Here's a little incest while that other story is under way.
>You sit at the kitchen table and eat your breakfast.
>Sliced bread, cheese, and milk.
>It’s early morning, just before heading for school.
>You watch your mother, Rarity, trotting around the kitchen as she prepares something for herself.
>Humming a simple melody.
>She has her back turned to you, though.
>Or her rear end, actually.
>But you don’t really mind.
>The fillies your own age at school could be very pretty.
>But older mares, like your teacher Cheerilee, are a little more interesting.
>There’s something about their bigger, grown bodies…
>And your mother has a body like that too, of course.
>You feel your little rod begin to press against your pants.
>Uh oh.
>Pressing your thighs together fails to hide it and only pushes it harder against your pants.
>You resort to “casually” putting a hand over it.
>Rarity turns around.
>”So, dear, how ar-”
>She stares.
>At your crotch.
>And then frowns with disapproval.
>Goddammit…
>”No, no, no! Already? It’s almost time for school!”
“S-sorry, I couldn’t help it.”
>She sighs and trots over to you.
>”I’ll take care of it. Just sit still.”
>With magic, she moves your chair away from the table and begins unzipping your pants.
>You frantically try to stop the zipper with your hands, embarrassment colouring your face red.
“No, wait, it’s okay!”
>”No, it’s not, sweety. I can’t have you flaunting your thing here in school.”
>Your feeble fingers are powerless against your mother’s magic and the zipper comes down.
>”Your filly friends may be at that age where they take this as a compliment. But, goodness, the teachers would never calm down.”
>You then feel her magic grasp your most private part and pull it out of its cover.
>You can’t resist gasping at the intimate contact.
>Rarity smiles at your reaction.
>”Honey, we’ve done this before. You know I’ll take good care of you.”
