Pound's New Feelings

Another day came to Sugarcube Corners. The Cake family, hard at work as always, make their special treats for the hungry and sweet toothed denizens of Ponyville. Waking up late, the young pegasus colt of the family, Pound Cake, was dragging himself out of bed. From the looks of it, his twin, the unicorn filly of the family, Pumpkin Cake was already up and probably helping their parents in the kitchen. Yawning, he stretched a little, walking over to the mirror in his room. He looked terrible.

Massive amounts of bedhead, he was hunched over with some bad posture, and the bags under his eyes seemed to somehow have bags of their own. Yawning again, he rubbed his small hoof through his mane, but there wasn’t much that could be done about it. Stretching some more, he flapped his wings to try and get that satisfying crack out of his back. As well as this, he did what looked to be some exercises. According to school, a growing pegasus needs to spend a few minutes a day when they wake up to properly stretch his wings.

“Alright, that should do it.” Pound groaned to himself, dragging his way over to the bathroom. As soon as he reached it however, it was already closed and the sound of running water could be heard. “Hey, hey! You're almost done there?”

“One second!” Called the voice of Pinkie Pie, the mare who rented a room in the bakery. “I’ll be out in a second.”

Pound didn’t need to wait even a minute when the water finally stopped. Emerging from the bathroom was the mare, but she had the towel wrapped around her wet mane, but nowhere on the rest of her body. The older mare’s curvy, wet body was on full display for the colt, which made him stare. Whether Pinkie meant it or not, as she winked and giggled at the colt, Pound could see the mare’s impressive teats between her thighs.

“Showers all yours.” Pinkie smiled, seemingly not noticing the cockhead poking out of Pound’s sheath as he couldn’t look away from her teats. “Have fun, Pound.”

Bouncing along, Pinkie was either very unaware, or was purposely teasing him as she had her tail swish from side to side, while her winking pussy was on full display. Shivering, Pound could see he was starting to get an erection, a phenomenon that had been happening recently. At school, he learned these things were normal for growing fillies and colts. The former would eventually get their first heats, while the latter would get harder penises for reasons they couldn’t explain. The colt had to take a cold shower to settle himself down after that experience.

Finishing up his shower, and drying himself off, Pound was finally ready to face the day. Though as soon as he made it downstairs, his eyes were met with a sight that put even a sexy mare like Pinkie to shame. His mother, Cup Cake, and her impressive, massive looking ass. It was perfectly rounded, plump in all the right places and would both jiggle and wobble with each motion of her walking thighs. Because her flank was so big, Pound couldn’t see his mum’s teats, but he could only imagine how big they were.

But just as soon as he started having these thoughts, Pound shook his head. This was another thing he was dealing with. Pinkie was hard enough as she seemingly was making his smaller colt cock getting hard, often leading to him having rough times sleeping. But when it came to his mum, more than once he believed he overheard some customers call his mum a “milf”, as well as other words like “thicc”, and even something like how they’d want to “stuff that fat ass with their cocks all night”. Pound couldn’t fully understand all of it, but there were days he just couldn’t look away from her.

“Pound! There you are!” Called the voice of his father, Carrot Cake. The slender stallion was busy rolling some dough and putting together something. “Good on you for finally joining us. Look, Pumpkin isn’t gonna be able to help today.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry I overslept.” Pound groaned, somewhat sarcastically as he grabbed an apron and hat to help his parents. But then he paused. “Wait, Pumpkin isn’t here? Where is she?”

“She’s going to be with her friends today.” Cup explained, looking back over to her son as she was preparing some other bowls of ingredients. “And she’ll most likely be spending the night.”

This news hit the colt a little harder than one would expect. Both Pound and Pumpkin were nearly inseparable since birth, being twins and all. So much so, they still shared a room, though the filly had a way better time sleeping in bed than he did. Pound looked like a tough colt for his age, but he had a very soft heart, so much so, he would always cling a bit to his mother, much to his father’s belief that his son should be working hard like he does. This often led to some small arguments, but they were very brief.

“In any event, we’re gonna be working extra hard today.” Cup mentioned, joining her husband as she kissed him on the cheek. Once she reached Pound, she rubbed her hoof on his head. “I know you’re gonna miss your sister. But tell you what, if we can get through today without a hitch, I’ll let you sleep in mommy and daddy’s bed tonight.” Pound’s eyes sparkled at the notion, while Carrot rolled his eyes a little.

“Don’t spoil him too much.” Carrot commented, not stopping what he was doing as he spoke. “He’s a growing colt, and he’s gotta get used to his own bed before he gets his own room.”

“Oh Carrot, with how deep you can sleep, you’ll barely notice him.” Cup replied, giggling a little to her husband. “Now, let’s get to work!”

The rest of the day went pretty average for the bakery. Pinkie eventually came down from her room, and helped with selling the pastries and baked goods as the ponies of Ponyville. As he was working, Pound also noticed how many of the ponies, namely stallions, were speaking with Pinkie in the same manner he believed they did towards his mum when he overheard a few of them before. He didn’t really understand it, but the mare was giving these stallions the same smiles that sent a shiver down Pound’s spine.

By the end of the day, and the closed sign was hung up, everything went perfectly. A smile ran across Pound’s face as he was now looking forward to spending the night in his parents’ bed. While Carrot was still grumbling a little about it, Cup seemed eager for it. Suffice it to say, Pound was the first one in bed, but he lay closer to the edge on his mother’s side, while his father only rolled on his side. Cup Cake looked amazing in her nightgown, which almost gave her son the best look at her soft looking teats.

Pound was captivated by his mum’s beautiful curves, and was speechless and staring as she wiggled and swayed as she approached the bed. Once there, she easily rolled herself on the bed, and Pound moved himself to be more on the edge of the bed, but close to his mum’s body. She was so soft, and she smelled so sweet and good. It was like he was cuddling up to a large, soft pastry. The way it felt, it was making him feel so warm, so safe, and so comforting. That is, until his sheath felt the feeling of Cup’s soft teats pressing against him.

As Pound tried to sleep through this pleasurable position, Cup Cake was thinking back to all the strange behavior her son had been showing as of late. He wasn’t hugging her as much as when he was younger, and he wouldn’t even look at her without quickly turning away. Perhaps he was going through some kind of rebellious phase? She could only imagine what else might be going through his mind. Though the answer came to her halfway through the night, as she was slowly woken up by something long, hard, and warm rubbing between her teats.

This was his cock, this was Pound Cake’s cock. And even though he was still a colt, he had a very impressive length and size. Clearly he inherited this growing size from his father, but even then, it was very…hard. And the way Pound’s body was seemingly, instinctively moving about as he slept besides her. There was no way he could be doing this purposefully, he had to be sleeping. And yet, the way he was moving, and how his cockhead was rubbing a little against her belly.

“Oh my…P-Pound…y-you can’t…” Cup whimpered quietly, trying to wake Pound up. “I-I-I know you don’t mean to…but you can’t just-”

Pound, still sound asleep, was clearly having a good dream as he was moving and rubbing himself more and more along Cup’s body. Dreaming or not, his instincts were taking over. His muzzle snuggled against his mum’s body. The way his cock was throbbing against her body, leaking out more and more precum while her milf body was missing the sensation of such a thing against her. It had been far too long since her husband had touched her like this, but it was different with her son.

Eventually, Pound’s dream seemed to cause his body to jerk and move a little harder. His wings fluttered, causing him to lift himself upwards. Trying to keep up with her son, Cup rolled on her back, where Pound dropped on her. It was enough to cause her to gasp a little, but then a small moan escaped her lips as her large teats and even her pussy lips were being rubbed and teased by this colt’s cock. Cup wanted to move Pound off her, but there was a strange, pleasurable tingling that was slowly spreading throughout her body.

She was feeling it, a pleasurable sensation as her son was slowly rubbing his cock against her moist pussy lips, and between her soft teats. Cup wanted to get her son off her, but she felt that if she did, he might wake up and see what he’s done to her. But this was going on for too long and she had to move to get him to stop. Carefully, and slowly, Cup tried to move herself over to the side, but her actions were in vain. At once, Pound cooed and moaned, as he couldn’t help but cum between his mum’s teats and along her round belly. Cup couldn’t help but yelp out in shock as she felt the warmth of this colt’s cum along her belly.

“Huh…uh…wha…” Carrot asked, sounding groggy as he somewhat looked over to his wife. “Something wrong, honey?”

“Oh, nothing dear, nothing at all.” Cup replied, having moved herself back on her side as Pound was shocked awake from his mum’s movement. Hugging him close, she hid him behind her soft, round body. “Pound was just having a bad dream, so I’m keeping him close.”

“Alright, just don’t spoil him.” Carrot grumbled, rolling back over. “Colt’s gotta grow up someday.”

“I know, I know, but I want to enjoy what time I have with him.” Cup replied, feeling the limping dick between her teats. “He’s a growing colt after all.” She waited until she could hear her husband snoring before she looked at Pound. “Pound? Pound? Are you awake?”

Pound stirred, but weakly answered her. The way he looked up at her, the look of innocence, but some sorrow and regret. He realized what he had done, and it made him so sad. Cup wanted to forgive her son, but not even that adorable look in his eyes were going to be enough. She shook her head sadly, and hugged him closely, but it was clear in her voice. She kissed Pound's forehead, and he only whimpered a little.

“I’m not mad, but I…I need to clean myself up.” Cup whispered to her son, her tone reflecting how reluctant she was to do this. “But…I need you to sleep in your bed for the rest of the night.”

Pound only sniffled, looking at his mum with sad eyes, but then got out of bed. Slowly, he spanked his way over to leave the room. Cup only swallowed her sadness over sending her son away, but this was too much. As she reached the nearby bathroom, she quickly wiped and cleaned herself off. But there was a very, very impressive amount of cum along her nightgown, teats, and some nearly got on her pussy.

“He’s a growing colt.” Cup whispered to herself, but this was a little too much. “I…I’ll need to have a talk with him in the morning.” Sighing, she finished cleaning herself off as best as she could, and returned to bed; Carrot not waking for the rest of the night.

The following morning, Pound was in the middle of working on his wing exercises when he heard a knock at the door. Nearly jumping out of his coat, he nervously approached the door. Opening it, he saw his mum, and she was looking down at him with a small amount of disappointment. She needed to have this conversation with him, even if she didn’t like it. Pound didn’t say a word, just let his mum enter the room, letting her clothes the door behind her.

“Pound, I’d like to talk about what happened last night.” Cup commented, sighing as she sat on Pound’s bed. Patting with her hoof, she gestured towards him. “Come here.” Once he was on the bed, she continued. “You see, Pound. I know you’re a growing colt, and with that comes…urges, and other strange feelings.” Pound only whimpered, to which his mum hugged him closer to her. “But these feelings are normal. Every colt goes through this when they’re your age. Your father did, many of your friends did or will, and it means you’re growing up.”

“B-but…last night…” Pound whimpered, almost starting to tear up as he looked up to his mum. “I don’t know…what happened…what did…I do?”

“Well, you were a little…aggressive with your…peepee.” Cup commented, blushing a little as she could vaguely still feel the cock rubbing against her teats and pussy lips. “But you have to promise me that you’ll never do that again.”

“I-I promise.” Pound commented, leaning his head against Cup’s body. She was so soft, and smelled so good. “I won’t do it again.”

“Good, good. Now, why don’t you take today to yourself.” Cup comented, looking around her son’s room. “Your father and I can handle the shop today. So why don’t you take today off to enjoy yourself. Okay?”

“Okay, I will.” Pound nodded, sniffling as he wiped his eyes. “I’ll be a good boy.”

“You always are.” Cup leaned in, giving her son a tender kiss on the forehead. “Your mummy loves you.” Getting up, she left the room, but Pound’s eyes couldn’t look away from her lucious ass as it seemed to wobble and bounce with each step.

Now alone, Pound wasn’t exactly sure how to feel. He didn’t want to upset his mum, but the way her ass wobbled and bounced as she walked away. It was making his mouth water, and his cock was getting hard again. He felt a new urge, one that was a little different than before. By instinct, or some other strange feeling, Pound took one hoof, and started to slowly rub along the leaking tip of his cockhead. A tingle of pleasure ran through his body immediately, making him gasp and stop touching himself.

“B-bathroom…bathroom.” Pound panted, feeling the shivers running through his body. “I think…I need to pee…”

Rushing over to the bathroom, Pound barely noticed Pinkie doing some stretches in the hallway. But just as he turned the corner and got a good look at her, he nearly fell over. This pink mare had to be teasing him, there was no way she was just doing squats, and stretching that better showed off her big thighs and fat ass without realizing how it was making Pound stare. Turning to him, she giggled with a playful wink, which caused him to continue to the restroom.

Once inside, Pound was getting to the toilet, but he was standing over far longer than he needed to, to realize he didn’t have to go to the bathroom. The way his cock had been tingling when he touched it wasn’t a need to pee, but it was something else. Disappointed, he got down from the toilet, and made his way back to his room. Along the way, however, he saw something that made him pause. It was his mum, but she was leaving her room. From the looks of it, she changed her apron, and smiled to Pound as she walked by.

‘Mumma’s left her room…’ Pound thought, but as he did, he felt something in the air, a faint, and yet alluring smell. ‘Something…something smells good.’ As soon as Cup left his sight, he wandered his way towards her room. Peeking inside, he could see her discarded apron resting on the bed. ‘M-Mumma’s apron…’ Wandering further into the room, he could smell the scent as it was getting stronger and stronger. ‘Mumma’s apron…smells so good…’

Pound’s erection was starting to peak out more and more, and it was becoming too much for him to hold himself back. Awkwardly sneaking his way into the bedroom, he reached for the apron. The colt was panting as he was taking in more and more of his mum’s scent. It was so strong, like she had been wearing it for a while, or was working out harder and harder. So much so, that when Pound touched it, he instantly brought it up to his face.

Breathing in his mum’s scent, Pound’s other hoof was slipping to his cock. As soon as he touched his dick, he felt those tingles again. But this one was different, he wasn’t just feeling as this sensation was traveling through his dick, but it was more that he couldn’t stop himself. The mix of pleasure coming from both sniffing his mum’s apron, and the tingles along his dick, Pound was in a lustful daze.

“Mumma’s apron…oh mumma…mumma…” Pound moaned softly to himself, sniffing more and jerking off faster and faster. He was almost in a trance as he could feel himself getting more and more joy and pleasure from this feeling. “Mumma…mumma…mumma…”

Jerking off more and more, Pound switched up what he was doing, moving one part of the apron to wrap it around his cock, which only added to the pleasure, while the other half was pressed against his muzzle. He was huffing, moaning, and feeling himself getting closer and closer to an orgasm; though he didn’t know what to expect from it, as he’s never done this before. Faster and faster he was jerking himself off on this apron, huffing his hot breath on the apron while breathing in the sweet, adult scent of his mother. It was so good, lost in his daze, he was blind to everything around him.

“What in Celestia’s name are you doing?!” Cup nearly shouted, having returned to her room for a moment, only to catch her son jerking off to her apron. This nearly caused Pound to jump out of his skin as he stumbled back, laying against the bed. “Is that…is that my apron…and-” Her eyes saw her son’s cock, and she was at a loss for words.

Pound was certainly gifted, being pretty big for his age. Not big enough to match his father, but for a brief moment, Cup could almost imagine how big her son would be when he gets older. But he shook away these thoughts as soon as they were forced into her mind. For now, Pound was using her apron to masturbate with, moaning for her, and after what happened last night, she had to put her hoof down about this.

“Pound Cake, what are you doing to my apron?” Cup asked, looking down at her son with stern eyes. “Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“N-no…no mumma…I don’t…” Pound sniffled, looking up at his mum. His eyes were watering a little as he knew he was in trouble now. “My pee pee has been feeling weird, and it feels so good when I do this…but then your apron smelled so good too…” Wiping his eyes, he looked up to Cup with these adorable, sad eyes. “Mumma…what’s happening?”

Cup could only sigh, trying to figure out what she could do. Pound was growing up, and he was bound to learn about sex ed in school soon. But maybe he was just growing too fast and would need some more information? Shaking her head, she looked at her son. No matter what, this was still a problem to be looked over. Clearly, he was a curious colt, and this cock was going to stay hard until he was relieved.

“Alright, alright, I’m not mad. So please don’t cry.” Cup commented, walking over to sit in front of Pound. “I’m gonna help you out, but only this one time. And you can’t tell anypony about this, especially your father.”

“Y-yes…mumma…” Pound asked, looking as Cup reluctantly reached out and started to gently run her hoof along the length. “M-mumma…my…my…”

“Shh, shh, don’t speak.” Cup commented, placing her other hoof to Pound’s lips. “Just let mumma make you feel better.”

Rubbing her hoof more and more, Cup was jerking off her son, getting him to moan more and more. This wasn’t the first time she handled a dick like this, but never in her wildest dreams would she believe she would be doing this with Pound. She would occasionally look away from this dick, but doing so only caused her to look at her son’s face, who was blushing red with the growing pleasure. This was a major contradiction, as she didn’t want to feel good from this, it wouldn’t be right. But, her maternal instincts were to help her son feel better, and though she didn’t like this, this hoofjob was making Pound feel good.

“C-come on…Pound…” Cup commented, stuttering her words before clearing her throat to compose herself. “How are you feeling?”

“It feels good, mumma.” Pound commented, moaning and panting a little as his cock was twitching along and leaking precum on Cup’s hoof. “But my pee pee is tingling…what’s happening?”

“It’s called…it’s called an orgasm, or climaxing, or…cumming…” Cup responded, wanting to educate her son, but didn’t want to get too vulgar. “It’s when your pee pee feels really good, and afterwards settles down.” Jerking faster and faster, she was getting set to make her son cum. “So let mumma make you feel good so you can settle down.”

“M-mum…I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” Pound was moaning even more than before. His cock was throbbing and twitching more and more as he could feel the strange shivers running through his body. “M-mumma!” His cock twitched, firing off a small but still potent and thick load of cum across Cup’s chest, and leaving a mess on the floor. Even for his small size, it was a moderatly large and sloppy mess.

“Well, I hope you feel better.” Cup commented, grabbing the apron Pound was masturbating with, wiping her chest, though this only brought the scent of her son’s cock to her nostrils. “J-just don’t do this again.”

“I-I-I won’t…mumma.” Pound whimpered, still not sure how to think as he was basking in the afterglow. “I love you…mumma…”

“I love you too, sweetie.” Cup said, finding it hard to stay mad at him. But the way his cock was still a little hard, and looking at her hoof, she hesitated in considering licking her hoof, only to quickly wipe it on the apron. Clearly her throat, she looked down at him. “A-anyways. Just, head back to your room, and take a nap, that must’ve been a tiring experience.”

Pound nodded, slowly dragging himself down the halls, back to his room. His mum stayed at the doorway, watching him head back. Her mind was racing with what could only be described as a guilty pleasure. She didn’t like that she did that, but the look of pure pleasure on Pound’s face was so cute, so precious, and so adorable, that she could feel herself getting aroused. Shaking her head of such thoughts, she only hoped that this would be the end of her son’s antics. But for now, she would need to clean up this mess before returning to the kitchen.