Incest-How Dash Got Her Awesome Back by Anonymous


                                            >Your son walks out of his room, wearing his sports clothes.

                                            >You wouldn’t normally see the point, but Twilight told you long ago that Anon needs clothes because his skin is way more sensitive than yours.

                                            >"I’m heading out to play hoofball.”

                                            ”Whoa! Hold on there sport.”

                                            >”What’s up mom?”

                                            “Don’t you think you’re forgetting something?” you ask holding your cheek out for him.

                                            >Anon groans, “Ah mom! C’mon, I’m fifteen! I don’t need to- would you stop already?!”

                                            >You’re just holding that pose, floating closer and closer to him.

                                            >”FIne!” He pecks you quickly on the cheek and tries to dart for the door, but he’s too slow for you.

                                            >”Argh! Knock it off mom!” he says, trying to escape the noogie you’re giving him.

                                            “That’s for keeping me waiting. Now go have an awesome time out on the field!”

                                            >He pushes off of you, a little rougher than you were expecting.

                                            >”Psh, nopony says ‘awesome’ anymore mom…” he says with frustration.

                                            >And with that he’s out the door.

                                            >He didn’t even say goodbye…

                                            >Maybe it’s silly to expect your bubbly little monkey boy to keep saying, “goodbye, I love you mommy” now that he’s a young man, but it kind of hurts that he didn’t even say goodbye.

                                            >All you got was another clue that you’re behind on the times.

                                            >When did that happen?

                                            >You were the coolest pony alive!

                                            >Than you found Anon and decided to leave the Wonderbolts Reserves to raise your little green alien.

                                            >Time flew by so fast…

                                            >Did it really go past you?

                                            >Are you really undeniably, unquestionably, uncoo-

                                            >NO!


                                            >No way.

                                            >You’re Rainbow Dash!

                                            >Maybe you just got a little behind is all.

                                            >Maybe that’s why Nonny won’t even say goodbye to you.

                                            >Yeah! Once you show him that you’re totally cool, he’ll be begging to give you goodbye kissies!

                                            >Just need to see what is cool to Anon.

                                            >And what better place to find out then…

                                            >You push open the door to his room.

                                            >It smells like him.

                                            >That and a bit like peanut butter too.

                                            “Alright champ, let’s see what you’ve got here…”

                                            >HIs room hasn’t changed much since you saw it last.

                                            >Which judging by the mess in here probably means it’s been far too long.

                                            >The same posters are on his wall.

                                            >No new toys or records that you can see.

                                            >Your first edition Daring Do collection on his wall still.

                                            >You may not like his music, but at least you both still have great taste in books.

                                            “C’mon Non, gimmie something to work with here.”

                                            >If you were you.. which you are…

                                            >Okay, new strategy, if you were Anon… where would you keep things you like to talk about.

                                            >Notes? Anon has a ton of friends so he must have notes around here somewhere.

                                            >A thorough searching of his bags reveal… nothing.

                                            >Just a bunch of egghead stuff.

                                            >That and a bunch of doodles about his teacher.

                                            “Haha, Twilight Porkle.”

                                            >You’ll be keeping this for when Anon gets lazy about taking out the trash.

                                            >Wait, there’s some paper poking out of his mattress.

                                            >Of course he’d keep it there…


                                            “Thanks Nonny, now I’ll be sure to show you just how cool I am with this… copy of Playcolt magazine?!”

                                            >Oh sweet Celestia this is not what you thought it was going to be!

                                            >The worn magazine lands haphazardly on Anon’s bed.

                                            >The front and back are spread out facing up.

                                            >What the?!

                                            “Wonderbolts Special featuring LIGHTNING DUST!?”

                                            >That cunt made it into the Wonderbolts?!

                                            >Was probably only because you dropped out to raise Anon.

                                            >Your wonderful boy who has been looking at… pictures, of that bitch?

                                            >No. Nononono, this was unacceptable.

                                            >Just like looking at this magazine is unacceptable…

                                            >Right?

                                            >Well it is pretty worn…

                                            >So he must “read” it a lot…

                                            >Maybe you’ll just check in on Lightning, she probably had to do the magazine to stay on as a Wonderbolt or something, no way she looks good now.

                                            >You flip to her section in the magazine, ignoring the slight stains and stickiness of some of the pages before it… and on it.

                                            “Whoa! She… She’s!”

                                            >Psh! Whatever, your barrel would probably look like that if you starved yourself like she probably did.

                                            >And besides, she’s never raised a kid either, you’d look way better than her if you just stayed in the reserves.

                                            >Yeah, they’d be begging you to do a Wonderbolt’s Special.

                                            >And you could totally do better poses than Lightning Dust too.

                                            >Look at that centerfold.

                                            >Anypony could do something like that!

                                            >You just put your forelegs forward and lean all the way back.

                                            >Spread the wings and raise your tail and..

                                            >”MOM!? Wh- What are you doing in my room!?”


                                            >You are Anon.

                                            >Mom is posing so her pus-

                                            “AH! Geez mom, get off my bed!” you shout, covering your eyes with your arm.

                                            >She jumps and tumbles off the side of your bed judging by the sound.

                                            >”N-n-Nonny? Wh-what are you doing here?!”

                                            “I…I came to get m- th-that’s not important, get out of m-“

                                            >You see your magazine spread out on your bed.

                                            >It’s open to the centerfold page.

                                            >Was she looking at…

                                            >Why the hell do you care?!

                                            “Wh-where did you find that?!”

                                            >”Calm down Anon, it’s not a big deal” she groans, rubbing the back of her head.

                                            >The heat coming off of your face is coming from a source of rage or embarrassment, but you’re not sure which.

                                            ”Yeah, not a big deal. Just my mom finding my porn!”

                                            >If she’s not leaving then you are.

                                            >Blue forearms wrap around your torso from behind as mom starts pulling you back.

                                            >”Hold on there sport, I have mom things to tell you!” she grunts, dragging you back towards your bed.

                                            “Lemme go!”

                                            >”No… just sit… there!” she heaves you backwards onto your bed.

                                            >The back of your head hits your magazine.

                                            >This just makes you jump upright, which has you face to face with an angry glare from your mom’s deep pink eyes.

                                            >She rarely looks at you like that, but that’s the few times when she wants to be serious.

                                            >The scarlet on her muzzle looks as bright as yours feels.

                                            >Her hooves move onto your shoulders and her expression softens.

                                            >”Alright… I didn’t realize I had to have this talk with you so soon, but I guess just like I raised you, you do everything fast” she gives you a nervous giggle.

                                            >You just continue avoiding her eyes.


                                            >”Look champ, it’s okay that you have… that” she nods to a spot behind you, “You’re a growing colt, a young stallion now.”

                                            >Does your face feel hotter?

                                            >”Heh, I wonder if I even have to give you this talk, I bet you’ve got mares diving all over you” she slugs your arm, letting you know that serious time is over.

                                            >Your eyes water up a bit.

                                            >”N-nonny?”

                                            “W-well… not… not exactly…”

                                            >”What do you mean champ?” her voice sounds truly concerned.

                                            “I mean that I’ve got friends and stuff… teammates… but whenever I’ve asked… they…”

                                            >Mom pulls your face into her chest and she rubs the back of your head with a hoof.

                                            >”Aww, don’t worry about that Non, I know that you’ll find a girl who really likes you for you. You’re my awesome son after all, nopoony’s going to resist you. Just you see!”

                                            >The coarse fur on her chest feels nice.

                                            >The slight scent of sweat and blueberries she always seems to give off is comforting too.

                                            >”Y’know… I bet I still have Lightning Dusts’ number from my time in the reserves…” she has smugly.

                                            >You push her away while she cackles and hugs herself.

                                            “MOM!”

                                            >No, don’t let her egg you on, she’ll just keep doing it.

                                            “Wh-whatever, no pony says awesome anymore by the way” you mumble.

                                            >Well, pouting isn’t flustered, so maybe she’ll just drop it.

                                            >”Oh, r-right…”

                                            >She looks, a little hurt actually.

                                            >It makes you feel guilty, despite the fact that she probably deserves it.

                                            “Hey uh, mom… maybe nopony says awesome, but talking with you was… that was pretty schway mom.”

                                            >Her ears perk up and she looks up at you.


                                            >”R-really?”

                                            >Her tail flicks once.

                                            “Yeah mom, really.”

                                            >”YES!” she shouts, giving a hoof pump, "Oh uh, wait… that’s a good thing right?” she asks sternly.

                                            >You can’t help but let out a chuckle at how behind she is.

                                            “Yes mom, it’s a good thing.”

                                            >She floats back down be eye level with you.

                                            >What is she doi-

                                            >”So Nonny, what kind of girls do you like?” she asks, smug grin plastered on her face.

                                            “Mom! Come on, I thought we were done with this!”

                                            >”We’re done we’re done,” she says holding out her hooves in a “relax” kind of way,  "Just asking a question is all…”

                                            >She’s trying to get a rise out of you again.

                                            “I… I don’t like any 'kind' of girls alright…”

                                            >You swallow hard, this is not a talk you want to have right now. Especially not with her.

                                            >”Oh? I dunno Champ, sure seemed like you really liked that whorse Lightning Dust.”

                                            >Okay, the blood flooding your cheeks has to be taking it all from your brain right?

                                            >You’re just going to pass out or die now or something right?

                                            “Sh-she just has the most pictures is all… I don’t really like her looks that much.”

                                            >The hell?!

                                            >Why are you sa-

                                            >”Oh yeah? Are you sure? Some of those pages look pretty used…”

                                            >Damn it she got you!


                                            >You’re so flustered now you can’t think straight.

                                            “Y-Yes I’m sure! I like you much better than Lighting Dust!”

                                            >A silence hangs in the air for a moment.

                                            >Oh fuck.

                                            >You admitted it!

                                            >Mom’s frozen, gaping at you.

                                            >This is your chance!

                                            >Just run, go!

                                            >Be a hobo in Manehattan, you heard it’s the best place to hobo!

                                            >You try getting up only to realize a hoof is bearing down on your shoulder, holding you in place.

                                            >”N-now let’s all chill out there Sport… what do you mean you like me better?”

                                            >Damn you legs!

                                            >Why didn’t you move faster?

                                            >You could’ve been a hobo!

                                            “I…I-I-I didn’t mean… I meant to say…”

                                            >She's just looking at you hesitantly.

                                            >Like a debate is going on in her mind.

                                            >And whatever you say next will make her decision for you.

                                            >She’s probably choosing to kick you out.

                                            >Or call the ponice on you.

                                            >Maybe if you just tell her the truth she’ll just kick you out?

                                            “I… like the way you look better than Lightning Dust…”

                                            >You slowly raise your head back up from its hanging state.

                                            >She’s biting her bottom lip, the conflicting look on her face is still there.

                                            >You just look at her, awaiting your sentence.

                                            >”Wh-what… what do you like about me that’s better?"


                                            >You can't even brain right now.

                                            >Mom is looking at you expectantly.

                                            >"W-well?"

                                            >The red on her face could be anger or... something else for all you know.

                                            >Might as well die an honest man.

                                            "Y-your... You have a bigger butt."

                                            >Mom's eyes widen and she glances back to her seated rump.

                                            >She turns back with another smirk on her face.

                                            >"So, you like flanks eh Champ? You should be looking at earth pony girls then, not twiggy pegasii, especially not that stick Lightning."

                                            >You start to protest.

                                            >That she has an amazing butt.

                                            >But your brain is chugging along just enough to stop you.

                                            >So the result is a babble of words.

                                            >Mom giggles.

                                            >Giggles?

                                            >"So, anything else you like Non?" you think she sounds... genuinely curious, but that can't be right can it?

                                            "I like your... color."

                                            >"What like my mane? Yeah I guess it is pretty wild."

                                            "No... I mean... N-nevermind."

                                            >"No, come on, we're already in this far... what did you mean?"

                                            "I meant... your... come on, don't make me say it. I like your 'color'."

                                            >She stares at your clasped hands.

                                            >You part them slightly and her confused face shifts to one of realization.

                                            >"You mean my..." she looks back again, raising her rainbow tail.

                                            >"Wow kiddo, didn't think you were looking."

                                            >You start doubling over, feeling helpless in this situation.


                                            >A hoof presses into your forehead.

                                            >Mom raises your head to look at her.

                                            >Her face is scrutinizing yours.

                                            >"How do I know you're not lying to me though."

                                            "Wh-what?"

                                            >She floats onto your bed, facing away from you, tail raised up slightly.

                                            >An earthy smell tickles your nose as she passed.

                                            >"Look at the magazine again... I want you to be sure Anon."

                                            >You look down to your treasured magazine and back up to your mom.

                                            >She's currently looking back at you, "Well? How can I be sure you really like me better."

                                            >You shift on the bed so you're fitting facing your mom and pick up your magazine.

                                            >You flip to the centerfold page and look back up at your mom.

                                            >"Got it? Alright, now you better be honest with me here!"

                                            >She presses her upper body closer to your bed and her supple rump inches closer to you.

                                            >"So? What do you have to say?"

                                            >You don't even need to look at the magazine, you've seen it hundreds of times, nor do you have to look at mom, you've been looking for a few months.

                                            "Yours is still bigger mom... it's really nice."

                                            >"Nice? You think this is nice? Go on and grab a feel Champ."

                                            >You died.

                                            >At some point on your way home you died.

                                            >Chariot hit you.

                                            >Lightning maybe.

                                            >Doesn't matter. You died, because this can't be real.

                                            >Your hand shakily finds it's way onto your mom's cheek.

                                            >She twitches a little, but quickly settles back into your hand.

                                            >"G-go on Non, really grab it..."


                                            >You squeeze the warm supple rump pressing into your palm.

                                            >It's really firm.

                                            >"Mmm, you feel that sport? That's all muscle right there! Nothing Lighting Dust would have back there."

                                            "Y-yeah..."

                                            >Your boner aches, throbbing to demand release from its prison.

                                            >"Nnn... come on closer Non" Mom squeaks as you continue rubbing her butt.

                                            >You shuffle closer so you're sitting just before your mom's voluptuous rump.

                                            >She raises it higher so her crotch is in line with your face.

                                            >"Alright kiddo, I... I'm betting you never got a good look at my 'color' so lemme make sure it's not just your imagination."

                                            >Her tail raises higher, so it's up and over her flank.

                                            >Flicking her tail wafts her scent into your face.

                                            >It's a sweaty... no, it's musky, and rich.

                                            >Your member is so full of blood now that it hurts.

                                            >The beautiful pink color of her lips is just before you.

                                            "Mom it's... you have a very beautiful color..."

                                            >Her tail flicks against her flank.

                                            >"Yeah? Well maybe you... you should try getting a closer look? J-just to be sure you know."

                                            >You shuffle a little closer, the back of mom's hooves are touching your crossed shins.

                                            >Her smell is intoxicating, you can't help but breath in her arousal deeply.

                                            >You let out a long exhale, her body twitches a little and you can hear her stifle a moan.

                                            >"Nonny... I want to help you out. Train you y'know? So that no marefriend you get is gonna think you can't be a stallion..." Her breathing is heavy.

                                            >"J-just put your hands up where it was before."

                                            >You happily take handfuls of mom's ass.

                                            >She bucks back against your hands at the sudden contact.

                                            >"Nn! Yeah... just like that... now just use... use your tongue Ch-Champ..."

                                            >Your faces inches closer towards your mom's moist nethers.


                                            >The heat coming off of her tickles your face.

                                            >Your tongue extends out of your mouth and makes contact with her glistening marehood.

                                            >You mom tenses at your touch and lets out a breathy moan.

                                            >Her taste is a little bitter, but you love it.

                                            >You keep lapping at the arousal leaking from your mom's beautiful pink lips.

                                            >She lets out squeaks and moans as you do so.

                                            >You can hear a soft squishing sound that matches the small contraction mom's lips give your tongue as keep licking.

                                            >You back away to catch your breath and see her clit winking at you.

                                            >The pink pearl was the source of the squelshing.

                                            >It's mesmerizing to watch her pussy wink, knowing you were the reason.

                                            >"Hah! Non... D-don't leave a mare waiting like this" Mom gasps.

                                            >Your hands pull her rump in separate directions.

                                            >The pink slit parts slightly, her winking makes each side of her quiver in anticipation of your nearing tongue.

                                            >You plunge it deep into her velvety depths.

                                            >Mom's ponut is poking your nose, but the only thing you smell is her heavenly arousal.

                                            >This close approach makes her clit wink right into your chin.

                                            >Peppering it with with lewd wet kisses.

                                            >You pull away and decide to try kissing it back.

                                            >So you lean further down so your lips line up with her rapidly winking pearl.

                                            >The moment it exposes itself you strike.

                                            >"Anon, What's ta-AH! Oh! No-AH!"

                                            >Mom tenses tight, her wings flare out and her head raises putting her back into a deep arch.

                                            >You're so caught up in the sight that a gush of her maregasm splashes against your chin.

                                            >Her moans are loud and guttural.

                                            >You can see her pussy quivering rapidly, as her clit winks in conjunction with her maregasm, more fluids squirt out before reduced to a slight drip.

                                            >She flops onto the sheets, damp with her own arousal, completely spent.


                                            >Her breathing is heavy and her rear legs kick weakly as she tried to regain some composure.

                                            >"Hah... That was... g-great Ch-Champ..." she mumbles.

                                            >Her head turns slowly to look back at you.

                                            >"Oh my poor little colt... I can't half ass your training... take off your clothes kiddo... come join mommy" she says, eyes burning with lust.

                                            >You scramble to throw off your clothes.

                                            >It was sports stuff so no butons or zippers to get in your way.

                                            >In an instant you are nude and in the arms of your mother.

                                            >Her moist coat feels both cool and warm as she presses against you.

                                            >"Mmm, my little monkey boy got so big so fast..."

                                            >Mom pushes you onto your back and straddles your chest.

                                            >Her hooves are pressed into your chest as she looks down at you lustily, lovingly.

                                            >She's just breathing slowly as she looks into your eyes.

                                            >You can feel a slight tickle on the tip of your cock.

                                            >There's a smooth brushing against your groin.

                                            >You realize now that she's swishing her tail over your pelvis, just barely coming in contact with your cockhead.

                                            >She leans back slightly and you can feel a pressure on your shaft.

                                            >Mom's hoof snaked it's way back there at some point.

                                            >"Ooooh, my monkey boy got REALLY big!"

                                            >You inhale sharply as she begins stroking you gently.

                                            >"Don't you worry Sport... Mommy's going to take care of everything..."

                                            >She slides back, her arousal leaves a warm glistening trail going from your chest down to your pelvis.

                                            >Your member is encompassed by mom's firm rump.

                                            "Ah!" your hands reach out and latch on to mom's flanks.

                                            >"You like that Nonny? I knew you would... my sweet boy, just relax and let me show you everything you need to know..."

                                            >She rises slightly.

                                            >Her hoof guides your the tip of your dick to her entrance.


                                            >You can feel the quivering caused by her winking on you.

                                            >"Just take in everything you can Champ... Otherwise this training is mmf... a waste."

                                            >She lowers herself slowly onto you.

                                            >The heat you can feel enveloping your member is incredible!

                                            >Your hands squeeze her flanks and your hips buck foreword

                                            >"Ah! Non! Just be patient kiddo... you can't rush a mare like that... let her enjoy you."

                                            >You fight every urge to pull your mom down on top of you.

                                            >She lowers herself fully onto your phallus.

                                            >Mom's fur is brushing along your thin pubes and you can feel her clit winking into your pelvis.

                                            >"Hah! S-so... full!" she moans.

                                            >You can feel her velvety soft walls contract around your cock.

                                            >Already trying to milk it for it's seed.

                                            >"Alright... lemme give you another thing to love Nonny" she says between heavy breaths.

                                            >Mom starts rising up off of you.

                                            >You can feel her walls contract in protest, the result's is a very hot, wet, and firm tugging sensation on your manhood.

                                            "Oh! Mom!"

                                            >Your fingers dig into her flanks.

                                            >"Mnn, n-not so rough Sport... some mares don't like that..."

                                            >You can't let go, as much as you try.

                                            >She raises herself so only your head is still in her warmth.

                                            >The air around your shaft feels cold now that her arousal is coating it.

                                            >But she fixes that as her plot goes back down onto you.

                                            >Your hips buck up when her waist presses against yours.

                                            >She squeaks and you can see her wings flare out briefly.

                                            >She raises herself again, all the way out until just the tip of of your cock is barely inside her pink slit.

                                            >You can feel her pussy quiver in desperation around your sensitive tip.


                                            >She gives it what it wants though as she slams down on to you.

                                            >A muffled wet slap sound cuts through the thick air.

                                            >Mom leans forward so her forehooves press into your chest.

                                            >She starts moving up and down on your manhood at a rapid pace now.

                                            >She's so hot.

                                            >So tight.

                                            >The feeling is incredible!

                                            >Her pink eyes look so hungry as she stares into yours.

                                            "Ah! Mom! I can't..."

                                            >"It's okay Champ! You did great! Just let go Nonny!" she moans.

                                            >Her eyes shut tight as her head rears up and her wings flare out.

                                            >Her pelvis slams into yours and her arms give out and fall next to your head.

                                            >You can feel her clit winking into your waist rapidly.

                                            >Mom's maregasm racks her body and she's reduced to deep moans again.

                                            >Hot fluid squirts all over your groin.

                                            >Her walls are contracting rapidly along with her clit.

                                            >Desperately trying to milk you of your seed.

                                            >It feels like she's fucking you without even moving.

                                            >You can't resist any longer.

                                            >Your arms go around her barrel and you thrust up one last time as you shoot everything you have into your mom's hot depths.

                                            >"AH! Non!" She moans loudly into your sweaty chest.

                                            >Rope after rope shoots out from your urethra, coating your mom's insides white.

                                            >Completely spent your body gives to the weight on top of it and goes completely limp.

                                            >Both you and mom are reduced to gasps and heavy breaths.

                                            >"Heh... was that schway Nonny?"

                                            >"Mom... you're... you're awesome."

                                            >She nuzzles tiredly into your chest and you sink deeper into your bed letting sleep take your spent form.