>It’s past 8 PM when you finally pull into your parents’ driveway, and you want nothing more than to just collapse
>The track meet was exhausting, and you really wish you’d been able to just go sleep at your own place
>But you doubt you’d make it, even with several shots of espresso coursing through veins
>So here you are, ready to crash for the night
>Hopefully they’ll already be asleep, and you won’t have to—
>”Dashie!”
>You can hear you mom’s voice from the window the moment you step out of your car
>Turning away, you grimace
>She’s going to make a giant scene, isn’t she?
>Windy throws the front door open, sprinting towards you with her arms spread wide
>You try to dodge her hug, but a mother’s over-exuberant love will overcome even the most hardcore athletic conditioning
>An overwhelming softness, accompanied by the aroma of flowers and freshly-baked cookies, floods your senses as Windy wraps you in a bone-crushing hug, practically squealing in delight
>”You didn’t tell me you were gonna visit!”
“Yeah, I… I wasn’t planning on it…”
>”I’m so glad!  Oh, your poor father…”
“Dad?  Did something happen?”
>Windy laughs
>”Oh, goodness no.  He took the weekend off, went off on a fishing trap with Mr. Shy.  He’ll be so crushed when he learns you came by to visit!”
>Windy squeezes you against her chest, smushing you against the pillowy breasts that strain the upper portion of her tasteful mom-sweater
>Seriously, why’d you have to miss out on these genetics?
>It’d make running hell, sure, but *damn*
>They’re so soft…
>”Dashie?  Everything alright, sweetie?”
“Huh?  Oh, yeah.”
>You force yourself to stop thinking about your mom’s tits*

*[Not the kind of thing you expected to have to do today.]

“I’m just kinda tired.  Big track meet today.”
>”A track meet!?  You didn’t tell me?”
>Windy looks devestated
“Uh… oops. Sorry.”
>”I would have gone!  You’re so forgetful, Dashie!”
>She gives you a play-smack on the back of your head
“Yeah, forgetful.  Right…”
>Your mom clicks her tongue as she, without needing to be asked, starts to grab your bags out of your car
>She stumbles past you and back towards the house, teetering under the weight several duffel bags
>”Well, I guess it can’t be helped.  Come on in, dear!  I’ll make us up some dinner!  And then we should do something fun!  Oh, I know, I’ve still got those Beyblade things you used to love!  Or we could one of those driving video-games you always beat me at!  Or…”
“Actually, mom, I think I just wanna get some rest.”
>You follow Windy inside, shutting the door behind you
>She sets your bags down on the floor, a little of her previous excitement draining from her
>”Oh…”
>She forces a smile
>”That’s okay, dear!  You’re tired, I bet.  Your bed’s all made!”
“It is?”
>”Of course!  We always keep it set up, just in case you drop by!”
>She gives you a little pat on the head
>”I’ll be in my room!  If you need anything, just shout for me and I’ll hear you, okay?  You remember how thin these walls are, I bet…”
“Sure do.”
>You suppress a small shudder at the things you heard when you were younger
“But yeah.  G’night.”
>”Goodnight, dear!”
>Your mom grabs you in her arms again, planting a kiss on your cheek
>She lets the kiss linger a little longer than necessary, and you feel a strange, ticklish warmth seeping into your face
>For a moment, you become incredibly conscious of the whisper of her breath against your face
>And then she pulls away again, beaming at you
>”I love you, sweetie.  Promise me you’ll let me know if you need something?”
“I will.  Thanks, mom.”
>She pats you on the head, then you turn away and walk upstairs

>It’s… kinda creepy how little your room has changed
>The same Power Ponies action figures, Daring Do novels, and several poorly-built Ferrari models are arrayed on shelves around the room, kept mostly free of dust
>The room’s singular window has the blinds open, revealing the gray-orange fall night, where skeletal trees sway slightly in a chilly breeze
>You collapse into bed, feeling a little weird
>Not sad, but just kind of… bleh, you don’t know; an egghead like Twilight would probably have a better word for this
>You just feel kinda bad, like you went and grew up, getting all different in the process, and then your parents just stayed at home and missed you
>It’s a weird, lonely feeling
>You pull out your phone and try to text Fluttershy
[hey.  u still mad babe?]
>She doesn’t respond, and she hasn’t responded to your texts in almost three days
>What’s her deal?
>Is she really gonna let this relationship end just because you accidentally let one of her eight-million pets escape?
>Seriously, it’s not like it was your fault; those damn rabbits are always trying to fly the coop, and she should’ve known to pick a better petsitter
>You stare at your phone for a while as the sunset gradually filters out, leaving you in a dark, slightly chilly room
>Groaning, you kick off your shoes, curl up, and try to go to sleep
>But that weird, empty feeling just keeps growing; you feel a weird sort of… again, you can’t really think of the word
>It’s like you miss your mom, even though she’s just in the other room
>You feel kinda like something’s come between you and her… and that *something* is a part of you
>Turning on your side, you silently admit to yourself that you still love her, and some part of you wants her to cuddle you and kiss your face, but another part of you screams that that’d be, like, the least cool thing *ever* and that you’re way too old to be babied like that and…
>You try really hard to tell yourself to shut the fuck up
>Your hand finds its way to the spot where your mom kissed you; it still feels warm, despite the Fall chill permeating the bedroom

>Eventually, you just lapse into a weird, lonely silence
>And maybe you try to masturbate a little
>It usually helps you sleep, right?
>Your hand slips down into your panties, using your palm massaging the sensitive petals it finds there
>But it doesn’t help; you don’t even really feel much of anything; feels more like rubbing a wet then actually getting off
>So you just lie there, now staring at the wall, where a virtual mural of your framed school-photos hangs, each of them free of dusty and clearly lovingly tended in the time you’ve been away
>You feel, without any sugarcoating, like a pretty crummy person right now
>And that strange loneliness just won’t go away

>And you’d probably have gone on like that all night, if you hadn’t heard *it*
>At first, it just sounds like a soft rustling of bedsheets, muffled to the point of barely being audible by the walls
>But then you hear the moaning, and you *definitely* recognize your mother’s voice
>It starts low, a musky grunt, then gradually builds into an undulating whine, punctuated by little gasps of pleasure
>Wait, she said dad wasn’t home
>Does that means she’s…
>Something fiery and hot runs down your spine, feeling like it’s halfway between embarrassment and an overwhelming, watery-mouthed thirst
>You find yourself scooting closer to the wall, pressing your ear up against it
>But only out of a morbid curiosity, you tell yourself
>”Ooooh~… a-ah!  D-Dashie…”
>You feel like something just got stuck in your chest
>There’s no way you just heard that
>”O-oh, Dashie!  Hnn… such a g-good girl…”
>No way, there’s no way…
>A fluttery, unbidden urgency rises in you, and you jump out of bed and tiptoe up the stairs
>The fire dripping down your spine raises in temperature, reaching a peak as you kneel down next to the door to your parents’ bedroom
>Inside, Windy’s atop the bed, lying on her back with her legs spread
>She’s completely naked, and beads of lusty sweat shine on her skin
>The fingers of her right hand squelch in and out of her pussy, and the left massages her pillowy breasts
>They appear even larger without the sweater, and jiggle beneath her arm as her whole body shivers in delight
>”D-Dashi!  Oh m-my god… you’re the b-best~…”
>A line of drool runs down your chin, and you find your hand trailing its way up your thigh
>You stop it before it gets to your crotch, which you find is no longer numb; in fact, it’s tingling with a dribbly, sensitive desire
>Windy pulls her hand away from her breasts and grabs something off the mattress, holding it pressed up against her face
>With a start, you realize it’s a pair of your panties
>She must have gotten them out of your backpack
>”Mmm… you’re such a s-sweet girl… you smell *so* good…”
>She takes a long whiff, gasping in pleasure
>Your mom arches her back, fluid spurting out between her fingers and onto the mattress as she climaxes
>”Nn… Dashie… my D-Dashie… a-ah…”
>Windy collapses onto the bed, her thighs shaking in pleasure as more fluid drips out from the folds of her now-glistening pussy, matting down the trimmed dichromatic-orange hair that surrounds it
>For a moment, you can only kneel there in a haze
>Then you snap to your senses, and retreat away from the bedroom, not even trying for silence anymore as you backtrack to the shower

>Inside the bathroom, you strip down and turn the water down as far as it’ll go, letting a freezing stream wash over you
>It doesn’t do much to cool the now-scalding feeling running down your back
>Your mom is… she’s into you!
>Well, you know always knew she was way into you, but you thought… you know, just regular over-supportive mom stuff
>Not into you like this
>At least now you know where your aggressive gayness comes from, at least
>Still, how…
>How can she…
>You shake your head, turning your face up so that the freezing water pours directly onto it

>After you step out of the shower and towel off, you pause to appraise your naked body in the mirror
>Long, slender legs, practically no body fat, just lithe muscle and curved, strong hips…
>You can’t really blame her for being attracted to you
>Leaning back against the door, you close your eyes, and suck in your breath
>Now that the shock has faded, the lonesome guilt from earlier is starting to return
>But you think you know how to make it go away
>You kick your dirty clothes into a pile, and wrap your naked body in the special embroidered bathrobe* you got for your thirteenth birthday

*[Complete with a stylized R.D. and a bunch of little rainbow lightning-bolts.  It’s really pretty adorable.  You regret thinking it was dorky when you first received it]

>It’s a little snug, but it covers you well enough for now
>You open the door to the bathroom and head downstairs, feeling a pleasant chill spread across your body as the air hits the moisture still left on your skin
>Windy is downstairs now, dressed only in an oversized Wonderbolts t-shirt and a pair of faded panties
>She turns around when she hears you coming down the stairs, and you see she has the contented, slightly dreamy look of someone who just had a killer orgasm
>”Dashie!  You’re still up?”
“Yeah… couldn’t sleep.”
>She smiles at you, her eyes so full of genuine love that it hurts
>”Aww, poor baby.  You want a snack?  I have those little fruit-snack things you love!”
>She opens the cabinet next to her, showing a half-dozen boxes of the aforementioned snack
“I’m not super hungry now.”
>You notice she’s holding a bottle of wine
“Could I have a glass?”
>”Are you sure, Dashie?  I don’t want it to make you sick.”
“I’ll be fine, mom.”
>”Okay!  But if you aren’t feeling well, tell me, okay?”
“Right.”
>Windy pours wine for the both of you, and you move to the couch together, sitting just a few inches apart
>She sips her glass
>”You want to watch a movie?  Or some cartoon?  I remember that old Scooby-Doo tape would always help you get to sleep…”
“No thanks.  Could we just talk?”
>Your mom beams, looking delighted
>”Of course!”
>She crosses her legs, bouncing with giddiness
>”Tell me everything!”
“Well, um, I had a question.”
>”Go ahead, sweetie.”
“Am I a…”
>Your voice cracks, and you try to disguise it by taking a long sip of wine
>With an empty belly, the drink hits you almost immediately, and a dizzying buzz starts to creep into the back of your head
“Am I a good daughter?”
>Windy recoils, as if shocked you would even think to ask that
>”What do you mean?  You’re my Dashie!  You’re the best daughter I could’ve asked for!  I mean, look at this place!”
>She gestures to the walls, all of them hung with pictures of you, drawings you made as a kid, ribbons and plaques you won in elementary- and high-school races…
>”You’re a star!  And more importantly, you’re *our* star~.”
>She ruffles your hair, beaming at you
“I guess…”
>You sigh, guzzling more of the wine down
>As it loosens your tongue, more and more words tumble out
“It’s just… I haven’t really been a very good daughter to you.  You love me so much, and I almost never even talk to you.”
>Windy pats your shoulder
>”That’s totally alright, sweetie!  Dad and I know how busy you are.”
“It’s not just me being busy.  I mean, I am, but…”
>”But what?”
“I don’t know.  I could really try a lot harder.  To repay you, I mean.  For being to loving, and understanding, and…”
>You find yourself getting a little choked up
“I don’t know what else to say.  I love you, mom.  I need to start showing it better… and I’m sorry for that.  I hope there’s something I can do to make it up to you.”
>”Awww…”
>Windy looks like her heart just about melted
>She pulls you into a gentle hug, running her hand through your hair
>”This is why your amazing, Dashie.  I totally forgive you.  It’s just so good to finally see you, sweetie.  And don’t you worry about doing anything to make it up to me.  That being said, though, I wouldn’t mind seeing a little more of you…”
>The love pouring out from her has an almost physical presence, and it crests over you in a surge of warmth
>In that moment, you know what you want; you know exactly what will cure this ache inside of you
“Mom?”
>”Yes, sweetie?”
>Windy smiles at you, her hand moving down to caress your back
“Could you kiss me?”
>Close as you are to her, you can feel her heart flutter
>”You know you don’t need to ask!  *mwah*.”
>She plants a warm peck on your forehead
>You sit up, keeping hold of your mom’s hand
“No, I mean…”
>You touch her hand to your lips
“I mean here.”
>Winy’s eyes widen, and a scarlet blush begins to color the skin beneath her freckles
>“D-Dashie?  Are you sure?”
>You nod
“Please?”
>”Well, alright then!  Anything for my special little girl~”
>Your mom wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you into your lap
>You let yourself settle into the plush curves of her body, and Windy slowly brings her mouth to yours for a quick peck on the lips
>A soft, cleansing feeling radiates from the point she kissed you, washing down your body and settling in the pit of your chest
>”How was that?”
“Exactly what I wanted.”
>”Yay!  Do you want some more?”
>You can feel yourself blushing as hard as she is as you nod
>This time, you and Windy seem to instinctively predict each other’s needs; the next kiss is much longer
>You bend in and meet her mouth with yours, both of your lips parting slightly and locking together, a tiny shiver passing between the two of you
>Your right hand trails its way up along the side of her body, coming to rest against her face
>Hers strokes down your hair to the back of your neck, holding your head at the perfect kissing angle
>The first kiss leads into several other, equally long ones, each of which ends only for split-second before the next begins
>When the last kiss breaks, you and your mom stare at each other, breathless
>Windy giggles
>”I always knew you’d be a great kisser, Dashie.”
“Hah… thanks.”
>You gulp, starting to feel genuinely woozy from the wine
>”What’s the matter?  You seem nervous!  Did I do something wrong?”
“No!  I just, um… I’ll be right back.”
>You awkwardly stumble out of your mom’s lap, leaning heavily on her for support
>When you stand up, you “accidentally” let the belt of your robe come undone
>The bottom half of the garment falls open, giving your mom a full view of the bottom half of your body
>Her eyes fixate on you, her mouth dropping open slightly
>”Uh, Dashie?  Honey, you might want to fix your robe…”
“Eh, it’s fine like this.  I’m gonna get more wine.”
>You bend down to pick up your glass, letting the top of your robe droop just a little
>Your mom lets out an audible gasp
>When you return from the kitchen, the robe is fully open
>You pause in front of Windy, drinking in the gaze she lays on you
>There’s so much love in it— and so much desire —that the empty feeling inside you seems to fade away, filling up instead with the warmth of your mother’s presence
“You alright if I take this off?”
>Windy holds her hand to her mouth
>”O-of course I am!  Whatever my little girl wants.”
“Cool.”
>You set your wineglass down and let the robe drop from your body
>It lands on the floor with a muffled thump, and you immediately feel the caress of the room’s cold air against your bare skin
“What do you think?”
>”You’re beautiful Dashie.”
>Your mom’s eyes trail up from your crotch, to your chest, to your face
>She smiles at you, her face crimson red but nevertheless full of that same loving pride
>”The most beautiful girl I could have asked for.  I love you so much.  I hope you know that.”
“I do.”
>You take a seat on the couch, not even trying to cover yourself
>Windy’s eyes trail along your body again, drinking in the sight of you
>You take ahold of her hand and place it against your bare inner-thigh, feeling the warmth of her palm seep into your skin
“And I… I love you too.  I haven’t shown it right, like, at all.  So, I want you to… to do whatever you want to me.”
>”Dashie?”
“I mean it, mom.  Please, I just want to feel loved again.  I… I know how you feel about me.”
>You lean back on the couch, draping yourself across its cushions and opening your legs for your mom
>She stares at your crotch, her breath coming in quick, lusty gasps
>”I… you know?”
“I do.  And it’s totally okay.  Please, mom.”
>You wriggle on the couch, so horny and desperate from the wine that you can’t keep still
“Please, anything you want.  I just wanna feel you…”
>”Dashie…”
>You mom gulps
>She’s nervous, but you can see plainly on her face how badly she wants this
>”I just want whatever will make you happy, sweetie.  It’s what you deserve!”
>You shake your head
“You’ve done enough for me, mom.  This is about you.  Whatever you want, I promise…”
>You squeeze her hand
“…I want it to.”
>You mom shivers in excitement
>”O-okay, sweetie!  Just, if I do anything you don’t like, just say—“
“Mom.  Don’t worry about me.  I’m a big girl, I can handle it.”
>Windy gives you a bashful smile
>”You sure can.  You can handle anything, that’s why… that’s what makes you so wonderful.”
>Windy grabs the hem of her shirt, starting to lift it up
>”Are you okay if I take this off?”
“Please do.  Everything.”
>”Okay!  Anything for you, sweetie!”
“Mom, this is about you!”
>”I know, but…”
>She gives a nervous chuckle as she pulls off her shirt
>Her swollen breasts hang plump and full against her skin, and a hint of a chubby belly protrudes over the hem of her panties
>”Heh.  Guess, um… should I get these off too—“
“Yes.  Now.”
>”So demanding!  You always did know what you want.  That’s my Dashie~”
>She yanks her panties off, tossing them onto the floor
>”So, you’re okay with anything?”
“Anything.”
>”Then, um, just lay there for a moment, sweetie.”
>Your mom bends down, planting a little kiss on the bottom of your foot
>Then she starts to move up, alternating between kissing and swirling her tongue against your body, leaving a trail of warm kisses and saliva along the sole of your foot, then up your leg, then across your thigh, finally stopping at your pussy
>She flicks her tongue across its petals a few times, making you shiver
>”Am I doing okay?”
“Mom… don’t ask… just… keep going…”
>She smiles at that
>”Okay, sweetie~”
>Windy places a quick kiss on your clit, sending a wave of paper warmth spreading across your skin
>From there, she continues on up your belly, taking long, sensuous licks of your abs
>The slick wetness of her tongue is electric, and sensitive goosebumps bristle along the entire surface of your body
“Mmm…”
>”Are you feeling good, sweetie?”
“Y-yeah…”
>”Want me to kiss you?”
“God, yes…”
>Windy works her way up to your chest, swirling her tongue over the nubs of your breast and trailing up to suck on your neck
>When she finally gets to your face, you mash your mouth against hers in a greedy kish
>She returns it, and when you part your lips to practically beg for her tongue, she slips it in and swirls it against yours, swapping her sweet, vaguely wine-flavored spit with yours
>Windy drapes her body over yours, her squishy curves covering you in a silky blanket
>You wrap your arms against her back, pulling her against you as she starts to tenderly run her hands along the side of your body, bringing them to rest against your hip
>She kisses you deeper, her tongue lovingly lathering the inside of your mouth
>Windy and you seem to wrap your bodies around each other, legs interlocking
>Her thigh ends up pressed against your pussy, and you obsessively grind your sopping crotch against her, smearing your lusty fluids across her
>Windy realizes what you want, and starts to slide her leg across the lips of your pussy, making you gasp
>”Is that good, sweetie…”
“It is…”
>You grunt, digging your fingers into Windy’s back
“But I… I wanna get you off too… I wanna m-make you feel good, mom…”
>”You already are, Dashie.”
>She kisses you, long and deeply
>”I just like seeing you happy.  That’s all I need.”
>You kiss again, and her hand runs down your body, reaching your crotch
>A finger slips inside you, so slim and tender that you can’t help but arch your back, pressing your hips against her palm
“More… oh f-fuck, mom, please…”
>”You want me to make you cum, sweetie?”
“Fuck, please!  Holy… a-ah~!”
>Windy gently cups a hand around your toned booty, squeezing and supporting it as she coaxes you into a climax
>You can *feel* her finger curl inside you, its soft tip massaging that sensitive, inner spot that forces you over the edge
>As you cum, you try to tell your mom you love her
>But it comes out sounding more like:
“I l-looooaaaah~!”
>You collapse backwards onto the couch with Windy on top of you, your thighs shaking as your juices splatter your mom’s hand
>She smiles, plating gentle kisses on your neck as your spasms slowly subside, leaving you a shivering mess
>Your vision goes blurry for a moment, gradually focusing on your mom’s face
>She raises her hand to her mouth and licks her fingers clean, smacking her lips when she finishes
>”You taste so sweet, Dashie.  Just how I imagined~”
“H-hah…”
>Windy slowly clambers off of you and pulls you into your lap
>You curl up in her grasp, resting your head on her breasts
>There’s something primally comforting about it, and you find yourself almost immediately getting sleepy
“That was… so good…”
>Windy coos into your ear
>”I’m so glad, sweetie.  Now get some sleep, okay?”
>She buries her fingers in your hair, gentle stroking it as the weight of the day seems to drain from your body
“Did you like it?”
>”Of course!  You were the best I’ve ever had.”
“Good.”
>You snuggle up against her, sighing in content
“Do you think we could maybe… do this again sometime?”
>”You betcha!  Any time you want, you just let me know, okay?”
“Yeah…”
>Windy grabs your robe, and drapes it across the both of you like a blanket
“I love you, mama.”
>”Love you too, Dashie.  Now shhhh.  You need your rest.  
>Bathed in warmth and her smooth, nude embrace, you feel yourself slowly drifting towards unconsciousness
>And Windy holds you the entire time, gently rocking you as she watches her precious daughter fall asleep