Most celebrate Hearth’s Warming Day with friends and loved ones alike, all gathered around a fireplace while drinking and eating, laughing the night away. Embracing their family members and singing carols while the snow fell in a gentle blanket outside. One household, however, didn’t have the luxury of such a mirthful night, as Cream Heart strode through the thick snow towards her home. She had to bash the door open with a shoulder-check, kicking up mounds of frost outside while trying to shove the door closed.
Shivering and exhausted, Cream Heart removed her scarf and slumped to her knees. It took her a moment to catch her breath, the thin walls of her home barely keeping enough heat in to keep her from freezing. Her eyelids felt heavier than boulders, her back and legs aching from working three jobs in one day for five months, and only a few hours collectively during the whole time left her ready to make the floor her bed once more.
But she knew she couldn’t.
Shakingly standing against the wall, she hefted a large, wrapped box up and made her way down the hall. One door in the house was mostly closed, only a sliver opened up, and she peered in. Resting in the twin-sized bed was her precious son, the only thing in the world that motivated her to keep going every morning. The six-year-old colt clutched to a plushie, his blanket rising and falling with his soft breaths.
Smiling warmly, Cream’s body lost a bit of tension, the pain of her long workdays finally feeling relief knowing it’d all be worthwhile in just a few minutes.
She knocked on the door, the joints creaking as she walked in.
“Happy Hearth’s Warming, Button~,” she sang, sitting on his bed.
The Colt stirred for a moment, yawning as he sat up. It took his waking mind a few moments to properly understand what was happening, but when the gears clicked, he jumped for joy.
“Mommy!” he said, pouncing her with a hug.
She welcomed the embrace, resting her chin on his head as she hugged as tightly as she could. He quickly shot up and kissed her cheek before bouncing on the bed.
“You’re back, you’re back, you’re back!” he cheered. “Happy Hearth’s Warming! I locked the doors and ate my veggies, and I went to bed just like you told me to!”
“That’s right, you did!” she said, ruffling his mane. “You’re such a good, wonderful colt, Button. I know it’s late, but I did manage to get you something for the holiday!” she said, presenting him a large gift.
Button gasped and grabbed the box, kissing his mother again before hopping off of the bed and tearing the wrapping paper apart.
“Wow! The Super Neightendo!?” he said, jumping up and down. “Mommy got me a Super Neightendo! And it comes with games! Can I play mommy, can I play now?”
“Button, sweet heart, it’s 1 am,” she said, a tired smile on her face. “I’ll set it up for you tomorrow, I promise. Mommy really, really needs to sleep right now. Can you wait for just a bit longer, please?”
Button looked between the game console and his mother and nodded.
“Okay, mommy. I love you.”
“I love you too, goodnight,” she said before walking out, closing the door behind her.
She nearly fell over, the months of grueling work catching up all at once. She barely had a minute before she made it to her room and passed out on her bed.
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Button glanced at the clock again, the hands reading 10:15. His fingers tapped the cardboard container for his console, sitting on the couch and kicking his hooves. For two hours now, he’d been patiently waiting for his mother to get up, eager to spend the remainder of his vacation with her and the Neightendo. He’d even gone so far as to prepare her a bowl of his favorite cereal, though now even the marshmallows were soggy.
Concerned for his mother’s wellbeing, he set the boxed console on the couch and made for her room. He slowly turned the knob and peeked inside, catching a glimpse of his mother’s sleeping form. She hadn’t gotten out of her coat or boots, and her purse had crashed to the ground, spilling a mess of papers.
Wanting to assist in any way he could, Button slowly and quietly walked in, the carpeted floor cushioning his steps. Crawling over the purse, he set it upright and started picking up the papers. While most of the wording was gibberish to his young mind, what caught his eye were the numbers and symbols of Bits next to them. He saw one of these was the receipt for the Super Neightendo, a whopping five hundred bits for the bundled edition that she got him.
He grimaced, knowing now why he’d only gotten the one present now. Curious, he looked at the other papers, wondering what they’d all said as well. Some were from the bank, others checks from her job. Knocking the side of his head, he tried to do the math on the papers, but stumbled with the big numbers.
“Mmm… Button?” Cream Heart said, rubbing her eyes as she woke up. “What… what are you doing?”
“Mommy, what do these numbers mean?” he said, holding the paper up. “Did my game cost a lot?”
She cringed as she saw the papers, realizing her son had just figured out their financial situation.
“Sweetie, it was very expensive, yes,” she said softly. “But I don’t want you to feel bad about it, okay?”
Sitting up, she tried her hardest to give him an earnest smile, picking him up into a hug.
“Just let mommy worry about that, okay? I can… I’m doing fine,” she said, looking herself in the mirror.
“But, you don’t,” he said. “Rumble says his mommy and daddy get home a lot earlier than you do, and everypony else says it’s not normal for mommies to come back that late.”
Cream wanted to scream, but she simply ran her fingers through his mane as she sighed.
“I know, but I have to work much harder than those other parents,” she said.
“... because daddy’s not coming back?”
Her heart froze, eyes stinging at the thought of her passed lover.
“I… y-yes, Button. Daddy didn’t want to go, but F-Faust had o-other plans,” she said, holding him close. “You know he’d be doing the same for you. He wanted to see you so badly. I just… I never thought it’d be this hard,” she said, choking back a sob. “I love you, Button, and I’ll work as hard as I have to… to give you a good life, okay?”
Button held tightly, burying his face into his mother’s chest as he failed to hold back his tears.
’You won’t have to, Mom,’ he thought. ’I’ll be the stallion you need. I’ll help you one day, I promise.’
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8 Years Later
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Cream Heart tapped her pen against the table, her other hand resting upon the buttons of a calculator. Looking outside, she watched a large number of colts and fillies all playing around in the grass, showered with rain clouds that one parent had procured. On a hot summer day like this, she longed to join them in the budgeted attempt at replicating a water park, but knew that she didn’t have the time to spare just yet. She had an example to set for her son.
As her son’s name rang through her head, she got out of her seat and stretched, deciding to check up on him. After one Hearth’s Warming, he’d been acting much differently, in ways that made her conflicted. On the one hand, he’d stopped being as obsessed with video games, which was somewhat of a shame. She missed the background noise of the beeps whirrs of the arcades that she and her late husband had spent most of their love life.
A knock on his door, and she waited for a moment. He’d been cooped up all day, and she hadn’t heard a peep since breakfast. She gave it another few seconds pause before she slowly opened the door herself.
Slumped over at his desk, Button was fast asleep. Pencil in hand and notes strewn about, he seemed a far cry from the happy little colt that would burn hours simply marveling at a screen. At the side of his desk, his breakfast lay half-eaten, his drink’s condensation spilling down the desk.
Cream sighed, taking up the plate and drink. Attached to the plate came several notes, all of them falling onto the floor. She set the plate and drink aside before picking up the papers, though once she caught sight of the contents, she was blown away.
Numbers and mathematical symbols that flew over her head were consistently strewn across the pages. She leaned over her son, checking his work, and found that all of his papers were filled similarly with symbols and lines of code. His pc’s screen was black, scrolling with green lines of text and numbers that she couldn’t comprehend. It blew her away that her son was studying all of this, especially since it was summer vacation.
“Mmm, m-mommy,” he said in his sleep.
Cream leaned down and hugged him gently, stroking his mane. Leaning over a bit more, she caught a glimpse of something uncouth, namely the rather large presence in his pants. A part of her joked that he’d clearly inherited more than just his father’s looks and heart after all. Another part pushed that thought down, berating herself for thinking that of her son.
Still, she longed for somepony to hold like this, somepony to call her own once he’d move on to college, or even a job. He had his own life to live, after all. No matter how much of her youth she’d spent on him, she knew that he’d leave her life after only a few more years. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she tightened her hug, kissing his head before she stood up and took his dishes.
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10 Years Later
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“Yes ma’am, I can guarantee one of our staff will make it to the Castle’s servers in the next three business days, even if I have to do it myself,” Button said over the phone. “Of course. Alright, Mrs. Inkwell, we’ll be in touch, have a good night.”
Reclining his chair, Button sighed as he rubbed his temples. Placing his phone back in its dock, he looked out his office’s window and checked the time. Half past 9pm, the dark horizon of Canterlot’s edge was a sight to behold.
It’d been years since he and his mother had moved out of Ponyville, thanks to her getting a new job opportunity. Life had been interesting to say the least, as during his time in college, he’d made friends with a group of ponies working on revolutionary new hardware, yet they didn’t have the programming know-how for making a software that could run everything. Which was where he had stepped in, having spent his youth dissecting code and functions since he was eight.
Now he sat in a cushioned chair in Canterlot’s busiest software house, registering a contract with Canterlot Castle’s personal network.
He picked up the phone again, typing in his mother’s number and sat upright. Waiting for her to pick up, he ran a hand through his mane, trying to calm himself down. He hadn’t called during lunch since he was busy all day and wanted to check in with her.
”Hello?”
“Hey mom, how are you?”
”I’m doing great, sweetie! Thank you for calling,” Cream Heart said. ”So, how was work today?”
“Absolute murder, but we managed to get another few jobs in the Castle, all high-end services.”
”Oh, that’s wonderful! I’m so happy to hear that! Are you and your friends going to go celebrate?”
“Well, my coworkers are, but I just wanna come home and give you a hug.”
”Button, dear, as much as I’d love to hug you right now, I think you should go out with them. You’re one of them, and you should spend some time with ponies your own age for a night. Besides, I’m out late tonight and I think it’d be good for you to relax for once. After everything you’ve done for both of us, please, take a break, alright?”
Button sighed, spinning in his chair before he tapped his desk.
“Alright, I’ll go out with them. I guess I’ll see you later?”
”That’s great to hear! Love you, good bye!”
Replacing the phone, he stood up and grabbed his wallet and keys, heading down the stairs until he ran into a group of his coworkers.
“Hey, Mr. Mash!” one of them called out, a blue unicorn. Data Stack, Button recalled, hired on for two years.
The group turned to see him and welcomed him.
“Hey, uh, you guys going to celebrate the Castle job?”
“Damn right we are, sir!” a green pegasus said. Button remembered his name too, Micro Chip. He’d been hired only a few months ago. “We’re heading into the Red Mane district to cut loose, and if you’re asking us about it, does that mean you’re joining?”
“Yeah boss, you in?” a red earth pony said. He was Circuit Board, about three years on.
“Well… I guess I am, yes,” Button said. “I’ve uh… never been to the Red Mane district before, honestly.”
The three shared a holler and cheer.
“Oh mare, our boss’ first night in the Red Mane district? This is gonna be great! Let’s go!”
They had a cab waiting out front to take them down to the district, a case filled with water bottles chilling in the back. Sharing drinks, they regaled Button with stories from their youth, shenanigans they got into growing up and how they managed to get into the company.
“Wow, that’s pretty insane,” Button remarked. “I mean, twelve whole avocados? How does a pony even fit that many?”
“Let me tell you one word: determination,” Chip said. “I still have the scars. Maybe if we get hammered enough you’ll see ‘em.”
“Pretty sure that’s not the exposure he’s looking forward to tonight,” Circuit said.
“True, true! So, Mr. Mash, what’s your experience been with mares?”
“Well, first of all, you can just call me ‘Button’. And honestly? I’ve… never really had time to, you know… think about mares and stuff like that. I’ve been laser-focused on making something of myself for as long as I can remember. Everything was just a way to help my mom live an easier life. She’s been there for me for so long, I just wanted to give back as much as possible, you know?”
“Mmm, I respect that, sir,” Data said. “Wanting to do right for your family is great, and there’s no shame in admitting that, I think.”
“Yeah, just makes this night out all the more special!” Chip said. “It’s a good thing we’ve got a table reserved at the Velvet Deluxxxe!”
The three stallions cheered and high-fived, patting Button on the back.
“So, is this place special or something?” the brown stallion said.
“Is it special? You bet your Cutie Mark it is! The best dancers from all Equestria get scouted for this place. Princess Luna herself sometimes goes in for a few shows! And, on top of that, if you fancy yourself one of the mares on stage, you can request a little one-on-one time with them in the VIP section, if you’ve got the bits for it.”
“T-they’ll dance for you, personally?”
“And then some, if they think you’re cute enough,” Data said. “I once had a mare bring me to the VIP section and she went down on me so hard I thought my eyes would stay crossed permanently.”
The cab stopped as they arrived at the club in question, and the stallions thanked the driver with an extra few bits tip. Button followed them and gazed upon the building, a massive five-story circular building, decorated in a vibrant crimson with gold trims. Spotlights lit up the sky over the club, painting blues and purples into the darkness drowning the space above. A sign in cursive wrote out, “Velvet Deluxxxe,” a spelling pun that Button hadn’t caught in conversation.
“Well boss, here’s to a night to never forget!” Chip said, ushering him towards the door.
At the entrance, a massive earth pony stood as a bouncer, glasses reflecting the four of them.
“Name and number,” the deep baritone of the bouncer said.
“Micro Chip, party of five,” Chip said.
“Mmm. I count four.”
“Well, one of our friends needed to go since his daughter needed help with school work.”
“Understandable. Alright, you can get in,” he said, opening the thick mahogany door.
They gave their thanks and entered. Buttons eyes were assaulted by the overbearing presence of the color red, alongside the loud thumping dubstep that played through the speakers. He took in the sight of the debaucherous club, but more so the sight of the mares that occupied it.
Scantily clad, voluptuous and eagerly performing all around, the mares of the club were a beauty to behold. It was the first time Button had seen so much exposed fur in his life, let alone all at once. Bouncing breasts, bountiful backsides and thick thighs as far as the eye could see. Though the air was cooled by what felt like a dozen freezing enchantments, Button was already feeling sweat creep down his back.
“Hey there, guys,” a mare said behind them, “looking for a good time?”
A mare with stark black fur and a white mane strode up to them, wearing a sheer sling bikini, her bright white nipples practically glowing in the dark. A pair of pink thigh-high boots and elbow-length gloves complimented her “outfit”, and when Button gulped, she winked.
“Well, aren’t you a cutie~! I could just eat you up, you nervous little bean,” she said. “But I see you boys are clearly fresh off the clock, and unfortunately I’m about to do the same. I’ll tell you what, though, there’s a great show on the second floor. Room B3, and the codeword is ‘mommy’. Thank me another day.”
As she passed by them, she gave Data a slap on his rear, to which the stallion smiled.
“Jeez, it’s like she’s wearing nothing at all,” Button said, red-faced.
“I know, isn’t it great!?” Chip said. “Let’s go check out that show, they usually only have code words for private events!”
They made their way upstairs, passing a few mares carrying drinks and food, all clad in only aprons and boots, one of whom flashed the group her bare crotch. Button admitted, he never thought his first time seeing naked mares would be so casual, but he was certain that whatever it was that got his friends excited was going to be far more impressive. Strangely, he only now noticed that all of the mares lacked any Cutie Mark.
“Hey, so, why don’t any of these mares have a Cutie Mark?” he said.
“Security reasons,” Chip said. “Helps to keep ponies from tracking the mares down outside of the club. Some of the dancers aren’t keen on mixing their personal lives with their jobs.”
He nodded, understanding that they’d want to keep at least something private. They found the room’s doorway, Circuit knocked three times, and an eyehole opened on the door.
“Password,” they said.
“‘Mommy,’” Circuit replied.
The hole slid shut and the door swung open. Chip and Data smiled at each other and gave a fist bump, ushering Button inside as they walked away.
“Wha- hey! Where are you guys going!?”
“Don’t worry, sir, we’ll give you some privacy to enjoy whatever happens in there!” Chip said. “After all, be easier to be picked out of a smaller crowd, right?”
“Have a great time, sir!” Data said.
Circuit simply waved as they all made off snickering.
The door closed, a large dragoness locking it and looking down on Button.
“Alright, take your seat and don’t get up until after the lights come back on,” she said. “No touching unless the dancer herself grabs your wrists. Don’t try anything funny or I’ll flambé you for breakfast. Got it?”
Button gulped and nodded nervously.
She pointed over his shoulder and he turned, seeing only two ponies in chairs by a relatively small stage. They were all fairly luxurious and cushiony, each one bright and white, kept clean and sterile by magic. Button took the open seat closest to the door, then passed a sideways glance to the other ponies there. One was slightly overweight with a receding maneline, a beer in one hand and a fistful of bits in the other. The other was a mare in a long dress, a tray of empty glasses next to her.
“Hey, you new here, buddy?” the large stallion said.
“Uhm, y-yes, why?”
“Just a new face, is all,” he said.
“Alright. So, you know who’s dancing?”
“Not at all, I’m just here for the dragon girl working security,” he said. “I’ve gotten a good reputation with her so far, and if I can make it through this dance without getting a boner, she says she’ll go on a date with me!”
“Well, good luck with that,” Button said. “Is… is she alright?” he said, pointing at the mare gulping down another few drinks.”
“Oh, yeah, she’s here for the show, same as you I think.”
“Not deaf,” she said. “I’m trying to study these mares for an art project is all.”
Button would have said something, but the lights went out, and a single spotlight shone on the stage. A long black boot stuck out from behind a curtain, a deliciously plump thigh poking through the gap as the dancer stepped into the light.
To say Button was smitten was an understatement of the ages. His eyes were open wider than ever before, threatening to almost pop out of his skull. Knuckles tight, he gripped the edge of his armrests until they started to creak. Blood rushed South at lightspeed as he gazed upon the mare that activated every single neuron in his brain at once.
She was wearing what looked to be like a black bodysuit that seemed to outline her curves perfectly. There was a zipper on the front of the body suit that seemed to go all the way down to her pussy, and it wasn’t even zipped all the way up, giving Button a good view of her cleavage. He couldn't see her face as it was covered by a Visor-like helmet, but he figured that it was more for aesthetics as she strutted down the stage. She seemed to be straight to the point and got on with the show as she pressed herself against the pole and began to twirl around the pole at the center of the stage. She would twirl and tease the small audience in front of her and Button could only be mesmerized by her figure and her coordination.
“Wh-who is she?”
“She’s actually one of the best dancers here,” the larger stallion said as he looked back at the Blushing button. “The only time anyone lets her see her face is if they’re one of the more…behaved clients…”
“What do you mean by that?” Button asked.
“Just see for yourself, kiddo,” he said, pointing at the mare.
As Button turned back to watch the show, the dancer reached for her zipper and began to slowly pull down on her zipper. Soon as the zipper fully reaches her pussy, she pulls the flaps on the chest to the sides to reveal her creamy breasts in front of them. The meaty mounds rivaled watermelons in size, her nipples leaking a scant few drops of freshly produced milk. What was surprising to Button was that she seemed to specifically focus on Button, her breasts inches from his flustered face.
“Oh, I think she likes you!” the stallion said.
The mare jiggled her assets near his snout, and he could get a whiff of cinnamon and vanilla from her fur, a ripe scent that he eagerly took deeply. She backed up onto the stage, gripping the pole and twirling. She used her meaty thighs to clasp the pole as she hung upside down, wriggling her arms out of her tight outfit. Once they were free she spun on the way down, using her freed arms to push herself into a bent-over position. She got on her knees and worked the bodysuit down, shaking her ass in Button’s direction as she worked the tight fabric down. Her tail popped free, followed by the doughy pillows of her backside plopping out to greet Button. There was no Cutie Mark, but the sag and shape of them were mouthwatering to the young stallion.
Standing up, the mare worked one leg out, running her hands down her stomach to play with the folds of her pussy, kicking the outfit into Button’s lap. She crawled across the stage, narrowing in on him until she straddled his seat’s armrests from him. Trapped beneath the buxom mare, Button simply waited to react as she reached for his wrists. They were tender and soft, gentle with how she handled the inexperienced stallion. She pressed his palms to her stomach, then trailed one up to her impressive chest. A single squeeze of the succulent flesh triggered something in Button’s mind, and the electric sensation that ran down his hand tripled when it reached his crotch. She guided the other hand down her hips and further back, giving him a handful of her ass, which he graciously squeezed.
A heavenly chuckle, the sound of a delighted angel graced Button’s ears as she took in the awe in his face. His eyes tried to pierce the helmet she wore, but the plastic’s tint was too strong, especially in this dim lighting. She reached her hand up and snapped three times, signaling the dragoness at the door.
“Alright, everyone but the kid, get out,” she said. “So tubby, you got a chubby?”
“Nope! Nothing!” he said proudly, standing up to show his baggy pants.
“Well, guess I owe you a date after all. Alright, I’ll be sure to send someone to clock in for this room soon. Take care, Cream.”
As the other occupants left, Button’s ears swiveled.
’Cream? That’s just like my mom’s name! Wait… she, also has similar fur. And the same… tail? Wait, is she-’
She reached up for the helmet and pulled it off, revealing the loving, smiling face of his beloved mother.
“Hi sweetie,” she said.
Button’s heart nearly flatlined in shock, words failed him, and he couldn’t breathe.
“Wha… ha…”
“It’s alright Button, it’s alright,” she said, taking the hand groping her chest and bringing it to her face. “Mommy’s here.”
“How!? WHY!? WHAT!?” he screamed.
“First of all, do not raise your voice at me, young colt,” she said.
“Yes ma’am,” he replied automatically.
“Right. Second, I didn’t actually expect to see you here. I mean… I should have known one day you’d walk into a place like this, but I never figured that you’d walk in on one of my performances.”
“Wait, then, why are you here? I mean, is this how you… you know…”
She nodded.
“I did work plenty of jobs like this when I was younger, struggling to even make ends meet for both of us. It was a way to make some extra spending money when I was with your father, but after he passed on, well, I needed to pay bills. All those extra shifts to give you the world… I’m so proud of you,” she said, cupping his face.
“But… okay, so, you knew it was me here, though! Why did you do, well… all of that!?”
She took a dour face and leaned down to him. Without warning, she closed the gap and kissed him. Button’s mind snapped into splinters, the taste of warm cream permeating his tongue as she gently slid hers into his mouth. A part of him told him to break off, to yell at her, to do anything other than comply with her sudden intrusion of his mouth. Yet, he froze for a moment. In the next, he met her tongue with his own. His body acted of a will that felt somewhat alien, a part of himself that he never wanted to admit. The nights he spent dreaming of her, the times when he slipped a thought of her into a session of self pleasure, and all of the love that he felt for her his entire life welled up within him and he closed his eyes.
They parted after a moment, a string of drool dropping between them as they caught their breath.
“I love you,” she said. “And, not in the way a mother normally loves their son. I know, I shouldn’t but… every day, while you grew up, you became so much more like him that… I think a part of me started replacing thoughts of him, with you. Your kind heart, your determination, you did so much with what little I could give you.”
“Mom, you gave me everything a colt needed to grow up to be successful,” Button said. “You gave me a loving home, you took care of me every day you could, and I just wanted to give you everything you deserve for doing so much.”
“Well… there is one more thing that I think both of us need,” she whispered. “Something that, by all rights, we shouldn’t do. But…”
“I know,” Button said, cupping his mother’s face. “Let’s do it.”
She smiled and kissed him again, only a chaste peck however, as she got up and motioned for him to follow her. In the corner of the room was a secret door, behind which was a well lit bedroom with pure white sheets. The bedside shelf had bottles of lube and condoms of varying sizes, a minifridge filled with water beneath it.
“So, this is, uh…”
“Yes,” she said, turning to face him. “I’m going to be honest, honey… I’m a bit scared.”
“I am too! I mean, I’m about to… w-well…”
She smiled warmly.
“Go on, you can say it.”
“I’m about to… f-fuck, m-my mom.”
“Oh, sweetie, we’re not just doing that. We’re going to make love,” she said. “Now, get out of that stuffy suit, and let mommy love you.”
Button’s hands shook as he reached for his shirt, blood rushing through him as his heart felt like a train engine about to drive him off the rails of his own sanity. He practically ripped off his dress shirt, his jacket falling to the floor while he struggled with his belt.
“Now honey, I know you’re nervous, and that’s okay,” Cream said. “But still, try and treat your suit with some respect, I don’t want to have to spend an evening ironing it out,” she added with a cheeky smile.
“A-alright, sorry,” he said.
He picked up his jacket and set it on a hanger, shuffling out of his pants and adding them as well. His underpants were strained to the limit, from what Cream could see. She blushed, the sight of her son’s stiffy getting her heated downstairs. It was definitely impressive, and she could even see part of the tip flaring as it escaped the length of their confines. As he slid them off, he stopped, staring at his mother as they both stood in the nude.
“W-well…” he trailed off.
“Yes, well indeed,” Cream said. “I know, this is… not what we were expecting today. But, let’s just, start off and see where things… go naturally. Alright? And don’t be afraid to touch me anywhere. After all, there’s nopony I’d trust more than you.”
After a tense moment, Button and Cream stepped closer to each other. They looked into one another’s eyes for a tense moment. The tension in the air calmed as they smiled. Reaching for each other, they closed their eyes and kissed.
They pressed up against each other, tongues entwined as their hands explored one another. Button’s hands reached for the softest parts of his mother, feeling her in a way he’d never thought possible. Cream felt up her son in a way no mother should, but she found herself unable to help herself, having crossed the line already. His chest and arms were so much thicker than she thought, and against her stomach was a sizable monument to his love for her. Massive enough to eclipse her forearm, Button’s shaft was a marvel to behold. Its shape felt familiar in her hand, something that she longed for for decades, a fruit so forbidden she couldn’t imagine the scorn she’d face for this.
She had to taste it.
Breaking off the kiss, she knelt down and encompassed his cock in her massive tits, the supple flesh from her finely sculpted chest going down on his shaft sent Button into a fit of ecstasy. He couldn’t hold back his moans, and had to grip her head to keep steady. She grinned, pumping her tits along his length as her tongue met his flesh. He had to bite his hand to keep from screaming, and he nearly rammed his length into her mouth. She welcomed it, closing her eyes as she performed fellatio. The salt and cream from Button’s cock was delectable to the older mare’s taste buds. Gorging herself on precious meat, she hummed in delight. Before she knew it, her mouth was flooded by Button’s cum.
Unable to endure longer, the stallion’s first load hit like a truck, and she had to drink it all down. She took a deep breath when she was done, her eyes glazing over as she drowned in the scent and taste of Button’s powerful musk. It was the taste of a virgin, pure and untapped, and it aroused her to no end to know that everything in her precious colt’s life was now totally hers.
“Not bad for a first load, Button,” she teased, leering at her son with a lustful expression. “But you should probably have some more fruit in your diet. Even if you do work late, that doesn't mean you have to constantly eat pizza and food from vending machines.”
“S-sorry,” he panted. “It just… felt so… good.”
“I’m glad you appreciate it, Button, but the night is still young,” she added, glancing at Button’s cock, which was surprisingly still rock hard. “And judging by your little friend here, you’re still eager to have fun with me.”
“Hehe, I guess I’ve been a little pent up,” he said, nervously rubbing the back of his head. Cream sweetly smiles as she gets off of Button Mash, giving him another view of her curvy body. She then points behind her with a smirk.
“Care to join me Button?” she added. Button smiled as he and his mother walked to the bed. She immediately laid on her back, and spread her legs for him. Her pussy was dripping with arousal as she waited patiently for him.
“M…mom…”Button said, his face blushing redder and redder.
“Button,” she told him with a calm and stern tone. “You can call me ‘mommy’ every now and again, but I’d prefer you call me by name if we’re going to be lovers from now on. Now are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to join me and make me your mare?”
Button’s cock immediately throbbed on impulse from hearing those words from his own mother. The very mare that raised him all of his life, was now naked and wanting him to please her.
“You got it, Cream,” he said with a smile on his face as he climbed onto the bed with his mother, soon to be lover. Cream heart waited in anticipation for her son’s next move. Button could only be mesmerized by her beauty the more he looked into her eyes. But he knew that he wanted this to be special for her, so he decided to dive in for a meal before the main event. Opening his mouth, he sticks his tongue into her pussy. Her eyes shot open, feeling her son’s tongue, entering her love tunnel.
“So, going for a meal before the main event huh?,” she teased, feeling his tongue trying to glide across her pussy. She could already tell that her son was a virgin with how long he focused more on his studies, and focusing on his work. He was sloppy at best, but she didn’t care about it. She knew that she’d have to walk him through this later down the road.
Cream reached for her chest and played with herself for a bit, pinching her nipples and milking herself. Her fingers returned to Button’s mane once more, pressing him gently into a warm kiss with her pussy. She managed to climax, but the sensation faded before she could have it run up her back properly.
“Button, that wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t fantastic either,” she told her son who sheepishly grinned with nervousness.
“I kinda figured,” he said. “Sorry if I wasn't good.”
“You at least tried, that’s all that matters,” she added with a smile. Button was about to say something, until he felt himself being pushed backwards. He was about to ask what he did, until he felt Cream Heart climbing on top of him. She pressed her body against his chest, making the young stallion blush as she had her milky breasts pressing up against his face. “But I do think it’s time we got onto the main event Button.”
Button’s face got redder, as her light cream nipples were pressed against his face. He also felt her soft hands gripping his still hard length, stroking his large package. She even rubbed her pussy against his length as she stared into Button’s eyes. Both of them knew that once this road was crossed, there was no going back. Love between a mother and son, soon to become lovers, yet it turned the both of them on. Cream slowly rose her hips letting his flared head kiss tip, slowly teasing his barely letting it enter her marehood.
“Alright Button, I hope you’re ready to become a real stallion,” she added, before forcing her hips down onto Button’s cock.
Cream Heart and Button Mash let out a moan at the same time. Cream Heart feeling her son return to a place he never should, Button enraptured by the feeling of embracing a vagina for the first time in his life. The pornos he’d read and watched didn’t do it justice, something that a thousand nights humping a pillow could never approach. It was nirvana, plain and simple. Wet, warm and tight, his mother’s folds felt as though they could suck in his very soul. If he had the choice to do so, he’d accept the fate in a heartbeat.
“So Button, how does my pussy feel?” Cream Heart asked.
“It… it’s amazing,” he gasped. “I… I love you… I love you so much!” he said, pulling back and thrusting.
Cream Heart screamed in pleasure, her breasts jiggling against Button’s chest as he fucked her. He was gentle and slow, eager to explore her depths with the veiny rod of his love. They fell into a wondrous rhythm of moans and pants, back and forth, in and out, the blankets slick with the liquid love that poured out of them both. Button buried his face into his mother’s bosom, repositioning to pump at a new angle. The flare of his head scraped against a special spot in Cream’s pussy, the mare screaming as she felt the satiation of an itch that hadn’t been scratched properly in decades. As her mind melted to pleasure, Button’s mouth found her nipples, and he greedily started suckling.
Here she was, Cream realized, laying with her precious baby, who was once more feeding off her teat. Twenty some odd years later, and fucking her brains out, but nonetheless, he was still here for her. She smiled and shed some tears, overjoyed at their beautiful union.
“M-mommy,” he said. “I… I’m gonna-”
Button was silenced by his mother’s lips meeting his, and she pulled him in deeply. Her legs wrapped around his hips and forced him to hilt, locking him in place. Lightning ran through both of them as they came, Button unloading years of pent up love directly into his mom’s pussy. For the first time in a time too long to count, Cream Heart felt filled to the brim. Cum gushed out of her in rivers, her womb flooded with seed.
They broke off their kiss after a few silent moments passed. Looking into one another’s eyes, they smiled and kissed again.
Button and Cream Heart wouldn’t be leaving that room for another few hours, too busy celebrating their love for one another in positions all across the room.
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Locking the door behind him, Button sighed with relief. Turning to face his mother, he saw her standing in the bedroom doorway, wearing a black set of lingerie. In her hands was a familiar little bit of plastic, a thin thing with a view displaying a positive symbol. They shared a smile and a kiss, ready to embrace the new family they’d start together.
Author's Note
Her's my entry for the Striptember contest. Credit goes to Yoshikage Kira for the setup, but I feel I could've done more.
