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- >Mama Rarity will never give you a BJ when you're sick.
- >You're not quite sure how this happened
- >All you did was say you weren't feeling very well
- >And now your mother is pushing you down onto the sofa
- >Quite firmly, as well
- >She's not taking no for an answer
- >"My little darling!" she exclaims laying a hand against your forehead
- >"You're burning up! Oh, this is dreadful!"
- >She kneels down beside you and cups your cheeks with her immaculately manicured hands
- >"You just sit right there. I'll bring out a blanket for you, and make your favourite-"
- >She's really making too much out of this
- >You hate to do it, but you break her flow
- "Mum, really, it's not such a big deal. I've just got a bit of a headache, and-"
- >Her eyes flash, and she draws herself up melodramatically
- >"Young man, don't talk back when you're sick!"
- >"I'm going to get you absolutely everything you need,"
- >"You're not to get up until you're well again!"
- >Your mum can be quite imposing when she wants to be
- >Once in a blue moon, something will strike her as vitally important
- >Usually something in reaction to a passing comment made by one of her friends
- >And she will go to any lengths to see it through
- >It's no use fighting
- >So you lie back
- >And as you watch your mother bustle off, you swear you could hear her mutter something to herself
- >"... this'll show Fluttershy who ought to be more 'hands on' with her son..."
- >She brings you out a big, warm blanket
- >Soon after, a mug of steaming hot chocolate with great big marshmallows bobbing along the rim
- >Even one of those old-timey stools to put your feet up on
- >She plops down next to you with a damp cloth
- >And cuddles up to your side, dabbing every so often at your forehead
- >It's actually kind of overwhelming
- >And uncomfortable when her insistent pressing of her ample bosom against your side produces a... reaction
- >There's no way to relieve your tension at all with your mother right there
- >And the more she fawns over you, the harder you realise you're getting
- >Eventually she puts down her cloth and gives you a peck on the cheek
- >"Now, mama has some work to do, my little sweetheart"
- >"I'll just be in the other room, so you just call if you need anything, alright?"
- >"I'll come right away"
- >She moves off, heading towards her inspiration room, and you immediately thrust a hand beneath your blanket as you watch her shapely hips sway towards the door
- >The pressure is too intense
- >You need relief
- >And so before she even leaves the room, you give yourself a couple of experimental jerks
- >Big mistake
- >She must have sensed the movement or something
- >Because as soon as you start to stroke yourself she turns back to you
- >"Did you say something, sweet-"
- >Her eyes affix onto the bulge under the blanket
- >And her mouth turns up into a grin
- >"Oh, darling, are you feeling bunged up?"
- >She struts confidently back across the room as you flounder for something to say
- >She presses a finger to your lips and shushes you
- >"Shhh, don't worry. Mummy understands."
- >"And mummy did say she'd take care of absolutely everything, didn't she?"
- >Rarity twitches up your blanket, exposing your lower regions to the cool air
- >Kneeling down for a better look, she gently takes your hand in one of hers, and tuts loudly as she moves it away from your cock
- >"What are you doing?" she asks exasperatedly
- >"No lube, no nothing... you'll rub yourself raw!"
- >"We can't have that."
- >She licks her full red lips
- >Runs her tongue directly along the underside of your manhood
- >And the sheer surreal nature and sudden sensation is almost more than you can bear
- >Only by grabbing for your mother's hair and clenching your fist around it can you keep from coming immediately
- >She moans as your fist tugs on her hair, vibrations running through you
- >Without missing a beat, her lips fasten themselves tight around the tip of your dick, and she dives for the base
- >In one smooth movement she smears her lipstick along your entire length
- >Stuffing your entire massive rod down her eager throat
- >And when you can't help but moan out your appreciation
- "Oh, mom!"
- >She can't help but chuckle coyly in turn, and you feel every bit of her laughter through your throbbing member as she starts to bob her head
- >With your tip constantly grazing the back of her throat, you struggle to contain yourself
- >But as your mother's moans fill the air you're not sure how much longer you can weather her assault
- "Mom, I can't-"
- >With an audible 'pop', she breaks suction and pulls her mouth away
- >"Hold on? Aw, sweetie - darling - this is all for you."
- >She plants little wet kisses along your length, her warm breath felt keenly against your sensitive skin
- >"Don't worry about holding on"
- >"Just worry about feeling better"
- >She fastens her lips around you once again, slurping, and after she envelops it only a couple more times do you feel the pressure building
- >"Give it to me, baby"
- >You come, shooting ropes of your sticky white cum down mama's throat
- >And she holds your hand as she swallows it all
- >"Just call if you need -anything-, sweetie."
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