>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."