Spitfire sighs as she looks at a can of soup, it has been five years since her life went downhill, she had one drunken one-night stand and then six weeks later she was pregnant. She had hoped that the stallion would stick around, be a good father. Spitfire scoffs at her thought, “Jokes on me for being hopeful,” she said to herself as she placed the can of soup into the cart.
After getting the groceries Spitfire waits in line to check out, overhearing whispers from behind her.
“Dude, she’s such a milf, if she wasn’t married I would definitely tap that,” a young stallion said from behind her.
“I know, dude, so would I. My brother told me that she was the best in bed when they went out for a short while,” another voice chimed in.
Recognizing the voice, Spitfire turned around to see Button Mash and Rumble.
Forcing a smile she got out of line to speak to the two stallions. “What makes you two think I’m married,” she asked as they just stared at her body starstruck, their glued stares forced Spitfire to grab their chins between her fingers and hold their heads up so their eyes meet. “I’ll ask again, why do you two think I’m married,” she questioned as the two stallions blushed.
“Well, you have a kid,” Button Mash spoke, eliciting a chuckle from Spitfire.
“That doesn’t mean I’m married now, I’m quite single,” she replied as Button blushed
“Sorry, ma’am,” was all Button could say as she released his and Rumble’s chins.
“Now, you two said I was a what,” Spitfire asked.
“A Milf is anypony that's a mother that some ponies want to…," Rumble started to explain, stopping as he tried to find a better word to phrase it.
Spitfire blushed as her mind filled in the blanks. “Oh, I see,” Spitfire said as she scratched the back of her head.
Spitfire smiled as an idea came to her, looking at the two stallions, she could tell they had just turned eighteen. “So you two want to have a good time with me,” Spitfire asked, getting a blush out of the two stallions as they nodded.
“I’ll be happy to let you two have your way with me, but you have to do something for me,” Spitfire cooed.
“What would that be,” Button asked as Spitfire returned to buying her groceries.
Spitfire smiled as she handed Button an address. “You two meet me at this address and bring bits, we’ll discuss it there,” Spitfire chimed as she picked up her groceries and flew off.
Spitfire returned to her home where her mother was babysitting her son Mach, she smiled as she watched the two play patty cake together. “Looks like you two are having fun,” Spitfire spoke as she closed the door.
“We are, so how was your trip into Ponville,” Stormy Flare asked as she got up from the floor.
“It was……eventful,” Spitfire replied, pausing for a bit to find the right words.
Joy filled Stormy’s eyes. “So you found another stallion that you like,” Stormy asked, hoping that Spitfire let down her wall she built up five years ago.
“What, no, I told you I’m done with dating, I just found a way to make some extra bits on the side since I had to get a regular jb at the weather factory,’’ Spitfire replied as she started to put up the groceries.
“And what would that be,” Stormy asked as Spitfire put the groceries up.
“Mach, go get ready for dinner please, mommy has to talk to your grandma alone for a bit,” Spitfire told her son who happily listened.
Once Spitfire heard the door close she spoke, “I just learned today I’m what some stallions call a milf, so I’m meeting two young stallions at the “Yoke” motel tonight to….” Spitfire started to explain before Stormy cut her off.
“Stop, stop,” Stormy said as Spitfire hushed down.
“You’re gonna do the exact same damn thing that Jet Lag did to you, he left you feeling over the moon, but as soon as responsibility came a-knocking he left, but you’re gonna toy with these stallions hearts, how could you,” Stormy asked as Spitfire sighed.
“Because I’m desperate, the damn fool ain’t paying child support, I’m not making enough money at the weather factory, I just really need the bits,” Spitfire replied as she sat down at the table.
“What are you gonna do if you get pregnant again,” Stormy asked as Spitfire looked up.
“I’m not going to, I got my tubes tied so that I won’t have another drunken one-night stand that will end in disaster, I can get it reversed at any time.
Silence flows through the house for what seems like hours until Stormy Flare broke it.
“Ok, I can’t stop you, but please be careful,” Stormy said, concerned with the choice Spitfire has made.
“I’ll be careful, mom. I plan on making it clear that it is nothing serious,” Spitfire said as she got up. “Think you can watch Mach for a few more hours,” Spitfire asked as Stormy smiled.
“Of course dear, I love watching him, though I don’t really have a choice since I moved in with you to help as much as I can,” Stormy said, making Spitfire laugh a bit.
“There’s a laugh,” Stormy said as she pulled Spitfire into a hug. “You do what you think you need to do, but remember that I will always be right here if you need me,” Stormy said, reassuring her daughter.
“Thanks, mom,” Spitfire replied as she went upstairs to get ready, packing some leftover condoms in case the young stallions wanted them.
As Spitfire was about to leave, Mach came up and hugged her leg. “Do you have to work late again, mommy,” he asked as Spitfire hugged him.
“Yes I do, so me good for your grandma Flare ok,” Spitfire asked as Mach nodded and hugged her.
“I will, see you later mommy,” Mach said as Spitfire left and flew back to Ponyville arriving at the “Yoke” motel.
Spitfire waits at the “Yoke” motel, her heart pounding as she awaits the arrival of the two young stallions that she ran into in the store.
As she waits, a small part of her tells her not to go through with this, she shakes it off remembering how little the weather factory pays, and she has heard through the grapevine that there are going to be layoffs soon.
“Hey, Ms. Spitfire,” a voice calls out, bringing her back down to earth.
Button Mash runs up to her, carrying a big bag that jingled as he ran.
“Oh, Button Mash I presume, where is your friend Rumble?” Spitfire asked, thinking that both of them were coming.
“Oh, he didn’t want to feel like a third wheel so he decided he’ll come tomorrow,” the young stallion replied as Spitfire nodded.
“I see,” Spitfire replied as she opened the door to the motel.
“Well, come along young man, let me give you what you want,” Spitfire said, making Button blush as he followed her inside.
Once Spitfire pays for a room her and Button Mash waste no time in going inside. Button’s heart pounds at what feels to be one-hundred beats per minute his cock throbs with anticipation wanting desperately to get out of its sheath.
“So now, are you ready to play smash,” Spitfire asked as she walked deeper into the room, making Button Mash blush bright red.
“Y-you also play that game?” Button asked stuttering, his naive question making Spitfire giggle.
“I do on occasion, I’m not just a pretty face, but I’m not talking about that fighting game,” Spitfire replied as she headed into the bathroom.
Peeking her head out she looks at Button Mash. “You go on and undress, but leave your underwear on,” she says, making the young stallion start to sweat.
Button does as he was asked, taking off his plain black shirt and kinking off his shoes, he starts to breathe heavily as the anticipation builds up inside him, he finally unbuttons his pants and pulls them off, leaving him in his pearl white boxers. He sits on the bed, waiting for Spitfire, he gets out the bag of bits from his pants pocket and places it on the nightstand for Spitfire, he dreads to think about what his mom would say if she caught him, but right now, he feels like this is worth it and is glad he snuck out.
“Are you ready, big boy?” Spitfire asked as she opened the door to the bathroom and stood in the doorway in the nude, her plump, chubby figure on full display.
Button blushes and gulps at the sight of her, despite her being a bit chubby, she was still well built, her muscles were still noticeable and firm. “Y-yes, ma’am,” Button says as Spitfire walks over to him, her thighs swaying from side to side, hypnotizing him as he follows their movements. Spitfire sits on the bed next to him and gently grabs his chin between her thumb and index finger.
“Now, now. You’re a young stallion now, no need to be so formal with me, especially if you consider what we’re about to do, so you may call me by name, am I clear?” Spitfire says, making the young stallion blush even more.
“Y-yes, ma….Spitfire,” Button replied, catching himself as Spitfire smirked.
“Good boy, now what would you like me to do to you and did you bring the bits?” Spitfire asked as Button gulped.
“Surprise me, please, and yes I did, the bag is on the nightstand and contains fifty bits,” Button replied as Spitfire rubbed his bare chest.
“That’s a hefty sum, and I will gladly surprise you, I hope you’re ready to sleep with an experienced mare for once, I also hope Sweetie Belle doesn’t mind,” Spitfire said as Button blushed. “And on that note, I hope you know this is just for pleasure, nothing serious,” Spitfire said, laying down the rules.
“I know, and I’m ok with that, as for Sweetie Belle, she actually doesn’t, on our third date after we had sex, we actually talked about our dream buck, I told her I wanted to buck you and she told me to go for it if I got the chance,” Button replied as Spitfire started to move down from his chest to his belly.
“What a wonderful and understanding girlfriend you have, I hope you did the same for her,” Spitfire said as she inched closer to his waist.
“I did, she told me her dream buck is Thunderlane, and I told her the same as she told me,” Button said as Spitfire abruptly kissed him on the lips.
Breaking the kiss, Spitfire looked into his eyes. “That’s a real good boy, you’re gonna make her really happy,” Spitfire said as she slid her fingers under his waistband. “Now, let’s get that joystick out,” She says as she starts teasing his cock.
Button blushed and moaned as he felt Spitfire’s finger run over his cock, his shaft slowly rising as Spitfire pulled down the elastic band and exposing his erect manhood.
“Now, would you like to be on top of me, or would you rather be a bottom?” Spitfire asked, making the young stallion flustered.
Blushing bright red and biting his lip, Button kicks off his underwear as Spitfire grabs his cock and starts stroking it, “I would like you to be on top,” Button replied as Spitfire smiled.
“I can do that, now the final question, do you want a condom or do you want to go in unprotected?” Spitfire asked, making Button blush. “And don’t worry about getting me pregnant, I got my tubes tied,” Spitfire told him.
“Then Let’s go unprotected,” the young brown stallion said as Spitfire began to straddle him, her rear hovering over his cock as she looked into his eyes.
Spitfire lowered herself down onto Button’s cock, slowly pressing her marehood on his cock’s head forcing it inside her. Button moaned as his cock slid into Spitfire’s sex, her pussy was already wet as his cock slid in.
“Hmmmmm, I bet Sweetie Belle is really pleased with your girth,” Spitfire said as she started bobbing up and down, riding Button Mash cowgirl style.
Button moaned out in bliss, unable to answer, but smiled at the complement as he held onto Spitfire’s thighs, her strong muscles pulling and milking his cock as he got closer to ejaculation.
Spitfire thrusts down onto his pelvis one more time and Button moans out as he climaxes, shooting a load of his seed into Spitfire’s love tunnel.
Button sighs as he lays down on the bed and Spitfire pulls off his cock, her pussy drips with a mixture of his cum and her vaginal fluid. “Well, looks like player two wins this round,” Spitfire quips as she goes into the bathroom and washes up.
As Button lays there, he smiles at the ceiling, breathing heavily as Spitfire exits the bathroom. “I think we should head out,” Spitfire said as she picked up the bag of bits and poured them into her purse. “If you want to do this again, I’ll be more than happy to,” she remarks as Button gets up and gets dressed.
After leaving the motel, Spitfire returns home, her mother and her son are fast asleep in their rooms when she goes to check on them, not feeling tired herself, she stays up and eats some of the leftover food that was in the fridge.
As she ate, she couldn't help but remember how good it felt, she felt alive, she felt free, she hasn’t had sex like that in long time, she starts to think that she can make a living this way, that way she won’t get her heart broken and stallions can get their rocks off, she starts to consider prices of things she could do.
She finishes her food and smiles to herself. “I think I might go see Rumble since I still have time,” She says to herself as she grabs her purse and heads out again.