- >Saturdays were always nice and quiet.
- >Button's mother sighed contently in her chair.
- >Nice and quiet.
- >Her eyes narrowed.
- >Too quiet.
- >There should be faint sounds of video games ringing through the house.
- "What is he up to?" Button's mom mumbled to herself.
- >She sneaked through the hall and towards his door.
- >The unmistakable light from the TV was shining through the crack under the door.
- >Yet there was not a sound to be heard from inside.
- >Button's mother put her hoof on the door and gently slid it open.
- >A gentle smile appeared on her lips as she looked upon her son.
- >The little guy was sleeping soundly, the controller still in his hooves.
- >As her eyes went over his body, the motherly smiled quickly faded.
- >Her eyes widened as she stared at the colt's hardened cock.
- >A quick peek at the screen revealed the source for the hard-on.
- >Button's mother sighed as she looked upon the scantily clad mare.
- >She knew those games from Saddle Arabia were a bad influence.
- >Her eyes quickly returned to her son's cock, however.
- >It was so hard not to look at.
- >And it had been a while since she had...
- >No, that was ridiculous.
- >Button was just a colt, and her son.
- >Yet... it was right there.
- >She felt herself arch her back, trying to grind against anything at all.
- >Maybe just a quick look.
- >Just a look, and that would be it.
- >She quietly stepped forward, until she was right in front of Button.
- >He was snoring loudly, drool hanging from his mouth.
- >She lowered herself, until her head was mere inches above his dick.
- "Wow..." she whispered.
- >It was so beautifully shaped.
- >That mottled, brown horsecock.
- >Maybe she could just...
- >Button's mom shook her head.
- >There was no way she was even considering this.
- "He's your son," she mumbled to herself.
- "What is wrong with you?"
- >Despite her protesting, she kept staring.
- >It was hypnotizing to look at.
- >Like a beating heart it throbbed, expanding and deflating.
- >The flared head was glistening with pre-cum.
- >She licked her lips and moved closer.
- >A quick sniff wouldn't hurt anyone.
- >She inhaled deeply and nearly collapsed.
- >The strong, masculine musk filled her nostrils and sent shivers down her spine.
- >It even increased the aching between her legs.
- >Button's mother bit down hard on her lip and whimpered.
- >She looked from side to side with wide eyes.
- >A hoof sneaked down between her thighs, intend on getting rid of that aching.
- >Watching it wouldn't be bad.
- >She would just watch and get herself off.
- >Nothing strange about that.
- >The moment she touched herself, she slapped her second hoof in front of her mouth to stifle a moan.
- >She bit down on her own flesh, wanting not to wake the boy with her hungry voice.
- >Even as her hoof ran up and down her folds, pressing against just the right spots, the aching did not fade.
- >In fact, it only seemed to get worse.
- >She groaned into her own hoof in frustration.
- >Button's dick was all she could think of.
- >And it was right there, too.
- >Ripe for the picking.
- >She looked around again, faster this time.
- >If nobody noticed, she wouldn't have done anything wrong.
- >Everything would be just fine.
- >She removed the hoof from her mouth and gulped.
- "B-Button?" she whispered.
- >The colt didn't move a muscle.
- "Button?"
- >No response.
- >She put her hoof on his little body and shook him gently.
- "Button, I'm going to throw away all your games."
- >The only thing that accomplished was increasing the volume of his snoring.
- >She grabbed the controller and put it aside.
- >Button's hooves fell down to his sides, giving her a perfect view of his hard dick.
- >Cursing at herself, she moved forward.
- >As the musky smell increased, as did her hunger.
- >She prepared herself for the final test and stuck out her tongue.
- >With her legs ready to run, she gave the shaft a quick lick.
- >Button just laid there, snoring away.
- >His mother eyed him carefully, watching for any unusual movement.
- >When none came, she threw herself at his cock.
- >She opened her mouth and took in the entire length.
- >With the fleshy rod poking at her throat, she moaned in ecstasy.
- >Finally her hoof was relieving some of the aching.
- >Due to the lack of girth, his mother was easily able to twirl her tongue all around his shaft.
- >She licked and sucked the entire thing, lubing it up.
- >Like a starving child she nibbled and sucked, wanting more and more.
- >Button's mother started bobbing her head up and down, twirling her tongue around the shaft all the while.
- >The fire burning between her legs commanded the increased speed of her hoof, and she gladly obeyed.
- >Her son's room was filled with obscene sounds of wet flesh and shame.
- >The mother greedily sucked her son's dick, putting her expert mouth to full use.
- >She was too lost in sucking the underage dick to care if he woke or not.
- >Every time she bottomed out, she inhaled sharply, filling her mind with that perfect, masculine smell.
- >Her hoof furiously attacked the flesh between her legs, wanting nothing more than to end the fire burning there.
- >She moaned and whimpered onto her son's dick, well aware of the fact she was doing something horrible.
- >At this point, there was no stopping it.
- >Button's mother -needed- that dick inside her mouth, and everything else was secondary.
- >So long as he didn't wake up, she didn't care.
- >She pulled her head away and instead focused on licking the shaft.
- "I'm such a whore," she whispered.
- "Celestia would have my head if she saw me."
- >Button's mom couldn't help but moan as her tongue ran over the mottled skin.
- "Yesss, I'm a horrible mother. I'm a freak. A pervert."
- >Faster and faster her hoof went.
- >She took both of her son's balls into her mouth and sucked eagerly.
- >Intense feelings of shame and depravity washed over her.
- >But those salty, sweaty balls felt so good in her mouth.
- >How could she not do it?
- >She looked past the shaft and up at her son's face.
- >What wouldn't he say if he saw her now?
- >He'd probably hold her down, slap her face.
- >Faster and faster her hoof went.
- >Yes, he'd grab her hair and call her a dirty whore.
- >Button's mother popped her sons balls out of her mouth and returned to the shaft.
- >She took the entire thing into her mouth and moaned loudly.
- >She buried her muzzle in his balls, inhaling deeply as her tongue worked the cock inside her mouth.
- >Just a little bit more and she'd be there.
- >Her hoof was aching from the excessive movement, but she had to keep going.
- >Once again she turned her mind to the 'what if' scenario.
- >Button would no doubt hold her here, snout buried in his sack as he commanded better treatment of his cock.
- >Just a bit more.
- >He'd slap her flank and tell her she was worthless.
- >Below her snout, she could feel his balls vibrating.
- >His entire shaft shook inside her mouth, and it send her over the edge.
- >The moment the first wave of warm, sticky semen hit her throat, she moaned in bliss.
- >While she gulped and coughed on the hot loads, she spilled her own juices onto her son's floor.
- >She kept nuzzling his balls with her snout, wanting every last drop of her son's semen in her mouth.
- >With eagerness and joy she swallowed all of her son's semen dutifully.
- >It tasted so fresh and new, untainted by other mares.
- >It brought joy to her mind to know she was the first to drink from his tap.
- >Once every last drop was securely in her stomach, Button's mother licked the penis clean.
- >Button was still snoring soundly, completely unaware of the lewd act his mother had just performed.
- >Her hoof was still slowly sliding up and down her slit, as if put on autopilot.
- >She kissed the slowly deflating shaft and looked at her son.
- >With such an impressive specimen, mares would surely love him come the years of teenage life.
- >She panted as she got up, still watching her sleeping son.
- >While the fire between her legs had been quelled for now, it would be back.
- >Thus was the life of a mare in heat.
- >And there was only one thing to truly relieve her of that horrible aching and itching.
- >A blush crept upon her cheeks as her eyes once again fell upon her son's beautiful member.
- "Mmh..." she moaned to herself.
- >It would fit so perfectly inside her.
- >And it could really, truly help her get rid of this awful heat.
- >Button's mother shook her head and scolded herself mentally.
- >What she had done was bad enough.
- >There was no reason to add to that.
- >She quietly backed out of the room and closed the door.
- >Feeling exhausted from the orgasm, she tugged herself in bed with a sigh.
- >Part of her felt horrible for what had just occurred.
- >She was supposed to be a good mother.
- >Then again, sexual relief wasn't necessarily bad.
- >But she did contemplate to have sex with her son.
- >And that was most definitely bad.
- >Unless... he consented.
- >With a giggle, she drifted off to sleep.
- End.
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