ROTFL: MAO!

[Norgarth]

from an AnimeAddventure episode,
http://addventure.bast-enterprises.de/237340.html

Sighing, Ranma knew he was going to regret this immensely. Resigning himself to cleaning the woman, his hands, still holding the towels, slide his hands around her torso, moving along the rib-cage, right to the sternum.

Must not look, must not look, must not look... the pigtailed martial artist thought bitterly as he cleaned his mother. After all, who could resist their mother asking for help... aside from lonely men who ran hotels and liked drag?

He was not Konatsu!

“Sure, Mom,” he finally verbally replied. As he said such, his fingers dug deep into flesh, working to make them erase their tenseness! As a dutiful son, he would do what was necessary to save his mother, even from stress knots!

Sadly for him, Nodoka could direct him to fight those—or what she claimed was those—anywhere. “Ooooh... that’s it, my manly son...” the woman cooed. “A little higher, please... I have quite a bit that needs washing.”

Eyes watering—and not because there was soap in them—a resigned and soon to be mentally-scarred Ranma resigned himself to what needed to be done. His hands came up beneath his mother’s breasts, getting behind them and cleaning into where they were press against her chest.

The woman's moans were quite the happy sort. “Yes... j-just like that, Ranma... clean nicely and then clean over.”

Ignoring the growls he had come to associate with the Neko-Ken being crowded by new mental trauma demanding room, he continued to work, slowly inching upward.

Going higher, he worked to relieve her stress, and Kami help him, his middle right fingernail caught a nipple.

“OH YE~EEEAAAAH!”

And the Neko-Ken growled louder as it was pushed back to mental balcony seating.

“Oh, oh Ranma... just like that, just like THAT!” she praised him, raising her arms up and wrapping them behind his head, keeping her son pressed to her. “Please... work mommy’s tits... mommy has dirty, dirty breasts... make sure they’re nice and clean...”

Ranma whimpered, his hands continuing to move over his mother’s mammaries.

The woman smiled wider. “Ranma...” she cooed her son’s name.

The martial artist visibly shivered. Kami-sama, that was a seven! A SEVEN! It only got that bad when one of his rivals came at him with a new technique and/or power-up! “Y-yes?”

“Lose the towels and work the soap in with your hands...” she kissed his cheek. “Please.”

Feeling a bit of himself die on the inside—and the Neko-Ken run through the doors of the balcony seating and try to get past the popcorn vendors—he did as told. After all, Mommy knew best... and had a sharp sword to gut you like a tuna if she felt you weren’t being manly.

So, closing his eyes, uttering a prayer, and mentally repeating, ‘they’re just like mine’ Ranma dropped the wash cloth and... groped Mama

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"I've always wanted to be somebody, but I should have been more specific." - George Carlin