Title:           Mama's Girl (Twilight - Incest - Lewd)
Author:          JeffMango
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/46ACZqfq
First Edit:      Friday 21st of April 2017 12:16:19 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 21st of April 2017 12:16:19 PM CDT

 
>You are Twilight Sparkle
>And you can't believe you finally did it!
>It wasn't even that hard, really
>You just used a benzine solution to scrape the ink off of an old photo ID you found in the cupboard, and then used your custom hyper-precise printer to replicate a fake one for yourself
>Officially, you're Midnight Shiney, a 21-year-old girl, and old enough to drink alcohol and gain entrance into L'arracher, Canterlot's most upstanding lesbian bar
>As you step through the double doors and into the glowing-pink main room, your entire body starts to tingle
>Well, one place in particular
>You're really glad you wore the extra-strength panties today, because they're about to weather a monsoon
>At fifteen years old, you're still a kissless virgin
>In fact, you've never even been able to admit your attraction to women, let alone act on it
>Hell, you haven't even held hands with a girl
>But that's all about to change
>You're gonna find a pretty girl and hold her hand all night long!
 
>Your mouth begins to water as you scan the room
>The air is clouded with cigarette smoke and clouds of vape, the smells combining into something almost like an aphrodisiac as you inhale them
>The place is already crowded, filling your vision with the nubile bodies of women in their late twenties, most of them wearing only enough to meet basic public standards
>Your eyes nearly roll back in your head in pleasure as you begin to make your way deeper into the club
>Occasionally, some girls glance over at you, but they don't seem to take much notice
>Now that you think about it, you probably seem kinda plain, dressed in your school uniform and looking like a fifteen-year-old
>They're probably terrified to look at you, now that you think about it
>The last thing they want is to be considered a pedophile
>You'll show them you can be mature
>C'mon, Twilight, time to put those seduction books you read to good use
>You turn around, spying a white-haired biker chick sitting alone at a table
>Casually, you slide into the booth next to her
"H-hey, babe."
>The biker chick just stares
>"Uh... yo, what the fuck?"
"Something w-w-wrong, sweethear? If there is, I c-can make it all g-g-good again... heh..."
>She stares
"W-with my tongue."
>She stares really hard
"On your p-p-pussy."
>Biker-chick blinks, then stands up from her table
>"Yeah, nope, I'm not going back to jail. Do you have any idea what women's prison is like?"
"Hey, w-w-wait! I'm g-grown up, I promise! Watch!"
>You glance around the room, noticing a gleaming stripper pole just a few feet to your left
>This is your chance!
>Sure, you have no idea how to actually pole dance, but how hard could it be?
>You'll rock that pole and show her that you're old enough
>Jumping up from your seat, you sprint to the pole and grab ahold of it
>...now what?
>You start awkwardly bobbing up and down, holding it with one hand while the other begins to fumble with the buttons of your vest
>Maybe if you take some clothes off, the other girls will notice you!
>You start spinning in clumsy circles, finally getting your vest off
>Next you unbutton your shirt, letting everyone in the room see your purple tummy and your training bra
>This... this feels awesome!
>You close your eyes, rocking to the place's ambient music...
>And that's when you hear it
>The voice you'd never expect, or want, to hear in a place like this
>"Twilight Sparkle! What on earth are you doing here!?"
>You open one eye, dreading what you'll see
>Your mom is standing ten feet away from you, staring at your dance routine in horror
>And she's only wearing a bikini top and booty shorts
"M-m-m-m-mama?"
>Velvet just stares at you, beyond horrified
>A second later, she realizes how much of her own body is exposed, and tries to cover more of her breasts with her hands
>"Twilight! You know you shouldn't be in a place like this! This is a--"
>You start freaking out, immediately curling into a little terrified ball at the base of the stripper pole
>The biker chick from earlier just shakes her head, as if to say "not even touching this one," and leaves
"I'm s-s-sorry mama! I promise I'm n-not like this! I'm r-r-r-really not! Please don't hate me, please d-don't hate me, please don't hate me..."
>You start grabbing at your hair, trying to think of an explanation
"I'm j-just trying to do research for m-my, uh.. .s-school project! On lesbian c-c-culture! And then I, uh... saw this p-pole and my, uh... s-shirt fell off..."
>Nearly everyone in the bar is staring at you now
"I'm j-just so lonely! Please don't h-hate me! I'm j-just... s-so lonely..."
>You start to cry, in front of everyone
>Velvet, for a moment, can only stare
>And then her motherly instincts kick in
>Not caring that she's just a forty-year-old woman dressed like a rave slut, she sprints to your side and wraps her arms around you in a warm, comforting hug
>"Of course I don't hate you, Twily. I never would. Let's just... let's just get you out of here, okay?"
>The moment her arms circle you, you lean into Velvet's embrace, trying really hard to stop from crying
>You can't, but you feel yourself beginning to calm down as she pulls your body against hers
>Since you're about a foot shorter than she is, your head ends up resting against her barely-covered breasts
>She's so warm and soft; even if she's your mom, it feels indescribably good to have someone else touching you
>Acting like they love you...
>You nuzzle your face against her chest, wishing you could stay like this forever
>Unfortunately you can't, because you're currently sitting in a weird family-issues heap in the middle of a lesbian nightclub
>"Come on, sweetie. Let's go home."
>Velvet takes ahold of your hand, helping you to stand
 
>Together, the two of you talk out of the club
>You keep yourself pressed against her, finding warmth and security with your face on her chest
>She leads you to her car, which is parked just outside the place
"I'm s-s-so sorry..."
>"You've got nothing to apologize for, sweetie."
"W-what I did was g-g-gross... and w-wrong..."
>"No!"
>Velvet grips your hand, squeezing it
>"There's nothing wrong with you. Here, let's..."
>She sighs
>"Let's go get ourselves some dinner and forget this happened, alright? I'll take you to that Hibachi place you love."
>Kisses your forehead, and you feel your crying beginning to subside
"O-okay," you sniffle
 
>But when you get into the car with your mom, a very obvious question starts to tickle the back of your mind
>As Velvet pulls out of the club's parking lot and into the darkened Canterlot streets, you nudge her shoulder
"Hey, m-m-mom?"
>"What is it, sweetie?"
>Her voice is gentle and motherly, but you can hear the slight tinge of nervousness coloring it
>She knows what you're going to ask
"Why were y-you there? And, um, w-why are you dressed like..."
>Velvet blushes furiously, trying to turn herself in such a way that shields her skimpiness
>"I, uh, well, you see, sweetie..."
>She lifts a hand to her mouth, starting to chew her hails
>On her wrist, she's got a bracelet that reads "Bad Bytch"
>"I was, you know..."
>Velvet sighs, and you notice that she's blinking back tears of her own
>"I've been... lonely. Since the divorce with your father. I thought I'd try something different, and I liked it. A lot. I'm... sorry if that upsets you. I love you just as much as I ever have. I just... I was so lonely..."
"I... I'm sorry, mom. I didn't know."
>You curl up in the carseat, tucking your legs against your chest
>She's been lonely too?
>You sneak a glance at Velvet, your brain trying to process what you just heard
>She's like you?
>How much of what you've felt-- the confusion, the shame, and the guilt --has she been going through too?
>Your eyes trail down her body, and you realize that her right hand is resting on her thigh while her left grips the wheel
>With shaking fingers, you reach out and take ahold of that hand, squeezing it like you would when you were little
>Velvet looks surprised, for a moment
>Then she squeezes you back
>"You know... how about we just go home, sweetie? How does that sound?
>You nod
"I'd l-like that."
 
>At some point, you must have dozed off
>When you wake up, you're alone in the car
>There's nothing around you except darkness, and the sound of something scratching at the roof of the car
"H-hello? Who's there?"
>"Onii-chan~"
"What?"
>"Oniiiiiii-chan~"
>Something large, dark, and with too many legs skitters past the window
>Immediately, cold sweat drenches the back of your neck
"Please! W-who's there? I d-d-don't want any trouble!"
>You try to scoot backwards in the car, but there's something behind you
>No... multiple somethings
>Dozens of chittering bodies press against you, scrabbling against your bare skin with their horrible feelers
"N-no! Help! S-s-someone help!"
>"Onii-chaaaan~"
"NOOOO!"
 
>"Twilight!"
>Velvet shakes you awake, staring at you with concern
>You glance around wildly, your heart hammering in your chest
"O-oh, I... I m-must have had a bad dream."
>Velvet smiles at you, wiping sweat from your forehead
>"Well, we're home now, sweetie. C'mere."
>She hooks one arm under your legs and one under your shoulder, lifting you up into the air
>The strain is evident on her face, but she bears your weight
>"Just like when you were little. Remember?"
"H-hah, yeah..."
>You lay your head on her shoulder and let her carry you inside
 
>There's something cozy and safe about being in your own living room after such a chaotic day
>And that feeling is intensified tenfold while your mom's holding you
>As you curl into the warmth of her embrace, you wish you'd never have to leave
>She runs her fingers through your hair, cooing to you in a way you haven't heard since you were five
>"So? Whaddaya wanna do, sweetie?"
"H-huh?"
>"We've got the whole night to ourselves, now. Since, you know, neither of us have a date..."
>She's blushing a little now
>"We could have our own little date night, right? Just the two of us. If you want to, of course..."
"Y-yeah! Definitely!"
>You give Velvet a little squeeze
"I, um... I've h-honestly kinda missed getting to spend time w-w-with you."
>"Aww."
>She kisses your forehead, and your entire face starts to tingle
>"I've missed being with you too, sweetie. I'm really sorry we drifted apart."
"N-no! It's not your fault at all! I w-w-was kinda of, um..."
>You lay your chin on her shoulder, looking at the ground
"I was k-kind of avoiding you. I thought if you found out t-that I'm... y-you know... that you'd be upset."
>Velvet lays her hand on your side, gently rubbing along your body
>"Upset? Sweetie, there's nothing wrong with the way you are. In fact... I'm kinda happy to hear it."
"R-r-really?"
>"Of course. It means I'm not alone anymore. It means we can... we can figure this out together."
>In the darkness of your living room, you can see Velvet smiling as she holds back tears
>"And besides, no matter how you are, I'll always love you."
>She kisses you again, on the cheek this time
>"No matter what."
>For a moment, you can't think of anything to say
>You feel breathless, and your head is swimming
>She's being so nice to you...
>You can't even remember the last time anyone was this loving towards you
>When you try to speak, your tongue feels thick and heavy in your mouth
"I, uh... y-you..."
>"Hmm?"
"Y-y-y-you want me to make dinner!? For our d-d-d-date! It c-can be a dinner date, I mean!"
>Smooth
>"You'd make dinner for me?"
"I, uh... I c-c-can try..."
>"That sounds great!"
"C-c-cool. I'll j-just, um... s-stand up now..."
>You plant one foot on the floor, then the other, and begin to pull yourself up
>As you do, though, your hand trails across your mom's chest, pressing against it to balance yourself
>Due to the skimpiness of her bikini top, you can feel all the warmth of her breasts seeping into your palm
>Her skin is like silk against yours, and you swear you can feel little goosebumps along her curves
>Velvet smiles, not seeming to mind that your practically groping her
>"What'll you make?"
"I, uh..."
>Shit, that's a good question
>The most complex thing you've ever cooked is a Hot Pocket
"W-well, uh, I c-c-could..."
>You glance over at the kitchen, wondering what might be over there
"...uh..."
>Quick, Twilight, think of a food you like
"P-Pop Tarts! I could make P-Pop Tarts!"
>Velvet just stares at you for a moment
"I m-mean, uh..."
>She throws her head back, laughing hysterically
>"Pop-Tarts? That's our fancy dinner?"
>You start to wring your hands
"I, uh... I c-can do better! I'm sorry..."
>"No! No, that's fine! Pop-Tarts are fine!"
>Velvet clutches her stomach, laughing so hard she's crying
>"There should be some in the pantry," she says, wiping tears from her face
"O-okay..."
>Velvet watches you walk into the kitchen, still clutching her abdomen as little giggle-fits rock her body
>"Good Lord, Twilight... I love you so much."
"I-I love you too! A l-lot!"
>You make a little kissy-face at her, which makes Velvet giggle
>She returns it, blowing you a kiss
>Your heart flutters, and the place where she kissed you earlier still feels tingly and warm
>Turning your back to her, you attempt a walk halfway between "sexy strut" and "excited skipping"
>Unfortunately, the end result ends up making you look you're walking while trying to carry a water balloon between your butt cheeks
>Your sock-clad foot slips on the kitchen tile, and you go spilling to the ground with a *smack*
>"Twilight! Are you okay!?"
>She jumps up from the couch, ready to rush in and help you
"I'm f-fine! Just f-fell, heh..."
>You stand up and brush yourself off
>Your entire body is coursing with nervous energy, and not just from almost busting your ass
>She cares about you so much!
 
>You hum a little tune to yourself as you return to the living room with a plate of freshly-toasted brown-cinnamon Pop Tarts
>As you enter, you pause to flick off the lights, shrouding the room in darkness
>"Twilight?"
"I t-thought it might be more moody this way. Y-you know, for our d-d-date..."
>Velvet chuckles
>"That's my girl. So romantic~"
>She crosses her legs, scooting to one side to make room for you on the couch
>You place the plate of Pop Tarts on the table, then head over to the TV
"You w-wanna watch something?"
>"Sure! What're you feeling?"
"W-well, uh..."
>The palms of your hands are strangely sweaty, for some reason
>But you know the perfect movie to throw on
>It's one she used to show you all the time when you were a kid
>And best yet, it's easily the best romance movie ever made
>Sure, this date's with your mom, but...
>It still feels right to put on something romantic, especially with what the two of you have been through lately
>You reach into the DVD drawer beneath the TV set and pull out your old, battered copy of The Princess Bride
>Velvet beams when she sees it
>"Good choice, sweetie."
"I k-know, right? It's b-been so long since we've seen this."
>"It has, hasn't it?"
>You slide the DVD into the player, then return to the couch to sit with your mom
>She's left you an entire square of it to yourself, but you don't care
>You sit right up against her, resting your head on her shoulder
>Velvet smiles, and wraps her arm around you
>You snuggle into her side, breathing in the clean, flowery scent of her perfume
"I m-miss doing this..."
>"Me too. I can't believe I haven't held my baby girl in so long."
>She rests her head atop yours, nuzzling your chin
>And then the movie starts
 
>From the first few minutes, and the first "as you wish," Velvet's eyes start getting misty
>She sniffles a little, pulling you tighter against her
>Neither of you say anything, but you're pretty sure what she's thinking
>Mostly because you're thinking the same thing
>You don't want to ever drift away from her again
>In fact, if you could, you'd sit in this little embrace forever, with your head on her shoulder and the gentle rise and fall of her chest next next to yours
 
>Halfway through, you're starting to drift off
>As much as you love this movie, you're just too damn comfy to fall asleep
>Plus, the thought of falling asleep in Velvet's arms makes you so happy you could cry
>Just as your eyes are starting to close, though, Velvet takes her arm from around you and starts to fidde with the straps of her bikini
>When she notices she woke you up, she glances over at you
>"Sorry, honey."
>She slips a finger under both the bikini's cups, adjusting them
>"This is just a... a little uncomfortable."
>You sit up, awake now
"Oh. S-sorry."
>"Not your fault. I can't believe I thought this horrible getup would be a good idea."
"I d-dunno, I think it l-l-looks really good on you."
>You speak the line before you realize how weird it probably sounds
>Velvet glances over at you, her face unreadable
"I m-mean, you pull it off well! Because your b-b-body works really well for it."
>That didn't make things any better
"Just, y-you know, it makes you l-look really, uh... n-nice. Not like s-sexy or anything. Well to other people p-probably but, you know... j-just nice. You look nice."
>You can feel your face burning with embarrassment now, so you just shut up
>Velvet stares for a second more, then her face breaks out into a smile
>"Awww. You really like this?"
"Y-yeah! You look great!"
>"You sure? I was a bit worried about it. But if my little girl likes it..."
>She strikes a quick pose
>"Then that's good enough for me!"
"Y-yeah..."
>You cross your legs, not sure what to do now
>Velvet stares down at her bikini top, frowning
>"Still... it's starting to chafe a bit..."
"Oh, n-no! It's totally cool if you w-want to take it off! I'm j-just glad I got to see it, you know."
>"You're sure in a flattering mood tonight," Velvet says with a bit of a cheeky smile
"Yeah. I'm r-really happy."
>You give her a nervous smile
>She reaches over to touch your face, returning it
>"Me too. Now, time to get out of this horrible thing..."
>Velvet raises her hands to the bikini's ties
>"Oh, wait, what am I thinking? All my things are upstairs. Bleh..."
>She's about to stand, but stops
>"I really don't feel like going upstairs. It, uh... it wouldn't be too awkward if I just took this off, would it, sweetie?"
"J-just took it off?"
>"Yeah, you're right. I don't want to gross you out--"
"N-no!"
>Your outburst seems to startle her
"I m-mean, uh... it wouldn't gross me out. Your m-my mom. I don't have any problem s-s-seeing your body. It's r-r-really nice. N-not in that way, of c-course! Just, you know... you always look pretty and... it w-won't bother me!"
>Velvet raises an eyebrow
>"You're sure this isn't gross? Because if you want me too, I'll change."
"It's n-not gross."
>"Ha, alright."
>In one quick motion, she unties her bikini and lets it fall away from her chest
>Her breasts, free of their confines, flop down against her chest like two huge, smooth scoops of vanilla ice cream
>You stare for a second, then tear your eyes away when you realize what you're doing
>They're... they're so big
>Like you know they would be, but... damn
>You can't help but feel a little jealous, thinking of how your own barely qualify as A-cups
>Velvet breathes a sigh of relief, stretching out on the couch
>Which, of course, just makes them jiggle
>"Good Lord, that feels good..."