Mama's Girl (Twilight - Incest - Lewd)


                                            >You are Twilight Sparkle

                                            >And you can't believe you finally did it!

                                            >It wasn't even that hard, really

                                            >You just used a benzine solution to scrape the ink off of an old photo ID you found in the cupboard, and then used your custom hyper-precise printer to replicate a fake one for yourself

                                            >Officially, you're Midnight Shiney, a 21-year-old girl, and old enough to drink alcohol and gain entrance into L'arracher, Canterlot's most upstanding lesbian bar

                                            >As you step through the double doors and into the glowing-pink main room, your entire body starts to tingle

                                            >Well, one place in particular

                                            >You're really glad you wore the extra-strength panties today, because they're about to weather a monsoon

                                            >At fifteen years old, you're still a kissless virgin

                                            >In fact, you've never even been able to admit your attraction to women, let alone act on it

                                            >Hell, you haven't even held hands with a girl

                                            >But that's all about to change

                                            >You're gonna find a pretty girl and hold her hand all night long!


                                            >Your mouth begins to water as you scan the room

                                            >The air is clouded with cigarette smoke and clouds of vape, the smells combining into something almost like an aphrodisiac as you inhale them

                                            >The place is already crowded, filling your vision with the nubile bodies of women in their late twenties, most of them wearing only enough to meet basic public standards

                                            >Your eyes nearly roll back in your head in pleasure as you begin to make your way deeper into the club

                                            >Occasionally, some girls glance over at you, but they don't seem to take much notice

                                            >Now that you think about it, you probably seem kinda plain, dressed in your school uniform and looking like a fifteen-year-old

                                            >They're probably terrified to look at you, now that you think about it

                                            >The last thing they want is to be considered a pedophile

                                            >You'll show them you can be mature

                                            >C'mon, Twilight, time to put those seduction books you read to good use

                                            >You turn around, spying a white-haired biker chick sitting alone at a table

                                            >Casually, you slide into the booth next to her

                                            "H-hey, babe."

                                            >The biker chick just stares

                                            >"Uh... yo, what the fuck?"

                                            "Something w-w-wrong, sweethear? If there is, I c-can make it all g-g-good again... heh..."

                                            >She stares

                                            "W-with my tongue."

                                            >She stares really hard

                                            "On your p-p-pussy."

                                            >Biker-chick blinks, then stands up from her table

                                            >"Yeah, nope, I'm not going back to jail. Do you have any idea what women's prison is like?"

                                            "Hey, w-w-wait! I'm g-grown up, I promise! Watch!"

                                            >You glance around the room, noticing a gleaming stripper pole just a few feet to your left

                                            >This is your chance!

                                            >Sure, you have no idea how to actually pole dance, but how hard could it be?

                                            >You'll rock that pole and show her that you're old enough

                                            >Jumping up from your seat, you sprint to the pole and grab ahold of it

                                            >...now what?

                                            >You start awkwardly bobbing up and down, holding it with one hand while the other begins to fumble with the buttons of your vest

                                            >Maybe if you take some clothes off, the other girls will notice you!

                                            >You start spinning in clumsy circles, finally getting your vest off

                                            >Next you unbutton your shirt, letting everyone in the room see your purple tummy and your training bra

                                            >This... this feels awesome!

                                            >You close your eyes, rocking to the place's ambient music...

                                            >And that's when you hear it

                                            >The voice you'd never expect, or want, to hear in a place like this

                                            >"Twilight Sparkle! What on earth are you doing here!?"

                                            >You open one eye, dreading what you'll see

                                            >Your mom is standing ten feet away from you, staring at your dance routine in horror

                                            >And she's only wearing a bikini top and booty shorts

                                            "M-m-m-m-mama?"

                                            >Velvet just stares at you, beyond horrified

                                            >A second later, she realizes how much of her own body is exposed, and tries to cover more of her breasts with her hands

                                            >"Twilight! You know you shouldn't be in a place like this! This is a--"

                                            >You start freaking out, immediately curling into a little terrified ball at the base of the stripper pole

                                            >The biker chick from earlier just shakes her head, as if to say "not even touching this one," and leaves

                                            "I'm s-s-sorry mama! I promise I'm n-not like this! I'm r-r-r-really not! Please don't hate me, please d-don't hate me, please don't hate me..."

                                            >You start grabbing at your hair, trying to think of an explanation

                                            "I'm j-just trying to do research for m-my, uh.. .s-school project! On lesbian c-c-culture! And then I, uh... saw this p-pole and my, uh... s-shirt fell off..."

                                            >Nearly everyone in the bar is staring at you now

                                            "I'm j-just so lonely! Please don't h-hate me! I'm j-just... s-so lonely..."

                                            >You start to cry, in front of everyone

                                            >Velvet, for a moment, can only stare

                                            >And then her motherly instincts kick in

                                            >Not caring that she's just a forty-year-old woman dressed like a rave slut, she sprints to your side and wraps her arms around you in a warm, comforting hug

                                            >"Of course I don't hate you, Twily. I never would. Let's just... let's just get you out of here, okay?"

                                            >The moment her arms circle you, you lean into Velvet's embrace, trying really hard to stop from crying

                                            >You can't, but you feel yourself beginning to calm down as she pulls your body against hers

                                            >Since you're about a foot shorter than she is, your head ends up resting against her barely-covered breasts

                                            >She's so warm and soft; even if she's your mom, it feels indescribably good to have someone else touching you

                                            >Acting like they love you...

                                            >You nuzzle your face against her chest, wishing you could stay like this forever

                                            >Unfortunately you can't, because you're currently sitting in a weird family-issues heap in the middle of a lesbian nightclub

                                            >"Come on, sweetie. Let's go home."

                                            >Velvet takes ahold of your hand, helping you to stand


                                            >Together, the two of you talk out of the club

                                            >You keep yourself pressed against her, finding warmth and security with your face on her chest

                                            >She leads you to her car, which is parked just outside the place

                                            "I'm s-s-so sorry..."

                                            >"You've got nothing to apologize for, sweetie."

                                            "W-what I did was g-g-gross... and w-wrong..."

                                            >"No!"

                                            >Velvet grips your hand, squeezing it

                                            >"There's nothing wrong with you. Here, let's..."

                                            >She sighs

                                            >"Let's go get ourselves some dinner and forget this happened, alright? I'll take you to that Hibachi place you love."

                                            >Kisses your forehead, and you feel your crying beginning to subside

                                            "O-okay," you sniffle


                                            >But when you get into the car with your mom, a very obvious question starts to tickle the back of your mind

                                            >As Velvet pulls out of the club's parking lot and into the darkened Canterlot streets, you nudge her shoulder

                                            "Hey, m-m-mom?"

                                            >"What is it, sweetie?"

                                            >Her voice is gentle and motherly, but you can hear the slight tinge of nervousness coloring it

                                            >She knows what you're going to ask

                                            "Why were y-you there? And, um, w-why are you dressed like..."

                                            >Velvet blushes furiously, trying to turn herself in such a way that shields her skimpiness

                                            >"I, uh, well, you see, sweetie..."

                                            >She lifts a hand to her mouth, starting to chew her hails

                                            >On her wrist, she's got a bracelet that reads "Bad Bytch"

                                            >"I was, you know..."

                                            >Velvet sighs, and you notice that she's blinking back tears of her own

                                            >"I've been... lonely. Since the divorce with your father. I thought I'd try something different, and I liked it. A lot. I'm... sorry if that upsets you. I love you just as much as I ever have. I just... I was so lonely..."

                                            "I... I'm sorry, mom. I didn't know."

                                            >You curl up in the carseat, tucking your legs against your chest

                                            >She's been lonely too?

                                            >You sneak a glance at Velvet, your brain trying to process what you just heard

                                            >She's like you?

                                            >How much of what you've felt-- the confusion, the shame, and the guilt --has she been going through too?

                                            >Your eyes trail down her body, and you realize that her right hand is resting on her thigh while her left grips the wheel

                                            >With shaking fingers, you reach out and take ahold of that hand, squeezing it like you would when you were little

                                            >Velvet looks surprised, for a moment

                                            >Then she squeezes you back

                                            >"You know... how about we just go home, sweetie? How does that sound?

                                            >You nod

                                            "I'd l-like that."


                                            >At some point, you must have dozed off

                                            >When you wake up, you're alone in the car

                                            >There's nothing around you except darkness, and the sound of something scratching at the roof of the car

                                            "H-hello? Who's there?"

                                            >"Onii-chan~"

                                            "What?"

                                            >"Oniiiiiii-chan~"

                                            >Something large, dark, and with too many legs skitters past the window

                                            >Immediately, cold sweat drenches the back of your neck

                                            "Please! W-who's there? I d-d-don't want any trouble!"

                                            >You try to scoot backwards in the car, but there's something behind you

                                            >No... multiple somethings

                                            >Dozens of chittering bodies press against you, scrabbling against your bare skin with their horrible feelers

                                            "N-no! Help! S-s-someone help!"

                                            >"Onii-chaaaan~"

                                            "NOOOO!"


                                            >"Twilight!"

                                            >Velvet shakes you awake, staring at you with concern

                                            >You glance around wildly, your heart hammering in your chest

                                            "O-oh, I... I m-must have had a bad dream."

                                            >Velvet smiles at you, wiping sweat from your forehead

                                            >"Well, we're home now, sweetie. C'mere."

                                            >She hooks one arm under your legs and one under your shoulder, lifting you up into the air

                                            >The strain is evident on her face, but she bears your weight

                                            >"Just like when you were little. Remember?"

                                            "H-hah, yeah..."

                                            >You lay your head on her shoulder and let her carry you inside


                                            >There's something cozy and safe about being in your own living room after such a chaotic day

                                            >And that feeling is intensified tenfold while your mom's holding you

                                            >As you curl into the warmth of her embrace, you wish you'd never have to leave

                                            >She runs her fingers through your hair, cooing to you in a way you haven't heard since you were five

                                            >"So? Whaddaya wanna do, sweetie?"

                                            "H-huh?"

                                            >"We've got the whole night to ourselves, now. Since, you know, neither of us have a date..."

                                            >She's blushing a little now

                                            >"We could have our own little date night, right? Just the two of us. If you want to, of course..."

                                            "Y-yeah! Definitely!"

                                            >You give Velvet a little squeeze

                                            "I, um... I've h-honestly kinda missed getting to spend time w-w-with you."

                                            >"Aww."

                                            >She kisses your forehead, and your entire face starts to tingle

                                            >"I've missed being with you too, sweetie. I'm really sorry we drifted apart."

                                            "N-no! It's not your fault at all! I w-w-was kinda of, um..."

                                            >You lay your chin on her shoulder, looking at the ground

                                            "I was k-kind of avoiding you. I thought if you found out t-that I'm... y-you know... that you'd be upset."

                                            >Velvet lays her hand on your side, gently rubbing along your body

                                            >"Upset? Sweetie, there's nothing wrong with the way you are. In fact... I'm kinda happy to hear it."

                                            "R-r-really?"

                                            >"Of course. It means I'm not alone anymore. It means we can... we can figure this out together."

                                            >In the darkness of your living room, you can see Velvet smiling as she holds back tears

                                            >"And besides, no matter how you are, I'll always love you."

                                            >She kisses you again, on the cheek this time

                                            >"No matter what."

                                            >For a moment, you can't think of anything to say

                                            >You feel breathless, and your head is swimming

                                            >She's being so nice to you...

                                            >You can't even remember the last time anyone was this loving towards you

                                            >When you try to speak, your tongue feels thick and heavy in your mouth

                                            "I, uh... y-you..."

                                            >"Hmm?"

                                            "Y-y-y-you want me to make dinner!? For our d-d-d-date! It c-can be a dinner date, I mean!"

                                            >Smooth

                                            >"You'd make dinner for me?"

                                            "I, uh... I c-c-can try..."

                                            >"That sounds great!"

                                            "C-c-cool. I'll j-just, um... s-stand up now..."

                                            >You plant one foot on the floor, then the other, and begin to pull yourself up

                                            >As you do, though, your hand trails across your mom's chest, pressing against it to balance yourself

                                            >Due to the skimpiness of her bikini top, you can feel all the warmth of her breasts seeping into your palm

                                            >Her skin is like silk against yours, and you swear you can feel little goosebumps along her curves

                                            >Velvet smiles, not seeming to mind that your practically groping her

                                            >"What'll you make?"

                                            "I, uh..."

                                            >Shit, that's a good question

                                            >The most complex thing you've ever cooked is a Hot Pocket

                                            "W-well, uh, I c-c-could..."

                                            >You glance over at the kitchen, wondering what might be over there

                                            "...uh..."

                                            >Quick, Twilight, think of a food you like

                                            "P-Pop Tarts! I could make P-Pop Tarts!"

                                            >Velvet just stares at you for a moment

                                            "I m-mean, uh..."

                                            >She throws her head back, laughing hysterically

                                            >"Pop-Tarts? That's our fancy dinner?"

                                            >You start to wring your hands

                                            "I, uh... I c-can do better! I'm sorry..."

                                            >"No! No, that's fine! Pop-Tarts are fine!"

                                            >Velvet clutches her stomach, laughing so hard she's crying

                                            >"There should be some in the pantry," she says, wiping tears from her face

                                            "O-okay..."

                                            >Velvet watches you walk into the kitchen, still clutching her abdomen as little giggle-fits rock her body

                                            >"Good Lord, Twilight... I love you so much."

                                            "I-I love you too! A l-lot!"

                                            >You make a little kissy-face at her, which makes Velvet giggle

                                            >She returns it, blowing you a kiss

                                            >Your heart flutters, and the place where she kissed you earlier still feels tingly and warm

                                            >Turning your back to her, you attempt a walk halfway between "sexy strut" and "excited skipping"

                                            >Unfortunately, the end result ends up making you look you're walking while trying to carry a water balloon between your butt cheeks

                                            >Your sock-clad foot slips on the kitchen tile, and you go spilling to the ground with a *smack*

                                            >"Twilight! Are you okay!?"

                                            >She jumps up from the couch, ready to rush in and help you

                                            "I'm f-fine! Just f-fell, heh..."

                                            >You stand up and brush yourself off

                                            >Your entire body is coursing with nervous energy, and not just from almost busting your ass

                                            >She cares about you so much!


                                            >You hum a little tune to yourself as you return to the living room with a plate of freshly-toasted brown-cinnamon Pop Tarts

                                            >As you enter, you pause to flick off the lights, shrouding the room in darkness

                                            >"Twilight?"

                                            "I t-thought it might be more moody this way. Y-you know, for our d-d-date..."

                                            >Velvet chuckles

                                            >"That's my girl. So romantic~"

                                            >She crosses her legs, scooting to one side to make room for you on the couch

                                            >You place the plate of Pop Tarts on the table, then head over to the TV

                                            "You w-wanna watch something?"

                                            >"Sure! What're you feeling?"

                                            "W-well, uh..."

                                            >The palms of your hands are strangely sweaty, for some reason

                                            >But you know the perfect movie to throw on

                                            >It's one she used to show you all the time when you were a kid

                                            >And best yet, it's easily the best romance movie ever made

                                            >Sure, this date's with your mom, but...

                                            >It still feels right to put on something romantic, especially with what the two of you have been through lately

                                            >You reach into the DVD drawer beneath the TV set and pull out your old, battered copy of The Princess Bride

                                            >Velvet beams when she sees it

                                            >"Good choice, sweetie."

                                            "I k-know, right? It's b-been so long since we've seen this."

                                            >"It has, hasn't it?"

                                            >You slide the DVD into the player, then return to the couch to sit with your mom

                                            >She's left you an entire square of it to yourself, but you don't care

                                            >You sit right up against her, resting your head on her shoulder

                                            >Velvet smiles, and wraps her arm around you

                                            >You snuggle into her side, breathing in the clean, flowery scent of her perfume

                                            "I m-miss doing this..."

                                            >"Me too. I can't believe I haven't held my baby girl in so long."

                                            >She rests her head atop yours, nuzzling your chin

                                            >And then the movie starts


                                            >From the first few minutes, and the first "as you wish," Velvet's eyes start getting misty

                                            >She sniffles a little, pulling you tighter against her

                                            >Neither of you say anything, but you're pretty sure what she's thinking

                                            >Mostly because you're thinking the same thing

                                            >You don't want to ever drift away from her again

                                            >In fact, if you could, you'd sit in this little embrace forever, with your head on her shoulder and the gentle rise and fall of her chest next next to yours


                                            >Halfway through, you're starting to drift off

                                            >As much as you love this movie, you're just too damn comfy to fall asleep

                                            >Plus, the thought of falling asleep in Velvet's arms makes you so happy you could cry

                                            >Just as your eyes are starting to close, though, Velvet takes her arm from around you and starts to fidde with the straps of her bikini

                                            >When she notices she woke you up, she glances over at you

                                            >"Sorry, honey."

                                            >She slips a finger under both the bikini's cups, adjusting them

                                            >"This is just a... a little uncomfortable."

                                            >You sit up, awake now

                                            "Oh. S-sorry."

                                            >"Not your fault. I can't believe I thought this horrible getup would be a good idea."

                                            "I d-dunno, I think it l-l-looks really good on you."

                                            >You speak the line before you realize how weird it probably sounds

                                            >Velvet glances over at you, her face unreadable

                                            "I m-mean, you pull it off well! Because your b-b-body works really well for it."

                                            >That didn't make things any better

                                            "Just, y-you know, it makes you l-look really, uh... n-nice. Not like s-sexy or anything. Well to other people p-probably but, you know... j-just nice. You look nice."

                                            >You can feel your face burning with embarrassment now, so you just shut up

                                            >Velvet stares for a second more, then her face breaks out into a smile

                                            >"Awww. You really like this?"

                                            "Y-yeah! You look great!"

                                            >"You sure? I was a bit worried about it. But if my little girl likes it..."

                                            >She strikes a quick pose

                                            >"Then that's good enough for me!"

                                            "Y-yeah..."

                                            >You cross your legs, not sure what to do now

                                            >Velvet stares down at her bikini top, frowning

                                            >"Still... it's starting to chafe a bit..."

                                            "Oh, n-no! It's totally cool if you w-want to take it off! I'm j-just glad I got to see it, you know."

                                            >"You're sure in a flattering mood tonight," Velvet says with a bit of a cheeky smile

                                            "Yeah. I'm r-really happy."

                                            >You give her a nervous smile

                                            >She reaches over to touch your face, returning it

                                            >"Me too. Now, time to get out of this horrible thing..."

                                            >Velvet raises her hands to the bikini's ties

                                            >"Oh, wait, what am I thinking? All my things are upstairs. Bleh..."

                                            >She's about to stand, but stops

                                            >"I really don't feel like going upstairs. It, uh... it wouldn't be too awkward if I just took this off, would it, sweetie?"

                                            "J-just took it off?"

                                            >"Yeah, you're right. I don't want to gross you out--"

                                            "N-no!"

                                            >Your outburst seems to startle her

                                            "I m-mean, uh... it wouldn't gross me out. Your m-my mom. I don't have any problem s-s-seeing your body. It's r-r-really nice. N-not in that way, of c-course! Just, you know... you always look pretty and... it w-won't bother me!"

                                            >Velvet raises an eyebrow

                                            >"You're sure this isn't gross? Because if you want me too, I'll change."

                                            "It's n-not gross."

                                            >"Ha, alright."

                                            >In one quick motion, she unties her bikini and lets it fall away from her chest

                                            >Her breasts, free of their confines, flop down against her chest like two huge, smooth scoops of vanilla ice cream

                                            >You stare for a second, then tear your eyes away when you realize what you're doing

                                            >They're... they're so big

                                            >Like you know they would be, but... damn

                                            >You can't help but feel a little jealous, thinking of how your own barely qualify as A-cups

                                            >Velvet breathes a sigh of relief, stretching out on the couch

                                            >Which, of course, just makes them jiggle

                                            >"Good Lord, that feels good..."

                                            >You stare

                                            >Oh sweet sapphic gods, do you stare

                                            >Your cheeks are burning, and a sheen of sweat starts to form on your forehead

                                            >"Dear? You okay?"

                                            >Velvet raises her arms to cover herself

                                            >"Really, if I'm making you uncomfortable..."

                                            "N-not uncomfortable! Fine! I f-feel fine! Just... r-really nice tits... I m-mean, uh... n-n-nice that IT'S, uh... time for d-dessert? Y-yeah!"

                                            >You turn around to sprint in the kitchen, trying to get away from the conversation before you say something even stupider

                                            >Unfortunately, your balance hasn't improved at all since the last time you visited the kitchen

                                            >The second your foot meets the tile, you're going down

                                            >And going down hard

                                            >You land face-first, smacking the ground with so much force that the pots hanging above the stove rattle

                                            "O-ow..."

                                            >"Twilight!"

                                            >You hear the clack of your mom's shoes on the tile as she sprints into the kitchen

                                            "I'm f-fine... ow..."

                                            >You roll over onto your face, feeling a nice bruise welling up on your cheek

                                            >Velvet crouches next to you, scooping you up in her arms

                                            >"Are you okay, baby? What hurts?"

                                            "H-here..."

                                            >You gesture to the bruise on your cheek

                                            >"Awww... c'mere, sweety..."

                                            >She cradles you against her chest, her naked tits pressing up against your neck

                                            >Immediately, your heart-rate skyrockets

                                            >You're sweating like a dog now, and your tongue feels so thick that you can't form the words to thank her

                                            >Velvet strokes along your cheek, cooing into your ear

                                            >"You gonna be okay?"

                                            "Y-yeah... I... g-guh... s-so warm..."

                                            >You let her hold you for a few more seconds, wishing you could just melt into her embrace

                                            >But then she picks you up, helping you stand

                                            >And those wonderful, pillowy breasts are gone from you

                                            >For now, at least

                                            >You tear your eyes away from them before you start to stare again

                                            "S-some icecream. I'll g-get us some, uh... y-yeah..."

                                            >You slink over to the freezer, dishing out some icecream for the two of you

                                            >But before you head back into the living room with Velvet, you rub an ice cube over your face

                                            >It doesn't do much to cool you off, unfortunately

                                            "C-calm down, Twilight. That's your m-mom out there. S-s-stop trying to make things w-weird! It's not like that's the f-first time you've ever s-seen boobs..."

                                            >It is, actually

                                            >But if you don't lie to yourself, you'll start feeling like a loser and probably cry


                                            >When you return to the living room, Velvet's curled up on the couch again

                                            >She has her shoes off now, with her bare feet propped up on the table

                                            >The only thing she's wearing now is her pair of booty shorts, which are barely more than a pair of panties made out of denim

                                            >You can even see the lacy hem of her underwear poking out around her waistband

                                            >"Uh... Twilight?"

                                            "Y-yeah, mom?"

                                            >"Any reason you're carrying half a dozen ice-cubes?"

                                            "N-no reason..."

                                            >You rub the handful across your forehead one last time, toss it aside, and sit next to her

                                            >Almost out of habit, she reaches her arm out and wraps it around your shoulders

                                            >You lean against her bare chest, resting your head on her shoulder

                                            >She hums contentedly, giving you a little squeeze

                                            >...

                                            >You're pretty sure you're about to have a heart attack

                                            >You're nearly the climax of the movie now; Wesley's paralyzed, but they're trying to drag him through the castle

                                            >Velvet has this whimsical, silly smile on her face

                                            >"I forgot just how much *fun* this movie is. Good choice, Twi."

                                            >She gives you a motherly little shake

                                            "Y-yeah..."

                                            >Your tongue feels too thick to speak, and you hope Velvet can't feel how hard your heart is pounding

                                            >Her naked breasts are barely two inches from your nose, looking male and milky in the dim light from the TV

                                            >You gulp, and slowly let your face start to slide down your chest

                                            >If you do it slowly enough, she'll just think you're getting sleepy, right?

                                            >Your cheek descends lower and lower down her body, until it reaches the smooth curve of the top of her right breast...

                                            >Velvet shifts underneath you, as she yawns, and your mouth ends up right on top of her nipple

                                            >"Ah~..."

                                            "S-sorry! Didn't mean to... a-ah... oh my g-god I'm s-so sorry..."

                                            >Velvet just laughs and pats you on the back

                                            >"Don't worry about it! C'mon, Twilight. You really think I'm bothered by you touching me?"

                                            "We... n-no... but..."

                                            >"C'mere. No reason to make this weird, baby girl."

                                            >She grabs you again, and pulls you into her lap

                                            >"Well... not any weirder than it already is, I guess."

                                            "Y-yeah..."

                                            >You try really, really hard not to stare at her tits

                                            >But you're unsuccessful; those soft vanilla-ice-cream scoops just won't let you look away

                                            >"What's up?"

                                            "N-nothing! Just... I w-wish I looked that good..."

                                            >"Aww. You're perfect just the way you are, sweetie! But I can understand being a little jealous~"

                                            >She wiggles her shoulders, letting her breasts jiggle in front of your face

                                            "W-whoa..."

                                            >"I know, right?"

                                            "They're a-amazing..."

                                            >You're fully aware of how perverted you're being, and you can feel the blush burning on your cheeks

                                            >But you can't stop yourself

                                            >They're right there, so perfectly, geometrically soft

                                            >Velvet curls her arms around you, pulling your face against her neck

                                            >"Heh. Don't sell yourself short, sweetie. You've got more than you give yourself credit for. I've walked in on you in the shower enough times to know, haven't I?"

                                            "H-heh... I should really l-learn to start locking d-d-doors..."

                                            >Somehow, even in all this weird, sexual insanity, Velvet's able to immediately calm you back down

                                            >You nuzzle your face into her, taking a deep breath of her perfume

                                            >It smells good in a way that transcends its flower fragrance

                                            >She smells safe


                                            >The movie plays on, and your overwhelming sexual frustration begins to fade

                                            >Who cares if she's naked?

                                            >Or if she's irresistibly attractive, enough to make your barely-pubescent loins scream?

                                            >Ultimately, just being held like this is better than anything else

                                            >You snuggle up against her, letting out a happy little sigh

                                            >She coos in your ear, then rests her head on top of yours

                                            >Up on the screen, the movie is finally reaching its climax; together, Wesley and Buttercup ride into the sunset as the narrator's voice fades in

                                            >'Since the invention of kisses...'

                                            >Velvet reaches up to her face, wiping away a single tear

                                            >"It's so beautiful..."

                                            "Yeah..."

                                            >Velvet sniffles, and you're surprised to realize she's almost crying

                                            >"T-thank you for showing me this, Twiley. I think I needed it."

                                            >She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, sighing

                                            >"I wish I knew what it was like."

                                            "What w-w-what was like?"

                                            >"Oh, nothing. Just... it must be wonderful, you know. To have someone who cares about you like that. Who'll do anything for you."

                                            "Y-yeah..."

                                            >You curl into a little ball in your mom's lap

                                            "It's is p-pretty great."

                                            >"Oh? You have someone like that?"

                                            "Of c-course I do."

                                            >You lift your head, looking Velvet in the eye

                                            "It's y-you, mama."

                                            >Velvet just stares at you, stunned, tears brimming in her eyes

                                            >For a moment, the two of you can only watch each other, both of you wrapped in the other's embrace

                                            >And then the kiss happens

                                            >You're not sure who started it

                                            >But both of you wanted it

                                            >And so you find yourself with your mouth pressed against hers, her lips flushed and quivering under yours, and her cheeks stained wet from her tears