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Derpy Mom (incest, nsfw)

By OniiChansFables
Created: 2020-10-29 17:30:48
Expiry: Never

  1. >Be Derpy
  2. >You sigh as you make your way back up to your front porch
  3. >Another bad date
  4. >You just don't know what went wrong!
  5. >You've raised your kids on your own for years now, but here lately you've been hitting the dating scene hard, with no luck
  6. >You hadn't been interested in finding a guy before, but after...
  7. >...after something happened, you decided that you need a guy in your life again
  8. >A guy other than your son, that is
  9. >You open the door to find Anon and Dinky playing Mario Kart in the living room
  10. >They both greet you and ask how it went
  11. >You decide to spare them the cringe-inducing details and say that it went well
  12. >They know that you're lying, but they play along
  13. >You stand behind the couch, watching them play for a moment
  14. >Without a thought, your hand finds itself on Anon's shoulder
  15. >Your fingers gently massage into his muscles, and he reaches up to touch your hand and smile
  16. >Oh no, not again
  17. >You give him a big goofy grin as you try to force the bad thoughts out of your mind
  18. >Making the appropriate excuses, you retreat to your bedroom
  19. >You strip down to your underwear and climb into bed
  20. >But you can already tell that you're too...
  21. >...excited...to go to sleep
  22. >You reach into your nightstand and grab your toy, but your mind is already betraying you with thoughts of your son
  23. >You push them away and try to think about your date
  24. >Whatshisface, or whatever his name was
  25. >Everything is going fine for the first few pumps, but the man above you in your fantasy is swiftly replaced by your handsome son
  26. >You freeze, whimpering pathetically as the toy continues buzzing away inside you
  27. >You can't escape it
  28. >Slowly your wrist resumes its movements as you resign yourself to this disgusting situation
  29. >You quickly reach the most shameful orgasm in your life since the last time this happened, and you switch the toy off
  30. >You hate yourself
  31. >Grabbing your phone, you open up the dating app and start scrolling
  32. >You need to find a boyfriend
  33. >Before you do something you regret
  34.  
  35. >After so many bad dates in a row, you decided to take a break
  36. >You squeezed your pillow as you stared at the wall
  37. >After laying in the darkness for what felt like hours, you flip over and check the clock
  38. >It's been fifteen minutes
  39. >Throwing the covers back, you climb out of bed and make your way towards the door
  40. >You stop yourself before you open it and look down
  41. >You're wearing nothing but a pair of panties
  42. >Oops
  43. >You grab a big shirt out of your closet and pull it on to cover up, before you head out into the hallway
  44. >Lights flash from under Dinky's door as she plays her games late into the night
  45. >You need to be extra quiet
  46. >After a short tiptoe, you're at your destination:
  47. >Your son's bedroom door
  48. >Your heart is beating at a thousand miles per hour as you quietly knock
  49. >A quiet, groggy voice invites you in
  50. >You slowly push the door open and peek your head inside
  51. "H-hey sweetie. Uh, I was just...I...do you mind if I sleep in here tonight?"
  52. >He blinks a few times and stares back in confusion
  53. >You shuffle nervously under his gaze
  54. "I'm just...I've been feeling really lonely lately..."
  55. >Your voice cracks like you're about to cry
  56. >You feel pathetic
  57. >After a few moments, he tells you that it's okay
  58. >You can tell that he thinks it's weird, but you'll take what you can get right now
  59. >As you step into his room and close the door behind you, a familiar 'excitement' starts to build inside you
  60. >What the hell is wrong with you?
  61. >You quickly step over to his bed and climb under the covers
  62. >You press yourself into him, and his arm hesitantly falls to wrap around your back
  63. >He's a head taller than you, so you easily fold yourself into his embrace
  64. >Your face is buried in the crook of his neck
  65. >God he smells so good
  66. "...Thank you, Anon"
  67. >After a moment, he assures you that it's no problem
  68. >His hand gently rubs your back as your mind subjects you to lurid and inappropriate thoughts
  69. >You really hope you're going to be able to sleep tonight without your toy
  70.  
  71. >Be Anon
  72. >It's morning
  73. >You glance down at your sleeping mother as her eyes flutter open and look up at you
  74. >Well, one of them at least
  75. >She smiles as she hugs tightly against you as you push your knees forward to hold her away from your morning wood
  76. >"Mmph~ Good morning sweetie...did you sleep well?"
  77. >No
  78. "Yeah..."
  79. >She breaks the hug to slide back from you and sit up so that she can stretch
  80. >The shirt she's wearing as pajamas is so big that the neck hole falls across one of her shoulders, baring it for the whole world to see
  81. >You feel a little weird watching her, so you look away
  82. >"Are you alright?"
  83. >She sounds worried, so you turn back to her
  84. >She's nervously twisting the bottom of her shirt, which of course is lifting it up to reveal her thighs and the pair of panties between them
  85. >You look away again
  86. "N-no. I mean yes. I'm just tired."
  87. >She frowns
  88. >"But you said you slept well...?"
  89. >You flinch slightly
  90. "Right. I did. That's, um, why I'm tired. The sleep was so good that I just want to go back to bed, you know?"
  91. >Her eyes widen
  92. >"Ah, okay. That makes sense, I guess."
  93. >Your mother wasn't stupid, just naive and trusting
  94. >She trusts in people to tell her the truth so much that she's willing to believe she rather unbelievable things in the name of giving people the benefit of the doubt
  95. >You both sit in awkward silence for a few seconds before she speaks again
  96. >"Did you think last night was weird?"
  97. >Yes
  98. "N-no"
  99. >She starts playing with the bottom of her shirt again, and you lock your gaze firmly to her face
  100. >"Would...you like to do this again sometime?"
  101. >You want to tell her no, but the look of hope in her lopsided eyes was killing you
  102. "...maybe..."
  103. >You're weak
  104. >She smiles before dropping the hem of her shirt and climbing out of bed
  105. >"Thank you, Anon. I really needed this."
  106. >You force a smile
  107. "Glad I could help."
  108. >You crawl out of bed yourself as she opens the door
  109. >Something on the other side nearly causes her to jump out of her skin
  110.  
  111. >"AH! D-DINKY! G-good morning! I was just...helping Anon wake up!"
  112. >She blurts out a loud, fake laugh, and your stomach turns
  113. >She's acting like Dinky walked in on you balls deep inside of her
  114. >There's no response from your little sister
  115. >After an excruciating silence, Derpy laughs again
  116. >"Well...I'm gonna go get ready for work! LOVEYOUBOTHBYE!"
  117. >She leans out to kiss Dinky on the head and retreats into the hallway
  118. >You follow to the doorway to watch her disappear through her bedroom doorway
  119. >Dinky turns to you
  120. >She's holding her phone in both hands close to her chest, and her head is tilted in confusion
  121. >You can practically see the question marks floating over her head
  122. >You step aside and wave her inside
  123. >As soon as she's in your room, you close the door behind her and sigh
  124. >"Anon...what's going on?"
  125. >You rub your temples wearily
  126. "Mom was feeling lonely, so she came in here to sleep in my bed."
  127. >She studies your rough appearance
  128. >"...you don't look like you were sleeping..."
  129. >You shake your head
  130. "I wasn't. I tried to...but when Mom thought I had already fallen asleep, she..."
  131. >You twirl your wrist as you try to find the words
  132. >Dinky is on the edge of her seat
  133. >"She what!?"
  134. >You jolt at her outburst
  135. "M-masturbated! She...she masturbated in bed with me. And she said my name while she did it..."
  136. >You really shouldn't be talking to your little sister about this, but you feel like you need to talk to someone
  137. >Her eyes widen
  138. >She just stares at you, probably too shocked to know what to say
  139. >You glance away
  140. "I don't know, she's...she's been very lonely lately, and I'm technically the only guy in her life right now, so maybe she's a little confused or some-"
  141. >The sound of the door interrupts you as Dinky rushes out of your room
  142. >You groan at your stupidity
  143. >This is a conversation for a therapist, not your little sister
  144. >You exit into the hallway and head for the stairs
  145. >As you do, you pass your mother's room
  146.  
  147. >She has a bad habit of leaving her door open while dressing and undressing, so you usually tread lightly
  148. >This time you caught her as she finished putting on her grey courier uniform, facing away from you
  149. >It's a simple outfit, just a short sleeve button up shirt that tightly hugs her narrow shoulders and thin waist, and a pair of shorts
  150. >A very short pair of shorts
  151. >The 'legs' end just below her round, voluptuous rear, leaving her long legs bare until the tops of her socks
  152. >She slides her thumbs into the bottom of her shorts to straighten out the hems, you wonder why she's having so much trouble finding a guy
  153. >And then you feel really weird for thinking about your mother that way
  154. >You tear your eyes away from your mother's ass that you've been staring at and scratch the back of your head
  155. >She glances over her shoulder and notices you
  156. >"Hey honey!"
  157. >You mumble something in response and return to your room to get dressed
  158. >This isn't normal for you
  159. >At least, you don't think it is...
  160. >Your mind is just in a weird place right now
  161. >After what happened last night, who wouldn't be thinking that kind of stuff?
  162. >After you've dressed and reassured yourself, you head down for breakfast
  163. >Mom is sipping a cup of coffee as Dinky pours milk over her cereal
  164. >When you've sat down at the table, she addresses you both
  165. >"Okay guys, I'm going to be late after work again tonight, so I'll leave you some money if you want to go to the movies or something"
  166. >She pulls her phone out, and you hear the familiar jingle of her dating app launching
  167. >Normally you'd be upset that she's ditching you again, but this time you're relieved
  168. >She needs to get laid, bad
  169. >Suddenly Dinky speaks up
  170. >"We never do anything as a family anymore."
  171. >What
  172. >Derpy looks up from her phone and frowns
  173. >"Huh?"
  174. >Dinky stirs her cereal and glances down at the floor
  175. >"You spend all your time going on dates now...we never get to spend time together anymore."
  176. >Now's a bad time, Dinky!
  177. >Your Mom smiles sympathetically
  178.  
  179. >"I know sweetie...how about I make it up to you? We can have a family day, just like we used to!"
  180. >NO
  181. >"The zoo is doing a special exhibit on birds, and it ends today!"
  182. >SHIT
  183. >Derpy claps her hands together happily
  184. >"That sounds perfect! What do you think, Anon?"
  185. >She turns to gauge your approval
  186. >Dinky looks away guiltily
  187. >You fake a grin
  188. "It sounds like fun! I can't wait!"
  189. >As much as you would prefer to keep a little distance from your mother after what happened last night, the bright smile on her face warms your heart
  190. >"Hehe, okay then! It's a date!"
  191. >And now you feel uncomfortable again
  192. >She's always called family outings 'dates', but now it just seems weird
  193. >She kisses Dinky on the cheek, and you skillfully dodge yours and go for a quick hug instead
  194. >She wishes you both a good day before heading out into the brisk morning air
  195. >Dinky scoops some cereal into her mouth as you stare at her
  196. "What the hell was that?"
  197. >She slowly chews to delay giving you an answer
  198. >"...I wanna spend time with Mom..."
  199. >You cross your arms
  200. "Dinky...I told you what happened last night. Spending an entire afternoon out with her is going to feel really weird for both of us."
  201. >She averts her gaze yet again
  202. >"It's better than her going out with another strange guy for the hundredth time."
  203. >You sigh as you sit down in the chair next to her
  204. "Look, she's feeling lonely right now. She needs a guy in her life to help feel less lonely, alright?"
  205. >She whips her head towards you with a desperate look in her eyes
  206. >"B-but why!? It's just been the three of us all this time, and we were happy!"
  207. >You rub your temples and groan
  208. "Mom's got...needs, okay? Needs that can only be satisfied by a boyfriend."
  209. >Dinky turns back to her bowl
  210. >Then, in the softest voice she can muster:
  211. >"Why can't you be Mom's boyfriend?"
  212. "...what?"
  213. >She twists in her chair
  214. >"...She obviously likes you that way...Why can't you do it?"
  215. >You're speechless
  216. >After gawking for a few moments, you regain your composure
  217.  
  218. "Because it's wrong, Dinky! Do you realize what you're saying!?"
  219. >She puff herself up
  220. >"Don't you love her?"
  221. "Of course I do, but not like-"
  222. >"Then how can you let her go out there with a different stranger every night? Online dating is really dangerous, I saw a report on the news. They could steal her kidneys, or dategrape her."
  223. >You pinch the bridge of your nose and suck in a breath
  224. "It isn't that bad out there. I love her, with all of my heart, just not like that."
  225. >"Why can't you?"
  226. "Because it's wrong, Dinky."
  227. >She shakes her head
  228. >"No, love is never wrong!"
  229. "That's not what people are talking about when they say stuff like that."
  230. >Suddenly, she turns away from you and hope out of her chair
  231. >"I'm going to my room."
  232. >She storms off, quickly leaving you behind
  233. "H-hey wait! This conversation isn't over! Dinky! DINKY! I'M NOT HAVING SEX WITH MOM JUST SO THAT YOU DON'T HAVE TO MEET HER BOYFRIEND!"
  234. >You hear her door slam, and you know that it's pointless to try and follow her
  235. >Her headset is on by now, and any attempt to communicate will be drowned out by the sounds of explosions and anti-semitic twelve-year-olds
  236. >You flop onto the couch and exhale
  237. >...well shit...
  238. >This is quite the pickle you've found yourself in
  239.  
  240. >You have no idea what you're going to do
  241. >It's been a couple of hours since Mom left for work, and you've just been nervously pacing
  242. >The Post Office closes early on Saturday, so she will be getting off of work soon
  243. >You have no idea why you're so nervous
  244. >Nothing is going to happen
  245. >She's going to come home, take you and your sister to the zoo, and you're going to have a fun day out as a family like you used to
  246. >And nothing weird is going to happen afterwards
  247. >Dinky is eleven years old; you seriously doubt that she has a wealth of tricks up her sleeve to get you and Mom together
  248. >But that doesn't mean you aren't worried about what she may have planned
  249. >Standard protocol demanded that you leave Dinky alone while she's playing games, but this isn't exactly a standard situation
  250. >She needs to realize that this shit ain't okay
  251. >You climb the stairs with determination and purpose, but stop as you pass your mother's open door
  252. >...Dinky can wait...
  253. >Perhaps a little snooping might give you some insight into your mother's recent behavior
  254. >You slink past the door frame and glance around the space
  255. >It's a pretty normal, if slightly messy, room
  256. >Items on her dresser and nightstand were laying on their side from where she had knocked them over and never bothered to pick them up
  257. >With her clumsy nature, it would have been a futile effort
  258. >Strewn about the floor were various articles of clothing
  259. >She owned a hamper; it just didn't see much use
  260. >Your eyes stop on a pair of familiar items
  261. >The shirt she wore to bed with you
  262. >And crumpled on top of them is the pair of panties that you caught a glance at this morning
  263. >She would have had to change them after what she did last night
  264. >Your pulse quickens as you suddenly feel dirty
  265. >You're invading your mother's privacy
  266. >You should leave
  267. >But you keep going anyway, despite not even knowing what you're looking for
  268. >You pull open the top drawer of her nightstand
  269. >And immediately close it
  270. >Of course that's where she keeps it
  271.  
  272. >You decide to abandon the nightstand before you discover a set of anal beads or whatever
  273. >As you stand back up, you can't help but notice the framed picture of you on top
  274. >Okay, it was all three of you, but whatever
  275. >You're in the middle of the picture, and it's facing her bed
  276. >...You're probably reading way too much into this
  277. >It's been on her nightstand for years, and she's only started acting this way a couple of weeks ago
  278. >Maybe you're letting this get to you too much
  279. >You're practically scanning every object in her room to gauge whether she could have stuffed it up herself while thinking about you
  280. >The more you think about it, the more you feel like the creepy weirdo than her
  281. >Maybe you should just talk to her about this
  282. >Let her know that you were awake, and that it made you uncomfortable, and that you would rather she not masturbate to you anymore
  283. >...
  284. >You would really rather not have that conversation with her
  285. >You'll just tell her that you don't want to share a bed anymore and try to never think about this ever again
  286. >You go to leave her room, but as you turn back to switch the light off you notice the panties in the floor again
  287. >Yet again you remember when she lifted her shirt up this morning, and you quickly flip the switch, slam the door, and head back downstairs
  288. >You flop on to the couch and start flipping through channels, but you can't get the image out of your head
  289. >To make matters worse, your mind goes back even further
  290. >To last night
  291. >It was dark, and your eyes were closed as you pretended to sleep, so you didn't see anything
  292. >But the sounds she was making...
  293. >The moans, the gasps, the soft whimpers, the way that she whispered your name...
  294. >She kept pressing herself into you, and you think at one point she may have kissed your neck
  295. >Fuck
  296. >You're rock hard
  297. >You hide your shame with a throw pillow, and start desperately trying to think about something, anything else
  298.  
  299. >As you fill your brain with random noise, an errant thought from the back of your mind forces itself to the front
  300. >You're feeling this way right now because you feel cheated
  301. >What your Mother did was unfair
  302. >She climbed into your bed, got her rocks off, and you got nothing in return
  303. >You didn't even get your morning fap in, because she was there
  304. >All you need to do to clear your head is to get a little release
  305. >And since Mom got her release in your bed, it's only fair that you do it in hers
  306. >Not to mention that there's a perfectly good pair of panties to clean up the mess afterwards
  307. >You've just been staring at the TV for the last ten minutes while some reality show about cakes or whatever drones on
  308. >Shakily, you hold the remote out and turn it off
  309. >You pull yourself onto your feet, and slowly make your way to the stairs
  310. >Your heart is pounding in your ears as you put your foot on the first step
  311. >A car door slams outside, and you snap back to reality
  312. >What the fuck were you about to do!?
  313. >"Mom's home!"
  314. >You jump as Dinky rushes past you to greet your mother as she comes through the front door
  315. >"Well hey there, muffin!"
  316. >Your mother and sister hug in the living room as you awkwardly stand behind the banister to hide your rapidly deflating erection
  317. >Your Mom notices you, and frowns
  318. >"Are you okay, Anon? You look a little Ill..."
  319. >You drum your fingers on the handrail as you try to come up with an excuse
  320. "No, I'm fine, I just...I was just watching that cake show, and all the shocking twists really did a number on me, you know?"
  321. >Dinky suddenly rushes up to you, grabs you by the hand, and starts pulling you towards the door
  322. >"Good, cause we're gonna go to the zoo right now!"
  323. >Oh fuck, that could have been your out
  324. "No, wait, I mean, my stomach is feeling a little messed up..."
  325. >You rub your tummy for effect with the hand Dinky isn't yanking on
  326. >Derpy looks concerned
  327. >"Oh no! Do you have a fever?"
  328. >She reaches out to feel your forehead
  329.  
  330. >"You do feel a little warm..."
  331. >It's seems that lewd little fantasy that forced itself upon you a moment ago is working in your favor
  332. >She moves her hand down to your cheek as she continues to check your temperature
  333. >Her 'good eye' is quickly darting between each of yours
  334. >You can feel her thumb begin to gently stroke your cheek as her hand moves back more to the side of your face
  335. >She smiles, and you feel a fluttering in your chest
  336. >Suddenly her face turns pink, and she pulls her hand away from you
  337. >"Ah...Y-you feel like you might have a fever..."
  338. >You remember that Dinky is still here, and look down to the end of your arm
  339. >She's still holding your hand, but she stopped pulling
  340. >She's just watching you and Mom
  341. >Mom steps back and fidgets in place, not quite sure what to do with her hands
  342. >"Well, um, I'm going to have to change my clothes and eat some lunch first, so if you still feel bad when it's time to go, then you can stay home, okay?"
  343. >You nod, and she excuses herself to head upstairs
  344. >You just breathe and compose your thoughts
  345. "...Dinky? Can I have my hand back?"
  346. >She lets your fingers slip out of her grip, and you return to the couch and turn the TV back on
  347. >Dinky watches you for a few seconds but you try to ignore her
  348. >It's too awkward, however, so you turn towards her again
  349. >She's smiling
  350. >"You guys make a really cute couple."
  351. >You grab a flip flop from under the couch and throw it at her
  352. >She skillfully dodges it and retreats upstairs
  353. >Yeah, you better run
  354. >You reach down to rub your belly
  355. >Your stomach actually is feeling kind of weird now...
  356.  
  357. >You are, once again, Derpy
  358. >As you unbutton your work shirt, you slowly exhale
  359. >You had to beat a hasty retreat after checking Anon's fever
  360. >Staring into his eyes made your heart feel funny
  361. >You hated this
  362. >Ever since you started thinking dirty things about your son, you've been constantly second-guessing your feelings for him
  363. >He's your son, and you love him with all of your heart
  364. >But do you love him the right way?
  365. >He makes you feel like a kid with a crush
  366. >Is this how all mothers feel when their boys grow up into handsome young men?
  367. >Aside from the lust, that is
  368. >You doubt the other mothers fantasize about their boys slamming their rock-hard dicks into their moist, quivering-
  369. >A knock on your doorframe startles you out of that particular train of thought, and you turn to find Dinky peeking in
  370. >"Um...Mom?"
  371. >You pull your partially-opened shirt closed and smile at her
  372. "What is it, Sweetie?"
  373. >She steps into the doorway, hides her hands behind her back, and nervously rocks back and forth on her heels
  374. >You let her take her time
  375. >While she was quite talkative with her online friends, she sometimes struggled with face-to-face conversations
  376. >After collecting her thoughts for a moment, she responds
  377. >"Um...are you about to get dressed for the zoo trip?"
  378. "Yep!"
  379. >She nods
  380. >"...what are you going to wear?"
  381. >You blink
  382. >You usually don't put a lot of thought into your clothes
  383. "Er...Jeans and a t-shirt, I guess?"
  384. >She shakes her head
  385. >"No! This is a special occasion! It's our first time out in weeks! You gotta dress special!"
  386. >She grabs your hand and pulls you over to the closet
  387. >And immediately starts flipping through the dresses that you wear out on dates
  388. "Dinky, we're just going to the zoo. Don't you think that's overdressing a bit?"
  389. >She looks over her shoulder and shakes her head
  390. >"You always make yourself look really pretty when you go out with those strangers you meet online. Don't you think you should look pretty when you spend time with us, too?"
  391.  
  392. >You squirm
  393. "W-well, when you go out like that, t-there's certain, uh, expectation of appearances...for the guys and the girls..."
  394. >She just stares
  395. >You suddenly feel the need to study your fingernails
  396. >"Me and Anon think you're really pretty, Mom. You shouldn't be afraid to be pretty around us."
  397. >You aren't really sure how to respond to that
  398. >But the thought that your kids think you look good makes you happy
  399. >Dinky resumes flipping through your clothes, and you watch curiously
  400. >Finally, she pulls one of the dresses down and hands it to you
  401. >"Can you wear this one, please?"
  402. >It's a rather simple dress
  403. >Light pink with a knee length skirt, a sash that ties around the waist, and one shoulder
  404. >You smile
  405. "Yeah, I think I can do this one."
  406. >You ruffle the top of her hair slip behind the open closet door
  407. "No peeking!"
  408. >She nods, and you get to work undressing
  409. >Once you've stripped down to your underwear, you suddenly realize a problem with the dress she picked out
  410. >It only has one shoulder
  411. >Meaning the other shoulder is bare
  412. >Meaning that you can't wear a bra, or everyone will see the strap
  413. >You bite your lip
  414. >Dinky was really excited to see you in this dress...
  415. >...it's not that big of a deal
  416. >You undo the clasp in the back and let the undergarment fall to the ground at your feet
  417. >You pull the dress over your head and straighten it out
  418. >It was a little loose around your waist, but that was what the sash was for
  419. >You were always bad at tying these sorts of things yourself
  420. >Feeding it through the two loops on the sides, you step out from behind the door for assistance
  421. "Hey Dinky, could you help Mommy with...h-hey!"
  422. >She's digging through your underwear drawer
  423. >You step forward to try and stop her right as she pulls out two pieces of long, white fabric
  424. >"Could you wear these too?"
  425. >It was a pair of thigh-high stockings
  426. >You blush slightly
  427. "Oh...Sweetie, I don't know..."
  428. >She holds them out to you, and you take them
  429. >"I think you'll look really good in them!"
  430.  
  431. >You rub the fine material between your fingers as she goes behind you to tie your sash
  432. >"...and I think Anon will like them too!"
  433. >Your heart skips a beat at the thought
  434. >No...
  435. >He doesn't think of you like that
  436. >Dinky doesn't really understand any of this stuff, so she doesn't really know what she's saying
  437. >You're surprised at how tight she's tied the sash
  438. >It's not uncomfortable or anything, but it's pulled the dress snugly against your curves
  439. >Especially the way it sits on top of your hips and butt...
  440. >At least she's tied it in a proper bow
  441. >You always just did it in a crappy little knot
  442. >How the heck are you supposed to tie something behind you!?
  443. >You feel weird wearing something this...
  444. >...sexy...to the zoo with your kids
  445. >And then you remember the stockings in your hand
  446. >Your face is probably as red as a tomato right now
  447. >Dinky looks on expectantly
  448. >You remember what she said...
  449. >...about Anon liking them...
  450. >You sit down on the edge of your bed, bunch up one of the socks, and roll it up your right leg
  451. >Oh wow
  452. >You had forgotten how good these felt on your skin
  453. >You experimentally bend your knee a few times and smile
  454. >As you go to work on the other leg, Dinky returns to your closet and starts digging through your shoes
  455. >You stand up and take a few steps in your socks, and you think you hear Dinky mutter something under her breath
  456. >"Where are the heels...?"
  457. >You raise an eyebrow
  458. "What's that, muffin?"
  459. >She looks back to you, glancing down to look at your legs, and smiles
  460. >"Wow, you look so pretty Mom!"
  461. >You giggle and do a little twirl
  462. >Which causes you to nearly lose your balance, but you catch yourself on the dresser
  463. "Woah! Heh, t-thanks!"
  464. >She looks back in the closet and frowns
  465. >"Um...are these all of your shoes?"
  466. >You glance over her head
  467. "Yup, looks like it."
  468. >You reach over her to grab a black pair of flats and make your way back towards the bed to put them on
  469.  
  470. >"Um, do you have any of those shoes with the pointy heels on them? Those are cool. Or pretty, or whatever."
  471. >You give her a playful smirk
  472. "I've never been able to walk in those things. I can barely stay on my two feet as it is!"
  473. >She almost looks disappointed
  474. >After slipping your shoes on, you head over to the full-length mirror next to your closet
  475. >You swish side-to-side to check yourself out
  476. >You look pretty good!
  477. >...maybe a little too good
  478. >You feel a little weird thinking about going out with Anon dressed like this
  479. >...and Dinky too, of course
  480. >Speaking of which, she has come up by your side
  481. >"You look really nice. Man, if Anon decides to stay home, he's really going to miss out!"
  482. >That's right, Anon said he's feeling a little sick
  483. >You don't want your baby to feel bad, but the thought that you might not have to go out with him dressed like this lifts a weight from your shoulders
  484. >"Did anything weird happen in Anon's room last night?"
  485. >You nearly shit your spine in surprise and fear
  486. "W-what? What do you mean!?"
  487. >She looks away
  488. >"I don't know...it's just that Anon seemed really tired this morning. He told me that he was tossing and turning all night. When I asked why, he kinda got weird about it."
  489. >Oh no
  490. >Nonononono
  491. >He was awake
  492. >You can never look him in the eye again
  493. >He thinks you're disgusting
  494. >He probably hates you
  495. >"Yeah, he was acting pretty weird all this morning, actually. I think I saw him sneak into your room and take something."
  496. >Huh?
  497. >You struggle to compose yourself enough to speak, much less speak normally
  498. "W-w-what d-did he take, D-Dinky?"
  499. >Nailed it
  500. >She just shrugs
  501. >"I dunno. He just grabbed something out of here and ran off to his room."
  502. >She heads for the door and shoots you a grin
  503. >"I'm gonna go grab a snack before we go to the zoo!"
  504. >You stammer something out as she disappears down the hall
  505. >Your eyes dart wildly around your room, checking for anything that may be missing
  506. >What would he have taken?
  507.  
  508. >As you scan the floor, a familiar garment catches your eye
  509. >The shirt you wore to bed with Anon is laying crumpled in a heap at the foot of your bed...
  510. >...but the panties are gone
  511. >The chorus of panicked voices that were previously screaming in your thoughts go quiet
  512. >Your pulse is loudly pounding in your ears as you swallow nervously
  513. >You must have...taken them to the laundry...
  514. >There's no way...
  515. >...no way that if you check in Anon's room, you'll find them in there...
  516. >You carefully, quietly, make your way out into the hallway, checking either side to make sure that you're alone
  517. >Your heart feels like it's trying to hammer it's way out of your chest as you sneak over to Anon's door
  518. >Shakily you reach out and turn the knob
  519. >When the door swings open, something immediately grabs your attention
  520. >A little piece of fabric sticking out from under his pillow
  521. >You just stare at it, for what feels like an eternity
  522. >Then you remember that he could come up those stairs at any time and catch you, so you quickly step into his room and grab the pillow
  523. >Slowly you lift it up, and there they are
  524. >You lift them up and examine them
  525. >It's definitely the same pair; they're still dirty from when you played with yourself
  526. >Immediately you feel an immense sense of relief
  527. >You even feel slightly giddy
  528. >He feels the same way about you...
  529. >You had been beating yourself up this whole time, telling yourself that you're disgusting and feeling ashamed, and he felt the same way...
  530. >And then you frown
  531. >You shouldn't feel happy about this
  532. >If Anon is attracted to you, then has he been suffering like you have?
  533. >The thought tears at your heartstrings
  534. >S-should you talk to him about this?
  535. >Oh goodness, how would you even start that conversation?
  536. >'Hey, I think you're sexy, and I know you've been jerking it with my underwear!'
  537. >What if you're wrong?
  538. >What if this is a misunderstanding?
  539.  
  540. >You can't really think of any non-sexual reason that he'd take your dirty underwear...
  541. >...but what if there is one?
  542. >And besides, if he really was awake while you were playing with yourself in his bed, wouldn't he have done something?
  543. >You think you may have whispered his name...
  544. >Wouldn't that let him know that you feel the same way about him?
  545. >...but what if he was asleep?
  546. >He seemed asleep at the time...
  547. >If he's attracted to you, then simply sharing a bed with you would probably have an effect on him
  548. >Or what if sharing a bed with him made him think of you that way?
  549. >What if he was totally normal, and you made him confused when you selfishly demanded that he let you sleep in his bed!?
  550. >You don't remember him acting odd around you before
  551. >You sit on the edge of his bed and rub your temples between your thumb and middle finger and breathe
  552. >Wildly speculating like this isn't getting you anywhere
  553. >After calming down for a moment, you look back down at the panties
  554. >You can't know what Anon's thinking, or how he feels
  555. >...Maybe the best way to handle this is to let him know how you feel?
  556. >Subtly, so that you can have some wiggle room in case you're wrong
  557. >Perhaps there's a way for you to drop some hints?
  558. >You sigh in frustration
  559. >You aren't the most clever woman...
  560. >This can go very badly if you don't play your cards right
  561. >You stand up and start to leave, only to stop in the doorway
  562. >Smiling mischievously, you slip the pair of panties back under his pillow
  563. >After last night, it's only fair that he get to have a little fun of his own, right?
  564.  
  565. >You are once again Anon
  566. >Dinky is in the kitchen, eating some chips
  567. >You're watching her like a hawk
  568. >It's awkward and quiet
  569. >After about a minute or so, she breaks the silence
  570. >"...are you gonna come with us to the zoo?"
  571. >You adjust yourself in your seat
  572. "I don't know."
  573. >You know it's a trap
  574. >But do want to spend time with Mom
  575. >Dinky munches a few chips as she watches you squirm
  576. >"I don't know why you're acting so weird about it. We're just going on a fun, family trip."
  577. >She takes a long sip from her cup as you give her the stink eye
  578. "You're the one making this weird. Me and Mom aren't going to be boyfriend and girlfriend, okay?"
  579. >She shrugs
  580. >"Then why are you so worried?"
  581. >You try to come up with an excuse, but the sound of someone descending the stairs stops you
  582. >Your mother stands in the living room, wearing a pink, curve-hugging dress, white stockings, and a warm smile
  583. >"Um, what do you think?"
  584. >She turns to show her sides
  585. >Jesus Christ, that ass
  586. >A bead of sweat rolls down your forehead
  587. "...You look good."
  588. >She giggles
  589. >"Thank you! Dinky helped me get dressed!"
  590. >You shoot the little turd a glare, and she just wiggles her eyebrows at you
  591. >Derpy approaches you and gently strokes your cheek again
  592. >"Are you feeling any better, sweetie?"
  593. >She has to bend at the waist to lower herself to your level
  594. >Giving you a pretty good look down the top of her dress
  595. >You look away; your eyes land on Dinky
  596. >She's just watching and sipping from her cup
  597. "I-I, uh...yeah, I'm fine..."
  598. >Wait, what are you doing?
  599. >Derpy stands up and happily claps her hands together
  600. >"Great! I was hoping you were!"
  601. >She playfully ruffles your hair and hums
  602. >"It wouldn't be a family trip without you~!"
  603. >You smile as you straighten your hair out
  604. >Her upbeat attitude is refreshing
  605. >She's been rather distant lately
  606. >Maybe this outing is really what she needed to pull herself out of this slump?
  607. >You're willing to put up with a few hours of potential awkwardness if it makes her happy
  608.  
  609. >The three of you leave the house and lock up
  610. >Now that you're actually leaving, you're really starting to second-guess yourself
  611. >Maybe you should have stayed home after all
  612. >...or maybe you're just being a little bitch?
  613. >You seriously need to sack up
  614. >Your little sister has you terrified
  615. >She's about a head shorter than the other girls in her grade, and she's light enough that she could be swept away by a light breeze
  616. >You need to get over yourself
  617. >Your mother hops into the driver's seat, and you pull open the rear passenger door
  618. >Dinky is already laying across the bench seat, playing with her phone
  619. >Of course
  620. >You usually argue over who gets to ride shotgun
  621. >...
  622. >Well, fine
  623. >She probably shouldn't be in the front seat anyway
  624. >You take your seat and buckle up
  625. >Derpy smiles over at you
  626. >"Are we all set to go?"
  627. >You both agree to the affirmative
  628. >"Alrighty then! Dinky, sit up and put your seatbelt on."
  629. >Mom pulls out of the driveway, and you're off
  630. >She was surprisingly good at driving, considering her 'unique' eyes
  631. >You've actually got a worse driving record than her
  632. >Mom says that she can keep one eye on the road and the other on the cars and signs around her
  633. >She's probably joking
  634. >Now that you're on the road, the awkwardness that you feared settles in
  635. >The only sound is the tires against the road
  636. >Every now and then you glance at her
  637. >She glances back, smiles, and you both lock your eyes to the horizon once again
  638. >She reaches over and turns the radio on
  639. >Afternoon delight
  640. >She turns it off
  641. >"So...how is school going?"
  642. >You shrug
  643. "Graduation is coming up in a few months. Kinda excited for that."
  644. >She nods
  645. >"...You've been hanging out with your friends lately?"
  646. >You shrug
  647. "Don't really have too many friends."
  648. >"What? Why? Is something going on at school?"
  649. >She sounds worried, so you try to calm her down
  650. "Nothing's going on. I'm just not very friendly, you know?"
  651. >She still looks worried, but she nods anyway
  652. >"...what about girls?"
  653.  
  654. >You jolt
  655. >This really isn't a good time for this line of questioning
  656. >She senses your apprehension
  657. >"O-or guy, whatever you're into!"
  658. "I'm not gay, Mom!"
  659. >She blushes and scratches the back of her head
  660. >"It's okay if you are, though!"
  661. "But I'm not."
  662. >She glances over sheepishly and giggles
  663. >"I didn't think you were. But I just wanted you to know that I won't judge you. Whatever kind of someone you like, I'll support you."
  664. >She reaches over and lightly squeezes your knee
  665. >That fluttering feeling in your chest is back
  666. "T-thanks."
  667. >She puts her hand back on the wheel, and you turn to stare out the window
  668. >Oh boy, this was going to be a long ride
  669. >Suddenly, Mom gasps
  670. >"O-oh! Uh, Dinky, how's school been for you?"
  671. >As she recounts the recent events in her class, you retreat into your thoughts
  672. >What the hell is going on with Mom?
  673. >You had thought that her upswing in mood was just because she was going out with the two of you, but now you're starting to worry
  674. >Is she...testing the waters?
  675. >She's been distant and a little evasive to you, and now she's acting like this?
  676. >Maybe she just got it out of her system last night, and she's finally getting back to normal?
  677. >Or...
  678. >A cold jolt runs down your spine
  679. >What the fuck did Dinky tell her!?
  680. >She helped her get dressed earlier
  681. >That's plenty of time for her to sew devious, treacherous seeds
  682. >As you listen to Dinky embarrassedly recount getting in trouble for tasting the glue in art class, you wonder if you are perhaps giving her too much credit
  683. >...unless that's what she wants you to think...
  684. >You seriously need to chill
  685. >You can handle whatever twists she throws at you
  686. >...and besides...
  687. >Even if she somehow succeeds...
  688. >...would ending up with Mom really be that bad?
  689. >You shake off the thought and resume studying the landscape as it whizzes past
  690. >You don't know where those thoughts keep coming from
  691. >Maybe this is what Mom has been going through for the past few weeks
  692.  
  693. >Well, you're here
  694. >You've managed to calm yourself down, but now you're regretting coming along for an entirely different reason
  695. >The zoo kinda sucks
  696. >Animals are great, but once you've seen a bored lion laying on a rock, it's an experience that you don't really need to relive
  697. >But whatever
  698. >You aren't here for the lemurs, you're here for familial bonding
  699. >Dinky skips ahead as you and Mom walk up to the entrance
  700. >"Is there anything you're excited to see, sweetie?"
  701. >You shrug
  702. "I dunno...Dinky mentioned something about a bird exhibit."
  703. >She just nods as she walks along
  704. >"I was kinda surprised. She's always been scared of birds."
  705. >You can only speculate as to her motivations; the zoo isn't a particularly romantic location
  706. >Speaking of which, Dinky is at the ticket booth, chatting with the attendant
  707. >It enflames your paranoia
  708. >No, you're going to enjoy your day, dammit
  709. >"Mom! Dad! Hurry up!"
  710. >...
  711. >Did Dinky just call you dad?
  712. >You and Mom glance over to each other in confusion, before picking up the pace
  713. >The attendant smiles as you approach
  714. >"Hello! You guys want three tickets, right? Couples get in half-off on the weekends!"
  715. >You and Mom blush, squirming uncomfortably
  716. >She plasters a big, fake grin on her face
  717. >"Uh, yes please! We want tickets!"
  718. >You try to smile in a totally normal fashion as she holds her credit card out to him
  719. >The attendant cocks and eyebrow, before tearing off three tickets and handing them to your Mother
  720. >Dinky grabs both of your hands and practically drags you both through the entrance
  721. >"You three have fun now!"
  722. >As soon you're out of his view, she lets go of your hands and glances over her shoulder
  723. >"No reason to pay full price if you can get out of it!"
  724. >Mom is blushing furiously
  725. >"T-thanks, muffin..."
  726. >You roll your eyes
  727. >Well that was fucking embarrassing
  728. >But if that's the extent of Dinky's tactical genius, you're going to be fine
  729. >She got you in at reduced cost
  730. >Your cock is throbbing in primal, incestuous lust
  731.  
  732. >You're Derpy again, and you feel all twisted up inside
  733. >Dinky told the man in the ticket booth that you and Anon were her parents
  734. >Having a stranger think of you like that made you feel weird, and creepy, and gross
  735. >Before you had only been thinking about you and Anon together in a vacuum
  736. >But what if someone who knew you saw you and Anon out on a date?
  737. >How would you explain that?
  738. >You couldn't
  739. >You would have to keep it a secret; stay hidden like criminals
  740. >You couldn't do that to Anon
  741. >As far as you know, he's never dated anyone before
  742. >He might even be a virgin
  743. >Stealing away his firsts like that and ruining his chance to have a normal relationship would be so unfair and selfish
  744. >And Dinky called him dad...
  745. >You already have two wonderful kids, but what about Anon?
  746. >What if he wants kids?
  747. >You can't have his babies
  748. >You're his mother
  749. >What if they get sick because you're both related?
  750. >...a-also inbreeding is morally wrong
  751. >He would lose the opportunity to have children, all because you were so greedy that you wanted to keep him to yourself
  752. >And the thought of just being with him for a while and letting him find a wife later upsets you
  753. >You don't want a fling
  754. >You aren't going to pump and dump your son
  755. >You want to grow old together with-
  756. >Oh goodness, the age difference
  757. >You're going to be all wrinkly and shriveled in a few years, while he's still handsome and vital
  758. >That would be so unfair
  759. >You remember what you found in his room earlier, and it only makes you feel more conflicted
  760. >He's young, and inexperienced
  761. >He doesn't know any better
  762. >Taking advantage of that for your own sake would be wrong
  763. >You just need to forget about this sick fantasy and let Anon grow into a healthy, normal adult
  764. >You look over at your son as you walk deeper into the zoo
  765. >Your eyes fog up and your stomach twists up on itself
  766. >You don't want to let him go
  767. >You love him so much!
  768. >And he's never felt so...
  769. >...attainable...
  770. >Oh gosh, what is wrong with you!?
  771.  
  772. >Be Anon yet again
  773. >The visit so far has been predictably dull
  774. >Dinky hasn't had too many opportunities to fuck with you while you were staring at penguins and prairie dogs and shit
  775. >Mom has been pretty quiet since the incident at the ticket booth
  776. >You were glad to get some distance at first after Dinky's little stunt, but now you were a little worried
  777. >She had warmed up a lot since she had come home from work, but know she seemed to be closing back up again
  778. >When you all arrive at the tiger cage, you try to seem a bit more lively and interested
  779. "Hey Mom, check it out! That tiger over there is swimming. That's kinda cool, huh? 'Cause cats don't really like water or whatever?"
  780. >You you look over at her, she crosses her arms over her chest and gives you a thin-lipped smile
  781. >"Yeah, that's great, sweetie."
  782. >She's acting so uncomfortable around you
  783. "Mom, don't worry about what happened earlier, Dinky was just trying to be helpful."
  784. >Her face reddens slightly, and she turns her head away from you
  785. >"I'm not worried about that."
  786. "...well then, what's wrong?"
  787. >"Nothing's wrong."
  788. "You're acting weird."
  789. >"I'm fine."
  790. >Your heart aches
  791. >You wanted the affectionate, energetic, fun-loving mother you remembered
  792. >She was practically back to normal, until Dinky pushed her too hard
  793. >You make sure to shoot Dinky an irritated look, but you stop when you see that she seems as saddened as you at this sudden downward turn
  794. >When her eyes meet yours, she grabs your wrist and starts pulling you away
  795. >"C'mon, I need to go to the bathroom."
  796. >You stumble behind her
  797. "Wha- you're old enough to go by-"
  798. >You glance over your shoulder
  799. >Mom has sat down on a bench and pulled out her phone
  800. >Goddamn it
  801. >You shut your mouth and follow behind her
  802. >She drags you into the women's room and peeks under the stalls to make sure that you're alone
  803. >She nods, and you speak
  804. "Never call me 'dad' ever again. That was fucking weird."
  805. >She grabs her elbow and twists her foot into the ground
  806. >"...sorry."
  807.  
  808. >Dinky looks pretty guilty about what had happened, so you can't quite bring yourself to chew her out
  809. >But you still need to use this opportunity to nip this behavior in the bud
  810. >You stick your hands in your pockets and lean against the door
  811. "Well, how's that plan of yours coming along? Because so far it's made me and Mom feel weird and uncomfortable."
  812. >She huffs
  813. >"No! Mom was happy again! A-and don't think I didn't see the way you were looking at her too! Everything was working good until I screwed up..."
  814. >You roll your eyes
  815. >Dinky thinks that Twilight is a compelling love story; she wouldn't know what romance looks like
  816. >"I didn't think it would be a big deal! I mean, all I did was get us in for cheaper. I didn't think Mom would get all weird about it."
  817. "...You called me Da-"
  818. >"I know, okay!"
  819. >She slumps down to the floor and hugs her legs to her chest
  820. >"And now she's gonna just ignore us again and go running into the arms of some guy from the internet because I made everything weird."
  821. >You kneel down to her level
  822. "Dinky, you didn't make this anymore weird than it already was. I think you just gave Mom a moment of clarity. This was never going to happen, okay? We're related, it's wrong."
  823. >She sits quietly for a few seconds, before pulling out her phone
  824. >You're surprised to hear the familiar jingle of your Mom's preferred dating app opening
  825. "D-Dinky? Why do you have that on your phone?"
  826. >She taps a few buttons before turning the phone towards you
  827. >"What do you think of this guy? Do you want him to have sex with Mom?"
  828. >What the fuck!?
  829. >You try to look around the phone, but she just keeps moving it in front of your face
  830. "Dinky that's-stop-that's really weird, you can't just-quit it-ask me to rate random guys from-STOP!"
  831. >"Answer the question! Do you want this guy to put his weiner in Mom?"
  832. >You look at the picture for a moment
  833. "The guy's got a stupid beard and he's covered in acne. No I don't want him touching Mom."
  834.  
  835. >She swipes through a few more pages and turns the phone back to you
  836. >"What about this guy? Do you mind the idea of this guy spending the night over?"
  837. >You scoff
  838. "He's wearing a fedora and a My Tiny Equines shirt, he's probably never going to get within groping range of any woman, much less Mom."
  839. >Dinky pulls up another profile
  840. >"How about this one? His bio says that he eats ass. Do you really want Mom to date a cannibal!?"
  841. >You push the phone to the side and she starts tapping the screen yet again
  842. "This is stupid, Dinky. What are you even trying to prove?"
  843. >She holds the phone out once more
  844. >"Now how about this guy?"
  845. >You sigh and look at the screen
  846. >You stare for a few seconds, and your brow furrows
  847. >He looks normal
  848. >You scroll the screen down to look at his bio
  849. >It says that he's a marine biologist, and that he's just gotten back on to the market after getting out of a long-term relationship
  850. >You scroll down even further to look at the pictures
  851. >There's some of him with sea creatures, and a couple of him out in nature
  852. >"Well? Don't you think he's a good match for Mom?"
  853. >You're silent for a moment
  854. "He, uh, looks a little old for-"
  855. >"He's thirty-three, one year older than Mom."
  856. >You scratch your neck
  857. "He...his bio says that he just got out of a relationship? What if it was because he cheated or something?"
  858. >She opens up a different profile and aims it at you
  859. >"So, what's wrong with this one? Why wouldn't he be a good boyfriend for Mom?"
  860. >Fuck, this one looks normal too
  861. >A bead of sweat trickles down the side of your face
  862. "...uh..."
  863. >She swipes open another
  864. >"How about this guy? Could you imagine him kissing Mom on their wedding day?"
  865. >Your stomach knots, and you push the phone out of your face
  866. "S-stop it, okay!"
  867. >She stands back up and glares down at you
  868. >"See! You don't want some guy to take Mom away either! And Mom doesn't want those guys either...she wants you."
  869. >You bolt back up to your feet and practically hiss at her
  870.  
  871. "S-she's my Mom! That's wrong! It's a fucking crime against nature!"
  872. >She glares up at you
  873. >"So, is that why you don't want to do it? Because it's wrong?"
  874. "Yes! We already had this discussion this morning! I'm not attracted to Mom!"
  875. >"Why?"
  876. >You groan
  877. "Because. It. Is. Wrong. How many times do I have to-"
  878. >"Is that the only reason?"
  879. >You exasperatedly slap your forehead
  880. "That's a pretty big deal, Dinky. It's instinct: you don't fuck your relatives."
  881. >"But what if she wasn't related to you? What if you met somebody just like her out there? Would you date her?"
  882. >You roll your eyes again
  883. "There aren't girls like Mom out there, Dinky."
  884. >...
  885. >Wait...
  886. >She blinks
  887. "...I mean..."
  888. >"Have you ever had a girlfriend, Anon?"
  889. >Well, this line of questioning has certainly taken you off guard
  890. "What does that have to do with-"
  891. >"You're a good looking guy, I guess. My babysitter always flirted with you, and she would ask me questions about you. Why didn't you date?"
  892. >You swallow nervously
  893. "I never got around to it."
  894. >"Are you attracted to Mom? Not, like, in a sex way, but romantically?"
  895. >You suck in a low, shaky breath
  896. >You need to be very careful with how you answer this question
  897. "N-no."
  898. >Nailed it
  899. >She shrugs and walks past you
  900. >"Then I'll go write Mom's number on the boy's bathroom wall. Maybe someone will-"
  901. >You grab her arm to stop her
  902. >You don't look at her, you don't speak
  903. >You just stare silently at the wall
  904. >Dinky gives you a moment to breathe
  905. >"Mom feels really bad right now. If anybody can comfort her, it's you."
  906. >...
  907. >You nod, and let her go
  908. "Y-yeah, she just needs someone to help lift her spirits. Like, a friend or whatever. There's nothing wrong with that. That's normal..."
  909. >She smiles, before leaving you alone to cool off
  910. >As you turn on the sink to splash water on your face, an old woman enters the bathroom
  911. >She looks surprised and confused
  912. >You probably shouldn't be hanging out in the ladies room
  913.  
  914. >After your uncomfortable conversation with Dinky in the ladies' room, you're thankful to return to the mundanity of the zoo outside
  915. >Your Mom is still sitting by herself on the bench where you left her, still tapping away at her phone
  916. >You aren't really sure if you feel the way about her that Dinky seems to think that you do, but you don't want to see her upset and uncomfortable around you anymore
  917. >You sit down next to her and are surprised to see that she isn't actually on her dating app again like you thought
  918. >It looks like she's on some kind of message board or forum or something
  919. >Maybe you should stop assuming that she's thumbing through a catalog of dicks every time you see her on her phone
  920. >When she notices you, she quickly locks the screen and sticks it back in her purse
  921. >"Hey sweetheart! You ready to head to the next thing?"
  922. >You tap your thighs a few times and sigh
  923. "Uh, do you think we can just sit here for a minute?"
  924. >She smiles and nods
  925. >And then an awkward silence falls over you
  926. >You have no idea what to say, and neither does your Mom apparently
  927. >You both just look around, and smile at each other when your eyes happen to meet
  928. >As you scan your surroundings, you catch Dinky watching from the distance
  929. >She makes some kind of weird hand gestures that you suppose means to get on with it or something
  930. >You clear your throat
  931. "Um, so, uh, how are you doing?"
  932. >She gives you another forced smile
  933. >"I'm fine."
  934. >Well, this is getting you nowhere
  935. >It's time for you to use your secret technique
  936. >Reaching out, you slip you hand into her palm and gently squeeze it
  937. >She jumps, and her face turns blood red
  938. >"A-ah! Anon!?"
  939. >Please don't make this weird
  940. >You're holding hands, not sixty-nining
  941. "Mom, you're worrying me. Dinky didn't mean anything by it, she just wanted to help."
  942. >She glances down to your intertwined hands, and back up to the people around you
  943. >She takes in a long breath
  944. >"...that man...he thought...you and I were..."
  945. >You shrug
  946.  
  947. "So? It really isn't that big of a deal. None of these people know us, and we don't know them. They can think whatever they want."
  948. >Her 'good' eye is locked firmly to yours
  949. >She noticeably relaxes
  950. >"You...don't care if people see us that way?"
  951. >...
  952. >You feel like you're being led into a trap
  953. >But you want her relax, so you shake your head
  954. "Not at all. Like I said, we don't know these people. We're probably making all sorts of assumptions about them that may or may not be correct."
  955. >Her smile widens, and she squeezes your hand
  956. >"Thank you, Anon. You've really taken a load off of my mind."
  957. >You pat the back of her hand and stand up
  958. "Well then, let's move on. I wanna go see the giraffes now before-"
  959. >She's still holding onto your hand
  960. "...Mom?"
  961. >She slowly stands up next to you, and adjusts her grip so that her fingers are intertwined with yours
  962. >"Sweetie? Do you mind if we walk together like this for a while?"
  963. >Your heart jumps in your chest
  964. "H-huh?"
  965. >She twists her foot into the ground and bites her lip
  966. >"I...I would really like it if we could..."
  967. >You remember what you just told her
  968. >About how you didn't care what other people think
  969. >She's standing very close to you
  970. "Y-yeah, we can do that."
  971. >She leans in and wraps her other arm around you
  972. >"Thanks bunches, baby."
  973. >You awkwardly pat her back while trying not to accidentally smell her
  974. >...she smells like deodorant and blueberries
  975. >She breaks off the hug and turns to your little sister
  976. >"C'mon Dinky, let's go check out the longhorses!"
  977. "They're called giraffes."
  978. >"Tallpacas?"
  979. >She giggles, and starts to lightly tug you along until you match her pace
  980. >As you walk, you feel a smaller hand slip into your free one
  981. >You look down to find Dinky beaming back up at you before she looks forward and starts talking about everything else she wants to see before you leave
  982. >Okay, now you're starting to care about what everyone is thinking
  983.  
  984. >It didn't take too long for you to get over yourself
  985. >You're holding hands with your family, there's nothing wrong with that
  986. >Besides, you hold Dinky's hand in public all the time anyway
  987. >Or you used to, anyway
  988. >She's starting to get a little too old for that now
  989. >Whatever, it doesn't matter
  990. >Nobody's even giving you a second glance anyway
  991. >That fact goes a long way to putting you at ease
  992. >More than that, it actually feels kinda nice
  993. >All these people probably think that you're Mom's boyfriend/husband instead of her son, and they probably think Dinky's your daughter
  994. >It's weird, but it also feels strangely comfy
  995. >Your mother still seems a bit apprehensive, though
  996. >She keeps avoiding making eye contact with the other patrons and squeezing your hand for reassurance
  997. >You arrive at the giraffe enclosure, and she releases your hand
  998. >"Thanks again sweetie. That really helped me feel better."
  999. >She still looks a little shaken, but she's smiling and talking to you, so you accept it as a victory
  1000. "Any time."
  1001. >You turn to the towering ungulates pacing around behind the fence
  1002. >Yep
  1003. >Those are giraffes alright
  1004. >Dinky speaks up
  1005. >"Hey Anon? Have you ever thought about riding a giraffe before?"
  1006. >You look down and are surprised to see that you're still holding her hand
  1007. >You let it go before responding
  1008. "Everyone wants to ride a giraffe, Dinky. Ever since the dawn of man, our kind has looked upon these towering creatures, wondering to ourselves-"
  1009. >As you go on your stupid tirade, Dinky looks past you and her eyes widen
  1010. >Suddenly you feel something thick and wet slide across your face
  1011. >Oh God, the giraffes are trying their luck
  1012. >You've seen the gifs, so you know to keep your mouth closed as it's long, black tongue slides across your lips
  1013. >You gently push the thirsty creature away as Dinky giggles
  1014. "Guh. I'm too irresistible, Dinky. Everyone wants a piece."
  1015. >Your mother comes on over, looking worried
  1016. >"Are you okay Anon?"
  1017.  
  1018. >The giraffe goes in for another taste, and you hold it off yet again
  1019. >Mom scrunches up her nose as her face reddens
  1020. >"H-hey! Leave him alone!"
  1021. >As she tries to help push the first giraffe away from you, another comes up behind her and starts sniffing
  1022. >She squeals as it sticks it's fuzzy muzzle right in the crook of her neck and shoulder
  1023. >"Ah! Q-quit it!"
  1024. >The animal moves down to stick it's nose down the front of her dress
  1025. >This is getting out of hand
  1026. >You step over to rescue her as the giraffe pulls out of her clothes, moves down even lower, bites down on the hem of her dress, and begins to pull up
  1027. >Time seems to slow as the top of her skirt rises higher and higher, until she's been fully exposed
  1028. >You get a full view of her pink panties, as well as her bare thighs emerging from the tops of her white stockings
  1029. >H-how lewd
  1030. >You manage to force your eyes away from her crotch and the flow of time resumes normally
  1031. >Mom is freaking out and trying to push her skirt down while Dinky is laughing so hard that she sounds like she's about to die
  1032. >With a little bit of effort, you pull her skirt from the giraffe's mouth and lead her out of range of their long necks
  1033. >She's very upset about having just been sexually assaulted by an animal, so you sit her down at a bench and try to comfort her
  1034. >You stroke her shoulder and lie about how visible her nether regions were as Dinky joins you
  1035. >"Are you okay Mom? I'm sorry I laughed at you..."
  1036. >Mom gives her a dirty look before smirking
  1037. >"Don't worry about it you little turd. Karma's going to get you back for it."
  1038. >Dinky looks a little scared as Mom playfully ruffles her hair
  1039. >Some guy wearing a staff badge suddenly jogs up to you all
  1040. >"Sir, Ma'am, I'm very sorry about what happened! We normally keep these two in an enclosure with a taller fence, but we are in the middle of performing some routine maintenance..."
  1041. >He pulls a couple of slips of paper out of his pocket and hands them to you
  1042.  
  1043. >"If you and your family would like to give us another chance in the future, it's on the house!"
  1044. >Oh God, more time at the zoo?
  1045. >You thank him, and he returns from whence he came
  1046. >You hand the vouchers to her
  1047. "I doubt we're going to be using these for a while."
  1048. >She frowns
  1049. >"Are you not having fun?"
  1050. >You shrug
  1051. "Well, you don't really come to the zoo to have fun, you come to amazed by the majesty of nature. Unless you like getting molested by animals, I guess, then you can have the time of your life."
  1052. >She laughs a little, before hopping up and pulling you up to your feet
  1053. >"We've still got some time to have fun! They've got a water tank where you can touch an octopus!"
  1054. >There's a bit of a spring in her step as she leads you off towards another animal kingdom adventure
  1055. >As you walk behind her, you feel a hand slip into yours once more
  1056. >Dinky avoids your eyes
  1057. >"...I'm worried about my Karma."
  1058. "Karma doesn't exist, Dinky."
  1059. >She shakes her head
  1060. >"No, I saw a boy at my school who got away with cheating on his test, and the next day, his Grandpa died."
  1061. >Jesus Fucking Christ
  1062. "Don't you think that punishment is a little too harsh for the crime?"
  1063. >She squeezes your fingers
  1064. >"That's why I'm worried."
  1065.  
  1066. >As your mother leads you to the underwater petting zoo, you look around
  1067. >You're walking down the main path, so several stalls of trinkets and snacks are set up to catch the attention of the patrons
  1068. "Hey Mom, do you think we could get a snack or something?"
  1069. >She stops and turns to you
  1070. >"Huh? Oh yeah, sure..."
  1071. >She scans the nearby stalls, until stopping at a particular one
  1072. >After staring at it for a moment, she turns back to you
  1073. >"H-how would you guys like some milkshakes?"
  1074. >You nod
  1075. "Uh, yeah, that sounds good to me."
  1076. >Dinky concurs
  1077. >"Yeah, I love milkshakes! I want a chocolate one, please!"
  1078. >Dinky has yet to let go of your hand since leaving the giraffe enclosure
  1079. >Mom claps her palms together and smiles
  1080. >"Great! I'll just go, um, go grab some for us. Wait right here, I'll be right back!"
  1081. >You raise an eyebrow as she skitters off towards the milkshake stand
  1082. >Why is she acting so weird all of a sudden?
  1083. >You feel a light tug on your hand
  1084. >"Can we go sit over there while we wait?"
  1085. "Dinky...don't you think you're a little too old to be holding hands like this?"
  1086. >She looks down at your joined hands, and reluctantly releases her grip
  1087. >"I only turned eleven last month..."
  1088. >You chuckle lightly to yourself
  1089. >She's usually bragging about how old she is
  1090. >You follow her over to the bench she had indicated earlier and sit down
  1091. >Dinky starts playing with her phone as you watch people pass by
  1092. >As you do, you recall what you told your mother earlier, and wonder how much merit that claim had
  1093. >How many of these 'couples' you're seeing are actually siblings, cousins, or whatever?
  1094. >You doubt most people people would mistake a parent and child like that, but it was a little different with you and Mom
  1095. >She was already very young when she had you, but on top of that, she was naturally very youthful
  1096. >If she wore makeup, she could probably pass as being younger than you
  1097. >Dinky took after her in that regard
  1098. >She was absolutely tiny for her age
  1099.  
  1100. >Your Mom returns from the milkshake stand with her hands behind her back
  1101. >"Here we go! Here's yours, Dinky..."
  1102. >She reaches out with her left hand to give her a small cup
  1103. >"...A-and here's yours, Anon..."
  1104. >She brings her other hand around in front of her to reveal a large
  1105. "What about you, Mom? Don't you want one too?"
  1106. >She smiles nervously
  1107. >"I thought that...maybe we could share one?"
  1108. "What?"
  1109. >You look back down to the cup
  1110. >It only has one straw
  1111. >...Oh
  1112. >Your face heats up
  1113. >Dinky just stares at you as she sips from her cup
  1114. >She loves doing that for some reason
  1115. >You return her nervous smile with one of your own
  1116. "Sure! That, uh, that works. I mean, it makes sense, I guess. Fiscally speaking. One large probably costs less than two..."
  1117. >As you jabber on like a moron, she brings the straw up to her mouth
  1118. >Wrapping her lips around it, she slowly draws out a mouthful of the creamy fluid within and swallows it down
  1119. >"Mmm, tasty..."
  1120. >Fuck, when did it get so hot around here?
  1121. >She holds the cup out to you
  1122. >"Would you like to try some...?"
  1123. >Instead of grabbing it like a normal person, you instead lean in and take the straw into your mouth as she holds it
  1124. >It's just a normal straw; it hasn't somehow been transformed by her lips
  1125. >You can't even say for sure if any of her saliva is on it
  1126. >Any moisture you detect could easily be condensation or something
  1127. >But the thought that some of it could be her saliva makes this feel a little lewd
  1128. >You swallow
  1129. "Yeah, that's pretty good."
  1130. >You were actually too busy thinking about your lips touching your mother's mouth fluids to notice what flavor it was, but the aftertaste indicates that it's peanut butter fudge
  1131. >She just smiles and nods, before putting the straw back into her mouth
  1132. >Her face gets more flush as she sips
  1133. >"Yeah, I uh, really...like...having this in my mouth..."
  1134. >She turns cherry red as she covers her face in embarrassment
  1135. >Dinky suddenly jumps out of her seat and tugs on Mom's skirt
  1136.  
  1137. >"C'mon guys, let's go! I wanna go touch the fishes like Mom said!"
  1138. >Derpy takes the obvious save
  1139. >"Oh, yes! We'd better hurry and get over there before they, er, put the lid on the aquarium, or whatever."
  1140. >You stand up and and dust off your palms
  1141. "Yeah, let's go."
  1142. >Rather than lead the way this time, Mom walks alongside you as you all head to your destination
  1143. >In between glancing at the scenery and reading signs to make sure you're going the right way, you sneak peeks at the cup
  1144. >Eventually she decides to take another sip
  1145. >She must have sucked up an air bubble or something, because as soon as she pulls off, a wad of milkshake erupts from the tip of the straw and runs down to the lid
  1146. >She hesitates for a moment, before going in with her tongue and-
  1147. >H-holy fuck
  1148. >The way her tongue wraps around it, and laps at it from the base to the tip...
  1149. >D-does she have to make eye contact with you while she-
  1150. >WHAM
  1151. >You stagger backwards from the sharp blow to your head, chest, and groin and fall onto your ass as your mother gasps
  1152. >You can hear Dinky trying to hold back laughter behind you
  1153. >"Oh my goodness, sweetie, are you alright!?"
  1154. >You're slightly dazed as you scan ahead for what struck you
  1155. >Your vision is blurred and you're seeing double, like your eyes are pointing in two different directions
  1156. >That happens sometimes when you bump your head
  1157. >You shake your head until your eyes straighten back out
  1158. >It seems that you were so busy watching your Mom fellate a drinking straw that you failed to notice the signpost right in front of you as you walked
  1159. >"Anon? Come on baby, say something!"
  1160. "I-I'm fine, I just need to look where I'm going..."
  1161. >You haul yourself up to your feet and examine the sign that attacked you
  1162. "...Hey Dinky? Is this the bird exhibit you mentioned this morning?"
  1163. >She stares up at it, and her eyes widen
  1164. >"We don't need to go see the birds if you guys don't want to..."
  1165. >You shrug
  1166. "I'd kinda like to see them."
  1167. >Derpy looks a little confused
  1168.  
  1169. >"I thought you wanted to see the birds? That was why we decided to come here today, right? Because the bird exhibit is ending?"
  1170. >Dinky bites her lip
  1171. >She can't say the real reason she brought it up
  1172. >She just wanted to add some sense of urgency, so that she could get you and Mom out today instead of tomorrow or next weekend
  1173. >She probably wasn't even thinking about what she was saying at the time
  1174. >But now she's stuck facing her greatest nemesis: birds
  1175. >She twists the bottom of her shirt nervously
  1176. >"Yeah...yeah, I guess so..."
  1177. >Mom smiles sympathetically and kneels down to her level
  1178. >"It's okay to change your mind, muffin. We can go to the aquarium instead."
  1179. >Take the out, Dinky
  1180. >"...No, I wanna go."
  1181. >You're impressed
  1182. >She definitely had a reason to be scared of birds
  1183. >When she was five, you had all gone on a trip to Manehatten
  1184. >There was a whole flock of pigeons on the sidewalk, and Dinky wanted to feed them
  1185. >As soon as she started tearing off a piece of her hotdog bun to throw to them, they all went fucking nuts and jumped her
  1186. >You ended up holding and comforting her for the rest of the day, and she slept in your bed that night
  1187. >Poor girl...
  1188. >Mom hugs Dinky and rubs her back
  1189. >"Aww, who's my big, brave girl?"
  1190. >Dinky just stares into the distance, looking like she's worried that she made a huge mistake
  1191. >"Alrighty! We'll check out the bird exhibit, then we can go to the aquarium."
  1192. >You nod as Mom goes ahead to the bird house, and you deliberately fall behind with Dinky
  1193. "You don't need to do this, Dinky. You don't have to prove anything to us."
  1194. >She closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath
  1195. >"I want to get my Karma out of the way."
  1196. >You sigh
  1197. "The birds are in cages, Dinky. Nothing is going to happen."
  1198. >She halfheartedly shrugs
  1199. >"They'll probably poop on me or something. I deserve it for laughing at you and Mom."
  1200. >You just shake your head
  1201. >Dinky can be a little overdramatic at times
  1202.  
  1203. >You both catch up to Mom outside of the bird house
  1204. >She looks uncertain as she turns to Dinky
  1205. >"Remember sweetie, you don't have to go in there if you don't want to."
  1206. >You peek in past her, and are surprised to see that the birds actually aren't in cages
  1207. >It's set up like a butterfly sanctuary, except with birds
  1208. >What a terrible fucking idea
  1209. >Dinky just stares into the exhibit and whimpers
  1210. >You gently stroke her hair
  1211. "Let's go ahead and just go to the aquarium, okay?"
  1212. >She scowls at you in a way that probably seems intimidating or brave in her head
  1213. >"I'm not afraid of some dumb old birds! I-I wanna go in there!"
  1214. >You exchange worried looks with your mother
  1215. "If she wants to go in, that's up to her..."
  1216. >Mom smiles down at her
  1217. >"Okay muffin. We'll stay close, alright?"
  1218. >Dinky nods, and you all head inside
  1219. >You don't see any birds at first, as most of them are hidden among the various little trees inside the habitat
  1220. >A hummingbird flits past suddenly, causing you to jump slightly in surprise
  1221. >Dinky's interest is piqued; nobody hates hummingbirds
  1222. "Check it out, Dinky. Cool, right?"
  1223. >She walks slightly ahead of you to try and see where it went
  1224. >A nearby cockatiel screeches, sending her right back to you
  1225. >You give the bird the stink eye as you put an arm around her shoulder
  1226. >Mom drags her fingertips across her scalp
  1227. >"Don't worry, they aren't going to hurt you."
  1228. >Dinky doesn't look convinced
  1229. "Even if they wanted to, they'd have to get through me first"
  1230. >That seems to calm her down a bit
  1231. >There's a guide standing about twenty feet ahead of you, talking about a Toucan, so you lead her along towards them
  1232. >"Toucans are actually fairly unique among the birds. They're the only species known to be adapted to smelling out breakfast cereals."
  1233. >Wow, this zoo is even worse than you thought
  1234. >Actually, does this lady even work here, or did she just get a t shirt at the gift shop and start fucking with people?
  1235.  
  1236. >The guide starts to move along to the next exotic bird within line of sight, and you gently tap her on the shoulder and speak quietly
  1237. "Hey, when does this exhibit close?"
  1238. >She looks a little confused
  1239. >"At the same time as the rest of the zoo, sir."
  1240. >You shake your head
  1241. "No, I mean, is this a temporary exhibit? Is this getting shut down?"
  1242. >She silently mouths the word 'oh' as she understands
  1243. >"This is a seasonal exhibit, sir. It ends when summer begins."
  1244. >You thank her for her help, and she moves ahead to start talking about a blackbird that you're pretty sure just flew in while the door was open
  1245. >You turn back to Dinky
  1246. "If you were going to lie, why make it about birds?"
  1247. >She wraps her arms around herself and mumbles out a response as she glances at the various birds surrounding her
  1248. >"I just said the first thing that came to mind..."
  1249. >Your Mom spots you lagging behind and enthusiastically waves you over to join the group
  1250. >"C'mon guys, this is some pretty interesting stuff! I never knew that bluejays had the ability to blend into their environment like a chameleon!"
  1251. "When we get home, I'm going to pull up some David Attenborough videos to hopefully undo the damage done here today."
  1252. >Derpy hands the milkshake to you, and you take a swig
  1253. >Right as you go to swallow you remember the little show Mom gave you earlier, and nearly cough it up into your sinuses
  1254. >You've been wound up ever since this morning, and Mom's not exactly been helpful
  1255. >As soon as you get home, you're locking yourself in your room and abusing yourself until you stop thinking about Mom and Milkshakes
  1256. >The guide moves on to the next specimen, and you follow
  1257. >"Ah, and this is the American Robin! Many of you may recognize this beautiful creature from your own back yards!"
  1258. >Stellar selection they've got here
  1259. >You feel a hand rest on your ass, and your heart stops
  1260. >Is this it?
  1261. >Is it happening?
  1262. >Has Mom just dropped all pretenses and started feeling you up in public?
  1263.  
  1264. >Oh wait, she's standing in front of you
  1265. >Then who's hand is-
  1266. >Dinky is hiding behind your leg from a Macaw in the tree off to your right
  1267. >It seems to have taken an interest in your sister
  1268. >It's staring right at her, and is slowly walking out the end of its branch
  1269. >You softly pet the top of her head
  1270. "It's alright, Dinky."
  1271. >Mom is engrossed as the guide details the Robin's tragic backstory, but you manage to get her attention
  1272. "I think we should leave."
  1273. >She sees the staring contest between the Macaw and Dinky, and nods in agreement
  1274. >"Yeah, let's get out of here."
  1275. >She takes up Dinky's other side, and you start back towards the entrance
  1276. >"Uh, sir? Ma'am? Excuse me?"
  1277. >The guide or whoever she is calls out to you
  1278. >"You've only just gotten here! There's still so many birds to get to know!"
  1279. >You detect a note of offense in her voice
  1280. >This probably isn't the first time people have walked out on her
  1281. "Oh, we're sorry, it's just...we..."
  1282. >As you try to think up some sort of excuse, Dinky practically buries her face in your hip in humiliation
  1283. >The guide seems to pick up on what's happening
  1284. >"Oh, I see..."
  1285. >She kneels down to Dinky's level
  1286. >"There's nothing to be afraid of, dear. These birds are very friendly!"
  1287. >She stands back up and reaches out to gently scratch the back of the Macaw's neck
  1288. >It coos happily and twists its head to get a more favorable angle
  1289. >"See? Why don't you come over here and pet him yourself?"
  1290. >Dinky watches for a moment, before gripping your pant leg tighter
  1291. >"No thanks..."
  1292. >The guide pouts exaggeratedly
  1293. >"Aw, come on. Please? Harvey here just loves being touched by cute girls like you!"
  1294. >Ew
  1295. "We appreciate what you're trying to do, but we're going to go."
  1296. >A brief flash of indignation plays across her face before she covers it up with a smile
  1297. >"I promise he won't bite!"
  1298. >She holds her hand out to the bird, who perches on the edge of her fingers
  1299. >And then she fucking jabs the bird in your sister's face
  1300. >"Here! Just touch him! He loves it!"
  1301.  
  1302. >Dinky squeals, and moves to keep you in between the bird and herself
  1303. "Hey, cut it out! I said we were leaving!"
  1304. >The guide keeps trying to outmaneuver her, which is obviously agitating the bird that she's shoving in the poor girl's face
  1305. >Mom moves in from the side and grabs the woman's arm
  1306. >"Stop harassing my daughter! I want to talk to your manager!"
  1307. >As Mom and the guide get into an argument, she continues to hold the Macaw out towards Dinky
  1308. >A small hand shakily reaches out, and softly brushes its fingertips against the bird's wing
  1309. >"L-look! I-I'm doing it! Mom! Da-A-Anon! I'm doing it!"
  1310. >Mom gasps
  1311. >"Oh my goodness! I'm so proud of you muffin!"
  1312. >The guide beams smugly
  1313. >"See? You just needed to give him a chance!"
  1314. >You don't like this
  1315. >That bird looks fucking pissed
  1316. >The entire enclosure is filled with sounds of angry and scared birds as a result of the scuffle that just took place
  1317. >Dinky slowly, carefully withdraws her hand as Harvey glares at her with an icy look of pure hatred, letting out a low, trilling cry all the while
  1318. "That's great, now let's get out of here."
  1319. >The guide gets mad
  1320. >"You're worried about nothing! Harvey's a perfect gentleman!"
  1321. >She shoves the bird into Dinky's face again
  1322. >With an ear-piercing shriek, it lunges at her and begins violently flapping its wings as it latches on to her shirt
  1323. >As soon as the attack begins, the other birds in the enclosure freak out and begin flying around the area while shrieking out alarm calls
  1324. >The bitch that started this immediately runs away, leaving you and Mom to deal with this yourselves
  1325. >Mom moves over to Dinky's other side to shield her from the panicking birds as you carefully pry the Macaw off of her shirt and push him away
  1326. >He immediately goes back in for another round, so you wrap your arms around her to block the bird, and he latches on to you instead
  1327. >Thankfully he just wants to scream and slap you with his wings rather than try to bite you
  1328.  
  1329. >You slip an arm behind her legs and lift her up
  1330. >As you carry her towards the exit, Mom grabs the bird off of your back and fucking hurls it into the distance
  1331. >"Go away, you stupid jerk!"
  1332. >Thankfully he manages to right himself before he hits the ground and flies off somewhere deeper into the enclosure
  1333. "Hey, it isn't the bird's fault! Let's get the fuck out of here!"
  1334. >The three of you burst through the door, along with the other customers and a few opportunistic birds
  1335. >Mom rushes up to your side
  1336. >"Dinky! Are you alright?"
  1337. >Dinky doesn't respond
  1338. >She's just silently shaking, hugging you tightly with her face buried in your neck
  1339. >You stroke her hair and gently shush her
  1340. "It's okay...It's okay...Go find a manager, or a supervisor, or whatever. I want that stupid bitch fired."
  1341. >Mom looks reluctant to leave Dinky like this, but you assure her that you'll take care of her
  1342. >You find yet another bench to sit on and carefully set her down
  1343. >As you go to sit next to her, she immediately climbs into your lap and buries her face into your chest
  1344. >She sniffs as you run your hand down her back
  1345. >"Thank you."
  1346. >You smirk
  1347. "I wasn't just going to let the birds keep you."
  1348. >She doesn't respond
  1349. >You run your fingers through her messy hair as you give her some time to calm down
  1350. >"Am I really just a sister to you?"
  1351. >Your fingers stop
  1352. "What?"
  1353. >She squeezes you tighter
  1354. >"You save me when I'm in trouble, you always help me with my homework, and my school projects, you come to my games whenever I try sports, and you always cheer even though I'm so bad at them..."
  1355. >Your arms slowly encircle her as she continues
  1356. "Me and Mom do those things because we love you."
  1357. >"You came to my parent-teacher conference last year."
  1358. >You shrug
  1359. "Mom had to do something for work..."
  1360. >She pushes her face into your neck again, but this time you feel some moisture
  1361. >"I don't care what you or Mom think, and I don't care what sorts of guys Mom bring around. You'll always be my Dad."
  1362.  
  1363. >You don't really know what to say
  1364. >You're feeling so many conflicting emotions right now
  1365. "Dinky? I-is this why you wanted me and Mom to..."
  1366. >She doesn't answer
  1367. >She just hugs you as tightly as her little arms can manage
  1368. >You just hug her right back as your mind replays your significant memories with Dinky
  1369. >You had to mature quickly as a kid
  1370. >Mom was so young, and your Dad left after less than a year
  1371. >He came back just long enough to get her hopes up, but when she became pregnant with Dinky, he just ran off again
  1372. >With Mom's unstable employment and schedule at the time, sometimes it felt like you were the one raising Dinky
  1373. >Thankfully she got her job at the post office and finally had the time to be a good Mom, but you still tried to help out as much as you could
  1374. >Part of you feels happy that she thinks of you like that
  1375. >Part of you feels sad that she never got to have a real father, and that she feels the need to substitute you
  1376. >...Today's been a really weird day
  1377. >Fuck your earlier plans
  1378. >When you get home, you're going straight to bed and taking a nap
  1379. >You can sort out your relationship with Mom and Dinky after you've had some sleep
  1380. >You look up and find Mom watching you both with a small smile on her face
  1381. >"...I spoke to that lady's boss. She's in big trouble once they find out where she ran off to."
  1382. >You quietly nod, and look back down to Dinky
  1383. >She looks like she's about to fall asleep herself
  1384. "Let's just call it a day and head home."
  1385. >She agrees, and you carefully lift Dinky up and start heading for the exit
  1386. >Mom spends more time looking at you and your sister than actually watching where she's going, so you do your best to help her avoid obstacles
  1387. >"You were always so good at calming her down. I would always panic and make things worse. Thank you. For everything."
  1388. >You turn to her
  1389. "Hey, don't worry about-"
  1390. >You didn't realize that she was going in to kiss your cheek
  1391. >And now that kiss has landed on the side of your mouth
  1392.  
  1393. >She looks just as surprised as you
  1394. >Neither of you move at first
  1395. >She takes in a deep breath, before closing her eyes, turning her head to line her lips up properly with yours, and pressing them in to give you a real kiss
  1396. >It feels like lightning is coursing down your spine
  1397. >Your heart is pounding so hard that you're pretty sure everyone around you can hear it
  1398. >You have no idea what to do
  1399. >You've never kissed anyone before
  1400. >Unsurely, you part your lips
  1401. >When Mom's tongue slips along the small opening, you suddenly break the kiss off
  1402. "Ehehe, o-oops!"
  1403. >Mom's face is bright red, and she's giggling and trying to hide her smile with her hands
  1404. >"Y-yeah, o-oops! H-how embarrassing!"
  1405. >You both stand in the middle of the entrance, giggling and laughing like idiots, drawing confused glances from other nearby customers
  1406. "W-we should probably get out of everyone's way..."
  1407. >"Oh! Yeah, of course! Duh! We're blocking the exit! We should go home. To the car, first. And then drive home."
  1408. >You lead the way, and Mom quickly trots alongside you
  1409. >She wraps her arms around one of yours, hugging the appendage tightly as she matches your pace
  1410. >She's still as red as a tomato, with a big, silly grin on her face
  1411. >Dinky is looking up at you from her position in your arms
  1412. >She playfully blows you a kiss
  1413. >You cough nervously and start looking for the car
  1414. >Home
  1415. >Bed
  1416. >Sleep
  1417. >You'll deal with this shit later
  1418.  
  1419. >The sun is low in the sky as you get closer to home
  1420. >The ride home has been quiet
  1421. >Not necessarily due to awkwardness, but more due to comfort
  1422. >Mom's been nothing but smiles since the kiss
  1423. >You still feel weird about everything going on, but you're glad you went out today
  1424. >Dinky has been quiet as well, aside from the artificial keyboard sounds coming from her phone
  1425. >She has been texting virtually non-stop ever since she got into the car
  1426. >She's planning something
  1427. >Not that you care
  1428. >You're almost home
  1429. >There isn't really anything else that she can do today, so whatever she's up to will have to wait until tomorrow
  1430. >Mom glances over to you
  1431. >"Well, we're almost home now, guys! What are you going to do for the rest of the evening, Anon?"
  1432. >You shrug
  1433. "I'm probably gonna go straight to bed. I'm feeling pretty tired."
  1434. >That's not really true, but you need some alone time
  1435. >Mom nods
  1436. >"Yeah, it's been a long day, huh? I'm feeling a little tired too, so I'm probably gonna hit the hay."
  1437. >You don't respond
  1438. >Will she ask to spend the night with you again?
  1439. >Should you turn her down?
  1440. >You don't want to turn her down, but what if she tries to masturbate in your bed again?
  1441. >With all that's happened today, what if she decides to try her luck?
  1442. >...no, she probably wouldn't do that
  1443. >But maybe you can use the time alone with her to discuss how you feel
  1444. >Not that you even know yourself anymore...
  1445. >Mom glances into the rearview mirror at Dinky
  1446. >"What about you, muffin? Are you going to play videogames with your online friends?"
  1447. >Dinky glances up from her phone
  1448. >"Is it okay if I spend the night at my friend Sweetie Belle's house?"
  1449. >You freeze
  1450. >Oh Dinky, you clever little shit
  1451. >Mom looks equally surprised
  1452. >"H-huh?"
  1453. >"I've been texting with her, and her sister says that it's okay."
  1454. >You wonder how many of her friends she had to go through to find one willing to let her shack up on such short notice
  1455. >Mom's voice quivers as she answers
  1456. >"S-sure! That's great!"
  1457.  
  1458. >She doesn't even bother to question Dinky's sudden interest in bonding with others in meatspace
  1459. >She's visited friends a few times in the past, but she's never slept over before
  1460. >Mom sounds so excited to be alone with you
  1461. >You just silently stare out the window as you internally panic
  1462. >What the fuck are you going to do now?
  1463. >You glance over to your mother as she detours to drop Dinky off
  1464. >Your eyes trail up from her long, stocking-clad legs, over her motherly hips and narrow waist, along the inside of her cleavage, and finally up to her pretty face and her quirky, asymmetrical eyes
  1465. >She's so beautiful
  1466. >You quickly tear your eyes away and look back out the window
  1467. >It doesn't very long to arrive at her friend's house
  1468. >Mom pulls over on the side of the road and turns to Dinky
  1469. >"You guys have fun, alright? I love you, Dinky!"
  1470. >She brings her in for a hug and kisses the top of her head before Dinky steps out of the car and heads up the path to the door
  1471. >Her gait is a little sluggish; she probably isn't looking forward to a whole night away from her computer
  1472. >A girl with purple hair around your age answers the door and invites Dinky inside, before turning to you and waving
  1473. >Mom waves back, before putting the car in drive and pulling away
  1474. >"So! It, uh, looks like we've got the house to ourselves for the night, huh?"
  1475. >You sink down into your seat
  1476. >You have no idea what to say
  1477. >Mom looks similarly lost for words
  1478. "...Uh, yeah. I guess so."
  1479. >You swear you can smell marinara sauce coming from somewhere
  1480. >Sweat forms along her brow
  1481. >"...Anything in particular you want to do...?"
  1482. >Oh God
  1483. >You straighten back up and try to speak
  1484. >Your throat has completely dried up, so you clear it to the best of your ability
  1485. "W-we said that we were going to go to bed right? Uh, to sleep, I mean."
  1486. >She jumps as she realizes what you had thought she was saying
  1487. >"A-ah, I-I meant, like, watch an R-rated movie or something..."
  1488.  
  1489. >Silence
  1490. >Mom cranks the AC up, to no avail
  1491. >It feels hotter than the sun in the car
  1492. >Your house isn't very far from Dinky's friend, so the uncomfortable is mercifully short
  1493. >Climbing out of the car, you slowly stretch your sore muscles
  1494. >Mom just quietly watches, giving you an awkward little smile when you notice her
  1495. >You return it, before shuffling towards the house
  1496. >You try to open the door for her, only to end up embarrassed when it turns out to be locked
  1497. >Mom unlocks it, and pushes it open for you
  1498. >"After you, sweetie..."
  1499. >You step in, and she follows, shutting the door and leaning against it
  1500. >You look around the room and pat your thighs a few times just to cut through the deafening quiet
  1501. "Um...Maybe we should..."
  1502. >You stare at her
  1503. >She stares right back
  1504. >You don't even remember what you were about to say, you've lost your nerve for it
  1505. "...I'm going to bed..."
  1506. >She nods
  1507. >"Me too..."
  1508. >Her voice sounds strained, like she wants to say something else, but can't
  1509. >You drag yourself up the stairs as your mother follows, your heart rate rising with each step
  1510. >She stops in front of her door and watches as you continue towards your own room
  1511. >You reach out and grab the doorknob
  1512. >As you begin to turn in, you can hear soft footsteps behind you
  1513. >As the door cracks open, you feel a warmth behind you
  1514. >Your mother wraps her arms around your waist and pulls herself against you, burying her face in your neck
  1515. >"Sweetie...would you like to sleep in Mommy's bed tonight?"
  1516. >Ever since she kissed you, in the back of your mind, you knew how this evening was going to end
  1517. >You pull the door closed and swallow nervously
  1518. "S-sure."
  1519. >She releases your waist, grabs one of your hands with both of hers, and leads you into her room
  1520. >She locks the door despite the two of you being alone
  1521. >She looks nervous and scared
  1522. >You feel terrified
  1523. >She takes a step towards you and reaches behind her to grab the dangling end of her sash
  1524. >"I normally sleep in my underwear...is that okay with you?"
  1525.  
  1526. "Yeah, that's fine."
  1527. >She tugs on the sash, pulling the bow undone and allowing the dress to dangle loosely off of her shoulder as she kicks her shoes off
  1528. >She grabs the hem of the skirt and pulls up
  1529. >Once again you are given a good look at her panties, but she continues to pull the skirt up and over her head as she takes the dress off
  1530. >Your eyes follow it upward as you drink in her bare stomach
  1531. >A belly button has never looked so lewd before
  1532. >Your heart leaps into your throat as the dress is lifted off of her chest
  1533. >Boobs
  1534. >Breasts
  1535. >Mammaries
  1536. >She's not wearing a bra
  1537. >You knew that one of her shoulders wasn't covered, but you thought that she was wearing a strapless bra or something
  1538. >Her breasts were too perfect
  1539. >Er, perky
  1540. >You meant perky
  1541. >They seemed to perky for her not to be wearing something for support
  1542. >You weren't an expert on cup sizes or whatever, but you guessed that they were a C
  1543. >You realize that you've just been staring at your Mom's tits for God knows how long, so you pull your eyes away
  1544. >She's wearing nothing but a pink pair of panties and white stockings
  1545. >Her face is red, she's staring off to the side with an embarrassed expression, and her arms are behind her back
  1546. >When she notices that you're done looking, you turns back to you
  1547. >"S-sweetie, don't you also sleep in your undies?"
  1548. >You jump
  1549. >She's stripped for you, and now it's your turn
  1550. >You yank your feet out of your shoes, completely disregarding the laces
  1551. >The shirt comes off with little issue, though you do feel a little self-conscious about your unimpressive physique
  1552. >The pants are another story
  1553. >Your dick is rock hard, and you are hesitant to let it flop out in front of your Mom, even if it's hidden behind your boxers
  1554. >Her eyes are locked firmly to your crotch as you undo the button and zipper
  1555. >You begin sliding them down and feel a little relieved that your body is blocking her view for now
  1556.  
  1557. >Especially since the shitty fly on your cheap boxers is woefully inadequate for restraining an erection of this magnitude
  1558. >After adjusting the fabric as best you can, you stand back up
  1559. >You want to cover yourself, but you force yourself
  1560. >She let you look, it wouldn't be fair if you didn't reciprocate
  1561. >Her eyes widen as she stares at the tent between your legs
  1562. >"You're bigger than your father..."
  1563. >She squeaks as she catches what she just said
  1564. >"S-sorry! I didn't mean to embarrass you, or make this weird, or whatever!"
  1565. >It actually made you feel a little proud
  1566. >You rub the back of your head as you give in to the temptation and cover your shame with the other hand
  1567. "Maybe we should just go to bed now..."
  1568. >She gulps and nods, and gestures you toward the bed
  1569. >You take the invitation and crawl under the blanket
  1570. >After a few moments of hesitation, she clicks the lamp off and joins you
  1571. >Anticipation builds as she gets closer
  1572. >First you feel the smooth material of her stockings against your legs, followed closely by her hands wrapping around your back
  1573. >Finally, you feel them
  1574. >Her soft breasts and erect nipples press against your bare chest
  1575. >You gasp at the lewd sensation
  1576. >As you wrap your arms around her as well, you can feel her trying to use her legs to push your knees down
  1577. >You know what she wants
  1578. >Reluctantly you straighten your legs out, allowing her to pull her body flush against you, causing your erection to press against her pubic mound
  1579. >She sucks in a breath, and adjusts her hips until the head of your dick slips down and falls into the gap between her thighs and her vulva
  1580. >The friction caused you to escape through your fly, so now you can feel the warm, smooth skin of her thighs and the material of her panties against the head of your penis
  1581. >You shudder and squeeze her tightly
  1582. >Your erection is becoming almost painful
  1583. >As if your body is straining to push more blood into it despite it being full
  1584.  
  1585. >Mom whimpers as she grinds herself against you
  1586. >Oh lordy
  1587. >You're a virgin who's never been anywhere near this close with another girl
  1588. >If she keeps this up, you're going to make a mess
  1589. >You pull out of her thighgap, gasping like a fish out of water
  1590. "Mom, please..."
  1591. >She pulls away from you slightly
  1592. >"Sorry baby...I didn't mean...do you not want me to touch you like that?"
  1593. >You slowly exhale
  1594. "It's just...I'm a little sensitive."
  1595. >In the low light of the room, you can make out her biting her lower lip
  1596. >"O-okay. S-so, is it okay for me to t-touch you?"
  1597. >You nod
  1598. "Just...keep in mind that I've never done this before, alright?"
  1599. >She doesn't move an inch
  1600. >Her voice comes out as a weak whisper
  1601. >"You're a virgin?"
  1602. >You nod
  1603. >"Do you really want to do this stuff for the first time with me?"
  1604. >Her voice cracks with emotion
  1605. >You pull her back in and hug her tightly
  1606. "I have no idea what I want. I'm excited and scared, and all of this is weird. So, I've just thrown my hands up and started following my heart. And my heart led me here, half-naked and in bed with you."
  1607. >You can hear her shaky, nervous breaths as she processes your answer
  1608. >"I...I want you to promise that if your heart changes its mind, you'll let me know so that we can stop."
  1609. "I promise."
  1610. >You don't think you'll be using that escape clause, but being offered it makes you feel a little less tense
  1611. >A little
  1612. >You're still probably about to have sex for the first time
  1613. >With your mother
  1614. >Being relaxed isn't really possible in this situation
  1615. >You're shaken from your thoughts by a hand sliding down the front of your underwear
  1616. >Her hand wraps around your shaft and gently squeezes it
  1617. "M-mom, remember, first time."
  1618. >She giggles, and slides her hand down to fondle your testicles
  1619. >Her face closes the distance with yours, and her lips brush across yours
  1620. >She took the initiative before, so you lean in and press your lips into hers
  1621. >You still have no idea what you're doing
  1622.  
  1623. >She moans into your mouth as she parts her lips, and you take the opportunity to get your tongue in there
  1624. >Well shit
  1625. >Now what?
  1626. >Her tongue traces along the side of yours, so you try to mimic that
  1627. >You sort of end up wrapping yours around hers pushing it around her mouth
  1628. >Her tongue manages to escape your inexpert grappling and slip into your mouth
  1629. >Trying to keep it in her mouth at the same time is awkward and you're pretty sure you're crushing hers, so you retreat back into familiar territory
  1630. >Despite being on your home turf, she still thoroughly holds the advantage
  1631. >You want to try and prove that you aren't some kind of passive fuckboy or whatever, so you try to get back into the game
  1632. >Apparently you're doing something right, because she's making noises
  1633. >...oh wait, she's laughing
  1634. >You disengage from her mouth, and she buries her face in your chest as she desperately tries to get her gigglefit under control
  1635. >Your body is burning up in humiliation
  1636. >"I-I'm sorry Sweetie, I don't mean anything by it, I swear! It's just...it's cute, you know?"
  1637. >You shuffle uncomfortably
  1638. "It wasn't really meant to be cute..."
  1639. >"Aww...I'm so sorry...we can figure it out together."
  1640. >She squeezes you reassuringly
  1641. >"But, um, for future reference, you shouldn't just put your tongue in straight away, you know? You gotta play with the lips a little bit first to get the girl excited, you know?"
  1642. >Oh Lord
  1643. >She seems to catch on to her unintentional innuendo
  1644. >"Oh gosh, I didn't...w-well, if you'd like to practice that kind of kissing too..."
  1645. >Your breath catches in your throat
  1646. >You had been so focused on the mechanical action of mashing lips, that you'd sort of forgotten the situation that you've gotten yourself into here
  1647. >You're swiftly reminded as the woman who gave birth to you sticks her hand back into your boxers to massage your semi-flaccid member back to full erection
  1648. >She squirms and sucks in a low breath as she works
  1649. >"Y-you know, you can touch me too, if you'd like..."
  1650.  
  1651. >You decide to take her up on her offer
  1652. >And there's one particular part of her body that you've wanted to touch more than anything
  1653. >Your hand slides down her back, until your palm engulfs her left asscheek
  1654. >She squeals in surprise as you gently squeeze
  1655. >It's perfect
  1656. >It's initially soft as your fingers sink into it, but you quickly push into the firm layer of toned muscle beneath the surface
  1657. >You press your lips against the spot on her neck just below her ear
  1658. >Your instinct is to latch on and suck as hard as you can, so you discard that and just give her a few little pecks
  1659. >She seems to like it, if the little moans she's making are any indication
  1660. >You move your other hand down and begin alternating kneading each cheek
  1661. >She gently bites down onto your shoulder and groans
  1662. >"Nngh...Do you like my butt?"
  1663. >You nod
  1664. "Your ass has been creating confusing feelings in my pants for almost a decade."
  1665. >She breathes as you end your abuse of her rear
  1666. >"Have you felt this way about me for that long?"
  1667. "I've found you sexy ever since I hit puberty. I was just so scared of how everyone would think, and how you would think, that I buried those feelings and tried to forget about them."
  1668. >She moves back to look lovingly into your eyes, doing her best to try and get both of her eyes to point forward
  1669. >"Anon, I would never judge you. You don't have to hide your feelings from me. Not then, not now, not ever."
  1670. >You shrug a shoulder
  1671. "Well, I mean, I appreciate the sentiment, but we're talking about something pretty serious here. This is technically a sex crime, and if you didn't feel the same way, telling you about this could very well destroy our family."
  1672. >She looks down and furrows her brow
  1673. >"...Yeah, I guess you're right..."
  1674. >You lean in and give her a little peck on the lips
  1675. "Hey...let's forget about all of that. That's all in the past. We're together right now, right here in the present."
  1676. >She smiles, and leans in to return your kiss
  1677.  
  1678. >When your lips part, she slips out of your arms and reaches over to turn the lamp back on
  1679. "What are you doing?"
  1680. >She looks over her shoulder towards you
  1681. >"It was a little dark, and, um....I-I..."
  1682. >You rub her shoulder soothingly
  1683. "What is it?"
  1684. >She swallows, and gasps
  1685. >"I...I want to watch it go in..."
  1686. "Watch what go-"
  1687. >Oh, fuck
  1688. >Your eyes go wife with realization, earning a cute little giggle from Mom
  1689. >She sits up against the headboard, brings her knees up in front of her body, slips her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, and slowly starts to pull them off
  1690. >You watch closely as the little pink piece of fabric goes up her stocking-clad thighs, rolls over her knees, down her calves, and finishes by coming off of her feet
  1691. >She keeps her legs closed as she tosses them to you and giggles
  1692. >You spread the undergarment out between your hands and examine them
  1693. >There's a dark line of dampness along the underside
  1694. >You swallow nervously as you let them fall onto the bed
  1695. >Mom's eye is locked on, watching as she begins to part her legs
  1696. >When her thighs start to come apart, she breaks her gaze and looks away
  1697. >Finally, she fully exposes herself to you
  1698. >Her vulva are round, and slightly puffy
  1699. >A pair of labia jut out from the crevice down the middle, topped with an erect clitoris
  1700. >It basically looks like the vaginas you've seen online, except...
  1701. >...cleaner? Is that the right word?
  1702. >The porn stars in the videos you've watched had so many dicks running through them that everything was just kind of hanging out
  1703. >But everything was tightly held together between Mom's thighs
  1704. >She clears her throat to catch your attention
  1705. >She looks a little embarrassed
  1706. >"S-so? What do you think?"
  1707. >You reach out, rest your hand over her trimmed pubic mound and gently run your thumb between her lips, causing her to let out a surprised moan
  1708. "I've never really seen one up close like this."
  1709. >She reaches down to touch the top of your hand
  1710. >"Do you like it?"
  1711.  
  1712. >You nod as you locate the opening to her vagina
  1713. >You press the tip of your thumb inside, and she whimpers
  1714. >Her insides are soft, and well lubricated
  1715. >She grabs your hand and pulls it away from her
  1716. >"Um, if it's okay with you, can we go ahead and, you know, get started?"
  1717. >Your insides are all twisted up, and you can feel an intense fluttering in your stomach
  1718. "Aren't we supposed to do, like, foreplay or something first?"
  1719. >She squeezes your arm and smiles
  1720. >"We can go slower if you'd like!"
  1721. "What about you?"
  1722. >She looks down between your legs one of her hands trails down her belly
  1723. >"...I've wanted this for so long...It almost feels like you've been teasing me for years already..."
  1724. >She spreads her lips apart with two fingers and slowly rubs her clitoris with another
  1725. >"Could you take off your underwear now, please?"
  1726. >You're shaking like a leaf as you sit up on your knees and start pulling them down
  1727. >Once you get them down halfway, you have to awkwardly flop onto your side to get them the rest of the way off
  1728. >Now that your cock is on display, she stares hungrily at it and bites her lip
  1729. >"U-unf, Momma's boy has gotten big, hasn't he~?"
  1730. >You blush and squirm at her appraisal
  1731. >You never really thought that you were that big; you seemed to be rather average
  1732. >You were a bit thick for your length
  1733. >Maybe that's what she's referring to?
  1734. >Mom reaches forward and takes both of your hands and pulls you on top of her
  1735. >You hold yourself above her, and she lifts her head up up to kiss you passionately
  1736. >This is it
  1737. >You're about to do it
  1738. >You're on the verge of hyperventilating when she breaks the kiss
  1739. >"Are you okay, sweetie?"
  1740. >You nod vigorously
  1741. "Yeah, I'm just, ahem, a little nervous."
  1742. >Understatement of the century
  1743. >You look down between your bodies at your dick dangling between her open legs, pointing roughly towards the orifice that's waiting to accept it
  1744. >Your mouth is dry, your palms are sweaty
  1745. >Knees weak, arms heavy, etc etc
  1746. >You look back up into her golden eyes
  1747.  
  1748. "Um...do you have a condom?"
  1749. >She shuffles beneath you
  1750. >"I'm on the pill..."
  1751. >Your penis jumps in excitement
  1752. "What? You just want me to.. stick it in?"
  1753. >She wraps her arms around you once again, as she sweeps a few strands of hair out of your face
  1754. >"I started taking them so that I would have a safety net just in case I went to bed with one of the guys I went out with and the condom broke...but, I don't want to feel anything between us."
  1755. >Sweet Jesus, this woman wanted to destroy your penis
  1756. >Just thinking about what she's saying is making your blood boil
  1757. "Ah...uh...I...if that's what you want."
  1758. >You look between your bodies again, as your Mother grabs your member and lines it up properly with her entrance
  1759. >Just feeling your tip nestled between her labia sends shivers down your spine
  1760. >"Take as much time as you need, Sweetie."
  1761. >She kisses you on the cheek as you steel your nerves and prepare to dive in
  1762. >Sparks ignite across your skin as you press inwards
  1763. >Her walls eager move aside for you, holding you closely and coaxing you in deeper with their delicious tightness and luxurious texture
  1764. >You feel like you've penetrated miles of her tunnel, but when you stop to catch your breath and check your progress, you can see that you've quite literally just got the tip in
  1765. >Her breathing is deep and erratic, and she keeps adjusting her hips to try to get you to slip just a bit further in
  1766. >She forces a smile when she sees you looking up at her
  1767. >"L-like I said, you can take your time, Anon."
  1768. >Inwardly, you curse your lack of experience
  1769. >Your palm hasn't prepared you for this sexual gauntlet
  1770. >If you try to just jam it in, you're going to blow pretty much immediately
  1771. >You really, really don't want to disappoint her
  1772. >After giving yourself some time to cool off, you resume your long voyage to your mother's cervix
  1773. >Thankfully getting inside was the worst of it, so you are able to make pretty good progress on your second attempt
  1774.  
  1775. >You try to take another break, but Mom has other plans
  1776. >Her arms tighten around you, causing you to collapse on top of her and driving your dick all the way inside
  1777. >She clenches up, causing her vagina to squeeze you tightly, as if she's trying to hold your orgasm in
  1778. >That certainly isn't helping much
  1779. >She strokes your back as you gasp for air
  1780. >"Just relax, and breathe."
  1781. >Now that you're totally inside of her, she seems to have calmed down a lot
  1782. >Somehow, through sheer force of will, you manage to keep your semen inside of you
  1783. >Most of it, anyway
  1784. >You can feel something leaking out of you
  1785. >The sensations you're feeling are very intense, but they aren't quite a climax
  1786. >It takes about a minute before you're ready to move again, and Mom holds you close, whispering gentle encouragement into your ear the whole time
  1787. >You slowly lift yourself off of her
  1788. >"Are you ready to continue, Sweetheart?"
  1789. "Y-yeah..."
  1790. >You draw your hips back, pulling your dick partially out of her
  1791. >It feels great, but you've adjusted to her somewhat
  1792. >After pulling it out about halfway, you push it back in and shudder
  1793. >"Mm~Does that feel good?"
  1794. >You try to answer, but just end up making a rather pathetic whining noise
  1795. >Her half-lidded eyes are locked onto the point where your bodies are connected as you slowly thrust back and forth into her
  1796. >Her entire body is flush, her chest rises and falls with her deep, steady breaths, and her nipples are hard enough to cut glass
  1797. >You bury yourself inside of her again, and reach up to grab one of her breasts
  1798. >It's soft, malleable, and playing with her nipples causes her to make adorable little noises
  1799. >You like breasts just fine, but you've always been more of an ass man
  1800. >You lock lips with her as you play with it for a few moments
  1801. >She likes it, and it gives your penis some sweet relief
  1802. >Mom seems to catch on to the fact that you're buying time, so when you finish sucking on her lip, she pushes you back so that she can look into your eyes
  1803.  
  1804. >"Anon...you don't need to hold anything back for me. I just want you to feel good."
  1805. "Well, I want you to feel good, too."
  1806. >You grunt as she starts to move her hips beneath you
  1807. >"Just being with you feels plenty good for me."
  1808. >Goddamn it
  1809. >You grab her by the waist to try and stop her, but she's way too wiggly
  1810. >Your resistance convinces her of your conviction, and she brings two fingers down to begin rubbing her clit
  1811. >"I'm going to cum Sweetie, don't you worry about that. Just focus on thrusting, alright? That feels really good for me too~"
  1812. >You know she means well, but it feels pretty emasculating
  1813. >However, any time you stop thrusting, she starts moving her hips
  1814. >She's determined to make you cum now
  1815. >You dig your fingers into her shapely hips and begin to steadily pound into her
  1816. >She moans, she grunts, she pants, she groans, and she tells you how great you're doing
  1817. >All the while, her fingers go wild on her button in time with slapping of flesh against flesh
  1818. >You've tried to hold off, you've tried to last as long as possible, but you're at the end of your rope
  1819. >You feel the familiar crescendo, the tension building in your spine
  1820. >In a last ditch effort, you bury it in her and freeze, trying to delay the inevitable
  1821. >But it's too late
  1822. >You've reached your peak, and your orgasm crashes against you like a tsunami
  1823. >You hold your mother tightly as your cock fires off into her
  1824. >She flinches slightly as she feels your seed slam against her cervix with exceptional force
  1825. >And volume
  1826. >You've never cum this much or this hard in your life
  1827. >You're almost afraid that your body is going to squeeze a testicle out into her in it's desperate bid to give her absolutely everything
  1828. >When it's finally over, you go limp on top of her and hungrily gulp down air
  1829. >You start trying to pull out, but she hooks a leg behind to stop you
  1830. >"L-leave it in for just a second, I'm almost finished!"
  1831.  
  1832. >It takes a moment for your eyes to straighten back out and refocus after such a shock to the system, but when they do, you see that your mother is feverishly aroused
  1833. >You can feel her fingers working herself over beneath
  1834. >"H-hah, lift up so Mommy can see, please?"
  1835. >Your noodly appendages manage to prop your body up enough to allow her to see the danger zone
  1836. >Her approaching orgasm is causing trouble for your overly-sensitive post-orgasmic dick, but you endure for her sake
  1837. >She writhes underneath you as her pleasure hits, and you suck air through your teeth
  1838. >Not only is her movement dragging your penis through her walls, but her orgasm is causing her vagina to tighten and tug on you
  1839. >As the harsh simulation becomes too much to bare, you pull out of her and gasp
  1840. >She twitches as she rides the aftershocks of her climax, and you crash to the bed next to her and pull her in close
  1841. >After catching her breath for a minute, she snuggles into your embrace and hums
  1842. >"Hmm...that felt incredible, Sweetie. I love you so much~"
  1843. "I love you too..."
  1844. >She detects a note of disappointment in your voice, and immediately repositions herself to look into your eyes
  1845. >"What's wrong, Anon?...do you regret doing this?"
  1846. >You shake your head
  1847. "No! Not at all! It's just...you know...you had to take care of yourself at the end there..."
  1848. >Her body relaxes with relief, and she presses herself back into your arms
  1849. >"No offense, Anon, but you are-oh, I mean, were-"
  1850. >She squeezes you tight, and you can hear the happiness in her voice as she says that
  1851. >"-a virgin. You sorta need practice to last that long. And besides, you did like ninety-nine percent of the work, anyway!"
  1852. >You pat her back and bury your nose into her hair
  1853. >"Did you know that your Dad didn't even last until his pants were off the first time we were together?"
  1854. >You scrunch your nose in disgust and pull away
  1855. "Come on, Mom, I'd rather not hear about that kind of stuff."
  1856. >She giggles playfully and pulls herself back against you
  1857.  
  1858. >"You did great. Really. A-and besides..."
  1859. >She wiggles uncomfortably in your arms
  1860. >"T-there's always next time, r-right?"
  1861. >Without, hesitation, you answer
  1862. "Right."
  1863. >She sits up and stares into your eyes
  1864. >"So...you do want to do this again?"
  1865. >You smirk
  1866. "Cat's kind of out of the bag, right? We can't just put this genie back into the bottle."
  1867. >She seems unsatisfied with your answer somehow
  1868. >She looks down at her hands as she nervously plays with her fingers
  1869. >"I don't want this to just be about sex...I love you, Anon. In every possible way. As a Mom...a-and more, if you want..."
  1870. >You sit up with her and take her hands in your own
  1871. "I don't just want sex either. I can't imagine living my life with any other woman. I love you, with all of my heart."
  1872. >She looks overjoyed as she throws her arms around you
  1873. >You hold each other for a while
  1874. >You can feel a few drops of moisture fall down your back as she's overcome by emotion
  1875. >When you pull away from each other, she wipes a few tears from the corners of her eyes
  1876. >"Thank you so much, Sweetheart. You have no idea how much this means to me."
  1877. "It means just as much to me."
  1878. >You grip her hand, and the two of you just lovingly stare into each other's eyes
  1879. >After a while, a frown slowly grows on her face
  1880. "What's wrong?"
  1881. >She shakes her head
  1882. >"I-its nothing. I'm worrying about nothing..."
  1883. >You rub her upper arm encouragingly
  1884. "What is it? Please..."
  1885. >She stares down at the mattress
  1886. >"It's just...this isn't exactly a normal relationship, you know? We can get away with it in public, but what about our friends and family? Do we keep it a secret from them? Will they accept us?"
  1887. >She puts her hands on her cheeks
  1888. >"Oh goodness, and Dinky! Are we going to have to lie to her? Are we going to have to run around behind her back? How do we explain-"
  1889. >You sigh as she starts to whip herself into a bit of a panic
  1890. "Dinky knows."
  1891. >She jumps
  1892. >"W-what!?"
  1893.  
  1894. >You throw a hand up awkwardly
  1895. "I, uh, said something to her this morning, and she figured some stuff out...a-and she decided to try and get us together."
  1896. >She blinks
  1897. >"T-together? You mean like this?
  1898. >She gestures towards both of your naked bodies
  1899. "Yeah...the trip to the zoo was part of her plan. She said some stuff to me, and I'm sure she said some stuff to you, too."
  1900. >You can practically hear the click of gears meshing in her head
  1901. >"...you didn't actually take my panties to masturbate with this morning, did you?"
  1902. >You laugh and shake your head
  1903. "No. But I did do that once when I was fourteen."
  1904. >She blushes
  1905. >"Oh gosh..."
  1906. >You grin
  1907. "You realize that the only reason she went to her friends house was so that we could have sex, right?"
  1908. >She slaps her cheeks together in shock
  1909. >"Oh gosh! B-but why would she do all of that?"
  1910. >You suck in a breath and look off into the distance
  1911. "She said...that in her mind, I'm her Dad. She didn't want you to try to replace me with a stranger from the internet."
  1912. >She recoils slightly
  1913. >"N-no, I wasn't...I just felt confused about my feelings, and I didn't want to hurt you, and I thought that if I could find another guy, then maybe...but it wasn't working, a-and-"
  1914. >You pull her in and give her another hug
  1915. "It's okay, Mom. I understand. I wasn't exactly dealing with my feelings in a healthy way either."
  1916. >She looks up at you
  1917. >"...so Dinky thinks of you like a Dad?"
  1918. >You nod
  1919. "Apparently."
  1920. >"How does that make you feel?"
  1921. "It's cute."
  1922. >"Do you feel the same way...?"
  1923. >You shrug and scratch the back of your neck
  1924. "I...I don't really know. I love her to death, and if someone asked who her father was, I'd sooner say me than her biological father..."
  1925. >You slowly exhale
  1926. "Today's been a long day. I've already had to sort out my strange and complicated feelings for one of my close relatives. Dinky can wait until the morning."
  1927. >She smiles and leans into your chest
  1928. >"Well, for the record, I think you've been a great Dad."
  1929.  
  1930. >You stroke her shoulder contemplatively
  1931. "...Thank you..."
  1932. >She slips under your arm and reaches over to grab her phone off the end table
  1933. "What are you doing?"
  1934. >She flicks through the pages of the settings menu
  1935. >"I'm deleting that stupid dating app!"
  1936. >She holds her phone up proudly to show the words 'uninstall complete'
  1937. >"I don't need it anymore now that I've found the perfect guy~"
  1938. >She leans in to give you a kiss
  1939. >You flick your tongue across her lips
  1940. >You've felt her do it to you a few times, so you feel that it's probably a safe move
  1941. >She pulls away with half-lidded eyes, and licks her lips
  1942. >"Mmm~By the time I'm through with you, I'm going to make you the world's greatest kisser!"
  1943. >You laugh and playfully ruffle her hair as you climb out of bed
  1944. >"Where are you going?"
  1945. >You shoots glance over your shoulder
  1946. "Bathroom! I've really gotta pee!"
  1947. >She perks up
  1948. >"Oh yeah, me too. You can go first, though."
  1949. >As you round the corner towards the bathroom, Mom opens her text messaging app
  1950.  
  1951. >You're now Dinky, and you're bored out of your mind
  1952. >Sweetie Belle invited her other friends over for a sleepover, and they all have a very strange idea of fun
  1953. >As Applebloom's top hat lands on Park Place, you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket
  1954. >One new message from Mom
  1955. >'I love you so much, muffin!"
  1956. >A smile spreads across your face, and you feel a warmth in your chest
  1957. >You respond with a simple 'love you too' and return the phone to your pocket
  1958. >You focus on the board in front of you, with a bit more energy
  1959. >"Well, if you can't afford to pay rent, then you've gotta start mortgaging properties!"
  1960. >As they consult the rulebook for probably the tenth time, your smile fades
  1961. >This game sucks

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