(MLO) Taking Care of Mommy


                                            >You wake up to the dawn breaking over the horizon of the Unicorn Mountain Range

                                            >Just like every day since your mothers accident

                                            >It hadn't been her fault, really

                                            >Some unicorn genius had wanted to test out a new spell on a live pony, specifically a pegasus

                                            >Some kind of performance enhancer that was supposed to increase the airspeed of pegasi

                                            >Since your mother was a mailmare, she was chosen as a perfect candidate

                                            >If the experiment worked, the mail would be delivered ten times faster

                                            >And if it didn't, well, there were no shortage of pegasi to deliver the mail after her

                                            >Of course, she hadn't told them she had been pregnant

                                            >This was the opportunity of a lifetime, afterall

                                            >So she tried their experimental spell, and it had even worked, your mother flew faster than any other pegasus in Equestria

                                            >Well, until the speed had torn the stabalizing feathers from her wings

                                            >Out of control, and going too fast to stop without tearing her wings to pieces, she had aimed for the softest patch of dirt she could find

                                            >Unfortunately for her, it only looked soft

                                            >Underneath the disturbed earth that had looked more inviting than the gravel around it, was a boulder

                                            >The doctors had said it was a miracle that she had lived at all

                                            >What was more miraculous was that her unborn foal, you of course, had survived the stresses on her body

                                            >And at that, the doctors were stunned that you had been born with only stunted wings

                                            >Your mother was not so fortunate as to come out of the accident with hardly a scratch, however

                                            >She was in a coma until she went into labor, and even then she slipped back under almost the minute you were placed in her arms

                                            >One of the nursing staff had named you "Anonymous", as he had said, "after his father"

                                            >Since your mother was unable to name you herself, the name had stuck

                                            >She had lain in a coma for three months, in which time you were fed by milk extracted from your mother

                                            >After many tests, she was finally released from the hospital

                                            >But that was before the mental aberrations had shown themselves

                                            >So as you grew older, your mother, it seemed, grew younger

                                            >At least, her mental age regressed

                                            >The unicorn responsible for the original experiment started a fund to make sure that you and your mother had never wanted for anything

                                            >Celestia herself had donated a large sum of her personal treasury to ensure that you two were taken care of

                                            >A nurse had come over every day to check up on you and your mother

                                            >Well, until you had seen her one day, when you were shopping for your mom's birthday, and had overheard her disparaging remarks about your mothers mental state

                                            >Calling her by that horrible name so many had yelled at her around the town

                                            >"Derpy"

                                            >Not to mention her idea of what should be done to such ponies

                                            >The next day, when she had reported bright and early, you had chased the nurse off with a skillet

                                            >Ever since, you had cared for  your mother

                                            >Cooking for her, cleaning up around the house, bathing her, even changing the diapers she'd needed since she had woken up

                                            >It didn't matter to you

                                            >You loved your mommy

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                                            >So you made your way downstairs in your two-storey home

                                            >You cooked breakfast for yourself and your mother, a very simple affair

                                            >For her, a bowl of hot oatmeal with sugar and cinnamon and a muffin warmed in the over, and for you some almond butter on toast

                                            >After eating your own food, quickly as ever, you brought the oatmeal and muffin up to your mother

                                            >As you pushed open the door, you could hear her snoring softly, along with the rustle of sheets as she shifted in her sleep for whatever reason

                                            >You couldn't help the smile that crept onto your face when you saw her

                                            >Her yellow mane and grey head poked just out of the top of the duvet, the morning light streaming through the window catching her hair and making it glisten like golden thread

                                            >Who else was so lucky to see such sights every morning?

                                            >You trot over to her and gently nudge her shoulder in an effort to wake her up

                                            >She clumsily swats at your hoof and rolls over, hiding her head beneath the covers before mumbling in a tired voice

                                            >"Five more minutes..."

                                            >You notice the small, barely noticeable really, wet patch on the sheets, a clear sign her diaper needed changing

                                            >You push her a bit more forcefully this time

                                            "Come on, mom. I've got some breakfast for you. Hot oatmeal and a muffin!"

                                            >She bolts upright when you mention the food

                                            >"MUFFIN! Gimme, gimme!"

                                            "Ah, ah, ah. What do we say when someone is nice enough to bring you breakfast in bed?"

                                            >She blushes and looks down at the crumpled sheets

                                            >You feel bad for scolding her, but she needed to be retaught almost everything, like a little kid

                                            >"Thank you for making me breakfast, Anonymous. May I please eat now?"

                                            >Your grin widens, nearly splitting your face

                                            >She was just so adorable, you could never REALLY be mad at her

                                            "Of course, mom. Here you go."

                                            >You place the tray on her bed and step back from the bed to give her some space

                                            >The expression of rapture on her face would have given anyone with a weak heart instantaneous cardiac arrest

                                            >You just couldn't wipe that idiot grin off your face

                                            >Your mom digs into the breakfast with reckless abandon, the muffin disappearing in less than a second

                                            >When she's halfway through her oatmeal, she looks up at you

                                            >Those beautiful, golden irises flay away the skin of a colt raised by a nurse and himself, and into the soul of a young stallion who loved his mother dearly

                                            >Even if they are a little off center

                                            >She pushes the bowl, half full of sweetened, mushy oats towards you

                                            >"Here, Anonymous. You were looking at me funny. Are you hungry?"

                                            >You chuckle at her misinterpretation of how you're feeling

                                            >But the gesture is touching, even after the accident it shows that your mother is a sweet pony

                                            "No, mom. I already ate. I was just waiting for you to finish so I could change your diaper. Looks like you had an accident last night."

                                            >You gaze pointedly at the damp spot on the sheets

                                            >She follows your gaze and gasps, her off kilter eyes moistening with unshed tears

                                            >"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do it. Please Anonymous, I'm so sorry!"

                                            >You immediately go over and embrace her, stroking her mane and shushing her whimpers

                                            "Don't worry, I know it was an accident. I'm not mad at you, mom. It's not your fault. Just finish your breakfast and I'll change you after okay?"

                                            >She pulls away a bit and smiles, the tears already drying from her eyes

                                            >"Thanks Anonymous. You're the best!"

                                            >You let her go and give her a pat on the head

                                            "Thanks mom. Now finish your breakfast."

                                            >She goes back to eating

                                            >She isn't sloppy when she eats, despite the breakneck pace, there were hardly any crumbs on the bed

                                            >Your musing is interupted by an empty bowl that had contained oatmeal mere seconds ago appearing less than an inch from your nose

                                            >"All done!"

                                            "Okay mom. Please bring your dishes downstairs and put them by the sink so I can wash them later. Then I'll change you."

                                            >"Okay!"

                                            >She grabs the tray and brings it and the bowl downstairs to the kitchen, skipping the whole way

                                            >In the mean time, you took the stained duvet and sheets to the washing room and put them in a basin of soapy water

                                            >The mattress had long been covered by a plastic "bed condom" as the nurse had called it, ever since the first incident where your mom had wet the bed

                                            >Fortunately for the nurse at the time, and for you now, the incident that had crippled her bladder control and frontal cortextual functions had, oddly enough, left her bowel control intact

                                            >Thank the alicorns for small miracles

                                            >You, of course, would have cleaned up after her no matter what, it was just easier this way

                                            >You waited in the washing room for your mother to come prancing back up the stairs so you could change her

                                            >You could hear the slight crinkle of her diaper before she entered the room

                                            >"Okay, Anonymous, I'm ready!"

                                            >She hops up onto the changing table that had been installed in the room, stocked with powder, wipes, and diapers for changing

                                            >Her wide hips are spread, awaiting your attention to the pink diaper clinging to her nethers

                                            >You pull the diaper apart and peel it off of your mothers moistened marehood

                                            >Taking the powder and a wipe, you run the damp towelette over her vagina, in almost a teasing manner

                                            >At the action, she shifts uncomfortably and her damp folds glisten just a bit more

                                            >You quickly powder her, wanting to get this over with so you could take care of your own...uncomfortable situation

                                            >You put the new diaper on your mom and strapped it up quickly

                                            "Okay mom, you're all done. What d'you want to do today?"

                                            >She starts jumping up and down, excitedly

                                            >"Can we go to the park? I love the park!"

                                            >You grin at her enthusiasm, desperately trying to distract her from your growing stallionhood

                                            "Okay. We'll go to the park. I just need to take care of something first, okay?"

                                            >Your mother cocks her head to the side, then her gaze travels down

                                            >Though you had desperately tried, it hadn't been enough to entirely hide your, now, full mast

                                            >"Hey, Anonymous, why is your boy part getting bigger?"

                                            >Oh great, you were going to have to explain sex to your mother

                                            >What a perfect way to spend an afternoon

                                            >Although...

                                            >A terrible idea formed in your mind, so awful that you felt physically ill for even thinking it

                                            >But the more you thought, the more it seemed not so terrible

                                            >After all

                                            >You really did love your mommy

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                                            >You take a deep breath and use your hoof to lift her chin, and with it her gaze, to meet her eyes

                                            >Those eyes shone with an innocence like that of a young filly

                                            "When a stallion really likes a mare his, uh, boy part gets bigger. And if the mare likes the stallion too, her girl parts will start getting wet too."

                                            >Your sweet mothers muzzle scrunched in confusion

                                            >"Like when I wet the bed? But there's no stallion that I like there, so that can't be it."

                                            >You stroke her cheek with your other forehoof

                                            "No mom, not like that. It's a different kind of wet, and you start getting a weird, twisty feeling in your guts, and you start getting really warm too."

                                            >Her mouth forms a small "O" as what you're saying starts to sink in

                                            >"So what do you do when you really like a mare? Why would my girl part get wet, and why does a boy part get bigger?"

                                            >You give her a weak smile

                                            >You muster all the courage you can, then you take the plunge

                                            "Uh, how about I show you, mom? It's better that way, and I promise it feels really nice."

                                            >Your mother gapes at you, her golden, crooked eyes wide in surprise

                                            >"Y-you like me, Anonymous? B-but you take care of me and stuff. Why do you like me?"

                                            >You wait a moment, forming he answer in your mind before speaking

                                            "It's more than like, mom. I love you, like really, really love you. And if it's okay with you, I'd like to be your special somepony. I know you may not be oka--."

                                            >You're cut off as your mom tackles you in a crushing hug, squeezing the very breath from your lungs

                                            >"Yes, Anonymous, yes I'll be your special somepony!"

                                            >You can only hug her back

                                            >And, of course, let your erection be squished between your two bodies

                                            >Your mothers soft coat caresses your member, which secretes a small amount of precum, making a small, damp patch where the tip is crushed between your abdomens

                                            >She looks down at the sizeable cock sandwiched between your embracing forms

                                            >"S-so that means you really do like me, Anonymous?"

                                            >You grin at her and boop your muzzle against hers

                                            "That's only part of it. Here's another bit."

                                            >You kiss her mouth fiercely, invading the orifice with your tongue and swirling around, running its tip over her molars and along her cheek

                                            >You can taste the breakfast you made for her not a half-hour ago, the sugar from the oatsmeal and the flavouring you had put in the muffin, cinnamon and carrot

                                            >When you broke the kiss, you found your mother staring at into your eyes, her own gilded orbs half-lidded and filled to the brim with love for you

                                            >You leaned back on her bed, laying your head down on her pillow

                                            >You had relocated here after you had formulated your plan, deciding she would be more comfortable in her own room rather than yours

                                            >Your mom remained sitting upright on your belly, confused by your relaxing of posture

                                            >"Is something wrong?"

                                            >You stroke her foreleg to reassure her

                                            "No, not at all. Here, let me just do something..."

                                            >You trail off and lift her bottom a couple inches from your belly and slide your cock under her diaper covered marehood

                                            >The crinkling material of the diaper feels amazing on your dick, and does nothing to insulate the heat now radiating from your mothers marehood

                                            >She starts rubbing back and forth on your erection, biting her lower lip as she does so, eyes screwed tightly shut

                                            >You let out a small moan, her attention causing more precum to leak from the tip and onto your belly

                                            >But your mother, bless her, gasps in concern, afraid she hurt you

                                            >"Did I do something wrong, Anonymous?"

                                            >You're quick to reassure her

                                            "No, that just feels so good. Here, I can make it even better for the both of us. Turn around and bend over."

                                            >She follows your instructions, putting her diapered plot in front of your muzzle, her tail lifted out of the way

                                            >"Like this, Anonymous?"

                                            >You get to work taking off her diaper as you speak in a soothing tone

                                            "Yeah, there you go. Here let me get this off you."

                                            >The diaper comes away, a string of lubricant clinging to the material and stemming from the inviting, moist folds of her vagina

                                            >You take hold of her hips and bring her back down on your shaft, more rough than you had meant to be

                                            >Though shaken, your mother was quick to resume her previous rhythm on your dick, sliding up and down, lubing it for what you planned next

                                            "Okay mom, stand up please."

                                            >She complies, such an obedient mare

                                            >You take your moistened shaft in your hooves and stand it upright, prodding your mothers wet passage

                                            "Now just sit down on it, I've lined it up for you."

                                            >She looks at you with fear in her skewn eyes

                                            >"Will it hurt, Anonymous?"

                                            >You notice her clit winking in and out of her near dripping marehood and your dick twitches at the slight stimulation of the touch from it on your flare

                                            "No mom, I promise it'll feel great. Just sit down."

                                            >So she does

                                            >But far too quickly

                                            >You hilt immediately and your mother cries out, from pain or pleasure you're not sure

                                            "Mom! Are you okay?"

                                            >She responds with a guttural moan that makes it clear she's enjoying herself too much to be bothered to speak to you

                                            >That's totally fine, she didn't need to speak, just enjoy herself

                                            >You grabbed her hips with your hooves and begin lifting her up, only to slam her back down when you've nearly exited her

                                            >She squeals with delight at the sensations that are entirely alien to her give her pleasure beyond belief, beyond words

                                            >Two more repetitions of going from tip to hilt make her climax

                                            >Her body is gripped in the throes of pleasure, her vagina muscles grip your erection like a vise as you continue pounding away at her soft marehood

                                            >Mare cum gushes from her vagina in a torrent, soaking your crotches and the sheets beneath you

                                            >You can feel yourself approaching your own orgasm as her winking button slides on your sensitive flare when you near the outside

                                            "Mommy, I'm gonna cum!"

                                            >Still panting from her orgasm, your mother leans down and presses her mouth to yours, her tongue clumsily wrestling with your in a sloppy kiss

                                            >It pushes you over the brink and the most intense orgasm of your life makes your head spin in a rapturous buzz

                                            >You fill her with your seed, sending spurt after wonderful spurt into her womb in the throes of ecstasy

                                            >You pull out of your mother, being careful to continue the kiss that brought you to your peak

                                            >Your softening cock slaps against your inner thigh, bringing you back to the present

                                            >You break the kiss with your mother and sit up, bringing her with you

                                            >"Anonymous, that was...wow."

                                            >She's still breathless from the invasion of such new feelings of pleasure

                                            "Yeah, that's a good way to describe it."

                                            >She lays her head down on the pillow next to you, sliding her body off of yours

                                            >You lay down next to her, meeting her crooked, sleepy gaze full of love

                                            >Love for you

                                            >"I feel kinda tired. Can we go to the park tomorrow instead?"

                                            >You smile at the perfect mare laying in front of you, only too happy with her

                                            "Of course we can go, mom."

                                            >Her own smile could light up the entire Everfree Forest

                                            >"Yay...I love the park."

                                            >She yawns and her eyes droop ever lower

                                            >Before she completely nods off though, she says four words

                                            >Four words that make you the happiest colt in Equestria and feel completely justified

                                            >"I love you...Anonymous."

                                            >For a while, her quiet snores are the only noise in the room

                                            >You start to nod off too, youw own eyelids growing too heavy to hold up anymore

                                            >But you're still concious enough to speak, just before falling asleep next to the mare that gave you life

                                            "I love you too, mommy."