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>Even if your mom was fat, there was no way you were going to say that to her, you would do anything to keep from seeing her cry.
>Yeah, you were a bit of a momma’s boy.
>Your mother’s eyes flashed with something at your words, but you didn’t pick up on it.
>Celly: “They’re just jealous? Oh, aren’t my sisters so cruel?”
>Pulling you into a hug, Celestia purrs happily, her huge tits squishing into you as she whispers a question into your ear.
>Celly: “Though, I have to ask sunshine, jealous of what?”
>Your mom tries to keep the smugness out of her voice, holding you tight as the question lingers.
“W-Well…”
>Celly: “Hmm?”
>Her breath tickled your ear as she waited.
“They’re jealous of…”
>Celly: “Be honest now sunshine, if you are, maybe I will show you that little gold number~”
>Swallowing dryly, you continue.
“They’re jealous of your curves, mommy.”
>Celestia’s chuckle reverberates in her chest as she whispers hotly into your ear.
>Celly: “You mean they’re jealous of my huge fucking tits and fat fucking ass, right?~”
>Your mom almost never ever swore, so to hear her speaking so crassly gave you an instant throbbing erection.
“Y-Yeah.”
>Your mother really liked playing the cute and kind innocent bimbo mom, but there was a predator underneath, one she very rarely let out.
>Standing up, your mom looks down at you through her cleavage, her eyes having a sharpness to them they didn’t before.
>Celly: “Come now sunshine, why don’t we go to the changing booth?”
>Taking your hand, Celestia nabs something off a nearby rack and leads you down the aisle, your legs on autopilot as she brings you to the booth.
>Pushed inside, you bump into someone who was already changing in there.
>OM: “Anonymous? You must be more careful and watch where you’re going.”
>Octavia’s posh british accent takes you out of the little daze you were in, the girl half dressed in a purple one piece swimsuit, her boobs still out.
“Sorry Octy, I was just-”
>Celly: “Hello Octavia, oh my you look so cute! Anywho, I’m very sorry but would you mind if my son and I used this booth for a moment? We’ll only be a minute or two.”
>Nodding with a blush, Octavia pulls the straps of her one piece over her shoulders and walks out.
>OM: “Thank you aunt Celestia, and of course, take all the time you need, I was just leaving to see what my sister’s opinions were.”
>Once she was gone, your mother wasted no time in turning around and raising her hair out of the way to show you her back.
>Celly: “Would you mind undressing me dear?”
>Reaching up with shaking hands, you fumble at your mother’s top.
“S-Sure.”
>As soon as you unclasped the sturdy back clip of her top, a pair of heavy flops sounded out in the room.
>Knowing exactly where they came from, you took the huge bikini top off your mother, hanging it on one of the hooks on the wall.