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need... MOMMY (WIP)

By DaybreakerAnon
Created: 22nd November 2021 04:10:47 AM
22nd November 2021 04:12:46 AM

  1. A non-canon clop spinoff the Untitled Marital Problems Story (https://ponepaste.org/5641). It is strongly suggested that you read it until line 1640 in the main story to have the contextual understanding of what's going on in this clopfic.
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  3. >These pancakes are delicious; Mom's always are.
  4. >It's about the only thing good about this morning.
  5. >That, and the blowjob... fucked up as it was.
  6. >Cadence tried to dine with you and Mom following the shower incident, Harmony bless her.
  7. >However, Cadence's anger was palpable.
  8. >It seemed to radiate off her pink coat, intensifying the tension of the otherwise-empty cavernous dining hall.
  9. >"Excuse me," Cadence growled as she retreated from the table.
  10. "Hey, wait up!"
  11. >You scrambled from your seat to catch up with the trotting mare.
  12. >Cadence stopped but didn't turn to watch your approach.
  13. >Her neck tensed at your touch.
  14. >"I need to think, Anonymous," Cadence said after finally looking at you. "I'm going for a long flight. Don't expect to see me until this evening at the earliest."
  15. "Oh..." you said, shoulders slumping when Cadence left the room.
  16. >"She'll come around," Mom says as you fall back into your seat.
  17. "And if she doesn't?"
  18. >"Not to sound callous, but you did tell me you didn't want to marry her."
  19. "That's true..." is your idle reply as you poke the remains of your pancakes with a fork.
  20. >Mom doesn't eat anything else, choosing instead to study your body language.
  21. >You pay her no mind, poke at your food a minute longer, then push your plate away.
  22. >After allowing some time for contemplative silence, Mom clears her throat, which earns your attention.
  23. >"I'm not trying to push the issue Sunshine," Mom begins, "but we must discuss contingencies in the event Cadence refuses your hand."
  24. >Rubbing your temples, you respond with a short, barking laugh.
  25. "Contingencies? Aunt Luna is still banished, so..."
  26. >You look up from the table, to Mom's perfect white muzzle.
  27. >Try as she might, even she can't mask her emotions from you the way she can from everypony else.
  28. >Her facade is neutral- for the most part- but a trickle of anxiety leaks through.
  29. >Your dream from last night flashes through your mind.
  30. >Once again you realize she's willing to do anything for you.
  31. >But there's still that mental hurdle to overcome; marrying your mom.
  32. >And of course, the part that comes with it.
  33. >The morning's fiasco floods your mind again, making your squirm in your seat.
  34. >"Anonymous?" Mom asks, returning you to the present. "What are you thinking, dearest?"
  35. "I uh..." you begin, face growing hot "Just thinking about the alternative."
  36. >"Looks like a certain colt is coming around to the idea if that blush is anything to judge by!" she responds with a chuckle.
  37. "Well yeah, I'm not, y'know... opposed to it... it's just that-"
  38. >"Just what, Anon?" she asks, reaching across the table to rest a hoof on your hand.
  39. "It's just that... ugh! You're my mother!"
  40. >"Anonymous... I know such an arrangement would be... unconventional by today's standards," she counters, unable to stop her ears from drooping, "but if you would look past-"
  41. "That's not my issue!"
  42. >"Then what is?" Mom replies, her voice barely more than a whisper.
  43. "Look, I'll admit that when you told me I had to marry either Cadence or you, I was totally opposed to the idea of marrying my mom."
  44. >"Perfectly understandable."
  45. "After that conversation, I had a dream about you and I... you know-"
  46. >"Did you now?" Mom asks with an amused tone, her face brightening.
  47. "Kinda. I woke up before we..."
  48. >Mom rubs her hoof up and down your forearm.
  49. >Her affections are slow, calculated, and feather-light; making the hairs on your arm stand.
  50. >"Before we did *what*, Sunshine?"
  51. >You look away.
  52. "Before we rutted. And then there was everything that happened this morning-"
  53. >"Which we *both* enjoyed. Spell or no spell." Mom giggles, pulling her hooves back to cover her blushing, smiling face.
  54. >You lock eyes with her, flabbergasted at her admission.
  55. >Mom cocks an eyebrow at you, waiting for your affirmation.
  56. "I shouldn't want this," you say, looking down at the embroidered tablecloth. "But after what's happened, I can't stop thinking about it. Oh, this is such a big problem, what with Cadence and..."
  57. >You don't finish the thought, opting to pull at your hair as Mom saunters around the table.
  58. >"Perhaps the real problem, Sunshine," Mom says as she stops at your immediate left, "the real dragon in the room, if you will..."
  59. >She places her muzzle next to your cheek.
  60. >Your heart is about to pound through your chest.
  61. >"...Is that you need..."
  62. >Her lips tickle your ear.
  63. >"...Mommy."
  64. >You turn to look at her, abandoning any attempts to hide the shock that's etched upon your face.
  65. >"I've noticed the way you've been looking at me, Anonymous. The way your gaze lingers on my rear," She says as she struts away, "hoping that your stare could somehow shift my tail..."
  66. >She lifts her tail but doesn't hike it to the side, so it still obfuscates what you yearn to see.
  67. >You bite his lip, and force yourself to tear your gaze away from your mother.
  68. >Undeterred, Mom circles behind you.
  69. >"I neglected to mention this, but Starswirl's spell- the one I intend to cast at your wedding to facilitate your cure- it actually isn't dependent on you being a virgin, you know..."
  70. >Mom's lips tickle your ear again, sending shivers down your spine.
  71. >"Nopony would have to know what happens behind closed doors, Anonymous." Mom moans into your ear as she traces the imprint of your erection through your pants. "Will you let Mommy take care of you?"
  72. "H-How?" you stutter.
  73. >Mom drags the tip of her tongue from the bottom of your ear to your jaw, then down your neck.
  74. >"I want to suck your cock again, Anon. Would you like that, Sunshine? To watch Mommy gag on your thick shaft?"
  75. >She kisses your neck, sucking on it for a second before continuing.
  76. "Y-Yeah... I'd like that a lot."
  77. >Mom kisses the corner of your mouth.
  78. >"What else would you like, Dear?"
  79. >Emboldened, you reach down and grab a handful of teat.
  80. >Mom moans when you squeeze her mound, following it up with another kiss to your neck.
  81. "I want to go down on you." you dare to whisper in her ear.
  82. >"Mmm, yessss. You can eat mommy as much as you want."
  83. >Mom climbs onto your lap and straddles your torso with her hind legs.
  84. >She throws her forelegs behind your head in a loose embrace and pulls your lips to hers.
  85. >Your tongues slide over each other for a few seconds before Mom breaks the kiss with a needy gasp for air.
  86. >"Tell me what else you want." she says with her snout pressed against your nose. "What else will you do to Mom?"
  87. >You open your mouth to speak, but she begins to grind her rump on your rock-hard member.
  88. >"You know what I want?" she says as she grinds on you, staring into your eyes. "I want you to rut me. I want you to empty your seed into me..."
  89. >She kisses your ear, then whispers.
  90. >"I want to be your broodmare, Anonymous. Will you do that for me? Will you give Mommy your foals?"
  91. "I..."
  92. >A myriad of conflicting emotions dance across Mom's face.
  93. >Her eyes even shift color for a split second before returning to their normal, gorgeous tint of magenta, though they seem to glow with an unusual intensity after the fact.
  94. >The way Mom stares into your eyes after asking those questions- needy and passionate- it's enough to make your heart skip a beat and your mouth dry up.
  95. >"Well, Anonymous? Do you want Mommy was much as she wants you?"
  96. >Unfortunately, your cottonmouth has prevented you from speaking.
  97. >Fortunately, you have the presence of mind to nod.
  98. >"Good boy," Mom says, smirking. "Follow me."
  99. >She walks away without further explanation, prompting you to leap from your chair and jog to catch up.
  100. >Instead of the taking the well-tread path to her chambers, Mom leads you towards the castle's main entrance as you try to push your erection down.
  101. "Where are we going?"
  102. >"Patience, son. All will be revealed in time."
  103. >Guards stationed at the doors salute you when you exit the castle, then fall into formation around you as you traverse the castle grounds towards the outer gate.
  104. >While you walk with a slightly uneven gait- courtesy of your throbbing trouser snake sheathed in your left pant leg alongside your thigh- Mom is (surprise, surprise) as composed and poised as can be.
  105. >She casts a cursory glance down and to the right, releasing a soft chuckle upon noticing your plight.
  106. >'Having trouble, dear?' her voice teases in your mind.
  107. 'No thanks to you,' is your internal retort.
  108. >White feathers drape over your shoulder.
  109. >'Oh, my poor son.' She projects an amused giggle into your brain. 'In such need of a release. I bet you can't wait to paint my face with your seed again.'
  110. >You trip over your own feet, barely recovering before your stumble becomes a full-fledged fall.
  111. >Mom doesn't suppress her laughter when a guard asks if you're alright.
  112. >She shoots you a fake pout after you glare at her.
  113. >'Oh, lighten up, dear. I'm flustered too.'
  114. "Whatever," you say aloud.
  115. >Her wing wraps around your shoulder, pulling your ear close to her muzzle.
  116. >"My magic is the only thing keeping me from dripping all over the cobblestones," she whispers.
  117. >She's quick to close your mouth with her wing, then continues her admissions via telepathy.
  118. >'I want to feel you inside me so badly, Anonymous, it's all I can do to keep my tail down.'
  119. >You gasp, and throb against the thin fabric that feels ready to yield to your arousal.
  120. >'Almost there, sweetheart. You can hold on a little bit longer can't you, Anon? I promise you can touch Mommy to your heart's content once we reach our destination.'
  121. >Once again, you contemplate where she's leading you.
  122. >You don't have to consider it for long, as you take a turn towards a familiar building.
  123. "The Archives?" you ask, unable to contain your curiosity. "But... why-"
  124. >A long, white primary feather presses against your lips, shushing you.
  125. >Mom looks at you long enough to let you see the mischievous smile that's plastered on her face, then steps ahead, breaking into a trot.
  126. >Just as you increase your pace to keep up with her, she stops in her tracks, causing you to crash crotch-first into her waiting plot.
  127. >"Oh!" Mom cries out in a convincing 'surprised' voice. "Careful, Sunshine!"
  128. >She turns back to smirk at you, then addresses the guards.
  129. >"Thank you. Return to the castle."
  130. >All four guards salute, about face, then gallop back the way you came.
  131. >The Canterlot Archives have been sparsely occupied whenever you've visited, and today is no exception.
  132. >Mom waves her wing to acknowledge the staff that bow upon your entry.
  133. >"Your Majesties!" a grey-maned older mare exclaims as she gallops to you. "How may we be of service?"
  134. >"No need to worry, My Little Pony." Mom says with her practiced tone and smile. "The prince and I are here on personal business. Please carry on as if we were not even here."
  135. >The mare bows.
  136. >"As you wish, Princess."
  137. >Mom nods, then coaxes you towards one of the halls that connects to the lobby.
  138. >No sooner do you round the corner does she trot in front of you again.
  139. >This time, however, she slows to a walk.
  140. >Looking around to ensure nopony is present, she shifts her gait from a steady walk into a strut.
  141. >Mom's hips sway side-to-side as she emphasizes the steps of her back hooves, which in turn makes her plot jiggle more than usual.
  142. >Next, she spreads her wings, fanning them out to the side like a peacock spreading its plumage.
  143. >As if sensing your hungry stare, Mom completes her cocky strut by flagging her tail.
  144. >There's a faint golden glow around her marehood, and you hear Mom sigh as she begins to leak; a steady drip that accents her hoofsteps with an irregular beat.
  145. >Mom keeps her wings and tail locked in position as she turns back to grin at you.
  146. >"Like what you see?"
  147. "You have no idea."
  148. >"Oh I think I do," she counters, lighting her horn.
  149. >Her golden aura coalesces around your restrained manhood, tugging and warming simultaneously.
  150. >The magic persists for several abandoned halls and stairwells, every step taking you deeper into the Archives.
  151. >With every subsequent floor, the hallways become more narrow, as do the spaces between bookshelves.
  152. >Also, as you travel deeper into the heart of the building, you notice the scent of Mom's arousal growing stronger, the drips of her leaking becoming more frequent.
  153. >Mom seems to realize this and fans her tail to waft more of her scent to you.
  154. >Whether its a property of her nectar or simply your lust, it doesn't matter.
  155. >The scent and sight of your mother's dripping pussy is intoxicating, making you harder than you thought possible.
  156. >You lunge forward to cop a feel of your mom's jiggling plot, but her magic restrains you.
  157. >"Ah, ah ah... we're not quite there."
  158. >Finally, you arrive at a small study space tucked away in a corner behind rows of bookshelves.
  159. >Four square tables placed in a two-by-two arrangement occupy the center of the space, three meters separating each table from its adjacent neighbor in any direction.
  160. >Mom stops in the open space between all the tables, turning around with a coy look.
  161. "Why did you bring us here?"
  162. >She saunters up to, then past you, dragging her left wing down your chest as she passes.
  163. >"I thought it would be fitting... bringing you to this place in particular..." she trails off, dragging a hoof over the polished surface of the table nearest the room's corner.
  164. >The puzzle pieces click together in your mind.
  165. >You have indeed been here before several weeks ago, on a day very much like this one.
  166. >Last time, you arrived alone, lusting after a different white mare.
  167. >Raven sat alone at the table your mom is now resting her forelegs on.
  168. >The studious brunette assistant had been absorbed in her work and oblivious to your arrival, unlike Mom, who is spreading her hind legs whilst staring at you with half-lidded eyes.
  169. >"I watched everything, you know," Mom says, confirming your suspicions. "You could imagine my shock when I saw what you did with my lovely assistant."
  170. "So you brought us here because..."
  171. >"I've fantasized about sharing in Raven's experience ever since."
  172. "Really?"
  173. >Mom nods.
  174. "Like, as in... role-play?"
  175. >Mom's magic gathers her mane and tail into neat buns, each secured with a length of red ribbon.
  176. >Thick-rimmed glasses materialize on her muzzle, and her shoes, petral, and crown disappear with a pop.
  177. >A white collar and red ascot take her peytral's place, with a pencil tucked behind her ear completing the ensemble.
  178. >Random books and scrolls now litter the once-bare table, and Mom takes the same seat that beautiful Raven once occupied.
  179. >Your vision becomes gold, and you're deposited at the perimeter of the study area some five meters to Mom's five o'clock.
  180. >Mom secures a brown quill in her aura, dips it into Raven's namesake, and begins writing, selling the act that she's unaware of your proximity.
  181. >Looks like that's a "yes" on the role-play.
  182. >Tapping into your human hunting instincts, you stalk your way to Mom, who's sitting rigid.
  183. >Her ears twitch and swivel for a second in your direction, but she's quick to force them back to a neutral position.
  184. >You stop directly behind Mom, taking a moment to admire the glory of her plot, how it spills over either side of the too-small wooden chair.
  185. >There's already a small puddle accumulating under her; a stringer hanging from her seat.
  186. >She releases a shuddering breath; her anticipation almost intolerable.
  187. "Fancy seeing you here," you say, breaking the silence just as you did with Raven.
  188. >"M-My P-P-Prince!" Mom replies with a perfect stutter. She moves to rise from her chair "I- I d-didn't realize-"
  189. "Shhh..." you interrupt, pressing a finger to her snout. "No need to stand on my account."
  190. >Taking the seat next to Mom, you notice a faint blush taking root on her otherwise pristine snow-white fur.
  191. "So! What are you doing all the way down here?"
  192. >Mom adjusts her glasses.
  193. >"Just going through old tax records."
  194. "What a shame..." you reply, shaking your head.
  195. >"What is, My Prince?"
  196. >You brush a lock of her pastel bangs with a finger.
  197. "It's a shame that you're stuck in a dull, dreary place like this, toiling away at something so boring as tax records."
  198. >"All part of the job..." Mom-Raven offers with a shrug before adding, "Though some days are more exciting than others."
  199. >Thinking about it now, you're pretty sure Raven threw that second part in to give you an opening.
  200. >Clever girl.
  201. >Focus, Anon... Mom's waiting for you to take the lead again.
  202. >You reach out and drag a finger along her withers, at which she suppresses a moan.
  203. "Perhaps today could be one of those 'exciting' days," you suggest as you tug at the ribbon holding her bun.
  204. >"How s-so?"
  205. >The ribbon gives way after another light tug, allowing Mom's mane- which no longer floats in its typical ethereal fashion- to spill over her wings.
  206. "How would you feel about helping me with a project?" you ask whilst dragging your right index finger down her belly.
  207. >Mom forgets to control her breathing when your hand reaches her teats.
  208. >You trace your finger around the base of her right nipple.
  209. >"Prince AnonnnyyMOUS!" Mom-Raven squeals as you dare to squeeze her teat.
  210. "Something the matter, Mo- uh, Raven?" you reply, smirking at how you're making her squirm. Redoubling your lustful groping of her plump teats, you continue, "Anyway, I could use your assistance in-"
  211. >That's as far as you get before Mom's familiar golden aura rips your pants down, freeing your member.
  212. >Mom licks her lips as she eyes her prize.
  213. "The, um... project," you say, trying to keep the re-enactment on track.
  214. >Mom rises from her seat, climbs onto your lap, then grinds her lips over your erection, soaking you in the process.
  215. "This... this isn't how it happened," you whisper as Mom slides forward to touch her belly to yours.
  216. >Mom doesn't reply, choosing instead to use her hooves to wrap her teats around your lubricated cock.
  217. >Grabbing her hips, you abandon all pretense of continuing the act and thrust with reckless abandon.
  218. >"Do you like how Mommy's teats look when they're wrapped around your hard cock?" Mom moans, likewise forsaking the role-play. "Do you like sliding your cock between Mommy's big teats?"
  219. "Aw, fuck! Mom!" you moan, moving your hands from her hips to her teats and bucking faster than ever.
  220. >"Are you close, Sunshine!?"
  221. "Yeah!"
  222. >"Then, cum! Cum all over Mommy's teats!"
  223. >With a roar you unload.
  224. >The first rope shoots out from between Mom's mounds and hits a golden magic barrier that directs it back onto Mom's crotchboobs.
  225. >The next two spurts follow the same trajectory, each one falling back down and stringing across Mom's hard nipples.
  226. >Mom slides back and envelops your dick with her magic, using it to jerk your remaining jizz directly onto her teats.
  227. >"C'mon, Anon! Give Mommy all your cum!"
  228. >She points your head at her left teat, painting it with two more ropes before shifting to her right mound and coaxing your remaining seed onto that one.
  229. >You slump back in your seat as you watch mom drag your tip across her cum-glazed nipples.
  230. >"Mmm, Anonymous... you came so much!"
  231. >She pulls your mouth to hers, and her tongue invades yours an instant later.
  232. >Your sloppy make out session is short lived, and soon she's pulling away yet again.
  233. >Once again, Mom's magic lights up your junk.
  234. "What are you doing?"
  235. >"Casting a restorative spell." she answers.
  236. >Next, she uses her magic to lift all of your semen from her coat and directs it into her mouth.
  237. >After an exaggerated swallow, she elaborates.
  238. >"You didn't think I'd be satisfied making you orgasm only once, did you?" she says, raising an eyebrow. "Besides, I haven't had mine yet."
  239. >Mom brings her lips to your ear and whispers, "I'm not even close to being done with you."
  240. >Her words send a chill down your spine.
  241. >Mom leans back in your lap and tends to your member- her immaculate white hooves push your tip across each of her hard nipples.
  242. >Meanwhile, your lap has become increasingly wet and sticky.
  243. >As much as you loved having Mom get you off- with her fat teats, no less- you're more interested in returning the favor.
  244. "Get up," you say, pushing her backwards down your thighs.
  245. >Her rear hooves clip-clop on the cold floor.
  246. >"Ooh, taking charge, are we?" she replies, excitement saturating her voice. "What do you plan on doing to me?"
  247. "Whatever I want."
  248. >Your words are enough to make her dripping intensify.
  249. "Turn around."
  250. >Mom is literally panting at this point, her needy magenta eyes practically begging you to have your way with her.
  251. >Her tongue actually hangs out of her mouth for a few quick, harsh breaths before she retracts it.
  252. >Smack.
  253. >Mom's flank jiggles at the impact of your open palm.
  254. >"Harder."
  255. >Her eyes widen as you pull your arm back, her coy grin becoming an excited, toothy smile.
  256. >You whirl 'round, rotating your hips into the strike.
  257. >Bare skin meets orange-and-white fur in a meaty impact that echoes off the stone floors and makes your hand sting.
  258. >"Again!"
  259. "Ah!" you grunt, putting your entire body into the swing.
  260. >SMACK.
  261. >This time you help yourself to a squeeze of that amazing butt.
  262. >"Mmmm, keep doing that, Sunshine..."
  263. >Mom turns her rump to you, offering both cheeks to your needy hands.
  264. >As you plant both palms on her ass, she flags her tail as far right as she can.
  265. >Pressing your hands forward, you squeeze and spread her cheeks, which in turn spreads her dripping, puffy lips.
  266. >By sliding your hands closer together, you're able to trace the edge of her sex with your thumbs.
  267. >Golden magic pulls on your fingers... never forceful; a playful coaxing accompanied by Mom's giggles.
  268. >"Go on, Anon," she encourages you in a sultry voice you've never heard her use before. "I watched you reduce Raven to a shuddering mess with those fingers..."
  269. >Her bright pink clit peeks at you from a sudden, forceful wink, contrasting against the glistening white surrounding her entrance.
  270. >A small amount of her arousal spurts out with it, splattering on the floor; the sweet scent overwhelming your nostrils.
  271. >"Do the same to me."
  272. >There she goes again, doing what she always does- taking control.
  273. "No."
  274. >"What?" she replies in a half-snarl, turning her neck back to reveal luminous eyes.
  275. >The air around her shimmers.
  276. >"Who are YOU to deny-"
  277. >You grab the base of her horn and jerk her head towards you, making her yelp in a mixture of surprise and pain.
  278. >Her eyes are magenta again.
  279. "I've had enough of you dictating every moment of my life." you growl into her ear. "It's time-"
  280. >You shove your left index and middle fingers into her snatch and attack her clit.
  281. "-I put you in your place."
  282. >"Anon! I- Oh!"
  283. >Not giving her another second to respond, you release her horn in favor of her tail.
  284. >Wrapping several turns of her pastel tail around your palm you make a fist and pull, your left hand attacking her spasming clit all the while.
  285. >"Ohhhhh...Sunssssssshine," Mom moans, then releases a full-blown whinny when you bring her slit to your mouth.
  286. >You've barely shoved your tongue into her tunnel when she pushes back against you.
  287. >"Sunshine! You're going to make me-"
  288. >Another strong pull of her tail, and her floodgates open.
  289. >"Mommy's cumming, Anon! Don't stop!"
  290. >A steady stream of hot, tangy liquid floods your mouth and washes over your chin.
  291. >Being the dutiful, considerate son you are, you continue to work your tongue and hands in concert as Mom rides out her orgasm.
  292. >"Oh, Anon! Anon! Anon!" Mom chants, continuing to grind her hot, sopping pussy over your face. "Sunshine! Mommy needs a break!"
  293. "What's that?" you say, pulling your face away to respond. "You want to cum again?"
  294. >"Honey, wait!", Mom yelps as she tries to walk away.
  295. >Unfortunately for Mom, you've still got a very firm grip on her tail.
  296. >She's not going anywhere.
  297. >Returning to your full height, you drag Mom by her tail to the closest table.
  298. "You want to be reduced to a shuddering mess like Raven?" you sneer at her.
  299. >Her locked legs and dragging hooves are saying "no", but her erect wings and winking clit are telling a different story.
  300. "Be careful what you wish for."
  301. >"Anon, nooo-AAAAHHHH!"
  302. >Mom's front legs begin to buckle as your fingers renew their attack on her cunt.
  303. >You shove her chest-first to the nearby table, upon which she collapses while her rear half squirms under your iron grip.
  304. >"Anon! Please- please-"
  305. >SMACK!
  306. >Mom's left ass cheek ripples at the hardest spanking you've dealt so far.
  307. >"Hhnnnnnnggg!! More fingers!"
  308. >You cease all contact with her.
  309. "Did I say you could demand anything?" you say, crossing your arms with a frown.
  310. >"Please, Anon! I'm so close!"
  311. "And?"
  312. >"What do you mean, 'and'?" she huffs back, indignant.
  313. "I don't care for that attitude, Mom."
  314. >She lowers her head, crestfallen.
  315. "Ask nicely."
  316. >Her ears perk back up.
  317. >"Please, Anonymous?" Mom begs, flagging her tail and wagging her dripping sex at you. "Mommy wants- no- Mommy *needs* to cum again. Will you please, PLEASE make your Mommy cum with those magical fingers of yours?"
  318. >You trace the edge of her lower lips again.
  319. >"Sunshine?"
  320. "Yes?"
  321. >"Would it be too much to ask for you to pull my tail some more as well?"
  322. >You raise an eyebrow and look at her needy, impatient face.
  323. >She drips more on the floor, the splatters being the only thing besides her labored breathing that you hear.
  324. "Well, since you asked nicely..."
  325. >You get a fistful of tail like before and actually lift her hind hooves off the ground.
  326. >"Anon!"
  327. >Not wasting a moment, you resume your fingerblasting.
  328. >Mom's pussy makes loud, wet "schlick" sounds as you jackhammer your fingers in and out of her.
  329. >"Sunshine, I'm getting close!"
  330. "Not until I say so."
  331. >Mom bites her lip and nods, stifling another moan.
  332. >"mmmmmmmmm!"
  333. "You want to cum?"
  334. >She nods her head several times in less than a second.
  335. "Ask for permission."
  336. >"Please, Anon! Mommy needs to cum! Let your Mommy cum, PLEASE, Sunshine! Let Mommy cum, let Mommy cum, oh please, let me-"
  337. "Cum for me, Mom!" you yell over her begging.
  338. >You shove your left thumb deep into her ponut for emphasis.
  339. >Mom squeals in surprise, then she clenches onto your fingers.
  340. >Her walls try to crush your digits as they pull them further inside.
  341. >Likewise, her back door grips onto the thumb that's hooked inside of it.
  342. >"I'M CUMMING!" Mom wails as she releases a fresh torrent of mare juice over your hand.
  343. >This time you hold your hand stationary, letting Mom come down off her climax on her own terms.
  344. >You gradually release your pull on her tail, returning her hooves to the ground.
  345. >Mom steps forward on unsteady hooves, withdrawing your hand in the process.
  346. >"Oh, Sunshine," she whispers between gasps for air, "that was better than I imagined it would be."
  347. >She kisses your cheek, then your nose.
  348. >"Thank you, sweetie," she says before kissing your lips.
  349.  
  350. TO BE CONTINUED...

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