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Active Learning Harshwinny by Frostybox

By OniiChansFables
Created: 4th November 2020 07:02:36 PM
Modified: 16th February 2021 06:30:23 PM

  1. >You hear three sharp evenly spaced knocks on your bedroom door.
  2. >”Anonymous? Are you in here?”
  3. >You quickly stuff away your comic books under your bed.
  4. >Soon Iron-Hoof, soon.
  5. “Yes mother, I’m here.”
  6. >The door handle turns, with the door opening shortly after.
  7. >Mom stands at the doorway, looking somewhat nervous.
  8. >Though that’s the last thing you notice.
  9. >The very first thing is what she’s wearing.
  10. >In place of her usual pajama top, she’s wearing something else.
  11. >It’s still purple, a very professional color, as she puts it, but a much lighter shade.
  12. >The only dark part is a very small bow around the neck which is VERY low compared to her pajamas and work shirts.
  13. >You can even see some of the furs of her t-tuft...
  14. >The lightness of the color, the way it looks all thin and shiny looking makes you think it’s made of silk.
  15. >The cuffs drape loosely around her hooves.
  16. >And it’s long too, going all the way down well past where her work clothes usually stop.
  17. >It almost looks like some kind of dress.
  18. >Mom walks into the room, her head is held up, but her eyes are avoiding yours.
  19. >She trots over to your bed, from this close and your height over her you can see that the hem of her dress goes over her tail some.
  20. >So it’s some kind of short dress.
  21. >She rears up and plants her hooves on your bed, “Anonymous, I wish to speak with you about something very important.” she informs you.
  22. >The dress lifts up some, riding up to where most of her flank is now exposed.
  23. >So it’s some kind of VERY short dress…
  24. “Y-yeah, uh, sure thing mom-“
  25. >”Pardon me?”
  26. “Sorry. I mean, of course, mother.”
  27. >She hops up and paces over to stand on the opposite end of the bed from where you are.
  28. >Mom takes a deep breath and holds it before turning to face you and sitting down.
  29. >You turn a little as well so you can face her.
  30. >With the light hanging just overhead you can see the some of the deeper wrinkles under her crystal blue eyes.
  31. >She shifts around a little on your bed before finally settling into her spot with a short exhale.
  32. >Mom looks up at you but only manages to maintain that eye contact briefly before looking elsewhere.
  33. >She clears her throat before starting, “Now Anonymous I... I believe it’s time we talked about something very important.”
  34. >You nod.
  35. “Okay. What’s that mother?”
  36. >”Well it’s… a sensitive matter-“
  37. >You remain silent and wait for her to continue.
  38. >She fidgets once and pauses to take in a breath before continuing, “Something that would be more properly discussed with your father but… as I was never able to- Y-you’ll just have to accommodate to getting this talk from me. Alright?”
  39. >You nod.
  40. >You think you know where this is going, but not exactly sure why she’s so uncomfortable getting there.
  41. >Mom brushes down the sides of her short silky dress, with each passing of her hooves the fabric becomes tight against her body.
  42. >You’re not certain, but you're pretty sure you just saw the points of her teats just then…
  43. >Mom clears her throat again, your eyes snap back up to look into hers, “Now I realize this is going to be uncomfortable to discuss with your mother, but we shall handle this in the most professional manner and try to keep the unpleasantness to a minimum okay Anonymous?”
  44. “Yes mother.”
  45. >She smiles a little, mom leans forward some and gently places her hoof on the back of your hand.
  46. >She pushes it down onto the bed a little before retracting her hoof.
  47. >”You are getting older now, both of us are really… b-but it’s you who are reaching a more critical stage in your… life” she says somewhat wistfully.
  48. >Her eyes lower and you watch her hoof travel up and rest against her belly.
  49. “Mom?”
  50. >With a small shake of her head she seems to snap back into her professional persona and continues, “From infancy I have raised you. The Princess appointed me to be your mother because of my numerous applicable qualifications and upmost professionalism even in my youth.”
  51. >You smile, the look of pride in her eyes when she gets all into her accomplishments always makes you want to laugh.
  52. >When you were younger you did laugh, only to be met with an embarrassed scolding for doing so.
  53. >”As you know, Twilight Sparkle has been able to provide me with whatever findings she has on your kind as of late, information which we  have both looked over together.”
  54. “Yes, I remember.”
  55. >A whole world of humans, attempts to bring you through were unsuccessful or deemed too dangerous to attempt.
  56. >You still remember the look of fear in mom’s eyes after the dangerous method deemed the most safe, failed.
  57. >The experience itself coupled with Mom’s professional composure being utterly smashed as she sobbed over you was all you needed to be convinced into to giving up the idea of ever wanting to cross over.
  58. >This is your home, it has been all your life.
  59. >And Ms. Harshwhinny, to most, will always be 'mom' to you, or ‘mother’ to her.
  60. >Mom’s lips continue to move but you’re too deep in you own thoughts to pick up on any of it.
  61. >She touches your inner thigh with her hoof immediately making you jump and curl up.
  62. >Mom yelps in surprise, “Goodness Anonymous! I was explaining what I was going to-“
  63. >She stops, her eyes narrow.
  64. >You can feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up.
  65. >”You were paying attention weren’t you?”
  66. >Horseapples.
  67. >You know she’ll bust you harder if you lie.
  68. “I’m sorry mother I was… uh, d-distracted by your…” think of something,  “outfit” you squeak out.
  69. >Through the fur on mom’s cheek you can see a faint flush of pink show through the dark orange of her coat.
  70. >She looks herself over, the color on her face seems to glow brighter.
  71. >Mom turns away from you and crosses her hooves over her chest, “Yes well…” she clears her throat, “This attire is very relevant to the discussion. One that is very important you pay attention to.” she scolds.
  72. >You flinch and lower your head.
  73. “Yes mother.” you respond.
  74. >Mom lightens up a little and lets out a short breath before continuing, “Now as I was saying, Twilight's research shows that you are well into puberty and that changes beyond the physical ones you are already presenting are occurring.”
  75. >Okay so birds and bees confirmed.
  76. >You kinda already know what the deal is, from friends and school.
  77. >”A-and I just want to ensure that you are well informed on certain things both from our-“ she touches her chest, “And your-“ she touches your knee this time, “perspective.”
  78. >Her hoof remains on your knee and she even goes you a small squeeze.
  79. >Her head is turned to face your wall, you can see her eyes lower some.
  80. >”I do all of this for you, Anonymous, in the hopes that you may blossom into a healthy and professional adult, I want to be clear that you understand this.” she says while squeezing your knee.
  81. >You sit up more and reach a hand out to place on her back.
  82. >Mom tenses up upon your touch, she lets out a small gasp and still avoids looking at you.
  83. “Yes mother. I understand.”
  84. >She nods once then slowly turns to face you again.
  85. >Her eyes are locked to your chest and the blush on her cheeks is brighter than you’ve ever seen.
  86. >Admittedly you’re starting to feel a little hot yourself.
  87. >”Now then, Anonymous, you know that I am a firm believer in active learning correct?”
  88. >You nod.
  89. >She can either see your chin or notes the movement of your shirt since she continues, “Good. There is no way around making this lesson uncomfortable, but understand it is for your betterment into a professional young adult. Do you understand?"
  90. “Yes mother.”
  91. >She looks up into your eyes, the crystal blue orbs seem to shimmer with... something.
  92. >It’s not pride you see this time, and despite the burning in her cheeks its not embarrassment either, it’s something else
  93. >Something you’re not sure you’ve ever seen before.
  94. >Something that makes your stomach twist and your chest feel tight.
  95. >You feel very hot under the collar now and… elsewhere.
  96. >She scooches closer towards you.
  97. >You can smell the clean smell of her shampoo and coat wash.
  98. >Nothing flowery, she says that kind of thing isn't for her.
  99. >Mom is silent for a moment, the only thing you can hear is her breathing.
  100. >"Now Anonymous," she begins, "I believe you have been given a general instruction on... sexual intercourse, correct?"
  101. >You snicker, but quickly mask it as a cough when mom flashes a glare at you.
  102. "Y-yes."
  103. >She relaxes again, "And I have no doubts that you've heard... things, from your classmates? All kinds of vulgar misinformation I'm certain." she says with a huff.
  104. >Well...
  105. >She blows air through her nose, "Well, I am here to set the record straight as it were. From today onwards you can walk with your head held high knowing that because of me, you will never need doubt what you hear because you will be thoroughly... informed."
  106. >She touches your hand with hesitation, more like gentle prodding at first.
  107. >Slowly, her hoof comes down more and more until it's resting completely on the back of your hand.
  108. >She gives you a small shake and a look of confidence when you look up at her.
  109. >A very faint smile forms on her face.
  110. >"The first thing you need to understand is that sex-" she hesitates before saying the word and lets it hang in the air for a moment after before continuing, "is a very private and personal affair. It is to be between two ponies- er, persons who love each other very much."
  111. >Her lip quivers as she ends her sentence.
  112. >With a short inhale she continues, "This act, in that context, is called making love. And it is only to be done between those two pon- persons. Does that make sense Anonymous?"
  113. >You nod slowly.
  114. >"Excellent, you always have been such a fast learner you know?" she muses aloud, her hand trailing lightly up and down your arm now.
  115. >She blinks and returns her hoof to rest it firmly against your hand, "Now, many feel that making love is only a proper thing to be done between married couples. While that is my... preference, to be able to share such a blissful moment with a husband... uh, I understand that times have changed since I was a young mare and that this view is considered a little extreme by today's standards."
  116. >Yeah, you'll say.
  117. >You know of a few couples who have already done it.
  118. >"So, I will do what a proper mother would and not push my aged desires... upon your youthful outlook." she straightens up a little, "and so I accept for you to expand your experiences only with mares you feel you truly love and ones that truly loves you in return. Alright Anonymous?"
  119. >You nod, the sharpness in the way she asked you that last question tells you that it wasn't meant as a question at all.
  120. >She hums, pleased with herself, "Good. N-now..." she fidgets uncomfortably on your bed, her hoof retracts from your hand and she brings both up to smooth her dress a couple of times.
  121. >You catch glimpses of her form, still shapely for her age.
  122. >You've seen friend's moms who are in much worse shape than mom.
  123. >Once again you catch a glimpse, and are certain that you saw, her teats, more swollen than you've seen in accidental glances when she flicks her tail in the mornings during a stretch.
  124. >"Of course, now that you understand the meaning behind the action. There is still the matter of the action itself..."
  125. >Mom rises to her hooves.
  126. >You see what you  think is a thin strand connecting mom to your sheets, but the moment you focus on it, you see nothing hanging in the air between her thighs.
  127. >You do see however, a damp patch under the shadow of Mom's body.
  128. >She trots closer to you, with your seated position she's about eye level with you.
  129. >Her scent becomes stronger as she approaches, but it's different.
  130. >Not entirely clean like usual, there's a... an almost earthy smell coming from her too.
  131. >She raises a hoof and rests it against your cheek.
  132. >It's warm, her frog is soft against your skin.
  133. >"This is where I feel that a more active approach will be very effective in clearing away any misconceptions you might have heard. But understand Anonymous that this is going to be handled professionally on both parties okay? You are my son, no matter how what, and I am your mother. I do this because I love you very much Anonymous and I wish for you to grow into the finest young stall- man you can be. Someone who will make their wife very happy and proud to call you their... th-their husband okay?"
  134. >You nod, unsure exactly of what she's planning.
  135. "Okay mom. I love you too."
  136. >She rubs the tip of her snout on your nose exactly three times before stepping back from you.
  137. >She waves a hoof over her front.
  138. >"You noted my attire earlier, what I am wearing is called a nightgown. It is what a mare wears to bed only when she expects to be seen by her husband and noone else."
  139. >But... mom never got married. So why would she have-
  140. >"It is different from a pajama. For one, it is made of a softer and lighter material that better allows sensation over it."
  141. >She lifts your hand with a hoof and brings it closer towards her.
  142. >Your immediate instinct to jerk your hand back is quelled by some kind of deep seeded hesitation.
  143. >Mom places your hand on her wither and gently pulls your hand side to side until you start doing it yourself.
  144. >She closes her eyes for a moment as you gently rub your hand side to side.
  145. >You watch her neck curve as she brings her head closer to your hand.
  146. >Her hay colored mane drapes over your hand some, sending small tingles up your arm.
  147. >"Can you feel the difference Anonymous?"
  148. "Yes, it's so smooth. Y-you're so warm..." you respond, somewhat trancelike as you lose yourself into the feeling of her gown.
  149. >Mom lets out a small hum before seemingly coming to and sitting back up straight with her eyes open.
  150. >"It also serves to draw the eye, of ones beloved, to certain regions of the body."
  151. >She starts to turn around, you begin to retract your hand but that same hesitation from earlier comes up again.
  152. >Instead you hand freezes in place and Mom's body meets it once she has turned around almost entirely.
  153. >Your hand now rests near the end of her back, just inches away from where her flank begins.
  154. >She looks back at you over her shoulder.
  155. >The sight reminds you somewhat of one of those magazines a friend showed you he got from his older brother.
  156. >But mom is wearing more than that mare did, and despite that...she looks much better too.
  157. >Mom glances down at your hand, then back up at you.
  158. >You finally feel yourself able to retract your hand but are instructed not too by mom.
  159. >"Wait Anonymous, it is better for you to experience this first-hoo- hand. Do you see where my nightgown ends?"
  160. >Your eyes move away from her face, traveling down her neck and along her side, following the silky purple gown all the way down until you reach the end, very short frills that hug her at mid-flank.
  161. "Y-yes..."
  162. >"If you were to try removing my gown, where would you place your hand Anonymous?"
  163. >You swallow nervously.
  164. "I uh... I'd put them-"
  165. >"Use them please. The more hooves- hands-on experience you have with this, the better. Your mare will see you as the pinnacle of professionalism in every aspect of your lives together."
  166. >Your hand trembles the moment you take it off her silk coated body.
  167. >You return it to her back and instead slide your hand down along her back, trailing over the curve of her flank until your fingers can pinch the end of her nightgown.
  168. >Mom tenses up a little as your hand slid back, but she loosens up after a light shiver.
  169. >"And now the other and Anonymous" she instructs, taking another couple of steps to turn around completely, putting her rump at about eye level with you.
  170. >The earthy scent is much stronger now.
  171. >It's... not unpleasant.
  172. >In fact, you like it.
  173. >It makes your head feel kinda fuzzy.
  174. >Makes it hard to focus, outside of that sound that keeps coming up.
  175. >Like a step into mud or something, a squish.
  176. >Mom's rear is much rounder than you would have thought now that it's in front of your face.
  177. >Her tail is arching up, lifting the hem of her gown slightly and making it ride higher up on her flank than it was when she walked in.
  178. >Obeying her instruction, you place your other hand on her flank, pinching the gown with your other fingers.
  179. >You can feel the muscle of her rump tighten for a moment, then relax.
  180. >The squishing sound increases in pace.
  181. >Mom's tail twitches, slowly raising higher and higher with each one.
  182. >"N-now... do you see how the gown frames the privates Anonymous?"
  183. >You nod.
  184. >Apparently she either just knows you responded or maybe felt you through your hands bearing down on her slightly because she continues, "This is what I meant when I said it draws the eye."
  185. >Mom's tail slowly comes all the way up, you can sort of see her belly all shaded by the gown, peeking out at you from the very end of her tail.
  186. >She flicks it once and rests it against her flank, which means it drapes over your hand.
  187. >It's hot, her tail, you think you can feel moisture seeping down onto the back of your hand too.
  188. >If so, you have no question on what that moisture is.
  189. >Mom's pussy is now on full display.
  190. >Her dock throbs slightly making her tail shake a little each time since it can go no higher now.
  191. >Just below that, the pale flesh of her pucker twitches occasionally.
  192. >You're not sure if it's her tailhole twitching or the flesh just being moved with each quiver of her lips.
  193. >Puffy swollen lips that would probably be the same color as her pucker but are instead flushed with a very mesmerizing color.
  194. >They glisten with fluid that continually drips down onto your sheets.
  195. >Every so often her lips part, giving you a brief glance into her bright pink depths and producing the squishing sound you heard.
  196. >With each spread mom's clit, a pale fleshy pearl, winks out at you.
  197. >"-oused."
  198. "Wh-what?" you mumble.
  199. >Mom swats across your chest with her tail before flicking it back up over her flank.
  200. >Your face is hit with a wall of her scent, you quickly try to shake away the fuzzy haze in your mind and focus as mom re-explains, "I said that this is what it looks like when a mare is properly aroused. I expect the school showed you general anatomy so I don't think there's any need go over that, but being able to note the difference between normal and aroused is critical for you to learn so you will not act before your mare is ready."
  201. "Yes mom..."
  202. >She looks at you over her shoulder.
  203. >You can't bring yourself to look her in the eyes with your hands sort of on her ass.
  204. >She steps forward, pulling the gown out of your grasp, before turning around to face you again.
  205. >Mom touches a hoof to your cheek again, she tilts you head so you have to look into her deep blue eyes.
  206. >"Anonymous, are you alright? Are you feeling overwhelmed with this lesson?"
  207. "I-I dunno mom... I just think-"
  208. >You feel a nudge against your crotch.
  209. >The shock that travels up your spine shuts your brain down for a moment.
  210. >When you come to you realize she's looking down at your crotch, her hoof is gently tracing circles over it.
  211. >Your cock is hard, really hard.
  212. >You didn't even realize how much until Mom started touching it with her hoof.
  213. >A gasp escapes your lips.
  214. >Mom raises your head again to look her in the eyes while she continues tracing circles over the crotch of your pants.
  215. >"Make eye contact Anonymous. If a mare is pleasing her stallion, she wishes to see the results of her efforts okay?" she says in an almost growl.
  216. "Y-yes!" you half-gasp out.
  217. >Mom takes her hoof off of the crotch of your pants and trots back to the end of the bed, turning her rear towards you again.
  218. >"Now that you have been properly aroused, with little physical effort on my part..." she mumbles to herself, "Y-you can disrobe yourself and come over to me."
  219. >You practically rip your clothes away and toss them onto the floor.
  220. >"I will forgive your messiness just then as acting in the throws of passion, something that can be a very stimulating display for me- a mare..."
  221. >You shuffle closer to her, cock leading the way as it stands firmly in the air.
  222. >You stop just behind her, cock throbbing just away from her dripping marehood, the heat on your cockhead is incredibly stimulating.
  223. >"You are performing very well Anonymous, I am quite-" she lets out a shuddered breath, "Pleased.... N-now, before we continue the lesson there is something very important I overlooked earlier."
  224. >Her hips rock back and forth, gently prodding herself with the head of your cock.
  225. >"I overlooked it because the notion of doing anything else is so improper that I had forgotten to discuss positions. Or rather position, because there is only one that you should ever concern yourself with. The one I am about to demonstrate to you."
  226. >She rocks her hips back, bringing your swollen cockhead against her entrance.
  227. >Mom stifles a squeak, "Th-this position is ca-ca-called missionary" she says, slowly bringing you into her hot depths.
  228. >Her walls caress and tug every inch that passes through her moist lips.
  229. >The feeling is indescribable, she's so hot inside it feels like your cock is going to melt right off.
  230. >"It is the only position in which a couple makes lov- ah.... love. B-because it is the only way we can be closest to each other. T-to feel every inch of your young lover against you, i-inside you" she says, trying to keep her composure through panted breaths.
  231. >Mom hilts you deep inside her massaging folds.
  232. >The feeling of her wet clit winking against your balls makes your back shiver with so much intensity that you fall forward and plant your chest over your mom's back.
  233. >She tenses up, arching her back against you, bringing her cheek up to yours.
  234.  
  235.  
  236.  
  237.  
  238. >”Ah~” Mom gasps, tilting her head all the way up so her hot breath tickles your ear.
  239. >Your arms wrap tightly around her barrel.
  240. >Her lips brush against the lobes of your ear, you can hear the faint click of her teeth as she fails to successfully nibble you.
  241. >Either because she can’t or doesn’t want to you’re unsure, regardless mom quickly brings her head down and shifts around under you slightly so she can stand up a little taller.
  242. >She clears her throat loudly, and takes in long shuddered breath before quickly buffing it out, “My apologies Anonymous. I was overwhelmed momentarily by your… enthusiasm for learning.”
  243. >You stifle a snicker, the way her clit winks against your sack gives her away completely.
  244. >Still mom carries on with her professional pretense, “As I was trying to say, this position is called, mnn- missionary. And it is the only proper position in which two persons make love as this is the only position that allows for two persons to be closest.”
  245. >She wiggles her butt slowly, grinding against you left to right while tickling your thighs with her fur.
  246. >Mom also arches her back the other way, pressing it firmly against your chest and belly.
  247. >”Do you feel how close we are Anonymous?” she asks breathily, her walls steadily contracting at the base of your cock and slowly pressing their way down your length, milking you passionately.
  248. “Yes mother, I can feel you all over” you mumble through the elysian sensation.
  249. >She hums with satisfaction, “The other reason why this is the only position you should perform is because it is the most effective at filling my- your lover’s womb with your thick hot young… virile… uh, seed.” she quips after beginning to drone for a moment.
  250. >Mom nudges your face with he back of her head, “G-go on and move Anonymous, this will give you a better understanding of the position.”
  251. >Not one to question mom, you do as she says.
  252. >Your torso slides dow her back some as your hips draw away from mom’s supple ass.
  253. >Your cock pulls out from her slowly, her walls quickly react in protest, milking you faster to entice you to remain deep inside her.
  254. >The feeling of her walls desperately massaging your head as it nearly exists her is enough to make your vision start to go white.
  255. >The chilly air blowing through the small gap between your privates alone is more than enough to convince you to dive back in.
  256. >Mom’s stifled moan and being greeted by the hot hug of her velvety walls only cements the decision.
  257. >Your bodies make a muffled clap as your waist slaps against mom’s rear.
  258. >Her back arches slightly, for just a moment, before she relaxes again.
  259. >”N-now Anonymous, I’m sure you know that stallions have a different shape to their organ than yours…”
  260. >You shift your hips, only pulling out a little before forcing yourself back inside.
  261. >”They have a ring partway down their length and a flared tip. Th-these features exist so that when they climax their sperm is able to reach the cervix.”
  262. >You find a steady rhythm while your mom continues to explain, letting out a sharp breath every once in a while or pausing to stifle a sound of pleasure.
  263. >”Y-you do n-not possess these traits. Twilight Sparkle has noted, and I am currently- Celestia above- BLESSED to experience that you can skirt around this difference by penetrating fully inside and even sometimes- ha~ penetrating into the cervix with your- rounded head” she growls the word 'rounded' as you happened to have thrust into her hard enough to make a much louder clap with your bodies.
  264. >Mom has no more information to divulge, her mind is now focused on matching your rhythm.
  265. >Her hips push back as yours thrust forward, your cock buries deeper inside her now than ever before.
  266. >You gasp and instinctively clench your hands from the sudden jolt of pleasure.
  267. >”Oh! Yes!” Mom gasps.
  268. >Her walls constrict tightly around you, you can feel a warm trickle travel down over your sack and down your thighs.
  269. >Mom trembles under you, her walls begin to contract sporadically, no longer working with the intent to milk your member.
  270. >The chaotic pleasure all over your cock makes your head go all fuzzy.
  271. >Mom lowers her head, all you can hear are low shuddered inhales and exhales for a time.
  272. >She takes in a sharp breath and throws her head back up again, “I-I see we have f-found a trait that is unique to humans in this context…”
  273. >You pause mid thrust unsure of what trait she means.
  274. >”Your hands Anonymous, my lovely boy~” she coos.
  275. >You realize now that your hands are cupped around her plump swollen teats.
  276. >At some point they must have slipped under the gap in her gown, probably when you tensed up and clenched your hands.
  277. >Mom slowly drives her hips back, drawing you deeper into her, “Please c-continue Anonymous. It is my duty as your mother to ensure you have a proper-“ she lets out a low strained moan as you hilt inside her again, her walls pumping your cock rapidly to give you the sensation that you were ravishing her lewd depths, “understanding” she squeaks.
  278. >You resume pumping away at her marely folds, now also while kneading her teats.
  279. >She gives you short words of encouragement or praise in between panted breaths.
  280. >”Y-yes, just like that Anonymous… B-be sure to listen to your moth- mare and ensure that you are not too rough hnng~”
  281. >You cut her off with a sharp twist of her pointed nipples.
  282. >Your fingers unwind and you bring mom back into a lulled state by gently tracing circles around her bumpy areolas.
  283. >This feels too good.
  284. >Her smell surrounds you.
  285. >Her heat against your chest and around your cock is incredible.
  286. >You can feel a pressure building in your loins.
  287. >You push harder against mom’s rump.
  288. >The sounds of your bodies coming together gets louder.
  289. >Mom pushes back even harder against you.
  290. >A gasp escapes her lips, and suddenly she jumps a little in place and trots forward, walking out from under you and causing you to fall down.
  291. >Your chest plants into the damp puddle that was forming under the space between her legs.
  292. >You can hear her heavy breathing hovering just above the back of your head.
  293. >”I am terribly sorry Anonymous. How utterly unprofessional of me, to get so wrapped up and forget my purpose.”
  294. >You feel her nudge the top of your head.
  295. >You look up from the mattress and get an upwards view of your mother in all her sultry glory.
  296. >Marehood dripping with a viscous yellow fluid.
  297. >Shiny fleshy pearl peeking out rapidly at you.
  298. >Tight shapely rump, fur matted with a mixture of your combined sweat and her secretions.
  299. >Two plump and perky teats now clearly visible with her gown having shifted up as a result of your actions.
  300. >Her mane is matted to her neck, all messy with just the barest hints of the sharp professional style she was keeping it in showing.
  301. >She slowly lowers herself down onto your bed, tucking her legs underneath her and making her shapely rear even curvier as her flesh bunches up.
  302. >”Twilight Sparkle discovered that in human culture, there is a position they consider to be proper…”
  303. >She shifts her body, so more of her side lays on the bed.
  304. >Her eyes shimmer with an intensity you’ve not seen before.
  305. >The color burning on her cheeks is adorably hot.
  306. >She avoids looking at you while continuing her explanation, “Coincidentally enough they too have deemed it the missionary position.”
  307. >Mom rolls onto her back completely, her tight pucker is directly in line with your eyes.
  308. >You look on in awe as the quivering flesh becomes slowly coated in her arousal as it now drips down and begins to run over her dock and soak into her tail.
  309. >Mom’s rear legs twitch slightly with each wink of her clitoris, she beacons you over with a waft of her forehoof.
  310. >You quickly rise to your knees and crawl over towards her.
  311. >Her legs spread further, rear hooves slip around to the sides of your hips.
  312. >She pulls on you lightly, coaxing you closer to her.
  313. >You shimmy up some more, until your slick and stiffened cock rests comfortably between her teats.
  314. >Mom bites her lip, you can see her tense up a little.
  315. >Her clit winks like mad, peppering the base of your cock now with sloppy wet kisses.
  316. >She raises her chin at you, “How utterly vulgar…” she muses aloud.
  317. >Your cock throbs, gently slapping her on the teats with each rise and fall.
  318. >Mom twitches overtime your member slaps down on her.
  319. >”Just look at how little contact your body makes with my own…”
  320. >You look down at yourself.
  321. >It would only take the smallest shifting back of your hips and then the only connection with mom is at the waist.
  322. >Your chest does feel a little cold…
  323. >Mom huffs, “W-well under any other circumstance I wouldn’t agree to such an… improper position to make love to but, this is part of my obligation to you as your mother.”
  324. >She gently grazes your sides with her rearlegs.
  325. >Her butt pushes against your balls, you can feel the plumpness of her pucker against your sensitive flesh.
  326. >”So just this once I will… put aside my grievances so that you may connect with your native culture.”
  327. >You rest a hand on her chest.
  328. >Mom’s rearleg weakly kicks once, her eyes look over towards you as you graze your hand around in small circles over the warm silk.
  329. “Thank you mother…” you mumble in response.
  330. >A flash of surprise passes over her eyes.
  331. >She reaches out and touches a hoof to your shoulder, pulling you down to your hands.
  332. >You shift your hips back and position yourself at mom’s slickened entrance.
  333. >She takes in a short breath, holding it in with a bitten lip as you slowly enter her again.
  334. >A shiver travels up your spine as you part her tight slick walls with your hardened manhood.
  335. >She grips you firmly at the hips with her legs and forces herself on you, pushing you in the rest of the way.
  336. >Her eyes look directly up at the ceiling as you both remain there, connected.
  337. >Both of your heavy breaths and the sound of her winking are the only sounds in the quiet room.
  338. >Occasionally her eyes glance down and lock with yours before returning to the ceiling.
  339. >”I-I’m afraid I don’t know what the proper actions to take like this. It’s so… unprofessional for a mother like me too-“
  340. >She cuts herself off the moment your hands comes to rest on her flank.
  341. >You can feel the soft flesh and firm muscle shift beneath your grasp as you dig your hands in and slowly withdraw your length.
  342. >Mom’s forelegs curl up in front of her chest, her eyes seem to hover at the top of her head as you pull out of her despite her walls best efforts to keep you in.
  343. >You do not disobey her body’s desires for long.
  344. >Just long enough to pump your member between her teats a couple of times.
  345. >Your sack makes a wet clap against her quivering lips with each thrust.
  346. >”Anonymous! You are- AH~” she started to scold you, but you quickly put an end to the by driving your full length into her hot depths in a single thrust.
  347. >You feel pressure at the very tip of your head.
  348. >Mom’s walls squeeze you tightly in place, again they work in unison to wring you dry of every drop that has yet to flow.
  349. >You pull back from her viselike grip on your sensitive flesh, feeling tingles travel up your spine with every inch withdrawn.
  350. >A gentle brush makes itself known at your chest.
  351. >Looking down you see Mom’s forehooves are extended out towards you.
  352. >Her eyes dart from the ceiling to you and back again in quick succession.
  353. >You lean forward, forcing her legs to spread even wider apart so she can plant her hooves upon your chest proper.
  354. >With your hands now on the mattress you have even better leverage to thrust with your hips.
  355. >You focus your eyes on mom’s face, the beautiful flush of color on her face simply mesmerizes you.
  356. >Your hips begin to rock back and forth.
  357. >Slowly at first.
  358. >Only withdrawing an inch or two of yourself before plunging it back inside her hot silky folds.
  359. >Mom’s hooves rest limply against your chest like they were more of an afterthought.
  360. >Soon you begin to increase the pace, wet slaps of your sweaty body on hers accompany the sounds of her sopping winking.
  361. >Her hooves begin to grip your chest now, partially supporting your weight but still mostly against you.
  362. >She looks over at you now, fully, her crystal blue eyes gaze deeply into yours as you experience the human missionary position with her.
  363. >Her mane is a complete mess now, some of it is matted to her damp forehead and neck, the rest of it is splayed out behind her head all over your mattress.
  364. >She looks fucking sexy.
  365. >You begin to thrust with even more vigor.
  366. >Mom now fights to maintain eye contact with you, they keep wanting to roll up as you pound away at her tight pussy.
  367. >Her hooves now grip you firmly, either supporting your weight or pulling you in depending on which part of your thrust you’re doing.
  368. >You can’t stop letting out moans as the pressure begins to build in your loins again.
  369. >”S-s… op” she mumbles through stifled moans.
  370. “Wh-what?” you ask between panted breaths.
  371. >Her rearlegs slip up and around your back, curling her lower half such that you are even further enveloped into her.
  372. >She girls you tightly, both around your cock and around your waist.
  373. >”I said you need to s-stop Anonymous.” she commands.
  374. >You remain firmly planted inside her.
  375. >Cock throbs desperately while her walls continue to contract and milk you.
  376. >You tremble against her body, only heavy breaths escape your lips.
  377. >You can feel mom tremble against you.
  378. >Looking into her eyes you can see them shimmer, not only with the intensity of before but with tears.
  379. >”What I have done is… beyond unprofessional, it’s downright immoral” she whispers.
  380. >Her eyes look down, “There was never any need for a demonstration but I… Anonymous, my dear son I couldn’t resist. M-my years are getting on and I can feel my chances at-”
  381. >She shakes like a leaf in a storm under you now, leaving her sentence unfinished.
  382. >Though you’re pretty sure you know what she’s trying to say.
  383. >”And now look at me, a desperate old and lonely mare… pinned underneath you in some farce that dares call itself missionary position. H-how could something like this be considered appropriate!?” she shouts, tears begin to soak into her fur.
  384. >”J-just look at us, huddled and facing each other… even if we were different- h-how could this be considered making lo-“
  385. >Your thumb wipes away the tears just as they start to form, startling her into silence.
  386. >You caress her cheek and even brush some of her matted mane away.
  387. >Mom eyes you with such a strong uncertainty.
  388. “You said… you said that making love can only happen between two persons who love each other.”
  389. >Mom blinks once, her face still frozen in shock and unreadable.
  390. >”I did…” she whispers.
  391. >You shift your weight so that you are now resting on your forearms, this brings your body almost entirely overtop of her.
  392. “And that a proper missionary position brings two persons the closest together…” you add while confirming the fact by pushing your waist against hers once.
  393. >Mom jumps a little at the sensation, then quickly returns to her blank look.
  394. >”Yes, Anonymous” she responds.
  395. >You lean down further, little by little your face comes closer to hers.
  396. >Her big beautiful blue eyes get larger.
  397. >The warmth of her sweet breath gets warmer.
  398. >The heat from her body surrounds you along with her scent.
  399. >Clean with just a small tinge of sweat.
  400. “Well I think that we’re closest now, mother.”
  401. >Your lips hover just above hers.
  402. >”Anonymous…” she calls you with a strong hesitation in her voice.
  403. >But you’re certain.
  404. “And I love you, mother.
  405. >She closes the gap, much to your surprise.
  406. >Her lips press forcefully into yours.
  407. >You can feel the love behind every movement.
  408. >You lose yourself in that love and bury yourself in her.
  409. >Mom’s fur tickles your cheek as her hooves wrap around your neck.
  410. >She loosens her grip on your waist, allowing you to move freely again.
  411. >And you immediately make use of this freedom.
  412. >You trust into her with wild abandon.
  413. >Mom gasps and moans into your mouth as you send rippled of pleasure through her body.
  414. >All the activity from before has kept you on the edge of bursting for some time now.
  415. >The pressure builds once more and this time, finally, there’s no need to stop.
  416. >You break the kiss, her lips travel all over your face  as you breathe heavily on her neck.
  417. “Mom?” you gasp out.
  418. >”Mnnyes?” she moans.
  419. “This position might not be the most… effective but…”
  420. >She hugs you tightly, breathing on your face as you feel her walls get increasingly tighter around you.
  421. >Mom tenses up, realization of what you were saying dawn on her.
  422. “Anonymous?!”
  423. >You plant your lips on hers for a moment before breaking the kiss.
  424. “I love you, mom.”
  425. >She is silent save for her heavy breaths, she locks eyes with you.
  426. >They’re so beautiful.
  427. >”I love you too.”
  428. >One final thrust.
  429. >Your head becomes fuzzy.
  430. >Thoughts become scattered.
  431. >Everything goes white.
  432.  
  433. >Mom’s legs swing back and forth with each of your thrusts.
  434. >They slap against your chest weakly as you savor the feeling of her tight walls around your stiff member.
  435. >Her swollen belly shifts with each slow thrust.
  436. >You place a very gentle hand against her soft fur and rub little circles over the foal bump.
  437. >Mom’s head is lazily thrown back, her eyes are lightly closed and she lets out breath moans with each exhale.
  438. >You snicker.
  439. >”And what do you think is so funny Anonymous?”
  440. >You look down and see a very flush faced mom scowling back up at you.
  441. “Nothing mom, I’m just enjoying myself.”
  442. >She blinks her face back to neutral, “Oh. Quite,  W-well, I am too. Very much.” she quips.
  443. “I should hope so, you’re the one who asked me to-“
  444. >Mom’s tail flicks up and swats you on the thigh.
  445. >You yelp and step back in surprise.
  446. >Mom lets out a gasp of surprise.
  447. >She lifts her head up to look past her swollen belly at you.
  448. >A frown firmly upon her face, “And a proper father should not need to be asked to fill the needs of the mother of his foal.”
  449. >She looks mad, but you can see her expression already softening at the word father, diminishes at the word mother, and all but drops at the word foal.
  450. >Mom rubs a hoof over her stomach then glances back over at you, her eyes shimmer with desire and regret for swatting you away.
  451. >You walk back over to the edge of the bed.
  452. >Taking her rear hooves in each hand you spread her legs apart and step closer.
  453. >Turns out the human missionary is perfect once the mother is too burdened to support the father and her foal when wanting to make love.
  454. >You position yourself at her entrance again.
  455. >Slowly you enter her again, savoring every hot sensation as you pass through her swollen lips.
  456. >Once you have hilted all the way inside, you pause to let her finish enjoying you as well.
  457. >You can’t help but smile at the sight, seeing your mother so happy brings a warm feeling to your chest.
  458. >Your eyes travel down to her teats, now even more swollen and presently forming the faintest beads of milk at the tips.
  459. >Mom gives her trademark rump wiggle, letting you know she wants you to start moving again.
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