Mommashy will always love you

>”Do you need anything else before I go sweetie?”

“Thanks mom, but I’ll *cough*, I’ll be okay. Really *cough*.”

>Fluttershy tucks you under the covers before wrapping her arms around you and kissing you on your forehead

>Her mane cascades across your face, the smell of sweet hay filling your nostrils

“Mooooooooooooooom.”

>”Okay honey, if you need anything let Angel bunny know and he’ll get me. Momma loves you!”

>She flitters out of the room but pops her head back in.

>" Anything baby! I mean it okay? Are you comfortable enough?”

“*cough* Okay mom, I promise if I need anything I’ll ask. But doesn’t Mrs. Woodchuck need you right now?”

>She gasps and flies by to give you one last kiss before rushing out the door while calling out “Anything!” at the top of her lungs

>Good thing woodchucks can’t count how much wood they could chuck, giving you an hour or two before Mom gets back

>You look expectantly at the bunny sitting at the end of your quilt, who points to the bell on the dresser beside you before hopping downstairs

>Angel bunny was like a brother to you

>Yes he could be the biggest pain in the world, but he always had your back when you need it

>Which right now meant keeping the animals out of your room and playing lookout for Mom

>Today is a great day

>Being “sick” means no school, no chores, and with Mom gone, no interruptions

>You take your issue of Mare Monthly from the box under the bed and flip to your favorite sections

>It was an older issue, but damn that flank!

>Your favorite was a mystery mare known as Madame Butterfly

>They always covered her cutie mark and face up through the angles, but that wasn’t what you were looking for

>In this issue she was wearing a leather catskin suit, her pink tail lifted to expose her marehood pressed against the suit

>Every inch outlined but hidden from sight

>You begin to rub faster thinking about the treasure hidden behind that thin black layer

>The next page had her flank lifted up, a butterfly cut out to expose only her yellow lips, dripping with juice

>Her tight curves trying to bust out with all the attention focused right on her exposed privates

>You bite your lip to stifle a moan as you get closer before Angel comes busting into your room

>You hear the downstairs door open and you try and stuff everything back under the bed

>Barely managing to press your diamond hard erection between your legs you lay down on your side to prevent Mom from seeing anything

>”I was able to finish early so I thought maybe you would like some soup. How does that sound?”

>Normally she has the face of an angel, but when she flutters into the room all you can think about is how close you were

>”Baby are you alright? You look feverish.”

>She places her hoof on your forehead and looks down at you concerned

>”Oh my! You’re burning up! Let Momma make it all better baby.”

>You squirm as she hugs you to prevent her from feeling how much her baby has grown, but this only adds more stimulation to your already throbbing boner

>”Want me to get your favorite teddy?”

>She floats to the chest across from your bed full of toys you haven’t played with for years, but that she holds onto for sentimental reasons

>She reaches deep into the chest humming while she works

>Without thinking she raises her flanks and tail, while you notice something seems

>familiar

>Normally nudity isn’t important in Equestria, but at this moment it allows you to take in every detail

>Every detail you’ve already memorized from your magazine

>Oh sweet Celestia don’t let it be so

>”Oh baby you look like you’re about to throw up. Should I get a trashcan?’

“No”

>You manage to whisper as you curl around the teddy bear she gives you before kissing you on the cheek

>”The animals have all been fed so why don’t I sit hear and read to you? Won’t that be fun?”

>She spends the rest of the day with you; accidentally giving you peaks of her supple flanks and privates

>Staring into your eyes as she spoon feds you soup before you blush and look away from her

>Cuddling against you with her soft skin, singing you a lullaby to get you to drift to sleep

>The next day you magically are feeling much better, more than willing to go to school and get out of the house

>You spend most of the day hanging out with your friends, trying to keep your mind away from thoughts like Mom saddling your face and

>”Are you okay sweetie? You seem…….distracted.”

>It’s suppertime and you’ve managed to spend the entire evening in silence, barely making eye contact while Mom tells you about the new baby bunnies

“Huh? Yeah. I’m fine. No problems. Noooooope. I’m good. Really!”

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>”Oh, okay. Just know that you can tell me anything, okay baby? Mommy will always love you.”

>She’s beside you now and wrapped her arms around you, that sweet scent you’ve always associated with safety bringing new, confusing emotions

“I love you too Mom.”

>The next week is like that.

>Affection you once embraced now makes you feel flushed, her kisses and hugs making you need to be off on your on

>Evening cuddles or offering to help you wash your back making you blush and make excuses

>One evening you fly into your room to avoid meeting her at the door

>You collapse on the bed and try to get the thought of her running her tongue up and down your shaft out of your head

>Looking up at you with her big blue eyes and telling you what a good boy you are

>You start to sneak to the bathroom to splash cold water on your face before you hear talking from downstairs

>”Oh Rarity, I just don’t know what to do. We used to be so close and now I feel like he doesn’t want anything to do with me. Maybe I’ve been too clingy.”

>”Darling you can’t be so hard on yourself. At a certain age colts start acting like they’re too old for mummy’s affections anymore. I know my son went though a little phase like that.”

>”How did you handle it?”

>”Oh. Umm, truthfully we………..found, accidentally, a common interest I didn’t know we had. And that caused us to grow closer.”

>”I just wish he would talk to me. Or at least look me in the eye.”

>You never wanted her to feel like this. You loved her more than anything.

>You were just afraid you loved her too much.

>Maybe you could get over these feelings

 

 

 

>Your darling little colt has a problem

>Once your sweet little prince would open up to you all about his day

>His dreams, desires, the two of you would cuddle together while you would tell him a bedtime story

>But now he won’t even look you in the eye

>Rarity suggested that the two of you find a hobby

>You asked what she and her son did but she dodged the question and began to suggest ideas that you and your baby boy could do together

>Truthfully the two of you already did everything you could together so now you’ve decided to go looking for interests he might not have told you

>You’ve always respected his privacy, but right now you are looking around his room for new ideas

>His books, and sporting equipment, you wouldn’t go through his drawers of course, but maybe under his bed

>Oooooh, a secret box

>Angel bunny tries to take it away from you, but while when he tries to grab it he accidentally tips knocks to the floor where its contents spill out

“Oh my. He really is growing up, isn’t he? I wonder if there is a girl in class, and that’s why he’s been so embarrassed.”

>Curiosity overwhelms you as you pick up a magazine you recognize from your modeling days.

>They promised complete privacy and you needed the money

> As a matter of fact, you think you modeled for all of these

>But that’s just a coincidence no doubt.

>You gently nudge it open to a dog-eared page where

>OCELESTIANO

>”Mom!”

>You look behind you to see your son, a look of pure horror on his face,

>You think tears are beginning to well up in his eyes

 

>After class you decided to race home

>Once you burnt the magazines

>Scratch that, once you ripped out the parts with your Mom in it

>You could put all of this behind you

>No longer would you have dreams where she guided you through your first time

>Or spanked you and called you a naughty boy

>Or tied you down and licked chocolate syrup off every inch of your body

>That one required a VERY long shower

>You run upstairs you see your Mom wide eyed at your collection

“Mom!”

>She turns to you, covering her mouth with her hoof

>She must be ashamed

>She probably hates you and thinks you’re a filthy pervert

“I..*sniff*

>Oh not now

>You try to explain how you didn’t know, you were going to get rid of them, but between your sobs you can barely from a coherent speech

>You can’t even look at her for fear of what contempt her eyes hold

“Please…*sniff*..don’t hate me *sob*”

>You feel your body tremble as you force the words out of your mouth

 

>Your feel your body pulled into her arms, her scent filling clouding your mind

>”I will always love you. Forever and ever, my darling you’ll be. Never forget that sweetie.”

>You cry into her mane and return her hug

>Relieved, confused, and wondering what will happen next