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Cookies and Milf

Oct 2nd, 2014
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  1. >The door to the cloudtop home opened somewhat slowly
  2. >Rainbow Blitz then slowly drug himself in
  3. >he drew a breath then spoke up "Hey mom, I'm home"
  4. >the young stallion was utterly exhausted
  5. >every muscle in his body screamed with soreness
  6. >He had done a full day of flying, constantly pushing himself all day
  7. >...and an impromptu game of hoofball with the guys
  8. >it would have worn any pony out
  9. >and Blitz was thoroughly worn out
  10. >he started slowly meandering through his home
  11. >there was a nice, soft bed calling him
  12. >he yearned for it's embrace
  13. >"Need... nap..."
  14. >as he closed in on his room, something hit his nose
  15. >The warm, sweet smell of baked goods hit his snout
  16. >the pegasus' eyes lit up as his mind registered this familiar sensation
  17. >"Nap, you can wait" Blitz thought
  18. >"Mom's baking something!"
  19. >he had caught his second wind
  20. >"...and if mom's baking something, that means something specials going on!"
  21. >the pegasus immediately changed course
  22. >New destination: Kitchen
  23. >lazily drifting through his home he could barely contain himself
  24. >a huge grin started to grow on his face
  25. >he loved when his mom baked
  26. >as far as he was concerned, mom was the best baker in Cloudsdale
  27. >following his nose, he basked in the nostalgic smell
  28. >he could already taste it
  29. >...whatever she was making
  30. >Cupcakes? Pie? Crème Brûlée?
  31. >definitely chocolate, though
  32. >as the pegasus tried to pinpoint the smell, it almost felt like a thought poked his brain
  33. >his brow furrowed slightly
  34. >"but what's special about today?"
  35. >he began to mentally check off events
  36. >It's not a holiday... I think...
  37. >hmm...
  38. >it's not anypony's birthday
  39. >...i think
  40. >nah
  41. > Bubble Berry would have let him know...
  42. >"what could this be for?" He mumbled
  43. >Destination reached: Kitchen
  44. >the stallion slowly drifted into the kitchen
  45. >"Hey mom"
  46. >he scanned the room, looking for his mother
  47. >"Whatcha bakin..."
  48. >Blitz voice trailed off
  49. > his eyes focused on the perfectly round, well toned booty that was swaying back and forth in front of the oven
  50. >the tail swishing back and forth ever so slowly
  51. >the mare glanced over her shoulder slightly
  52. >she watched him stare for a second, his eyes following her rear's movements
  53. >back and forth, back and forth...
  54. >then she returned her attention back to her baking
  55. "Oh, hi blitzie"
  56. >it took the stallion a few seconds to break his trance from her swaying and answer his mother
  57. >a light blush forming on his face
  58. >"H-hey" was all he could muster
  59. >That didn't happen
  60. >the stallion had forced a neutral expression on his face
  61. >no
  62. >You weren't just...
  63. >c-checking her out
  64. >she was just turned around is all
  65. >shaking her hips...
  66. >No
  67. "How was your day?"
  68. >"Fine- good. It was good."
  69. "That's good..."
  70. >the stallion shifted his eyes about the room, focusing on anything but his mother
  71. >...so how was your day?"
  72. "Oh..."
  73. >the mare turned towards her son with a slight smirk
  74. "It's been soooo boring!"
  75. >she said as she swayed her hips to one side
  76. >out of the corner of her eye, she could have swore that his eyes followed her
  77. >specifically... her rear end
  78. >the mare smirked at the thought
  79. "I cleaned, I went flying, I napped, I washed, I-"
  80. >she could omit a certain 'activity' that young stallions didn't need to know about...
  81. "- relaxed... and now I'm baking."
  82. >Blitz sat in silence as he watched his mother
  83. "But anyway..."
  84. >she slid another pan of raw cookies into the oven
  85. "Do you want some?"
  86. >"I- ...what?"
  87. >she motioned to the plate of freshly baked cookies
  88. "Do you want some cookies, dear?"
  89. >the young stallion started to blush
  90. >"Y-yeah, sure"
  91. >the mare was trotting to the table, swaying her hips while she carried the plate with her mouth
  92. "Woull you likf some milf?"
  93. >she questioned with her mouth full
  94. >Blitz turned a shade more red
  95. >"Huh?"
  96. >she sat the plate on the table
  97. "Milk, honey. Would you like some milk too?"
  98. >"oh. Yes, please..."
  99. "Are you alright, dear?"
  100. >without meeting her eyes, the pegasus answered her
  101. >"Yeah, I'm okay. Why?"
  102. >the motherly mare looked at her son and then opened the fridge
  103. "Oh, no reason..."
  104. >she knew exactly the reason, she thought as she smiled
  105. >he had been checking her out
  106. >and if her own son couldn't resist peeking at her, then there wasn't a stallion around that could resist her
  107. >she smiled and placed the glass between Blitz and the plate of warm cookies
  108. >he was focused on the plate as she took her seat across from him
  109. >she rested her chin on a hoof as she stared at her son
  110. "Go ahead, dear"
  111. >almost immediately, the stallion had a mouth full of cookies
  112. >she giggled
  113. >that ravenous stallion
  114. >barely any self-control...
  115. >she felt a tiny bit of pity for whatever mare he would get with eventually
  116. >"So mom..."
  117. >Blitz spoke up with crumbs on his snout
  118. >"What are all these cookies for?"
  119. "hmm... I just felt like baking"
  120. >"okay"
  121. >he stuck another delicious cookie in his mouth
  122. >"But you usually only bake for, like, birthdays and stuff. Or just special days in general"
  123. "Well, today is special"
  124. >"Hm?"
  125. "I'm here with my lovely little colt, enjoying his company"
  126. >her son lowered his head slightly and looked at her
  127. >"aw mom..."
  128. "I'm sorry. My lovely little stallion..."
  129. >she continued looking at Blitz
  130. "So... what did you do today?"
  131. >Blitz jumped at the opportunity to talk about what he did that day
  132. >hopefully it would clear his mind of some of the... thoughts... he was having recently
  133. >his mom smiled and watched him as he went on and on about all the flying he did, and playing with his little friends
  134. >she also chewed on her bottom lip as she watched his wings flap with excitement and his strong front legs moving about to emphasize his words
  135. >"...and so AJ had the ball, and then Thunderlane tackled him straight into a mud puddle!"
  136. "Oh my! Were they okay?"
  137. >"Yeah, they had a few choice words for each other, then they wrestled in the mud for a bit"
  138. >the thought of two stallions wrestling about was enough to make the mare's wings start to raise from her back
  139. >"And I did get bucked while trying to break them up-"
  140. *GASP*
  141. >in a split second, the mare was over the table and holding her son in her hooves while sitting on his lap
  142. "Are you ok, honey? Where did they hit you! Is anything bruised?"
  143. >she was running her hoof up and down the poor stallion's chest, feeling his lean but firm muscles beneath his soft fur
  144. >"mom... MOM!"
  145. >the mare hugged him tight and looked into his eyes
  146. >"I'm alright! but you are squeezing me..."
  147. >she loosened her grip a bit
  148. "You know I don't want you getting hurt"
  149. >"I know... But if AJ had bucked me i'd still be out"
  150. >she nuzzled her son's face with hers
  151. >"Mom?"
  152. "Hm?"
  153. >Blitz's face had turned red again as he quietly spoke up
  154. >"...could you get off my lap?"
  155. >the mare smiled as she obliged to his request
  156. >but not before giving a little wiggle of her hips
  157. >she landed back in her seat and looked to Blitz
  158. >his face was very red and he was studying his hooves intently
  159. >"Mom, I think i'm gonna go ahead and go to bed..."
  160. "Okay, but what about the rest of the cookies?"
  161. >"Well, we can save them for tomorrow"
  162. "Nuh huh, I'm gonna eat 'em"
  163. >the stallion looked to her with a sheepish grin
  164. >she smiled her warm smile back to him
  165. "Nah, I can't do that. It'd all go straight to my hips..."
  166. >Blitz's wings started to unfurl from his body as his face seemed to glow red
  167. >"o-okay, goodnight mom..."
  168. "Goodnight, Blitzie"
  169. >she watched him leave the table and head down the hall, taking note of his expressions and posture
  170. >the small details that only pegasi were keen to in other pegasi
  171. >how his wings were slightly unfurled and elevated told her all she needed to know
  172. >there was a war going on inside her poor little pegasus
  173. >a war of emotions and hormones
  174. >she giggled quietly to herself
  175. >the hormones were winning
  176. >and she had caused it
  177.  
  178. >after finishing baking, putting things away and cleaning up she yawned, ready to call it a night too
  179. >she headed to her bedroom, ready to park her plump rump in her soft bed
  180. >maybe she should "relax" a little bit more before bed
  181. >as she pondered if she should or shouldn't, she passed Blitz's room
  182. >his door halfway open
  183. >curiosity got the better of her as she peeked in
  184. >he was lying face down on his bed, his head buried in one of his pillows and his wings sticking straight up
  185. >she quietly coasted to his bedside and whispered to him
  186. "Blitzie, you awake?"
  187. >...
  188. >"mmmMmmm..."
  189. >she sat her rear on the bed next to her son
  190. "I'm sorry, Blitzie"
  191. >"mmmMmm?"
  192. >she threw one of her front legs across his back as she laid next to him, lightly hugging him
  193. "I know you're a big strong stallion, and can't nopony hurt you."
  194. >"mommm..."
  195. "I love you, Rainbow Blitz. And I would do anything for you"
  196. >...
  197. >"...love you too..."
  198. >he mumbled into his pillow
  199. >she kissed him on the top of his head and got up to leave his room
  200. >before leaving, she threw his cover back over him and tucked him in
  201. >she left his room and headed to her own
  202. >she was going to relax before bed
  203. >
  204. >Blitz laid there, staring into his pillow
  205. >he was screaming at himself in his mind
  206. >he had watched her swaying hips again as she left
  207. >but worse...
  208. >she had almost walked in on him pleasuring himself
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