(MLO) Fluttermama


                                            >"Now Mister Bear, you know you shouldn't eat the helpless creatures that are so much smaller than you. Especially with so many berries in the forest!"

                                            >The bear in question was looking very ashamed of himself, as a little bunny in front of him squeaked and waved his paw angrily

                                            >The bunny, Angel, was covered in slobber from the attempted devouring of his person

                                            >And then, from the sidelines, you watched her

                                            >Her little foal

                                            >Though, of course, you weren't so little anymore

                                            >Fluttershy continued berating the bear, and you went back to feeding the squirrels who were chattering at you in hunger

                                            >You really loved your mum

                                            >Maybe that was why you stayed with her instead of going to school, learning about and tending to all the animals

                                            >She always worried about that though

                                            >She didn't want you to end up like her, a hermit in the woods with no special somepony

                                            >You hadn't exactly been conceived from the nicest circumstances

                                            >Maybe that's why your mum never even tried to seek out another stallion to be her lover

                                            >But it didn't matter to you

                                            >Nopony caught your eye like your mother did

                                            >From her soothing voice to her dainty wings

                                            >Her glimmering eyes full of compassion, or her slender legs and meticulously well kept hooves

                                            >Even her soft belly, though stretched from when she had incubated you inside her, was just another beautiful part of a wholly stunning pony

                                            >Unfortunately, you had inherited that one trait that made her stick out from other ponies, or rather, what made them never notice her

                                            >The very same trait that made up the latter half of her name, and allowed ponies to walk all over her like a doormat

                                            >Her shyness

                                            >Maybe that's why she had named you "Anonymous"

                                            >Or maybe it was because she didn't know what stallion had fathered you

                                            >You had been the product of a brutal rape that still remained unsolved

                                            >Anytime it was mentioned, it made your mother freeze up, so she could never describe the pony that had done the heinous act

                                            >Even the Princess Twilight Sparkle, Element of Magic, couldn't pry the memories from her mind

                                            >That last time the princess had tried, she had put your mother into a seizure

                                            >That was last year when she tried

                                            >You hadn't left your mothers side since

                                            >You were always scared she might relapse into the pony she had been for months after Twilight's misguided attempt to help her get closure

                                            >She hadn't understood, nopony did, that you, little Anonymous, were her closure

                                            >Maybe that's why she had doted on you so much when you had been younger

                                            >But not so anymore

                                            >Now, there were times she got so distracted by animals, rushing around and trying to help all of them herself

                                            >There were more than a couple times that she had passed out in the front yard

                                            >Every time, you had picked her up and carried her inside, upstairs to her bed

                                            >Those were the nights you had crawled under the blankets with her and shared her heat

                                            >You had snuggled up against her like the little foal you had been in years past

                                            >And when your mother had awoken, she never said anything

                                            >She had just put her forelegs around you and held you until you decided it was time to get up

                                            >And even though you knew it was wrong, you sometimes wished she would pass out just one more time

                                            >Just so you could cuddle with her

                                            >While you were absorbed in your thoughts, your mother had approached you in her usual quiet fashion

                                            >You jumped as she placed her dainty hoof on your withers

                                            >When you flinched, she pulled back, terrified she had done something wrong

                                            >"Oh my goodness, are you okay? Did I do something wrong? Oh that was so stupid of me--!"

                                            >You place a hoof on her muzzle and offer her a smile to show you're okay

                                            "Don't worry about it so much, mum. You just scared me is all."

                                            >Your poor mother looks near tears though

                                            >"I'm so sorry, Anonymous. A mother shouldn't scare her foal like that, it's just not right!"

                                            >You nuzzle her neck in an attempt to comfort her

                                            "Mum, I'm not so little anymore. Being scared is a perfectly normal thing. You didn't mean to do it, so you didn't do anything wrong."

                                            >Fluttershy smiles and wraps her forelimbs around your body and squeezes you

                                            >Your face flushes immediately

                                            >You're close enough to smell her, pressed against her hard enough to feel her heart beating far faster than normal

                                            >And your heart speeds up to match the rhythm

                                            >She smells like a springtime field, fresh and natural; it's absolutely heavenly to you

                                            >The little friend sliding out of its sheathe thinks so too

                                            >Being so close to your mother, to her scent, to her warmth, has aroused you

                                            >But you're too comfortable to care what your member is doing

                                            >Aroused or not, awkward or not, you were going to keep close to your mother for every second you could

                                            >Your growing cock slid against your mothers inner thigh

                                            >It felt heavenly, her soft coat radiating warmth and providing just enough friction to drive you mad

                                            >Your mother notices immediately, to your dismay

                                            >And her reaction is far from good

                                            >"A-Anonymous, what is that? Ohmygoodness!"

                                            >She recoils and begins hyperventilating

                                            >You walk over, your penis swinging awkwardly between your rear legs like a flaccid fifth limb

                                            "M-mum, I'm sorry! Are you okay? What's wrong?"

                                            >Fluttershy's pupils dilate, growing to nearly engulf her entire iris

                                            >All she's doing now is stammering and shuddering in place

                                            >Then her eyes roll back and she hits the ground

                                            >Hard

                                            >You ran over to her side and picked up her head in your hooves

                                            "Mum, mum! Wake up, mum. Mummy please, come back!"

                                            >After several minutes of you sobbing uncontrollably, your rational side finally kicked in

                                            >You picked her up and slung her over your back, using your wings as a sort of cradle, and using them to keep her on your back

                                            >You rushed her inside and upstairs to her bedroom

                                            >With the utmost care you could, you laid her in bed

                                            >Then you performed the same checks you would whenever you found an animal laying still

                                            >You pressed a hoof against her neck to check for a pulse and laid your ear in front of her half open muzzle

                                            >A steady pulse and faint breathing

                                            >She was still alive

                                            >You let out a sigh of relief

                                            >And yet, somehow in all the excitement, your boner still hadn't gone away

                                            >And now, with your mother laying in front of you, her limbs spread, completely exposed, you were faced with a tough choice

                                            >You could have sex with her while she slept, doing effectively the same thing that had led to your conception

                                            >Or you could be the better colt and just cuddle with her, and make sure she woke up the next morning

                                            >Life was filled with tough choices

                                            >For you, this decision was almost disgustingly easy to make, though

                                            >Your semi-erect dick begged for your attention

                                            >Fluttershy was right there, and what's more, she was dead to the world

                                            >She would never know

                                            >With that thought heavy in your mind, you began stroking your cock, staring at your mothers plot

                                            >Those same soft, pink folds that had brought you into this world

                                            >The wonderful musk of springtime and new life that constantly clung to her body

                                            >Her soft coat, the colour of newly bloomed marigolds, that she had held you against when the terrors of the night had proven too much to face on your own

                                            >The churning feeling in your stomach was replaced with a growing warmth

                                            >This was just the ultimate expression of your love for the pony that had raised you

                                            >It was showing her that, no matter what, you wanted her and nopony else

                                            >That was the way you reasoned with yourself as you continued your lewd actions

                                            >You could feel an orgasm building as you stroked your shaft faster and faster

                                            >Your breathing grew quick and heavy as you climbed to your peak

                                            >Then, you did something stupid

                                            >You brought your cock in line with Fluttershy's soft belly and leaned your head in to her plot

                                            >The whiff of her heavenly musk sent you over the edge

                                            >You had the most intense orgasm of your, thus far, short life

                                            >Your cum shot all over the stomach where you had lain for ten months, growing

                                            >You collapsed on the bed next to your mother, nuzzling up to her neck, the post-orgasm bliss suffusing your mind

                                            >You really loved your mum

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                                            >Then that awful, rational part of your mind came back to you

                                            >You needed to clean her up, otherwise she'd know what you had done to her

                                            >And you could only fear what she'd do when she deduced that puzzle

                                            >You could almost hear her voice right now

                                            >"Anon, how could you do that to me, your own mother?"

                                            >"Get out! I never want to see you again! You're worse than your father!"

                                            >You pulled away from her breast and shook your head

                                            >You wouldn't let that happen

                                            >Scooping her onto your back like you had earlier, you carefully made your way to the bathroom

                                            >All you needed to do was clean her up a bit

                                            >Then she'd never know

                                            >You turned the taps for the tub on, warm water of course

                                            >Then, very gently, you slid your mother into the tub

                                            >When the basin was about halfway full, you turned off the taps and grabbed the bottle of shampoo

                                            >All natural of course, Fluttershy wouldn't have it any other way

                                            >It was imported from Sydneigh somewhere down South

                                            >It was pretty expensive, but it smelled lovely, made with Tea Tree oil

                                            >Apparently made ones mane and coat soft and luxurious

                                            >Nothing but the best for your mum

                                            >You squeezed out a dollop onto her midsection, near the cum that stained her coat, and began to work it in with a gentle massage

                                            >It foamed up quite quickly as you lathered it all over her soft body

                                            >And then your hood brushed her teats

                                            >They were still swollen from lactation, even though you hadn't had any of her milk for a number of years

                                            >But touching them sent an electric buzz through your body

                                            >And almost immediately, you began to harden once more

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                                            >You ignored it though, you had already degraded your mother plenty for one day

                                            >You moved on to cleaning her legs

                                            >As you scrubbed her inner thigh, you felt some kind of warm jet run over your foreleg

                                            >You looked into the water and saw it taking on a very faint, yellow tint

                                            >Fluttershy was peeing

                                            >And it was hitting your hoof, which for reasons you couldn't fathom, remained where it was

                                            >And the more urine ran over your hoof, the harder your erection got

                                            >You couldn't take it anymore

                                            >You began masturbating again, the mixture of water, soap and urine providing the perfect lubricant

                                            >It felt even better than it had in the bedroom, and you felt yourself fast approaching another orgasm

                                            >Your mother was still completely asleep, so you decide to do something daring

                                            >As you approach your peak, your mash your lips against Fluttershy's, kissing her with all the love you feel

                                            >That pushes you over the edge, and you cum again

                                            >Fortunately you do it right into the tub, so there's no mess to clean up

                                            >You pull away from you mother, panting from your second orgasm in barely a half hour

                                            >Then you go back to scrubbing her, much more slowly, enjoying the feel of your mothers coat under your sodden hooves

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                                            >You are Fluttershy

                                            >The last thing you remember was feeling an odd pressure against your inner thigh, then looking down and seeing your sons erection

                                            >Then you had blacked out

                                            >It wasn't the colts fault, really

                                            >He couldn't control when he was aroused

                                            >But as you come to, you feel a gentle massaging on your belly

                                            >It's so relaxing, so gentle

                                            >You slowly open your eyes to see your son lathering some shampoo into your coat

                                            "Wh-what are you doing, Anonymous?"

                                            >Your son starts sweating when you ask him

                                            >"J-just giving you a bath, mum. You fell in some mud and were all dirty. I-I didn't want to mess up the bed. So I brought you in here to clean you up. S-sorry."

                                            >You smile at him

                                            >He was such a good colt always thinking of others before himself

                                            >He was a bit sensitive though, just like his mum

                                            >You run a hoof through his mane

                                            "Of course it's okay, Anonymous. You had my best interests at heart and did what you thought was right. I'm proud to have raised such a kind colt!"

                                            >Instead of smiling, or looking even the least bit relieved, Anonymous looked positively ill

                                            "Are you okay sweetie? You don't look so well. Are you sick?"

                                            >He smiles at you, though his face is very pale

                                            >"S-sure mum, I'm okay!"

                                            >You frown and reach up to take his temperature

                                            >He shudders when you touch his forehead, his eyes rolling back a bit

                                            "You feel warm, dear. Come on, I can finish cleaning myself. You get yourself to bed. I'll make you some hot soup for dinner!"

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                                            >You climb up the stairs to your bedroom

                                            >Of course you couldn't have brought yourself to tell your mother what things you had done to her while she was asleep

                                            >So you barely said anything

                                            >Of course you had looked sick

                                            >The way Fluttershy had looked at you, a look filled with love and trust, had made you feel like a monster

                                            >But all you wanted was her compassion, so you followed exactly what she told you to do

                                            >Ten minutes later, you were in bed, under the covers with a thermometer in your mouth

                                            >And Fluttershy was right beside you, smiling away and coaxing you to eat the wonderful noodle soup she had made you

                                            >She was so kindhearted and gentle, how could you have done what

                                            you did to her?

                                            >Every time she fed you another bite of the perfect soup

                                            >Every time she checked your temperature to make sure you were okay

                                            >Every smile and little gesture, like brushing your unkempt mane away from your eyes

                                            >It was another nail in the coffin you were building around yourself

                                            >You decide it's time to own up to your trangressions

                                            >It's time to tell her what you did

                                            >The worst that happens is you get disowned, right?

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                                            "M-mum, I need to tell you something..."

                                            >You mother closes her eyes as she smiles at you, making the smile seem all the larger

                                            >"Of course, Anon. You know you can tell me anything!"

                                            >You wring your hooves over and over in front of you

                                            "I...when you were asleep, I uhm kinda uhh masturbatedonyouandkissedyouandtouchedyouwhileIwaswashingyou"

                                            >You quickly mumble out the last part, praying to Celestia she didn't hear it and wouldn't ask again

                                            >But she was your mother, so she had to ask again

                                            >In the kindest way she could, of course

                                            >"Anon, could you please repeat yourself? I didn't quite understand what you said."

                                            >You take a deep breath and silently ask the Cosmic Matriarch to protect you

                                            "Mommy...when you were asleep I masturbated on you. That's why I gave you a bath. But then when I was cleaning you I did it again, and I kissed you like a stallion kisses his special somepony. I'm so sorry mommy, I'm sorry, I'msorry."

                                            >You close your eyes and tears leak from their ducts, staining lines in your coat

                                            >But your mother, Celestia save her, just put a gentle hoof on your cheek and stroked away your tears

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                                            >"Oh Anon, you should have told me you felt that way earlier. I-I have a confession to make too."

                                            >Your beautiful mother takes a deep breath and closes her eyes tight

                                            >"I love you in a way no mother should! I love you like a mare loves a stallion, and I know I shouldn't, but I do! I'm sorry that I feel like-!"

                                            >You cut her off with a kiss on her open mouth

                                            >She's surprised at first, but quickly kisses you back with twice the ferocity

                                            >Fluttershy breaks the kiss and sets the bowl of soup aside, then clambers on top of you

                                            >Your erection that was already making a small tent of the sheets springs up, immediately ready for action

                                            >But the yellow pegasus takes things slowly, tracing kisses around your muzzle and down your body

                                            >She pulls back the sheets, revealing your fully erect penis

                                            >"Oh Anonymous, you've grown so much! I'm so proud of you, my little stallion."

                                            >She kisses her way up the shaft and licks when she reaches the flare

                                            >Your dick twitches in response to the attention to the sensitive head

                                            >She starts licking your member up and down, like a piece of candy

                                            >You let out a little moan of pleasure, stroking your mothers mane with a hoof

                                            >She looks up and meets your eyes, smiling

                                            >"Anonymous, I'm going to turn around. I want you to nurse off me, okay sweetie?"

                                            >You simply nod, utterly stunned at her request

                                            >You can't believe you're so lucky

                                            >Fluttershy turns around, presenting her plot to you

                                            >Her mammaries hang right over your face, swollen with their load of milk

                                            >You take one of the nipple in your mouth and begin to nurse, just like you did when you were a little foal

                                            >Then Fluttershy wraps her lips around your flare and goes to work on your dick

                                            >She works her way slowly, up and down the shaft

                                            >And every time she reaches the head, she wraps her tongue around it before repeating the cycle

                                            >All the while, you suck on her teats, the warm, sweet breast milk trickling down your throat

                                            >Your mother starts fondling your balls with her hooves, pressing with just enough force to make it pleasurable, but not painful

                                            >It's enough to start you working up to an orgasm quickly

                                            >You stop sucking so you can tell her

                                            "Mommy, I'm gonna--"

                                            >She shushes you like a squalling infant

                                            >"It's okay Anon, cum for mommy. Give me all your cum."

                                            >Then she goes back to her ministrations

                                            >After another minute, you're only too happy to oblige her

                                            >You moan into her swollen breasts and let the waves of pleasure overtake you

                                            >Your mother sucks down every last drop of the cum, milking you for all you have

                                            >When you're finally finished, after what felt like hours but lasted only moments, your beautiful mother turns back around to face you

                                            >She's flushed from the excitement and takes you by surprise with another kiss

                                            >You can't do anything but kiss her back

                                            >There's nothing else you'd rather do anyway

                                            >She strokes your mane and hugs you tight against her chest

                                            >"Now, Anon, you must be tired from all that exertion. Cuddle up to mommy and go to sleep, okay honey?"

                                            >You nuzzle into her neck and yawn

                                            >You were quite tired after all

                                            "Okay mommy, I love you."

                                            >"I love you too, Anonymous."

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                                            >You wished that had happened

                                            >Instead, your mother had looked at you like you were some stranger suddenly taking her sons place

                                            >Fluttershy turns away from you, but when she speaks you can hear the tears in her voice

                                            >"Wh-why would you do that, Anonymous? How could you do that to me? We could have talked this out, but instead you did that? How could you."

                                            >With every syllable, your heart broke

                                            >Every word was another twist to the knife that you felt in your gut

                                            >But you couldn't even imagine how she felt

                                            >Her colt had turned out like his father in the end

                                            >All you could do was stare at your hooves like a chastised foal caught with his hand in the cookie jar

                                            >"I'm going to my room. Don't you dare come in after me. I-I just can't see you right now."

                                            "B-but mommy--"

                                            >She cuts you off with a murderous looking glare

                                            >"No buts young colt. I don't want to see hide or hair of you until I come to see you. I need to work this out."

                                            >You open your mouth several times, but nothing comes out

                                            >Then you say the only thing that comes to your mind

                                            "I love you mommy."

                                            >Fluttershy stops at the door, as though struck by lightening

                                            >But then she continues as though she hadn't heard you

                                            >It goes without saying that you cry yourself to sleep that night

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                                            >You wake up before the sun the next morning

                                            >It wasn't like you had slept much the night before

                                            >As quiet as you can, you creep your way downstairs to the kitchen

                                            >It was well stocked as always

                                            >Fluttershy loathed to be without supplies for any kind of situation

                                            >You never knew who was going to be stopping by for whatever occasion, after all

                                            >But it was perfect for what you planned to do

                                            >Today WAS a special occasion, after all

                                            >It was fifteen years ago today that you, the earthy-green coated pegasi known as "Anonymous" had been born to a frightened yellow pony who just happened to be the Element of Kindness

                                            >Sure it was your birthday, but given the circumstances of your conception, you had felt bad for celebrating it as soon as you were old enough to understand

                                            >So today, you decide that you're going to do something for the gentle pegasus that raised you

                                            >You start making her favourite foods for breakfast

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                                            >When you finish making your mothers breakfast, you lay it out on a tray

                                            >Under her bowl of hot oats sprinkled with brown sugar, you put a little note, explaining your actions

                                            >It explained how you had felt about her for years before, and apologized for losing control yesterday

                                            >You could only hope it was enough

                                            >You carry the tray upstairs and push the door open

                                            >The old hinges squeal as though in agony as you carefully open the door to her room

                                            >To your surprise though, she isn't asleep

                                            >Instead, she's sitting on the edge of her bed, staring at a small, framed picture she holds in her hooves

                                            >In the early morning light, you can see the stains tears had made as they ran down her cheeks

                                            >She didn't look up from the picture when you walked in, nor when you carried the tray over to her

                                            >You don't say anything, instead, you just set the tray of food down in front of her before making your way to the door

                                            >"I'm sorry, Anonymous."

                                            >The whisper, cracked with emotion, stops you in the doorway

                                            >But you don't say anything, but you can't hide the slump in your withers and hanging head

                                            >You make your way back to your room and hide under your covers, willing the day away

                                            >It's not long before you fall back asleep

                                            >You awake to the feeling of a soft hoof stroking your mane

                                            >You roll over and find a sad looking Fluttershy, her eyes watery as she gazes down at you

                                            "M-mum? What're you doing in here?"

                                            >Your words are slurred with sleep and your vision still blurry

                                            >But your hearing is perfect

                                            >She starts to sing a lullaby about the two alicorn Princess', a lamentation almost

                                            >You nuzzle up to her belly and fall back into the arms of slumber

                                            >When you finally wake back up, it's nearly noon

                                            >You immediately spring out of bed to get ready to do your chores

                                            >Or, at least, you try to

                                            >It seems your mother is holding you tightly against her chest

                                            >Even though she seems so frail, so weak, she has a grip like nothing else

                                            >But it seems your struggling had woken her

                                            >She blinks tiredly and then looks down at you with a warm smile on her face

                                            >"Good morning, sleepyhead. Did you sleep alright?"

                                            >You rub your eyes, hardly able to believe it

                                            >Just last night, she had acted like she wanted to feed you to Mister Bear

                                            >And now she was cuddling you like her beloved child?

                                            "Uh, I slept okay, mum."

                                            >She runs a hoof through your mane and kisses your cheek

                                            >You can immediately feel the blood rise to your cheeks

                                            >And it's not the only thing rising

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                                            >You pull away, remembering her reaction to it last time

                                            >But Fluttershy doesn't let you

                                            >While one hoof pets your mane, the other traces circles around your back

                                            >You shiver at her caresses

                                            "Mum, what are you doing?"

                                            >She takes hold of your cheek and forces you to make eye contact with her

                                            >"Th-this is what you wanted, right Anonymous? This is what my little Nonny wants from mommy?"

                                            >You blush at her use of your foalhood nickname

                                            "But, I thought you--"

                                            >She silences you with a kiss

                                            >This is a side to her you've never seen before

                                            >She's being so aggressive, so dominant

                                            >And you can't deny, you're getting even more turned on

                                            >Your tongues clash and swirl around in your mouth, only breaking so you two can take occasional breaths

                                            >She presses you down on the bed, towering above you with a smile on her face

                                            >You grin back nervously, you don't know what she has in store for you

                                            >She points down to her moistening pussy

                                            >"Mommy wants you to lick her here. Can you do that for me, Nonny?"

                                            >The heat in your cheeks is nearly enough to light a fire, but you nod

                                            >"Good boy. Get to it and I'll have a reward when you're finished, okay?"

                                            >You nod again, eagerly this time, and she stradles your muzzle, her dripping vagina hanging right above your face

                                            >You lift your head up and open your mouth, your tongue gravitating to the folds that you had come out of

                                            >As your tongue makes contact with the sensitive flesh, Fluttershy shudders and her vagina winks in a sudden contraction

                                            >You wriggle your tongue around, sliding it deeper into her marehood

                                            >She moans and grinds on your muzzle, her wings flaring to keep her balance

                                            >She's sitting on your face now, her wings only making a show of flapping, not doing anything to keep her weight off

                                            >It's making it so hard to breathe for you

                                            >But that's just more incentive to make her finish, not to mention is was just making you further aroused

                                            >Her winking is near continuous now, her red, throbbing clit begging for your attention

                                            >You oblige it, sliding your muzzle so that your nose boops the shuddering button every time it slides out in a wink

                                            >Your tongue, meanwhile, continues its ministrations inside her now sopping vagina, making her squirm and moan like a filly

                                            >You remove your tongue from her dripping folds and decide to do something daring

                                            >The long, pink muscle trails along the outside of her folds and circles her anus

                                            >She gasps at your exploration, but before she can say no, you've plunged your tongue deep inside her ass

                                            >She shrieks at the sudden invasion, but the assault of pleasure emanating from your action can't be ignored and the screams devolve into liquid moans

                                            >You remove your tongue from her twitching ass and move your lips to suck on her clit

                                            >You assault it mercilessly with your tongue, every time it tries to contract in, you keep it out with suction

                                            >Your sweet mother grinds on your muzzle, her mind reduced to mush from the maddening work you're doing

                                            >One more lick and she can't contain herself anymore

                                            >The floodgates open and she cums

                                            >Your mouth is immediately filled with her juices, so much that it trickles down your cheeks and soaks the sheets of the bed

                                            >You dutifully swallow as much as you can before she pulls away from your face and sits on your chest

                                            >She looks at you, lust pouring from her gaze

                                            >"You know, Nonny, I looked at the water in the bath and noticed it was tinted yellow. I must have peed when you were washing me. Did you like it?"

                                            >You open your mouth to say something, but instead you just nod

                                            >You still can't form any words, let alone coherent sentences

                                            >Your beautiful mother gives you a gentle smile and spreads her soaked lips with her hooves

                                            >A spurt of liquid comes from deep within her marehood, making a slight hiss

                                            >It's warm and smells faintly of ammonia

                                            >Your mother, the Element of Kindness, is relieving herself on your chest

                                            >And you enjoy every second of it

                                            >The stream of piss comes again, stronger this time, and splashes over your chest and neck, completely soaking you

                                            >It makes a hiss as it squirts from her vagina

                                            >You lean your face into the squirting stream and lap it up eagerly

                                            >It tastes sweet, but with a bitter aftertaste, like the ginger root tea Fluttershy made for you a year ago when you had the flu

                                            >You keep lapping it up as long as you can, but it eventually trickles off as your mother finishes using you as her toilet

                                            >"Did you like that, you dirty little colt? Did you enjoy being mommy's toilet?"

                                            >You grin up at her, eager for whatever would be next

                                            "Yes mommy. I love being your dirty toilet."

                                            >She smiles at you, patting your head like a child

                                            >"Good boy. You've earned your reward. Close your eyes for mommy."

                                            >You do as she asks, more than willing to obey whatever she tells you to do

                                            >You can feel her lift your stallionhood so it stands straight up

                                            >Then the best sensation you've ever felt engulfs your cock

                                            >You moan and your hips thrust upwards almost of their own accord

                                            >Your mum gasps as you do so, and you open your eyes to see why she had gasped

                                            >You see her grinding her hips against your crotch, the fur around your genitals becoming moist with lubricant

                                            >You can feel a part of your mind you've never felt before coming to the forefront

                                            >You thrust upward and shove your mother onto her back and pin her down

                                            >"Nonny, wh-what are you doing?"

                                            >You simply grunt and begin pounding away at her pussy clumsily

                                            >As you thrust you move your face in and kiss her, pushing your tongue into her mouth aggressively

                                            >You can feel an orgasm approaching, and you break the kiss and looking into your mothers eyes

                                            "M-mommy, I'm going to cum!"

                                            >Your mother moans as you speak to her

                                            >"Cum inside me, Nonny. Fill me up with your cum!"

                                            >That pushes you over the edge and you shoot your load deep inside her womb

                                            >Fluttershy moaned and gushes in orgasm again, making the sheets even wetter than they had been

                                            >She sighs and lays back, and you lay your head on her chest and nuzzle against her

                                            "I love you mommy."

                                            >"I love you too, Anonymous."

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