Mama Pinkie to You [Human, incest]


                                            >"Go on Nonny, try it!"

                                            >Hard to say no to that face

                                            >That pretty face, beaming with radiant energy

                                            >That ear to ear grin, and those huge expecting eyes

                                            >Framed by those pink locks, you could almost feel the beauty emanating off of it

                                            >It was your mother's face

                                            >And she was waiting, with a big smile, for you to indulge her wishes

                                            >Before you sat a cupcake

                                            >A very delicious looking cupcake, vanilla with buttercream icing

                                            >Your favorite

                                            >But there was just one thing that made you hesitant to bite into this particular cupcake

                                            "Seriously mom? You made a cupcake with your breast milk and you want me to eat it?"

                                            >She simply nods and continues to smile at you

                                            >Her expression hasn't changed a bit

                                            >You swear you can see sparkles shining and swaying in her eyes

                                            >Again, no way you can say no to this face

                                            >But it's a BREAST MILK CUPCAKE

                                            >And it's your mom

                                            >And your mom is NOT hot, no matter what people say

                                            >Sure, from an objective point of view, her beautiful face, curvaceous figure, and fun bubbly attitude are all very attractive

                                            >But she's still your mom

                                            >And that makes it not okay for you, or anyone else for that matter, to think she's hot

                                            >You are now aware that you are holding the cupcake and have peeled the wrapper back

                                            >Aw son of a bitch

                                            >There's no way

                                            >No way you can resist her

                                            >It's not Pinkie possible

                                            >The cupcake calls to you

                                            >Eh, fuck it, why not

                                            >It's not too weird, after all

                                            >Just because she made it with her breast milk doesn't mean anything se-

                                            >Wha-

                                            >How di-

                                            >You wo-

                                            >Graduated top of-

                                            >It's-

                                            >...

                                            >There really was no way of thinking properly at all

                                            >But as soon as that mind-melting moment of bliss came, it ended

                                            >You've swallowed the bite and now you can think clearly again

                                            >And of two things you were sure

                                            >One, Edward is a faggot

                                            >Two, this was the greatest cupcake you've ever tasted

                                            >You look up to your mom, who hasn't moved an inch

                                            >...

                                            >HOLY SHIT SHE'S STANDING STILL

                                            >Fuck, that never happens

                                            >"WEEEEEELL?" she says, blinking

                                            >She tenses up and brightens even more in anticipation of your answer

                                            >Is it really okay to like this cupcake?

                                            >Well, nothing this delicious could possibly be evil

                                            >Let's face it, you love this cupcake

                                            >But it's totally not because it has milk from your mom's boobs!

                                            >Let's get that one thing clear!

                                            >Well, Nonny, she's waiting

                                            >You just stare in silence, contemplating just how to tell her

                                            >And idea forms in your head

                                            >Without breaking eye contact, you live the cupcake up to your mouth and chomp another bite out of it

                                            >You stare at her and chew for a bit, before closing your eyes and giving her a warm, genuine smile

                                            >And that's when all Heaven breaks loose

                                            >You mom has you in her arms, spinning you around and seemingly trying your squeeze the life out of you

                                            >And as if your mom's warm embrace wasn't enough, her contagious laughter and beautiful smile reminded you why you love being around your mother so much

                                            >Sometimes kids at school would tease you and call you a mama's boy

                                            >They you'd tell them they were just jealous

                                            >Then they'd bust your lip

                                            >But when you came home, Pinkie Pie, your amazing mother, would be there to kiss it and make it fell better

                                            >What?!

                                            >Kisses on the lip aren't inherently sexual, they can be a sign of motherly love too!

                                            >Before you can continue your little internal rant against your own insecurities, Pinkie snaps you back to reality

                                            >"Oh, Nonnie, I'm so glad you like it! At first I was worried that you wouldn't try it because it was weird or something, but then when I saw you taking about to take a bite I was so excited I couldn't move! That's never happened to me before, can you believe it?! Though I'm pretty sure you did think it was weird at first because you looked like you were trying to fight someone while constipated when you went to take the first bite, but I'm so glad you tried it anyway and I'm REALLY REALLY glad you liked it!"

                                            >She sets you down and sighs

                                            >Suddenly, OUTTA NOWHERE, she leans over and kisses you!

                                            >Right on the lips!

                                            >The sneaky opportunistic snake!

                                            >As she smiles and looks into your eyes, you can barely stammer out a response

                                            "Uh, mom? I wasn't, uh, I wasn't hurt, you know."

                                            >She looks worried when you say this, and you swear her hair loses about ten percent of its bounce

                                            >"Oh, I know, Nonny, but, I mean, I was so happy I let my emotions overtake me. I... I'm sorry."

                                            >Oh no, one second ago your mom was happy and now she's sad!

                                            >If there's one thing you hate, it's the sigh of a sad Pinkie Pie

                                            >You've gotta salvage this quick!

                                            >You've been on internet forums before, it's time to put all you've learned about damage control to the test

                                            "Oh no, uh, it's fine! It's uh, y-you too. DAMMIT!"

                                            >She jumps back and gasps at your bad word

                                            >You've hardly ever sworn around her, or at all for that matter (yet another source of teasing)

                                            >Maximum damage control engage!

                                            "NO, mom, I'm sorry! I didn't meant that! I just, I didn't mean any of that! I guess I was just surprised by the kiss, and I didn't not like it, but, I mean. I... I'm sorry mommy. All I want is for you to be happy."

                                            >Eventually, her smile returns, but this time it's different

                                            >It's a calm smile, the kind that tells you someone is at peace

                                            >"I know, Nonny. You've always been there for me. You've always done all you can to make me happy, and I really am grateful for that."

                                            >Wew lads, it looks like you were successful

                                            >After embracing her for a while, you ask her a question that she seems delighted to hear

                                            "Say, mommy, do you have any more of those cupcakes?"

                                            >She smiles lewdly- NO, sweetly at you

                                            >"Actually, I was just about to make more."

                                            >Now it's your turn to light up like a candle

                                            "Does that mean I can -"

                                            >But before you can finish, she cuts you off with another kiss to the lips

                                            >This one is different from the others, though

                                            >She uses her lips to parts your apart a bit, and you feel some of her breath hit the inside of your lips

                                            >Tastes just like cotton candy

                                            >All to soon she breaks it off, giggling at you, or perhaps at herself for what she just did

                                            >"Sure, you can help me. But first..."

                                            >"She starts to slowly slips her shirt down, revealing a pink, lacy bra

                                            >This bra was purely decorative

                                            >You could tell by the fact that half her areolae were showing and her nipples were practically poking through the lace

                                            >"Before we can make them, you've gotta help me get more milk out"

                                            >It really is hot in this room

                                            >Yeah, that's what it is


                                            >This is it, Anonymous

                                            >Your mom is stnading next to you with a bowl

                                            >She's also completely topless

                                            >And you're going to milk her

                                            >Not because you want to, of course!

                                            >It's just that she wants to you and it'll make her happy

                                            >So you'll do it for her

                                            >"Are you ready, Nonnie?"

                                            >She says as she sways next to the bowl

                                            >You gulp and walk forward

                                            "Yeah, mommy, I'm ready."

                                            >Just like she told you, you grab her breasts and begin to roll them around like dough

                                            >It's just to get the milk flowing

                                            >This is just a chore, so you can get more of those awesome cupcakes

                                            >"Ooooh, Nonny. I had no idea you could be so good at making me feel so good."

                                            >Just ignore that

                                            >You are now aware that you're tweaking her nipples and kissing her neck

                                            >DAMMIT DAMMIT SON OF A BITCH DAMMIT

                                            >No, it's okay, it'll make the milk flow faster

                                            >"Say, Nonny? Do you... well, are you attracted to me?"

                                            >Okay, how to put this?

                                            "No."

                                            >Welp, that was blunt

                                            >She puts her hand back behind your head and begins to rub it

                                            >"Really now? I mean, I've seen the way you look at my body, and how you're really getting into this. I want you to know, Nonny, that it's okay if you feel that way about me. In fact, I'd be happier if you did."

                                            >Well, that does it

                                            >Now you have no choice but to find your own mom sexy

                                            >After all, you have to make her happy, right?

                                            >She turns to her left and looks at you, your hands still massaging her generous bust

                                            >"So tell me, Nonny? How do you really feel about me?"

                                            "I-"

                                            >Wait a sec

                                            >Showing, not telling, worked earlier, why not now?

                                            "Let me show you instead"

                                            >You take your left hand off her boob, still massaging her other one with your right hand

                                            >You slowly run it down belly, down her pelvis, and down her panties

                                            >Bingo