>Your son walks out of his room, wearing his sports clothes.
>You wouldn’t normally see the point, but Twilight told you long ago that Anon needs clothes because his skin is way more sensitive than yours.
>"I’m heading out to play hoofball.”
”Whoa! Hold on there sport.”
>”What’s up mom?”
“Don’t you think you’re forgetting something?” you ask holding your cheek out for him.
>Anon groans, “Ah mom! C’mon, I’m fifteen! I don’t need to- would you stop already?!”
>You’re just holding that pose, floating closer and closer to him.
>”FIne!” He pecks you quickly on the cheek and tries to dart for the door, but he’s too slow for you.
>”Argh! Knock it off mom!” he says, trying to escape the noogie you’re giving him.
“That’s for keeping me waiting. Now go have an awesome time out on the field!”
>He pushes off of you, a little rougher than you were expecting.
>”Psh, nopony says ‘awesome’ anymore mom…” he says with frustration.
>And with that he’s out the door.
>He didn’t even say goodbye…
>Maybe it’s silly to expect your bubbly little monkey boy to keep saying, “goodbye, I love you mommy” now that he’s a young man, but it kind of hurts that he didn’t even say goodbye.
>All you got was another clue that you’re behind on the times.
>When did that happen?
>You were the coolest pony alive!
>Than you found Anon and decided to leave the Wonderbolts Reserves to raise your little green alien.
>Time flew by so fast…
>Did it really go past you?
>Are you really undeniably, unquestionably, uncoo-
>NO!
 
>No way.
>You’re Rainbow Dash!
>Maybe you just got a little behind is all.
>Maybe that’s why Nonny won’t even say goodbye to you.
>Yeah! Once you show him that you’re totally cool, he’ll be begging to give you goodbye kissies!
>Just need to see what is cool to Anon.
>And what better place to find out then…
>You push open the door to his room.
>It smells like him.
>That and a bit like peanut butter too.
“Alright champ, let’s see what you’ve got here…”
>HIs room hasn’t changed much since you saw it last.
>Which judging by the mess in here probably means it’s been far too long.
>The same posters are on his wall.
>No new toys or records that you can see.
>Your first edition Daring Do collection on his wall still.
>You may not like his music, but at least you both still have great taste in books.
“C’mon Non, gimmie something to work with here.”
>If you were you.. which you are…
>Okay, new strategy, if you were Anon… where would you keep things you like to talk about.
>Notes? Anon has a ton of friends so he must have notes around here somewhere.
>A thorough searching of his bags reveal… nothing.
>Just a bunch of egghead stuff.
>That and a bunch of doodles about his teacher.
“Haha, Twilight Porkle.”
>You’ll be keeping this for when Anon gets lazy about taking out the trash.
>Wait, there’s some paper poking out of his mattress.
>Of course he’d keep it there…
 
“Thanks Nonny, now I’ll be sure to show you just how cool I am with this… copy of Playcolt magazine?!”
>Oh sweet Celestia this is not what you thought it was going to be!
>The worn magazine lands haphazardly on Anon’s bed.
>The front and back are spread out facing up.
>What the?!
“Wonderbolts Special featuring LIGHTNING DUST!?”
>That cunt made it into the Wonderbolts?!
>Was probably only because you dropped out to raise Anon.
>Your wonderful boy who has been looking at… pictures, of that bitch?
>No. Nononono, this was unacceptable.
>Just like looking at this magazine is unacceptable…
>Right?
>Well it is pretty worn…
>So he must “read” it a lot…
>Maybe you’ll just check in on Lightning, she probably had to do the magazine to stay on as a Wonderbolt or something, no way she looks good now.
>You flip to her section in the magazine, ignoring the slight stains and stickiness of some of the pages before it… and on it.
“Whoa! She… She’s!”
>Psh! Whatever, your barrel would probably look like that if you starved yourself like she probably did.
>And besides, she’s never raised a kid either, you’d look way better than her if you just stayed in the reserves.
>Yeah, they’d be begging you to do a Wonderbolt’s Special.
>And you could totally do better poses than Lightning Dust too.
>Look at that centerfold.
>Anypony could do something like that!
>You just put your forelegs forward and lean all the way back.
>Spread the wings and raise your tail and..
>”MOM!? Wh- What are you doing in my room!?”
 
>You are Anon.
>Mom is posing so her pus-
“AH! Geez mom, get off my bed!” you shout, covering your eyes with your arm.
>She jumps and tumbles off the side of your bed judging by the sound.
>”N-n-Nonny? Wh-what are you doing here?!”
“I…I came to get m- th-that’s not important, get out of m-“
>You see your magazine spread out on your bed.
>It’s open to the centerfold page.
>Was she looking at…
>Why the hell do you care?!
“Wh-where did you find that?!”
>”Calm down Anon, it’s not a big deal” she groans, rubbing the back of her head.
>The heat coming off of your face is coming from a source of rage or embarrassment, but you’re not sure which.
”Yeah, not a big deal. Just my mom finding my porn!”
>If she’s not leaving then you are.
>Blue forearms wrap around your torso from behind as mom starts pulling you back.
>”Hold on there sport, I have mom things to tell you!” she grunts, dragging you back towards your bed.
“Lemme go!”
>”No… just sit… there!” she heaves you backwards onto your bed.
>The back of your head hits your magazine.
>This just makes you jump upright, which has you face to face with an angry glare from your mom’s deep pink eyes.
>She rarely looks at you like that, but that’s the few times when she wants to be serious.
>The scarlet on her muzzle looks as bright as yours feels.
>Her hooves move onto your shoulders and her expression softens.
>”Alright… I didn’t realize I had to have this talk with you so soon, but I guess just like I raised you, you do everything fast” she gives you a nervous giggle.
>You just continue avoiding her eyes.
 
>”Look champ, it’s okay that you have… that” she nods to a spot behind you, “You’re a growing colt, a young stallion now.”
>Does your face feel hotter?
>”Heh, I wonder if I even have to give you this talk, I bet you’ve got mares diving all over you” she slugs your arm, letting you know that serious time is over.
>Your eyes water up a bit.
>”N-nonny?”
“W-well… not… not exactly…”
>”What do you mean champ?” her voice sounds truly concerned.
“I mean that I’ve got friends and stuff… teammates… but whenever I’ve asked… they…”
>Mom pulls your face into her chest and she rubs the back of your head with a hoof.
>”Aww, don’t worry about that Non, I know that you’ll find a girl who really likes you for you. You’re my awesome son after all, nopoony’s going to resist you. Just you see!”
>The coarse fur on her chest feels nice.
>The slight scent of sweat and blueberries she always seems to give off is comforting too.
>”Y’know… I bet I still have Lightning Dusts’ number from my time in the reserves…” she has smugly.
>You push her away while she cackles and hugs herself.
“MOM!”
>No, don’t let her egg you on, she’ll just keep doing it.
“Wh-whatever, no pony says awesome anymore by the way” you mumble.
>Well, pouting isn’t flustered, so maybe she’ll just drop it.
>”Oh, r-right…”
>She looks, a little hurt actually.
>It makes you feel guilty, despite the fact that she probably deserves it.
“Hey uh, mom… maybe nopony says awesome, but talking with you was… that was pretty schway mom.”
>Her ears perk up and she looks up at you.
 
>”R-really?”
>Her tail flicks once.
“Yeah mom, really.”
>”YES!” she shouts, giving a hoof pump, "Oh uh, wait… that’s a good thing right?” she asks sternly.
>You can’t help but let out a chuckle at how behind she is.
“Yes mom, it’s a good thing.”
>She floats back down be eye level with you.
>What is she doi-
>”So Nonny, what kind of girls do you like?” she asks, smug grin plastered on her face.
“Mom! Come on, I thought we were done with this!”
>”We’re done we’re done,” she says holding out her hooves in a “relax” kind of way,  "Just asking a question is all…”
>She’s trying to get a rise out of you again.
“I… I don’t like any 'kind' of girls alright…”
>You swallow hard, this is not a talk you want to have right now. Especially not with her.
>”Oh? I dunno Champ, sure seemed like you really liked that whorse Lightning Dust.”
>Okay, the blood flooding your cheeks has to be taking it all from your brain right?
>You’re just going to pass out or die now or something right?
“Sh-she just has the most pictures is all… I don’t really like her looks that much.”
>The hell?!
>Why are you sa-
>”Oh yeah? Are you sure? Some of those pages look pretty used…”
>Damn it she got you!
 
>You’re so flustered now you can’t think straight.
“Y-Yes I’m sure! I like you much better than Lighting Dust!”
>A silence hangs in the air for a moment.
>Oh fuck.
>You admitted it!
>Mom’s frozen, gaping at you.
>This is your chance!
>Just run, go!
>Be a hobo in Manehattan, you heard it’s the best place to hobo!
>You try getting up only to realize a hoof is bearing down on your shoulder, holding you in place.
>”N-now let’s all chill out there Sport… what do you mean you like me better?”
>Damn you legs!
>Why didn’t you move faster?
>You could’ve been a hobo!
“I…I-I-I didn’t mean… I meant to say…”
>She's just looking at you hesitantly.
>Like a debate is going on in her mind.
>And whatever you say next will make her decision for you.
>She’s probably choosing to kick you out.
>Or call the ponice on you.
>Maybe if you just tell her the truth she’ll just kick you out?
“I… like the way you look better than Lightning Dust…”
>You slowly raise your head back up from its hanging state.
>She’s biting her bottom lip, the conflicting look on her face is still there.
>You just look at her, awaiting your sentence.
>”Wh-what… what do you like about me that’s better?"
 
>You can't even brain right now.
>Mom is looking at you expectantly.
>"W-well?"
>The red on her face could be anger or... something else for all you know.
>Might as well die an honest man.
"Y-your... You have a bigger butt."
>Mom's eyes widen and she glances back to her seated rump.
>She turns back with another smirk on her face.
>"So, you like flanks eh Champ? You should be looking at earth pony girls then, not twiggy pegasii, especially not that stick Lightning."
>You start to protest.
>That she has an amazing butt.
>But your brain is chugging along just enough to stop you.
>So the result is a babble of words.
>Mom giggles.
>Giggles?
>"So, anything else you like Non?" you think she sounds... genuinely curious, but that can't be right can it?
"I like your... color."
>"What like my mane? Yeah I guess it is pretty wild."
"No... I mean... N-nevermind."
>"No, come on, we're already in this far... what did you mean?"
"I meant... your... come on, don't make me say it. I like your 'color'."
>She stares at your clasped hands.
>You part them slightly and her confused face shifts to one of realization.
>"You mean my..." she looks back again, raising her rainbow tail.
>"Wow kiddo, didn't think you were looking."
>You start doubling over, feeling helpless in this situation.
 
>A hoof presses into your forehead.
>Mom raises your head to look at her.
>Her face is scrutinizing yours.
>"How do I know you're not lying to me though."
"Wh-what?"
>She floats onto your bed, facing away from you, tail raised up slightly.
>An earthy smell tickles your nose as she passed.
>"Look at the magazine again... I want you to be sure Anon."
>You look down to your treasured magazine and back up to your mom.
>She's currently looking back at you, "Well? How can I be sure you really like me better."
>You shift on the bed so you're fitting facing your mom and pick up your magazine.
>You flip to the centerfold page and look back up at your mom.
>"Got it? Alright, now you better be honest with me here!"
>She presses her upper body closer to your bed and her supple rump inches closer to you.
>"So? What do you have to say?"
>You don't even need to look at the magazine, you've seen it hundreds of times, nor do you have to look at mom, you've been looking for a few months.
"Yours is still bigger mom... it's really nice."
>"Nice? You think this is nice? Go on and grab a feel Champ."
>You died.
>At some point on your way home you died.
>Chariot hit you.
>Lightning maybe.
>Doesn't matter. You died, because this can't be real.
>Your hand shakily finds it's way onto your mom's cheek.
>She twitches a little, but quickly settles back into your hand.
>"G-go on Non, really grab it..."
 
>You squeeze the warm supple rump pressing into your palm.
>It's really firm.
>"Mmm, you feel that sport? That's all muscle right there! Nothing Lighting Dust would have back there."
"Y-yeah..."
>Your boner aches, throbbing to demand release from its prison.
>"Nnn... come on closer Non" Mom squeaks as you continue rubbing her butt.
>You shuffle closer so you're sitting just before your mom's voluptuous rump.
>She raises it higher so her crotch is in line with your face.
>"Alright kiddo, I... I'm betting you never got a good look at my 'color' so lemme make sure it's not just your imagination."
>Her tail raises higher, so it's up and over her flank.
>Flicking her tail wafts her scent into your face.
>It's a sweaty... no, it's musky, and rich.
>Your member is so full of blood now that it hurts.
>The beautiful pink color of her lips is just before you.
"Mom it's... you have a very beautiful color..."
>Her tail flicks against her flank.
>"Yeah? Well maybe you... you should try getting a closer look? J-just to be sure you know."
>You shuffle a little closer, the back of mom's hooves are touching your crossed shins.
>Her smell is intoxicating, you can't help but breath in her arousal deeply.
>You let out a long exhale, her body twitches a little and you can hear her stifle a moan.
>"Nonny... I want to help you out. Train you y'know? So that no marefriend you get is gonna think you can't be a stallion..." Her breathing is heavy.
>"J-just put your hands up where it was before."
>You happily take handfuls of mom's ass.
>She bucks back against your hands at the sudden contact.
>"Nn! Yeah... just like that... now just use... use your tongue Ch-Champ..."
>Your faces inches closer towards your mom's moist nethers.
 
>The heat coming off of her tickles your face.
>Your tongue extends out of your mouth and makes contact with her glistening marehood.
>You mom tenses at your touch and lets out a breathy moan.
>Her taste is a little bitter, but you love it.
>You keep lapping at the arousal leaking from your mom's beautiful pink lips.
>She lets out squeaks and moans as you do so.
>You can hear a soft squishing sound that matches the small contraction mom's lips give your tongue as keep licking.
>You back away to catch your breath and see her clit winking at you.
>The pink pearl was the source of the squelshing.
>It's mesmerizing to watch her pussy wink, knowing you were the reason.
>"Hah! Non... D-don't leave a mare waiting like this" Mom gasps.
>Your hands pull her rump in separate directions.
>The pink slit parts slightly, her winking makes each side of her quiver in anticipation of your nearing tongue.
>You plunge it deep into her velvety depths.
>Mom's ponut is poking your nose, but the only thing you smell is her heavenly arousal.
>This close approach makes her clit wink right into your chin.
>Peppering it with with lewd wet kisses.
>You pull away and decide to try kissing it back.
>So you lean further down so your lips line up with her rapidly winking pearl.
>The moment it exposes itself you strike.
>"Anon, What's ta-AH! Oh! No-AH!"
>Mom tenses tight, her wings flare out and her head raises putting her back into a deep arch.
>You're so caught up in the sight that a gush of her maregasm splashes against your chin.
>Her moans are loud and guttural.
>You can see her pussy quivering rapidly, as her clit winks in conjunction with her maregasm, more fluids squirt out before reduced to a slight drip.
>She flops onto the sheets, damp with her own arousal, completely spent.
 
>Her breathing is heavy and her rear legs kick weakly as she tried to regain some composure.
>"Hah... That was... g-great Ch-Champ..." she mumbles.
>Her head turns slowly to look back at you.
>"Oh my poor little colt... I can't half ass your training... take off your clothes kiddo... come join mommy" she says, eyes burning with lust.
>You scramble to throw off your clothes.
>It was sports stuff so no butons or zippers to get in your way.
>In an instant you are nude and in the arms of your mother.
>Her moist coat feels both cool and warm as she presses against you.
>"Mmm, my little monkey boy got so big so fast..."
>Mom pushes you onto your back and straddles your chest.
>Her hooves are pressed into your chest as she looks down at you lustily, lovingly.
>She's just breathing slowly as she looks into your eyes.
>You can feel a slight tickle on the tip of your cock.
>There's a smooth brushing against your groin.
>You realize now that she's swishing her tail over your pelvis, just barely coming in contact with your cockhead.
>She leans back slightly and you can feel a pressure on your shaft.
>Mom's hoof snaked it's way back there at some point.
>"Ooooh, my monkey boy got REALLY big!"
>You inhale sharply as she begins stroking you gently.
>"Don't you worry Sport... Mommy's going to take care of everything..."
>She slides back, her arousal leaves a warm glistening trail going from your chest down to your pelvis.
>Your member is encompassed by mom's firm rump.
"Ah!" your hands reach out and latch on to mom's flanks.
>"You like that Nonny? I knew you would... my sweet boy, just relax and let me show you everything you need to know..."
>She rises slightly.
>Her hoof guides your the tip of your dick to her entrance.
 
>You can feel the quivering caused by her winking on you.
>"Just take in everything you can Champ... Otherwise this training is mmf... a waste."
>She lowers herself slowly onto you.
>The heat you can feel enveloping your member is incredible!
>Your hands squeeze her flanks and your hips buck foreword
>"Ah! Non! Just be patient kiddo... you can't rush a mare like that... let her enjoy you."
>You fight every urge to pull your mom down on top of you.
>She lowers herself fully onto your phallus.
>Mom's fur is brushing along your thin pubes and you can feel her clit winking into your pelvis.
>"Hah! S-so... full!" she moans.
>You can feel her velvety soft walls contract around your cock.
>Already trying to milk it for it's seed.
>"Alright... lemme give you another thing to love Nonny" she says between heavy breaths.
>Mom starts rising up off of you.
>You can feel her walls contract in protest, the result's is a very hot, wet, and firm tugging sensation on your manhood.
"Oh! Mom!"
>Your fingers dig into her flanks.
>"Mnn, n-not so rough Sport... some mares don't like that..."
>You can't let go, as much as you try.
>She raises herself so only your head is still in her warmth.
>The air around your shaft feels cold now that her arousal is coating it.
>But she fixes that as her plot goes back down onto you.
>Your hips buck up when her waist presses against yours.
>She squeaks and you can see her wings flare out briefly.
>She raises herself again, all the way out until just the tip of of your cock is barely inside her pink slit.
>You can feel her pussy quiver in desperation around your sensitive tip.
 
>She gives it what it wants though as she slams down on to you.
>A muffled wet slap sound cuts through the thick air.
>Mom leans forward so her forehooves press into your chest.
>She starts moving up and down on your manhood at a rapid pace now.
>She's so hot.
>So tight.
>The feeling is incredible!
>Her pink eyes look so hungry as she stares into yours.
"Ah! Mom! I can't..."
>"It's okay Champ! You did great! Just let go Nonny!" she moans.
>Her eyes shut tight as her head rears up and her wings flare out.
>Her pelvis slams into yours and her arms give out and fall next to your head.
>You can feel her clit winking into your waist rapidly.
>Mom's maregasm racks her body and she's reduced to deep moans again.
>Hot fluid squirts all over your groin.
>Her walls are contracting rapidly along with her clit.
>Desperately trying to milk you of your seed.
>It feels like she's fucking you without even moving.
>You can't resist any longer.
>Your arms go around her barrel and you thrust up one last time as you shoot everything you have into your mom's hot depths.
>"AH! Non!" She moans loudly into your sweaty chest.
>Rope after rope shoots out from your urethra, coating your mom's insides white.
>Completely spent your body gives to the weight on top of it and goes completely limp.
>Both you and mom are reduced to gasps and heavy breaths.
>"Heh... was that schway Nonny?"
>"Mom... you're... you're awesome."
>She nuzzles tiredly into your chest and you sink deeper into your bed letting sleep take your spent form.