Your mother steps quietly towards her bedroom, clean and freshened from her shower. The smell of scented jasmine candles and, rather appropriately for this story, the stench of kinky sweaty sex of past relationships and one night stands, wafted from your mother's bedroom as she approached the slightly ajar door. Opening the door entirely, she - your mother - slowly reveals one perfect and wholly shaven leg around the corner of the door frame seductively, before fully entering the room itself. Your mother raises her arms above her head to show off her curves and lower-back tattoo of that black guy she likes out of the Starsky and Hutch movie, and smiles sultrily as she eyes the two hunk'a'licious blokes laying in her bed sheets.

Well actually on top of them. And they're not blokes. Well, they are, but not the same species, is what the author is trying to say. Believe it or not they're actually two large technicolor horses. Stallions, to be more precise.

"Why hello there, reader's mother," says one of the stallions. He is a big white stallion with a shield cutie mark. He has a large thick and very, very hard horn poking out...from his head. He whips aside his sapphire blue mane with darker shaded streaks in slow motion, his Baywatch levels of sexiness making your mother bit her lip in ecstatic anticipation of the fuckfest that is to cum. (Get it? Come? Cum? Cause they sound the same? Brilliant gag this, innit?). Your mother leaks a little bit of wee-wee juice as the bwig and strwong stallion gives her a cheeky waggle of his eyebrows. We shall call this character...

...Shining Armor. Because it is Shining Armor. Of course if you saw the character tags for this story you'd know that already.

"Hello boys," your mother replies eyeing the two horses up and down, left to right, horizontally and diagonally, obtuse and acute, clockwise and counter-clockwise. She lets her arms fall back down to her sides, and walks very slowly towards the bed, making sure to take her time so as to pad out the pacing of this clopfic and make the fucking reader wait patiently for the sexy shenanigans to happen.

The second stallion, a big beefy red-coated earth pony motherfucker - appropriate term all things considering LOL #smileyface - with a short brilliant orange mane grinned back at your mother and shuffled from his spot on the bed, gesturing for your mother to cum over (Do you think the author likes this joke?) and sit between the two stallions. "Git that darn fine white honky ass o' yers ova' ere'," he says playfully, motioning to your mother over. His deep manly - or is that 'stallionly'? -  voice amps your mother's sexual lust up to eleven, and she licks her lips at the thought of taking a bite out of that delicious looking apple cutie mark he's got on the side of his bum bum. One of his hooves is patting the spot between him and Shining Armor, the other is massaging his raw red rocket furiously.

That's code word for cock, I think. Anyway, we'll call this stallion...

...Donut Steel.

Actually we'll call him Big McIntosh. Because Donut Steel is a crappy porn star name now that I think about it.

Anyway, your mother smiles as she does what she is told like the good little sex toy she is about to become. "Yes, my masters," she says with a sexual moan in her voice. Or it could have been a groan since she's had a bit of a bad back as of lately. Your mother makes a mental note to buy some Volterol cream to soothe that backache in the morning. Also more milk, definitely need to get some of that too.

She takes off her bath robe slowly, giving a cheeky flash of her shoulders, before letting the whole thing slip off her curvy body and drop to the floor. Underneath the robe is revealed a silky black bra and thong with a expertly stitched pattern of silver lacing, that she ordered the other week out of the Victoria's Secret catalog (page thirty-five, item accessory number fifty-four, if you recall correctly).

She does a sexy little pose showing off her slim and finely toned figure off to her stallion playmates before she clambers onto the bed, which causes her to bounce a little due to the mattress being quite springy. Her voluptuous jiggly boobies wibble-wobble a bit from the vibrations, and the sight arouses Shining Armor and Big McIntosh a lot, because their cocks start to lift themselves up and rise semi-erect. Like flaccid soldiers being called to attention.

The stallions watch with very keen eyes as your mother squeezes herself in between them, sandwiching herself like a curvaceous sausage in a tidily groomed hairy bread roll until she is nice and cozy. Their furry coats make her feel very warm, and increase her horny mood stats by plus three points. She puts her arms around the two stallions, resting her hands on their shoulders, and she looks at at both of her lovers who are looking very eager to start the show.

Seriously, they have camcorders, microphones and studio lights set up and everything. What goes off in the bedroom tonight will be going straight on to PoneHub tomorrow. Your mother gave her consent beforehand so she knows about it, don't you worry.

Your mother clears her throat before she speaks. "So," she begins as she strokes Shining Armor and Big Mac's shoulders gently, "which position do you handsome pony boys want to try out first?"

Shining Armor and Big Mac rub their chins as they ponder for a couple of moments. "Well, what choices are there to pick from the menu?" Shining Armor inquires.

Your mother taps her cheek in playful thought. "Well, let's see what tonight's menu actually offers us," she replies. A holographic drop-down menu suddenly appears in front of them, displaying a list of sexual techniques mostly taken from out of the Kama Sutra.

"Whoa," Big Mac whistled as he watched your mother cycle through the different sexual positions and stances. "There's sure a lotta'  different things we can do ta each other." He squints his eyes at one of the images on the screen, and quickly pulls back in surprise. "Is that one even legal?" he wonders aloud.

"Well hurry up and pick something already," Shining Armor grunts in sexual frustration as he crossed his forelegs with a frown. "My dick is starting to go soft, and the reader's probably getting bored of waiting for the fucking fucking to commence."

Your mother rolls her eyes and crosses off the menu, causing it to disappear into nothingness. "Okay okay, no more fooling around. How about we start things off with a simple bit of wanking and work our way up from there, hmm?" she suggests to her sexual play pets.

Both stallions nod their heads in agreement. "Yeah, that works for me," Shining Armor chirps cheerfully as he lifts his weight up and seats himself upright on the bed, sat on his haunches with his massive throbbing horse cock nestled against his stomach. "Okay, reader's mother. Get those fucking fingers around my fucking dick, you fucking slut," the white stallion orders your mother with a 90's male porn actor tone of voice.

"And around mine too, please," Big Mac adds politely as he begins to stroke his member to keep it nice and stiff. Somehow, it starts purring like a cat as he does so.

Your mother sits upright and smiles. "As you wish, my masters," she says.

Your mother reaches out and grabs both stallion's dicks, wrapping her neatly filed fingers around the throbbing fleshy stalks. Her video gaming nerd instincts overtake her as she randomly reflects on how similar the thickness of their dicks are to that of an old arcade joystick, and she begins to fantasize herself playing on a 90's retro arcade machine playing Galaga, jerking the two cocks about like analog controls and shaking them all about to avoid being blown up.

Your mother's constant pulling and waggling of Shining Armor and Big Mac's cocks causes them to moan from the pleasure they're receiving. It feels like heavenly angels are massaging their squirting sausages and the service is free of charge. "Holy fucking shit, reader's mother!" Shining Armor murmurs in the midst of the handjob pleasuring. "Your magic fingers are making my dick happy!"

"Eeyup!" Big Mac says and nods in agreement. "Now ah know how carrots must feel when they're pulled from the ground wit' hands!"

But the best is yet to CUM, for in your mother's weird gaming fantasy she has spotted a large number of enemies CUMMING her way, and thus she begins to jack off the two stallion's dicks even harder, shifting them left and right and up and down as she attempts to evade the inCUMMING ( <---- I'll never get tired of this joke here) enemy space fighters. She shoots back at her opponents by squeezing her thumbs down on the tip of the horse cock controls and rubbing them in circular motions, the loud gasps eliciting from the two stallions drowning out the sound of exploding space fighters that fall to her imaginary barrage of laser fire.

Meanwhile, your mother's forceful pulling and tugging at the stallion's cocks was beginning to drive them bonkers. A tingly sensation was starting to build up in their nut sacks, and working its way up their shaft pipes.

"Reader's mother..." Shining Armor grunts intensely, his face steadily turning a shade of red, "I'm...I'm about...to...!"

Big Mac's face was also turning red, although he was already a red color so it was difficult to tell the difference. But his eyes were closed and he was clenching his teeth together as he felt an intense building in his cock. "Ah'm close ta making cake frosting..." he growls through his pearly whites, beads of sweat slithering down his brow.

But there's a bit of a problem.

As your mother takes down the enemy ships in her delusional fantasy game, she fails to notice both stallions writhing and shaking in frustration, her firm grasp around their penises preventing them from releasing the load they've built up from her playful massaging. Shining Armor and Big Mac groan intensely, pounding their hooves into the bed sheets and biting down on their forelegs as their spunk continues to swell in their junk.

Eventually, Shining Armor manages to break through his euphoria long enough to coherently form words. "Celestia damn it, just let us jizz already!" he begs, before another surge of build up in his cock causes him to spasm and fall over onto his back.

Big Mac shakes his head violently, unable to handle the mass of cum desperately wanting to be ejaculated, yet unable to because your mother's strong grasp is holding it all in. He begins headbanging into the mattress, spouting "Golden Graham's breakfast cereal!" repeatedly as tears pour out from his eyes as he too grovels for release.

But their pleas fall on deaf ears, because your mother isn't listening. She's too focused on blasting away that last enemy space vessel. She makes a hard evasive dodge to the right, avoiding an incoming missile and causing two loud sexual moans to cry out. Another missile is heading towards her, so she jerks her dick controls to the right, again avoiding death and slightly louder pleasured moans to be heard again. She gently tilts the dicks towards herself, aligning her targeting reticule upon her opponent. As soon as she is locked on, she wastes no time, and your mother immediately mashes her thumbs hard on her stallion's cocks.

Orgasmic screams ring in her ears as her missile speeds off towards her target, and it strikes the son of a bitch. She sees an explosion, and she releases her grip on the cocks to fist the air in celebration of her victory and attaining a new High Score (69000 points). At the same time, the acCUMulation of jizz that has been tormenting the two poor pony's, now no longer restrained by her constricting fingers, gushes out from their willies like water from a hose pipe.

With mighty bellowing roars, large quantities of Shining Armor's liquid pride, and Big Mac's apple juices burst forth from their shafts, and since your mother had the ends of their nobs tilted towards herself, she gets hit by the tidal waves of sticky white goodness, splashing all over her face and getting into her hair. She gasps in shock as the warm goo snaps her back into reality and so some of it gets in her mouth and chin, and dribbles down onto her tits and everything.

Whatever globs didn't happen to add on to the white layering covering your mother wound up on the bed sheets, and oh my goodness did it look a mess, I mean it's everywhere. It's a fucking massive white mess, I tell ya. Like, if your mother employed a house cleaner who CAME ever Friday morning and that house cleaner saw all this jizz , the house cleaner would be like, "Fuck this noise, I quit!" and just leave the house entirely, that's how much of a mess the bed looked right now.

When the torrent of white wee-wee finally died down to just droplets dripping from the ends of the their cocks, Shining Armor and Big Mac took a minute to regain their breath, silently thanking Lauren Faust for her divine mercy, before straightening themselves and looking over at your mother.

Your mother sat there, arms out, completely caked in a mass of white. Some of their slimy love mayonnaise drips from her mouth, her cheeks, her hair, practically everywhere. The stallions look at each other and stifle their urges to chuckle at the immature thought of how your mother now looks like a jizzman (which is like a snowman, but consisting of a different white-covered substance).

Half an hour later, after your mother showers off the layers of cock icing, she returns to the bedroom, the bed sheets having kindly been replaced by her stallion lovers. Together, they begin to discuss what sexual act to engage in for the next chapter.

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