An Explosive Combination

You walked around the outside of the trailer that belonged to your mother, Delta Vee. You headed into the back of the junkyard, where, under the hangar canopy was the infamous couch from earlier that week. And on that couch sat your twin sister, Apogee. Though 'sat' was a bit of a misnomer. She had sank into the old cushions and was slumped into the corner, sleeping on her arm.

You walked over to her to wake her up. The way your sister's spaghetti-strap tank top was draped, you could almost see the edge of her areola. Even though you had seen and done so much in the last few days, the sight was still just as titillating as it had ever been since the first time you saw her pert nipples poke through her shirt.

You wondered how long ago that was. Last year, or earlier? How long had you been looking at her like that? How long had you both been looking at each other like that? As crazy as everything had been recently, it was becoming much less of a mystery.

You gently sat down next to her and leaned over to put you hand on her shoulder. "Hey, Gee..." She stirred from her nap and leaned back over towards you to hug you, pressing her face into the nape of your neck. Her hand drifted down your chest towards your shorts. You hand caught hers first. "Mom's home."

"... Oh." She sat upright and looked down at herself, straightening out her shirt to look decent.

"Come on. She wants to talk to us," you told her. Her eyes shot awake as the color left her face. "About her meeting, not us." She sighed in relief. You helped her up out of the couch to go walk inside the trailer.

You pushed open the trailer door. "So what's this big news?" you asked into the house. Your mom's blouse was draped over the kitchenette folding chair. Still in her skirt, Delta walked out of her bedroom as she finished pulling her usual white undershirt down over her bra. Your mother's bra shaped her heaving breasts into symmetrical cups, riding high, pressed together on her chest forming a deep, massive cleavage.

"The big news is..." She started to say as picked up her smoldering cigarette from the ash tray and took a strained drag before a short cough. "Oh, duh!" She reached up under the back of her shirt and unclasped her bra, letting her breasts free, straining at the thin shirt material. With a couple shrugs of her shoulders, she pulled her arms up out of the straps and then she pulled her bra out of her shirt. She took another pull of her cigarette and exhaled with a sigh of relief.

"The big news is... it's looking good!" She set her cigarette back down in the tray and she picked up her blouse off the back of the chair to put away in her 'nice clothes' box.

"What? Your job interview?" Apogee asked as the two of you sat in the dining booth.

"I told you, it wasn't a job interview," Delta said, returning to finally sit in the chair. "Not really," she added, with the cigarette dangling in her mouth in that way that you still couldn't decide if it was attractive or off-putting. "It was a contract bid."

"Okay, so what's that?" Apogee asked.

"Okay, have you ever heard the phrase, 'built by the lowest bidder'?" Delta asked.

You had, but it was never in a good context, and you didn't want to upset her good mood.

"Means cheap?" Apogee guessed.

Delta shrugged. "Eh, yes and no. You see, the way these sort of big government or corporate contracts work, is that they will draft a work proposal, saying what it is that they want to have done, or made. And then contractors, which is what I am in this discussion, put in bids to get the work."

"Right now, the Equestrian Aeronautics and Space Administration is in a 'space race' with the Canterlot Consortium of Cosmonaut Ponies to put a pony on the moon." Apogee opened her mouth. "Besides Princess Luna!" Apogee closed her mouth. Delta continued. "So the Canterlot- the C.C.C.P. drafted their program proposal and they needed contractors to design and built the rocket motor for their craft. So I put in a competitive bid that I think will be the lowest among my... peers," she hissed the word. She finished her cigarette and snuffed out butt in the tray. "The catch is... if I get it, I need to build a rocket motor at the price I quoted."

"Can you?" Apogee asked.

Delta nodded. "Yeah. I've got an ace up my sleeve. I don't have to waste time or money designing a rocket that I've already designed."

"I thought Dad stole that design."

Delta visibly bristled. "He copied it. But I still have the original. And if he was as shit at copying my design as he was with my test answers in college, then I know he didn't bother to double check my math."

"How do you know that?" you asked.

Delta leveled her gaze at you. "Because he's had it for almost 20 years and EASA still hasn't gotten to the moon."

"Because of the faulty thermocouples in the original turbine exchange manifold?" you asked.

"Or the miscalibrated hypersonic compression ratio in the original turbo-pumps?" Apogee asked.

"Uh... yeah.... For a start." Delta said. "How... how do you two know about those things?"

"Mom, it's like a hundred degrees out, and you don't have cable TV. There's not a whole lot else to do when we visit except read. And the books you have are very... uh, specific."

Delta's jaw was slack. "You read my Astrophysics textbooks..? And you actually understood them?"

"Well, no, not on the first pass," Apogee admitted. "But you kept good notes. Same with your design revisions. With the corrected formulas you provided all you have to do is plug in the numbers and do the algebra. It's not... Okay, it literally is rocket science." Apogee looked over at you. "But, we get it."

You nodded. "Yeah. Somehow."

Delta looked back and forth between the two of you. "Well, shit. Then how come I keep hearing about you having trouble in-" Delta smacked her forehead.

"Bored in school," all three of you said at once.

"Well, you only have a few more weeks before graduation. And then college, I assume. Where I hope you'll apply yourselves."

"We've already applied."

"I mean effort-wise!"

"Oh, yeah," you assured her. Delta leaned back in her chair and just sort of stared off into the middle distance. "Mom?"

"Hmm? I was just spacing out about what I would do if I got that check."

"... Build a rocket?" Apogee guessed.

"I meant what I would do to celebrate." She sat upright and shook her head. "Bah, I'm getting ahead of myself. I need to just worry about getting through the next week." She got up and walked over to the fridge.

"Why? What's going to happen next week?" Apogee asked.

Delta shrugged and opened the fridge door. "Look, I know you kids think I'm just a jaded old cynic, and... you're not wrong. But believe it or not, actually, I always hope for the best..." She cracked open a beer. "Experience, unfortunately, has taught me to expect the worst."

"..."

"..."

"How about pizza tonight?" Apogee suggested.

Delta quickly drank her beer and opened another one. "Fine. But I'm not flying or buying."

"I got it," you offered.

"Look at mister money-bags over here!" your mother teased. "Since when are you loaded?"

"I started a Ponly-Fans account," you sarcassed, gaining a smirk from her as you pulled your card out of your wallet.

"Daddy's allowance?" she jabbed.

You rolled your eyes until they landed on the beer can in her hand. "Somehow he got the impression that the time might come to feed your kids and you would be unable to fly and unwilling to buy."

She bristled. "You can tell him that I can feed my kids just fucking fine! I just don't always have to spoil the little shits with pizza!"

"Uh huh." You nodded as you dialed the closest pizza joint. "Hey can I get a large Haywaiian pizza? Extra pineapple."

"I have no son," Delta growled.

"Delivery please." You gave the pizza place the address. "What do you mean you don't deliver here?" You glared at your Mom. "For pyromaniacal reasons!? What...? Okay, fine, you don't have to come onto the property... Yeah, out at the street... Yeah. No... Well, I'm sorry too... Okay, thanks." You hung up. "Really, Mom!? Home-made fireworks?"

"There are signs posted!" she said. "Restricted air space! It's not my fault those minimum-wage couriers can't read! He was fine."

"He was blinded!"

"Temporarily!"

"Well, someone has to go wait at the street outside the yard."

"I'll do it!" Apogee piped up to diffuse the tension. She got up from the table and stepped out of the trailer, grabbing the lawn chair as she walked out towards the street.

Delta leaned over the kitchenette sink to watch her walk away. She waved you over. "Come here and keep an eye on your sister."

"What? Why?" you asked as you walked over to look out the window. "She can take care of herself. There's nothing out-" you looked back at your mother who reached up under her skirt to pull down her panties. She flung them at you like a rubber band. You put you hands up reflexively and they caught on your fingers. "Mom!"

She closed the distance and put her finger to your lips. "First of all, lower your voice. Second of all..." She grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand under her skirt. "I was thinking about you today. Can you tell?" You mother pressed your palm against her sopping wet vulva.

"Mom, what has gotten into you!?"

She stepped closer to pin you against the counter, pressing your hand harder into her smoldering crotch. "You, Aileron." She leaned over and nibbled your ear before she whispered. "You've gotten into me. And I don't just mean litterally. You've been on my mind when I don't mean for you to be. I find myself thinking about you when I don't want to be. It's..." she sucked in a breath as she pressed her nipples against you through her shirt. "Distracting."

"Then maybe we should... stop?" you offered.

She shook her head. "Uh-uh. No. You make me feel..." She bit her lip. "You make me feel more than just horny. You're not just some random stallion for a lay. Knowing that your here when I get home, knowing that you actually care about me... if just feels so... strange. It's so..."

"Intimate?"

Her movement froze at the word and she winced as though it hurt to hear. "...Yes."

"Is that bad?"

"Yes. I mean, no, I like this feeling. But it's just... been a long time since I've loved anyone like this, in spite of the fact that you're my son."

"Or because of it?"

Your words gave her pause. "Is that what it is, you think?" she asked. "Would you still be attracted to me- a mare like me if I wasn't your mother?"

It was a weird question to be sure. You looked down her shirt and palmed one of her breasts with your free hand. "You are objectively hot. Even a blind guy can see that. But the fact that you're my mom definitely makes that attractiveness..."

"Weird?"

"I was going to say, more intense."

"Hmm." She smiled as her other hand felt up the growing bulge in your shorts. "I was thinking something similar. Plus..." She gripped your shaft. "It doesn't hurt that your fucking hung, too."

"And you're..." You squeezed her massive tit again.

Her hand let go of yours in her crotch and she yanked down the hem of your shorts and grabbed your dick. "Let's go. Right now."

"Mom, the pizza is gonna come in less than twenty minutes!"

"Yeah, well then you better cum in less than fifteen!" She shifted you aside to lean over the counter and watch out the window, taking your dick in her hand and guiding it up under her skirt behind her. She pressed the tip against her hot pussy, struggling to get the right angle without your cooperation. "Come on, put it in."

"This is a bad idea..." you muttered, but did so anyway, stepping a bit closer and flexing your knees slightly to get your dick up inside your mother's wet entrance. Her arms holding the counter trembled and she bent over to lean on her elbows, giving you a better angle to sink the rest of the way inside her.

"F-f-fuck! I've been thinking about this dick all day," she moaned as you started to thrust. Her pendulous breasts swung under her inside her thin shirt. You wrapped your arms around her midsection to cup them in your hands, kneeding them like warm bread dough, and supporting their weight for her. "Better than a bra," she said. "I should just have you follow me around to carry them for me."

"I fucking would," you wheezed between panting. You gave her nipples a light pinch, making her pussy grip around your dick a little tighter. "Fuck, Mom, if you keep doing that, I'm not going to even need ten minutes!"

She glanced up at the clock on the wall. "That's good because you've got less than five."

"Wait, what!?" You checked the time.

"Time flies when you're having fun," she purred, "And balls deep in your mum."

You felt your tip flare inside her from her dirty talk. "Shit, Mom, I- I'm about to- where should I do it!? The sink?"

"No don't make a mess! Just go ahead and finish."

"What, inside!? You told me to not do that!"

"Relax. I have tea. Hurry up before your sister comes back!"

"Okay, if you're sure..." You stopped holding back to finish strong, thrusting as hard as you could against her thick ass cheeks, making waves ripple through her rump until, "F-fuck, Mom! Here it comes!"

"Yesss! Cum for Mommy!" She hissed her moan through her grin. She reached under herself and flicked her clitoris with her fingers to get herself to cum again as you slammed it home as deep as you could and held yourself there. Your dick throbbed and pulsed as you started to cum as deep as you could inside your mother, flooding her depths with your seed. Her own orgasm rippled her vaginal muscles around your thick cock, milking it for all it had and pulling it deeper up inside her.

"Pizza time!" Apogee called out from the far side of the junkyard, walking swiftly back toward the trailer.

Delta's head shot up to look out the window. "Fuck!" She looked around the counter frantically and grabbed a can of your Crimson Cow energy drink.

"Hey, that's mine!" You objected. "I need it for school!"

She pushed you away and, just as quickly, pushed the can up under her skirt making a squelching wet noise as she inserted the improvised plug. She shuffled awkwardly over to sit at the kitchenette table while you hastily stuffed your wilting erection back into your shorts and do the same.

"Mom!" You pointed at her chest and she quickly stuffed her hanging boob back inside her shirt just before Apogee threw open the door.

"Pizza time, Aily!" Apogee said, carrying in the box.

"Nothing!" you blurted. "I mean- Yeah! Pizza time!" Apogee plopped the box onto the folding table and sat down across from you, next to your mom. She flipped open the cover revealing the cheese covered in hay-bacon strips and pineapple.

"What a tragedy," Delta moaned.

"Why do you hate pineapple on pizza?" Apogee asked.

"Just seems wrong," Delta mumbled.

"I remember someone telling me that I needed to eat more pineapple..." you muttered, glancing across the table at your mom.

"Because of the vitamin C?" Apogee asked.

"Or the D," Delta said with a smirk.

"I thought you get D from the sun," Apogee said.

Your mother grinned and looked across the table at you, her son. "You know what? You're right."

You and your sister each ate a couple slices of pizza. "Do you really dislike pineapple on pizza that much that you're not having any?" Apogee asked Delta.

Your mother shifted slightly in her seat. "I'm still stuffed from earlier."

"Oh, the meeting was catered?" Apogee asked. "Are you still excited about maybe landing the contract?"

"Yes, it was a lot to take in," Delta answered. You grabbed a third slice of pizza and tried to hide your blush behind it. "Listen kids... I'm sorry about what I said earlier, being a cheap-o like that. If I land this contract, pizza parties will be on me!"

"Wow, Mom! What's gotten into you?" Apogee asked. Delta's gaze slid over to you.

"With everything that's happened lately, I've been feeling a lot... better."

"That's great!" Apogee said. She glanced at you hastily eating the rest of your slice. "Are you going to be done after that one?" Apogee asked. You nodded. Apogee closed the cover of the pizza box and picked it up to put in the fridge. Delta stood up just a second later and quickly shuffled into the bathroom before Apogee could even turn back around. But seeing that your mom was now gone, Apogee leaned over and tugged at your shirt sleeve, nodding towards the trailer door. You followed her outside and walked around out back to the hangar.

"What's up?" you asked quietly once you were far enough away.

"I'm worried," she said.

"I told you, she wanted to talk about the meeting, not us," you reminded her.

"I don't mean that," she said. "I mean, yes, that, the meeting. I'm worried about what's going to happen if she actually lands the contract."

"It's a good thing, right? We want good things for Mom," you said.

"I know but, if she gets it, she's going to need help. And I'm going to want to help her. Aren't you?"

"Of course. So what's the problem?"

Apogee scratched the back of her head. "It's just that, long-term, I figured we'd go back to Dad's place and... it would be easy... for us, you know... since he's hardly ever at home."

"Yeah, Gee, that thought wasn't lost on me, either."

"But if we're here helping Mom, she's going to be home all the time and..."

"We'll be careful," you assured her.

"Mom's not dumb! She's going to figure it out eventually. We're going to make a mistake or..." she trailed off.

"Then we'll be extra careful!"

Apogee pursed her lips. "It's... not just that..." she trailed off.

"..."

"..."

"...You're still feeling jealous?" you asked.

She flopped onto the old couch in the hangar and shrugged. "Yeah."

You sat down next to her. "Look, I really don't want it to come to it, but if I had to choose between Mom or you..." You leaned over and hugged her tightly to make your point. "Okay?"

She just shrugged again. "But that's just it. I don't want you to have to choose. As weird as it is... it seems like it's been really good for her. She's almost..."

"Happy?"

She nodded. "I've seen her smiling more in the last week than I have in the whole rest of my life. Even more than that time she got ahold of the spool of det-cord!"

You chuckled. "I don't know, Gee, she was grinning a lot that weekend..."

Apogee smiled briefly. "She's definitely not frowning so much. She used to always be scowling."

"Yeah, I remember."

"She looks so much better when she smiles. She..." Apogee went quiet for a moment. "You're good for her. What you two have. And I don't want that to end."

"But you're still jealous."

She shrugged. "Envious."

"Same thing."

"No, it's not," Apogee said. "Yeah, part of me is jealous that she'll keep you from me. But mostly, I feel envious."

"You don't need to feel envious of her, you're getting the same thing from me that she is."

"I'm envious of you!" she corrected. "It's just... I always thought that I would be the one to crack through to Mom and get her to be a better person for herself, get her to smile like that and..."

"Yeah, but Apogee, not like..." You made an implying motion with your hands. "Not like this. Not like I am." Even in the low light of the late evening, you could see her face turn a shade of red. "Wait, really!? With Mom!?"

She covered her face with her hands. "You're one to fricking talk!"

"No, I mean, I just didn't even think you were like that, like, that way."

"A fillyfooler?" she asked indignantly.

"I mean, I wasn't going to actually say the word..."

"Hmf!"

"You don't need to be upset, or ashamed. I mean for real, what shame do we even have left at this point? But I have to ask, when?"

"When what?"

"Like, when did you know... that... about yourself?"

"You know Dizzy?"

"Your friend Daisy Cutter? With the burgundy mane? "

Apogee nodded. "We kinda... did stuff."

You failed to contain your excitement. "Like what stuff? When!?"

"Last winter break, when I slept over her place, we... kinda got the third base.

"Sweet! Does she taste good? Does her carpet match the drapes?"

"Probably? I don't know."

You gave her a confused look. "So... when you say third base, what do you mean by that?"

"I had my hand down her shorts but they stayed on," Apogee explained.

"Inside her panties?" you asked. Apogee grinned. "So what happened next? Did she, you know, do that to you?"

Apogee shook her head. "No. It was mostly a lot of topless hugging and some kissing. But when I did that, she... I guess she kinda chickened out. So we stopped."

"... And that's it!?"

Apogee shrugged. "We're still friends. But... just friends. For now anyway."

"Still, that's pretty hot. And, to be fair, it does mean you got to finger-blast a filly before I did."

Apogee snorted. "I didn't finger-blast her! I barely even got two fingers half-way in before she freaked."

Now it was your turn to shrug. "I still say it counts. And it's still really cool."

She smile briefly. "Thanks."

"..."

"..."

"So... when did you start feeling that way about Mom?"

She just shrugged again. "I don't know, when exactly... It kinda came in parts, you know? Like, Mom's always had really nice... a nice chest."

"You know you can just say boobs, right?"

"Yes. She's always had nice boobs," Apogee said. "But they've always been attached to... her."

You nodded. "Yeah, I get it."

"Catching the two of you out here that first time didn't help," she continued. "Seeing you squeeze and suck them like..."

"Okay, I get the envious part now."

"And I'm still curious about the other stuff. But again, it was her. Until..."

"Until what?" you asked.

"Until today. This morning when she got all dressed up."

"Yeah, she does clean up really well."

"Yeah. And she's just been so... different. She nicer and..."

"Approachable?"

"Yeah."

"..."

"..."

"So what now?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you still want to finger-blast Mom?" you asked. She turned a darker shade of red and covered her face again. "Because, you know her barn door swings both ways, right?"

"Yeah."

"And you know she doesn't have a problem doing it with one of her kids."

"Yeah. I'm well aware."

"So... it seems to me there's really no mystery to it. If you want to do that, you should try to go for it."

"Yeah, but when? You're here when I am. And I don't know if you've noticed, but you've kinda had the monopoly on her attention."

You smiled. "Fair. But tomorrow's Sunday. I could head out to the arcade for the day and not be back until real late," You said with a wink.

"I don't know. I'm still nervous about the whole thing. It would mean another secret."

"Or no more secrets," you said. "If you pull it off, she'd be a lot more receptive to finding out about..." You motioned at the two of you. "High risk, high reward." She chewed her lip. "Look, I'll head out tomorrow, and whatever happens, happens. Or not. Just take tonight to think about it. "

"... Fine."

"Come on, let's head inside. It's getting late."

You walked back inside the trailer. Delta crushed an empty beer can in her hand and opened a second one. She had her usual elastic shorts on now instead of the skirt. Glancing at the countertop, your 'missing' can of energy drink had magically reappeared.

Apogee turned down the dining booth into the sleeping cot. Delta squinted at the clock on the wall. "It's not even that late. And it's Saturday night. And it's a celebration!"

"I'm just trying to keep a sleep schedule for the school week," Apogee said and pointedly looked at you. "You probably should, too, Aily." Delta raised an eyebrow at you. You just shrugged and sat at the table while you waited for Apogee to finish making up the bed.

Delta huffed. "Usually it's the kids calling the parents lame, not the other way around," she snarked before drinking her beer and stepping outside. You climbed into bed next to Apogee and she rolled over to hug you. The two of you could faintly hear your mother rambling to herself in the lawn chair for a while. Apogee's hand drifted down to your shorts, but you stopped her.

"Not while she's still awake," you whispered.

"I just want to hold it," she said.

You snorted. You knew she wouldn't stop at just holding it. And by then your will power would have eroded to the point that you wouldn't be thinking clearly, and you'd start making reckless choices. You let go of her hand. Well, that didn't take long, you thought. She reached down to feel the bulge in your shorts growing from her touch until she could grip your shaft through the thin material.

Apogee's hand went still when the trailer door screeched open. Delta shuffled inside to grab a fresh beer from the fridge and then turned to go back outside. Apogee's plan to just 'hold' it turned into lightly stroking it. "Gee, come on."

"Are you not enjoying it?" she asked.

"Mom's still awake."

"That's not a no."

You grit your teeth. "Yes, I'm obviously enjoying it, but you need to-"

Delta belched loudly outside and the sound of another empty can tumbled across the hard ground. You quietly pushed Apogee's hand away just as Delta walked back inside and checked the fridge again. You and Apogee kept your eyes closed and pretended to be asleep while condiment bottles clinked together as Delta hoof fished around inside the fridge. "Fucking... fuck." She groaned, finding that she was out of beer.

You squinted to look at her as she turned around and stood in the middle of the trailer. She looked at the door to go back outside, and then at her bedroom before she turned to look at you. In the dark your squinted eyes looked closed, especially to the mare that categorically refused to wear her prescribed glasses.

Delta shuffled a little closer and kept looking at you while you 'slept'. After a long minute, she reached out to shake your shoulder. "Hey."

You pretended to wake up. "Mom, I'm sleeping," you whispered quietly.

"Shh! Don't wake up Apogee," Delta whispered less quietly. She pulled on your shoulder to get you out of the bed. Under the blanket, Apogee grabbed your wrist tightly.

"Not tonight, Mom," you whispered, trying to keep the peace.

"Cummon, I jusss... wanna talk," Delta slurred, pulling at you a bit more earnestly.

"Mom-"

"Please?"

You felt a pain in your chest. You could count on one hand all the times you had ever heard your mother use that word sincerely. The tone of her voice sounded so vulnerable. Desperate even. Even Apogee's grip on your wrist faltered.

"Fine." You pulled away from Apogee and left the blanket to cover her as you got up from the bed. Delta pulled you by your wrist to her bedroom. You could feel Apogee's glare on the back of your head. Delta peeled off her undershirt. "What are you doing?" you asked.

"Takin' my clothes off. Sss hot in 'ere," she said. She flopped onto her mattress before kicking off her shorts. As you suspected, she wasn't wearing panties. She rolled over and leaned to grab at your shorts. As much as you still loved seeing her naked, she was still frustrating to deal with like this.

"I thought we were just going to talk."

"We are," she said, pulling your shorts down with a quick tug. She wrapped her hand around your half-staff and pulled you toward the mattress . You sighed and stepped out of you shorts to sit naked with her. She turned to face you and leaned over to lay you down before she climbed on top.

"Mom, we just..." Your arms propped yourself back upright, forcing her back to sit on your lap. You could feel the damp heat of her pussy against the base of your shaft and your balls. Your body's reaction betrayed you yet again, getting your erection to full mast pinned between your bodies. Her eyes darted down to it and you fully expected her to grab it with both hands and shove it inside herself. But instead she just leaned over and wrapped her arms around you to hug you.

It was the opposite of a shock to you but it was a surprise none the less as she laid her cheek on your shoulder. On reflex, you hugged her back. The drunk strength you were worried about seemed to deflate out of her as she relaxed into your embrace.

"Hey, you okay?" you asked.

She didn't move. "I meant what I said, earlier."

"About being addicted to my cock?" you asked.

You could feel her cheek smile against you shoulder, briefly. "No. I mean, yeah, but... I meant about you being on my mind. About how you make me feel. How it feels more than just... physical."

"Intimate?" you asked. Her fingers gripped at your back.

"That's why I'm worried," she said.

"Yeah, Apogee is right there."

"I mean I'm worried about getting attached. Especially to you. We can't... this can't last forever. You'll leave me sooner or later. For someone younger. You're going back home in a week, and then..."

"I could... stay."

She sat upright and looked you in the eyes. "No! Don't you dare make that promise, Aileron! I am not worth you throwing your life away over."

"I wouldn't be. I could still-"

"No! Don't even... Don't even try to include me in your plans. I... I'm not worth it."

"Mom..."

She leaned into your hug again. "Let's just... Let's just try to enjoy this for what it is. For now." Her hands moved up along your back to hold your head and kiss you. You kissed her back as your center of gravity shifted and to slowly fell backwards onto the mattress. She moved with you without breaking the kiss. Her elbows kept most of her weight off you except for her massive breasts pressed against your chest. Your hands moved to hold each of them.

She broke the kiss to look at them and smile. She shifted herself forward slightly to have them hang over your face. You cupped them both with your palms and went back and forth, suck each of them. Your mother ran her fingers through your mane and reached under to cradle your head against her breast to suckle.

If this was what being a foal was, you regretted choosing to ever grow up. Delta rocked her hips, rubbing her pussy against the side of your shaft, getting it slick with her fresh wetness. Then again, being an adult had its perks. She shifted forward a bit more. She reached back to aim your shaft upwards before sliding back. She shifted upright slightly, pulling her nipple from your mouth, and pressing her entrance against your tip.

"Mom," you tried to object before she slid down onto your shaft, taking it's full length with practiced ease. She adjusted herself on your lap as her arousal dribbled down onto your balls. But instead of riding you like a mechanical bull, she just leaned forward again to lay on your chest. She kissed you again, this time with more tongue. You broke the kiss after a moment. "Hey, Mom?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you think you could try to quit smoking?" you asked. "Because you kinda taste a little bit like an ashtray."

She scoffed. "Well, fine. You don't have to kiss me."

You held her cheek in your hand. "But I want to," you assured her.

"Don't be such a baby," She leaned closer to kiss you again.

You pulled back a bit. "And... I'm just saying, it would make... other things taste better too. After all, I'm eating more pineapple like you asked."

"Bitch, bitch, bitch." She rolled her eyes. "Okay, fine! I will... try to cut back. Okay?"

"Thanks."

"Can you deal with it for tonight?" she asked. You nodded. "Alright, good." She leaned forward and kissed you as she started moving her hips. She moved to nibble on your ear as she whispered, "You better make it worth it." Her hips never moved any faster. They just gently rolled in placed, grinding her clitoris against your pubic bone. She huffed and moved her arms, no longer supporting her own weight as she laid still on top of you. "It's... been a long day. I... I'm tired. Can you just fuck me?" she asked.

You wrapped your arms around her to hug her. "Can we make love?"

"Same diff."

"It's not. I... I don't want to fuck you, Mom. I want to make love to you."

"Sure, whatever," she mumbled as she laid her head on your shoulder.

You shifted your legs to give yourself a little leverage. You started to hump up into her gently while you moved your hands to rub her back. She moaned softly into the corner of your neck. You weren't sure what it was from, the sex or the back massage. Probably both. Her whole body was relaxed. But you didn't need her help for the small movements you were making. It was enough to get you there, slowly but surely.

"Mom, I'm gonna..." you started to say. Her response was a low gurgle that you were almost sure was a snore. From where you were laying you could look over her shoulder towards the bedroom doorway. Your sister's silhouette stepped into the frame. Her eyes were fixed on the point where your dick was hilted inside your mother. You wanted to say something, or do something, but you were already past the point of no return. Her eyes never moved from your dick as your balls tightened and your shaft throbbed, cumming deep inside your mother. All you could do was bit your lip to stifle your grunts and gasps as your hips buck involuntarily a few last times before your muscles went as limp as you mother on top of you. The only sound was Delta's snoring.

At last, Apogee looked you in the eyes. You mouthed the words 'I'm sorry,' and franticly signed to her with your hand, asking if she wanted you to come back to her bed. She just shook her head. You were worried if everything was still okay between you two.

You couldn't see it in her silhouette, but you could hear her panties elastic snap as he pulled her hand out. She leaned down to pick up a bed sheet from the floor and drape it over both of you. Your mother snuggled into you a bit more. Apogee silently kissed you on your cheek, assuaging your worries. Your sister's smirk glinted in the moonlight as she wiped her wet fingers across your nose before she went back to her own bed.

Everything was going to be okay.