Once you got dressed, you clamored out of the water tower. At the bottom of the ladder, you could see your mom, Delta Vee, was squatting with her shorts pulled to the side. From above, you couldn't see it, but it was plainly obvious that she was trying to get as much of you out of her as she could.

"Fucking hell..." she muttered without so much as giving you a second glance before she marched into the house. You carefully stepped onto the already-wet ladder and climbed down, taking care to not step in her puddle. Or rather, your puddle. You trotted after her but her substantial lead had the trailer door closing in your face before you could catch up to her.

Inside the trailer, she made a bee line for the bathroom. Your head whipped around looking everywhere for your twin sister, Apogee. Her school bag wasn't next to yours anymore. On the kitchenette table, the indicator on your phone was blinking. You checked your message. It was a text from Apogee.

Went to school. Hope you feel better. Enjoy your day off.

You wanted to text her back, but you knew her phone would be silenced by now in class so you put your phone away. You heard the water in the bathroom start running. Looking to the bathroom door, it wasn't slightly ajar like last time. It was just open.

Without any pretense, your mom just kicked off her shorts onto the floor and grabbed the shower head as she stepped in, squatting over the upward-aimed stream. She didn't even bother to take off her thin, white undershirt. Seeing her like this in the light it was the first time you got a good look at her crotch. It looked as smooth as it felt in the dark, save for the triangle of two-tone teal floof just above it. Standing slack-jawed, you could only watch as she reached down with her free hand to her spread her pussy lips and plunged her fingers inside.

"Fuck! How is there still so much? I thought I swallowed most of it!" she cursed. She looked up at you in the eyes. "What, were you saving up for a rainy day or something?" she asked. "That's the other reason why I make guys wear condoms. Easier cleanup. Not getting an STD is good too."

Her words barely registered in your brain as you stared at her fingers in her pussy, spreading and scooping until the water going down the drain stopped looking like curdled milk. The only thing that was able to pull your attention away was the feeling of your dick bending in half inside your shorts, in a race to see whether it, or the elastic band was going to break first. On reflex you adjusted yourself, making the tip pop up through the hem of your shorts.

"Seriously? Again already?" she asked, no longer even expecting an answer from you. Her tone almost sounded admonishing until she licked her lips with a lascivious grin. She adjusted the shower head to massaging pulse and started panting while stared back at you as hard as you were staring at her. It was plainly obvious to you that she wasn't cleaning herself anymore. "Are you just going to fucking stand there?" You were still too shocked to even consider joining her in masturbating. But at her insistence, you pulled the hem of your shorts down just enough to start stroking yourself.

She rolled her eyes. "Get in here!" You took a couple nervous steps forward making your shorts fall around your ankles, making you walk like a penguin. She snorted. "Lose the shorts, knucklehead!" You carefully stepped out of your shorts as you entered the bathroom and resumed jerking off. She nodded you closer. "Get over here."

The shower stall could maybe just barely fit the two of you if you were both standing. But squatting as she was, there was definitely no room for you to get in. You stood in front of her, waiting for her to stand. She did not. Instead, her wing flicked your jerking hand away. Then she lunged forward and practically inhaled most of your dick. You grabbed the frame of the shower stall on reflex to steady yourself as your knees went weak.

You looked down at her sucking your dick like she invented it. Her intense red eyes looked back up at you. The pulsing showerhead worked efficiently to get her off. Her own pleasure translated through her muffled moans, vibrating her mouth around your dick. The primary feathers of her wingtip gently caressed your balls, while her other with tugged down the collar of her shirt, letting her pendulous tits spill out the top.

As young and horny as you knew you were, you didn't think you'd be cumming yet again in less than an hour but here you were. You tried to warn her, but only a jumble of guttural vowels spilled out of your mouth. You could see the smile in her eyes as your swelled thicker inside her mouth. Your first rope blasted into the back of her throat and you could feel the muscles of her throat swallowing your load just as fast as you could spurt it. Her free hand darted from her pussy to grip the shower handle for support, stopping the water. Her eyes went out of focus and her legs quivered as she came hard. She didn't stop sucking until was sure that she had gotten every last drop out of you. She let your dick flop free out of her mouth and gasped as she slumped down against the shower wall. Her eyes never left your dick.

"F-fuck, that thing is going to get us in trouble."

~

Fully dressed and sitting at the kitchenette table, you slowly turned your can of soda in place.

"So..."

"So..." your mom replies, sitting next to you, likewise dressed and doing the same thing with her can of beer before taking a big sip.

"This morning... that was, um... we, uh..."

"You need to start wearing a condom. Your pull-out game is weak as fuck."

"For... next time?"

"I mean in general! With anyone," she said.

"I guess I was more asking... if... there was going to be... a next time... for us."

She glanced over at your crotch before she snorted and sipped her beer. "Yeah. But we can not let Apogee find out about this," she said. "And definitely not your father."

"No shit."

"Yeah. No shit!"

"And, you know, to be fair, you were on top."

"What?"

"My pull-out game had nothing to do with it. You were on top. Your pull...off game is what's weak!"

"Well, you should have warned me that you were going to-"

"I tried to. And you smothered me with your tits!"

She smirked. "I didn't hear you complaining."

You rolled your eyes. "And what was with the mommy talk? That was the most maternal I've ever heard from you and it was during... sex."

She shrugged. "Colts like that stuff with older mares. Did you not?"

"I didn't say that. It was just... surprising. But on the subject, if we're gonna keep doing... this... Does this mean you'll be less... you know?"

"Were you about to call me a fucking whorse!?"

"I was going to say promiscuous."

"So yeah!"

"I mean, it's a fair question. I'm not passing judgement. How could I after... all things considered?"

She snorted again. "What is it? Jealousy then?" she asked. "You want Mommy all to yourself?"

"It's just that I've already had one girlfriend cheat on me already..."

Her expression softened. "Let's get one thing straight, kiddo. I'm not your girlfriend. I'm still your mother. But just..."

"With benefits?" you suggested.

She glared at you from behind her beer can. "Something like that. But I hope you know this is just a spring fling kinda thing. You need to get back to dating someone your own age."

You cocked an eyebrow at her. "Kettle, meet pot."

"Or date some other cougar! I don't give a shit! But you know there's no way this can be long term."

You shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. But for now..?"

"Yeah, for now... I'm all yours, stud. Is that what you need to hear?"

"Yeah!" You leaned over to embrace her.

"What- again!?" she asked. You smiled at her awkwardly. She looked at the clock on the trailer wall. "No. Apogee is going to be home from school in like, an hour."

"So we have an hour!"

"We are not having sex again today."

"But..?"

She rolled her eyes and pulled her shirt off. "You can enjoy them as much as you want for five minutes."

You practically dove forward and started to immediately suckle her right nipple while you groped her other breast with as much as you could squeeze into your greedy palm. "Five minutes each!" you negotiated between sucking slurps. You didn't hear a no. She started to run her fingers through your mane. Your free hand slid down along her abdomen, inside her shorts, over her tuft of pubic fur. Your mom gripped your mane a little firmer as you slid a finger inside her pussy.

"You're a brazen little shit, you know that?" She leaned back in the booth to give your bold fingers a little better access. "Your shorts stay on."

Later, you heard Apogee knock at the trailer door loudly, despite it not being locked. "I'm home!" she shouted before she let herself in. All the windows were open, but you quietly prayed that she couldn't smell what had transpired over the regular trailer stank. She gave no such indication as she walked over to where you were still sitting in the kitchenette as casually as possible.

"I am also home. Mom is working outside."

Smooth.

"How was your day off?" she asked as she dropped off her bag.

"Nothing!" you blurted. "I mean, fine."

"Did Mom help you feel better?"

"What!?" Your eyes went wide.

"I mean, talking to you about your breakup with Rose," she said.

"Who? Oh. Uh... Yes."

Apogee nodded. "That's good." There was something off about her. Her usual, endless, bubbly positivity was absent. She seemed... flat.

"How was... your day?" you asked, trying to make conversation.

"Kinda crappy," she said with a sigh.

"Oh? Why? What happened? Was Tumbler bothering you again?"

"It's not that. It's just... I guess I also know how it feels to be heartbroken."

"Who- I didn't even know there was someone who... what happened?"

She sighed. "There's... this guy... that I've had this huge crush on for like, ever. But I found out today that he's... with someone else."

"Oh. Well that's a little different, isn't it?" you asked. "If it was just a crush? I've never known you to be shy. Why didn't you try telling him how you felt?"

Apogee rolled her eyes. "I tried telling him."

"Tried how?"

"I was giving a lot of subtle hints."

You chuckled. "Gee, I'm gonna give you a little inside info. Guys don't get subtle hints. They don't obvious hints. You need to be direct with them. You need to look them dead in the eyes and say, out loud, I love you."

She slumped a bit in her seat. "Yeah, well, it doesn't really matter now."

"Who is it, anyway? Someone I know?" you asked. She nodded. Your list of friends and acquaintances scrolled through your mind as you tried to figure out who she could be talking about. "And this other person, you said they're dating?"

"I'm not sure."

"You could still tell him how you feel."

"I'm worried it might ruin what we have. What he and I have, I mean."

"You're friends?" you asked.

She nodded again. "Yeah. And I really thought that he liked me. Like, you know, liked me."

"How so?" you asked.

She made a slow extension of her finger upwards. "Boing!"

You blushed. "Yeah. That's a pretty good indicator."

"It is?" she asked, unsure. "I thought it just happened whenever."

You chuckled. "I mean, yeah, that's also kinda true. But it's usually because of something, or someone. Like, did you notice this around you specifically?"

"Oh yeah!"

"Okay then, yeah, it pretty certainly means that he likes you, in that way."

"Yeah?" she asked excitedly.

"Yeah. But I wouldn't be doing my job as your brother if I didn't warn you that you shouldn't date someone just because they're horny for you. It should be someone who actually cares about you, who would actually love you, and not just lust over you, okay? I'm just looking out for you."

"I know." She looked you dead in the eyes. "That's why I love you."

"Cool. So tell me about this other person. How do you know they're together? Were they holding hands at school or-"

"She was sucking his dick."

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