There’s always one day in the year that catches Ms.Vanilla off guard. 


It’s not the first day of summer, nor is it Easter. It’s always a day she forgets to prepare for.


Mothers day.


The day her perfect little angel of a daughter does everything in her power to make her the happiest she possibly can. Cooking her breakfast, taking her out with her and Sonic’s friends. It was always a blessed day. And every year when Cream and Cheese would go to bed, she’d go out and spend the remainder of her night with some familiar friends.


What started out as a little game, turned into a yearly event that would always end the same. No matter what she told herself the day after, it would always turn into the same thing the year after. 


Even as she kissed her daughter goodnight, locked the door to her home behind her as she left, she couldn’t stop herself. Clutching her coat the whole way, she traveled towards the city, knowing what she was getting into.




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        ‘I need to stop this’ She thought to herself. 


The beautiful landscape of the forest she called home was replaced with the all too familiar a cityscape. She walked down the sidewalk with her heart in her throat, trying to breath and calm herself, only for it to do the opposite. Every click of her high heels was a reminder of what she came her for. 


        ‘I can’t keep doing this.’


Click, click click.


She didn’t stop.


        ‘I should turn around.’


Clickclickclick.


She increased her pace.


        ‘Why?’


She came to a sudden stop. Clenching the coat hiding her body, she listened to the all too the sounds of the city: Cars speeding off, the winds surrounding them whipping around, trucks honking, far distant voices and so on. But the most intense sound of them all was her excited heartbeat.


        ‘Why should I stop? It’s just some harmless fun. Just harmless fun…’ She told herself over and over, firmly planting the mantra in her mind. She felt herself beginning to relax the more she did. The fear and apprehension from before gradually faded away, only to be replaced by an all to powerful and familiar emotion she’s kept suppress over the years. 


She looked around, seeing nothing but empty streets, sidewalks and an assortment of closed shops. Only the waning moon above and the street lights were all that kept the darkness at bay.  Under the cover of night, she undid the belt of her coat, opening it and exposing what she hid underneath.


In place of her normal clothing, she wore almost nothing. A dark red laced bra, matching garter belt but no panties. As she walked further down the road, she begged for her friends to come around as fast as possible. Each step was another gamble that she would be caught by someone. Some kids walking down the block? Random passerby? What about a cop? A pair of cops? The list of possibilities simply went on.


The lump forming in the back of her throat made every gasp of air harder to get. Her heart felt like it was ready to burst out her chest, adrenaline transforming into arousal. A light brush of her fingers. Slowly working her lips apart, spreading them in the middle of the sidewalk, feeling the winds of summer tickle her sensitive flesh. Vanilla worked herself up, light brushes turning into full on masturbation. Her gloveless hands worked their magic as she felt her juices coat her fingers. Every step  and click of her heels caused her to slide deeper, brining more of her excitement to the surface and slowly drip onto the pavement. 


Her free hand was playing with her breasts, pulling on the clip piercings she put on her nipples. Her well endowed chest heaved with every pluck, feeling herself jiggle before falling back into place. Every moan that came out her mouth was short and quick with her trying to hide them from anyone who could possibly be close by. 


        ‘What if there are others inside?’ Her subconscious pointed out. Other mobians just sitting back and keeping quiet as she played with herself in public for all to see. The mere thought left her occupied hand on her crotch coated in a healthy covering of her cum. 


        “I see you’re having fun, around you?”


Her heart stopped at the voice directly behind her. 


        “Looks like you’ve already gotten yourself good and ready for us tonight.” Vanilla felt a warm, hard lump pushing against her from behind. If it wasn’t for the coat, she would be feeling full and the stuffed in a place that’s needed some proper attention. “Where’s Cream at?” Her friend asked, slowly grinding into her from behind.


        “A-at home.” She answered honestly. 


        “Next time, you should bring her along. As a special mother's day treat for yourself. Show your daughter what kind of woman you really are.”


Vanilla bit her lip. The idea of her sweet little daughter seeing her as she is now. Playing with herself in public and offering her willing body to the cocks that have been waiting for her return for the year. As the thoughts ran through, the lump from behind force its way between her legs, covered by her trench coat, feeling as heavy as a hunk of lead and radiating heat like a furnace- like the heat running through her.


        “M-maybe…” She whispered, looking back at the figure behind her. As she heard the footsteps of others approaching her, she felt a whisper that left her already weak knees nearly give out.


        “Happy mothers day, Vanilla.”