heavily spiked punch. “I… I actually didn’t go to prom at all.”
Button stared at her. “Cream, seriously, you didn’t go?”
“I stayed home and watched movies with my brother and our friends. I was too shy at the time.”
Button said, “I’m having a hard time imagining you as shy.”
“And these ponies are having a hard time seeing the reality of you with a beautiful lady.”
Button nodded as he agreed with her point. “Did you have a good time?”
She looked down and slowly unballed her hand. “I guess I did. I still wish I’d taken a chance and gone out instead.”
He held her hand and intertwined their fingers. “Well, I’m glad I get to be your prom date, Cream Heart.”
“Me too, Button.”
He asked, “So what made you be more outgoing?”
She answered, “I wanted more out of life than what hiding in a corner could give. There’s chances galore, all you have to do is just go out and seek them. You can’t live a full life in a box.”
“Wow, I never thought of it like that before. And to think I have spent my entire life pretty much hiding…”
She pulled him before he could sink into a pout. “Hey, let’s dance. You can’t have a prom without dancing.”
“Uh, I don’t dance,” objected Button.
“Not as you are now, but a few more cups of punch can change that.”
Button smacked her butt. “I like the way you think.”
It was a lot of cups of punch before Button and Cream were good and ready to begin to dance. Button didn’t know how many he had had, but he was definitely drunk, and Cream Heart was faring not too much better than him against the ravages of the ethanol coursing through their blood.
The young male finished his last drink with a flourish and grabbed his date by the shoulder. “Hey, sexy, let’s dance,” he said with a slur.
Cream Heart didn’t have time to raise any objections before Button dragged her off, spilling drink in the process. “My booze!” she hissed.
“My party,” Button laughed as he began to shake his hips and step to the beat. It was a little hard at first, but with the power of liquor on his side, the legs on his suit surely became alive. He dipped his head in time with the heavy bass beats, and clapped his hands. He felt the heat of the rhythm enter his body and it took away his remaining inhibitions. Soon he hopped to the tune with the other revelers.
Cream heart was not quite so taken up with the revelry, but watching her guy get absorbed was helping. She shook her hips and lifted her arms, making a long arc with her sumptuous body. She had less energy than these younger ponies, but she was no lazy slouch. They wanted to party, she was going to show them how to party!
She stomped and cheered, losing herself in the beat, swimming with the alcohol through the music and crowd. She lost herself in the moment, and for the first time in a long while, thought only of herself and had pure fun with nothing else on her mind.
Button came over and she stuck her ass out, gyrating it. Button smacked it and ground his hips against it. He felt the heat rising in him again as he got hard down below. This dance was after her time, but if that’s what was the thing to do, she was going to do it, and to hell with what anypony else thought!
Suddenly, everyone paused, frozen in place as the illusion was broken by shattering silence. Then, a slow drum beat emerged, backed by savory woodwinds and light piano. A slow dance. Button grabbed Cream Heart and embraced her, rocking their bodies back and forth.
His erection pressed into his mother’s thigh. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“I’m not,” she said, taking a hand off him to guide his right down to her waist. He couldn’t see it for the dark, but she was blushing just as much as him.
He held her close, his face in her tits as the song went on. There were perks to being a shorty, after all. Cream Heart Mash’s warmth gently washed over Button Mash, and she swayed gently with him. His hand grew bold and went lower. Soon, it was no longer on her waist, but on her hip. His fingers tingled as he looked up at her for approval. She nodded, and so his hand drifted all the way down to her ass and squeezed. To his shock, he didn’t feel any panties. She pressed their bodies closer together. The motions of her legs directly teased his crotch now. The darkness could hide his reaction from sight, but not from touch. He felt his date giggle under her breath through her breasts.
And then he saw them and groaned, “It’s them, shit.”
“Who?”
“Sweetie Bell and Weight Set.”
Cream spun them around. “So that’s the dumb filly who missed out on you?”
“Yeah.”
“Unlucky her. I get you all to myself.” She stroked the short brown soft hairs of the top of his mane on his head. “And I think she’s having buyer’s remorse right about now.”
“What?” Button implored. Cream Heart said nothing, instead steering them around again so he got to see Sweetie Bell himself, and his partner was clearly right. She was staring at them, much to her guy’s chagrin. She was hot as shit in her outfit, and Button felt a pang of longing to be her guy, but that was drowned out by the great time he was having with Cream Heart. “No kidding, Cream, she looks jealous enough to throw you off me.”
“I’d like to see a bitch try,” she joked haughtily. “Grab my boob, make her wish that was her.”
“What?”
Cream took his hand and gently placed it on one of her marvelous F cup mounds. “Squeeze. Gently.”
Button, nearly speechless, did so. Cream Heart let out an exaggerated moan. Steam could have jetted from his ears. He saw Sweetie’s jaw drop in disbelief and then the stormed off with a penitent Weight Set behind her.
That should have been the end of it, but they were not themselves that night. “More!” Cream hissed at him. “Lower. Onto the nipple.” Button did so and he realized he was having an effect on his mare.
And as he squeezed her chest, his other hand had at her ass, clenching the supple feminine flesh. Cream pushed his head deep between her tits as if to drown him in them and hugged him tight. Her crotch ground at his upper leg. There was too much pressure for it to be an accident. Soon, he felt something wet bleeding through the tweed fabric of his suit trousers.
Drunk on growing desire, Button thrust himself against her. He felt a hand rubbing against the front of his pants, teasing at his hard dick. He took his head out from between the great breasts, only for his partner to lunge hungrily at him for a deep kiss, this one with full tongue and moans of lust.
His hand slipped into her dress. Two large breasts and only one hand between them. He groped and squeezed at them, enjoying the distinctly female reactions from his partner. Meanwhile, his hand snaked around from her ass to her side, and then went up her skirt slit. Indeed she was not wearing panties. He touched the front of her body and felt wetness, sticky and slimy. He rubbed a finger through the slit, making her shiver. He was totally lost in the wonders of the body he was hold.
Suddenly, it all stopped again! The spell was broken. The slow dance had come to a stop and was replaced by the fast beats of the usual music.
Cream Heart Mash and Button Mash broke apart and looked at each other, both blushing furiously, both breathless. “Whoa,” they said together.
They left the gym this time and sat on one of the lobby benches outside. Neither dared speak for a long while. Shame filled his heart. He knew they were just two ponies on a date tonight, but he felt like in his lust for his mother, he had transgressed past a taboo, like he had done something deeply wrong, something they shouldn’t do together.
Button eventually broke the silence. “So, uh, um, about that, I am sorry.”
His date replied, “Don’t be. I was the one who egged you on.”
“Why?”
“I wanted to.”
“But why? It’s not like there’s anything wrong with keeping it clean.”
Cream Heart let out an enormous sigh. She couldn’t meet his eyes. She said, “That’s just the thing. Here tonight, just being filly and colt out for fun together, I’ve realized something.”
“What is it?” He leaned over and looked at her worriedly.
“I like you, Button, I like you a lot.”
“Well, yeah, I love you, Mom -- Cream Heart.”
She shook her head and laughed, “Not like that. A different way, I like you like how a mare likes a stallion. I think I’m seriously attracted to you.”
Button’s eyes widened. He said, “So what you were saying back at the house, it wasn’t just to make me feel better?”
“A bit of both. Look, okay, to be your mom, I had to sacrifice a lot of myself. One of the things I had to sacrifice was who I am as a woman. I had to put aside that part of me that lusts and loves and laughs so I could devote myself to taking care of you. And, well, I think I really really like you.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re fun, you’re witty, you’re just nice to be around, Button. And you’re nice looking, too. Honestly, there’s no other way to say this. I want you.”
The young male blushed hard. Button looked Cream up and down long and hard. He remembered her comment earlier. “You don’t mean…?”
“Depends on what you want it to mean. It is prom, after all.”
It was his turn to be bashful. "I uh find you really hot, too, and I also like you a lot."
"Thanks, Button."
He cleared his throat. "Mom?"
"Cream Heart."
"Cream Heart, would you have sex with me?"
She looked him in the eyes. "Sure," she agreed, almost casually.
"Really?" he gasped incredulously.
"Sure thing. I mean it. It's a prom tradition and we're at prom."
"You mean it? It's really okay."
"Tonight we're just two sweethearts at a dance."
"But the rest of the time..."
Cream kissed his cheek and said, "Tonight you are my man. Nothing you want tonight is wrong."
"And I mean that is the prom tradition, isn't it?"
"Well, what are we waiting for?"
"I don't have a condom," Button said plaintively.
Cream Heart chuckled, "Don't worry about it; you won't give me anything, and I'm protected."
"You really mean it?"
"Totally. I want you. As a man."
"And I want you as a man wants a woman."
"So let's not waste time."
Button pointed to the locker rooms. "Over there, I bet there's nobody in the lockers right now."
"Well, let's go," said his date, standing up and dragging him by the hand.
Surely enough the locker room was unoccupied. They kissed several more times. Button pawed the mare's chest some more until she dropped her top, revealing her breasts at long last in full. She sat down on the bench and let him suckle her. Meanwhile, she was trying to undo his pants. Celestia damn belts! She at last got the belt and Button let go of her long enough to get his pants down He was already hard.
"I see you're excited," Cream joked. She lay back and hiked up her skirt, exposing her pussy. "I'm wet for you. Come on and fuck me. Quick." she urged.
Button hesitated. "I've... I've never been with a girl before. Not that I uh haven't um played some, but dick in pussy, no."
Cream Heart reassured him. "I know what you mean. I figured from how you were playing me during our dance. Anyway, tonight's all about you. I would be honored to take your virginity, Button. Come, be inside of me, and don't stop until you cum. My body is your to use as you wish."
"Okay," he breathed, getting between his mother's legs on the bench. His hard cock brushed her wet slit.
"A bit further down," she instructed. He pushed down and moved his hips forward. He slid in without resistance. "There we are."
She didn't need words to understand how he was feeling. Button was immediately overwhelmed with several alien sensations at once -- an environment that was hot, wet, and soft. It felt incredible. He trembled all over as electricity overran his shaft.
"Cream..."
"You feel great, fuck me."
She rocked his hips and he held her close. They kissed. He thrust into her and she let out gentle moans to encourage him. Her pussy felt incredible. His motions were jerky and uncertain, but he gave her his best.
Pleasure rapidly began to grow in his cock. It was incredible, it could have been addictive. Every single motion inside his lover's pussy flooded his brain with dopamine. He was losing to his instincts and started to rock and thrust his hips faster and faster. He got a sort of rhythm going. He slowly pressed in and drew out, just savoring the new sensations of being inside a mare, the wonders of a female embrace. He looked into Cream Heart's eyes and he kissed her. She caressed his face and held him close. He sighed tensely, "I'm gonna cum soon."
"Cum inside me, Button, it's okay."
"Cream Heart," he cooed, kissing her lips and hugging her back. They rocked together with him atop her for a few more thrust. Then, pleasure peaked and exploded, radiating throughout his cock, making the young man's whole body tensed up. Kissing his date deeply stifled his moans as their tongues struggled, pushing at each other like he surged balls deep into her cunt. His cock twitched, spilling his cum into her. He was lost in a storm of pleasure as he gave himself completely to his mate. And she welcomed and comforted him with her body, clutching him to her tits and locked him inside her with her legs, calling his name over and over again, gently coaxing orgasm through him.
And then, just as suddenly as it came, it faded, and Button Mash found himself looking into his mare's eyes.
"How was that?" Button asked.
"Really nice. I'm glad you enjoyed it; not bad for a first time. I... I've missed being with guys, I forgot just how nice it is to be wanted, and how it feels as a lady when a guy cums for you. How did you like it?"
Button said, "It was wet, really wet -- I wasn't expecting that. It was nice, but over before I knew it."
They kissed again. Cream stroked his hair some more. "Prom's going to be winding down soon. Wanna go home?"
He answered, "Yeah. Let's just say I'm not going to be doing much more dancing after that."
"Me neither."
"Oh, and Button?"
"Yes, Cream?" he replied.
"I've had a great time with you. I'm glad I could be your first."
"Thanks, Cream," he said, "And I just want to say thanks for being my date -- for letting me get to know you -- not as my mom, but as a mare. I never really saw you like that before." He caressed her face and played gently with her boobs, squeezing and kissing them lightly.
She just smiled and tousled his hair. She grabbed her purse. "I'm going to call a cab, let's try to be dressed by the time it arrives."
Button Mash awoke in the morning in the golden light. He was up against something warm. He turned over and opened his eyes. It was his mother, stark naked as day. It all came flooding back to him. Prom, his mother, Cream Heart, the drinks, the dance, losing his virginity to her on a locker room bench.
The flood of memories could have bowled him over had he not been lying down. It was a lot to take in, but he smiled. It had been a wonderful night with wonderful memories. He'd had a hell of a time taking Cream Heart to prom, being the envy of mare and stallion alike, of drinking spiked punch with her, and just going to town on the dance floor.
But what really stuck in his mind were the conversations he'd had with her. She had never talked like that to him before. For the first time ever, Cream Heart had spoken to him like an equal, an adult. Moreover, he'd gotten to know parts of her he'd never known existed before. It was like seeing an open door, one open to possibilities previously never even imagined. For the first time ever, this mare with him wasn't just his mother, she was Cream Heart, a whole person hidden behind that maternal exterior of Momma Mash.
She stirred. "Button?" she asked groggily, still mostly asleep.
He whispered, "I'm here, Cream." He draped an arm over her and cupped a breast as he snuggled into her. "I love you." He didn't know what this new phase of their relationship would entail, but he wasn't afraid to find out together with her.
And, unbeknownst to him, she was smiling for the same reason.
Author's Note
My first story in a long time. I swore to myself I would do something for this contest, and somehow I pulled it off. I hope you liked it.
No editors this time, just me.
