Mother Sunset Shimmer by Anonymous


                                            ”Sunset, I’m home.”

                                            >You call out as you step into the cozy apartment building you share with mom.

                                            >Cozy is her word for it, to you it’s just small.

                                            >Small enough that you might walk in on her naked if you don’t announce yourself.

                                            >Mom is sort of a “free spirit” that way, not really big on privacy. Or clothes.

                                            >She swears it’s normal where she grew up.

                                            >She might have mentioned a few times that if it weren’t for you being embarrassed about it she would spend the entire summer in the nude.

                                            >You drop your bag by the door and are kicking your shoes off as you wait for a reply. When it’s not forthcoming you try again.

                                            “Sunset? Are you decent?”

                                            >”Haven’t had any complaints yet!” she laughs through the bathroom door.

                                            >You’re already rolling your eyes as you enter the open common room

                                            >Normally the space is a chaotic mess of mom’s creativity and your school life; take-out pizza boxes, musical instruments, game console, paintings on canvas, dozens of poems and half-finished novels, and the occasional white board scrawled with mathematical or chemical formulas that spring from her mind at a moment’s notice

                                            >Now almost everything is packed away in boxes, stacked neatly against the walls.

                                            >A sobering reminder that soon the two of you would be going your separate ways.

                                            >”Hey Anon, how’s my special guy?”

                                            >Mom has popped out of the bathroom, fresh from the shower and wearing nothing but a long baby-doll T-shirt that’s hanging low enough to cover her bottom half.

                                            “Sunset.”

                                            >You begin adverting your eyes. Mom just looks at you confused

                                            “Pants.”

                                            >She finally seems to notice as she looks down at her bare legs and barely covered hips, then a mischievous grin spreads across her face

                                            >Instead of going back to her room mom extends her leg a step towards you, then bunching up the hem of her shirt in one hand she begins teasingly pulling the loose fabric up.

                                            “Whoa, h-hold on!”

                                            >You freeze up, suddenly mom yanks her shirt up above her waist, flashing you her black colored spats, the one with the weird ying-yang sun symbol over the crotch

                                            >”Ta-da! Hehe sorry kiddo, I’m in no-pants sort of mood today.”

                                            >You exhale sharply, relieved and annoyed all at once. Mom is giggling madly as she mock-poses like a swimsuit model, holding the shirt tightly in her hand above her stomach, proud to show off her flat athletic tummy any chance she gets. None of the other moms could do that.

                                            >She’s still laughing as she drops her shirt and walks briskly to you, wrapping you in a warm hug. You try to do your best to remain sour looking while awkwardly hugging her back

                                            >”Hehe, what’s the matter with you all of a sudden Anon?. You’re always so moody lately.” She teases you.

                                            >Maybe you had been acting different around her, but things were different now. You weren’t a little kid anymore


                                            >”Hmmm. You’re back early, aren’t you?” Mom remembers suddenly, looking up at you

                                            >”How did your date with that cute red-head go? What was her name again, Twist?”

                                            “It went fine.”

                                            >You lie

                                            “We hung out for a bit, but she still had a bunch of homework to finish, and I still have some things left to pack.”

                                            >You usually make a point of never lying to mom

                                            >Mostly because she has an uncanny knack for seeing right through you when you try to bullshit her, but this was one of those times that you weren’t in a feeling-sharing mood

                                            >Mom doesn’t say anything for a moment as she holds you, and even though her hands rubbing against your back feels nice you don’t enjoy having to lie to her face like this

                                            >”Oh, I see.”

                                            >You keep your poker face on as she pulls back from her hug a bit, smiling up at you reassuringly

                                            >”Well, you’ll be at University before you know it. There’s going to be plenty of time for girls and partying, and finding yourself. So don’t worry about it too much if things don’t work out with her, alright Sunshine?”

                                            >You don’t know how she does it, but you’re not going to give her the satisfaction of admitting anything tonight.

                                            >You nod as mom reaches up to tussle your bangs playfully before finally releasing you

                                            >It’s true that still had packing to do, but right now you’re not thinking about anything other than microwave pizza pockets and honing your skills in a few games of Bikini Warriors 9 before bed

                                            >You’re leaving the attached kitchen, plate of pizza-pops in hand, on your way to your bedroom when your attention is suddenly drawn back to the common room and you come to an abrupt stop

                                            >Mom is standing, rather, bending over in front of the flat screen and rummaging through a box of movies.

                                            >What’s caught your attention specifically however is that mom is oblivious to the fact that her shirt has rode up again, and her apple-bottomed ass is swaying on full display behind her

                                            >You should have looked away, or said something to make her stop.

                                            >Instead you stand transfixed for a long moment, taking everything in, noticing the little details

                                            >Like the way that the bottom point of her decorative star on her spats reaches all the way down, nestling almost perfectly between the puffy outline of her pussy lips

                                            >Or how when she squeezes her thighs the fabric bunches and puckers over her asshole

                                            >“Anon!”


                                            >Mom shouts out, nearly causing your heart to explode in your chest

                                            >You’re already trying to think of what the hell you can say to explain yourself, when you realize she still hasn’t noticed you

                                            >”If you’re not busy tonight, how about watching a movie with me? The DVD player is still hooked up.”

                                            >You take an extended pause to settle yourself, facing away from her shimmying hips, answering only when you’re confident that your voice won’t betray you

                                            ”Uh, sure Sunset. That’s fine, I guess...”

                                            >”Oh, good! It’s been too long since we’ve had a movie night, just the two of us. And I had the peeerfect idea.”

                                            “Wait, what movie... Don’t tell me it’s”

                                            >Mom whirls around on you with a twirl of her long red and blonde hair, her smile practically giddy as she clutches a worn dvd case of “Eat, Pray, Love” to her chest

                                            >You groan inwardly, already regretting your decision.


                                            >You’re already an hour into this shlock and you are trying to mentally distract yourself

                                            >At first by making a mental list of all the poor decisions you had made today to wind up here

                                            >Some vapid middle-aged woman played by Julia Roberts is on screen and talking about her spirituality, or finding herself, or something equally stupid and shallow

                                            >”Ah, I just love this movie...!”

                                            >Mom says breathlessly, oblivious to your suffering

                                            >You had started the film sitting at the edge of the sofa with mom in the middle, but it hadn’t been long before she had scooted over to lay against your chest and stretch her long bare legs out across the rest

                                            “You know, I could just sit on the floor if you need more room”

                                            You offer sarcastically, mom responds by snuggling up tighter against you and sighing

                                            >”No thanks, I like you just where you are Sunshine.”

                                            >A few minutes go by as you squirm in your seat to ‘adjust’ yourself

                                            >You’re trying your hardest to not draw attention to it, but all the extra warmth, and how good it feels is stirring life into your loins, and making this seating arrangement... tenuous at best

                                            >Mom turns slowly to glance up at you with those bright cerulean eyes, sending her long red and blonde hair spilling across your lap

                                            >”Hey... I’m not making you uncomfortable, am I? Do you want some space...?” she asks, searching your face as her smile wavers with concern

                                            “Nope.”

                                            >You lean back in your seat and cross your legs to conceal your growing shame, if mom was still having second thoughts you put them to rest by resting your hand on her waist, holding her close

                                            >Mom is satisfied with that answer, she wiggles her hips approvingly before settling back in to snuggle against you

                                            >You’ll just have to tough it out with anon jr. squeezed uncomfortably against your leg

                                            >You’ll make it up to him later

                                            >You don’t complain, mainly because you don’t want to hurt mom’s feelings

                                            >But you also just miss the days when the two of you could hang out together like this


                                            >Sunset was... well, maybe she wasn’t what most people would think a mother should be like

                                            >But she was your friend, and you knew she loved you more than life itself

                                            >And maybe if you were being completely honest with yourself, you liked having her here like this

                                            >The weight of her soft motherly figure pressed up against you, her warmth slowly radiating around you

                                            >Her feminine body scent mingling with her exotic show-horse brand of shampoo and conditioner

                                            >Okay, the shampoo was pretty odd, but it was just something distinctly “Sunset”

                                            >”Thanks, by the way.” mom says out of the blue

                                            >”For watching this with me. I know it’s not really a ‘guy’ film, but this one means a lot to me... I was your age when I first saw it, and it inspired me to get out and travel the world... In fact, that’s partly how I ended up having you.”

                                            “Sunset. Please, TMI”

                                            >She giggles but relents, sparing you any further details of her adventurous youth or which of the men she met along the way was potentially your father


                                            >You settle back into being quiet as the film nears its final act

                                            >You’ve long stopped paying attention to the screen though, staring straight ahead your mind is now making its own movie

                                            >The role of the boring washed-up actress is quickly discarded for a new leading lady

                                            >Sunset’s head imposes itself over hers, followed shortly by an upgrade to her breasts and hips to match mom’s figure

                                            >The blah blah blah is drowned out

                                            >The new leading man in your head film... he’s kissing Sunset

                                            >He’s stripping off Sunset’s clothes now as they kiss

                                            >Her blouse tears open, her skirt and panties dangling off one leg which hooks itself around his waist

                                            >You glance down at mom by reflex, she’s still smiling blissfully

                                            >The leading man in your movie tears Sunset’s bra off

                                            >He’s holding her against a wall as he takes her breast into his mouth

                                            >She’s gasping now

                                            >”Sunshine, we... we can’t. We’re-”

                                            >Sunset doesn’t get a chance to finish her thought

                                            >That man ignores her protests as he reaches between her legs

                                            >He inserts a finger inside her, she’s so slick already he meets with little resistance

                                            ”After all that teasing, and you think I’ll let you stop now?”

                                            >He taunts her, his voice deep and pitiless with repressed frustration

                                            >Mom hums softly, partially distracting you from your movie

                                            >Her cheeks look flush now in the dim room as she watches the climax of the film

                                            >Mom’s rubbing your leg softly now, but you focus on your own story

                                            >Sunset’s back is arched against the wall, her head thrown back and moaning helplessly

                                            >That man has taken his sweet time playing with her, his hand strokes her faster and faster until she can’t take it anymore

                                            >Then he slows down, letting her just enough time to cool off

                                            >Sunset is trembling now, she needs it badly

                                            >She no longer cares that what they’re doing is wrong

                                            >”Please...”


                                            >Sunset licks her lips, whispering in a desperate, dry voice into that man’s ear

                                            >”Sunshine... please.”

                                            >Your vaguely aware that real sweat has started to bead on your forehead and trickle down your neck

                                            >Mom is like a giant hot booby water-bottle pressed against yourself

                                            >Your shame-filled boner has made a return with a vengeance, pressed painfully into your leg

                                            >”Please... even if you can’t respect me as a mother ever again, I... I just need to feel you inside me...!”

                                            >That was all the encouragement that he needed

                                            >He lifts Sunset up by her waist, practically weightless he swings her around like a doll

                                            >He slaps her down against the bed, causing her to squeal and bounce

                                            >Where did the bed come from? Don’t remember, don’t care now

                                            >He grabs Sunset by the ankle, parting her legs in front of him

                                            >Mom looks up at you, she’s biting her bottom lip

                                            >Her eyes are wide, precious blue eyes filled with anxiety, with lust

                                            >Mom’s-

                                            >Sunset’s pussy is glistening from earlier, the flush pink flesh beckons to you

                                            >You rip off your pants with such force they practically disintigrate

                                            >Finally free from the painful confines of your pants, Sunset’s mouth drops in shock as she sees the real you

                                            >Hung like a horse that is

                                            >Mom suddenly bursts into laughter


                                            >You’re startled out of your day-dream, the scene, the actors vanishing

                                            >The real movie is already over, showing only credits.

                                            >What is mom laughing about?

                                            >She sits up on the sofa, waving her hand apologetically as she struggles to contain herself

                                            >”S-Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to... interrupt.”

                                            >What

                                            What

                                            >You stare blankly at mom

                                            >She’s still having a giggle fit as she holds her stomach in one hand

                                            >”Hehe, G-go on... You have me on the edge of the bed, and we’re about to-hehe, and then you’re snrk like a h-horse?! Bwahaha!”

                                            >You’re frozen to your seat in abject horror

                                            >The heat in your face and your loins has been drained away to be replaced with cool sobering reality

                                            >You want to stand up and run, but your body has already surrendered to death

                                            >Why

                                            >How

                                            >Also Why

                                            >Several terrible minutes go by without God answering you as mom gets all the laughter out of her system

                                            >She places a hand on your arm and rubs it reassuringly

                                            >”S-sunshine... I mean, Anon. We really need to talk. Or several talks now maybe, I guess. But the first talk should be about how me and all my friends have magic powers. Mine... happens to be mind reading.”


                                            >You are Anon

                                            >You are currently staying with friends until you can look mom in the eye without wanting to die

                                            >Or for her to stop reassuring you that she still loves you and that you don’t need to feel ashamed

                                            >But she thinks it’s a good idea for you to find a new girlfriend

                                            >University can’t come soon enough