Incest Thread-Rarimom BJ by Anonymous


                                            >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."