Visit From Mama Aero [PiE]

>Aero wakes up and yawns loudly.
>She checks the clock.
>It’s 9 am.
>Way too early to wake up.
>Unfortunately, there’s stuff going on today that requires her to wake up before 11:30.
>Lazily rolling over and throwing herself off the bed is the only way Aero can force herself up this early.
>But now she’s tired and lazy on the floor.
 >”Hello floor.  Make me a sandwich,” she murmurs.
>Finally pulling herself off the floor after napping for another hour, she works her way into the living room.
>Tiredly rubbing her eye, she walks up to the couch and stares at you.
>Nudge nudge
>”Anon.”
>Your eyes slowly wakes and you smack you lips.
“Huh?  What?” you ask the voice.
>”Anon.  You fell asleep while jerking off again,” Aero said to you.
>With your eyesight focusing in and your brain fully coming online, you realize that, yes, you did fall asleep while jerking off.
>Your fly was undone, your flaccid dick was flopped out onto your stomach with your hand still attached, and your phone was face down on your chest.
>Or at least was until Aero snatched it and booted it up.

>”Hm…  I like fluffy white tail and nice butt, but you do know that shark girls are superior to foxes, right?” Aero asked.
>You swipe the phone from her.
“You only say that because plane porn is literally re-skinned shark girl porn.”
>”And?” Aero defended.
>Solid defense; no comeback.
>”Put your dick away.  I’m expecting company,” she finished as she walked away.
“Company?  Who?” you inquire.
>”My mom!” Aero hollered from the kitchen.
“Awesome.  I’ve been meaning to get some PMILF tail lately,” you reply.
>”My mom isn’t into losers,” said Aero.
“She’s been a single mom forever.  We’ll see about that when I put the moves on her,” you say on your way to the bathroom.
>”You keep telling yourself that!”
“I’ma be your new dad by the end of the week!” you tell her before you shut the door.
>You flip on the shower and hop in.
“Aero’s mom!  Has got it goin’ on!” you loudly and obnoxiously sing.  “She’s all I want and I’ve waited for so long!”
>Aero dropped the dishes and went to the bathroom.
“Aero, can't you see you're just not the girl for me!”
>The door opens.
“I know it might be wrong, but I'm in love with Aero's mo-”
>Toilet flush.
“AH BITCH!”
>You fight the curtain to escape the searing a shower before falling out onto the floor.
>Looking up, you see Aero with her hoof still on the flush lever.
>”Hurry up and towel off.  She just knocked on the door.”
>Aero closes the door as she walked out with her hairbrush and a scrunchie.
“Fuckin’ A!  You steamed my ‘nads, dude!” you shout after her.

>Taking several minutes to towel off, you wrap the towel around your waist and go to your room.
>The bathroom and bedroom doors make enough noise that the ponies in the living room take notice.
>”Is that Anonymous?” calls Aero’s mom.
“Yeah, but I’m naked.  I’ll be out in a minute,” you announce before closing your bedroom door.
>”He’s going through a phase,” Aero whispered to her mom.
>”Oh my,” she replied.
>Fully dressed and acceptable now, you walk out in the living room to meet your guest.
>Sitting next to Aero is a mare that looks like an older version of her daughter.
>But that’s to be expected.
“Mom!” you greet as you scoop Aero’s mom up in a bear hug.
>”Oof!  My, Anon, you’ve gotten big!” she said.
“I’ve been eating my Wheaties,” you say as you put mom down.  “Your daughter’s been stuffing her face with Fruity Pebbles like the fatty she is.”
>”I’ll have you know that I am a healthy weight for an earth pony,” your roommate defends.
>”It’s okay, sweetie.  Some colts like a big tushy,” assured mom.
>You burst into laughter as Aero’s face turned a light shade of red.

“So mom, what brings you here?” you ask.
>”I just wanted to spend time with my daughter and see how you kids were holding up,” she answered.
“We’re alright.  How come you don’t come around more often?”
>”Oh, just busy, you know?” said mom.
“Sure.”
>”Got any plans or are you just hanging out?” asked Aero.
>”I was thinking we could go for a walk through the park and I can make you two some supper before I leave,” mom suggested.
>”I could use some free dinner,” said Aero.
“It’d be nice to get out of the house for a little while.  Did you want to head out now or sit around and relax for a bit?”
>”I could go now.  I’m not that old yet,” said the older mare.
>”Ooold ladyyy” joked her daughter.
>Mom gave her an unamused glance before you whacked Aero upside the head.
>”Ow, dick!” cursed Aero.
>You whack her again.
“Watch your mouth, little girl,” you tell her.
>”Mom!  He keeps hitting me!” cried Aero.
>”Thank you, Anonymous,” mom said with a smile.

>Now walking down the sidewalk, the three of you spend the time with idle chatter and catching up with mom.
“And then she dove out of the balloon with a parachute!” you reminisce to mom.
>”Oh my!  That sounds dangerous!” she exclaims.
>”Yeah,” said Aero.  “But it was awesome.”
>”How do you even afford to do these things?” asked mom.
“She gets pony checks,” you answer.
>”What?  Still?” asked mom.  “You mean you haven’t found a job yet?”
>”Pfft, no.  Why would I do that when I get free money?” asked her daughter.
>”To teach you some responsibility, missy,” answered mom.  “And an appreciation for what you have.”
>Aero shrugged.
>”Nah.”
“Solid argument,” you sarcastically reply.  “But in all honesty, I’d totally bum around all day if I could.  You got it easy.”
>”You should.  It’s awesome,” said Aero.
“I can’t.  My mom would whoop the hell out of me.”
>”That’s because your mother’s a good lady who wants you to be your best,” said mom.
>”That’s right,” piped up Aero.  “Which is why you should continue to take care of me.”
“You’re just lucky you’re hilarious otherwise I’d probably kick your fat lazy ass to the curb.”
>Aero pouted.
>”My ass ain’t fat!”
>Then she stopped to jiggle it.
>”Alright, yeah, it’s getting pretty fat,” she admitted.
>”You should try some squats or pilates,” suggested mom.  “They do wonders for your booty and will get you looking sexy.”

>Both you and Aero stared at mom due to that completely unexpected statement.
>”Mom!” shouted a red-faced Aero.
>”What?  You’re not gonna impress Anonymous with that flabby butt.”
“Mom!” you shout.
>”Oh please.  If you two haven’t done it yet after your mother and I have been trying for years to set you two up, then you never will.”
>”You what!” shouted Aero.
“My mom was in on this?”
>”Sweetie, it wasn’t exactly a secret,” mom said very matter-of-factly.  “Which leads me to ask.  Have you two done it yet?”
“No!” both you and Aero answer.
>Mom laughed.
>”Alright, alright.  Calm down, children,” she said.  “Why don’t we stop to get some lunch?”
>Anything to take your mind off this sweet older pony mom suddenly revealing her master plan.

>A lunch wagon was sitting on the outside of the city park.
>The three of you saunter over and decide to order.
>Aero got an order of fries.
>Mom wasn’t hungry, but she opted to just pick off her daughter’s food.
>You order a chili dog.
>As the guy is preparing it, the truck suddenly lurches forward and stops again.
>”What was that?” asked the guy with your chili dog in hand.
>The truck lurches again and starts rolling forward down a slight hill.
>Apparently it just rolled over the two-by-four he was using as a stop block.
>The vendor panics and drops your chili dog out the window as he races for the cab.
“Sweet, free hotdog.”
>You reach down, pick it up, and take a bite.
>”Ew!” exclaim Aero and mom.
“What? Five second rule.”
>”Anon you need to brush your teeth when we get back,” said mom.
“Aye aye, ma’am,” you reply with a little salute as you take another bite.

>At the park, yourself and Aero goof around on the merry-go-round and swings for about half an hour while mom watches.
>Grown man and mare acting like children.
>At one point you were spinning the ride so fast that kids and Aero were about to start flying off.
>The swings had you pushing Aero as high as you could and her jumping off into the sandbox.
>Mom got mad and called you two nuts for doing such dangerous stuff.
>Aero made note that you should come back here for more testing.

>The walk home was mostly spent listening to mom tell embarrassing stories about Aero as a filly.
>”And this one time I came home and saw her wearing my shoes, my dress, some ear rings, and makeup all over her face,” reminisced mom.  “She looked so pretty!  My little princess.  I wish I had a camera.”
“Sounds adorable,” you say to mask your taunting from mom.
>You didn’t openly laugh, but you were wearing a huge shit-eating grin and pointing at Aero over the top of mom where she couldn’t see.
>Aero moved her ponytail over her eyes to hide her shame.
>It didn’t work.
>”Oh!  And another time I opened her dresser drawer and find this picture of you in her diary,” started mom.
>”AHAHAHA THAT’S HILARIOUS, MOM!” interupted Aero.  “But Anon doesn’t wanna hear about that!”
“Actually that’s the thing I would most love to hear about,” you correct.  “Please continue.”
>Aero jumped up and wrapped a leg around your mouth.
“HAHAHA!  That’s a good joke Anon!” she shouted.
>Then she leaned in close and whispered harshly into your ears.
>”You shut the hell up.”
“Hell will freeze over before that happens,” you whisper back.
>Well unfortunately you didn’t get the hear the dirty little secret.
>Aero and you started silently fist fighting behind mom as she walked and talked.

>Mom either ignored the bruises or just plain didn’t notice, because when you got home she just went straight into the kitchen to prepare supper.
>You plopped yourself down on the recliner and Aero splayed herself out on the couch.
“I think you bruised my rib,” you moan.
>”I told you not to push it,” said Aero.
“You know I’m just gonna call your mom and ask her now.  Or dig through your diary.”
>”Why?”
“It’ll be hilarious.”
>”Please don’t.”
“Alright.”
>Magic word.
>The two of you chill out and watch cartoons with mom poking her head in from time to time.
>”You two behaving?” she’d ask.
“Yes mom,” you’d both answer.
>In actuality, Aero had moved to the side of the couch closest to your chair and you were playing a game of Punchies.

>Supper was veggie soup but mom chopped up some chicken and served it in your bowl.
”Thanks mom.”
>”Thanks mom.”
>”You’re welcome, kids,” mom replied.
>Normally the two of you would be eating on the couch, but you mind you table manners tonight.
>Despite the both of you being in your twenties, you always turn into kids again when Mama Aero comes around.
>Dinner is relatively quiet.
>No talking with your mouth full.
>And when mom cooks, the kids wash.
>You scrub and Aero stacks.

>Come time to say goodbye, you give mom a huge bear hug.
“Bye mom!”
>”Bye mom!”
>”Bye kids!  Stay safe, okay?”
>“You got it!” called Aero.
“You’d think we should be the ones telling her that,” you say to your roommate.
>”Nah.  If she gets mugged, she’ll probably just buy the guy new clothes and a meal.  Nothing to worry about.”
“Meh. If you say so.”
>The two of you sit and watch mom walk away.
>When she rounds the corner, you place your foot on Aero’s shoulder and shove her into the nearest lamp; breaking it in half and shattering the bulb.
“That’s for flushing the toilet when I was in the shower,” you remind her.
>Aero jumps to her feet and lunges at you.
>So ensues another round of wrestling and destroying the living room.