Author's Note

Chapter contains: Human/Humanized, Incest, Unrealistic Anatomy, Harem/Polygamy, (MFFF) Foursome, Handjob, Oral Sex (Cunnilingus, Blowjob)

Comfort

My mother’s bedroom was warm and cozy, and yet I was unable to completely relax. I didn’t even have a good reason to be on edge, I thought to myself. I was sitting in my home, on my mother’s bed, with my big, strong sister Applejack by my side and my loving mother before me. Despite our worst fears, Buttercup had taken the news of my relationship with my sisters remarkably well. She had not only accepted our love, at least conditionally, but had even offered to help us become a better trio than we already were. So then why, I wondered, was I feeling so nervous?

I looked up at Buttercup, who was sitting back against the pillows of her bed. She, like Applejack and I, was dressed in her pajamas, in her case, a light orange nightgown. Her freshly brushed locks cascaded down from her head, flowing down her back and over her ample chest. She had her head bowed slightly and was looking down at her lap, as I had been doing a moment before. Seemingly detecting my glance, she raised her head and looked up at me. She gave me one of the warm, comforting smiles I had come to associate with her, but I could tell that she was feeling a bit uncomfortable as well. I smiled back at her as convincingly as I could before we looked away again.

Soon after, we heard footsteps in the hallway outside the bedroom door and saw the door slowly swing open. Apple Bloom, freshly showered and dressed in her own pajamas, stepped into the room, quietly closing the door behind her. She walked over to the bed and climbed onto it, sitting next to me across from Applejack. I shot her a quick smile, noticing that she appeared nervous as well, which she returned. When she was settled, my sisters and I looked up at Buttercup expectantly.

“Is Granny asleep?” Buttercup asked. Apple Bloom grunted an affirmative. “Alright then.” Buttercup took a deep breath, then straightened herself and looked us in the eye. “I wanna thank you three for comin’ here. I know I...wasn’t in the best of spirits last night, but...that’s behind us now. I’m sorry if I seemed harsh...it was just a lot to take in all at once. I promise, from now on, I’ll try to have a better attitude about all this.”

“We’re sorry too, Mom,” I said. “We shoulda known better than to try and dump all that on you in one sitting. I can’t blame you for bein’ upset at us.”

“Sweetie,” said Buttercup, reaching forward and placing a hand on my knee, “don’t worry about it. I’ll admit, I’m still a little...peeved that you three have been sneakin’ around behind my back for so long, but...I understand why you did it. I’m not gonna hold that against y’all. In hindsight...it’s probably for the best that we got all of that outta the way first thing. Now we can all move on...together.”

I smiled at her while reaching out and giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “Thanks, Mom,” I said.

Buttercup withdrew her hand and sat back up again. “I hope you three don’t think I’m bein’ unreasonable about this,” she said. “I don’t wanna make y’all feel uncomfortable, but...I need to know that you three will be alright together. I need to know that you three will be able to take care of each other years down the road. I’m...not always gonna be around to look after you, y’know.”

“Mom, don’t start talkin’ like that,” said Applejack.

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” said Buttercup. “I can’t help but worry about you three sometimes. It’s just part of bein’ your mama. But if you three can play along for a while, if Anon can show me that he can be a good man to you two, and you two can show me that you can be good women to him...that’ll do a lot for your ol’ mama’s heart.”

“We get it, Mom,” I said. “You’re not wrong to be worried about us. But I promise, I’ll do whatever it takes to prove myself to you. I wanna be a good man to them, as good a man as...Dad was to you.”

“You’re already a good man,” said Buttercup, “but even good men can have trouble takin’ care of a woman sometimes. I just want what’s best for my girls; I want them to have the best man possible. They may be right in sayin’ that that’s you, but I need to see that for myself. And if I can’t see it...if you’re not that man...then I‘ll do whatever I can to make you that man. That’s my promise to you.”

“Thank you,” I said, giving her a smile.

“You’re welcome,” said Buttercup, smiling back. “Now, the reason I wanted to meet with y’all in here is because...I wanted to talk to y’all about...the things you’ve been doin’ behind closed doors.”

“You mean like...physical things?” asked Applejack, her cheeks reddening.

Buttercup’s cheeks turned a matching shade of red. “Well...yes,” she said. “I know you were probably tryin’ to...spare me the details last night...and you weren’t wrong to do it, but...I need to know a little bit more. I thought I’d feel better not knowin’ too much, but...I think I’m just gonna end up worryin’ even more if I don’t know for sure. I need to know what you three do, and how you do it. I need to...see it for myself.”

“Are you...sayin’ you wanna...watch us?” asked Apple Bloom. “Watch us...have sex?”

Buttercup’s cheeks grew even more red. “I just...need to know,” she said. “I need to know for sure that you three...know what you’re doin’.”

“Mom,” said Apple Bloom, “we know how it works. We’re not kids.”

“I know, I know,” Buttercup sighed. “I know you three are adults now and...I can’t rightfully tell you not to do those sorts of things...but I need to see that you three know how to take care of each other. Tell me honestly, before you three...got together...had you ever done anythin’ with anyone else?” Buttercup looked at each of us one at a time, and one at a time, my sisters and I blushed, looked down, and shook our heads no.

“Oh, sweeties, I didn’t mean to make you make you feel bad,” said Buttercup, reaching out and lifting our heads back up. “There ain’t no shame in bein’...inexperienced. There ain’t no shame in waitin’ to do things like that with...the people you really care about. When your father and I first...got together...neither of us really knew what we we’re doin’ either. It took us time to...figure things out...learn how to really make each other happy. I know you three have...probably made some progress on that front already, but...I know a little bit more about this than you do.

“Your father and I were always happy together, but...I sometimes hear my friends talk about problems they have with their husbands...in the bedroom. Sometimes their men...just don’t pay enough attention to ‘em. Sometimes...they’re scared to tell their men what they really want from ‘em. Sometimes...the two of them just...lose interest in each other. I’ve seen what those sorts of things can do to a relationship. I just don’t want any of that to happen to you three way down the road. If there’s somethin’ I can do to prevent that...some little mistake I can correct right now...then I don’t wanna miss my chance. I know this is askin’ a lot, but...humor me...please.”

My sisters and I exchanged brief glances, then Applejack looked at our mother and spoke. “Mom, it’s...it’s not that we’d be...uncomfortable doin’ things like that in front of you,” she said. “We wouldn’t have offered you what we did if we weren’t okay with that.”

“It just...might be a bit awkward for you to be...just watchin’,” said Apple Bloom.

“I understand why you’d feel that way,” said Buttercup, “but I promise I...won’t get in your way. I know I’m a bit...old-fashioned when it comes to this sorta thing...but I won’t take that out on you. I won’t try to stop you three from doin’...whatever it is you like to do together. As long as y’all aren’t doin’ anythin’...unsafe...then I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

I slowly looked between my sisters, trying to gauge their reactions. “What do you say?” I asked them. They appeared to consider the notion for a moment, then both of them smiled and nodded their assent. I looked back up at Buttercup, smiling and nodding as well.

A bit of Buttercup’s worry melted off of her face, and she smiled back at us. “Thank you,” she said. “You’ll really be takin’ a load off my mind.”

“Mama,” said Apple Bloom, “just one thing. If we’re gonna do this, then...you need to keep your promise too. If you just wanna watch us then...we’re okay with that...but if you don’t...if you’re feelin’ like you wanna...do a little bit more than just watch...then you can’t hold yourself back. You promised you’d let us help you...get you what you need. If there’s ever somethin’ you want us to...do for you...then you have to be honest about it.”

Buttercup blushed again and looked down, seemingly pondering the idea. She opened her mouth several times as if to speak, but it took her several tries before she was finally able to formulate her sentence. “I won’t...say no to that...but I can’t make you any guarantees either,” she said. “I told you I’d keep an open mind about all this, but...I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to square with...bein’ with my children. I don’t know if I’ll ever feel comfortable with that.”

“We’re not tryin’ to force you, Mama,” said Applejack. “We just want you to do what you wanna do...whatever that might be.”

“Alright,” Buttercup sighed. “I promise I’ll...be true to my feelin’s...whatever they might be.” She smiled at us yet again, a gesture which my sisters and I returned.

“So...how do you want us to...go about this?” I asked.

“Well...how do y’all normally go about it?” asked Buttercup. “Where do you three normally go to...be alone? I know the expression is “a roll in the hay”, but...y’all haven’t actually been foolin’ around up in the hay loft, have you?”

“No. Well...not usually,” I said. In truth, aside from a handful of instances where we really couldn’t wait to get somewhere more private, my sisters and I had never intentionally sought out the barn for our intimate activities.

“When we...first started out...we would typically find someplace out in the orchard...someplace where...no one would find us,” said Applejack.

Buttercup chuckled softly. “I can see that,” she said. “There are lots of good places out there if you’re...lookin’ for privacy.”

“Later on,” said Apple Bloom, “when they let me...start spendin’ time with ‘em...we started hangin’ out in our old treehouse.”

Buttercup huffed and shook her head, looking half angry and half amused. “I shoulda known,” she said. “You three told me that mattress was for takin’ naps.”

“Well, we...did take naps on it too,” I said.

“I’m sure,” Buttercup chuckled. “Well, tonight...and goin’ forward...you three are welcome to use my bed. It’s bigger than any of yours, and...if y’all are gonna be doin’ this anyway...I’d rather you do it in here than in that drafty ol’ treehouse.”

“It ain’t that bad!” said Apple Bloom. “You saw how we fixed it up.”

“Even still, I’d imagine a bed’s a heap more comfortable than a mattress on the floor,” said Buttercup. “But I know you three will still want your privacy though. I won’t insist on watchin’ y’all...all the time...just till I’m sure about you three. I’ll let y’all use my bedroom at night, and I’ll leave you alone as much as possible. Deal?”

“Deal,” said Applejack, Apple Bloom and I nodding along. Despite her attachment to the treehouse, even Apple Bloom had, in the past, acknowledged the benefits of making love on a real bed.

Buttercup smiled at us for a moment, then let her gaze drop. “So, um...” she said, brushing her hair away from her face, “I suppose I’ll...let y’all get to it then. Do you mind if I stay on the bed, or...would you rather I sit off to the side?”

“I don’t mind if you...wanted to stay here,” I said, glancing over at my sisters.

“Me neither,” said Applejack. Apple Bloom nodded her approval as well.

Buttercup smiled nervously. She scooted to the edge of the bed to give us room, but remained sitting back against her pillows. She folded her hands in her lap and gave us a nod to signal that she was ready. “Just...pretend I’m not here,” she said.

My sisters and I looked at each other, exchanging awkward smiles. The three of us slowly shuffled together, wrapping our arms around each other and pulling each other into a hug. The feeling of their soft, warm bodies pressed against mine relaxed me and helped me ignore Buttercup’s presence. We pressed our faces together, but hesitated before going further, none of us wanting to make the first move. As the lack of action started to become more awkward than any actual action we could have taken, Apple Bloom’s patience ran out. Taking a deep breath, she leaned in and pressed her lips against mine, giving me a passionate kiss.

The touch of her soft lips on mine gave me the burst of energy I needed to get things going. My body responded almost automatically, kissing her back just as I always did. Our lips moved slowly and deliberately at first, massaging each other in a loving, almost chaste fashion. As my confidence grew and my mind focused on the task at hand, we kissed more energetically, mashing our mouths together and allowing our tongues to slip out and play with one another. As we explored each other’s mouths, I felt Applejack gently kissing and licking my cheek, my chin, and my neck.

Not wanting to play favorites, I eventually pulled my lips from Apple Bloom’s, seamlessly transitioning over to Applejack. My big sister kissed me just as passionately as my little sister had, playfully tongue wrestling with me and softly moaning into my mouth. Apple Bloom took up the task of kissing the other side of my face, eventually making her way over to where my lips and Applejack’s met. As we felt her lips gently prod our own, we parted slightly and allowed her to join in on the action, just as we had countless times before. The three of us nuzzled our faces together as we shared an intense three-way kiss, lapping at each other’s lips, sucking on each other’s tongues, and moaning softly together.

So single-mindedly was I contributing to our makeout session that I ended up forgetting that the three of us were not alone in the room. It came as a shock to me, therefore, when my eyes opened for a short moment and I caught a glimpse of Buttercup. Even with the plentiful amount of pleasurable distraction around me, the look on her face forced me to immediately divert my attention towards her. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, her mouth was agape, and her cheeks were as red as the reddest apple in our orchard. I went as still as a statue, the awkwardness of the situation freezing my muscles in place. When my sisters noticed this, they opened their eyes, followed my gaze, and froze as well.

“Um...Mom?” asked Applejack tentatively. “You alright?”

Her voice seemed to snap Buttercup out of her trance. Buttercup blinked few times, shut her mouth, and looked away. “I...I’m sorry, sweeties, I...I didn’t mean to stare,” she said.

“Hey, it’s alright, Mama,” said Apple Bloom softly. “I was pretty weirded out the first time I saw these two kiss.”

“We can stop if you want,” I said. “We don’t wanna do this if it makes you uncomfortable.”

Buttercup took a deep breath and released it. “No, no, it’s...it’s fine,” she said, looking back at us. “Y’all can...keep goin’. I can handle it.”

“Okay,” said Applejack tentatively. “If you’re sure.”

My sisters and I slowly came back together, taking a minute or two to build back up to our previous level of passion. As we continued to exchange sloppy kisses, our hands wandered up, down, and all around each other’s bodies. My hands travelled down to their soft, round butts, grasping their cheeks and squeezing gently. My sisters joined in the foreplay as well, alternating between kneading each other’s breasts and massaging my stiffening member through the soft fabric of my pajama pants. It had been a few days since the three of us had last blown off steam together, both due to our busy schedules and to us not really being in the mood after the incident between Buttercup and I. Our pent-up energy compelled us to move on, my sisters barely managing to resist grinding themselves against my thighs.

As we pulled our lips apart, thin trails of saliva bridging the gaps between them, we once again became aware of our audience of one. We looked over at Buttercup, who was still sitting where she had been before. She still stared at us intently, although she no longer looked as if she were about to have a heart attack. She was breathing heavily, her massive chest rising and falling with each breath. When she saw us look over at her, she gave us a nervous smile, a gesture which we returned.

“What do you...what do think, Mom?” asked Applejack.

“Well, um...you three...certainly know how to kiss...I’ll give you that much,” said Buttercup. “Although...I am a bit surprised.”

“Surprised about what?” asked Apple Bloom.

“Surprised at how...intimate you girls are,” said Buttercup. “I never realized you two were...interested in other girls.”

Applejack and Apple Bloom both blushed slightly and looked at each other. “It...it ain’t like that,” said Applejack. “At least...not for me it ain’t. It ain’t that I...like other girls. It’s just...Apple Bloom’s my sister...and I love her. I love her and...I wanna be close to her...as close as I can be.”

“Same for me,” said Apple Bloom. “I’ve never looked at...other girls, and...I don’t think I’d really wanna do this sorta stuff with some other girl. I’ll admit...it felt a little weird to do stuff with AJ at first, but...I don’t think about that anymore. To me, she’s just...somebody I love...like I love Anon.”

Buttercup’s smile grew. “I suppose I can...see the sense in that,” she said. “I suppose I can understand...wantin’ to do these sorts of things with...the folks you really love.”

“I do love her,” said Apple Bloom, “but...even if I didn’t...she still might make me wonder about a few things. With a body that sexy...she could probably even get girls to look her way if she wanted.”

Applejack blushed and looked away, but smiled. “Aww, sugarcube...don’t say things like that,” she said.

“Just take the compliment, sis,” said Apple Bloom, smiling and leaning in to plant a quick peck on Applejack’s cheek.

“Oh, alright,” said Applejack, looking back up at her. “I think you’re...real beautiful too, Apple Bloom.”

“Thanks, sis,” said Apple Bloom, before looking back at Buttercup. “Y’know, Mom, you’re...always welcome to...join in too. You sure you don’t wanna...give him a kiss too? Just to try it out?”

Buttercup’s smile faded, and she spent a few moments deep in thought. “If...he doesn’t mind,” she said eventually, “then...I wouldn’t be opposed to just...tryin’ it.”

“Mama,” I said, “I just want you to be happy. If kissin’ me will...make you happy, then...I’ll do it as much or as little as you want me to.”

“Just give it a try,” said Applejack, patting the bed before me. “I promise he won’t bite...unless you want him to.”

Buttercup chuckled at Applejack’s jest, but still looked very nervous. Taking a deep breath, she slowly crawled over to us and knelt on the bed in front of me. At the same time, my sisters climbed off of me, allowing me to shuffle forward and sit next to Buttercup. She tentatively raised her hands and placed them on my shoulders, squeezing them gently. I wrapped one arm around her middle and pulled her close to me, her massive breasts brushing up against my chest. With my other hand, I reached up and lightly stroked her cheek as I gazed into her beautiful, blue-green eyes.

“You sure you don’t mind...kissin’ an old lady like me?” said Buttercup softly.

“You ain’t an old lady, Mama,” I said just as softly. “You’re a very beautiful woman...just as beautiful as you’ve always been. And even if you weren’t...I’d still love you. I’d still wanna...make you happy...however I could.”

Buttercup blushed, but her lips stretched into a grin. For the first time in my life, I took a long, hard look at those lips, thinking of them as the lips of a woman, not just the lips of my mother. Like every other part of her body, they were big, plump, and had an undeniably feminine shape to them. She wore no lip gloss or other such things, but the delicate pink skin appeared alluring enough on its own. I knew I was supposed to be catering to her desires in doing what I was doing, but I realized that I probably would have wanted to try kissing those lips anyway.

The two of us leaned in almost unconsciously, letting our eyes fall closed as our faces came together. I felt her warm breath caress my skin as I parted my lips and moved them closer to hers, bit by bit. As our skin finally met and our lips gently pressed together, all other thoughts left my mind. In that moment, I was no longer sitting on my mother’s bed, in my mother’s bedroom, my sisters looking on. As Buttercup and I came together for our first real kiss, I felt as if the entire world consisted of nothing but me and her.

Our first contact was slow and tentative, like sliding into a bathtub of hot, soothing water. When she had kissed me under the tree a couple of days before, I had been too distracted to fully appreciate her. I had been grieving with her for the one we had lost, in addition to feeling shocked and confused by her unexpected gesture. But with my mind fully focused on her, I was able to absorb the full effect of her touch. Her lips, feeling as soft to me as a cloud, massaged my own like small ripples of water washing up on the shore of a quiet pond. I kissed her back just as gently, savoring every minute sensation of our expression of love.

As the seconds ticked by and we slowly grew accustomed to each other, I grew bolder in my actions, kissing her more firmly and more passionately. It took her a little while to warm up to it, but eventually, she was mashing her lips against mine with gusto, tiny moans emanating from her throat. I held her tightly against me, lightly squishing her breasts against my chest. I moved my hand from her cheek to the back of her head, stroking her soft orange curls and holding her head against mine. Our kiss ebbed and flowed like the waves of the ocean, ranging from gentle pecks to passionate embraces.

When I felt that she was suitably warmed up, I opened my mouth wider and allowed my tongue to slip out and lightly lick her lips. I could feel her take pause as she felt my wet skin on hers, letting me feel out the curves and texture of her lips. Soon after, I felt her lips part and her own tongue tentatively emerge as well. I lapped at her lips slowly and gently, trying to coax out her tongue as one would try to coax a small animal out of its den. Eventually, her tongue had departed its hiding place and I sent mine to meet it. She and I gently prodded and stroked each other with our tongues, both of us getting a feel and a taste of the other. Before long, she had gotten over her trepidation and was swirling her tongue around mine, both of them moving in tandem like a pair of dancers.

I would gladly have sat there kissing her for hours if she had wanted me to, but I did not want to push her too far on our first exchange. When I felt that our moment together had finally run its course, I begrudgingly pulled back my head, parting my lips from hers. Our tongues maintained contact for a short moment more, Buttercup sticking hers out to stroke mine one final time before giving up. Our eyes drifted open; hers seemed to sparkle with a light I had not seen in them for many years. For several moments, we merely sat there silently, looking into each other’s eyes and sharing each other’s breaths.

“How was...how was that?” I whispered.

Buttercup’s saliva-covered lips stretched into a smile and she placed one of her hands on my cheek. “Oh, sweetie...that was wonderful,” she whispered. “I’d...I’d forgotten how nice it feels to be...kissed by a man. Thank you.”

I removed my hand from the back of her head and placed it on top of hers, squeezing it gently. “It was my pleasure,” I said, smiling back at her.

We spent a few more moments enjoying the tender moment before we finally parted, leaning back and removing our hands from each other’s bodies. As I sat back down between my sisters, I saw them both smiling at me sweetly.

After a moment, Apple Bloom looked over at Buttercup, her smile fading. “Mama?” she said.

“Yes, sweetie?” said Buttercup dreamily.

Apple Bloom’s hands fidgeted in her lap. “I don’t mean to...ask too much of you,” she said, lowering her gaze, “but...would it be alright if I...kissed you too?”

“You want to...kiss me, Apple Bloom?” asked Buttercup, her expression turning puzzled.

“Well...I just thought that...since you liked kissin’ him...you might like...kissin’ me too,” said Apple Bloom, her cheeks reddening.

Buttercup appeared to consider the request for a moment. “I’ve never...kissed another woman before,” she said.

“I-I’m sorry, I...I don’t know why I asked,” said Apple Bloom, turning her head away from us and adopting a defensive posture. “Just...forget about it.”

A comforting smile returned to Buttercup’s lips. “Oh, sweetie...come here,” she said, patting the bed beside her. Apple Bloom took a quick glance at her, then slowly crawled over and sat down in the spot she had indicated. Buttercup put an arm around her shoulder while gently lifting Apple Bloom’s head up to look at her. “Do you wanna kiss your mama?”

Apple Bloom looked into her eyes for a moment, then nodded. “I...I just wanna show you...how much I love you,” she said.

Buttercup chuckled softly. “I already know you love me,” she said, stroking Apple Bloom’s cheek. “And I love you too.”

Buttercup slowly leaned in towards Apple Bloom, closing her eyes and parting her lips. Apple Bloom seemed surprised at first, but quickly recovered and closed her eyes as well. A few seconds later, their lips connected, and my mother and sister shared their first kiss together. Their kiss progressed similarly to the one I had just partaken in, starting slow, both women taking time to feel each other out. Apple Bloom raised her hands and placed them aside Buttercup’s face, stroking her cheeks and hair.

Applejack snuggled up to me and held my hand as we watched them kiss. Despite her initial trepidation, Apple Bloom’s usual confidence soon returned, and she kissed Buttercup back with passion. Buttercup, seemingly having gotten acclimatized to kissing one of her children, kept up with her, the two of them soon mashing their lips together in an erotic display of incestuous love. When Apple Bloom got her tongue in on the action, Buttercup did not shy away, quickly sticking out her own tongue and lapping away. The two spent a long while making out before they finally parted, sliding their tongues out of each other’s mouths and pulling back their heads.

They slowly opened their eyes and stared at each other lovingly, their lips stretching into smiles. “Did I...make you feel good too?” asked Apple Bloom.

Buttercup thought for a moment. “Well...it was...much different than with him,” she said, “but I enjoyed it very much. Thank you, sweetie.”

“You’re welcome, Mama,” said Apple Bloom.

The two of them slowly pulled apart, releasing each other’s bodies. Apple Bloom crawled back over and snuggled up to me, pulling my arm around her middle and holding my hand.

Applejack chuckled. “Guess I’m the odd one out now,” she remarked to no one in particular.

Buttercup looked at her and smiled. “You don’t have to be,” she said.

Applejack looked at her questioningly; Buttercup raised a hand and beckoned to her. Applejack hesitantly sat up and crawled over to her, sitting down in front of her. Buttercup raised her hands and placed them on Applejack’s shoulders; Applejack nervously reciprocated.

“You’re my firstborn,” said Buttercup softly. “I’d never want you to feel left out.”

Together, the two of them slowly leaned in and closed their eyes. Applejack’s large breasts pressed against Buttercup’s even larger breasts, only a couple of thin layers of fabric separating them. Their lips inched their way closer to each other, until finally, they touched, coming together in a gentle kiss. This time, it was Buttercup who took the lead, boldly exploring the contours of Applejack’s lips with her own. Applejack followed along, matching Buttercup’s movements in speed and intensity.

Soft moans emanated from the pair as they mashed their lips together ever more passionately. Before long, their tongues had emerged, and they locked their open mouths together. They sent their tongues into each other’s mouths, exploring their nooks and crannies and familiarizing themselves with each other’s tastes. Their hands wandered up each other’s necks, caressing each other’s cheeks and the long strands of their hair. As we watched our big sister make out with our mother, Apple Bloom reached a hand down between my legs and lightly stroked me through my pants.

After taking just as long a turn with our mother as we had, Applejack eventually parted with Buttercup, the seal of their lips breaking with a soft, wet noise. They opened their eyes, staring at each other and smiling. “Was I...good too?” asked Applejack.

“Oh, yes, sweetie,” said Buttercup. “You were very good...just like I knew you would be.”

“Thanks,” said Applejack, blushing slightly.

“Thank you,” said Buttercup. A moment later, Buttercup turned her head and looked over at me and Apple Bloom. “Come here, you two.”

We quickly crawled over and sat down next to her and Applejack, all of us coming in close. Buttercup put her arms around us, just as we put our arms around her, and the four of us shared a warm, cozy hug. We closed our eyes and nuzzled our faces together, feeling each other’s breath caress our lips and cheeks.

“Thank you,” whispered Buttercup, “all of you. I feel much better now. I feel better than I’ve felt in...years.” We all opened our eyes, and my sisters and I smiled at our mother.

“Does that mean that...you’re willin’ try more stuff with us?” asked Apple Bloom.

“It means that...I’m willin’ to try,” said Buttercup. “I’m willin’ to let you three...convince me.” She quickly puckered up and gave each of us a gentle peck on our lips.

“Y’know,” said Applejack, “as much as we like kissin’...I think the three of us are fixin’ to move on now.”

Buttercup blushed, but managed to keep smiling at us. “Of course,” she said. “Don’t let me...get in your way.”

Buttercup released us, and my sisters and I pulled back from the embrace. Buttercup scooted back to her original position at the edge of the bed, still giving us a supportive smile. When we had room, my sisters and I fell upon each other once again, quickly reaching for each other’s clothes. After our previous foreplay, as well as the passionate displays we had put on for each other, all three of us were eager to feel each other’s skin rubbing against our own.

I was first, my sisters reaching for the bottom of my shirt and pulling it up and off of me. They ran their soft, feminine hands up and down my chest, exchanging playful kisses with me. I made the next move, grabbing the back of Applejack’s shirt and swiftly yanking it up and over her head. As her pale pink breasts were bared, Apple Bloom leaned forward, nuzzling and kissing the beautiful teardrops. The stimulation caused a soft moan to escape from Applejack’s mouth, her face momentarily contorting in pleasure. With Apple Bloom distracted, Applejack took advantage of the situation and reached down to her hips, hooking her thumbs under the waistband of Apple Bloom’s shorts and pulling them down. I helped her pull the shorts down and off of Apple Bloom’s shapely legs, exposing her round, perky butt and her pretty pink panties.

We kept up like that for a minute or two, ripping our clothing from our bodies piece by piece and tossing it aside. Each discarded garment was accompanied by kisses, caresses, and gentle squeezes in all the right places. When the three of us were completely naked, we came together in a tight embrace, pressing our chests together and sharing yet another sloppy three-way kiss. Before we could topple over onto the bed and begin devouring each other, however, we were interrupted by the sound of a soft whimper coming from off to the side. The three of us paused our makeout session and slowly looked over towards the source of the noise: the only other person in the room with us.

Buttercup was staring at us with half-lidded eyes and biting her plump lip. Her cheeks were red, but it was most definitely not the red of anger. Her body was fidgeting intensely, her thick thighs rubbing together and her fingers twitching erratically in her lap. She was breathing heavily, her bountiful chest rising and falling like ships on a stormy sea. Two clearly visible tents poked up above the thin fabric of her nightgown, right at the centers of her breasts. As we looked over at her, she turned her head away from us and shut her eyes, visibly trying to suppress her fidgeting.

“I-I’m sorry,” said Buttercup. “I didn’t mean to...distract you.”

My sisters and I exchanged concerned glances. “Mama?” I said. “Are you sure you’re okay with us...doin’ this here?”

Buttercup took a deep breath to calm herself, then looked back over at us. “Yes, sweetie,” she said, clearly trying to avoid looking down at our bodies, “I’m...I’m fine.”

“Would you feel more comfortable if...you got a good look at us first?” said Applejack.

“I...uh...” said Buttercup, her inner conflict written all over her face.

“We don’t mind you lookin’,” said Apple Bloom. “Really.”

My sisters and I parted, sitting down next to each other and humbly presenting ourselves for our mother’s inspection. Buttercup gulped, then tentatively crawled over, kneeling before us. Her wide eyes wandered up and down our bodies, taking in every little detail. Despite everything that had happened so far, I still felt a little embarrassed under her gaze. I wasn’t sure whether her being my mother, the woman who had given birth to me, the woman who had seen every inch of my body countless times before, made it better or worse.

“You’re so handsome,” said Buttercup, looking up at me and smiling. “And you girls...you’re both so...so beautiful.” She smiled at each of my sisters in turn, and the three of us managed to give her nervous smiles in return. “I’m just so glad that you three have grown up into such...fine people. Now that I see it...I’m not surprised that you three...took an interest in each other.” Her smile faded and her gaze dropped. “I’m not sure why you’d want...someone like me around though...unless you just feel sorry for me.”

“Mama,” said Applejack, reaching out and taking one of Buttercup’s hands, “it’s true that we...wanna help you. We wanna help you...get what you want...get what you need...but even if that weren’t the case...I don’t think any of us would mind...gettin’ closer to you. You’re...a real beautiful woman.”

Buttercup chuckled. “I appreciate the compliment, but...I know when I’m beat,” she said. “No man would ever choose me over...one of you two.”

“That ain’t true!” said Apple Bloom, shuffling forward and grasping Buttercup’s other hand. “You’re real pretty, Mama! You’re really...sexy. Much sexier than me.” Apple Bloom’s energy vanished as quickly as it had appeared, and her gaze dropped.

Buttercup reached out and placed a hand on Apple Bloom’s cheek. “Don’t sell yourself short, sweetie,” she said. “Pretty young women like you are...what men want. Men don’t like...worn-out old ladies like me.”

“You ain’t worn-out, Mama,” said Apple Bloom, looking Buttercup in the eye. “You’re mature and experienced and...you got more curves on you than I’ll ever have. Men love women like you.”

“That’s awful nice of you to say,” said Buttercup, removing her hand, “but in the end...it’s the men’s opinions that really matter...if I wanna get their attention, that is.”

“Well...we do have a man right here,” said Applejack, inclining her head towards me. “If you won’t take it from us, then...will you take it from him?”

Buttercup looked over at her as she spoke, then nervously looked over at me. “Oh...you wouldn’t wanna look at me...would you?” she said. “Not when you got these two around.”

“I would,” I said confidently. Buttercup’s expression changed from one of embarrassment to one of surprise. “Mom...I’ve never...looked at you as a woman before, but...even I know how beautiful you are. Even I know how...attractive you are.”

Buttercup struggled to meet my gaze. “I think your memory might be a bit fuzzy,” she said. “You were still a little boy the last time we...took a bath together.”

“Then...refresh my memory,” I said softly. “If you’re comfortable with it...show me. Show me what you look like and...I’ll tell you exactly how beautiful you are.”

Silence fell over the room once again as my sisters and I waited to see what Buttercup would do next. She was looking down at the bed beneath her, her cheeks growing redder by the second. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips, her mind clearly overwhelmed by the situation she found herself in. For a moment, I was worried that I had asked too much, pushed her too far too fast. All of a sudden, her hands, sitting unused in her lap, began to move downward, going so slowly that I could barely notice. Her fingers travelled down her thighs to where the bottom of her nightgown lay, just above her knees. Wrapping her fingers around the fabric, she took a deep breath, then slowly pulled it upwards.

As the garment was peeled off of her body at a glacial pace, I looked down, slowly moving my gaze upwards and taking in every last inch of her. Five plump, round toes with unpainted nails sat atop each of her feet, scrunching defensively as she moved. Her feet were proportionately sized for a woman of her height, not being large like Applejack’s or small like Apple Bloom’s. For a woman of her age, the skin of her soles was in remarkably good condition, looking smooth and pink all around. Following her ankles upward, I examined her calves, which managed to maintain an alluring, feminine shape despite being so plump.

Above her knees, her thick, creamy thighs slowly came into view as she drew back her nightgown. Each one of them was large enough around to pass for the trunk of a thin tree, making even Applejack’s thighs appear slender by comparison. Much of their overall size was owed to soft, feminine flesh, rather than dense muscle, however. I had heard that my mother had once had legs that rivaled my big sister’s for sheer strength, being powerful enough to crush fully loaded apple barrels between them. Of course, after years of my sisters and I taking on all of the physically demanding chores ourselves, her body had changed quite a bit.

I don’t mean to suggest that the change was a downgrade, of course. Even as a young boy, I had appreciated Buttercup’s motherly body. My sisters and I had spent many summer afternoons resting our heads on those soft, warm thighs while our mother had softly stroked our hair and hummed lullabies to us. So large had her thighs been in fact, that all three of us would sometimes make use of her lap pillow at once, cuddling together and falling asleep under our mother’s watchful gaze. It had been many years since any of us had done such things with Buttercup, but the memories still filled my heart with warm comfort.

As her nightgown was drawn back over the last little bit of her thighs, Buttercup’s flared hips were uncovered. Her hips were a truly awe-inspiring sight, being nearly twice the width of my own, and were able to fill the heads of all who gazed upon them with images of motherhood, pregnancy, and perhaps even some things that could not be discussed in mixed company. Snugly clinging to her hips was a pair of modest, off-white panties which dug into her skin just enough to show just how soft and plump it was. Pressed against the fabric, centered around a small, dark, wet spot, I could see the outline of the plump lips of her womanhood. Pulling her nightgown out from under her massive buns, she lifted it further upwards, exposing her soft, plush tummy. While not smooth and toned like my sisters’ stomachs, hers was not fat either, being just chubby enough to entice those who saw it to squeeze it, kiss it, and nuzzle their faces into it.

Not long after passing her adorable belly button, Buttercup’s fingers reached the bottoms of her titanic breasts. I felt as if I were watching two sunrises at once as the fabric was slowly pulled up and over their immense curvature. I had thought that I would be mentally prepared for the sight of them, but both I and my sisters found ourselves gaping at the pale pink watermelons hanging from her chest. Being as massive as they were, I was not surprised to see that they sagged a bit, especially since they were without the added support of any of Buttercup’s specially ordered heavy-duty brasseries. At the center of each one was an appropriately massive nipple, each stiff pink nub being as large as a coin and surrounded by an areola as wide as a teacup. Buttercup had breastfed me and my sisters throughout our entire infanthoods, never relying on formula if she could help it. Whether it was due to those memories buried deep within our minds, or due to some other, more carnal reason, our mouths began to water at the sight of our mother’s beautiful teats.

Buttercup’s nightgown was finally drawn finally pulled over her shoulders and down her soft, feminine arms, her head and the river of orange curls attached to it slipping through the head hole. When she pulled her hands out of the garment’s embrace, I could once again see her slim, dextrous fingers topped by short, rounded nails, unpainted like her toes. Her palms were one of the few spots on her gorgeous body that hinted at her age, deep creases running back and forth across them. The actual skin, however, was very well-preserved, looking relatively fresh and smooth, with only the slightest hints of veins on the backs of her hands.

After gently setting her nightgown down on the bed beside her, Buttercup crossed her arms over her breasts defensively, then slowly raised her head once again. I gazed upon the soft, round face circled by a halo of orange down. Her cheeks, normally rosy and pink, were colored a deeper red than I had ever seen them. Her plush, feminine lips trembled slightly beneath her adorable nose. I did not see the small wrinkles around her eyes, so distracted was I by their beautiful, blue-green color. So often I had seen those eyes full of love and cheer, but as I looked upon them, I saw only fear, shame, and sadness. I hated seeing her like that.

I leaned in closer to her, slowly raising my hands and placing them on Buttercup’s shoulders. As I squeezed them, I could feel them trembling in my grasp. “Mom,” I whispered, trying to give her the most comforting look I could muster, “you’re beautiful. You really are.”

Buttercup lowered her head, making a noise that could have been either a chuckle or a sob. “You...you fibber,” she said softly.

I put a hand under her chin and raised it up again, forcing her to look at me. “I’m not lyin’ to you,” I said resolutely. “I wasn’t lyin’ before either. You are so...incredibly beautiful...every inch of you. Your hair, your face, your eyes, your smile, your...your body...every bit of you is perfect just the way it is. You’re more beautiful than...than...than Princess Celestia.” That part was not a lie either. While I had only seen the monarch in person several times over the course of my life, and while I acknowledged that her beauty and grace surpassed that of almost any other woman I had ever seen, I could not bring myself to place her above the one that, for many years, I had considered to be the most beautiful woman in the whole wide world.

Buttercup’s eyes welled up with tears as I spoke, but as I finished, the dam burst, and a flood of sobs flowed forth. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in for a hug. Casting aside her modesty, Buttercup removed her arms from her breasts and hugged me tightly, burying her face in my shoulder. Sitting beside us, Applejack and Apple Bloom quickly moved in and wrapped their arms around us as well. Together, the three of us held our mother as she cried, gently caressing and nuzzling her.

Eventually, after my skin had been drenched by her tears, the flood slowly became a river, then a stream, then a trickle, then stopped altogether. We held Buttercup until the last of her choking sobs had come and gone and she lied against my chest, breathing heavily. “Mama,” I whispered in her ear. A moment later, Buttercup slowly raised her head and released her grip on me, sitting upright once again. As she sat back and looked at me, I saw that her cheeks were sopping wet, but her lips were stretched into a smile.

“It’s been so long since...a man talked about me like that,” said Buttercup softly. I smiled at her and raised a hand to wipe away her tears. She chuckled softly and put a hand on mine, squeezing it gently. “I’m sorry to...make you three go through this. I’m sorry to make you...do so much for me.”

“We’re happy to do it, Mama,” said Applejack.

“We love you,” said Apple Bloom.

“I love you too,” said Buttercup. “All three of you. I love y’all so much.” She leaned in towards us and gave each of us a loving kiss on the lips, one at a time. When she pulled back and looked at us again, she chuckled. “Y’all’ve given your ol’ mama enough love for one night...a hundred nights, in fact. I reckon you three wanna...give each other some love now too.” My sisters and I smiled sheepishly and nodded our heads. “Well...don’t me keep you any longer. Go ahead and...show me how you love each other. I promise I...I won’t distract you again.” The three of us each gave Buttercup one last quick peck on the lips before finally pulling back from our huddle.

Buttercup scooted back to her corner spot to give us room, smiling all the while. My sisters and I came back together once more, pressing our bodies together and exchanging gentle kisses. As the fires burning within us grew strong once again, our kisses grew wilder and more passionate, and we began groping and humping each other. We soon fell down onto the bed, giggling together as we rested our heads on the pillows. Buttercup smiled down on us, her eyes filled with curiosity, but not shock.

Apple Bloom and I silently decided that Applejack would be the first of us to squeal and squirm that night. We managed to get her into position with her back pressed against the bed, then set about teasing, titillating, and toying with her sexy body as only we knew how to. We kissed our way down her body from her lips to her breasts, each of us taking one of the big teardrops in our hands and gently kneading it. At the same time, we took her nipples into our mouths, licking, sucking, and lightly nibbling on the rapidly hardening nubs. Buttercup chimed in to remind us to be gentle with her, but Applejack assured her that we knew what we were doing. Even if Applejack hadn’t said anything, the steady stream of moans and whimpers flowing from her mouth probably would have spoken to our skill.

When I was satisfied with the stiffness of Applejack’s nipple and the volume of her vocalizations, I popped the glistening nub out of my mouth and continued my trip downwards. After kissing my way across her delicious, toned stomach, I reached her hips, the plump lips of her pussy already sopping wet. Apple Bloom threw her leg over Applejack and sat down on her hips, taking over the task of tending to Applejack’s breasts while I took care of things down below. I covered Applejack’s inner thighs and lower lips in a smattering of sloppy kisses while Apple Bloom nuzzled and kissed the fleshy mountains she held in her slender fingers.

Applejack’s hips bucked reflexively, desperate for more intense stimulation than my deliberately restrained ministrations provided. Grinning at her adorably needy display, I decided to be nice and give her what she wanted. Wrapping my arms around her thick, muscular thighs, I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers, lapping at her soft folds slowly, but forcefully. She reacted immediately, her moans graduating to loud wails of pleasure even before I slipped my tongue through her entrance and began probing her depths. Buttercup advised me to pay special attention to Applejack’s clit, or as she put it, her “little apple pip”. I already knew to do this, of course, but I made sure to spend a good while gently sucking on Applejack’s love button to show our mother that I knew what I was doing.

A few inches in front of my face, Apple Bloom’s sexy butt waggled back and forth enticingly, the combination of Applejack’s erotic exclamations and my hot breath on her nethers evidently getting to her. I quickly leaned forward and gave her lower lips a quick lick, both to tease her further and to remind her that she would have her turn soon enough. I heard her release a muffled moan into Applejack’s flesh, then saw her start grinding herself on Applejack’s stomach to tide herself over. I returned to Applejack’s pussy, thrusting my tongue in and out of her tight, wet tunnel, while Applejack wrapped her powerful legs around my head, locking me in place.

For a few minutes, I continued to work her tender folds, seeking out and firmly massaging Applejack’s most sensitive spots. Her thighs clamped down around my head tightly, but they were not enough to stop me from hearing her wails of ecstasy as I pushed her closer and closer to her peak. What did end up muffling her cries was something I had not anticipated. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Buttercup lie down on the bed next to Applejack and lean in towards her face. It was difficult for me to see past Apple Bloom’s round, perky cheeks, but I managed to make out Buttercup cradling Applejack’s head in one arm, placing her hand on Applejack’s cheek, and giving her a deep, passionate kiss. Applejack kissed her back just as passionately, mashing her lips against Buttercup’s and moaning into her mouth.

The added physical and mental stimulation of the incestuous kiss soon sent Applejack careening towards her climax. Of course, the sight of mother and daughter expressing their love for one another in such an intimate way also riled me up quite a bit as well. Over the next minute or two, I saw the telltale sighs that my big sister would soon be finished. Her hips bucked against my face, she pushed Apple Bloom’s head deep into her breasts, and her moans became frantic and uneven. Finally, she tore her lips from Buttercup’s and let out a long, piercing howl, filling the room with the sound of her pleasure. Her body shook violently, and a flood of warm liquid flowed from her clenching pussy directly into my waiting mouth. Apple Bloom and I did not let up, however, continuing to push her as far as we could as she rode out her orgasm.

Eventually, her screams ran out, leaving only breathy moans flowing from her mouth. Her body went limp, the steady rise and fall of her chest and the occasional twitch of her muscles being the only movements she made. Buttercup held Applejack’s head against her shoulder, stroking her hair and blowing cool air onto her sweaty forehead. Apple Bloom planted a series of soft, gentle kisses on her breasts, slowly moving up to her face. As usual, I swallowed down a generous helping of Applejack’s sweet nectar before licking up another mouthful, slowly and gently, to share with Apple Bloom. I pushed Applejack’s weakened legs apart and crawled forwards to lie beside Apple Bloom. I leaned in and shared a deep kiss with her, allowing her to send her tongue into my mouth and get a taste of our big sister.

By the time we were finished swallowing down the last drops of Applejack’s juices, Applejack herself had recovered enough to continue. She sat up, pulling both Apple Bloom and me in for a three-way kiss before helping me push Apple Bloom down onto the bed. We lowered her head into Buttercup’s embrace, spending a few more moments kissing her lips before moving down her body. Buttercup replaced our lips with hers, kissing her youngest as lovingly as she had kissed her oldest. Applejack and I made our way down to Apple Bloom’s perky breasts, giving each one as much love and attention as Applejack’s had gotten.

When her nipples were rock-hard and slathered with our saliva, I moved down her body and allowed Applejack to take over for me. Just as I had done for Applejack, I kissed my way down her stomach to her hips, teasing her soft, sensitive skin with kisses while Applejack tended to her up top. I didn’t spend as much time warming her up, however, as dealing with Applejack had already gotten her more than ready for me. When I felt the time was right, I pressed my face into her soft, plump lips, her delicate flower already dripping with sweet nectar. I heard Apple Bloom’s moans, muffled by Buttercup’s mouth, spike in volume, and felt her slender legs wrap around my head.

For several minutes, Buttercup, Applejack, and I worked to coax Apple Bloom to her climax. Buttercup continued to gently tongue wrestle with her, Applejack continued to nuzzle and suckle her breasts, and I probed the depths of her pussy with my tongue, occasionally taking time to give her clit a gentle tongue bath as well. Her vocalizations gradually grew louder and more varied, her body bucked and ground against ours, and her hands wandered wherever they pleased, caressing my head and Applejack’s and sinking her fingers into Applejack’s soft curves. After bravely holding out against our combined assault for as long as she could, Apple Bloom’s will and endurance finally crumbled, and she was plunged into her own intense orgasm.

She let out a shrieking, stuttering wail of ecstasy dotted with barely intelligible exclamations. Her legs might not have been as strong as Applejack’s, but that didn’t stop her from squeezing my head between her thighs as tightly as she could, determined to keep me right where I was. A tremor ran through her body, reaching all the way up to her scarlet head and all the way down to her petite feet, which wriggled and twitched against my back as she came. I forced my tongue to keep thrusting in and out of her even as her inner walls clamped down around it. A deluge of warm juices flowed from within her, that which did not end up in my mouth splattering across my lips and chin.

I felt the waves of pleasure surging through her gradually diminish, her body growing calmer and her moans growing quieter. When she was finished, she collapsed down onto the bed, her limbs limply resting on the covers. We tended to her as she enjoyed her afterglow, Buttercup planting gentle kisses on her forehead, Applejack lightly drawing her fingertips across the skin of her breasts, and I gently licking her lower lips clean. When I had gotten my fill, or enough to satisfy me at least, I lapped up the last traces of Apple Bloom’s juices and crawled up to Applejack. I gave Applejack a long kiss, just as I had with Apple Bloom, letting her get a taste of our little sister’s love. When Apple Bloom’s heavy breathing had calmed and her eyes drifted open, we leaned in and showered her in soft, gentle kisses.

Of my sisters and I, I was the only one who had not yet had my turn, something of which all three of us were well aware. My sisters looked at me with mischievous glints in their eyes and grins on their lips, their intentions perfectly clear. Taking hold of me, the two of them playfully wrestled me down onto my back, Buttercup cradling my head in her arm just as she had done for them. They started at my face, kissing every inch of my skin with those soft, feminine lips of theirs as they slowly moved down my neck, across my chest and stomach, finally arriving at my hips. They gently pushed my legs apart, giving themselves unobstructed access to that which they sought.

They gazed down upon my stiff member, their hot, moist breath caressing its sensitive skin and making it twitch. After giving me one last sensual smile, they leaned in, stuck out their tongues, and placed them at the base of my shaft. Together, they dragged their soft, warm tongues up my length, moving so slowly that it was almost tortuous. After an agonizingly long time, their tongues finally touched my head, each of them giving it a quick lick before moving back down again. Again and again they did this, slowly licking me from bottom to top and covering every inch in a thick coating of their saliva. They eventually grasped my shaft and angled it upwards, allowing them to get all around it and lap at my head like a lollipop when they reached it. The beads of pre that leaked out of my tip were eagerly licked up and swallowed down by whichever one of them got there first.

They soon had me moaning softly, their tender licks, kisses, and nuzzles sending a constant stream of pleasure flowing throughout my body. When my shaft was glistening wet, Apple Bloom wrapped one of her slender, feminine hands around it, squeezing it firmly, but gently. At the same time, she brought her mouth up to my head and parted her soft lips, taking me into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around my shaft just below my head and sucked in to form a tight seal. Her tongue swirled and danced across the tender flesh of my head, gently caressing every inch while she sucked away. Her hand, still wrapped around me, began moving up and down, slowly pumping me from bottom to top and back again. Meanwhile, Applejack lowered her head down to my balls, taking them into her warm mouth and using her tongue to massage them.

My eyes clamped shut as the surge of pleasure reached my brain, wiping my mind clear of everything but my rapidly increasing arousal. A few moments later, they fluttered open again as I felt a gentle hand on my cheek. Buttercup turned my head to face her, and I looked up into her beautiful face. Her eyes were overflowing with love, both of the tender, motherly sort, and of a much more primal sort. We stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment before finally leaning in and pressing our lips together, sharing a passionate, energetic kiss. I wrapped one arm around her and held her tightly against me while reaching up and stroking her cheek. Her soft, plump body rubbed up against mine as we explored each other’s mouths, her breasts squishing up against my chest and her smooth legs wrapping around one of mine.

A few minutes passed with us like that, although it was difficult for my lust-addled brain to keep track of the time. Applejack and Apple Bloom would occasionally switch places, one tending to my shaft and head while the other played with my balls. As they had done many times before, they started their pumping off slow, gradually accelerating until they reached a rapid, yet steady pace. Their strategy had the intended effect, and my body was slowly consumed by the pleasurable warmth radiating through it. I moaned and grunted into Buttercup’s mouth, kissing her ever more enthusiastically as I ran my fingers through her soft curls and held her head against mine. She kissed me back just as passionately, never hesitating, never shrinking from my touch, never giving me any reason to suspect that she wasn’t enjoying herself completely and utterly.

We broke our kiss eventually, both of us sucking much-needed air into our lungs. We pressed our faces together, staring at each other with half-lidded eyes and sharing our breaths. A particularly powerful suck, courtesy of Applejack, caused the pleasure coursing through me to spike, eliciting a grunting moan from me. Buttercup turned her head and looked downward for a moment, observing how Applejack was working me. She smiled and shook her head slowly, as if she were witnessing a small child doing something foolish out of ignorance.

“Applejack,” said Buttercup softly. Applejack looked up at her, keeping her lips wrapped around me. “Let go of him for a sec.”

Applejack looked confused, but moved to do what Buttercup had said, popping my head out of her mouth and ceasing her pumping. I, too, was wondering what in the world Buttercup was doing, until I saw her slowly reach down towards my throbbing shaft with her free hand. My sisters both watched with happy surprise on their faces as Buttercup tentatively wrapped her fingers around my length. Her grip slowly tightened and flexed, as if her muscles were trying to remember how to do something they had not done in many years. While her skin was not quite as soft as her daughters’, the way she gripped me once she finally settled in made me forget everything else. Her fingers applied the perfect amount of pressure to my aching flesh, squeezing me tightly enough to make me pant and moan, but gently enough to make me long for more.

Her touch felt amazing enough on its own even before she started moving. Slowly, she raised her hand up my length to my head, then immediately went back down again. As she pumped me, her fingers flexed and flowed like a flag rippling in the wind, and her hand twisted around me, ensuring that no inch of my skin felt the same touch more than once. The effect was immediate and overwhelming, her pumps catapulting me back into the haze of lust that had been building up in my mind as the minutes had passed. A stream of needy grunts and moans flowed forth once more, already louder than those that had come before. My sisters took note of my reaction, then focused their gazes on Buttercup’s dextrous fingers, jealously studying the technique of the more experienced woman.

As Buttercup’s pumps accelerated, soon reaching, and then surpassing, the speed that my sisters had been pumping at earlier, Applejack lowered herself down and joined Apple Bloom at my balls, my sisters each taking one of them in their mouths and working them with their tongues. The combination of all three of them working together like that was almost too much for me to handle, and in less than a minute, I felt my climax looming over me. My hips bucked reflexively, my breaths came quickly and erratically, and I clung tightly to Buttercup, staring up at her desperately. She looked back at me with those big blue-green eyes of hers, staring straight into my soul.

“It’s alright sweetie,” she whispered. “Go ahead and finish now. Go ahead and...give Mama what you got.”

And that’s exactly what I did. My will snapped like a twig, and I allowed the pressure building up within me to explode outward in the only way it could. My muscles clenched, my eyes clamped shut, and I let out a loud roar of ecstasy that echoed throughout the room. I felt the flood as it boiled up within me, shot up my length, then erupted out of me with the force of a volcano. Each mighty burst sent a tidal wave of pleasure barreling into me, drowning me in a sea of lust. Buttercup’s hand never stopped, continuing to pump me at record speeds, milking every last drop out of me. I clung tightly to her the entire time, pressing my face into her chest and nuzzling her soft skin.

After what felt like minutes of constant pleasure, my mother and sisters managed to coax one final burst of seed out of me, then I collapsed down onto the bed. I lied there, limp as a rag doll, reveling in the gentle warmth of my afterglow. My chest rose and fell rapidly, drawing air into my lungs to cool my exhausted body and soothe my spent muscles. Through the thick haze clouding my mind, I detected the gentle touch of my sisters’ tongues on my balls and felt my mother’s fingers lightly stroking my shaft. I also felt a pair of soft, plump lips press against my skin as Buttercup planted gentle kisses on my forehead and cheeks.

Eventually, my eyes fluttered open, and I looked up into Buttercup’s face. She looked back at me, a tender smile on her lips and love in her eyes. I smiled back at her weakly for a moment before lowering my gaze to the scene down below. I had ended up making a bit of a mess in my throes of passion, my liquid love splattering over my sisters’ faces, my mother’s hand, and my stomach. As I watched, Applejack and Apple Bloom turned their tongues on each other, licking each other clean and sharing sloppy kisses in between swallows. When they were finished, they quickly lapped up the mess on my chest, not allowing a single drop of my seed to go to waste. Finally, they turned on our mother, playfully licking, sucking, and nuzzling her wet fingers like household pets licking food from their master’s hand.

Buttercup chuckled as she watched them, stroking their faces and hair as they worked. “You three really do love each other, don’t you?” she said, more to herself than to anybody else.

“We love you too, Mama,” said Applejack as she and Apple Bloom slurped down the last of my seed.

The two of them quickly crawled upwards and lied down on top of Buttercup and I. The four of us smiled at one another, leaning in and exchanging gentle kisses and nuzzling each other’s faces.

“I wanna thank you three,” Buttercup whispered in between kisses.

“Thank us for what?” I asked.

“For sharin’ this with me,” said Buttercup. “For sharin’...yourselves with me. I haven’t felt this loved in...a very long time. Thank you...from the bottom of my heart.”

“You’re welcome, Mama,” said Apple Bloom, nuzzling Buttercup’s ample chest.

“You know...we could share a little more with you...if you want,” said Applejack. “You’ve already helped us take care of each other, so we’re happy to...take care of you too.”

Buttercup smiled and gently stroked Applejack’s hair. “Oh, sweetie...I appreciate the offer...I really do, but...I don’t think I’m...quite ready for that yet,” she said. “But don’t you worry about your ol’ mama. I won’t have any trouble...takin’ care of myself later...especially after everythin’ we’ve done tonight.”

“Well...can we at least...snuggle together for a little while?” asked Apple Bloom.

Buttercup leaned in and gave her a kiss on her forehead. “Of course we can, sweetheart,” she said.

The four of us wrapped our arms around each other, pulling ourselves into a tight, warm hug. My sisters and I rested our heads on our mother’s chest, her pillows being big and soft enough to accommodate all three of us easily. Three sets of smooth, feminine legs entwined with mine, and three pairs of soft, tender feet caressed me. As I closed my eyes, I felt Buttercup raise a hand and softly stroke our heads as she hummed a quiet lullaby. The winter winds still blew outside the window, and the old farmhouse still creaked under its touch, but in that moment, I couldn’t have felt more comfortable, more safe, and more loved than I did.