Button stretched out in his bed, smiling when he brushed against Brass, who lay curled up beside him. Looking over to her, he looked over her peaceful face, and lightly brushed the back of his hand across the carved features of the mare. It was hard to think that it was such a short time since she first arrived in the house, but she seemed like an indispensable portion of household life - that or Button was just easily attached to ponies.

Brass stirred, opening her green eyes that shimmered in love, a smile tugging at the mare's lips. Button felt incredibly that Cress had agreed to let him have Brass in his life. Any time he thought of it, Button could barely think of Brass as a slave - sure he'd have her suck him off whenever he wanted and would fuck her at his leisure, but beyond that they just played games together and had fun. Whenever his mom asked Brass to do something, Button would usually be right behind her to help, and not just to look at her caboose, but also because if both of them did it, the task would be done faster and she and Button could get back to whatever fun activities they were doing before.

"Hi, Button." She said in her rough, yet strangely soothing voice. That was another reason she didn't feel like a slave to him, he had dispensed with the 'Master' talk outside of when they were doing sexual stuff. It certainly made things easier, though his mom still wanted her to call her 'Mistress' even when it was just in casual conversation.

"Hey, Brass." Button said, his hand leaving her face, only for her to quickly snatch it before it got too far, and gently move it back to her face. Button smirked, continuing to essentially pet her face with the back of his hand.

"Anything fun planned for today?" She asked, giving a gentle stretch, which ended with her getting a tad closer to the colt. Button looked of to the side in thought.

"Not particularly... maybe see if Cress has anything planned?" Button mused. They had spent most of yesterday playing his surprisingly small collection of games - small only because he didn't bring out the ones he had deemed subpar bonding material.

"I'm up for whatever you want to do, just lead the way." She said, leaning forward and planting a kiss on Button's lips. No awkwardness flared in him as he leaned into it, even letting her tongue explore the inside of his mouth. He might've gained a good deal of confidence, but he wasn't at the point where he could move his tongue into her mouth quite yet, but having her snake her tongue into his mouth felt so good. Almost as good on an emotional level as the sensation of her grabbing his dick as they continued to kiss - though Button wouldn't lie that the dick touch felt a good bit more exciting.

Her hard, calloused hand ran over his dick, a type of different feeling from the soft hands of most of the ponies who had jerked him off under his control that he couldn't help but find it somewhat more pleasurable for the distinction. He broke the kiss, placing his forehead against hers, simply happy to be with her, the hand job doing something for it, but not much honestly.

"Do you want to stick this somewhere?" She asked coyly. Button smiled at her, and then, using all the strength he could muster, flipped her onto her back, setting himself on top of her, placing his hands on either side of her head. Looking down at her, he gave her a quick peck before he lined himself up with her assistance. Slowly sliding in, both pones groaned in pleasure as he slowly found his rhythm and began to pump properly.

He had done her plenty of times, but each time had been just as wonderful an experience, extending beyond the pure carnal pleasure and touching both of them on an even expanding emotional level, each thrust an expression of their growing love that had begun to develop ever since they first encountered each other. Button leaned down and kissed her once more, relishing the moment as she prodded her tongue against his, wrapping and coiling about as he continued to drive in and out of her.

Each thrust brought them closer, and as pleasure rose, Button drove in harder and faster, each smack of skin against skin giving a pleasant retort with less and less time between each clap as the two ponies not only fucked, but made love - true impassioned love seasoned lightly with just the right amount of lust. Each thrust, each kiss, each moan all came together to be their chorus of love as each pump of him inside of Brass brought them ever closer, both to orgasm and to each other.

As their love making drew on, Button felt himself growing close, as did Brass. Grabbing his rear, Brass forced him down one more time, and with a scream of ecstasy, they yelled the other pony's name, releasing their orgasms as Button bottomed out in Brass. The moments following, the blissful afterglow consuming them, felt like a blissful eternity, the two ponies breathing heavily as they hugged each other close, enjoying the warmth of the other pony. Button raised his head to look at Brass' face, smiling stupidly before leaning down to kiss her once more, letting her tongue flick about his mouth as he basked in the passion.

A gentle tapping came to the door, breaking their attention, and their kiss, that had been focused on the other. "Ms Brass, if you're done attending Button, I could use you in the shower for my morning massage." Button's mom called through the door. Button chuckled, kissing the mare one more time before pushing up to let her escape him. Brass slipped out from under him, slipping on her panties so that Button's cream wouldn't leak across the ground. Opening the door, she bowed her head.

"I'm ready to serve, Mistress." She said in her way that excited Button all over again. He wished he didn't have to share her with his mom, but at least his mom wouldn't keep her too long - only about half an hour to forty-five minutes.

"Button, you can join us if you want." His mom said. His dick twitched beneath the sheets, begging him to say yes to the offer, desperate to see the two mares soaking wet together. The rest of him, though deprived of blood that was currently still rushing to his lower areas, had other ideas, namely how wrong incest was still.

"I'll take my own shower with her when you are finished. Just don't steal all of the hot water this time - it switched to cold halfway through yesterday." Button said, already situating himself in his bed for a quick calm down wank while his mom and slave went at it in the shower.

"Only way to make sure you get a hot shower is to be the first." His mom said, her tone laced with her smile that he didn't have to look over to see. "Invitation still stands."

"You go on ahead." Button replied, fairly certain the only reason such an offer would be made was because Brass was in the mix.

"Alright, if you insist." Cream Heart said finally, closing the door to her son's room. Looking at their slave Brass, she smiled, nodding for her to follow her. Instead of stopping at the shower and bathroom halfway down the hall, Cream Heart guided her slave down further to her room, more specifically, her on suite bathtub that had water jets and a bubbler.

Shivering as she walked barefooted onto the very cold tiles of her bathroom, she almost shirked off her bathrobe, but then simply spread her arms, letting Brass take it off of her. Brass smiled gently at this, taking it as the sign of affection that Cream Heart intended to let her remove her mistress' bathrobe.

Stepping around to the front, Brass knelt down and, with more care than necessary, undid the knot that held the robe together, and let the two strips of cloth fall to the side, held to the robe by thin loops that they fed through. Standing up, without spreading the two sides open, she stepped around to the back again and slowly slid the left side off of her lady's shoulder, and then the right, revealing the anticipated lack of a bra. Cream Heart moved her arms to stick out behind her towards Brass, who lightly grabbed the wrists of the robe, and allowed her mistress to simply step out of the robe. Turning about with the robe, not even having looked at her mistress' nude form, the slave pony took care to hang the robe neatly across some hooks on the wall before turning to face her lady.

Cream Heart stood there, completely nude, her prodigious breasts well above the size of Brass' modest pair. "You may take off those panties now, slave." She said, letting a tad bit of an edge touch her voice as she got into the spirit of things. Brass bowed her head in submission, and then, hooking her fingers around the hem of her panties, pulled them off completely, setting them to the side, not daring to put them in the same hamper as her mistress' clothes. Cream Heart quickly closed the distance, pressing her breasts against her slave's as she brought one arm around her back to hold her close, and the other swiped across Brass' cunt that was still dripping sensually. Lifting the off white cream on her fingers to her inspection, she seemed to consider in for a few moments. "So this is Button's cum?" She said as if examining some odd tincture that she had found in an apothecary.

"Yes, Mistress, it is Master's cum. We fucked as soon as we woke up." Brass reported. Cream nodded her head, and then stuck her cum coated fingers into her mouth, licking them clean, savoring the forbidden flavor.

“Mmm... it's even better than his father’s.” She moaned, cursing, and yet blessing, the day the stallion had found a prettier thing than her. Well maybe not prettier, but certainly bustier - the silicon slut. Getting a devilish smile, Cream pressed the slave against the wall, planting a kiss on her lips, swapping a bit of her son's cum into the slut's mouth. Brass took the morsel in quickly, running it over her tongue multiple times before swallowing. Cream smiled, retreating from the kiss to begin kissing her lower and lower. Trailing from her lips, to her cheek, to a small grouping on her neck, down her collar bone, over her breast - where she stayed long enough to tease the nipple with her tongue - down her midriff, across her belly button, and then just above her still dripping honey pot.

Kneeling in front of the dripping pussy, Cream licked her lips, before planting a long kiss on the cunt. Backing away, she licked her lips, the more pungent addition of Brass' juice coming through as she savored the flavor. She had to have more! Diving in, she wrapped her arms around the sultry slave's waist and pressed her face into her crotch, the bottom in her coming out full force. It was a shame that Button didn't take after his father in how he acted with her, but perhaps that was for the best. He had brought home this delicious slut of a slave and had let her share in the spoils, so that in the least was good. What he hadn't counted on was her long seated desire to see exactly how her son's dick had grown - followed shortly thereafter by riding it.

Cream Heart was a slut through and through, and no boundaries would stop that - no boundaries except her submissive tendencies that made her not want to enforce her will on her son, who in her mind, would obviously one day awaken to her sluttiness and take her and make her as much a slave as the mare she ate out. It would be wonderful! Button would fuck her and this slut daily. They'd be slave sisters! Oh that would be so wonderful!

Brass was sweet and yet salty with an excellent tang, and the still very present taste of her son - the very image of his father - was driving her mad. It was perfect! If only she could suck his dick and get it fresh. No, if only he would fuck her! He'd fuck Brass in front of her and yet he'd never ask her if she'd like to be fucked! At least now she could taste him, but even so, it was mixed with this amazonian mare's own flavor.

'If only Button were as domineering as his father, then we could fuck and fuck and I'd wake him up every morning with a blowjob and pancakes and we'd be so close! I could even have foals again!' Cream Heart moaned at the thought into Brass' pussy, which sent her over the edge. Cream, even through her distraction with her own thoughts, perfectly met Brass' orgasm, years of whorish training taking over. 'Maybe I'll do the naked apron today. Then he'd have to take me!'

Author's Note

Almost didn't make it, but even computer problems shan't stop me!