> Be Adagio Dazzling Shimmer
> Your mom makes educational videos, used in many schools
> Sometimes she gets a sad look in her eye and murmurs something about Bill
> Growing up, you learned all sorts of things
> How volcanoes work, why the sky is blue, and how people come in all shapes and colors
> Mom always said you had a very special shape
> It's why you aren't allowed to take baths with her anymore
> Even though you are both women
> Well, for the most part
> As you got older, you started understanding more things
> Not to mention the embarrassing ordeal of seeing one of your mom's videos in a sex ed class
> They way her skillful fingers slipped the condom onto the banana
> It didn't help as she described the very feelings you were having about her in the video
> From then on, you couldn't help but notice whenever mom would bend over
> Or how she licked her fingers while frosting cookies
> When the two of you would swim at the local pool, you found yourself glaring at all the guys staring at her
> She is your mom, and no one else can have her

> When you got home from school today, you could sense something was off
> All the filming equipment was set up in the kitchen, but she wasn't there
"Mom?"
> Silence
> Upon closer inspection, you find a bowl of what used to be marinade spilled all over the floor, with some blank spots
> Maybe she was still in the shower, washing up?
> But you don't hear any running water
> Even so, your heart starts beating faster as you approach the bathroom
> As you open the door, your blood runs cold
> There she is, laying facedown and naked by the tub
> You whisper,
"Mom?"
> You see some blood on the bathroom closet doorknob, and a pinkish puddle around her head
"No nonononononono"
> You crouch down and jostle her shoulder
"Come on, this isn't funny!"
> She's limp under your hand
> Her skin is soft, but lukewarm
> It's hard to breathe
> With shaking hands, you turn her over
> She stares up at the ceiling with glassy eyes
> Your mom...is dead
> You curl up in a corner and sob, your eyes never leaving her too still body
> You pray that she's just faking, that she'll wake up any moment now
> Sunset Shimmer is dead
> You don't know how long you cried
> It's maybe two or three hours by the time you shakily drink from the sink faucet to soothe your aching throat
> You feel shattered inside, sharp edges and numbness
> And she just lays there, naked and dead and ignoring you
> You drop down onto your hands and knees and crawl to her side
> You don't know how long it's been since you've seen her like this

> Her sizable breasts on display, no attempt at modesty
> Before you realize what you are doing, you place a hand on her stomach
> Part of you wants to recoil at the fading warmth in her flesh, but a stronger part marvels at how smooth her skin is
> Once you touched her, there was no turning back
> Too many shameful dreams, too many lingering embraces masked as affection
> You find yourself watching her face as you bring your hand to cup her bosom
> Somehow, her stillness drives you onward, bringing both hands to stroke and squeeze her breasts, exulting in their softness, in their delightful heft
> She is all yours, now
"Can't stop me now, can you? I can do whatever I want..."
> The corpse does not reply
> You can feel your pants tightening
> You glance at her face again, relieved to see her blank expression
> It's like permission, almost
> You undo your pants, sliding your hardening cock out from behind your pink panties
> You stay like that for a long moment, staring at her boobs with your dick in your hand
> But you can go further now
> You take off your clothes quickly, your eyes traveling up and down her naked form
> You hover over your mother's body, your dangling cock brushing against her thighs, your hardening nipples almost touching hers
> You stare down at her dull expression, her mouth slightly open 
> Your vision focuses on her soft lips
> Your first kiss is with your dead mother, and it couldn't be more perfect
> Her lips yield against yours, and your tongue slips between, exploring her slightly parched mouth
> You pull back
"Now, we can't have that."
> You work up some saliva in your mouth and let it drop past her lips
> The sight sets your hips to rocking, your dick dragging back and forth along her inner thigh
> Once again, you plunge your tongue into her mouth, pleasantly moist and unresisting

> Your right hand squeezes her breast a few times, then drifts down her side, stroking her hip
> You raise yourself, before sliding your hands across her childbearing hips and under, to knead her choice ass
"Damn, mom. Why'd you keep this from me?"
> You know she can't hear you
> That you're talking to a dead body
> But you have never felt closer to her than you are now
"You said I should save my virginity for someone I love..."
> You eye her womanhood, the subject of so many fantasies
"I love you, mom."
> You position yourself at her entrance, your hands shaking in excitement
> When you try to push into her, her folds part grudgingly
> You can almost hear her voice, from that awkward class
> "...You might be nervous, or it may be that your body just doesn't produce enough on your own. Don't worry, there are all kinds of products that..."
> You doubt she had this situation in mind when she made that video

> You grab a bottle of body wash and squeeze the lotion onto your hand
> It feels good on your dick, as you make it slippery with a few strokes
> It's strange, sticking your soapy fingers into your mom's vagina, but that doesn't bother you much right now
> The first thrust is heavenly
> She's so slippery and tight around your cock, just like you always imagined
> It doesn't matter that she's dead, that you have to press her hands to your developing boobs yourself
> You are finally fucking Sunset Shimmer, and she can't stop you
> You love how her breasts jiggle as you pound her pussy
> Your moans of pleasure echo in the bathroom
> You bring her hand to your mouth, nipping at her cold fingers
> You suckle on her pointer finger, warming it up in your mouth
> You pause in your thrusting, sliding her hand over your butt cheek and burying her warm, slick finger in your asshole
> At the sensation your pelvis thrusts automatically
> After a few delectable moments of pushing her finger knuckle by knuckle inside of you, you resume violating your mother's body
> Each time you thrust into her, your cheeks clench around her hand, your anus tightening around her trapped finger
> With every roll of your hips, you get a moment of heaven for which you are assuredly going to hell
> Your rhythm becomes frantic as a heat builds up inside of you
> You collapse on top of her, your fingers snarling in her hair, your lips a bare inch from hers as you stare into her cold, dead eyes
"TAKE IT MOM! TAKE MY LOVE!"
> With that, you fire off deep inside her, your sperm shooting into the womb from which you came
> You lay limp across her body, your hips twitching as you cum again and again

> At last, you are almost as still as she is
> You can feel her growing cold beneath you, her breasts mashed up against your own
> She may be gone, but you left her some of yourself, perhaps to remember you by
> It's a long time before you get up again
> It's even longer before you report her death
> After all, you still have yet to come in your mom's mouth or ass
> Then you have to clean up after yourself, or face some awkward questions
> But before all that, you kiss her one last time on the lips
"Thanks, mom."