Rarity Mom the incest writer


                                            >Be Rarity's son

                                            >Living with her at her boutique

                                            >She mostly just does her clothes designing, but sometimes says she does some writing on the side

                                            >Though you've never actually seen her write anything

                                            >You haven't been very curious about it because you aren't much of a reader

                                            >Even if you were you imagine her writing one of those romance novels women like

                                            >You just hope it's not some god awful trash like the Twilight Saga

                                            >Not to be confused the the autobiography about Twilight Sparkle

                                            >Which you heard is actually good

                                            >The only times you have actually gotten curious was when you seriously wondered if she is writing anything

                                            >Not just saying she is to sound more smart and sophisticated

                                            >You actually wouldn't put it past her to do that

                                            >She really does like to put on an air of super refined high class

                                            >Though when actively trying to catch her writing anything got difficult you give up

                                            >Since you don't actually care that much

                                            >Then in the middle of the night one time you wake up feeling absolutely parched

                                            >Heading to the kitchen for water you see Mom's door open

                                            >Soft light pouring out from the cracked opening

                                            >Walking closer you hear her talking too

                                            >Like she's reading something aloud to herself

                                            >Closer still you hear the clacking of keys on a keyboard

                                            >You also hear both her's and your names

                                            >Now you're so curious you forget about getting water

                                            >Going right up to the door you peak in

                                            >Mom is at her computer writing something and reading it aloud to herself as she writes

                                            >"Hahaha! I have captured your mother to force her to wed me because I am evil, and I also suck ass! What are you going to do about it Anon?"

                                            >Sounds really corny, but why have her be your mother in the story too?

                                            >"You'd better not do anything to her, or I'll slay you where you stand! Also sucking ass is gross."

                                            >"I only suck ass metaphorically!"

                                            >You almost laugh, but stop yourself in order to not give yourself away

                                            >From there it seems like a standard 'save the damsel in distress' thing besides the relationship

                                            >At least until after her version of you in the story saves her

                                            >Saying you're going to get married because you saved her

                                            >Then she has you two in the story strip down to have sex

                                            >A drastic turn you weren't expecting for sure

                                            >"He then picks up the soft and curvy body of his mother. In a manhandling and lurid fashion since he owns her in every sense."

                                            >Your ears burn as her voice gets hot from what she's writing

                                            >"Then he unceremoniously slams her down on his cock. Filling her pussy with his perfectly sized length which was made just for her."

                                            >Feeling yourself get hard despite thinking you shouldn't, and that you shouldn't even be hearing this

                                            >"Finally he fucks her so hard... So hard... I don't even know."

                                            >She deletes that last part to try again

                                            >"No... No, that's no good."

                                            >She thinks about it

                                            >"There's got to be something good for this part, but what? It's got to be steam, and raunchy!"

                                            >She rubes her temple with both hands wracking her brain


                                            >Until she gives up and calls it a night

                                            >Saving her work before turning off the computer monitor

                                            >Then going to bed as you sit there shocked

                                            >After you're sure she's asleep you get an idea

                                            >You grab a flash drive before heading into Mom's room

                                            >Sneaking over to her computer you turn the monitor back on

                                            >It's easy to underestimate how bright a computer monitor actually is

                                            >Despite being fully asleep earlier Mom wakes up

                                            >Catching you at her computer

                                            >"Just what do you think you're doing, darling?"

                                            >Asking you pointedly as you're like a deer caught in headlights

                                            >Then notices the flash drive, and the computer showing the folder where she had her writing still

                                            >"Were you trying to get a copy of my writing?!"

                                            >She asks loudly with conflicting emotions

                                            >Shock, anger, worry, and other things all mixed in

                                            >You feel the need to counter

                                            "Just what are you doing writing about us fucking?!"

                                            >Her eyes go wide as she tries to come up with a way to answer that

                                            >"If you know that then why do you want it?!"

                                            >Firing back as now you're on the defensive

                                            >You have no idea how to answer that without sounding like a huge pervert

                                            >Actually you're not sure why you did it yourself

                                            >Not having thought far enough ahead to actually know what you would have done with it after having it

                                            >She then looks down and sees a tent in your pajama pants

                                            >Looking back up at you seeming unsure of something

                                            >"Why don't you... Could you come over here for a second?"

                                            >She then pulls the sheets off herself revealing her laying in her bed wearing her silky almost see through nightgown

                                            >Almost but not quite

                                            >Beckoning you over as you slowly inch towards her

                                            >Once you reach her she pulls you onto the bed with her

                                            >Embracing you before kissing you

                                            >Deeply and passionately as your mind drowns in what you're feeling

                                            >You end up on top as she wraps herself around you, and you dry hump without thinking

                                            >Then she reaches down to pull your pajama pants and underwear down

                                            >The next time you hump your dick pushes right into a tight wetness that clamps down on you

                                            >Two realizations dawn on you as Mom moans out loudly

                                            >One is that she didn't have underwear on, and the second is that you're inside her

                                            >She tightens her legs around you while reaching up and grabbing the top of her mattress

                                            >You're fucking her hard and fast unable to stop

                                            >The feeling so amazing you practically don't care it's your mother you're doing this with

                                            >Her moans so loud you hope the neighbors don't hear it

                                            >Finally you feel yourself about to cum

                                            >You try to pull out, but Mom's legs pull you back in

                                            >Hilting in her and being held in by her legs makes you go over the edge

                                            >Pumping your spunk into her as she shuddered while sounding like it was the best feeling ever

                                            >Then perhaps realizing she wasn't supposed to want that looking embarrassed

                                            >Though still holding you in place with her legs

                                            "So uhmmm... What now?"

                                            >You ask awkwardly as she thinks

                                            >Then kisses you

                                            >"Could you help me with my writing, darling?"


                                            >Like it's about her writing

                                            >Also it feels very different to be called 'darling' after what just happened

                                            >You know she calls practically everyone darling, but if still feels different now

                                            >Mom seems puzzled by your reaction

                                            >"What's the matter, darling?"

                                            "it just... Feels different to be called 'darling' now. After, well, this..."

                                            >She blushes deeply while looking away

                                            >"I guess it could be said you're my darling now... Which I wouldn't make my own son be! Unless you want to be?"

                                            >Sounding unsure of herself and flip flopping while making her actual desire known

                                            >You don't want to answer that

                                            >Especially not having it in you to say 'yes, I want to be your darling'

                                            >Still inside her and almost feeling your spunk inside her womb you remember something

                                            "It's a safe day... Right?"

                                            >Mom looks even more away from direct eye contact

                                            >"If I get pregnant I can model my own maternity clothes..."

                                            >She muses while absolutely not giving you any confidence

                                            >Then looking back at you with a seductive glare

                                            >"Since it's too late to worry about that... Would you help me with my writing, darling?"

                                            >Being called darling again makes your heart race

                                            "How would I do that?"

                                            >You ask while feeling like you could guess

                                            >"We could try different positions to help me write about them in detail~."

                                            >As in more sex?

                                            "You m-mean... More of this?!"

                                            >She looks at you like she's disappointed

                                            >"Of course we're going to change it up. Writing about just missionary position would be boring!"

                                            >Letting go of you with her legs finally before pushing you off

                                            >Then going to a pull up bar in her room for exercise before beckoning

                                            >Lowering the bar to chest level before having you pick her up by the legs

                                            >Holding herself a little to make it easier on you to hold her

                                            >Going by instinct you lower her onto your dick

                                            >"Yes! That's it! Thrust up while moving me with your arms!"

                                            >She directs you while starting to moan again

                                            >You start thrusting up into her while lifting her up and letting her fall

                                            >It's not long before you realize this'll really wear you out

                                            >Not only that but your shaft feels sensitive from earlier

                                            >It's not as long as the first time before you cum again

                                            >Pushing more into her with her all the way down on it

                                            >Mom practically chewing her lip before directing you again

                                            >"Now reach your arms up and grab my head to really manhandle me!"

                                            >You try doing what she said with a nearly blank mind

                                            >Managing to do it, but now you're taking on her full weight because she can't hold onto the bar

                                            >Holding her like this you feel in control despite doing this because she said to

                                            >Thrusting up into her while bouncing her you feel like you're running on steam

                                            >Yet it's so mind blowingly good you want to exhaust every last bit of your stamina

                                            >Then when you came in her a third time you were truly spent

                                            >Your legs wobbling before buckling under you

                                            >Falling back onto the floor with Mom on top of you

                                            >"Absolute perfection, darling!"

                                            >Mom praises you with a look of rapt pleasure on her face