Pound's New Feelings

Pound was busy in the kitchen, kneading dough with his hooves while his parents did their parts in pastry preparations. It had been a day since his small engagement with his mother. And since then, he was still feeling a little frustrated. His cock was still in its sheath, but it was nonetheless feeling a strange sensation as he couldn’t even look at Cup without thinking back to her hoof rubbing along his dick. The way it felt, it was so good, and the tingles still hadn’t fully left his body.

As well as this, Pound couldn’t help but daydream as thoughts of his mum’s fat ass entered his mind. So big, so round, so soft looking. And the way her apron smelled, it was making it harder and harder for Pound to resist letting his mind want. How Cup would be bent over, and the way that flank would be in front of him. Licking his lips, he could only imagine what it would taste like. But even more, like a flicker in his memories, he could see something between those heavenly ass cheeks. Cup’s delicate looking pussy.

How would such a beautiful thing taste? The thoughts were making his penis slowly slip its way out of his sheath, but Pound didn’t seem to notice as his mind wandered more and more. He knew now you could pleasure his pee pee with a hoof, whether it was his, or maybe his mum’s. But what about anywhere else on her body? Would her mouth feel good? Or maybe between her soft, meaty thighs, or even between her massive ass crack? Or even, in that moist looking slit between?

More and more questions continued to fill the colt’s mind, so much so, he especially failed to realize that he was subconsciously humping in and out of the dough. His cock was rubbing between the soft mound of dough, which only added to the fantasy. His dick would go into this moist pussy, and would it be soaking wet? Tight? Deep? Would she make noises too? More and more he thought, and more and more he was humping into this dough. But then the last question came. What would happen when he would cum? Inside that wet hole? Or would he pull out, coating her fat ass with his spunk?

The more Pound thought, the more his body was unknowingly fucking in and out of this growing dough. How soft it felt, it was like the fantasy of his mum’s ass and pussy. Her rear hole was spread open by his dick. It was too much for him, and it wasn’t long before the tingling was building up again. But unlike before, he wasn’t holding himself back. The pleasure was far too much for him to hold back. The way it was going, he was about to cum.

“Mumma…mumma…mumma…” Pound moaned softly to himself, thankfully no one heard him. “Mumma…mumma…ahhh!”

Thrusting into the dough, Pound cake. His cock bottomed out in the softness, letting out his smaller bursts of orgasmic bliss. His stallion spunk, filled up this pastry dough, leaving a gooey, creamy center. To anyone walking in, Pound was making a massive eclair. And it was only after his erection had fully died down that he realized what he did. His eyes went wide as he was trying to figure out what to do. But it was when he heard the sound of hooves coming towards the archway that really made him panic.

“Hey Pound!” Pumpkin greeted, trotting her way to the kitchen. Bouncing her way in, the filly was looking around the kitchen. “Whatcha making?”

“Um…I’m…making…” Pound commented, stuttering a little. “I’m making some pastries.”

“Pastries?” Pumpkin asked, reaching up to wipe a bit of her brother’s cum that had gotten on his face. “Looks like you got the cream on too early.” Licking it, she made a pleasurable hum. “Well, whatever it is, it’s got an interesting flavor.”

“T-thanks…” Pound nervously replied, not wanting to say anything about the cum his sister just licked. “S-s-s-so what are you up to today?”

“I…I guess I’m helping mum and dad.” Pound responded, trying not to think about the dough at the moment. “What about you? Weren’t you hanging with your friends?”

“I was yeah, but Pinkie needs me with something. So I’ll be with her for the rest of the day.” Pumpkin answered, poking at the dough to get a little more of this “frosting” to give it another taste. “So you have fun with mum and dad, I’ll be with Pinkie.”

“Alright, well you have fun.” Pound commented, trying not to think of Pinkie’s own round ass as he let Pumpkin skip away. Sighing, he looked over at the dough. “Nothing can be done about it. But Pumpkin didn’t seem to notice, so I guess it’ll be fine.”

Cleaning himself up, Pound continued to make his way around the kitchen. His father was busy with putting together the orders, so he walked over to the counter, with his mum. Cup was busy taking orders from the gathering ponies. She seemed too focused on the customers to notice him walking behind her. And given his own smaller size compared to his mum’s fat, sexy, juicy ass, nopony saw him.

As he drew closer, he could smell how sweet her pussy was. Was this some arousal, or was she always this sweet smelling. It was alluring, like honey, Pound was drawn in, letting his wings flutter a little as he did so. Cup was completely distracted, taking orders, bits, and then sending the orders to the kitchen. But just as the last customer was satisfied, Pound’s face planted itself between Cup’s cheeks.

“Ahh?!” Cup gasped, feeling the hot breath of Pound’s mouth against her moist entrance. Looking over, she couldn’t fully see him, but she could faintly hear the whispers. Not wanting to alarm anyone, she whispered to her son. “P-Pound…what are you doing?”

Pound didn’t respond with words, instead, he continued to eat out Cup’s pussy, delving his tongue deeper and deeper in her soft, wet hole. The older mare was shivering, feeling as her son’s tongue was becoming more and more ferocious in how he was tonguefucking her wet hole. It was one thing that Pound was going after her pussy like this, but to do so, so publically. There were customers here, and at any moment, any of them could see the flushed look on her face, or even hear the faint sound of Pound’s tongue going in and out of this pussy. The mare was in a terrible position. She could call out her son, but that might draw attention to her, causing others to see him. She could slowly back up, but that might have Carrot seeing them. So all she could do was hope Pound’s little oral fun was short.

Pound couldn’t believe what he was doing. The colt’s mind was in an absolute blank, and it was clear that he had some degree of a natural talent at eating out a mare. His muzzle was small enough to wedge itself in her fat, round ass, burying himself in her rear folds. But that tongue was slipping in and out of her moist hole, wiggling about all her sweet and sensitive spots. As well as this, her body was in a conflict. It had been so long since she had her pussy tasted like this, Carrot having stopped after the twins were born, so while Cup was not fully into this, her body was enjoying it.

“P-P-Pound…you need to stop…you need to-” Cup tried to whisper to her son, but the movement of a pony approaching the front counter brought her attention away from the colt. But it didn’t stop the growing pleasure. “Y-yes…yes. How can I help you?”

The pony in front, a pegasus mare who was a regular here, was looking over the menu; seemingly unaware of what was happening only a couple feet away from her. Thankfully, this mare was more interested with what was on the menu than what was happening in front of her. Cup was struggling to keep her face composed. Her body was feeling an ever growing series of pleasurable tingles. Pound was relentless, now switching between tonguefucking not only her delicate and wet pussy, but was also teasing along her plump rear pucker.

Cup felt a jolt of pleasure surge through her body, the feeling of this smaller tongue in her ass was almost too much. It had been even longer since her ass was played with, and it was a small weak spot for her. Her body got off very easily when her tailhole was teased, and she had to draw on all the willpower and strength in her being to hold herself back from letting out a single moan. Pound, whether this was intentional or instinct, was getting his mum off, in front of all these ponies; and none of them seemed to notice.

Pound’s mind was in a daze, as if his body was moving on its own. His mouth couldn’t let go of his mum’s ass and pussy. The taste of both holes was better than any cake he had ever eaten. Her pussy was moist, rich, and creamy in texture and flavor. While her ass was tight, and yet alluring and inviting for his tongue and mouth to explore. All the while, his cock was growing in size, reaching a point of near painful arousal.

Cup was starting to lose it, the feeling of Pound’s tongue switching between her pussy and ass, it was sending shivers of pleasure through her body. The way it felt, whether she liked it or not, was going to cum. Pound only continued to keep tonguefucking his mum’s holes, even as she was trying to take orders from a customer. The way it was, she was struggling to hold back the feelings of pleasure. Swallowing hard, she tried to keep herself from moaning, even as she took the order.

By some grace, or mercy, when she did climax, the customer had finished taking her order. But for Pound, it was intense. Cup’s pussy sprayed her sweet nectar all over the colt’s face, soaking him as he lapped up the sweet tasting liquid. He was moaning in his mum’s ass, smothering his muzzle in her sweet folds. It felt so good, and his cock was throbbing like crazy. Though it hadn’t cum just yet, it was closer, very, very close.

As the customers seemed to slow down, and as the last of them left the shop, Cup let out a massive sigh of relief. Stepping forward, she turned around to look at Pound. His face was absolutely soaking wet, and had a look of joy, which quickly turned to fear and regret as he saw the disappointed look on his mother’s face. He whimpered, trying to get lower and smaller, but his cock was getting in the way as he was still immensely aroused.

“Pound Cake…what did I tell you?” Cup asked, glaring down quite angrily at her son. “Childish antics, unwanted behavior in your sleep, these are one thing. But assaulting your mother?! What were you thinking?”

“I’m sorry mumma…I don’t know what came over me…” Pound sniffled, looking up to his mother. Tears were forming in his eyes as he wasn’t sure what was going on. His mind was filled with the visions of Cup’s ass in his face, while his tongue could still taste her sweet nectar. “What’s happening to me? Why can’t I stop?”

“Pound…” Cup tried to stay angry, and for the most part, she still was. But her motherly heart couldn’t stand seeing her son crying like that. Her heart ached as she reached over her apron, wiping Pound’s face. “Come now, come now, please don’t cry. Look, I’m not mad. I’m just…I’m just surprised, okay?”

“R-really…you’re not mad?” Pound sniffled, letting Cup finish cleaning up his face. “I’m sorry mummy…I’m sorry I did that…”

“It’s okay, Pound. Okay? Now please, stop crying.” Cup asked, looking over to her ass. Though she couldn’t see the whole thing, she could feel how wet she still was. “That’s a bit of a mess.” Sighing, she looked over to Pound. “Alright, now I need to get myself cleaned up. What I need you to do is mind the customers until I-”

The door burst open, and in one of the mares in town, Bon Bon, and her partner, Lyra. In a small panic, Cup dropped down, not wanting anyone to see her like this. This unfortunately put her somewhat under the counter, and with nowhere else to go, had no choice but to settle. Pound, not wanting to disappoint his mum, moved forward to take the order, but this also brought his still raging hard cock to Cup’s face. Not yet close enough to be in her mouth, but enough where she could almost kiss it.

Not only was this cock too close, she could nearly taste it, but there was a smell to it. Pound’s previous arousal had let small beads of precum leak out of him, giving his dick a sweet, yet potent scent. Being this close to it was awakening something in Cup’s body. She hadn’t had a cock this close to her face in a very, very long time. Swallowing nervously, she realized that Pound’s erection wasn’t going to go down easily. With some reluctance, she reached out with the limited space she had, and started to slowly stroke it with her hoof.

“Hello there.” Pound greeted the mares, maintaining a calm expression. That was until he felt his mum’s hoof on his cock. He gasped, shivered and let out a low moan before covering his mouth. “S-sorry about that…how can…how can I h-h-help you?”

“Are you doing okay?” Bon Bon asked, looking at the colt. Pound panted a little more, trying to calm himself down. “Is this your first time taking an order? There’s no need to be nervous.”

Bon Bon and Lyra had completely misunderstood what was going on, the way they were speaking the colt only seemed to add to the tingling that was running through his cock and balls. Swallowing nervously, he continued to take their order. Both mares couldn’t help but show support to the brave colt who was so nervously taking their order; the two of them were blissfully unaware of what was happening. How beneath this counter, so close to them, Cup was jerking off her son.

Moving her hoof at a steady pace, Cup was trying to get her son to cum, to settle down his raging boner. But it was starting to become apparent that a hoofjob wasn’t going to be enough. Pound was a growing colt, and he was going to need more and more to get him to come down from this feeling. Still, she continued to stroke along her son’s length, trying in vain to get him to cum. But it wasn’t enough, she could feel it as her body was slowly getting warmer as well.

‘No, no, no, I can’t. I just can’t!’ Cup thought to herself, seeing the only option she had to do. Looking at this leaking cock, she knew that if a hoofjob wasn’t working, maybe a blowjob would? Shaking her head, she was in a mental flurry of emotion. ‘This is going way too far! He’s my son, and I’m his mother. I can’t do this to him!’

Stroking faster and faster, she was hoping to get the colt to cum, but it wasn’t working. But she couldn’t actually be considering licking her son’s dick, let alone sucking him off? No, no, that was too much, her body could feel a growing, wet warmth where she was so burtally tonguefucked, but she did her best to ignore these feelings. She didn’t want to, she didn’t want to do it, but the smell, it was so sweet, and the moans Pound was making were so adorable and innocent.

Eventually, Cup had to accept that Pound’s cock wasn’t going to go down from her hoofjob. With great reluctance, she adjusted the angle of the dick, opened her mouth, and took it in her moist, wet hole. The colt gasped, panting as he immediately came into his mother’s mouth. Cup swallowed down the amount of cum that was being pumped into her mouth. It was so thick, potent, and strong tasting. She could feel as her pussy was dripping wet from this flavor, even as her mind continued to reject this sensation. She didn’t want to enjoy this, even as her body was feeling more pleasure.

‘Okay, that should be enough to-’ Cup thought, pulling Pound’s cock from her mouth, only to see it was still hard; even throbbing harder than before. ‘Oh, for Celestia’s sake. Settle down!’

“Are you okay, Pound?” Bon Bon asked, looking concerned for the colt as he was panting and shivering. Clearly holding a look of pleasure on his face as he continued to put in their order. “I know you’re nervous, but take your time, we can wait.”

“Well, he is a growing colt.” Lyra chimed in, giggling as she could help but pose herself a little in an alluring fashion. “Maybe he’d old enough to notice mares, and we’re just too much for him?”

“Lyra! Don’t embarrass him.” Bon Bon sighed, seeing the look on Pound’s face. The colt was shivering, feeling the tingles and sensations run throughout his body. “Don’t mind her, keep taking your time.”

As Pound continued to struggle to take the mares’ orders, Cup was slowly and carefully sucking off this colt’s cock. It wasn’t the biggest, but was certainly impressive for his age. She could feel it twitching against her tongue, as she slipped and slid her tongue and lips over its length. She savored the girth, not stopping as she bobbed her head slowly up and down. Pound only continued to pant and moan, but did his best.

Cup’s body was in an utter betrayal of her mind. Her pussy was leaking out more and more of her sweet nectar, and even the fear of this alone revealing her was the last thing on her mind. But it wasn’t like she was doing this out of her own feelings and arousal. No, no, no, never! Her pussy was wet because Pound had previously tonguefucked it to the point of orgasm. There was no way she would’ve been doing this of her own free will. Pound’s cock just wouldn’t go down with a hoofjob, and if he was to do his work today, he’d need a clear mind.

These were among the numerous thoughts running through her mind as she sucked off this cock. It also wasn’t like Cup was inexperienced with oral sex. She used to love doing it, spending hours sucking off Carrot before, during, and after the twins were born. But as Pound and Pumpkin grew up, her husband was becoming more and more distant, focusing almost entirely on the business. While this had helped with the bakery making more and more money, to help support the growing family, it left Cup sometimes feeling untouched.

For years, she was able to stave off these feelings, only to now have all of this slowly begin to unravel as she continued to suck off Pound’s cock. The colt was panting, shivering as he could feel the way his mum’s mouth enveloped his length, how the warm, wet tongue was rubbing along it, making him feel as if he could cum again at any time. The way she was going at it, Pound was gonna let out another heavy spurt of his thick cum.

The pleasure was almost impossible to explain, the way he felt the intense tingling running throughout his body, mixed in with the feeling of pleasure and almost mind numbing sensations. He couldn’t fully understand what was happening, but this feeling was so much better than when Cup had stroked him off before. And with how she was trying to muffle the quiet, wet sounds of her blowjob, it was so much for him to take in. Despite this, he continued to take the order.

‘Mumma’s…licking…my…’ Pound thought, his mind being constantly interrupted by the pleasure. ‘I need to…keep going…make Mumma…proud…’

Pound continued to take the order, with Bon Bon and Lyra patiently waiting, showing their support for the hard working colt as he continued to take their order. Cup continued to suck off her son, even reaching out with her hoof to gently fondle at his balls. The colt was getting closer and closer. He was going to cum. Cup could feel it as Pound’s cock was swelling a little bigger, and his balls were tightening against his body.

‘Oh thank Celestia!’ Cup thought, feeling as she was feeling her mouth start to get a little sore. ‘Come on Pound, just cum for me. Get it out, so this can be over.’

Pound panted hotter and hotter, shivering as his eyes were rolling back as his cock finally released his load. Cum gushed from his cockhead, filling Cup’s mouth as she drank down as much as she could. Even for a colt like himself, Pound had a very impressive load as it was firing off in his mum’s mouth. Cup’s tongue tingled as her throat tightened a little as she gulped down as much as she could. It wasn’t too much, but certainly was more than she expected.

Even after drinking down the cum, Cup continued to suck off Pound’s cock, not wanting to let a single drop escape, as well as to keep him from getting hard again. This did work to finally settle down the colt’s dick. But it also made him let out another small bit of cum, and then finally start to go limp. But to Bon Bon and Lyra, Pound partially collapsed on the counter, panting, and drooling somewhat as his tongue dangled from his mouth.

“I think we broke him.” Lyra commented, looking as Pound halfway collapsed on the counter. “Hey, hey Pound? Yoohoo, are you okay?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine! So totally fine!” Pound snapped back to attention, seemingly running off a mix of clarity and panic. “I have your orders here, and I’ll be right back!” Before another word could be said, he rushed off.

“Huh, guess he got his nerves back.” Bon Bon commented aloud, shrugging her shoulders. “Well, I’m glad he’s growing up. I remember when he was a little foal.”

“Oh yeah, Mr and Mrs Cake looked so tired from all the crying.” Lyra giggled, thinking back on when the twins were younger. “Thank Celestia that Pinkie was here to help.”

“Speaking of Mrs Cake, I hope she’s okay.” Bon Bon commented, looking over towards the kitchen. “Usually she’s the one to take the orders. So I hope she’s not sick.”

“Nah, she’s probably fine.” Lyra commented, looking over towards the kitchen. The two mares were so close to the mare in question, her mouth full of cum; and yet they were unaware. “Pound’s growing up, so maybe she’s letting him try taking orders?”

As the two of them continued their conversation, and Pound was busy preparing their order, Cup was still under the counter. Hooves covering her mouth to muffle any breathing or panting that remained. The taste of Pound’s thick cum was still fresh on her tongue. It was so strong tasting, and yet sweet and creamy. The flavor was amazing, but Cup didn’t want to admit this. She couldn’t do it. If she did, she would be acknowledging that she got turned on by sucking off her son’s cock.

‘Oh, sweet Celestia…what am I thinking?!’ Cup thought, her mind was in a flurry of emotions. Regrets and passions were swirling in her head, her body was shivering as she swallowed down the last globs of Pound’s cum, and her mind was struggling to hold back admitting how good it felt. ‘I can’t be thinking this…I can’t…but…” She shook her head, trying to shake these thoughts away, but sooner or later, she knew she was going to have to confront these new growing feelings.