An Explosive Combination

This is a direct continuation.
Seriously, go read A Volatile Mixture first!

You lost track of the time from how many days it had been since you wanked one out to your mom in the shower. In your panicked state, you made sure you quickly cleaned up your mess before you ended up getting caught, lest you end up pissing off your mom and embarrassing yourself to an extent you’d never recover from.

When you busted the fattest earth shattering nut you did, staining the carpet and the dining area of her trailer, you had to get your shit together and move fast to hide anything that could give her any idea that you were jerking it to her. The cum was probably the worst part; thick and viscous as it was it took a bit to clean up, but luckily she had a lot of washcloths laying around you could use to soak it up and some handy scented spray.

Though the already present mess in her trailer would probably hide the smell, she would probably mistake it for one of her past romps you were very aware she was still having even though you and Apogee were sleeping not ten feet away from her bedroom, so you could hear everything they were doing.

So cleaning up wasn’t that big of an issue, considering the constant state of disarray in the trailer.

Apogee had come back just in the nick of time to catch you throwing on a shirt as Delta finished up her shower. She was blushing up a storm but you couldn’t fathom why that was. You ignored and instead focused on making sure your sister didn’t catch onto what you just did.

That was how the rest of the night had gone, uncomfortable silence for all of you; mostly yourself. Delta didn’t even seem to give a damn about what either of you were doing, and busied herself with working on something outside in her hanger. Apogee meanwhile, was sneaking you looks before looking down at her phone, and you half considered asking her what she was staring at, but after a while you were just too exhausted to care about it.

Dad still hadn’t texted you back either about the trip, and you just groaned from the annoyance of it. No doubt he was balls deep in some random mare, or femcolt, who even knows.

You swear your family couldn’t be anymore dysfunctional.

You managed to get through the next couple of days fairly well, all things considered; you went to school and focused on your studies as you avoided Apogee like the plague, entirely because you weren’t sure how you could handle being around her after her stunt at the pool.

The feeling of her tight little ass pressed up against your dick was more than enough to get your hormones raging again, you honestly wished you could have snuck in a touch or two.

You slapped yourself at the thought, and that was embarrassing to explain in class.

Surprisingly enough you found you didn’t care as much as you used to about the whole situation you were thrust into, all thanks to your dad dumping you off here. You honestly found that to be a little disconcerting.

You had to be losing your mind or something, the fumes from Delta’s trailer was making the anchor weighing down your sanity chip and shatter with each passing day.

All of this pent up stress with your family issues and school on top of the sexual frustration was making you lose your mind, it was the only logical explanation for it!

Throughout the next day, you had school off—you decided to call in sick, your stomach was upset and sleep didn’t come easy. You fought off internal demons that waged a war in your psyche, and used your dick as a battlefield; it kept you awake some nights. It didn’t help that Apogee continued to snuggle you close every night, face buried in the nap of your neck and her chest pressed against your back, forcing you to feel the supple and soft shape of her budding tits.

It didn’t help that you could imagine yourself groping them, feeling their softness in your hands like two small pillows to knead and fondle throughout the day, forgetting all your worries.

It sounded nice, until you realized it was your sister and it only made you hornier.

It made you think about your mom as well, which only furthered the worries and horniness in your mind.

It didn’t help that Rose—your gf—hadn’t returned your text messages, and she had avoided you at school for whatever reason. You couldn’t help but wonder what was going on, what she was going through. Every time you asked her, it seemed like she was pushing you away, with constant reassurance from her that she was okay, that nothing was wrong.

When you received the ping on your cell, everything changed when you saw one of your friends sent you a text message.

The group chat room you were in with your friends was suddenly filled with several images, ones of Rose hanging out with some other buck at school; you recognized the guy, he was the school’s resident Buckball Star, a living prodigy and on his way to a long and successful career.

Rose had her arm wrapped around his shoulders with the biggest smile you had ever seen on her, bigger than any smile you had seen. Her eyes all but twinkled in the picture like starlight, mouth captured open in a laugh as they walked through the street. Rose looked happier than she ever was with you when you took her out on dates.

The other pictures you saw were of the same thing, the duo hanging out in Las Pegasus here and there. They were closer than you were comfortable with and it only made your stomach twist up into a knot at the implications. It was obvious what was going on, but you wanted to keep your mind off of the thought as your heart teetered between tearing in half and exploding.

The last picture was what you were scared of.

She was kissing him.

Her lips attached to his.

Somewhere in the midst of your chest, where the most vital organ in your body was pumping blood through your system. The feeling of icy talons wrapping around it appeared, followed by the swift and sudden gripping realization of what was happening. You didn’t even react to your friends’ comments on the photos, no…

You were too busy going through your first ever heartbreak.

It was in the morning, and these photos had to have been taken yesterday, which was when you texted Rose about meeting up for another date.

She had said she was busy.

Your stomach was doing flips and turns inside your body, like a rollercoaster that was close to derailing from the speed. A feeling of nausea bubbled up in your stomach, bile and dinner from last night mixed together with the already fragile emotional state of yours, threatening to spill over onto your mom’s already stained trailer carpet.

“Ailly?” Apogee muttered next to you. Your twin had just woken up, you only just barely registered her presence as she tiredly plopped her lithe body next to you, and rested her head on your shoulder.

Nothing escaped your lungs except the air, you couldn’t think of anything to say to her. You just felt her gaze on your phone, felt her breath tickling your ear.

She’s cheating on me. What did I do wrong?

“What’s wrong?” You watched Apogee reach around you and use her finger to slide up through the group chat; she had met your friends before, so she knew their names and that anything they usually posted was trustworthy, they would never lie to you.

The pictures came back into view, your friends had been talking and they vanished above, you hadn’t even been paying attention to it until now.

‘She left you for someone better.’

“Wait, isn’t that Rose?... Ailly?”

I thought…

You set your phone down the table, face down. You couldn’t bear to stare at the images any longer, or what your friends were talking about.

You felt Apogee’s arms around your shoulders, and you felt her fingers gripping gently. “Ailly?”

You felt uncomfortable now and your eyes stung from the tears breaking through, moments later you felt them run down your cheeks, and your eyes began to burn.

Rose was cheating on you with one of the popular kids at school.

Your first ever relationship with one of the prettiest girls you’ve ever met.

She’s really…

Your friends were still talking in the group chat, and a lot of them were trying to get your attention. You just stared down at the phone as the images floated up through the chat, disappearing from sight.

“Ailly, you’re scaring me...” Apogee’s voice broke through your thoughts, and you finally tore your gaze from the phone to look at her.

Her eyes were laced with concern, and her usually bubbly smile wasn’t there, instead replaced with a delicate frown that marred her otherwise delicate features. The sunlight dripped in through the window behind you, casting its orange glow on her.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had seen your sister so worried.

“That was Rose, wasn’t it?”

She knew Rose; the two had talked briefly when you invited her over to your house in Las Pegasus, where she met your dad and sister.

Your eyes fell from her face, down to her chest and eventually into her lap. You worked your throat to swallow down the knot in it and you nodded. “Y-yeah...”

You felt Apogee’s arms wrap around you, and felt her pull you into her. You were too weak to resist your sister, and so ended up with your face buried in the nape of Apogee’s neck. Her arms gently wrapped around you, one settling above your wings and the other below.

You felt her nuzzle into your mane, and you shook.

“I’m so sorry, Ailly.” She whispered into your ear, causing it to flick slightly. Her words did little to soften the immense blow you’ve just taken to your heart.

You didn't fight her when she hugged you, you just closed your eyes and silently wept. You hated crying, it made you feel weird, made you feel weak. Apogee didn’t say anything, she just held you as your mind and heart began to spiral. You almost didn't notice her shifting herself to sit more upright as you stayed reclined in the bed, laying against her.

But now instead of your cheek laying against her collarbone, it was nestled against her chest. Not her breasts, but her the firm, flat part just above her cleavage. But that didn't keep your chin from pressing into the soft flesh of her bosom. It wasn't sexual, nor was it meant to be. It wasn't even any teasing on her part as you would have otherwise have liked to suspect. It was just a natural platonic intimacy between family.

But that didn't mean that it wasn't still a little distracting. At first you wanted to be upset and left to your grief. But as sure as you were about anger being a phase of loss, it passed quickly. It was hard to stay mad in this place, held in her arms. You kept waiting for her to say something. You didn't know what you expected her to say, or what you even hoped for her to say. What could she even say that would help? She must have known that too, because she was just content to hold you as long as you needed.

Nice as it was, it was still the height of summer in a trailer with no working A/C, and you were starting to get sweaty. When you pulled away and stood up, she must have caught a chill because you caught a glimpse of her nipping through her sleep shirt.

"Where you going?" she asked.

You shrugged. "I don't know," you said, truthfully. You felt lost in every sense of the word.

"Ailly, I- I don;t know what to say. I wish I knew what to say. But..."

"It's okay," you said on reflex. But your words sounded hollow even to you. "I mean- it's not, but- that's not your fault."

"You know, you should actually try talking to Mom about it," she suggested.

It was a nice sentiment but, "I don't think Mom is really the one to talk to about this sort of touchy-feely stuff."

Apogee shrugged. "Well, she does know a thing or two about bad breakups."

You couldn't help but snort, but truer words were never spoken. "Yeah, you're right about that."

"I think she's out to the hanger."

You glanced at the clock. "This early? She not usually a morning person."

"True, but it's supposed to be a hot one today," she said.

"It's always hot here."

"Yeah, but like, triple digits."

"Great..." You sighed, knowing the sweat on your forehead would likely be there all day. You head outside, and even while still low in the eastern sky, the sun already felt especially oppressive. Like the trailer, the hanger offered shade. And what was better was the openness of it let a cool breeze flow through. When the breeze would deign the blow. Unlike today. That was when the heat was the worst. When the air was just stagnant. The shade alone would have to do. Now there was just to find your mom.

"Piece of shit!"

Well, that didn't take long. You followed the stream of expletives into the hanger. Her voice echoed from behind some large fuselage and walking around it, you found her. Or rather, half of her. Her lower half was hanging out of some... thing. The rest of her was somewhere on or inside it, uttering some continuous babble of swears.

"Mom?"

You heard a loud clunk and then, "Fucking cunt rag!" Her legs kicked and she slinked out of the equipment, rubbing her head, looking pissed at you. "The fuck!? Don't sneak up on me!"

"Sorry."

"The fuck you want anyway?"

"I uh... can I talk to you about something?"

She cringed, presumably from the pain in her head, but just as likely from the prospect of having to 'parent'. "Eh, shit. Gimmie a second." She climbed back into the mangled mess of machinery and came back out with an open can of beer.

"Isn't it a little early to start drinking?" you asked.

"Pfft, who stops?" she asked rhetorically. She slammed down the rest of the beer, crushed the can in her hand, and threw it off in a random direction before ripping a loud belch. You followed her towards the back of the hanger to where there was a couch.

The couch was, by all objective measures, trash. And yet, compared to the folding card table in the trailer kitchen and the mattresses protected by piles of laundry you laughingly called beds, it was the nicest piece of furniture she owned. She flopped down on the side next to the Styrofoam cooler. She leaned over and opened the lid and grabbed one of the cans floating in the water inside, next to the last remaining ice cube doing it's best before closing the lid again.

"Break time. You have until I finish this. So what's on your mind, champ?" she asked.

You realized that you could have very little time knowing how fast she could drink, so you just came right out with it. "Rose is cheating on me."

She blinked at you. "Well shit, kid," she cracked her beer and took a sip. "I thought you told me it was 'nothing to worry about', and that I should just 'bug out of it'."

"Yeah, well..." you tried to say. You tried not to let your broken heart show in your eyes. You tried, anyway.

She rolled her eyes and sighed, patting the ripped cushion next to her. "Fuck'n... take a seat." You accepted the offer and sat down next to her. "Welcome to the Broken Hearts Club, kid. Population: fuck'n... everypony." She reached into the cooler and grabbed another beer. She held it out to you.

"Really?"

She shrugged. "Fuck it, you're old enough." You gave her an unsure look. "Fuck'n, I don't know! This is the sorta shit you should talk to your Dad about. I mean, if he wasn't off banging some twink right now..."

"Mom-"

"Fuck'n relax, it's Saturday."

"Actually, it's Friday."

"What are you, the calendar police or something?" She asked and then blinked before she re-orientated herself as if she had just woken up. "The fuck are you doing home then?"

"I felt sick," you told her, clearly faking a cough.

She snorted. "Don't let your father find out." You looked down at the can in her hand and back at her. "What? Bitch broke your heart, and you're asking an alcoholic how to cope. Are you really that surprised?" You couldn't argue with that, so you took the beer can from her and opened it to take a sip. You were decidedly not a fan. She smirked at the face you made. "Hey, you want good beer, you can pay for it yourself. I drink Kirin beer because its cheap."

"Yeah well Kirin beer tastes like Kirin piss."

She snorted and muttered, "It probably is."

"What?" you asked.

"Nothing," she said quickly.

"Look, I dunno what you want me to tell you. But I don't give two shits about some high school romance that didn't work out, and now you feel like your world is ending. It's fuck'n cliché. What next? You gonna dye your mane black and start wearing eyeliner and shit like some emo bitch?"

"What? No!" you said. "I just- I don't know. Wanted some advice about moving on."

"Cry me a river, build me a bridge, and get the fuck over it," she said.

You nodded sarcastically in frustrated resignation. "Yeah, okay. Thanks Mom. Great talk."

You went to stand up and she put her hand on your shoulder. "Okay, wait," she said. "Look, you know I'm no good at this parenting shit."

"You don't say."

"Zip it. I'm trying the best I can, here. It sounds like she was a cunt anyway. You can do better than her skanky ass. If you ask me, you dodged a bullet, finding out sooner rather than later. So... what exactly do you want me to help with?"

"Well, obviously I'm trying to get over it!" You said. "And I wanted help with that. With..." You clutch your chest where you can still feel your broken heart. "With getting it to stop hurting."

"Well, that's a good start," she said, pointing at the can in your hand.

You eyed your mother’s slightly drunken form as she sat on the couch next to you, casually leaning back with her beer in hand. Your eyes drifted over her oil stained tank top, and the straps that had fallen down her arms, all she had to do was shift a bit and you’d be getting an eyeful of your mother’s fat tits. You make yourself take a sip of your beer. It didn't taste any better. "Great. And then tomorrow when I still feel like shit and have a hangover?"

"Avoid hangovers; keep drinking."

"Mom-"

"Alright, fine. Honestly, the best way to get over somepony is to get under somepony else."

"What?"

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. I'm saying, find someone else to fuck! The sooner the better. And you'll forget all about her. I mean if that bitch is cheating on you, then she's already ahead of the game."

"Yeah well... it's not like the other girls are clamoring over each other for me."

She turned and looked you up and down. "Seriously?"

"What?"

"Look at you."

"What about me?" you asked. She smirked and sipped her beer. "Mom!? What about me?"

"I'm just saying that... objectively, you're..." she visibly struggled to find the words. "If the other fillies at your school don't think you're hot then they must either be blind or dykes."

"... Really?"

She shrugged. "Yeah. I mean, if I saw you in some bar..." she caught herself again. "I'm just saying, it shouldn't be hard to find somepony to go a couple rounds with you."

"Is that what love is?" you asked sarcastically.

"Oh, shut the fuck up!" she said. "Like you know fuck all about love! You have all these grand, romantic notions about falling in love, and roses, and chocolates and shit. You don't fall in love like a swimming pool. You fall in lust. You make love."

You opened your mouth to say something but she kept talking.

"And no, when I say 'making love' I don't mean fucking. I mean like actually making it. Like building a relationship, building a life together, and-" She looked away for a minute. "And yeah, building a family." She drank the rest of her beer and grabbed another one to open right after. "That's how it's supposed to work, anyway..."

"Look..." she continued. "I know that legally, you're an adult now, and everything. But you're still a kid. Don't worry about all that 'true love' bullshit until you're done with school at least. Take it from me."

"Right..."

She looked over at you. "Listen, I know you were hoping for me to cheer you up or something, but life is hard. It's unfair. And me sitting here blowing sunshine up your ass isn't gonna do you any favors."

"I guess..."

"Hey, I'm not saying you can't enjoy life," she said. "Go out, have fun, get fucked up, bang hotties. Whatever. I'm just saying, don't worry about 'capital L' Love." She drank her beer, spilling a bit on her white, stretched, work shirt. You couldn't help but notice how it became a bit more transparent in the nipples area. "And for fuck's sake, don't get anypony pregnant!"

"Yeah well, I don't think I have to worry about that..." you said, dejected.

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about. Seriously. Look at you. You're in great shape, you actually have a good personality- some how. And most of all you're hu-" Her mental filter switched back on at the last moment.

"I'm what?"

"Nothing- forget it!" she said. It was amusing to actually see her be uncomfortable for once.

"And most of all, I'm what!?" you press.

"You're-" she looked away and tried to find the way to say it. "I'm just saying, you're at that age. Walking around... thinking nobody will notice it."

A lightbulb went on in your head and you looked down at the tent in your shorts. On reflex, you hunched over to hide it. She rolled her eyes. "Oh please... you don't need to be ashamed. Hell, just from where I'm sitting, you ought to be proud of that beast."

"Mom!"

"What? I'm just being honest. Any filly that's had that in her and then cheats must be mental. What happened? Did you literally fuck her brains out?"

"What? No! We- we never... did that."

"Oh. So were you just bad at..." she made a V shape with her fingers and a licking motion.

"We didn't do that either!"

"What about..." she made a pumping motion with her hand and pushed her tongue to make a bulge in her cheek.

"No."

"Not even a handjob? So, what, you just walked around holding hands and kissed sometimes? What are you so broken up over then? Fuck'n buzzkill." Logically, you knew she was right. But it still hurt just the same. "Makes no sense to get this upset over someone who never even gave you a handy," she said. "Shit, I'd give you a handy if it'd get you out a this funk you're in."

The words went into your ears, but somewhere between your ear and your brain, something went crazy. "Wait, what!?"

Her entire attitude flipped like a switch. "What, you think I won't!?" You weren't sure how you meant it, but it definitely wasn't meant as the challenge she took it for. She guzzled the rest of her beer and scooted over next you you. Before you could even register what was happening, she pushed your hand away from the tent in your lap, and replaced it with her own. It was the first time anyone had touched you there (purposefully). And now your mom had her hand wrapped around your girth through your shorts.

"Mom! You're drunk!"

"Pft! No I'm not! If I was drunk I'd be acting impulsively without thinking!" your mother said, giving your dick a few gentle squeezes with her hand.

"Uh..." You wanted to blame it on the alcohol, but you knew she was right. You had seen her properly drunk before, and this was nowhere near that. If you weren't already at full mast before, you were now. Her hand moved up and down the outline of it in your shorts.

"Shit, look at this thing!" she said as she licked her lips. "Fuck, I bet this feels amazing." She looked at the strained expression on your face. "I mean, it would feel amazing. For a mare. Not for you walking around with this all day. But we'll fix that-" She pulled at your waistband.

"Whoa- wait!" Your hands slapped hers away and held your shorts fast.

"What? Oh, right. Fair's fair." She got up and grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it off, letting her luscious tits spill out. Any objection you had fell silent as your mind went blank, thinking of nothing else but the sight before you. "Like these?" she asked, giving them a squeeze in her hands. "Bigger than hers, aren't they?"

Hers? Whose? Or right, what's-her-name. You had already forgotten.

She took her hands from her tits and grabbed your wrists, pulling your hands away from your shorts and lifting them up to put your palms on her breasts. Whose breasts were these, again? It suddenly didn't matter. Your hands reflexively started squeezing and kneading them like bread dough, playing with her nipples between your fingers.

"Ha! I knew you were a tit guy!" she teased, but you barely heard her. All you could think about was her boobs in your hands. They felt like you always imagined, only better! You didn't even notice your drawstring being untied. But a hand wrapped around the bare flesh of your dick, and pulling it out of your shorts was something you could not ignore.

You tried to say something, but every nerve in your brain was cross-firing. She spat into her other hand and started stroking you. Even your hands on her tits were fumbling their basic motor functions and flopped to your sides. Your entire world shank to the tunnel vision of your mothers hands moving up and down on your shaft. Your eyes flickered away to look at hers, which were fixed on your dick like a hungry predator savoring a meal to come.

You tried to reach out and touch her boobs again, but her arms were going full time on jacking you off and got in the way of your greedy palms. But your desire to bring them back into the equation did not escape her notice. She leaned closer and cupped her tits to wrap them around your dick. Most of the girls at your school were not nearly so endowed. A tit-job was only the stuff of your dreams. But now you were actually getting one!

Keeping your shaft wedged firmly between them, the tip was pointed directly at her mouth, which was open and drooling to add more lube to her slippery tits. But with her mouth open like that, you realized that if you came, it would go straight up into-

"Hngh!" You grunt and your hips buck upward. The experienced mare read your signs like a book and her mouth was on you in a flash. For someone a bit tipsy, she was surprisingly spry, moving her mouth down on your shaft as fast as she could fall onto it. She suppressed a gag and took you into her throat just before you flared and started to cum with her nose pressed against your belly button. The muscles of her throat milked out your cum, your breath, and damn near your soul!

She slowly slid off a moment later, trying to pretend that she wasn't a deeper shade of blue. Just before you were out of her mouth, you fired off one more rope. She had been the one holding her breath, but now you were the one that was panting. She made a face and looked up at you from your lap. "You need to eat more pineapple so you'll taste better next time."

"Next time!?" you asked in equal parts surprise and hopefulness as you pull up your shorts.

"I mean for- you know, whoever your rebound is," she said, before grabbing her shirt. But instead of putting it on, she just carried it her hand around behind the couch. You turned and watched her walk towards the water tower. Though calling it a tower was being charitable. It was little more than a cut section of a train tanker car put on end on top of a raised, steel platform barely taller than she was. The roof for it served as a rain collector for the rare times when it did rain, and it retained the water it collected during the dry season.

At the top of the ladder, she opened the hatch and stepped inside. Out of your view inside, she flipping her shirt out to drape it over the edge. And then her shorts.

You walked over to the bottom of the ladder. "Mom!? What are you doing!?"

"Just taking a dip to cool off," her voice echoed from inside.

"In the water tower?"

"Yes."

"But don't we-?"

"That's why I told you not to drink the tap water." she said. Curious, you started climbing the ladder and peered over the edge where her shorts were draped to look inside. Without any windows, the inside was nearly pitch dark. The air itself was cooler inside. "If you're coming in here, lose the shorts."

You bit your lip, hesitating for a moment, but decided that at this point it wasn't anything she hadn't already seen. You step in through the hatch and peel off your shorts, draping them on the edge before moving into the water. Blind in the dark, your hands reached out in front of you to feel around, arriving at- "Yup, those are my tits."

"Sorry," you said reflexively as if you hadn't just been palming them a few minutes earlier. It wasn't cramped, but it wasn't exactly roomy either. The curved bottom made it easy to lose your footing and you tripped forward, poking her with your dick still at half-mast. "Sorry!" you blurted again.

"And you call me drunk," she quipped. "Why don't you sit down before you fall down?" You tried to sit down on the opposite side but your legs were on or between hers. She grabbed your ankle before you accidently hit something tender. "Easy there, tiger. Just... stay put."

You felt her move in the water and you could hear it dripping as she got up to reposition herself. She sat down next to you, reclining back and laying at a diagonal with her legs draped over yours. You could feel the warmth of her butt against the side of your hip. You knew she must have felt the girth of your dick pinned between your abdomen and the side of her thigh.

"You alright?" she asked.

"Mhmm," you squeaked.

She flexed her thigh against you a bit, "I'm not bending it, am I?"

"Uh- a, a little," you said.

"Well, how about if I..." She lifted her leg to let your dick flop forward before she lowered it back down, pinning it between her thighs. "Better?"

"Y-yeah."

She shimmied just a little bit closer, getting the side of your shaft against her marehood. Even under the water it was very warm. There was no way she didn't know what she was doing, but you still felt compelled to say something, "Mom?"

She rolled her hips to move her pussy against the side of your dick just a bit more. "Is something wrong? she asked. Oh no. Something was very right. "Wow. How are you still this hard after that?" It might have had something to do with her hot pussy rubbing on it. "Fuck, this is why I love colts."

Okay, we'll have to unpack that later, you think, but then you felt her hand on your dick, holding it more firmly against her crotch as she grinded against it, abandoning any pretense of accident or correcting discomfort.

She shifted over to more or less sit in your lap with your dick sticking out in front of her. She reached behind her and took your hands to wrap around her and put back over her boobs. Her direction was clear enough and you were only to happy to grope her tits some more. While you did that, she shifted in her seat while holding your dick against her pussy to keep grinding against the side of it. Especially getting the tip against her pussy before sliding back down along the side of your shaft.

Hovering a bit more at the top, she rubbed your tip back and forth against the length of her pussy as she pressed down on it just a bit. On one of the passes, the tip poked inside just a bit. Just the tip. "Ah, ah! We can't be doing that," she admonished, sitting back down in your lap with your dick out in front of her.

She took one of your hands from her breasts and guided it downward between her legs. With her hand over yours she slid your middle finger between her pussy lips. You pioneered forward to find the entrance to her vagina, dipping your finger inside, and then another. "Easy, slow down," she said, guiding you back up, pressing your finger against the little nub at the top. "Feel that right here?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Right there," she said, "Like this." Her finger on top of yours moved to teach you just the right speed and pressure that she liked. You mimicked it as best as you could. "Yes... yes that's nice! Just like that." She pulled her hand away to brace herself, gripping your thigh under her. Her nails weren't very long but you could feel them. "Just... a little more.... to the left... no, your other left... just a bit... a bit more..." Despite your best efforts to follow her direction, you could hear the growing frustration in her voice.

A moment later she stood up and turned around to stand over where you were sitting. "Okay, keep doing what you were doing, but with your tongue!" She squatted just a bit in front of you and held your face against her crotch. Just as you felt with your fingers, there was a small tuft of fur just above her vulva, but the rest of her pussy was pretty smooth. She parted her lips with her fingers and your mouth found her clitoris again with ease.

She spread her legs a bit more. "Put a couple fingers in." You did as you were told, feeling at the entrance of her vagina and inserting two fingers in a simple thrusting motion. "N-no, curl them like-" you started curling them in a come-hither motion. "Yeah! Just like that! Oh- OH oh fuck keep going I- I'm- ah!" She grabbed your head to steady herself as her legs shook and she spurted into your mouth and against your face. You took a measure of pride in knowing you were able to bring her to orgasm. She was still shaking, so you reached up and grabbed her waist to keep her from falling.

She moved her hand to your shoulder to control her decent as she squatted, bringing her face to yours. "That-" she kissed you on the lips. "was fucking" she kissed you again. "Amazing!" she said, kissing you again, opening her mouth and using her tongue. She certainly must have been able to taste herself in your mouth. But it didn't seem to bother her. You kissed her back, trying to copy her tongue's movement with yours.

With her other hand, she grabbed your very-hard erection and rubbed it against her pussy again, letting the tip pop just inside again. She broke the kiss and took a sharp breath. "Normally you should use a condom for this." Then she sat down in your lap, taking the full length of your dick inside her. She let out a guttural grunt as she bottomed out, as the size of your dick pushed up against her internal organs, quite literally knocked the wind out of her.

She leaned forward and hugged your head against her breast, bidding you to suckle on her nipples. You happily oblige her. For a long moment she just sat there, adjusting to the size of your dick, and you just reveled in the feeling of finally being inside a mare at long last. It no longer mattered that she was your mom that you were losing your virginity to. If anything it was only making it hotter.

"You're lucky you know," she whispered as she started to move up and down. "I really am surprised that there aren't mares clamoring over each other for you, for this dick!" Her pussy quivered again around you dick in another orgasm aftershock. "F-fuck, this is so good! But yeah, if I saw you in a bar I definitely would have taken you home. I'm surprised one hasn't already. This time of year, during the heat of summer! Estrus. When mares get fertile and super horny and fuck anyone!" your mother said, moving up and down on your dick. She nibbled on your ear. "Just about anyone at all, really."

"Mom-"

"That's why it's important we get this baby batter out of you! So you don't go out loaded up on hormones and you can think clearly when some crazy mare tries to get you to rut her."

"Mom, I-"

"Shh, I know it hurts having those balls so full," she cooed. "Mommy's gonna make it all better."

"Mom, I- I'm gonna- Mmffph!" she pressed your face into her breast, muffling your cries and keeping you pinned down as you felt your balls tighten against. The tip of your dick flared and swelled and she plopped herself down one final time, pressing it firmly against the base of her cervix.

Paralyzed in the throes of your own climax, you could do nothing but sit there as you ejaculated deep inside the mare from whence to came, and came back into, flooding her womb with more of your seed with every throb and pulse.

"Yes! Yesss!" she hissed. "Good boy! Good good boy!" she cooed as she let you catch your breath and she brushed her fingers through your hair. "That's what Mommy needed!" The potent dose of stallion testosterone applied directly to the source of her ache melted away the ache of estrus in moments, in a way that Moon Tea, dildos, and sex with condoms simply could not.

She stayed there, sitting with you still inside her, resting her cheek on your shoulder while you both caught your breath. You were content to just sit there and hold her for as long as she needed. After a long minute, the cold, post-coital sobriety washed over her.

"Shit," she breathed.

"Yeah, that was awesome!"

"No, I mean... we really shouldn't have done that," she said.

"You seemed like you enjoyed it."

"That doesn't matter," she said. She shifted to start to get up but you wrapped your arms around her, holding her close and keeping yourself inside her.

"Mom, wait! Stay just a little longer? It feels so good!"

"Let me get up!"

"Can we do this again though? Please!?"

She huffed but lamented. "Fine, but you can NOT let Apogee find out about this!"

"Yeah, obviously!" you said, leaning in to kiss her. She kissed you back, but without tongue this time. You try to suckle her nipples again but she pushed you away and tried to get up again. "We can do it again? Can it be soon?" you asked in anxious excitement.

"Yes, yes, but I now I need to go get cleaned up!"

"But we've been in the water."

"I'm mean cleaned out!" She stood up at last with a wet pop as you pulled out of her. She quickly cupped her pussy with her hand as she headed toward the hatch exit. "Fuck! How is there so much!?" A horny young stallion and a mare in heat. It was a volatile mixture. She quickly got dressed and climbed out as she chided you, "And no funny business once your sister gets home from school!"

Sitting in the dark, you could feel the color drain from your face. You quickly got up and got dressed.

You remembered that Apogee had been home this whole time.