A Berry Lunch - Chapter 1

>Your loving violet mother paces about the kitchen,
>frantically pouring and heating and stirring various concoctions in preparation for the party.
>She’s very busy, and you’re eyeing a sack of sugar at the table when she calls out to you,
>spoon in hand whisking a bowl, requesting your assistance.
“Huhhh?”
>”Mommy could use your help, dea – are you all right, hun?”
>The hungry, tired expression on your face makes her worried,
>and she sets down her utensils to trot over to you,
>brushing your thick purple mane as you droop your head onto the table.
>”What’s wrong, honey?”
>You’re so embarrassed. Mommy is working…
“Thirsty…”
>Your voice is little more than a whisper. You know that this is really selfish of you.
>”You want a drink? There’s some milk in the fridge, help yourself.”
>You wince. It’s hard to bring this up.
“No…”
>You nudge into your caring mother, pleading your unspoken request as you rub your fur against hers;
>you raise your eyes to meet her upset gaze, and dart them back down in shame.
>You wait, and it soon dawns what you’ve been wanting this whole time.
>”Oooh. Hm…” she sighs, a weary smile beaming down on you. “Do you really really want to now?”
>You nod vigorously into the crook of her neck, the warmth of her embrace comforting you;
>you’ve always loved being close to Mom… even when you fight,
>reconciliation always ends with a cuddle.
>”Oh, okay. Just… let me heat this up and we can have a few minutes together.”
>She fills a pan with some brown liquid and sets it on a burner, twisting a timer on the counter.
>As she heads in the direction of her bedroom you hop off the chair, your guilt quickly replaced with anticipation;
>you intend to make the most of every second of your special time with Mommy.
>You kick the door shut behind you, giving her a bit of a start.
>”Oh~ you scared me there, honey.” She climbs onto the bed, laying on her back as she eyes you sweetly,
>inviting you into to do your favoritest  thing in the world.
>Wiping off your hooves, you step up at the foot, looking up and down her body;
>you feel a bit… strange, but shake those thoughts away as you home in on her happy place.
>Lying down between her spread-out back legs, you press your head forward,
>her sweet scent making you a bit lightheaded;
>and, as gently as you can, you open your mouth and place it over her pussy,
>running your tongue along her slit as you suckle Mommy’s snatch,
>its soft, inviting folds just wonderful to feel against your tongue.
>”Nngh… keep it up, sweetie…”
>Your tongue starts to get moister as you explore her special spot;
>her sweet, fruity juice is sticky, almost like a syrup,
>and before long you have to gulp it down to keep your chin from getting wet.
>Gosh, this is fun…
>Mom strokes your hair sweetly as you drink from her crotch,
>her breathing becoming heavier and faster and her legs twitching with the movement of your tongue.
>Despite your best efforts, the both of your fur is getting pretty messy; you don’t worry about it.
>Every drop of Mom’s delicious juice that rolls down your throat makes it worth the hassle.
>”H-hey, honey…?”
>You raise your head, a clear string of slime linking your glistening tongue to your parent.
>”Um, c-could you focus on the, uh, little mound at the top there? That part… well…”
>You blink, and gaze down at your sopping meal; a tiny pink nub rests at the top,
>poking out from under a small bit of flesh.
>You rub your nose against it –
>”Ah~ right there, right there… please, this makes Mommy *really* –
>You wrap your tongue around the curious bud, and your Mom lets out a high-pitched cry;
“Are you okay?”
>”No, no, yes, keep going, that’s it, baby…”
>Sure thing, you guess. You focus on this strange spot in between sucking out mouthfuls of her juice;
>every time your tongue flicks across it her hips buck a little higher,
>and her entire body is quaking before long. Does this really make her feel this good…?
>You don’t know; the constant flow of sweet, warm flavor against your tongue is occupying your full attention.
>The sticky, fleshy sounds of mother against son resonate through the bedroom;
>a dark purple stain is slowly spreading onto the sheets,
>but it barely registers to you at the sight of your mother,
>writhing in total pleasure as you slide your tongue across her nethers.
>”A-anon… please, lick my clit… don’t stop…”
>Her what?
>She pulls your head up to the little nubby spot. So that’s what it’s called.
>You flick against it like a lollipop, over and over, strangely compelled to keep going;
>your mother is moaning and quivering uncontrollably as she grips your mane,
>and before long, your ceaseless tongue-lapping sends her into a joyous, ecstatic squeal;
>hips bucking into your mouth as pulses of hot, tasty wetness fill your gullet,
>before she falls to the bed, more exhausted than you've ever seen her.
>Eager to relax after that tiring experience, you worm up to her side, wrapping a hoof around –
>*BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*
>”AAAH! The tea!”
>She flails about for a moment before stumbling off the bed, galloping uneasily in the direction of the kitchen.
>You hope you didn’t take too long, you wonder,
>but it’s a transient thought against the fullness settling in your belly and the taste clinging to your tongue.
>You really love your Mom.
Fin.