S-Tier

With one forehoof held to her mouth, Cream Heart rubbed her aching marehood. There was a load of laundry that needed to be washed, she had to finish making dinner, and she hadn’t vacuumed in over a week, but those things could wait until she’d gotten a bit of relief. As the sound of grunting and movement in the next room grew louder and louder, her forehoof graced her winking clit.

“R…right there, you little stud,” Chrysalis moaned.

Moments later, Button’s voice rang out. “Oh buck!”

The word evoked a curious cocktail of emotions within Cream, though one stood out amongst the rest - lust. She knew it was wrong to listen in on her son rutting his marefriend, and it was even worse that she was getting off to the sound of the pair making wild, passionate love, but she kept going regardless. Biting her forehoof to stifle herself, she closed her eyes and succumbed to her urges.

She honestly couldn’t say how many ponies in Ponyville had noticed how heavily endowed her son was, but she was painfully aware of the beast that lurked between his cute little thighs. His classmates, teachers, and their neighbors likely never paid his naughty bits any mind - if they did, none of them had ever mentioned it. While it was wrong for anypony to look at such a young stallion in a sexual light, her protracted abstinence and constantly being in his presence had taken a toll on him - a toll that had reached a tipping point with their guest.

A loud thump, likely his bed slamming against the wall, tore her from her thoughts moments before a rapturous howl cut through the air. She hastened her pace, furiously kneading her slavering marehood, and pressed her ear to the gypsum dividing her bedroom from Button’s. Hearing every sinful noise her son and his lover made, she bucked into her forehoof

On and on the pair went, growing more impassioned by the second, until they reached a crescendo. Chrysalis’ scream of ecstasy clashed with Button’s mewls of delight, landing a fatal blow to Cream. Tensing from head to hoof, the eavesdropping mother gasped and quietly whimpered as she gushed climactic nectar onto her bedspread.

Cream panted and heaved air into her chest, going limp and laying in the rapidly cooling puddle on her blankets. The pleasure of her release was a double edged sword; on one hoof, the gratification she felt would allow her to focus on her household duties - on the other, the shame of masturbating while listening to her son getting laid weighed heavily upon her. Lifting and peering at her slickened, glistening forehoof, she sighed.

A month - she’d been putting up with her guest for an entire month, and she honestly didn’t see things getting any easier for herself in the near future. It was shocking enough to discover that Chrysalis had somehow been freed from her imprisonment, but that was one of the more believable things that had happened over the last few weeks. Not only had Twilight Sparkle allowed the villainous shapeshifter to go unpunished, but she supported the ne’er-do-well’s newfound and arguably underage love interest. Left with little say in the matter, happy for her son but less than pleased with having a tall, sensual, sex-crazed love-bug living under her roof, Cream was left to deal with the peculiar arrangement as best she could.

Slipping from her bed, she gathered the dampened sheets into a bundle and threw it over her shoulder. She realized she didn’t have much to truly worry about, being fully aware that an alicorn and the Elements of Harmony all lived a mere stone’s throw away from her home, although that gave her little comfort. Until Button and Cream moved out, which wouldn’t be for at least another five or six years at best, she’d likely be getting woken up by her colt rutting his oversized, mismatched mate.

She froze as she opened her door and spotted Chrysalis drunkenly trotting past and down the hallway. Despite having only been with Button for a relatively short period of time, the changeling had changed considerably from the svelte creature everypony had come to know and fear. As she peered down at the Matriarch’s distended belly and full, leaking bosoms, a frown split her muzzle.

“They are getting a bit big ~ aren’t they?” Chrysalis mused.

Staring over at the former Queen’s face, Cream scrunched her snout. “Pardon?”

“My breasts,” Chrysalis clarified. “We changelings don’t breastfeed, but your son seems to have quite an interest in busty mares,” she tittered, peering past her face and to her undercarriage. “I can only imagine why he has such a fixation with big, bountiful -”

Barging past her, Cream scowled. “Excuse me, I have laundry to do.”

“Drenched another set of linens ~ eh?” Chrysalis snickered, bringing her to a screeching halt. “You know, seeing how you just so happen to have such accidents during or shortly after your son and I share intimate moments, why don’t you -”

“Don’t,” Cream growled and wheeled around to face the creature. “Just don’t…”

With a wolfish smile on her face, Chrysalis stood unmoved. “Don’t what? Cream Heart, my impending mother-in-law, I would never do anything to offend you or my sweet, precious little stud! If anything, I am in your debt for siring such a perfect and insatiable stallion!”

Cream turned away and marched off toward the laundry room. “Well I’m happy for you.”

Either Chrysalis didn’t catch the hint or had and was insistent on continuing to wax poetic about Button, because she trotted along after her. “Seriously though, I consider myself fortunate - no, blessed to have found him. His virility and kind heart clashes wondrously with his ferocity in bed.”

“Uh-huh,” Cream grunted, trotting faster.

“The best part is that he simply can’t keep his adorable little hooves off me,” Chrysalis purred. “Once I’ve delivered this clutch, I have no doubt that it won’t be long until he knocks me up again - in fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m gravid more often than not.”

Stopping in front of the washer, Cream stuffed the sullied blanket into the laundry machine. She didn’t care for Chrysalis, but she could sympathize with her on maternal matters. While she’d only ever had one foal herself, she’d loved every moment of being a mother. From the way she’d put on a few extra pounds to how she’d watched her belly and breasts gradually fill out, there’d been something profoundly arousing about every moment of her pregnancy.

“Exciting ~ isn’t it?” Chrysalis breathed in her ear.

She flinched, surprised by the impudence of her guest. “I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The circumstances of her life were, in a word, complicated. As much as she would have liked to tell Chrysalis off, giving the shapeshifter a piece of her mind, to do so would jeopardize her relationship with her son. Button positively adored the evildoer, having gone so far as to put a poster of her above his bed, so she had to tread lightly. One hot-headed slip up could potentially push him away and into the all too eager hooves of his lover - as such, she had to bite her tongue and behave.

Shying away, Chrysalis looked her over. “Oh I think you do - actually, I know you do. Tell me ~ are you aware that we changelings can sense emotions?”

Cream shook her head as she started the load of laundry. “No, but I guess that makes sense - you know, considering you’re parasites.”

“Predators,” Chrysalis coolly corrected, “but I digress. Without going into too much detail, emotions to us are akin to a sense of smell. If somepony is - oh, I don’t know, angry, sad, or excited, we can tell quite easily.”

With the washing machine humming, she turned and trotted past her unwanted visitor. “Must be nice.”

“It’s quite useful, actually,” Chrysalis continued, trailing behind her. “I bring it up because - well, there’s no easy way to put this, but I couldn’t help but notice…”

“N…notice what?” Cream stammered, refusing to look back.

“I couldn’t help but notice how passionate you are about your beloved son,” Chrysalis whispered.

Cream faltered, nearly stumbling over herself as a cold pit formed in her stomach. She was aware that changelings fed on love, glutting themselves on carnal energy to sustain themselves, but she hadn’t the slightest idea that the creatures could read the feelings of others. Only stopping when she’d entered the kitchen, she turned and leered at her visitor.

Flashing her fangs, Chrysalis dismissively batted a hoof. “Come now, there’s no need for such animosity. You have a sexual interest in your son, Button fantasizes about you regularly, and -”

“What?!” Cream blurted and instantly covered her muzzle.

Chrysalis’ eyes widened then promptly narrowed as a grin formed on her snout. “You didn’t know? Oh me oh my - what a lascivious little family you have…”

“Y…y…you’re lying,” Cream weakly protested, thrusting a hoof in the changeling’s direction, “t…there’s no way he thinks about me l…like that!”

“Oh really?” Chrysalis countered. “Then I suppose it must be a coincidence that he enjoys large breasts and calls me Mommy while he’s rutting me. I thought it was odd at first, a slip of the tongue at the time, but his passion soars when I indulge his little fetish.”

With her jaw flapping uselessly, Cream found herself at a loss for words. She’d understood Chrysalis, hearing the statement clearly, but it didn’t make any sense whatsoever. If her son, her precious little Button Mash, harbored any carnal thoughts of her, she would have known about it ~ right. As she turned her gaze to the floor and grimaced, her frazzled mind went to work.

It wasn’t all that uncommon for her to find Button with morning wood, but that was normal for a colt his age, and he’d occasionally walk in on her while she was showering, although that was purely accidental. Idly walking past Chrysalis and into her den, she thoughtfully rubbed her chin. While there were a few things that had to be coincidences, like when he let their hugs linger or the instances when she thought she caught his gaze lingering on her rear, that didn’t necessarily mean he was attracted to her - for goodness’ sake, she was his mom!

She peeked back at herself and inspected her figure. Unlike a great many mothers in Ponyville, she’d aged exceptionally well. What little extra weight she bore was centered around her hips, tush, and udder-like teats, with her waist being relatively slim and her face being surprisingly youthful. Recalling something she’d overheard Button say several months prior, long before he’d found and brought his dubious marefriend home, she turned and peered over at Chrysalis.

“What’s a - what did he call it again…” she mumbled, trying to remember the word. “Do you know what a MILF is?”

Chrysalis blinked, stared deadpan over at her, and then burst into a fit of laughter. “I…I can’t -” she wheezed, clutching her chest and virtually doubling over.

Less pleased than ever, Cream stamped a hoof. “What? What’s so funny?”

“It’s…it’s just…” Chrysalis guffawed, trying and failing to contain her mirth.

Cream grew increasingly impatient, tapped her hoof, and waited for a reply. Though she couldn’t fathom what it was, she’d apparently said something that struck a chord with the mare. She’d always presumed that the MILF thing was a slight, perhaps a word foals Button’s age used to throw shade at their elders, and Chrysalis’ reaction affirmed her suspicions.

“That does it,” she grunted, shifting her weight and moving to the stairs. “I’m going to go up there and -”

“W…wait,” Chrysalis rasped, wiping a tear from her eye. “I’m not sure what you think a MILF is, but I’m willing to bet you’re wrong. Before you go storming upstairs to hurl accusations, allow me to answer you. MILF is an acronym; it means mother I’d like to f…fondle.”

Askance, Cream stumbled back. “You’re joking!”

“As much as I’d like to say I was, I’m not,” Chrysalis sighed, finally composing herself. “What I wouldn’t give to be the only mare he lusts after…”

“I…I…” she sputtered. “I’m going to clear this up right now!”

Chrysalis bowed and waved to the stairs. “By all means, be my guest. He’s a bit tuckered out right now, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind seeing his precious mommy…”

Ignoring the comment, Cream marched to and up the stairs. It was high time she had a talk with Button, not for the least of which reasons being to politely inquire about the real meaning of what a MILF was. Though she’d chatted with him about Chrysalis, double and even triple checking that he really, truly wanted to take her as a marefriend, she figured it couldn’t hurt to ask him to at least try to keep it down when he was having alone time with his lover.

She lifted a hoof to knock on his door, but slowed when she noticed his room was actually open. He was probably recovering from earlier while playing one of his games, giving no thought to how difficult it was to clean dried jizz out of fabric or his fur, but that wasn’t enough to stop her - not now in any case. Slipping inside and reflexively looking to where he kept his toys, she found the spot empty and glanced over to his bed.

Chrysalis had mentioned that he was tuckered out, although that seemed to have been an understatement. Laying on his back with his head resting on the pillows beneath the headboard of his bed, he softly snoozed. She’d found him sleeping more times than she could possibly count, having spent the entirety of his life living with him, yet the sight of his glistening, semi-rigid stallionhood gave her a moment for pause.

His endowment was a behemoth, the sort of thing that would evoke excitement or dread in a mare, and she couldn’t help but stare at it in open awe. It was galling to think that a villain had despoiled him. It should have been a nice mare who ultimately ended up making a stallion out of him, a mare who genuinely cared for and grew to love him over the course of years. Instinctively backing away, stricken by the motherly compulsion to let him rest, she hesitated when she was struck by a compulsion.

Button had always been a sound sleeper, having dozed through a number of hectic incidents and confrontations in Ponyville, and she wouldn’t be shocked in the slightest if Chrysalis hadn’t played with him while he was slumbering. With the scent of sex filling her sinuses with every breath, and the unfettered view of his picturesque package before her, she sensed a familiar tingle in her loins. As his mother, it was only proper that she wake him up and tell him not to sleep in such an unseemly state - at least that’s what she told herself while she crept into his chamber and nudged the door closed behind herself.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen Button’s equipment before - heck, it was almost a daily occurrence, but this was different. He’d just gotten laid, the position he rested in was obscene, and Chrysalis’ juices cooled on his dick. Creeping closer to him and up to the end of the bed, she placed a forehoof on the mattress and realized she had a decision to make.

Any reasonable mother would have woken him up and told him to take a shower or simply thrown a blanket over him and left him be - unfortunately for her, her subconscious desires made it hard for her to look at him as anything other than the stud he was. While she hadn’t watched him going to town on Chrysalis, barring when she’d accidentally trotted in on him on one occasion, that didn’t mean she was ignorant to how capable of. While she hadn’t done the exact math, she felt comfortable saying he made his lover climax no fewer than three times every time they did the deed.

As she stepped onto the bed and leaned closer to him, the smell of his musk grew stronger. It was clear he hadn’t showered that morning, but the aroma of Chrysalis’ marehood radiating from him filled her with a mixture of contempt. If there was anypony in the house who should have seen to stallionly needs, it should have been her and not some wicked harlot who’s nearly conquered Equestria!

She licked her lips while she crawled up to him and between his outstretched hind legs, only vaguely aware of what she was doing. He deserved a good mare, a mare who would take care of him and raise his foals properly, and there was only one such mare she could think of. With her shout only an inch or so from his massive coin purse, she looked up his shaft and drew a forehoof down her belly, past her breasts, and to her sopping wet nethers.

Her libido, tainted by her perverse devotion to him, was her undoing. Leaning in, she dragged her tongue up his balls and to the girthy root of his tool. Flavors of sweat, marish nectar, and cum bathed her palate and undid what little rationality she had left. He may have been young and the fruit of her loins, but he was still a darn fine stallion.

Inching forward, she licked the cocktail of his and Chrysalis’ essence off the underside of his shaft. Even partially soft, his length was downright absurd. Button’s father had been pretty large in the stallionhood department, being bigger than most, but his cock made his dad’s look small in comparison. She reached the tip of his dick and pushed herself up ever so slightly to peer down at him.

She hadn’t intended to go into his room to give him a blowjob, merely wishing to check in on him, but she couldn’t help herself. Now that she’d given herself a taste, she had to commit - that and the thrill of doing something so naughty had grown too powerful to ignore. Balancing on three legs, she slipped a forehoof under his shaft, lifted it up to her face, and opened her maw.

There’d been points in her past when she couldn’t control herself, times when her instincts took hold and guided her actions, and this was one of those points. Guiding his stallionhood into her snout, she nursed on his cock and softly moaned. The sensation of his velvety flesh on her tongue, his studly bouquet, the way his cock was fat enough to stretch her lips and strain her jaw - they were all perfect and bolstered her lecherous resolve.

Bobbing her head and using her lips to mop his shaft, she serviced him as best she could. She may not have been the most experienced mare with bedroom affairs, only having bedded a hoofful of stallions in her day, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Though Chrysalis may have more amorous experience than her, likely having spread her legs for dozens of creatures, her love for Button would see her through - she just knew it.

Slowly and steadily, despite Button being fast asleep, his stallionhood swelled and hardened in her muzzle. The sexual side of her, the part she’d neglected for far, far too long, rallied as his pre-cum coated her tongue. She was only able to manage on a few inches of his shaft, a fraction of what he had to offer, yet that was enough to get him worked up.

Driving her head downward, she gagged when his cock-head bumped against the back of her throat. Even a seasoned whore would have a hard time fellating something so gargantuan, but she was undeterred. If Chrysalis was willing and able to please her special little stallion - by Celestia, so was she. As she filled her lungs and continued her downward plunge, cutting herself off from air, her eyes began to water.

She gave herself as much time as her passion would allow. It had been years since she’d had her lips around a stallionhood - even then, it wasn’t anything like Button’s dick. Giving herself the occasional breath, she gradually fell into a steady rhythm. She worked lover with every descent, languidly making her way closer and closer to his medial ring, while she halfheartedly massaged her aching sex.

Deadset on throating all of him, even if it left her feeling a little hoarse later that evening, she went rigid when she felt him shift. Things were going to get very awkward if he turned in his sleep, given the precarious circumstances, so she began to withdraw. It wasn’t until she peeked up at him that the reality of what she was doing crashed down upon her.

“M…mom?” he wearily murmured, wiping his eyes and peering down at her.

Spontaneously giving her son a blowjob would have been deplorable by any measure, but doing so while he’d been dozing was far, far worse. Practically throwing herself back and freeing her airway, she whipped around and scrambled off the bed. If she was lucky, she might - might be able to convince him that he’d dreamt the entire thing. As she leapt from the bed and made for the exit, a tall, dark figure stepped in from the hallway.

“Going somewhere?” Chrysalis cooed, barring the exit.

On the verge of panic, Cream looked back and watched Button sit up and look at her. His expression was impossible to read, but it was obvious that he was confused. Unsure of what to say or do, doing everything she could do to come up with a reasonable explanation for what was going on, she swallowed hard and turned to face him.

“W…well, honey, I was - uh…” she stuttered.

Trotting up to her side, Chrysalis patted her shoulder. “Button, your mother wanted to know if you’re attracted to her…”

“N…no I - Mmmph?!” Cream was cut off when a dark, porous hoof was pressed to her muzzle.

Chrysalis sent power into her horn, keeping her muzzled and lifting her from the floor. What was she going to do? What could she do?! Without magic or wings, she was powerless to try and escape - worse still, as she was spun in place, her winking, leaking marehood was left fully exposed. Her flagged tail, stubbornly refusing to obey her wishes, betrayed her and let Button see the truth for what it was.

“Just look how eager she is,” Chrysalis tittered, trotting over and pressing her cheek to Cream’s tush.

“Button, I…” the words died in Cream’s throat as she peered over her shoulder at him.

Having gotten to his hooves and moved to the foot of the bed, closer to where she hovered, he stared longingly at her rump. It would have been embarrassing to have him looking at her in such a lascivious way, were it not for one thing - how enthralled he was by the sight of her. Flexing his groin and smacking his stallionhood against his belly, he almost reluctantly tore his focus off her backside and locked eyes with her.

The understanding that dawned on her was beyond description. He wanted her, the look in his eyes and his stallionhood drooled pre-cum were testaments to that, and knowing that crushed her apprehension and embarrassment. Peering back at him, she cleared her throat and finally found her voice.

“You…you think I’m h…hot?” she warily asked.

He nodded and hopped down from his bed. “I…yeah…”

“Such a touching moment,” Chrysalis hummed, holding a hoof to her chest. “If only you two had known what you wanted from one another sooner…”

Cream went to speak but remained silent. It was true, she felt like a complete fool. It would be impossible to say what would have happened if she and Button had been open and honest with one another; perhaps they would have agreed to keep things platonic, or maybe they would have thrown their inhibitions to the wind and started sleeping together - alas, they would never know. Still grappling with what to say, a smirk crept across her muzzle as a wild notion settled on her.

Without making a sound, she leaned forward, pressed her chest to the floor, and splayed her hind legs. There were any number of things she could have said, although actions always spoke louder than words. With him having a raging hard-on and her being so horny that she could barely control herself, there was only one way to test how far he was willing to go with her.

“Normally, I wouldn’t be willing to share,” Chrysalis sighed, caressing Cream’s behind, “but I believe I can make a concession in this case…”

Cream had been ready to toss Chrysalis to the curb only a few minutes before, but that would no longer be necessary. Rolling her hips from side to side, she set her breasts swaying and watched as Button drew nearer. The ball was in his court, he could choose to rut her or not, though she wouldn’t deny hoping he’d mount her and give her what she so desperately yearned for.

While Cream may have been indecisive, Button was less so. Scampering up behind her, he reared onto his hind legs and bucked his hips. Being the size that he was, far to small to mount her properly, he drove his stallionhood between her bosoms, though he didn’t seem to mind the impromptu tit-fucking in the slightest. Having a big, meaty log of flesh plowing her cleavage felt alright, wholly unspectacular, although his eagerness to claim her may have been the hottest thing she’d ever experienced.

Leaning to one side and bringing her face over to her ear, Chrysalis chuckled. “Would you like some help?”

“Y…yes please,” she whispered.

To her pleasant surprise, Chrysalis left her side and levitated a small step stool from under the bookshelf. “Button, as happy as I am to see this bonding moment play out, perhaps you can reel yourself in for just a second.”

Button snatched the item from the air as soon as it was within reach. “Thanks.”

Cream kept her eyes on him as he hastily shuffled back, placed the stool directly behind her, and stepped onto the little platform. A part of her had hoped he’d take his time with her, savoring the incestuous moment and giving her a moment to adjust, but patience was not a virtue of his. No sooner did he lock his forehooves over her hips than he sank his stallionhood into her.

Though she’d gotten herself off only a short time ago, the titanic intrusion was more than she could bear. A guttural groan escaped her, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and a torrent of climactic nectar flowed from around his immense length, but he didn’t relent or even ask if she was ok. Lost to his rut lust, he ravaged her without an ounce of care for her well-being - not that he had anything to worry about.

She hadn’t thought she’d ever sympathize with Chrysalis, viewing the mare with disdain and distrust, yet being dominated by her son made her rethink her view of the shapeshifting evildoer. Button’s passion to conquer her was primal the purest sense of the word. He wanted to start a herd and continue his bloodline with as many mares as he could - she was just the latest in his conquests.

“Feel him beating against your womb?” Chrysalis teased, lowering herself to her eye level. “Just wait until he floods that unused foal-factory of yours…”

“Yes!” she shouted. “Breed your mommy, Button!”

The plea came from some long suppressed part of her, a sliver of her being she’d fought for years to ignore, but there was no going back. Now that she’d tasted of the forbidden fruit and crossed a line, there was no going back for her. As she threw her ass back to meet his thrusts, a preternatural strength filled her.

It was hard to describe, but she felt like a spectator in her own body. The bliss he delivered was unimaginable, an order of magnitude better than anything that should have been possible, and he showed no signs of stopping. Chasing the dragon and wanting - needing more, she basked in the symphony of his grunts and her slatternly moans.

Chrysalis was no help - well, not in any conventional way. Instead of trying to talk sense into her, be it for her own good or out of covetousness, she egged her on. Whispering sinful nothing about how good she’ll look when she’s knocked up, and how she’ll have to tend to him in all manner of depraved ways, the Matriarch doused the fires of her maddening passion with fuel.

Howling out in unfettered bliss, she climaxed a second time while envisioning herself sauntering around with a big, rounded belly and swollen, milk-laden teats. There was no guarantee that she’d actually get knocked up if - no, when he came, but that was a moot point. Now that she’d broken the seal and done the unspeakable with her precious little colt, she knew this would become a regular thing.

In a purely physical sense, she was in heaven - however the mental aspects of her newfound adoration were a mixed bag. Button was the apple of her eye, her special little stallion, and becoming his sexual plaything, an outlet for his bestial desires, would come with consequences. Even with Chrysalis around, she wouldn’t be shocked if he became more clingy and needy in certain ways.

The most bliss-filled night of her life had seen her cum three times - needless to say, Button set a new benchmark in that regard. Her second orgasm was followed by a third, then a fourth and a fifth, until each climax bled into the next. She would have thought his stamina would be lacking, being as young as he was, but it seemed as though his time with Chrysalis had given him endurance far beyond his years.

By the time his rhythm became frantic, with his stallionhood throbbing and the breath hitching in his throat, she could barely move with her face resting in a pool of her own saliva. Heedless of her mindless state, he nearly withdrew his length, tightened his grip, and gave a final, unstoppable plunge. Her womb yielded no resistance, opening and clinging tightly to his throbbing shaft as her depths were bathed in his seed.

She would have liked to say she came alongside him, though her ecstasy was so great that she couldn’t honestly tell. Blurry and unfocused, her eyes wandered over to a beaming face beside her. Chrysalis hadn’t departed, watching the twisted spectacle with glee while lazily rubbing herself, and she appeared genuinely pleased to have an accomplice with her little love interest.

“Have fun?” Chrysalis mused, stroking her cheek.

“Mnnph…Ngh…” Cream dully grunted, unable to form a coherent word.

“Good,” Chrysalis breathed. Rolling onto her back and spinning around, she wriggled closer and presented her engorged marehood. “Be a dear and warm me up. It won’t be long before he wants seconds - trust me, I’d know…”

Doing as she was asked, having long forsaken the shackles of her sanity, Cream closed her eyes and lapped at the changeling’s pussy. She could still taste the remnants of Button’s essence seeping from Chrysalis’ depths, but the taste only cemented what she already knew. From this day forward, no matter what happened, her role as a mother had taken on a new, amorous light…