A Mother's Touch (Futaluv x Melevolence)

The air was humid inside the simple ranch styled house. A toasty 95 degrees outside. Every window was open and even a boxfan going in the kitchen to help cool the busty equine as she scrubbed the kitchen floors. It was summer time and she'd procrastinated the whole 'spring cleaning' this year. Now she was paying the price by sweating buckets despite wearing a pair of jean shorts and pink tank top, messy white apron covering her front as she worked. Yellow rubber gloves up to her elbows as she scrubbed away at the tiles to remove a winters worth of dirt and grime.

Emma peered at the clock, forearm running across her forehead to wipe away the sweat. Her daughter would be home any time now. She'd lost track of the time. Tossing the sponge into the bucket beside her, the mature woman stood up. Rubber gloves making a loud snapping noise when they were pulled off her hands and joined the sponge in the bucket, landing on the rim.

She didn't even have dinner started yet! Quickly washing her hands, the cold water feeling heavenly, then dabbing them dry on the cloth hanging from the counter, Emma strode to the fridge to get what she needed. She whipped up a cream of mushroom noodle casserole then tossed it into the oven.

Finally removing her apron and grabbing the box fan, she unplugged it so she could bring it with her into the living room. Hooking it up and setting it in the corner of the room aimed her way, she flopped on the sofa to wait for her daughter to get home.

Closing her eyes, a small smile spread to her lips. The house smelt like Pine Sol and soon the food would mingle. It hadn't been easy being a single mom but things had come together. That wasn't to say it had BECOME easy. Her child was still a bit of a handful. Mostly because of a special...quirk...she possessed. Something she'd been trying to help her deal with though as she got older it became a little harder to keep it under control. She feared she might have to take drastic measures.

It was the month of May, and Jessie was 18 and would be graduating high school in a couple weeks. It was an exciting time in her life, one of boundless opportunities and hopes for the future. She was a normal young woman, with just one exception. She had a massive cock instead of her lady parts. It was huge, as she was an equine, and it put most of the boys in her school to shame. Not that she minded, it made her very popular with some of the girls who were size queens and didn't mind that their big cock fix was attached to what was otherwise a perfectly normal female. She hopped up the couple steps to the porch of her home and entered, looking around and seeing her mom laying on the couch. She sniffed the air, a harsh, chemical smell hit her nostrils. Her mother had been cleaning. "Hey mom, need any help with anything?" Jessie asks with a smile. She knew first hand just how hard it was sometimes for her mom to work and take care of her at the same time, and Jessie was always grateful for the effort, so ever since she was little she always tried to make sure to help out whenever she could, even getting a part time job a couple years ago so she could make her own spending cash.

Emma's eyes opened quickly when she heard the doorknob turning. Rubbing her eyes and sitting up a bit, Emma had dozed off! The beautiful purple furred young mare came trotting through the door, causing Emma to smile a bit. "Welcome home, love." She slowly stood, feeling a jolt of tightness in her lower back from having been on her hands and knees all day. Walking to Jesse, she wrapped her arms around her to give her a welcoming hug. "No, no I'm down with the cleaning for today and dinner is already started. Why don't you go ahead and get changed. Dinner should be ready soon." Without much of a thought, Emma gave Jessie's shapely bottom a smack. A gesture she'd given ever since Jesse was just a toddler though she always forgot what kind of effects it might have on her child now that she was older and her hormones were in full swing.

Jessie loved her mom very much, but it wasn't strictly a platonic love. Jessie would like nothing more than to fuck her mom, make her feel happy like she hadn't since her shitty dad left when she was only three. She feels her mother's big, full breasts press against her, causing her cock to stir, then she felt the playful smack on her ass, which made her arousal more pronounced. Jessie and her mom were very open about sex, to the point of light, playful teasing. Jessie grinned, uping the ante and giving her mom's bug breasts a squeeze. "Alright, will do." She says, walking with a little more sway in her hips. She went to her room, and grabbed her tiny shorts that showed off her bulge. She only ever wore it when she had the aforementioned size queens coming over for one of their "sleepovers."

The older mare swatted at her daughters hands when they tried to grope her breasts, giving her a playful but disapproving smile. That girl was always up to something. Jessie had made it clear she was quite active sexually. It made her worried even though Jessie assured her she was being safe about it. Most parents had to worry their daughter might come home pregnant...in her case she had to worry about her daughter coming home a father.

Watching her go upstairs, Emma shook her head a little and smiled slightly. Maybe it was time she did something special. To minimize the risk. Part of her felt weird thinking about it but the neglected side of her was willing to overlook it. They had a close relationship as it was. This would be fine...right? She went to busy herself to get her mind off it for now. She set the table, pulling their dinner from the oven. Serving them, Emma got herself a glass of wine and poured Jessie some of her favorite juice before sitting down to wait for her daughter to join her.

Jessie sighed as she looked into the mirror, seeing how she looked. She wouldn't go so far as to say she had no ass, she had a somewhat firm, shapely rear that the shorts didn't do a bad job of exposing. However, it paled in comparison to her mother's massive, luscious ass. Jessie had the privilege of seeing her mother wear shorts during the summers, and she was astonished that thing didn't blow out the pockets. It was the same story for her breasts. While she certainly wasn't flat, rather a respectable C-cup, Jessie couldn't help but compare herself to the times she saw her mother in a bathing suit at the beach. She thought those things had to be J-cups, or some other outrageously huge cup size. She actually learned her mother had to order her bras from a company online that specialized in large breasted women. However, Jessie knew judging from the looks she sometimes received from the more adventurous boys and girls over the years that she still had goods, and her tight halter top that stopped at her midriff did a great job of showing those goods. She walked down the hallway, smelling the familiar mushroom noodle casserole that had been a staple of her dinners for years. She popped into the kitchen with a smile. "Smells good mom, thanks." She says, sitting down and grabbing a forkful of food, yipping as it burned her tongue.

Before too long Jessie came strolling down to the kitchen to eat. Emma's eyes went directly to the pair of rather tight fitting shorts her daughter had chosen to wear. Needless to say they didn't do a Hell of a lot to hide Jessie's 'assets'. The teen mare's ass contoured quite well, even if it wasn't the largest of butts. But what was large was not hiding very well in the front of her shorts. "Oh...no problem, dear." She answered half heartedly, sounding a tad distracted. She eventually forced herself to tear her eyes off of her so she could focus on eating her own meal. How long had it been since she'd last laid with a man? She couldn't really remember...well...it had to of been at least 8 years as that had been the divorce but it had to of been longer than that. She couldn't even recall when she and her ex husband had been together...

Emma did laugh a bit at the sound of Jessie burning her mouth "18 years later and you still try to eat too fast." She playfully teased her. "Blow on it first...it just came out of the oven." Emma took a long sip of her wine, trying to bolster her courage with the red liquid. What she wanted to propose wasn't something a mother just did. It was wrong on many levels but...oh God did she need it! It'd be good for Jessie too, she felt. Having a consistent and safe partner until she found a suitable long term partner...

Jessie intentionally burned her mouth. She loved it when her mom was well.....motherly acting. It didn't go as far as a diaper fetish or anything, but the idea of suckling her mom's huge tits while she stroked her hair; her mother telling her to be a good girl and lay down so she can sit on her face and have her girl eat her pussy and ass; the thought of her riding her big cock, ass and tits bouncing as mommy tells Jessie to fill her with her load. It drove her insane! But instead she simply gave a smile. "I forgot mommy, thanks." She says, blowing on her food, her eyes wandering to her massive tits. "Hey mommy, how big are those?" She says, pointing to the massive chest mounds.

The mother nearly choked on her food when Jessie spoke up after a moment, inquisitive on her breast size. The two weren't strangers to sexual conversations but usually it wasn't during dinner or this prompt. Swallowing after a moment then dabbing her lips clean with a napkin, Emma sighed a little before peering over at Jessie, a scolding look in her eye. "Mmm...quite the spontaneous and curious question." She sat back in her chair, lips curling into a slight smile. "How about I tell you how big mine are but you tell me how big you are, since you're so interested in sharing numbers." She teased, insinuating Jessie would have to reveal her penis size in exchange.

"Last I measured they were..." She paused a moment, bringing both her hands to her chest, lifting a breast in each and gave them gentle bounces. "...I think 36FF"

Jessie couldn't help but chuckle at her mother's reaction. However, when she felt her jaw dropping. "Holy crap they're huge!" She says, quickly blushing at the follow up question. "Oh, it varies on the temperature of the room I'm in, but usually around 11-12 inches. Wanna see?" She says, even by their standards, this was forward.

Emma nearly spat out her wine when she took another sip just as Jessie revealed her own size. A foot!? Even for their kind that was hard to believe...it was massive. Jessie boldly asked if she wished to see it, Emma setting her glass down though her hand shook. "I have to." She stated as calmly as she could "Because I think you're lying." She smiled playfully now. If she WAS that big...Emma had to know. Had to see it. More importantly, Emma had to RIDE it.

Jessie completely expected the reaction to such a forward statement, but she was fully expecting a scolding, this was well beyond the bounds of their typical playfulness. However, it was once more Jessie's turn to be surprised when her mother took her upon the offer, even going so far as to insinuate that she was calling her out on a bluff of some kind. Jessie was a bit taken aback, but regained her composure. She grinned. "Alright mommy, but those were the lengths when it was hard. If you want to see it like that, you need to give me something to help me "work up to it", if you get my meaning." She pointed at the older mare's massive breasts, "Showing me those would do just fine."