>Be Derpy
>You sigh as you make your way back up to your front porch
>Another bad date
>You just don't know what went wrong!
>You've raised your kids on your own for years now, but here lately you've been hitting the dating scene hard, with no luck
>You hadn't been interested in finding a guy before, but after...
>...after something happened, you decided that you need a guy in your life again
>A guy other than your son, that is
>You open the door to find Anon and Dinky playing Mario Kart in the living room
>They both greet you and ask how it went
>You decide to spare them the cringe-inducing details and say that it went well
>They know that you're lying, but they play along
>You stand behind the couch, watching them play for a moment
>Without a thought, your hand finds itself on Anon's shoulder
>Your fingers gently massage into his muscles, and he reaches up to touch your hand and smile
>Oh no, not again
>You give him a big goofy grin as you try to force the bad thoughts out of your mind
>Making the appropriate excuses, you retreat to your bedroom
>You strip down to your underwear and climb into bed
>But you can already tell that you're too...
>...excited...to go to sleep
>You reach into your nightstand and grab your toy, but your mind is already betraying you with thoughts of your son
>You push them away and try to think about your date
>Whatshisface, or whatever his name was
>Everything is going fine for the first few pumps, but the man above you in your fantasy is swiftly replaced by your handsome son
>You freeze, whimpering pathetically as the toy continues buzzing away inside you
>You can't escape it
>Slowly your wrist resumes its movements as you resign yourself to this disgusting situation
>You quickly reach the most shameful orgasm in your life since the last time this happened, and you switch the toy off
>You hate yourself
>Grabbing your phone, you open up the dating app and start scrolling
>You need to find a boyfriend
>Before you do something you regret

>After so many bad dates in a row, you decided to take a break
>You squeezed your pillow as you stared at the wall
>After laying in the darkness for what felt like hours, you flip over and check the clock
>It's been fifteen minutes
>Throwing the covers back, you climb out of bed and make your way towards the door
>You stop yourself before you open it and look down
>You're wearing nothing but a pair of panties
>Oops
>You grab a big shirt out of your closet and pull it on to cover up, before you head out into the hallway
>Lights flash from under Dinky's door as she plays her games late into the night
>You need to be extra quiet
>After a short tiptoe, you're at your destination:
>Your son's bedroom door
>Your heart is beating at a thousand miles per hour as you quietly knock
>A quiet, groggy voice invites you in
>You slowly push the door open and peek your head inside
"H-hey sweetie. Uh, I was just...I...do you mind if I sleep in here tonight?"
>He blinks a few times and stares back in confusion
>You shuffle nervously under his gaze
"I'm just...I've been feeling really lonely lately..."
>Your voice cracks like you're about to cry
>You feel pathetic
>After a few moments, he tells you that it's okay
>You can tell that he thinks it's weird, but you'll take what you can get right now
>As you step into his room and close the door behind you, a familiar 'excitement' starts to build inside you
>What the hell is wrong with you?
>You quickly step over to his bed and climb under the covers
>You press yourself into him, and his arm hesitantly falls to wrap around your back
>He's a head taller than you, so you easily fold yourself into his embrace
>Your face is buried in the crook of his neck
>God he smells so good
"...Thank you, Anon"
>After a moment, he assures you that it's no problem
>His hand gently rubs your back as your mind subjects you to lurid and inappropriate thoughts
>You really hope you're going to be able to sleep tonight without your toy

>Be Anon
>It's morning 
>You glance down at your sleeping mother as her eyes flutter open and look up at you
>Well, one of them at least
>She smiles as she hugs tightly against you as you push your knees forward to hold her away from your morning wood
>"Mmph~ Good morning sweetie...did you sleep well?"
>No
"Yeah..."
>She breaks the hug to slide back from you and sit up so that she can stretch
>The shirt she's wearing as pajamas is so big that the neck hole falls across one of her shoulders, baring it for the whole world to see
>You feel a little weird watching her, so you look away
>"Are you alright?"
>She sounds worried, so you turn back to her
>She's nervously twisting the bottom of her shirt, which of course is lifting it up to reveal her thighs and the pair of panties between them
>You look away again
"N-no. I mean yes. I'm just tired."
>She frowns
>"But you said you slept well...?"
>You flinch slightly
"Right. I did. That's, um, why I'm tired. The sleep was so good that I just want to go back to bed, you know?"
>Her eyes widen
>"Ah, okay. That makes sense, I guess."
>Your mother wasn't stupid, just naive and trusting
>She trusts in people to tell her the truth so much that she's willing to believe she rather unbelievable things in the name of giving people the benefit of the doubt
>You both sit in awkward silence for a few seconds before she speaks again
>"Did you think last night was weird?"
>Yes
"N-no"
>She starts playing with the bottom of her shirt again, and you lock your gaze firmly to her face
>"Would...you like to do this again sometime?"
>You want to tell her no, but the look of hope in her lopsided eyes was killing you
"...maybe..."
>You're weak
>She smiles before dropping the hem of her shirt and climbing out of bed
>"Thank you, Anon. I really needed this."
>You force a smile
"Glad I could help."
>You crawl out of bed yourself as she opens the door
>Something on the other side nearly causes her to jump out of her skin

>"AH! D-DINKY! G-good morning! I was just...helping Anon wake up!"
>She blurts out a loud, fake laugh, and your stomach turns
>She's acting like Dinky walked in on you balls deep inside of her
>There's no response from your little sister
>After an excruciating silence, Derpy laughs again
>"Well...I'm gonna go get ready for work! LOVEYOUBOTHBYE!"
>She leans out to kiss Dinky on the head and retreats into the hallway
>You follow to the doorway to watch her disappear through her bedroom doorway
>Dinky turns to you
>She's holding her phone in both hands close to her chest, and her head is tilted in confusion
>You can practically see the question marks floating over her head
>You step aside and wave her inside
>As soon as she's in your room, you close the door behind her and sigh
>"Anon...what's going on?"
>You rub your temples wearily
"Mom was feeling lonely, so she came in here to sleep in my bed."
>She studies your rough appearance
>"...you don't look like you were sleeping..."
>You shake your head
"I wasn't. I tried to...but when Mom thought I had already fallen asleep, she..."
>You twirl your wrist as you try to find the words
>Dinky is on the edge of her seat
>"She what!?"
>You jolt at her outburst
"M-masturbated! She...she masturbated in bed with me. And she said my name while she did it..."
>You really shouldn't be talking to your little sister about this, but you feel like you need to talk to someone
>Her eyes widen
>She just stares at you, probably too shocked to know what to say
>You glance away
"I don't know, she's...she's been very lonely lately, and I'm technically the only guy in her life right now, so maybe she's a little confused or some-"
>The sound of the door interrupts you as Dinky rushes out of your room
>You groan at your stupidity
>This is a conversation for a therapist, not your little sister
>You exit into the hallway and head for the stairs
>As you do, you pass your mother's room

>She has a bad habit of leaving her door open while dressing and undressing, so you usually tread lightly
>This time you caught her as she finished putting on her grey courier uniform, facing away from you
>It's a simple outfit, just a short sleeve button up shirt that tightly hugs her narrow shoulders and thin waist, and a pair of shorts
>A very short pair of shorts
>The 'legs' end just below her round, voluptuous rear, leaving her long legs bare until the tops of her socks
>She slides her thumbs into the bottom of her shorts to straighten out the hems, you wonder why she's having so much trouble finding a guy
>And then you feel really weird for thinking about your mother that way
>You tear your eyes away from your mother's ass that you've been staring at and scratch the back of your head
>She glances over her shoulder and notices you
>"Hey honey!"
>You mumble something in response and return to your room to get dressed
>This isn't normal for you
>At least, you don't think it is...
>Your mind is just in a weird place right now
>After what happened last night, who wouldn't be thinking that kind of stuff?
>After you've dressed and reassured yourself, you head down for breakfast
>Mom is sipping a cup of coffee as Dinky pours milk over her cereal
>When you've sat down at the table, she addresses you both
>"Okay guys, I'm going to be late after work again tonight, so I'll leave you some money if you want to go to the movies or something"
>She pulls her phone out, and you hear the familiar jingle of her dating app launching
>Normally you'd be upset that she's ditching you again, but this time you're relieved
>She needs to get laid, bad
>Suddenly Dinky speaks up
>"We never do anything as a family anymore."
>What
>Derpy looks up from her phone and frowns
>"Huh?"
>Dinky stirs her cereal and glances down at the floor
>"You spend all your time going on dates now...we never get to spend time together anymore."
>Now's a bad time, Dinky!
>Your Mom smiles sympathetically

>"I know sweetie...how about I make it up to you? We can have a family day, just like we used to!"
>NO
>"The zoo is doing a special exhibit on birds, and it ends today!"
>SHIT
>Derpy claps her hands together happily
>"That sounds perfect! What do you think, Anon?"
>She turns to gauge your approval
>Dinky looks away guiltily
>You fake a grin
"It sounds like fun! I can't wait!"
>As much as you would prefer to keep a little distance from your mother after what happened last night, the bright smile on her face warms your heart
>"Hehe, okay then! It's a date!"
>And now you feel uncomfortable again
>She's always called family outings 'dates', but now it just seems weird
>She kisses Dinky on the cheek, and you skillfully dodge yours and go for a quick hug instead
>She wishes you both a good day before heading out into the brisk morning air
>Dinky scoops some cereal into her mouth as you stare at her
"What the hell was that?"
>She slowly chews to delay giving you an answer
>"...I wanna spend time with Mom..."
>You cross your arms
"Dinky...I told you what happened last night. Spending an entire afternoon out with her is going to feel really weird for both of us."
>She averts her gaze yet again
>"It's better than her going out with another strange guy for the hundredth time."
>You sigh as you sit down in the chair next to her
"Look, she's feeling lonely right now. She needs a guy in her life to help feel less lonely, alright?"
>She whips her head towards you with a desperate look in her eyes
>"B-but why!? It's just been the three of us all this time, and we were happy!"
>You rub your temples and groan
"Mom's got...needs, okay? Needs that can only be satisfied by a boyfriend."
>Dinky turns back to her bowl
>Then, in the softest voice she can muster:
>"Why can't you be Mom's boyfriend?"
"...what?"
>She twists in her chair
>"...She obviously likes you that way...Why can't you do it?"
>You're speechless
>After gawking for a few moments, you regain your composure

"Because it's wrong, Dinky! Do you realize what you're saying!?"
>She puff herself up
>"Don't you love her?"
"Of course I do, but not like-"
>"Then how can you let her go out there with a different stranger every night? Online dating is really dangerous, I saw a report on the news. They could steal her kidneys, or dategrape her."
>You pinch the bridge of your nose and suck in a breath
"It isn't that bad out there. I love her, with all of my heart, just not like that."
>"Why can't you?"
"Because it's wrong, Dinky."
>She shakes her head
>"No, love is never wrong!"
"That's not what people are talking about when they say stuff like that."
>Suddenly, she turns away from you and hope out of her chair
>"I'm going to my room."
>She storms off, quickly leaving you behind
"H-hey wait! This conversation isn't over! Dinky! DINKY! I'M NOT HAVING SEX WITH MOM JUST SO THAT YOU DON'T HAVE TO MEET HER BOYFRIEND!"
>You hear her door slam, and you know that it's pointless to try and follow her
>Her headset is on by now, and any attempt to communicate will be drowned out by the sounds of explosions and anti-semitic twelve-year-olds
>You flop onto the couch and exhale
>...well shit...
>This is quite the pickle you've found yourself in

>You have no idea what you're going to do
>It's been a couple of hours since Mom left for work, and you've just been nervously pacing
>The Post Office closes early on Saturday, so she will be getting off of work soon
>You have no idea why you're so nervous
>Nothing is going to happen
>She's going to come home, take you and your sister to the zoo, and you're going to have a fun day out as a family like you used to
>And nothing weird is going to happen afterwards
>Dinky is eleven years old; you seriously doubt that she has a wealth of tricks up her sleeve to get you and Mom together
>But that doesn't mean you aren't worried about what she may have planned
>Standard protocol demanded that you leave Dinky alone while she's playing games, but this isn't exactly a standard situation
>She needs to realize that this shit ain't okay
>You climb the stairs with determination and purpose, but stop as you pass your mother's open door
>...Dinky can wait...
>Perhaps a little snooping might give you some insight into your mother's recent behavior
>You slink past the door frame and glance around the space
>It's a pretty normal, if slightly messy, room
>Items on her dresser and nightstand were laying on their side from where she had knocked them over and never bothered to pick them up
>With her clumsy nature, it would have been a futile effort
>Strewn about the floor were various articles of clothing
>She owned a hamper; it just didn't see much use
>Your eyes stop on a pair of familiar items
>The shirt she wore to bed with you
>And crumpled on top of them is the pair of panties that you caught a glance at this morning
>She would have had to change them after what she did last night
>Your pulse quickens as you suddenly feel dirty
>You're invading your mother's privacy
>You should leave
>But you keep going anyway, despite not even knowing what you're looking for
>You pull open the top drawer of her nightstand
>And immediately close it
>Of course that's where she keeps it
 
>You decide to abandon the nightstand before you discover a set of anal beads or whatever
>As you stand back up, you can't help but notice the framed picture of you on top
>Okay, it was all three of you, but whatever
>You're in the middle of the picture, and it's facing her bed
>...You're probably reading way too much into this
>It's been on her nightstand for years, and she's only started acting this way a couple of weeks ago
>Maybe you're letting this get to you too much
>You're practically scanning every object in her room to gauge whether she could have stuffed it up herself while thinking about you
>The more you think about it, the more you feel like the creepy weirdo than her
>Maybe you should just talk to her about this
>Let her know that you were awake, and that it made you uncomfortable, and that you would rather she not masturbate to you anymore
>...
>You would really rather not have that conversation with her
>You'll just tell her that you don't want to share a bed anymore and try to never think about this ever again
>You go to leave her room, but as you turn back to switch the light off you notice the panties in the floor again
>Yet again you remember when she lifted her shirt up this morning, and you quickly flip the switch, slam the door, and head back downstairs
>You flop on to the couch and start flipping through channels, but you can't get the image out of your head
>To make matters worse, your mind goes back even further
>To last night
>It was dark, and your eyes were closed as you pretended to sleep, so you didn't see anything
>But the sounds she was making...
>The moans, the gasps, the soft whimpers, the way that she whispered your name...
>She kept pressing herself into you, and you think at one point she may have kissed your neck
>Fuck
>You're rock hard
>You hide your shame with a throw pillow, and start desperately trying to think about something, anything else
 
>As you fill your brain with random noise, an errant thought from the back of your mind forces itself to the front
>You're feeling this way right now because you feel cheated
>What your Mother did was unfair
>She climbed into your bed, got her rocks off, and you got nothing in return
>You didn't even get your morning fap in, because she was there
>All you need to do to clear your head is to get a little release
>And since Mom got her release in your bed, it's only fair that you do it in hers
>Not to mention that there's a perfectly good pair of panties to clean up the mess afterwards
>You've just been staring at the TV for the last ten minutes while some reality show about cakes or whatever drones on
>Shakily, you hold the remote out and turn it off
>You pull yourself onto your feet, and slowly make your way to the stairs
>Your heart is pounding in your ears as you put your foot on the first step
>A car door slams outside, and you snap back to reality
>What the fuck were you about to do!?
>"Mom's home!"
>You jump as Dinky rushes past you to greet your mother as she comes through the front door
>"Well hey there, muffin!"
>Your mother and sister hug in the living room as you awkwardly stand behind the banister to hide your rapidly deflating erection
>Your Mom notices you, and frowns
>"Are you okay, Anon? You look a little Ill..."
>You drum your fingers on the handrail as you try to come up with an excuse
"No, I'm fine, I just...I was just watching that cake show, and all the shocking twists really did a number on me, you know?"
>Dinky suddenly rushes up to you, grabs you by the hand, and starts pulling you towards the door
>"Good, cause we're gonna go to the zoo right now!"
>Oh fuck, that could have been your out
"No, wait, I mean, my stomach is feeling a little messed up..."
>You rub your tummy for effect with the hand Dinky isn't yanking on
>Derpy looks concerned
>"Oh no! Do you have a fever?"
>She reaches out to feel your forehead
 
>"You do feel a little warm..."
>It's seems that lewd little fantasy that forced itself upon you a moment ago is working in your favor
>She moves her hand down to your cheek as she continues to check your temperature
>Her 'good eye' is quickly darting between each of yours
>You can feel her thumb begin to gently stroke your cheek as her hand moves back more to the side of your face
>She smiles, and you feel a fluttering in your chest
>Suddenly her face turns pink, and she pulls her hand away from you
>"Ah...Y-you feel like you might have a fever..."
>You remember that Dinky is still here, and look down to the end of your arm
>She's still holding your hand, but she stopped pulling
>She's just watching you and Mom
>Mom steps back and fidgets in place, not quite sure what to do with her hands
>"Well, um, I'm going to have to change my clothes and eat some lunch first, so if you still feel bad when it's time to go, then you can stay home, okay?"
>You nod, and she excuses herself to head upstairs
>You just breathe and compose your thoughts
"...Dinky? Can I have my hand back?"
>She lets your fingers slip out of her grip, and you return to the couch and turn the TV back on
>Dinky watches you for a few seconds but you try to ignore her
>It's too awkward, however, so you turn towards her again
>She's smiling
>"You guys make a really cute couple."
>You grab a flip flop from under the couch and throw it at her
>She skillfully dodges it and retreats upstairs
>Yeah, you better run
>You reach down to rub your belly
>Your stomach actually is feeling kind of weird now...

>You are, once again, Derpy
>As you unbutton your work shirt, you slowly exhale
>You had to beat a hasty retreat after checking Anon's fever
>Staring into his eyes made your heart feel funny
>You hated this
>Ever since you started thinking dirty things about your son, you've been constantly second-guessing your feelings for him
>He's your son, and you love him with all of your heart
>But do you love him the right way?
>He makes you feel like a kid with a crush
>Is this how all mothers feel when their boys grow up into handsome young men?
>Aside from the lust, that is
>You doubt the other mothers fantasize about their boys slamming their rock-hard dicks into their moist, quivering-
>A knock on your doorframe startles you out of that particular train of thought, and you turn to find Dinky peeking in
>"Um...Mom?"
>You pull your partially-opened shirt closed and smile at her
"What is it, Sweetie?"
>She steps into the doorway, hides her hands behind her back, and nervously rocks back and forth on her heels
>You let her take her time
>While she was quite talkative with her online friends, she sometimes struggled with face-to-face conversations
>After collecting her thoughts for a moment, she responds
>"Um...are you about to get dressed for the zoo trip?"
"Yep!"
>She nods
>"...what are you going to wear?"
>You blink
>You usually don't put a lot of thought into your clothes
"Er...Jeans and a t-shirt, I guess?"
>She shakes her head
>"No! This is a special occasion! It's our first time out in weeks! You gotta dress special!"
>She grabs your hand and pulls you over to the closet
>And immediately starts flipping through the dresses that you wear out on dates
"Dinky, we're just going to the zoo. Don't you think that's overdressing a bit?"
>She looks over her shoulder and shakes her head
>"You always make yourself look really pretty when you go out with those strangers you meet online. Don't you think you should look pretty when you spend time with us, too?"
 
>You squirm
"W-well, when you go out like that, t-there's certain, uh, expectation of appearances...for the guys and the girls..."
>She just stares
>You suddenly feel the need to study your fingernails
>"Me and Anon think you're really pretty, Mom. You shouldn't be afraid to be pretty around us."
>You aren't really sure how to respond to that
>But the thought that your kids think you look good makes you happy
>Dinky resumes flipping through your clothes, and you watch curiously
>Finally, she pulls one of the dresses down and hands it to you
>"Can you wear this one, please?"
>It's a rather simple dress
>Light pink with a knee length skirt, a sash that ties around the waist, and one shoulder
>You smile
"Yeah, I think I can do this one."
>You ruffle the top of her hair slip behind the open closet door
"No peeking!"
>She nods, and you get to work undressing
>Once you've stripped down to your underwear, you suddenly realize a problem with the dress she picked out
>It only has one shoulder
>Meaning the other shoulder is bare
>Meaning that you can't wear a bra, or everyone will see the strap
>You bite your lip
>Dinky was really excited to see you in this dress...
>...it's not that big of a deal
>You undo the clasp in the back and let the undergarment fall to the ground at your feet
>You pull the dress over your head and straighten it out
>It was a little loose around your waist, but that was what the sash was for
>You were always bad at tying these sorts of things yourself
>Feeding it through the two loops on the sides, you step out from behind the door for assistance
"Hey Dinky, could you help Mommy with...h-hey!"
>She's digging through your underwear drawer
>You step forward to try and stop her right as she pulls out two pieces of long, white fabric
>"Could you wear these too?"
>It was a pair of thigh-high stockings
>You blush slightly
"Oh...Sweetie, I don't know..."
>She holds them out to you, and you take them
>"I think you'll look really good in them!"
 
>You rub the fine material between your fingers as she goes behind you to tie your sash
>"...and I think Anon will like them too!"
>Your heart skips a beat at the thought
>No...
>He doesn't think of you like that
>Dinky doesn't really understand any of this stuff, so she doesn't really know what she's saying
>You're surprised at how tight she's tied the sash
>It's not uncomfortable or anything, but it's pulled the dress snugly against your curves
>Especially the way it sits on top of your hips and butt...
>At least she's tied it in a proper bow
>You always just did it in a crappy little knot
>How the heck are you supposed to tie something behind you!?
>You feel weird wearing something this...
>...sexy...to the zoo with your kids
>And then you remember the stockings in your hand
>Your face is probably as red as a tomato right now
>Dinky looks on expectantly
>You remember what she said...
>...about Anon liking them...
>You sit down on the edge of your bed, bunch up one of the socks, and roll it up your right leg
>Oh wow
>You had forgotten how good these felt on your skin
>You experimentally bend your knee a few times and smile
>As you go to work on the other leg, Dinky returns to your closet and starts digging through your shoes
>You stand up and take a few steps in your socks, and you think you hear Dinky mutter something under her breath
>"Where are the heels...?"
>You raise an eyebrow
"What's that, muffin?"
>She looks back to you, glancing down to look at your legs, and smiles
>"Wow, you look so pretty Mom!"
>You giggle and do a little twirl
>Which causes you to nearly lose your balance, but you catch yourself on the dresser
"Woah! Heh, t-thanks!"
>She looks back in the closet and frowns
>"Um...are these all of your shoes?"
>You glance over her head
"Yup, looks like it."
>You reach over her to grab a black pair of flats and make your way back towards the bed to put them on
 
>"Um, do you have any of those shoes with the pointy heels on them? Those are cool. Or pretty, or whatever."
>You give her a playful smirk
"I've never been able to walk in those things. I can barely stay on my two feet as it is!"
>She almost looks disappointed
>After slipping your shoes on, you head over to the full-length mirror next to your closet
>You swish side-to-side to check yourself out
>You look pretty good!
>...maybe a little too good
>You feel a little weird thinking about going out with Anon dressed like this
>...and Dinky too, of course
>Speaking of which, she has come up by your side
>"You look really nice. Man, if Anon decides to stay home, he's really going to miss out!"
>That's right, Anon said he's feeling a little sick
>You don't want your baby to feel bad, but the thought that you might not have to go out with him dressed like this lifts a weight from your shoulders
>"Did anything weird happen in Anon's room last night?"
>You nearly shit your spine in surprise and fear
"W-what? What do you mean!?"
>She looks away
>"I don't know...it's just that Anon seemed really tired this morning. He told me that he was tossing and turning all night. When I asked why, he kinda got weird about it."
>Oh no
>Nonononono
>He was awake
>You can never look him in the eye again
>He thinks you're disgusting
>He probably hates you
>"Yeah, he was acting pretty weird all this morning, actually. I think I saw him sneak into your room and take something."
>Huh?
>You struggle to compose yourself enough to speak, much less speak normally
"W-w-what d-did he take, D-Dinky?"
>Nailed it
>She just shrugs
>"I dunno. He just grabbed something out of here and ran off to his room."
>She heads for the door and shoots you a grin
>"I'm gonna go grab a snack before we go to the zoo!"
>You stammer something out as she disappears down the hall
>Your eyes dart wildly around your room, checking for anything that may be missing
>What would he have taken?
 
>As you scan the floor, a familiar garment catches your eye
>The shirt you wore to bed with Anon is laying crumpled in a heap at the foot of your bed...
>...but the panties are gone
>The chorus of panicked voices that were previously screaming in your thoughts go quiet
>Your pulse is loudly pounding in your ears as you swallow nervously
>You must have...taken them to the laundry...
>There's no way...
>...no way that if you check in Anon's room, you'll find them in there...
>You carefully, quietly, make your way out into the hallway, checking either side to make sure that you're alone
>Your heart feels like it's trying to hammer it's way out of your chest as you sneak over to Anon's door
>Shakily you reach out and turn the knob
>When the door swings open, something immediately grabs your attention
>A little piece of fabric sticking out from under his pillow
>You just stare at it, for what feels like an eternity
>Then you remember that he could come up those stairs at any time and catch you, so you quickly step into his room and grab the pillow
>Slowly you lift it up, and there they are
>You lift them up and examine them
>It's definitely the same pair; they're still dirty from when you played with yourself
>Immediately you feel an immense sense of relief
>You even feel slightly giddy
>He feels the same way about you...
>You had been beating yourself up this whole time, telling yourself that you're disgusting and feeling ashamed, and he felt the same way...
>And then you frown
>You shouldn't feel happy about this
>If Anon is attracted to you, then has he been suffering like you have?
>The thought tears at your heartstrings
>S-should you talk to him about this?
>Oh goodness, how would you even start that conversation?
>'Hey, I think you're sexy, and I know you've been jerking it with my underwear!'
>What if you're wrong?
>What if this is a misunderstanding?
 
>You can't really think of any non-sexual reason that he'd take your dirty underwear...
>...but what if there is one?
>And besides, if he really was awake while you were playing with yourself in his bed, wouldn't he have done something?
>You think you may have whispered his name...
>Wouldn't that let him know that you feel the same way about him?
>...but what if he was asleep?
>He seemed asleep at the time...
>If he's attracted to you, then simply sharing a bed with you would probably have an effect on him
>Or what if sharing a bed with him made him think of you that way?
>What if he was totally normal, and you made him confused when you selfishly demanded that he let you sleep in his bed!?
>You don't remember him acting odd around you before
>You sit on the edge of his bed and rub your temples between your thumb and middle finger and breathe
>Wildly speculating like this isn't getting you anywhere
>After calming down for a moment, you look back down at the panties
>You can't know what Anon's thinking, or how he feels
>...Maybe the best way to handle this is to let him know how you feel?
>Subtly, so that you can have some wiggle room in case you're wrong
>Perhaps there's a way for you to drop some hints?
>You sigh in frustration
>You aren't the most clever woman...
>This can go very badly if you don't play your cards right
>You stand up and start to leave, only to stop in the doorway
>Smiling mischievously, you slip the pair of panties back under his pillow
>After last night, it's only fair that he get to have a little fun of his own, right?

>You are once again Anon
>Dinky is in the kitchen, eating some chips
>You're watching her like a hawk
>It's awkward and quiet
>After about a minute or so, she breaks the silence
>"...are you gonna come with us to the zoo?"
>You adjust yourself in your seat
"I don't know."
>You know it's a trap
>But do want to spend time with Mom
>Dinky munches a few chips as she watches you squirm
>"I don't know why you're acting so weird about it. We're just going on a fun, family trip."
>She takes a long sip from her cup as you give her the stink eye
"You're the one making this weird. Me and Mom aren't going to be boyfriend and girlfriend, okay?"
>She shrugs
>"Then why are you so worried?"
>You try to come up with an excuse, but the sound of someone descending the stairs stops you
>Your mother stands in the living room, wearing a pink, curve-hugging dress, white stockings, and a warm smile
>"Um, what do you think?"
>She turns to show her sides
>Jesus Christ, that ass
>A bead of sweat rolls down your forehead
"...You look good."
>She giggles
>"Thank you! Dinky helped me get dressed!"
>You shoot the little turd a glare, and she just wiggles her eyebrows at you
>Derpy approaches you and gently strokes your cheek again
>"Are you feeling any better, sweetie?"
>She has to bend at the waist to lower herself to your level
>Giving you a pretty good look down the top of her dress
>You look away; your eyes land on Dinky
>She's just watching and sipping from her cup
"I-I, uh...yeah, I'm fine..."
>Wait, what are you doing?
>Derpy stands up and happily claps her hands together
>"Great! I was hoping you were!"
>She playfully ruffles your hair and hums
>"It wouldn't be a family trip without you~!"
>You smile as you straighten your hair out
>Her upbeat attitude is refreshing
>She's been rather distant lately
>Maybe this outing is really what she needed to pull herself out of this slump?
>You're willing to put up with a few hours of potential awkwardness if it makes her happy

>The three of you leave the house and lock up
>Now that you're actually leaving, you're really starting to second-guess yourself
>Maybe you should have stayed home after all
>...or maybe you're just being a little bitch?
>You seriously need to sack up
>Your little sister has you terrified
>She's about a head shorter than the other girls in her grade, and she's light enough that she could be swept away by a light breeze
>You need to get over yourself
>Your mother hops into the driver's seat, and you pull open the rear passenger door
>Dinky is already laying across the bench seat, playing with her phone
>Of course
>You usually argue over who gets to ride shotgun
>...
>Well, fine
>She probably shouldn't be in the front seat anyway
>You take your seat and buckle up
>Derpy smiles over at you
>"Are we all set to go?"
>You both agree to the affirmative
>"Alrighty then! Dinky, sit up and put your seatbelt on."
>Mom pulls out of the driveway, and you're off
>She was surprisingly good at driving, considering her 'unique' eyes
>You've actually got a worse driving record than her
>Mom says that she can keep one eye on the road and the other on the cars and signs around her
>She's probably joking
>Now that you're on the road, the awkwardness that you feared settles in
>The only sound is the tires against the road
>Every now and then you glance at her
>She glances back, smiles, and you both lock your eyes to the horizon once again
>She reaches over and turns the radio on
>Afternoon delight
>She turns it off
>"So...how is school going?"
>You shrug
"Graduation is coming up in a few months. Kinda excited for that."
>She nods
>"...You've been hanging out with your friends lately?"
>You shrug
"Don't really have too many friends."
>"What? Why? Is something going on at school?"
>She sounds worried, so you try to calm her down
"Nothing's going on. I'm just not very friendly, you know?"
>She still looks worried, but she nods anyway
>"...what about girls?"

>You jolt
>This really isn't a good time for this line of questioning
>She senses your apprehension
>"O-or guy, whatever you're into!"
"I'm not gay, Mom!"
>She blushes and scratches the back of her head
>"It's okay if you are, though!"
"But I'm not."
>She glances over sheepishly and giggles
>"I didn't think you were. But I just wanted you to know that I won't judge you. Whatever kind of someone you like, I'll support you."
>She reaches over and lightly squeezes your knee
>That fluttering feeling in your chest is back
"T-thanks."
>She puts her hand back on the wheel, and you turn to stare out the window
>Oh boy, this was going to be a long ride
>Suddenly, Mom gasps
>"O-oh! Uh, Dinky, how's school been for you?"
>As she recounts the recent events in her class, you retreat into your thoughts
>What the hell is going on with Mom?
>You had thought that her upswing in mood was just because she was going out with the two of you, but now you're starting to worry
>Is she...testing the waters?
>She's been distant and a little evasive to you, and now she's acting like this?
>Maybe she just got it out of her system last night, and she's finally getting back to normal?
>Or...
>A cold jolt runs down your spine
>What the fuck did Dinky tell her!?
>She helped her get dressed earlier
>That's plenty of time for her to sew devious, treacherous seeds
>As you listen to Dinky embarrassedly recount getting in trouble for tasting the glue in art class, you wonder if you are perhaps giving her too much credit
>...unless that's what she wants you to think...
>You seriously need to chill
>You can handle whatever twists she throws at you
>...and besides...
>Even if she somehow succeeds...
>...would ending up with Mom really be that bad?
>You shake off the thought and resume studying the landscape as it whizzes past
>You don't know where those thoughts keep coming from
>Maybe this is what Mom has been going through for the past few weeks

>Well, you're here
>You've managed to calm yourself down, but now you're regretting coming along for an entirely different reason
>The zoo kinda sucks
>Animals are great, but once you've seen a bored lion laying on a rock, it's an experience that you don't really need to relive
>But whatever
>You aren't here for the lemurs, you're here for familial bonding
>Dinky skips ahead as you and Mom walk up to the entrance
>"Is there anything you're excited to see, sweetie?"
>You shrug
"I dunno...Dinky mentioned something about a bird exhibit."
>She just nods as she walks along
>"I was kinda surprised. She's always been scared of birds."
>You can only speculate as to her motivations; the zoo isn't a particularly romantic location
>Speaking of which, Dinky is at the ticket booth, chatting with the attendant
>It enflames your paranoia
>No, you're going to enjoy your day, dammit
>"Mom! Dad! Hurry up!"
>...
>Did Dinky just call you dad?
>You and Mom glance over to each other in confusion, before picking up the pace
>The attendant smiles as you approach
>"Hello! You guys want three tickets, right? Couples get in half-off on the weekends!"
>You and Mom blush, squirming uncomfortably
>She plasters a big, fake grin on her face
>"Uh, yes please! We want tickets!"
>You try to smile in a totally normal fashion as she holds her credit card out to him
>The attendant cocks and eyebrow, before tearing off three tickets and handing them to your Mother
>Dinky grabs both of your hands and practically drags you both through the entrance
>"You three have fun now!"
>As soon you're out of his view, she lets go of your hands and glances over her shoulder
>"No reason to pay full price if you can get out of it!"
>Mom is blushing furiously
>"T-thanks, muffin..."
>You roll your eyes
>Well that was fucking embarrassing
>But if that's the extent of Dinky's tactical genius, you're going to be fine
>She got you in at reduced cost
>Your cock is throbbing in primal, incestuous lust

>You're Derpy again, and you feel all twisted up inside
>Dinky told the man in the ticket booth that you and Anon were her parents
>Having a stranger think of you like that made you feel weird, and creepy, and gross
>Before you had only been thinking about you and Anon together in a vacuum
>But what if someone who knew you saw you and Anon out on a date?
>How would you explain that?
>You couldn't
>You would have to keep it a secret; stay hidden like criminals
>You couldn't do that to Anon
>As far as you know, he's never dated anyone before
>He might even be a virgin
>Stealing away his firsts like that and ruining his chance to have a normal relationship would be so unfair and selfish
>And Dinky called him dad...
>You already have two wonderful kids, but what about Anon?
>What if he wants kids?
>You can't have his babies
>You're his mother
>What if they get sick because you're both related?
>...a-also inbreeding is morally wrong
>He would lose the opportunity to have children, all because you were so greedy that you wanted to keep him to yourself
>And the thought of just being with him for a while and letting him find a wife later upsets you
>You don't want a fling
>You aren't going to pump and dump your son
>You want to grow old together with-
>Oh goodness, the age difference
>You're going to be all wrinkly and shriveled in a few years, while he's still handsome and vital
>That would be so unfair
>You remember what you found in his room earlier, and it only makes you feel more conflicted
>He's young, and inexperienced
>He doesn't know any better
>Taking advantage of that for your own sake would be wrong
>You just need to forget about this sick fantasy and let Anon grow into a healthy, normal adult
>You look over at your son as you walk deeper into the zoo
>Your eyes fog up and your stomach twists up on itself
>You don't want to let him go
>You love him so much!
>And he's never felt so...
>...attainable...
>Oh gosh, what is wrong with you!?

>Be Anon yet again
>The visit so far has been predictably dull
>Dinky hasn't had too many opportunities to fuck with you while you were staring at penguins and prairie dogs and shit
>Mom has been pretty quiet since the incident at the ticket booth
>You were glad to get some distance at first after Dinky's little stunt, but now you were a little worried
>She had warmed up a lot since she had come home from work, but know she seemed to be closing back up again
>When you all arrive at the tiger cage, you try to seem a bit more lively and interested
"Hey Mom, check it out! That tiger over there is swimming. That's kinda cool, huh? 'Cause cats don't really like water or whatever?"
>You you look over at her, she crosses her arms over her chest and gives you a thin-lipped smile
>"Yeah, that's great, sweetie."
>She's acting so uncomfortable around you
"Mom, don't worry about what happened earlier, Dinky was just trying to be helpful."
>Her face reddens slightly, and she turns her head away from you
>"I'm not worried about that."
"...well then, what's wrong?"
>"Nothing's wrong."
"You're acting weird."
>"I'm fine."
>Your heart aches
>You wanted the affectionate, energetic, fun-loving mother you remembered
>She was practically back to normal, until Dinky pushed her too hard
>You make sure to shoot Dinky an irritated look, but you stop when you see that she seems as saddened as you at this sudden downward turn
>When her eyes meet yours, she grabs your wrist and starts pulling you away
>"C'mon, I need to go to the bathroom."
>You stumble behind her
"Wha- you're old enough to go by-"
>You glance over your shoulder
>Mom has sat down on a bench and pulled out her phone
>Goddamn it
>You shut your mouth and follow behind her
>She drags you into the women's room and peeks under the stalls to make sure that you're alone
>She nods, and you speak
"Never call me 'dad' ever again. That was fucking weird."
>She grabs her elbow and twists her foot into the ground
>"...sorry."

>Dinky looks pretty guilty about what had happened, so you can't quite bring yourself to chew her out
>But you still need to use this opportunity to nip this behavior in the bud
>You stick your hands in your pockets and lean against the door
"Well, how's that plan of yours coming along? Because so far it's made me and Mom feel weird and uncomfortable."
>She huffs
>"No! Mom was happy again! A-and don't think I didn't see the way you were looking at her too! Everything was working good until I screwed up..."
>You roll your eyes
>Dinky thinks that Twilight is a compelling love story; she wouldn't know what romance looks like
>"I didn't think it would be a big deal! I mean, all I did was get us in for cheaper. I didn't think Mom would get all weird about it."
"...You called me Da-"
>"I know, okay!"
>She slumps down to the floor and hugs her legs to her chest
>"And now she's gonna just ignore us again and go running into the arms of some guy from the internet because I made everything weird."
>You kneel down to her level
"Dinky, you didn't make this anymore weird than it already was. I think you just gave Mom a moment of clarity. This was never going to happen, okay? We're related, it's wrong."
>She sits quietly for a few seconds, before pulling out her phone
>You're surprised to hear the familiar jingle of your Mom's preferred dating app opening
"D-Dinky? Why do you have that on your phone?"
>She taps a few buttons before turning the phone towards you
>"What do you think of this guy? Do you want him to have sex with Mom?"
>What the fuck!?
>You try to look around the phone, but she just keeps moving it in front of your face
"Dinky that's-stop-that's really weird, you can't just-quit it-ask me to rate random guys from-STOP!"
>"Answer the question! Do you want this guy to put his weiner in Mom?"
>You look at the picture for a moment
"The guy's got a stupid beard and he's covered in acne. No I don't want him touching Mom."

>She swipes through a few more pages and turns the phone back to you
>"What about this guy? Do you mind the idea of this guy spending the night over?"
>You scoff
"He's wearing a fedora and a My Tiny Equines shirt, he's probably never going to get within groping range of any woman, much less Mom."
>Dinky pulls up another profile
>"How about this one? His bio says that he eats ass. Do you really want Mom to date a cannibal!?"
>You push the phone to the side and she starts tapping the screen yet again
"This is stupid, Dinky. What are you even trying to prove?"
>She holds the phone out once more
>"Now how about this guy?"
>You sigh and look at the screen
>You stare for a few seconds, and your brow furrows
>He looks normal
>You scroll the screen down to look at his bio
>It says that he's a marine biologist, and that he's just gotten back on to the market after getting out of a long-term relationship
>You scroll down even further to look at the pictures
>There's some of him with sea creatures, and a couple of him out in nature
>"Well? Don't you think he's a good match for Mom?"
>You're silent for a moment
"He, uh, looks a little old for-"
>"He's thirty-three, one year older than Mom."
>You scratch your neck
"He...his bio says that he just got out of a relationship? What if it was because he cheated or something?"
>She opens up a different profile and aims it at you
>"So, what's wrong with this one? Why wouldn't he be a good boyfriend for Mom?"
>Fuck, this one looks normal too
>A bead of sweat trickles down the side of your face
"...uh..."
>She swipes open another
>"How about this guy? Could you imagine him kissing Mom on their wedding day?"
>Your stomach knots, and you push the phone out of your face
"S-stop it, okay!"
>She stands back up and glares down at you
>"See! You don't want some guy to take Mom away either! And Mom doesn't want those guys either...she wants you."
>You bolt back up to your feet and practically hiss at her

"S-she's my Mom! That's wrong! It's a fucking crime against nature!"
>She glares up at you
>"So, is that why you don't want to do it? Because it's wrong?"
"Yes! We already had this discussion this morning! I'm not attracted to Mom!"
>"Why?"
>You groan
"Because. It. Is. Wrong. How many times do I have to-"
>"Is that the only reason?"
>You exasperatedly slap your forehead
"That's a pretty big deal, Dinky. It's instinct: you don't fuck your relatives."
>"But what if she wasn't related to you? What if you met somebody just like her out there? Would you date her?"
>You roll your eyes again
"There aren't girls like Mom out there, Dinky."
>...
>Wait...
>She blinks
"...I mean..."
>"Have you ever had a girlfriend, Anon?"
>Well, this line of questioning has certainly taken you off guard
"What does that have to do with-"
>"You're a good looking guy, I guess. My babysitter always flirted with you, and she would ask me questions about you. Why didn't you date?"
>You swallow nervously
"I never got around to it."
>"Are you attracted to Mom? Not, like, in a sex way, but romantically?"
>You suck in a low, shaky breath
>You need to be very careful with how you answer this question
"N-no."
>Nailed it
>She shrugs and walks past you
>"Then I'll go write Mom's number on the boy's bathroom wall. Maybe someone will-"
>You grab her arm to stop her
>You don't look at her, you don't speak
>You just stare silently at the wall
>Dinky gives you a moment to breathe
>"Mom feels really bad right now. If anybody can comfort her, it's you."
>...
>You nod, and let her go
"Y-yeah, she just needs someone to help lift her spirits. Like, a friend or whatever. There's nothing wrong with that. That's normal..."
>She smiles, before leaving you alone to cool off
>As you turn on the sink to splash water on your face, an old woman enters the bathroom
>She looks surprised and confused
>You probably shouldn't be hanging out in the ladies room

>After your uncomfortable conversation with Dinky in the ladies' room, you're thankful to return to the mundanity of the zoo outside
>Your Mom is still sitting by herself on the bench where you left her, still tapping away at her phone
>You aren't really sure if you feel the way about her that Dinky seems to think that you do, but you don't want to see her upset and uncomfortable around you anymore
>You sit down next to her and are surprised to see that she isn't actually on her dating app again like you thought
>It looks like she's on some kind of message board or forum or something
>Maybe you should stop assuming that she's thumbing through a catalog of dicks every time you see her on her phone
>When she notices you, she quickly locks the screen and sticks it back in her purse
>"Hey sweetheart! You ready to head to the next thing?"
>You tap your thighs a few times and sigh
"Uh, do you think we can just sit here for a minute?"
>She smiles and nods
>And then an awkward silence falls over you
>You have no idea what to say, and neither does your Mom apparently
>You both just look around, and smile at each other when your eyes happen to meet
>As you scan your surroundings, you catch Dinky watching from the distance
>She makes some kind of weird hand gestures that you suppose means to get on with it or something
>You clear your throat
"Um, so, uh, how are you doing?"
>She gives you another forced smile
>"I'm fine."
>Well, this is getting you nowhere
>It's time for you to use your secret technique
>Reaching out, you slip you hand into her palm and gently squeeze it
>She jumps, and her face turns blood red
>"A-ah! Anon!?"
>Please don't make this weird
>You're holding hands, not sixty-nining
"Mom, you're worrying me. Dinky didn't mean anything by it, she just wanted to help."
>She glances down to your intertwined hands, and back up to the people around you
>She takes in a long breath
>"...that man...he thought...you and I were..."
>You shrug

"So? It really isn't that big of a deal. None of these people know us, and we don't know them. They can think whatever they want."
>Her 'good' eye is locked firmly to yours
>She noticeably relaxes
>"You...don't care if people see us that way?"
>...
>You feel like you're being led into a trap
>But you want her relax, so you shake your head
"Not at all. Like I said, we don't know these people. We're probably making all sorts of assumptions about them that may or may not be correct."
>Her smile widens, and she squeezes your hand
>"Thank you, Anon. You've really taken a load off of my mind."
>You pat the back of her hand and stand up
"Well then, let's move on. I wanna go see the giraffes now before-"
>She's still holding onto your hand
"...Mom?"
>She slowly stands up next to you, and adjusts her grip so that her fingers are intertwined with yours
>"Sweetie? Do you mind if we walk together like this for a while?"
>Your heart jumps in your chest
"H-huh?"
>She twists her foot into the ground and bites her lip
>"I...I would really like it if we could..."
>You remember what you just told her
>About how you didn't care what other people think
>She's standing very close to you
"Y-yeah, we can do that."
>She leans in and wraps her other arm around you
>"Thanks bunches, baby."
>You awkwardly pat her back while trying not to accidentally smell her
>...she smells like deodorant and blueberries
>She breaks off the hug and turns to your little sister
>"C'mon Dinky, let's go check out the longhorses!"
"They're called giraffes."
>"Tallpacas?"
>She giggles, and starts to lightly tug you along until you match her pace
>As you walk, you feel a smaller hand slip into your free one
>You look down to find Dinky beaming back up at you before she looks forward and starts talking about everything else she wants to see before you leave
>Okay, now you're starting to care about what everyone is thinking

>It didn't take too long for you to get over yourself
>You're holding hands with your family, there's nothing wrong with that
>Besides, you hold Dinky's hand in public all the time anyway
>Or you used to, anyway
>She's starting to get a little too old for that now
>Whatever, it doesn't matter
>Nobody's even giving you a second glance anyway
>That fact goes a long way to putting you at ease
>More than that, it actually feels kinda nice
>All these people probably think that you're Mom's boyfriend/husband instead of her son, and they probably think Dinky's your daughter
>It's weird, but it also feels strangely comfy
>Your mother still seems a bit apprehensive, though
>She keeps avoiding making eye contact with the other patrons and squeezing your hand for reassurance
>You arrive at the giraffe enclosure, and she releases your hand
>"Thanks again sweetie. That really helped me feel better."
>She still looks a little shaken, but she's smiling and talking to you, so you accept it as a victory
"Any time."
>You turn to the towering ungulates pacing around behind the fence
>Yep
>Those are giraffes alright
>Dinky speaks up
>"Hey Anon? Have you ever thought about riding a giraffe before?"
>You look down and are surprised to see that you're still holding her hand
>You let it go before responding
"Everyone wants to ride a giraffe, Dinky. Ever since the dawn of man, our kind has looked upon these towering creatures, wondering to ourselves-"
>As you go on your stupid tirade, Dinky looks past you and her eyes widen
>Suddenly you feel something thick and wet slide across your face
>Oh God, the giraffes are trying their luck
>You've seen the gifs, so you know to keep your mouth closed as it's long, black tongue slides across your lips
>You gently push the thirsty creature away as Dinky giggles
"Guh. I'm too irresistible, Dinky. Everyone wants a piece."
>Your mother comes on over, looking worried
>"Are you okay Anon?"

>The giraffe goes in for another taste, and you hold it off yet again
>Mom scrunches up her nose as her face reddens
>"H-hey! Leave him alone!"
>As she tries to help push the first giraffe away from you, another comes up behind her and starts sniffing 
>She squeals as it sticks it's fuzzy muzzle right in the crook of her neck and shoulder
>"Ah! Q-quit it!"
>The animal moves down to stick it's nose down the front of her dress
>This is getting out of hand
>You step over to rescue her as the giraffe pulls out of her clothes, moves down even lower, bites down on the hem of her dress, and begins to pull up
>Time seems to slow as the top of her skirt rises higher and higher, until she's been fully exposed
>You get a full view of her pink panties, as well as her bare thighs emerging from the tops of her white stockings
>H-how lewd
>You manage to force your eyes away from her crotch and the flow of time resumes normally
>Mom is freaking out and trying to push her skirt down while Dinky is laughing so hard that she sounds like she's about to die
>With a little bit of effort, you pull her skirt from the giraffe's mouth and lead her out of range of their long necks
>She's very upset about having just been sexually assaulted by an animal, so you sit her down at a bench and try to comfort her
>You stroke her shoulder and lie about how visible her nether regions were as Dinky joins you
>"Are you okay Mom? I'm sorry I laughed at you..."
>Mom gives her a dirty look before smirking
>"Don't worry about it you little turd. Karma's going to get you back for it."
>Dinky looks a little scared as Mom playfully ruffles her hair
>Some guy wearing a staff badge suddenly jogs up to you all
>"Sir, Ma'am, I'm very sorry about what happened! We normally keep these two in an enclosure with a taller fence, but we are in the middle of performing some routine maintenance..."
>He pulls a couple of slips of paper out of his pocket and hands them to you

>"If you and your family would like to give us another chance in the future, it's on the house!"
>Oh God, more time at the zoo?
>You thank him, and he returns from whence he came
>You hand the vouchers to her
"I doubt we're going to be using these for a while."
>She frowns
>"Are you not having fun?"
>You shrug
"Well, you don't really come to the zoo to have fun, you come to amazed by the majesty of nature. Unless you like getting molested by animals, I guess, then you can have the time of your life."
>She laughs a little, before hopping up and pulling you up to your feet
>"We've still got some time to have fun! They've got a water tank where you can touch an octopus!"
>There's a bit of a spring in her step as she leads you off towards another animal kingdom adventure
>As you walk behind her, you feel a hand slip into yours once more
>Dinky avoids your eyes
>"...I'm worried about my Karma."
"Karma doesn't exist, Dinky."
>She shakes her head
>"No, I saw a boy at my school who got away with cheating on his test, and the next day, his Grandpa died."
>Jesus Fucking Christ
"Don't you think that punishment is a little too harsh for the crime?"
>She squeezes your fingers
>"That's why I'm worried."

>As your mother leads you to the underwater petting zoo, you look around
>You're walking down the main path, so several stalls of trinkets and snacks are set up to catch the attention of the patrons
"Hey Mom, do you think we could get a snack or something?"
>She stops and turns to you
>"Huh? Oh yeah, sure..."
>She scans the nearby stalls, until stopping at a particular one
>After staring at it for a moment, she turns back to you
>"H-how would you guys like some milkshakes?"
>You nod
"Uh, yeah, that sounds good to me."
>Dinky concurs
>"Yeah, I love milkshakes! I want a chocolate one, please!"
>Dinky has yet to let go of your hand since leaving the giraffe enclosure
>Mom claps her palms together and smiles
>"Great! I'll just go, um, go grab some for us. Wait right here, I'll be right back!"
>You raise an eyebrow as she skitters off towards the milkshake stand
>Why is she acting so weird all of a sudden?
>You feel a light tug on your hand
>"Can we go sit over there while we wait?"
"Dinky...don't you think you're a little too old to be holding hands like this?"
>She looks down at your joined hands, and reluctantly releases her grip
>"I only turned eleven last month..."
>You chuckle lightly to yourself
>She's usually bragging about how old she is
>You follow her over to the bench she had indicated earlier and sit down
>Dinky starts playing with her phone as you watch people pass by
>As you do, you recall what you told your mother earlier, and wonder how much merit that claim had
>How many of these 'couples' you're seeing are actually siblings, cousins, or whatever?
>You doubt most people people would mistake a parent and child like that, but it was a little different with you and Mom
>She was already very young when she had you, but on top of that, she was naturally very youthful
>If she wore makeup, she could probably pass as being younger than you
>Dinky took after her in that regard
>She was absolutely tiny for her age

>Your Mom returns from the milkshake stand with her hands behind her back
>"Here we go! Here's yours, Dinky..."
>She reaches out with her left hand to give her a small cup
>"...A-and here's yours, Anon..."
>She brings her other hand around in front of her to reveal a large
"What about you, Mom? Don't you want one too?"
>She smiles nervously
>"I thought that...maybe we could share one?"
"What?"
>You look back down to the cup
>It only has one straw
>...Oh
>Your face heats up
>Dinky just stares at you as she sips from her cup
>She loves doing that for some reason
>You return her nervous smile with one of your own
"Sure! That, uh, that works. I mean, it makes sense, I guess. Fiscally speaking. One large probably costs less than two..."
>As you jabber on like a moron, she brings the straw up to her mouth
>Wrapping her lips around it, she slowly draws out a mouthful of the creamy fluid within and swallows it down
>"Mmm, tasty..."
>Fuck, when did it get so hot around here?
>She holds the cup out to you
>"Would you like to try some...?"
>Instead of grabbing it like a normal person, you instead lean in and take the straw into your mouth as she holds it
>It's just a normal straw; it hasn't somehow been transformed by her lips
>You can't even say for sure if any of her saliva is on it
>Any moisture you detect could easily be condensation or something
>But the thought that some of it could be her saliva makes this feel a little lewd
>You swallow
"Yeah, that's pretty good."
>You were actually too busy thinking about your lips touching your mother's mouth fluids to notice what flavor it was, but the aftertaste indicates that it's peanut butter fudge
>She just smiles and nods, before putting the straw back into her mouth
>Her face gets more flush as she sips
>"Yeah, I uh, really...like...having this in my mouth..."
>She turns cherry red as she covers her face in embarrassment
>Dinky suddenly jumps out of her seat and tugs on Mom's skirt

>"C'mon guys, let's go! I wanna go touch the fishes like Mom said!"
>Derpy takes the obvious save
>"Oh, yes! We'd better hurry and get over there before they, er, put the lid on the aquarium, or whatever."
>You stand up and and dust off your palms
"Yeah, let's go."
>Rather than lead the way this time, Mom walks alongside you as you all head to your destination
>In between glancing at the scenery and reading signs to make sure you're going the right way, you sneak peeks at the cup
>Eventually she decides to take another sip
>She must have sucked up an air bubble or something, because as soon as she pulls off, a wad of milkshake erupts from the tip of the straw and runs down to the lid
>She hesitates for a moment, before going in with her tongue and-
>H-holy fuck
>The way her tongue wraps around it, and laps at it from the base to the tip...
>D-does she have to make eye contact with you while she-
>WHAM
>You stagger backwards from the sharp blow to your head, chest, and groin and fall onto your ass as your mother gasps
>You can hear Dinky trying to hold back laughter behind you
>"Oh my goodness, sweetie, are you alright!?"
>You're slightly dazed as you scan ahead for what struck you
>Your vision is blurred and you're seeing double, like your eyes are pointing in two different directions
>That happens sometimes when you bump your head
>You shake your head until your eyes straighten back out
>It seems that you were so busy watching your Mom fellate a drinking straw that you failed to notice the signpost right in front of you as you walked
>"Anon? Come on baby, say something!"
"I-I'm fine, I just need to look where I'm going..."
>You haul yourself up to your feet and examine the sign that attacked you
"...Hey Dinky? Is this the bird exhibit you mentioned this morning?"
>She stares up at it, and her eyes widen
>"We don't need to go see the birds if you guys don't want to..."
>You shrug
"I'd kinda like to see them."
>Derpy looks a little confused

>"I thought you wanted to see the birds? That was why we decided to come here today, right? Because the bird exhibit is ending?"
>Dinky bites her lip
>She can't say the real reason she brought it up
>She just wanted to add some sense of urgency, so that she could get you and Mom out today instead of tomorrow or next weekend
>She probably wasn't even thinking about what she was saying at the time
>But now she's stuck facing her greatest nemesis: birds
>She twists the bottom of her shirt nervously
>"Yeah...yeah, I guess so..."
>Mom smiles sympathetically and kneels down to her level
>"It's okay to change your mind, muffin. We can go to the aquarium instead."
>Take the out, Dinky
>"...No, I wanna go."
>You're impressed
>She definitely had a reason to be scared of birds
>When she was five, you had all gone on a trip to Manehatten
>There was a whole flock of pigeons on the sidewalk, and Dinky wanted to feed them
>As soon as she started tearing off a piece of her hotdog bun to throw to them, they all went fucking nuts and jumped her
>You ended up holding and comforting her for the rest of the day, and she slept in your bed that night
>Poor girl...
>Mom hugs Dinky and rubs her back
>"Aww, who's my big, brave girl?"
>Dinky just stares into the distance, looking like she's worried that she made a  huge mistake
>"Alrighty! We'll check out the bird exhibit, then we can go to the aquarium."
>You nod as Mom goes ahead to the bird house, and you deliberately fall behind with Dinky
"You don't need to do this, Dinky. You don't have to prove anything to us."
>She closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath
>"I want to get my Karma out of the way."
>You sigh
"The birds are in cages, Dinky. Nothing is going to happen."
>She halfheartedly shrugs
>"They'll probably poop on me or something. I deserve it for laughing at you and Mom."
>You just shake your head
>Dinky can be a little overdramatic at times

>You both catch up to Mom outside of the bird house
>She looks uncertain as she turns to Dinky
>"Remember sweetie, you don't have to go in there if you don't want to."
>You peek in past her, and are surprised to see that the birds actually aren't in cages
>It's set up like a butterfly sanctuary, except with birds
>What a terrible fucking idea
>Dinky just stares into the exhibit and whimpers
>You gently stroke her hair
"Let's go ahead and just go to the aquarium, okay?"
>She scowls at you in a way that probably seems intimidating or brave in her head
>"I'm not afraid of some dumb old birds! I-I wanna go in there!"
>You exchange worried looks with your mother
"If she wants to go in, that's up to her..."
>Mom smiles down at her
>"Okay muffin. We'll stay close, alright?"
>Dinky nods, and you all head inside
>You don't see any birds at first, as most of them are hidden among the various little trees inside the habitat
>A hummingbird flits past suddenly, causing you to jump slightly in surprise
>Dinky's interest is piqued; nobody hates hummingbirds
"Check it out, Dinky. Cool, right?"
>She walks slightly ahead of you to try and see where it went
>A nearby cockatiel screeches, sending her right back to you
>You give the bird the stink eye as you put an arm around her shoulder
>Mom drags her fingertips across her scalp
>"Don't worry, they aren't going to hurt you."
>Dinky doesn't look convinced
"Even if they wanted to, they'd have to get through me first"
>That seems to calm her down a bit
>There's a guide standing about twenty feet ahead of you, talking about a Toucan, so you lead her along towards them
>"Toucans are actually fairly unique among the birds. They're the only species known to be adapted to smelling out breakfast cereals."
>Wow, this zoo is even worse than you thought
>Actually, does this lady even work here, or did she just get a t shirt at the gift shop and start fucking with people?

>The guide starts to move along to the next exotic bird within line of sight, and you gently tap her on the shoulder and speak quietly
"Hey, when does this exhibit close?"
>She looks a little confused
>"At the same time as the rest of the zoo, sir."
>You shake your head
"No, I mean, is this a temporary exhibit? Is this getting shut down?"
>She silently mouths the word 'oh' as she understands
>"This is a seasonal exhibit, sir. It ends when summer begins."
>You thank her for her help, and she moves ahead to start talking about a blackbird that you're pretty sure just flew in while the door was open
>You turn back to Dinky
"If you were going to lie, why make it about birds?"
>She wraps her arms around herself and mumbles out a response as she glances at the various birds surrounding her
>"I just said the first thing that came to mind..."
>Your Mom spots you lagging behind and enthusiastically waves you over to join the group
>"C'mon guys, this is some pretty interesting stuff! I never knew that bluejays had the ability to blend into their environment like a chameleon!"
"When we get home, I'm going to pull up some David Attenborough videos to hopefully undo the damage done here today."
>Derpy hands the milkshake to you, and you take a swig
>Right as you go to swallow you remember the little show Mom gave you earlier, and nearly cough it up into your sinuses
>You've been wound up ever since this morning, and Mom's not exactly been helpful
>As soon as you get home, you're locking yourself in your room and abusing yourself until you stop thinking about Mom and Milkshakes
>The guide moves on to the next specimen, and you follow
>"Ah, and this is the American Robin! Many of you may recognize this beautiful creature from your own back yards!"
>Stellar selection they've got here
>You feel a hand rest on your ass, and your heart stops
>Is this it?
>Is it happening?
>Has Mom just dropped all pretenses and started feeling you up in public?

>Oh wait, she's standing in front of you
>Then who's hand is-
>Dinky is hiding behind your leg from a Macaw in the tree off to your right
>It seems to have taken an interest in your sister
>It's staring right at her, and is slowly walking out the end of its branch
>You softly pet the top of her head
"It's alright, Dinky."
>Mom is engrossed as the guide details the Robin's tragic backstory, but you manage to get her attention
"I think we should leave."
>She sees the staring contest between the Macaw and Dinky, and nods in agreement
>"Yeah, let's get out of here."
>She takes up Dinky's other side, and you start back towards the entrance
>"Uh, sir? Ma'am? Excuse me?"
>The guide or whoever she is calls out to you
>"You've only just gotten here! There's still so many birds to get to know!"
>You detect a note of offense in her voice
>This probably isn't the first time people have walked out on her
"Oh, we're sorry, it's just...we..."
>As you try to think up some sort of excuse, Dinky practically buries her face in your hip in humiliation
>The guide seems to pick up on what's happening
>"Oh, I see..."
>She kneels down to Dinky's level
>"There's nothing to be afraid of, dear. These birds are very friendly!"
>She stands back up and reaches out to gently scratch the back of the Macaw's neck
>It coos happily and twists its head to get a more favorable angle
>"See? Why don't you come over here and pet him yourself?"
>Dinky watches for a moment, before gripping your pant leg tighter
>"No thanks..."
>The guide pouts exaggeratedly
>"Aw, come on. Please? Harvey here just loves being touched by cute girls like you!"
>Ew
"We appreciate what you're trying to do, but we're going to go."
>A brief flash of indignation plays across her face before she covers it up with a smile
>"I promise he won't bite!"
>She holds her hand out to the bird, who perches on the edge of her fingers
>And then she fucking jabs the bird in your sister's face
>"Here! Just touch him! He loves it!"

>Dinky squeals, and moves to keep you in between the bird and herself
"Hey, cut it out! I said we were leaving!"
>The guide keeps trying to outmaneuver her, which is obviously agitating the bird that she's shoving in the poor girl's face
>Mom moves in from the side and grabs the woman's arm
>"Stop harassing my daughter! I want to talk to your manager!"
>As Mom and the guide get into an argument, she continues to hold the Macaw out towards Dinky
>A small hand shakily reaches out, and softly brushes its fingertips against the bird's wing
>"L-look! I-I'm doing it! Mom! Da-A-Anon! I'm doing it!"
>Mom gasps
>"Oh my goodness! I'm so proud of you muffin!"
>The guide beams smugly
>"See? You just needed to give him a chance!"
>You don't like this
>That bird looks fucking pissed
>The entire enclosure is filled with sounds of angry and scared birds as a result of the scuffle that just took place
>Dinky slowly, carefully withdraws her hand as Harvey glares at her with an icy look of pure hatred, letting out a low, trilling cry all the while
"That's great, now let's get out of here."
>The guide gets mad
>"You're worried about nothing! Harvey's a perfect gentleman!"
>She shoves the bird into Dinky's face again
>With an ear-piercing shriek, it lunges at her and begins violently flapping its wings as it latches on to her shirt
>As soon as the attack begins, the other birds in the enclosure freak out and begin flying around the area while shrieking out alarm calls
>The bitch that started this immediately runs away, leaving you and Mom to deal with this yourselves
>Mom moves over to Dinky's other side to shield her from the panicking birds as you carefully pry the Macaw off of her shirt and push him away
>He immediately goes back in for another round, so you wrap your arms around her to block the bird, and he latches on to you instead
>Thankfully he just wants to scream and slap you with his wings rather than try to bite you

>You slip an arm behind her legs and lift her up
>As you carry her towards the exit, Mom grabs the bird off of your back and fucking hurls it into the distance
>"Go away, you stupid jerk!"
>Thankfully he manages to right himself before he hits the ground and flies off somewhere deeper into the enclosure
"Hey, it isn't the bird's fault! Let's get the fuck out of here!"
>The three of you burst through the door, along with the other customers and a few opportunistic birds
>Mom rushes up to your side
>"Dinky! Are you alright?"
>Dinky doesn't respond
>She's just silently shaking, hugging you tightly with her face buried in your neck
>You stroke her hair and gently shush her
"It's okay...It's okay...Go find a manager, or a supervisor, or whatever. I want that stupid bitch fired."
>Mom looks reluctant to leave Dinky like this, but you assure her that you'll take care of her
>You find yet another bench to sit on and carefully set her down
>As you go to sit next to her, she immediately climbs into your lap and buries her face into your chest
>She sniffs as you run your hand down her back
>"Thank you."
>You smirk
"I wasn't just going to let the birds keep you."
>She doesn't respond
>You run your fingers through her messy hair as you give her some time to calm down
>"Am I really just a sister to you?"
>Your fingers stop
"What?"
>She squeezes you tighter
>"You save me when I'm in trouble, you always help me with my homework, and my school projects, you come to my games whenever I try sports, and you always cheer even though I'm so bad at them..."
>Your arms slowly encircle her as she continues
"Me and Mom do those things because we love you."
>"You came to my parent-teacher conference last year."
>You shrug
"Mom had to do something for work..."
>She pushes her face into your neck again, but this time you feel some moisture
>"I don't care what you or Mom think, and I don't care what sorts of guys Mom bring around. You'll always be my Dad."

>You don't really know what to say
>You're feeling so many conflicting emotions right now
"Dinky? I-is this why you wanted me and Mom to..."
>She doesn't answer
>She just hugs you as tightly as her little arms can manage
>You just hug her right back as your mind replays your significant memories with Dinky
>You had to mature quickly as a kid
>Mom was so young, and your Dad left after less than a year
>He came back just long enough to get her hopes up, but when she became pregnant with Dinky, he just ran off again
>With Mom's unstable employment and schedule at the time, sometimes it felt like you were the one raising Dinky
>Thankfully she got her job at the post office and finally had the time to be a good Mom, but you still tried to help out as much as you could
>Part of you feels happy that she thinks of you like that
>Part of you feels sad that she never got to have a real father, and that she feels the need to substitute you
>...Today's been a really weird day
>Fuck your earlier plans
>When you get home, you're going straight to bed and taking a nap
>You can sort out your relationship with Mom and Dinky after you've had some sleep
>You look up and find Mom watching you both with a small smile on her face
>"...I spoke to that lady's boss. She's in big trouble once they find out where she ran off to."
>You quietly nod, and look back down to Dinky
>She looks like she's about to fall asleep herself
"Let's just call it a day and head home."
>She agrees, and you carefully lift Dinky up and start heading for the exit
>Mom spends more time looking at you and your sister than actually watching where she's going, so you do your best to help her avoid obstacles
>"You were always so good at calming her down. I would always panic and make things worse. Thank you. For everything."
>You turn to her
"Hey, don't worry about-"
>You didn't realize that she was going in to kiss your cheek
>And now that kiss has landed on the side of your mouth

>She looks just as surprised as you
>Neither of you move at first
>She takes in a deep breath, before closing her eyes, turning her head to line her lips up properly with yours, and pressing them in to give you a real kiss
>It feels like lightning is coursing down your spine
>Your heart is pounding so hard that you're pretty sure everyone around you can hear it
>You have no idea what to do
>You've never kissed anyone before
>Unsurely, you part your lips
>When Mom's tongue slips along the small opening, you suddenly break the kiss off
"Ehehe, o-oops!"
>Mom's face is bright red, and she's giggling and trying to hide her smile with her hands
>"Y-yeah, o-oops! H-how embarrassing!"
>You both stand in the middle of the entrance, giggling and laughing like idiots, drawing confused glances from other nearby customers
"W-we should probably get out of everyone's way..."
>"Oh! Yeah, of course! Duh! We're blocking the exit! We should go home. To the car, first. And then drive home."
>You lead the way, and Mom quickly trots alongside you
>She wraps her arms around one of yours, hugging the appendage tightly as she matches your pace
>She's still as red as a tomato, with a big, silly grin on her face
>Dinky is looking up at you from her position in your arms
>She playfully blows you a kiss
>You cough nervously and start looking for the car
>Home
>Bed
>Sleep
>You'll deal with this shit later

>The sun is low in the sky as you get closer to home
>The ride home has been quiet
>Not necessarily due to awkwardness, but more due to comfort
>Mom's been nothing but smiles since the kiss
>You still feel weird about everything going on, but you're glad you went out today
>Dinky has been quiet as well, aside from the artificial keyboard sounds coming from her phone
>She has been texting virtually non-stop ever since she got into the car
>She's planning something
>Not that you care
>You're almost home
>There isn't really anything else that she can do today, so whatever she's up to will have to wait until tomorrow
>Mom glances over to you
>"Well, we're almost home now, guys! What are you going to do for the rest of the evening, Anon?"
>You shrug
"I'm probably gonna go straight to bed. I'm feeling pretty tired."
>That's not really true, but you need some alone time
>Mom nods
>"Yeah, it's been a long day, huh? I'm feeling a little tired too, so I'm probably gonna hit the hay."
>You don't respond
>Will she ask to spend the night with you again?
>Should you turn her down?
>You don't want to turn her down, but what if she tries to masturbate in your bed again?
>With all that's happened today, what if she decides to try her luck?
>...no, she probably wouldn't do that
>But maybe you can use the time alone with her to discuss how you feel
>Not that you even know yourself anymore...
>Mom glances into the rearview mirror at Dinky
>"What about you, muffin? Are you going to play videogames with your online friends?"
>Dinky glances up from her phone
>"Is it okay if I spend the night at my friend Sweetie Belle's house?"
>You freeze
>Oh Dinky, you clever little shit
>Mom looks equally surprised
>"H-huh?"
>"I've been texting with her, and her sister says that it's okay."
>You wonder how many of her friends she had to go through to find one willing to let her shack up on such short notice
>Mom's voice quivers as she answers
>"S-sure! That's great!"

>She doesn't even bother to question Dinky's sudden interest in bonding with others in meatspace
>She's visited friends a few times in the past, but she's never slept over before
>Mom sounds so excited to be alone with you
>You just silently stare out the window as you internally panic
>What the fuck are you going to do now?
>You glance over to your mother as she detours to drop Dinky off
>Your eyes trail up from her long, stocking-clad legs, over her motherly hips and narrow waist, along the inside of her cleavage, and finally up to her pretty face and her quirky, asymmetrical eyes
>She's so beautiful
>You quickly tear your eyes away and look back out the window
>It doesn't very long to arrive at her friend's house
>Mom pulls over on the side of the road and turns to Dinky
>"You guys have fun, alright? I love you, Dinky!"
>She brings her in for a hug and kisses the top of her head before Dinky steps out of the car and heads up the path to the door
>Her gait is a little sluggish; she probably isn't looking forward to a whole night away from her computer
>A girl with purple hair around your age answers the door and invites Dinky inside, before turning to you and waving
>Mom waves back, before putting the car in drive and pulling away
>"So! It, uh, looks like we've got the house to ourselves for the night, huh?"
>You sink down into your seat
>You have no idea what to say
>Mom looks similarly lost for words
"...Uh, yeah. I guess so."
>You swear you can smell marinara sauce coming from somewhere
>Sweat forms along her brow
>"...Anything in particular you want to do...?"
>Oh God
>You straighten back up and try to speak
>Your throat has completely dried up, so you clear it to the best of your ability
"W-we said that we were going to go to bed right? Uh, to sleep, I mean."
>She jumps as she realizes what you had thought she was saying
>"A-ah, I-I meant, like, watch an R-rated movie or something..."

>Silence
>Mom cranks the AC up, to no avail
>It feels hotter than the sun in the car
>Your house isn't very far from Dinky's friend, so the uncomfortable is mercifully short
>Climbing out of the car, you slowly stretch your sore muscles
>Mom just quietly watches, giving you an awkward little smile when you notice her
>You return it, before shuffling towards the house
>You try to open the door for her, only to end up embarrassed when it turns out to be locked
>Mom unlocks it, and pushes it open for you
>"After you, sweetie..."
>You step in, and she follows, shutting the door and leaning against it
>You look around the room and pat your thighs a few times just to cut through the deafening quiet
"Um...Maybe we should..."
>You stare at her
>She stares right back
>You don't even remember what you were about to say, you've lost your nerve for it
"...I'm going to bed..."
>She nods
>"Me too..."
>Her voice sounds strained, like she wants to say something else, but can't
>You drag yourself up the stairs as your mother follows, your heart rate rising with each step
>She stops in front of her door and watches as you continue towards your own room
>You reach out and grab the doorknob
>As you begin to turn in, you can hear soft footsteps behind you
>As the door cracks open, you feel a warmth behind you
>Your mother wraps her arms around your waist and pulls herself against you, burying her face in your neck
>"Sweetie...would you like to sleep in Mommy's bed tonight?"
>Ever since she kissed you, in the back of your mind, you knew how this evening was going to end
>You pull the door closed and swallow nervously
"S-sure."
>She releases your waist, grabs one of your hands with both of hers, and leads you into her room
>She locks the door despite the two of you being alone
>She looks nervous and scared
>You feel terrified
>She takes a step towards you and reaches behind her to grab the dangling end of her sash
>"I normally sleep in my underwear...is that okay with you?"

"Yeah, that's fine."
>She tugs on the sash, pulling the bow undone and allowing the dress to dangle loosely off of her shoulder as she kicks her shoes off
>She grabs the hem of the skirt and pulls up
>Once again you are given a good look at her panties, but she continues to pull the skirt up and over her head as she takes the dress off
>Your eyes follow it upward as you drink in her bare stomach
>A belly button has never looked so lewd before
>Your heart leaps into your throat as the dress is lifted off of her chest
>Boobs
>Breasts
>Mammaries
>She's not wearing a bra
>You knew that one of her shoulders wasn't covered, but you thought that she was wearing a strapless bra or something
>Her breasts were too perfect
>Er, perky
>You meant perky
>They seemed to perky for her not to be wearing something for support
>You weren't an expert on cup sizes or whatever, but you guessed that they were a C
>You realize that you've just been staring at your Mom's tits for God knows how long, so you pull your eyes away
>She's wearing nothing but a pink pair of panties and white stockings
>Her face is red, she's staring off to the side with an embarrassed expression, and her arms are behind her back
>When she notices that you're done looking, you turns back to you
>"S-sweetie, don't you also sleep in your undies?"
>You jump
>She's stripped for you, and now it's your turn
>You yank your feet out of your shoes, completely disregarding the laces
>The shirt comes off with little issue, though you do feel a little self-conscious about your unimpressive physique
>The pants are another story
>Your dick is rock hard, and you are hesitant to let it flop out in front of your Mom, even if it's hidden behind your boxers
>Her eyes are locked firmly to your crotch as you undo the button and zipper
>You begin sliding them down and feel a little relieved that your body is blocking her view for now

>Especially since the shitty fly on your cheap boxers is woefully inadequate for restraining an erection of this magnitude
>After adjusting the fabric as best you can, you stand back up
>You want to cover yourself, but you force yourself
>She let you look, it wouldn't be fair if you didn't reciprocate
>Her eyes widen as she stares at the tent between your legs
>"You're bigger than your father..."
>She squeaks as she catches what she just said
>"S-sorry! I didn't mean to embarrass you, or make this weird, or whatever!"
>It actually made you feel a little proud
>You rub the back of your head as you give in to the temptation and cover your shame with the other hand
"Maybe we should just go to bed now..."
>She gulps and nods, and gestures you toward the bed
>You take the invitation and crawl under the blanket
>After a few moments of hesitation, she clicks the lamp off and joins you
>Anticipation builds as she gets closer
>First you feel the smooth material of her stockings against your legs, followed closely by her hands wrapping around your back
>Finally, you feel them
>Her soft breasts and erect nipples press against your bare chest
>You gasp at the lewd sensation
>As you wrap your arms around her as well, you can feel her trying to use her legs to push your knees down
>You know what she wants
>Reluctantly you straighten your legs out, allowing her to pull her body flush against you, causing your erection to press against her pubic mound
>She sucks in a breath, and adjusts her hips until the head of your dick slips down and falls into the gap between her thighs and her vulva
>The friction caused you to escape through your fly, so now you can feel the warm, smooth skin of her thighs and the material of her panties against the head of your penis
>You shudder and squeeze her tightly
>Your erection is becoming almost painful
>As if your body is straining to push more blood into it despite it being full

>Mom whimpers as she grinds herself against you
>Oh lordy
>You're a virgin who's never been anywhere near this close with another girl
>If she keeps this up, you're going to make a mess
>You pull out of her thighgap, gasping like a fish out of water
"Mom, please..."
>She pulls away from you slightly
>"Sorry baby...I didn't mean...do you not want me to touch you like that?"
>You slowly exhale
"It's just...I'm a little sensitive."
>In the low light of the room, you can make out her biting her lower lip
>"O-okay. S-so, is it okay for me to t-touch you?"
>You nod
"Just...keep in mind that I've never done this before, alright?"
>She doesn't move an inch
>Her voice comes out as a weak whisper
>"You're a virgin?"
>You nod
>"Do you really want to do this stuff for the first time with me?"
>Her voice cracks with emotion
>You pull her back in and hug her tightly
"I have no idea what I want. I'm excited and scared, and all of this is weird. So, I've just thrown my hands up and started following my heart. And my heart led me here, half-naked and in bed with you."
>You can hear her shaky, nervous breaths as she processes your answer
>"I...I want you to promise that if your heart changes its mind, you'll let me know so that we can stop."
"I promise."
>You don't think you'll be using that escape clause, but being offered it makes you feel a little less tense
>A little
>You're still probably about to have sex for the first time
>With your mother
>Being relaxed isn't really possible in this situation
>You're shaken from your thoughts by a hand sliding down the front of your underwear
>Her hand wraps around your shaft and gently squeezes it
"M-mom, remember, first time."
>She giggles, and slides her hand down to fondle your testicles
>Her face closes the distance with yours, and her lips brush across yours
>She took the initiative before, so you lean in and press your lips into hers
>You still have no idea what you're doing

>She moans into your mouth as she parts her lips, and you take the opportunity to get your tongue in there
>Well shit
>Now what?
>Her tongue traces along the side of yours, so you try to mimic that
>You sort of end up wrapping yours around hers pushing it around her mouth
>Her tongue manages to escape your inexpert grappling and slip into your mouth
>Trying to keep it in her mouth at the same time is awkward and you're pretty sure you're crushing hers, so you retreat back into familiar territory
>Despite being on your home turf, she still thoroughly holds the advantage
>You want to try and prove that you aren't some kind of passive fuckboy or whatever, so you try to get back into the game
>Apparently you're doing something right, because she's making noises
>...oh wait, she's laughing
>You disengage from her mouth, and she buries her face in your chest as she desperately tries to get her gigglefit under control
>Your body is burning up in humiliation
>"I-I'm sorry Sweetie, I don't mean anything by it, I swear! It's just...it's cute, you know?"
>You shuffle uncomfortably
"It wasn't really meant to be cute..."
>"Aww...I'm so sorry...we can figure it out together."
>She squeezes you reassuringly
>"But, um, for future reference, you shouldn't just put your tongue in straight away, you know? You gotta play with the lips a little bit first to get the girl excited, you know?"
>Oh Lord
>She seems to catch on to her unintentional innuendo
>"Oh gosh, I didn't...w-well, if you'd like to practice that kind of kissing too..."
>Your breath catches in your throat
>You had been so focused on the mechanical action of mashing lips, that you'd sort of forgotten the situation that you've gotten yourself into here
>You're swiftly reminded as the woman who gave birth to you sticks her hand back into your boxers to massage your semi-flaccid member back to full erection
>She squirms and sucks in a low breath as she works
>"Y-you know, you can touch me too, if you'd like..."

>You decide to take her up on her offer
>And there's one particular part of her body that you've wanted to touch more than anything
>Your hand slides down her back, until your palm engulfs her left asscheek
>She squeals in surprise as you gently squeeze
>It's perfect
>It's initially soft as your fingers sink into it, but you quickly push into the firm layer of toned muscle beneath the surface
>You press your lips against the spot on her neck just below her ear
>Your instinct is to latch on and suck as hard as you can, so you discard that and just give her a few little pecks
>She seems to like it, if the little moans she's making are any indication
>You move your other hand down and begin alternating kneading each cheek
>She gently bites down onto your shoulder and groans
>"Nngh...Do you like my butt?"
>You nod
"Your ass has been creating confusing feelings in my pants for almost a decade."
>She breathes as you end your abuse of her rear
>"Have you felt this way about me for that long?"
"I've found you sexy ever since I hit puberty. I was just so scared of how everyone would think, and how you would think, that I buried those feelings and tried to forget about them."
>She moves back to look lovingly into your eyes, doing her best to try and get both of her eyes to point forward
>"Anon, I would never judge you. You don't have to hide your feelings from me. Not then, not now, not ever."
>You shrug a shoulder
"Well, I mean, I appreciate the sentiment, but we're talking about something pretty serious here. This is technically a sex crime, and if you didn't feel the same way, telling you about this could very well destroy our family."
>She looks down and furrows her brow
>"...Yeah, I guess you're right..."
>You lean in and give her a little peck on the lips
"Hey...let's forget about all of that. That's all in the past. We're together right now, right here in the present."
>She smiles, and leans in to return your kiss

>When your lips part, she slips out of your arms and reaches over to turn the lamp back on
"What are you doing?"
>She looks over her shoulder towards you
>"It was a little dark, and, um....I-I..."
>You rub her shoulder soothingly
"What is it?"
>She swallows, and gasps
>"I...I want to watch it go in..."
"Watch what go-"
>Oh, fuck
>Your eyes go wife with realization, earning a cute little giggle from Mom
>She sits up against the headboard, brings her knees up in front of her body, slips her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, and slowly starts to pull them off
>You watch closely as the little pink piece of fabric goes up her stocking-clad thighs, rolls over her knees, down her calves, and finishes by coming off of her feet
>She keeps her legs closed as she tosses them to you and giggles
>You spread the undergarment out between your hands and examine them
>There's a dark line of dampness along the underside
>You swallow nervously as you let them fall onto the bed
>Mom's eye is locked on, watching as she begins to part her legs
>When her thighs start to come apart, she breaks her gaze and looks away
>Finally, she fully exposes herself to you
>Her vulva are round, and slightly puffy
>A pair of labia jut out from the crevice down the middle, topped with an erect clitoris
>It basically looks like the vaginas you've seen online, except...
>...cleaner? Is that the right word?
>The porn stars in the videos you've watched had so many dicks running through them that everything was just kind of hanging out
>But everything was tightly held together between Mom's thighs
>She clears her throat to catch your attention
>She looks a little embarrassed
>"S-so? What do you think?"
>You reach out, rest your hand over her trimmed pubic mound and gently run your thumb between her lips, causing her to let out a surprised moan
"I've never really seen one up close like this."
>She reaches down to touch the top of your hand
>"Do you like it?"

>You nod as you locate the opening to her vagina
>You press the tip of your thumb inside, and she whimpers
>Her insides are soft, and well lubricated
>She grabs your hand and pulls it away from her
>"Um, if it's okay with you, can we go ahead and, you know, get started?"
>Your insides are all twisted up, and you can feel an intense fluttering in your stomach
"Aren't we supposed to do, like, foreplay or something first?"
>She squeezes your arm and smiles
>"We can go slower if you'd like!"
"What about you?"
>She looks down between your legs one of her hands trails down her belly
>"...I've wanted this for so long...It almost feels like you've been teasing me for years already..."
>She spreads her lips apart with two fingers and slowly rubs her clitoris with another
>"Could you take off your underwear now, please?"
>You're shaking like a leaf as you sit up on your knees and start pulling them down
>Once you get them down halfway, you have to awkwardly flop onto your side to get them the rest of the way off
>Now that your cock is on display, she stares hungrily at it and bites her lip
>"U-unf, Momma's boy has gotten big, hasn't he~?"
>You blush and squirm at her appraisal
>You never really thought that you were that big; you seemed to be rather average
>You were a bit thick for your length
>Maybe that's what she's referring to?
>Mom reaches forward and takes both of your hands and pulls you on top of her
>You hold yourself above her, and she lifts her head up up to kiss you passionately
>This is it
>You're about to do it
>You're on the verge of hyperventilating when she breaks the kiss
>"Are you okay, sweetie?"
>You nod vigorously
"Yeah, I'm just, ahem, a little nervous."
>Understatement of the century
>You look down between your bodies at your dick dangling between her open legs, pointing roughly towards the orifice that's waiting to accept it
>Your mouth is dry, your palms are sweaty
>Knees weak, arms heavy, etc etc
>You look back up into her golden eyes

"Um...do you have a condom?"
>She shuffles beneath you
>"I'm on the pill..."
>Your penis jumps in excitement
"What? You just want me to.. stick it in?"
>She wraps her arms around you once again, as she sweeps a few strands of hair out of your face
>"I started taking them so that I would have a safety net just in case I went to bed with one of the guys I went out with and the condom broke...but, I don't want to feel anything between us."
>Sweet Jesus, this woman wanted to destroy your penis
>Just thinking about what she's saying is making your blood boil
"Ah...uh...I...if that's what you want."
>You look between your bodies again, as your Mother grabs your member and lines it up properly with her entrance
>Just feeling your tip nestled between her labia sends shivers down your spine
>"Take as much time as you need, Sweetie."
>She kisses you on the cheek as you steel your nerves and prepare to dive in
>Sparks ignite across your skin as you press inwards
>Her walls eager move aside for you, holding you closely and coaxing you in deeper with their delicious tightness and luxurious texture
>You feel like you've penetrated miles of her tunnel, but when you stop to catch your breath and check your progress, you can see that you've quite literally just got the tip in
>Her breathing is deep and erratic, and she keeps adjusting her hips to try to get you to slip just a bit further in
>She forces a smile when she sees you looking up at her
>"L-like I said, you can take your time, Anon."
>Inwardly, you curse your lack of experience
>Your palm hasn't prepared you for this sexual gauntlet
>If you try to just jam it in, you're going to blow pretty much immediately
>You really, really don't want to disappoint her
>After giving yourself some time to cool off, you resume your long voyage to your mother's cervix
>Thankfully getting inside was the worst of it, so you are able to make pretty good progress on your second attempt

>You try to take another break, but Mom has other plans
>Her arms tighten around you, causing you to collapse on top of her and driving your dick all the way inside
>She clenches up, causing her vagina to squeeze you tightly, as if she's trying to hold your orgasm in
>That certainly isn't helping much
>She strokes your back as you gasp for air
>"Just relax, and breathe."
>Now that you're totally inside of her, she seems to have calmed down a lot
>Somehow, through sheer force of will, you manage to keep your semen inside of you
>Most of it, anyway
>You can feel something leaking out of you
>The sensations you're feeling are very intense, but they aren't quite a climax
>It takes about a minute before you're ready to move again, and Mom holds you close, whispering gentle encouragement into your ear the whole time
>You slowly lift yourself off of her
>"Are you ready to continue, Sweetheart?"
"Y-yeah..."
>You draw your hips back, pulling your dick partially out of her
>It feels great, but you've adjusted to her somewhat
>After pulling it out about halfway, you push it back in and shudder
>"Mm~Does that feel good?"
>You try to answer, but just end up making a rather pathetic whining noise
>Her half-lidded eyes are locked onto the point where your bodies are connected as you slowly thrust back and forth into her
>Her entire body is flush, her chest rises and falls with her deep, steady breaths, and her nipples are hard enough to cut glass
>You bury yourself inside of her again, and reach up to grab one of her breasts
>It's soft, malleable, and playing with her nipples causes her to make adorable little noises
>You like breasts just fine, but you've always been more of an ass man
>You lock lips with her as you play with it for a few moments
>She likes it, and it gives your penis some sweet relief
>Mom seems to catch on to the fact that you're buying time, so when you finish sucking on her lip, she pushes you back so that she can look into your eyes

>"Anon...you don't need to hold anything back for me. I just want you to feel good."
"Well, I want you to feel good, too."
>You grunt as she starts to move her hips beneath you
>"Just being with you feels plenty good for me."
>Goddamn it
>You grab her by the waist to try and stop her, but she's way too wiggly
>Your resistance convinces her of your conviction, and she brings two fingers down to begin rubbing her clit
>"I'm going to cum Sweetie, don't you worry about that. Just focus on thrusting, alright? That feels really good for me too~"
>You know she means well, but it feels pretty emasculating
>However, any time you stop thrusting, she starts moving her hips
>She's determined to make you cum now
>You dig your fingers into her shapely hips and begin to steadily pound into her
>She moans, she grunts, she pants, she groans, and she tells you how great you're doing
>All the while, her fingers go wild on her button in time with slapping of flesh against flesh
>You've tried to hold off, you've tried to last as long as possible, but you're at the end of your rope
>You feel the familiar crescendo, the tension building in your spine
>In a last ditch effort, you bury it in her and freeze, trying to delay the inevitable
>But it's too late
>You've reached your peak, and your orgasm crashes against you like a tsunami
>You hold your mother tightly as your cock fires off into her
>She flinches slightly as she feels your seed slam against her cervix with exceptional force
>And volume
>You've never cum this much or this hard in your life
>You're almost afraid that your body is going to squeeze a testicle out into her in it's desperate bid to give her absolutely everything
>When it's finally over, you go limp on top of her and hungrily gulp down air
>You start trying to pull out, but she hooks a leg behind to stop you
>"L-leave it in for just a second, I'm almost finished!"

>It takes a moment for your eyes to straighten back out and refocus after such a shock to the system, but when they do, you see that your mother is feverishly aroused
>You can feel her fingers working herself over beneath
>"H-hah, lift up so Mommy can see, please?"
>Your noodly appendages manage to prop your body up enough to allow her to see the danger zone
>Her approaching orgasm is causing trouble for your overly-sensitive post-orgasmic dick, but you endure for her sake
>She writhes underneath you as her pleasure hits, and you suck air through your teeth
>Not only is her movement dragging your penis through her walls, but her orgasm is causing her vagina to tighten and tug on you
>As the harsh simulation becomes too much to bare, you pull out of her and gasp
>She twitches as she rides the aftershocks of her climax, and you crash to the bed next to her and pull her in close
>After catching her breath for a minute, she snuggles into your embrace and hums
>"Hmm...that felt incredible, Sweetie. I love you so much~"
"I love you too..."
>She detects a note of disappointment in your voice, and immediately repositions herself to look into your eyes
>"What's wrong, Anon?...do you regret doing this?"
>You shake your head
"No! Not at all! It's just...you know...you had to take care of yourself at the end there..."
>Her body relaxes with relief, and she presses herself back into your arms
>"No offense, Anon, but you are-oh, I mean, were-"
>She squeezes you tight, and you can hear the happiness in her voice as she says that
>"-a virgin. You sorta need practice to last that long. And besides, you did like ninety-nine percent of the work, anyway!"
>You pat her back and bury your nose into her hair
>"Did you know that your Dad didn't even last until his pants were off the first time we were together?"
>You scrunch your nose in disgust and pull away
"Come on, Mom, I'd rather not hear about that kind of stuff."
>She giggles playfully and pulls herself back against you

>"You did great. Really. A-and besides..."
>She wiggles uncomfortably in your arms
>"T-there's always next time, r-right?"
>Without, hesitation, you answer
"Right."
>She sits up and stares into your eyes
>"So...you do want to do this again?"
>You smirk
"Cat's kind of out of the bag, right? We can't just put this genie back into the bottle."
>She seems unsatisfied with your answer somehow
>She looks down at her hands as she nervously plays with her fingers
>"I don't want this to just be about sex...I love you, Anon. In every possible way. As a Mom...a-and more, if you want..."
>You sit up with her and take her hands in your own
"I don't just want sex either. I can't imagine living my life with any other woman. I love you, with all of my heart."
>She looks overjoyed as she throws her arms around you
>You hold each other for a while
>You can feel a few drops of moisture fall down your back as she's overcome by emotion
>When you pull away from each other, she wipes a few tears from the corners of her eyes
>"Thank you so much, Sweetheart. You have no idea how much this means to me."
"It means just as much to me."
>You grip her hand, and the two of you just lovingly stare into each other's eyes
>After a while, a frown slowly grows on her face
"What's wrong?"
>She shakes her head
>"I-its nothing. I'm worrying about nothing..."
>You rub her upper arm encouragingly
"What is it? Please..."
>She stares down at the mattress
>"It's just...this isn't exactly a normal relationship, you know? We can get away with it in public, but what about our friends and family? Do we keep it a secret from them? Will they accept us?"
>She puts her hands on her cheeks
>"Oh goodness, and Dinky! Are we going to have to lie to her? Are we going to have to run around behind her back? How do we explain-"
>You sigh as she starts to whip herself into a bit of a panic
"Dinky knows."
>She jumps
>"W-what!?"

>You throw a hand up awkwardly
"I, uh, said something to her this morning, and she figured some stuff out...a-and she decided to try and get us together."
>She blinks
>"T-together? You mean like this?
>She gestures towards both of your naked bodies
"Yeah...the trip to the zoo was part of her plan. She said some stuff to me, and I'm sure she said some stuff to you, too."
>You can practically hear the click of gears meshing in her head
>"...you didn't actually take my panties to masturbate with this morning, did you?"
>You laugh and shake your head
"No. But I did do that once when I was fourteen."
>She blushes
>"Oh gosh..."
>You grin
"You realize that the only reason she went to her friends house was so that we could have sex, right?"
>She slaps her cheeks together in shock
>"Oh gosh! B-but why would she do all of that?"
>You suck in a breath and look off into the distance
"She said...that in her mind, I'm her Dad. She didn't want you to try to replace me with a stranger from the internet."
>She recoils slightly
>"N-no, I wasn't...I just felt confused about my feelings, and I didn't want to hurt you, and I thought that if I could find another guy, then maybe...but it wasn't working, a-and-"
>You pull her in and give her another hug
"It's okay, Mom. I understand. I wasn't exactly dealing with my feelings in a healthy way either."
>She looks up at you
>"...so Dinky thinks of you like a Dad?"
>You nod
"Apparently."
>"How does that make you feel?"
"It's cute."
>"Do you feel the same way...?"
>You shrug and scratch the back of your neck
"I...I don't really know. I love her to death, and if someone asked who her father was, I'd sooner say me than her biological father..."
>You slowly exhale
"Today's been a long day. I've already had to sort out my strange and complicated feelings for one of my close relatives. Dinky can wait until the morning."
>She smiles and leans into your chest
>"Well, for the record, I think you've been a great Dad."

>You stroke her shoulder contemplatively
"...Thank you..."
>She slips under your arm and reaches over to grab her phone off the end table
"What are you doing?"
>She flicks through the pages of the settings menu
>"I'm deleting that stupid dating app!"
>She holds her phone up proudly to show the words 'uninstall complete'
>"I don't need it anymore now that I've found the perfect guy~"
>She leans in to give you a kiss
>You flick your tongue across her lips
>You've felt her do it to you a few times, so you feel that it's probably a safe move
>She pulls away with half-lidded eyes, and licks her lips
>"Mmm~By the time I'm through with you, I'm going to make you the world's greatest kisser!"
>You laugh and playfully ruffle her hair as you climb out of bed
>"Where are you going?"
>You shoots glance over your shoulder
"Bathroom! I've really gotta pee!"
>She perks up
>"Oh yeah, me too. You can go first, though."
>As you round the corner towards the bathroom, Mom opens her text messaging app

>You're now Dinky, and you're bored out of your mind
>Sweetie Belle invited her other friends over for a sleepover, and they all have a very strange idea of fun
>As Applebloom's top hat lands on Park Place, you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket
>One new message from Mom
>'I love you so much, muffin!"
>A smile spreads across your face, and you feel a warmth in your chest
>You respond with a simple 'love you too' and return the phone to your pocket
>You focus on the board in front of you, with a bit more energy
>"Well, if you can't afford to pay rent, then you've gotta start mortgaging properties!"
>As they consult the rulebook for probably the tenth time, your smile fades
>This game sucks