Author's Note

Chapter contains: Human/Humanized, Incest, Unrealistic Anatomy, Harem/Polygamy, (MFFF) Foursome, Vaginal Sex, Missionary Position, Creampie

Want

There were few things that calmed me down quicker than taking a nice, relaxing stroll through the orchard. That afternoon in particular was an especially good time to do so. The previous night’s snowfall had covered the ground in a beautiful blanket of white. The clouds overhead had parted by noon, allowing the midday sun to warm me with its light. A gentle breeze blew through the sleeping trees around me, just chilly enough to remind me that spring was still a week or so away. All in all, it was as picturesque a setting as one could reasonably hope for while taking a walk. Despite this, my heart was beating fast, my palms were sweaty, and my throat felt unusually dry.

I looked over to my right, where Applejack was walking beside me. Someone less familiar with her probably wouldn’t have noticed anything unusual about her, her expression and posture providing no obvious clues as to her mental state. Having known her for my entire life, however, I immediately detected the signs that she was worried as well. I noticed how her long legs took slightly shorter steps than normal, how her hands were balled into fists in her coat pockets, and how her head was bent down ever-so-slightly, her eyes never leaving the ground.

Next, I looked over to my left, where Apple Bloom was keeping pace with us. Unlike our big sister, she was not very wary about letting others know how she was feeling. She rubbed her lips together and grumbled softly as she too looked down at the ground. In her hand was a small stick she had picked up, which she absentmindedly swung through the air beside her. I was used to seeing Applejack behave in such a reserved manner, but to see the normally energetic Apple Bloom acting that way was unsettling.

Clearly, both of my sisters were as concerned as I was, perhaps even more so. I could hardly blame them; it was rare indeed that Buttercup requested to speak with my sisters and I in private. And what’s more, she had requested that we meet her out at the edge of the farm, all the way out at her and our father’s tree. Outside of certain anniversaries, the four of us almost never went out there altogether like that. The fact Buttercup had requested the meeting only a few days after my date with her was something I was very much aware of.

“You don’t think...you don’t think she’s mad at us...do you?” said Apple Bloom, breaking the awkward silence we had been walking in.

“I sure hope not,” I said. Buttercup had not seemed angry when she had spoken to us during lunch earlier, merely serious. That being said, our mother was the sort of woman to get quiet when she was angry, not loud. “I hope it wasn’t something I did the other night.”

“It can’t be,” said Applejack. “I saw how she was actin’ on the way home that night. She looked happier than I’d seen her in a long time.”

“Well, if it’s not that, then what?” I said. Applejack said nothing.

“Maybe...maybe it’s somethin’ good,” said Apple Bloom. “Maybe we finally got through to her. She might have...found someone.”

It was not an outlandish suggestion. The whole point of what my sisters and I had been doing over the past few months was to help Buttercup find love again wherever she could. While we had offered to let her into our relationship and let us give her the love she needed, we had always known that her taking us up on that offer would be a longshot. If she had not shown trepidation at being romantically involved with even someone outside of our family, then I would probably have been more likely to consider that that was the situation. Still, perhaps my efforts during our date had borne fruit, and Buttercup had finally decided to give it a go with someone of her own choosing.

The thought filled me with mixed feelings. Obviously, I would have been happy for Buttercup if she had indeed found a good man be with. At the same time, I couldn’t help but feel oddly disheartened at the idea that she had chosen to be with a man other than me. My feelings seemed silly when I thought of them that way; expecting a woman to love her son in that way just because he was an option was ludicrous. I suppose my perspective was just a bit biased, what with everything I had been through with my sisters, and I had not considered that most people did not love their family members in the same way I did.

Buttercup was free to make her choice, and I would respect her decision no matter what, but part of me would still feel sad at her leaving us. And leave us she would, if she truly found a worthy man to spend her life with. No longer would she be so intimate with us, either in the bedroom or out. She would go back to being merely our mother, go back to keeping her innermost thoughts and feelings from us, instead sharing them. That’s what I would miss most, I realized. I had loved getting to know her better, just as she had gotten to know us better. My mother was a remarkable woman, and I loved every bit of her that she had ventured to share with us over the past months. I loved being with her, I loved comforting her, and I loved making her happy. I would just have to live with the fact that I might not get to do that for much longer.

“If she did find someone, then...we’ll just have to support her. Won’t we?” I said, looking at each of my sisters in turn.

“Yeah,” said Apple Bloom, giving me a halfhearted smile.

“Of course we will,” said Applejack with a similar lack of enthusiasm.

As we continued walking, we unconsciously reached out and took hold of each other’s hands, holding them tightly.

Buttercup was already at the small clearing where the miraculous double-tree grew by the time we arrived. We saw her standing before the tree and looking up at it as we stepped out of the orchard. She had her back turned to us, but I had no doubt that she was aware of our presence. Despite this, she gave no acknowledgement as we slowly approached her, stopping when we were several feet away from her. We stood there silently for several moments, waiting to see what Buttercup would do.

The answer was, apparently, nothing, as the moment dragged on for an awkwardly long time. “Mama?” said Applejack, finally breaking the silence.

A moment later, Buttercup slowly lowered her head and breathed a long, contented sigh before turning around and facing us. Her face in that moment was not the face of a stern parent, the face I had been half-expecting to see. I saw no traces of anger, or even sadness for that matter. She looked happy, but not the joyous, exuberant kind of happy. The happiness I saw in her soft features was the sort of gentle happiness you feel when you’ve reached the end of a long struggle and can finally relax and let your guard down. I was surprised to see her like that, but not unpleasantly so.

“Hey,” she said softly.

“Hey,” I said tentatively.

“Relax, you three,” said Buttercup, evidently sensing our anxiety and confusion. “I didn’t bring you up here to yell at you.”

“Well then...why did you bring us up here?” said Apple Bloom.

“I brought you here...because I wanna tell you a few things,” said Buttercup. “I wanna...tell you the truth about a few things. And I’m hopin’ that, after I do...you three will tell me the truth about a few things too.”

“Well...sure,” said Applejack. “We ain’t got nothin’ to hide; not from you.”

Buttercup’s smile widened momentarily. “I can always count on you to give me the honest truth,” she said. “I can for all of you.”

Buttercup took a few steps forward, standing right in front of us. “You three have grown up into such fine people,” she said. “You’re all honest, brave, selfless...you’re everythin’ a mother could hope for in her children.”

“That’s only ‘cause we had such a good mom to...show us the way,” I said.

“Well...I can’t take all the credit,” said Buttercup. “You three had a father too.” A hint of sadness crept into her eyes, but her smile never faltered. “You might not have known him for very long, but...I think he did just as much for y’all as I did.

“It’s been over a decade. It’s been over a decade since...I’ve seen his face...heard his laugh...felt his touch. But in all that time...I’ve never forgotten. I’ve never forgotten, and...I don’t think I ever will. You know why that is?” My sisters and I silently shook our heads.

“I’ll never forget him...because of you three,” said Buttercup. “You three have so much of him in you, that...I can’t help but think of him every time I look at you.” She looked over at Apple Bloom, reaching out and stroking her long, red hair. “You got his hair.” She looked over at Applejack and stroked her cheek. “You got his eyes and...those adorable little freckles.” Finally she looked at me, gently taking hold of my head with both hands. “You got his chin, his nose...and his lips.” She released me, looking around at us again.

“You three remind me so much of him,” she said, “and not just on the outside. You might not remember it too well, but...he was a lot like you three. He laughed like you do. He cried like you do. He got angry like you do...although, that didn’t happen very often. All the little things that made me love him...are the same things that make me love you...the things that have made me love you for all these years. And now...they’re makin’ me love you in a whole different way.

“All the things we’ve been doin’ recently...they’ve just reminded me of what it was like to be with him...to be with someone who loved me. The way you three hold me...comfort me...even when I don’t ask for it...he would do that too. The way you three have kept me company...listened to me...cared about my feelin’s...I love it. I’ve loved every second of it. These past few months have been the happiest I’ve had in...a very long time. I’ll always be grateful for what you’ve done for me, but...the fact of the matter is...it ain’t enough. What we have now...it ain’t enough for me. I want more. I don’t just want a tide-me-over...I want the real thing.”

“Mama, you...you mean...” began Apple Bloom.

Buttercup smiled. “Apple Bloom, Anon, Applejack,” she said, looking at each of us in turn, “I love you. I love you three more than I can say. I don’t know if it’s...a mother’s love or...somethin’ else. Frankly, I don’t care anymore. I...I want you. I want all three of you. I want us to be together...now and always. I want to love you and...I want you to love me. I want you to love me...like only you three can love me...and that’s the honest truth.”

Silence hung over the clearing. The breeze had stopped. High above our heads, the double-tree seemed to gaze down upon us, watching with anticipation. The whole world seemed to be holding its breath, waiting to see what would happen next. For a moment, I too felt like I was merely an observer looking on at the scene, rather than an active participant.

“Mom,” I said, the only word I could think to say.

“I...w-we...” began Applejack.

“We love you too!” announced Apple Bloom, her voice piercing the air like a clap of thunder. “We love you so much. Please...please let us love you. Please be with us.” From the sound of her voice, I could tell she was holding back tears.

Buttercup smiled at her sweetly, as if she were a small child who had just said something adorably ignorant. “Is that really what you want?” she said. “Is that the truth?”

“It is,” said Applejack. “Mom, we...we really do love you. We love havin’ you be a part of what we have. We...we want you to stay with us.”

Buttercup smiled at her, then looked at me. “And you?” she said.

I smiled back at her and nodded. “Yes, Mama,” I said. “I...I love you. I love bein’ with you. We all do. We want you to love us...and we want to love you too.”

“Sweeties,” Buttercup sighed, “I know you love me. I haven’t been keepin’ this from you ‘cause I thought...you’d reject me. I’ve been holdin’ back because...I didn’t wanna hurt you. I didn’t wanna ruin what you have.”

“Ruin what we have?” said Applejack. “Mama, that’s...that’s ridiculous!”

“Yeah!” said Apple Bloom. “You’re the one who’s helpin’ us with our relationship.”

“I’m also the one who might ruin it,” said Buttercup. “Girls...Anon...when you three first told me that y’all were together...that y’all were gonna be together forever...I didn’t believe you. I knew you loved each other, but...I didn’t think you had it in you to keep that goin’. I thought you three were just a bunch of lovestruck kids lettin’ your hearts lead you wherever they wanted. I was wrong...and I’m happy to admit that. After everythin’ I’ve seen...I have no doubt in my mind that you three will make this work. As crazy as it is...a man and his sisters...you made it work.

“That’s why I’ve never said this before. That’s why I’ve always been so...afraid of leanin’ on you three. I thought that, if I went all-in...it’d be too much for y’all to handle. Expectin’ a man to take care of another woman on top of the two he already had, expectin’ his women to share even more then they already were...I thought it couldn’t be done. I thought that I’d just...drive a wedge between you three and...tear down what I’ve been tryin’ to help you build up.”

“If that’s what you’ve been thinkin’,” I said, “why tell us this now? What changed?”

“I changed,” said Buttercup. “The way I see things...the way I see you three...that’s what’s changed. Bein’ together with you three...it’s made me realize how much of a fool I’ve been. I’ve been treatin’ you three like children that didn’t know what you were doin’, but that was wrong of me. You three ain’t been children for a long time. You three are grown adults and...you’re capable of makin’ your own decisions. You know yourselves, and you know each other...and you know me.

“Anon, you told me that I was a woman worth lovin’. I know you ain’t a liar, and I know you ain’t a fool...so I’m inclined to believe you. I also know that you’re a good man...a man good enough for both of my daughters. You always have been. And you two, Apple Bloom and Applejack...you two are good enough for any man out there...and for each other. I trust you three...which is why I’m trustin’ you to make this decision.

“I need you three to understand what you’re gettin’ into...and then I need you to look me in the eye and tell me that’s what you really want. I’m not like you three. I’m an old woman with...a lotta baggage. If I’m gonna be with a man again...then I’m not gonna hold myself back...I’m not gonna pull my punches. I’m gonna take what I need from him; I’m gonna take all the love and attention that I’ve been missin’ out on for all these years. I know that’s askin’ a lot, but...that’s what I really want...that’s what I need. And if I can’t get it from you three, then...I’ll have to get it from somebody else.

“I can’t go back to the way I used to be, lockin’ up my feelin’s just to spare folks; my heart can’t take it. No matter what happens...you three will get what you wanted. I won’t sit up my room feelin’ sorry for myself anymore. If you three decide that you...don’t want me...then I’ll find someone else, just like I promised. What’s more, I promise that...no matter what happens...no matter what you decide...I won’t think any less of you for it. I promise I’ll still love you...as much as any mother ever loved her children.”

Another long silence passed as my sisters and I stood there, Buttercup’s words sinking into our brains. I knew what she meant and I knew what she was thinking. Our initial motivation for bringing Buttercup into the fold had been purely selfless. We had done what we had done out of a desire to help her, a desire to give her what she needed and wanted. It had been the same with Apple Bloom when she had joined Applejack and I, and it was the same again. Once again, I had to ask myself why I wanted to be with the woman I loved so much. Was it because of my desire to help her and make her happy, or was it because, deep down, I really did want her? Was it because I really did love her?

While I was lost in thought, Apple Bloom stepped forward, holding her head high and looking Buttercup square in the eye. “Mom. Buttercup. I...I meant what I said,” said Apple Bloom. “I do love you. I love you for the same reasons I love them. You care about me. You care about my feelin’s and...you give me attention without me havin’ to ask for it. I used to not appreciate that on account of...on account of you treatin’ me like a child; I don’t feel that way any more. I love bein’ your daughter, and...I love bein’ your friend. I really love that you...treat me like more of an equal these days...like more of an adult. I don’t want that to stop. I don’t wanna go back to bein’ just your daughter. I wanna keep lovin’ you like a woman...just like you love me.”

Buttercup smiled and stepped up to Apple Bloom, reaching up and gently placing her hands on her cheeks. She leaned in and pressed her lips against Apple Bloom’s, giving her a short, gentle smooch. “I’ll always love you,” Buttercup said softly, “my beautiful, grown-up daughter.”

“Buttercup,” said Applejack, prompting Buttercup to turn her attention to her. “I...I love you too. You’re one of the only people that really makes me feel...safe. You always make me feel like...everythin’ll be alright. You’ve always done that. You’ve always been strong for me...even when I was tryin’ to be strong for you. I want us to keep bein’ strong for each other. I want us to protect each other, look after each other, take care of each other...and not just as mother and daughter. I want us to love each other as more than just family...more than just friends. I wanna love you like...a woman.”

Buttercup walked over to Applejack, leaning in and giving her a loving kiss as well. “I’ll always look after you,” she said, “my strong little apple.” A moment later, Buttercup looked over at me, giving me a smile. She approached me and placed her hands on my shoulders, just as I placed my hands on her waist. I stared into her big, blue-green eyes, matching the smile on her lips.

“Buttercup,” I said. “You’ve done so much for me over the years. You’ve done so much for all of us. If it weren’t for you...I doubt they and I would even be together. I’m so incredibly grateful to you for that...for everythin’. You’ve always made us stronger; you’ve always held us together. You could never ruin what we have, you could only make it better, just like you’ve always made our lives better. We need you in our lives...and we want you in our lives. I want you in my life. I want to give you whatever you want...whatever you need to feel loved again. I promise you I’ll be the man you think I am. I promise you...I’ll be a good man to you...to you and them. I’ll be your man...and you’ll be my woman...because that’s what I want.”

Buttercup looked up at me, her eyes moist and her lips quivering. As she pushed herself up on the tips of her toes and leaned in, I leaned my head down and pressed my lips against hers. We wrapped our arms around each other as we shared our passionate kiss. As her plump lips caressed my own, I heard the sound of her soft sobbing. We parted and she buried her face in my chest, holding me tightly as her sobbing grew stronger. “I’ll hold you to that,” she said.

I softly caressed her back and nuzzled her soft curls as she cried, her sentimentality gradually spreading to me as well. As I felt tears welling up behind my own eyes, tears of love for my beloved mother, I noticed my sisters stepping up to us. Together, they wrapped their arms around us, the three of us hugging Buttercup between us. I reached around them and pulled all of us together, my sisters and I burying our faces in Buttercup’s poofy hair. Even muffled by such a significant cushion, I heard my sisters weep softly as well. Our tears flowed freely, as we no longer had any reason to hold them back.

The four of us cried until our cheeks were damp; we remained as we were for even longer, until the gentle breeze had dried our faces. An unspoken signal passed between us, and we slowly pulled apart, but remained huddled closely together. We looked back and forth between each other, unable to wipe the smiles from our faces. At last, I took a deep breath and looked Buttercup in the eye.

“So,” I said softly, “should we...make it official?”

“There’s nothin’ I’d love more,” said Buttercup, her smile widening.

I reached out and took Buttercup’s hands in mine, holding them between us. I looked into her big, blue-green eyes and spoke directly from my heart. “Buttercup,” I said. “I promise...to be your man. I promise to love you, to look after you, to protect you...forever and always.”

Buttercup’s eyes said everything I needed to hear, but that didn’t stop her from saying those beautiful words anyway. “Anon,” she said, “I promise to be your woman. I promise to always love you, always look after you, and always protect you...for the rest of our lives.”

“And I’ll hold you to that,” I said.

Buttercup chuckled as she reached out and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in close. I held her around her middle, squeezing her tightly as I moved my head in towards hers. We closed our eyes and brought our lips together, sharing our first kiss as man and woman. To my mind, her lips felt softer, her tongue felt warmer, and her touch more comforting than I could ever recall them being. As our tongues swirled together in a gentle dance, a profound feeling of contentment came over me. I was happy, my sisters were happy, and for the first time in a long time, Buttercup, my mother, now my woman, was truly happy too.

That night was a very special night indeed. For the first time, my sisters, my mother, and I were able to enjoy each other’s company without any barriers between us. We would always be family, and we would always be friends, but no longer would we let those things keep us from loving each other in whatever ways we pleased. No longer would Buttercup be the apprehensive mother, or the self-conscious sexfriend; that night, and every night for the rest of our lives, she would be a woman, my woman. At the same time, I would be her man, and I intended to give her what she had been wanting a man to give her for many a year.

Once the four of us had assembled on Buttercup’s bed, we wasted little time in falling into each other’s arms. We laid back against the pillows as we rubbed our warm bodies together, giggling and exchanging smooches with each other. As we lied there, nuzzling and fondling each other, I couldn’t help but notice a change in Buttercup. She seemed so much more carefree than she usually did when she joined my sisters and I in bed. While she always seemed to enjoy herself, she also seemed to be having fun as well, more fun than I could ever recall her having during our nightly romps. Good for her, I thought. More than any of us, she deserved to let loose and enjoy herself.

My sisters and I made a conscious effort to focus on her that night, although all four of us got our fair share of attention as well. I got to send my tongue inside each one of their hot, wet mouths as we took turns tongue wrestling with each other. We even came together for a series of passionate four-way kisses, three sets of soft, feminine lips mashing against mine at once. Buttercup received kisses on every inch of her beautiful face, her chin, and her neck. We even pushed aside her downy curls and exposed the back of her neck and the small image of the preserve jar that was emblazoned on the skin there. My sisters and I each took a turn planting long, firm kisses on her cutie mark, eliciting soft, relaxed moans from Buttercup.

As much as we loved kissing each other, the four of us had much bigger plans that evening than mere foreplay. Not long after we began, our hands made their way to the edges of our clothing and began stripping garments from bodies with gusto. One by one, three pairs of big, soft breasts were bared, their pretty pink nipples growing stiffer by the minute. Three pairs of moist panties were casually tossed aside, exposing three perfect, plump pussies. My clothes soon joined the others’ on the bedroom floor and the four of us came together again, wrapping our limbs around each other and gently grinding against one another.

My sisters and I continued planting kisses on Buttercup’s skin, gradually moving down her neck to her ample chest. We dove right into the pillowy flesh of her breasts, nuzzling our faces into each mountain as well as the long valley between them. Our lips and tongues danced across them as energetically as if her skin were coated with sweet honey, which to my lust-addled brain, it might as well have been. Rising to their crests, we came upon her two thick nubs standing tall and erect, begging for our attention. We were more than happy to provide that attention, taking turns wrapping our mouths around them and passionately suckling on them as if we expected warm milk to flow forth.

Throughout all of this, Buttercup’s sensual moans and whimpers filled our ears, only spurring us on further. She put her hands on the backs of our heads, gently petting us and pressing our faces deeper into her flesh. We looked up at her and smiled with our eyes; she looked down at us, her eyes full of love and lust. I took one last turn on Buttercup’s nipples, taking one in my mouth and giving it a thorough tongue bath. When I was finished, I shared quick kisses with both Applejack and Apple Bloom, then moved on to my next target.

I kissed my way down the curvature of Buttercup’s breast to her soft tummy, moving down to her belly button. I spent a few moments caressing the little indent with my tongue and nuzzling my face into her delightfully plush flesh before moving on again. Several more kisses later, I found myself between her huge thighs, face-to-face with her smooth, pale pink pussy. Her plump lips were already glistening wet, a slow trickle of her juices leaking from between them and down onto the bed. I pressed my lips against the tender flesh, planting kisses from thigh to thigh and back again. Buttercup’s moans grew louder and breathier as I teased her most sensitive spot with my lips and tongue, just as my sisters continued to work on her breasts.

When I finally opened my mouth wide and pressed my lips against hers, drawing my tongue up and down her slit, Buttercup’s hips bucked reflexively and she let out an adorable squeal. Her thighs came together around my head, enveloping me like a couple of soft, warm pillows. I reached up and took hold of them, sinking my fingers into the thick flesh and squeezing it gently. As my tongue wandered between her lips and stroked her delicate inner folds, my hands wandered down and around her hips, reaching the twin globes of her butt cheeks. I gleefully fondled the massive mounds, still amazed at just how much woman she really was.

I spent another minute or two teasing her like that, slowly lapping at her soft petals and slurping down the sweet nectar that flowed from them. I made sure to spend some time tending to her clit as well, taking it in my mouth and alternating between giving it quick flicks and long, slow licks. The combination of my and my sisters’ efforts seemed to have the desired effect, Buttercup’s vocalizations and body movements gradually growing more intense. When, at last, I felt that she had suffered enough, I gently prized apart her thighs and pulled back my head.

“I think she’s ready,” I said.

Applejack and Apple Bloom removed their mouths from Buttercup’s nipples, their lips making lewd pops as the suction was broken. They sat up and looked down at me, smiling mischievously. “Maybe she is,” said Apple Bloom, “but you ain’t.”

Before I could react, the two of them leaned down and each grabbed one of my arms, hauling me up towards them. They threw me down onto my back beside Buttercup then fell on top of me, holding me down with their combined weight. They pressed their lips against mine, slipping their tongues into my mouth and twirling them around mine. As they did this, I felt their hands slowly slide down my chest, my stomach, and eventually arrive between my legs. As soon as their soft, feminine hands took hold of me, I moaned into their mouths and closed my eyes, the sudden surge of pleasure catching me off guard. I allowed myself to be swept away by the sensations as they slowly pumped my rock-hard shaft and tenderly massaged my balls.

So lost was I in my own arousal that it came as a great surprise to me when Applejack and Apple Bloom’s weight was suddenly lifted off of me, their lips were yanked off of my own, and their hands released their grip on me. My eyes shot open and I was greeted with the sight of Buttercup kneeling between my legs. Each of her arms was wrapped around one of my sisters, holding them with their backs pressed against her chest. Each one of her hands was grabbing one of their breasts, kneading their soft flesh and toying with their nipples. My sisters’ faces were contorted in pleasure as Buttercup coaxed a slew of moans and whimpers from them with only her dextrous fingers. Buttercup looked down at her daughters, her eyes filled with a carnal intensity that would not be unfitting to call “predatory”.

“Girls,” she said as she continued to tweak my sisters’ nipples. Her tone was calm, but at the same time, cold and commanding, leaving no question as to who was in charge. Her sudden change in her demeanor, as well as her quick establishment of dominance over the younger women, left me shocked, fearful, and incredibly aroused. “I love you two, but tonight, Mama’s gonna take care of her man all by herself. Understand?” She punctuated her question with a firm pinch on both Applejack’s and Apple Bloom’s nipples.

My sisters squealed, then turned their heads and looked up at the mature, experienced woman. “Y-Yes, Mama,” they moaned together.

“Good,” said Buttercup. “Now, you two be good little girls and go play over there.” She nodded towards the unoccupied half of the bed as she said this.

“Yes, Mama,” said Applejack and Apple Bloom. Buttercup carefully lowered them down onto the bed beside me, where they fell on top of each other and dutifully started playing with each other.

I only had a moment to process this before Buttercup pounced on me like a true cougar, pinning me down with her plump, motherly body and holding my arms back against the bed. She pressed her face up against mine, her hot breath caressing my lips and her eyes staring directly into mine. I saw the same intensity in her gaze that I had a moment earlier, but noticed that it had become much more desperate and needy than outright domineering. She slowly rubbed her slick lower lips against my stiff member, catapulting me back into the swirling pool of pleasure I had emerged from moments earlier.

“I’m gonna get you all warmed up, sweetie,” said Buttercup. “Then...you’re gonna make love to me like a man really makes love to a woman.”

The sensation of her tender flesh rubbing against me was almost overwhelming, quickly filling every corner of my mind with carnal desire. I was in no state to speak through my moaning, so I merely nodded my head and grunted my agreement. I saw a grin flash across Buttercup’s lips for an instant before she closed her eyes and pressed her plump lips against mine, kissing me forcefully and passionately. Her tongue invaded my mouth, throwing itself against mine with a fervor that I had never seen from her. I did my best to fight back, wrapping my tongue around hers and joining her in a gloriously lewd battle.

As we continued our intense makeout session, Buttercup grabbed my hands one by one and moved them to her breasts, pressing them deeply into her soft, warm flesh. Taking the hint, I allowed my fingers to explore every glorious inch of them, squishing and kneading them like pastry dough. My hands eventually started wandering all over her beautiful body, caressing her smooth back, running through her soft, curly hair, and grabbing handfuls of her jiggly flesh. I paid special attention to her magnificent butt, hefting the weighty cheeks up and down, prizing them apart, and squishing them back together again. I even gave her a few sharp swats on her vulnerable flesh, making her moan into my mouth. Ever since the revelation that she enjoyed such play, I had made a point to learn exactly how hard she liked it and how much she enjoyed taking at once.

After a minute or two of this, I was already desperate to move on from mere foreplay, but Buttercup seemingly had other plans for me. She began kissing her way downward, crossing my chin, my neck, my chest, and my stomach, before finally arriving at her destination. She stared down at my throbbing member, and I could have sworn I saw her lick her lips. Rather than dive right in, she took a moment to blow a gentle stream of cool air onto my sensitive skin, which was still enough to make me pant. She looked back up at me, giving me a sultry smile before finally lowering her face and pressing those plush lips of hers against my head.

A jolt of pleasure shot down my length and back up to my brain, making me moan and clamp my eyes shut. The first kiss was soon followed by a second, then a third, then a whole smattering of kisses, each one slightly lower than that last. She worked her way down my shaft at a snail’s pace, letting me savor her each and every touch. When she finally reached my base, she moved lower still and planted a long, firm smooch on each one of my balls. Next, she reached a hand up and wrapped her fingers around my base, slowly pulling my shaft up off of my stomach and angling it upwards. At the same time, she placed her tongue at my base and took a long, slow lick up the entirety of my length, reaching my tip just as I was fully upright.

She placed her tongue on my head and slowly drew circles around it, starting from the bottom and working up to the tip. When she reached it, she quickly lapped up the beads of pre that had leaked out, swallowing them down before returning to polishing my head. My hips were bucking reflexively by the time I had been suitably slathered with her saliva, my body aching for more intense stimulation. Thankfully, while Buttercup was certainly playful, she was not at all heartless, and so decided to give me what I wanted. She pressed the two pillows she called lips against my tip, gently forcing it between them and into her mouth. She kept a tight seal around me with her mouth as she descended, swallowing me up one inch at a time. By the time I felt my tip reach her throat, my heart was pounding like a drum and my breaths came frantically.

I felt Buttercup suck in, forming a vacuum seal around me tighter than either of my sisters were capable of producing. A grunt escaped my lips as the pleasure hit me, followed by a steady stream of moans as Buttercup slowly rose up my length. Her soft tongue caressed my shaft as she moved, gradually getting every inch of it nice and wet. When her lips reached my head, she gave my tip a quick lick before reversing course and moving back down towards my base. Buttercup continued to bob her head up and down, going faster and deeper with every repetition. In the brief moments that I managed to prize my eyes open and look down at her, I saw her looking up at me, her eyes hinting at the lewd thoughts that must have been going through her head.

I don’t know how long I lied there, trying to keep my mind and body under control as the experienced woman had her way with me. Every once in a while, I happened to glance over to my side and see my sisters, who had found their own way of passing the time together. They had their arms wrapped around each other and their thighs placed against each other’s pussies, humping each other as they exchanged sloppy kisses. Eventually, when I was starting to think Buttercup was just going to finish me off right then and there, she put a stop to her sucking, drawing her lips all the way up and off of my dripping-wet member.

I had a brief reprieve as Buttercup pushed herself up on her hands and knees and crawled over me, her pendulous breasts resting on my chest as she looked down at me. “Are you ready?” she asked in a tone that told me it would not matter how I replied. Not that I would have said no, of course. There was nothing more I wanted to do in that moment than to wrap my arms around her, throw her down on the bed, and go to town on her, so that is exactly what I did.

Buttercup yelped in surprise as I grabbed her around her waist and pulled her down onto me, her breasts squishing against me as I held her tight. With a lust-fueled burst of strength, I heaved her plump body to the side, rolling us over and reversing our positions. I held her down on the bed, pinning her arms to the sides of her head. We stared into each other’s eyes, both of us breathing heavily.

“Are you?” I said softly.

“Yes,” Buttercup breathed. “Yes. Do it already. Make me yours.”

She didn’t need to tell me twice. I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers, giving her an intense, passionate kiss. As we tongue wrestled, I allowed one of my hands to travel down her body, eventually reaching the spot where our hips rubbed together. I raised my hips into the air, giving me room to reach between us and take hold of my aching member. I slowly repositioned it, angling it lower and gently pressing my tip against Buttercup’s warm, wet lips. A shiver of pleasure passed through both of us as I made contact with her silken skin, making us moan and break our kiss. Buttercup stared up at me for a moment, a needy look in her eye, then slowly nodded her head. I took a deep breath, then slowly pushed myself between her lips, through her entrance, and into her depths.

With all the teasing I had been through already, the powerful surge of sensory pleasure that hit me as I forced my way into her tight passageway almost sent me hurtling over the edge right then and there. Miraculously, I managed to keep control of myself and regain my focus despite the silken flesh squeezing my head like a vice. The grunts and moans that were provoked by our touch slowly subsided, leaving us merely panting. Buttercup’s tight grip on me relaxed slightly as well, allowing me to resume pushing my way into her.

Once my head had been completely swallowed up, I began forcing the rest of my length inside her, one inch at a time. Every little movement I made sent another shockwave coursing through us, each one accompanied by a slew of grunts, moans, whimpers, and a dozen other kinds of noise. When our eyes weren’t clamped shut from the sensation, they were locked on each other, conveying the feelings that words could not. Several agonizing moments of heavenly torture passed as I continued to penetrate her, the grip of her inner walls fighting me all the way. Eventually, however, I felt the last bit of my shaft slide into her, smothered by her hot, wet flesh all around.

For a long while, we merely lied together like that, my mother and I joined as man and woman in both mind and body. Our faces were pressed together, the two of us staring at each other with half-lidded eyes as we shared each other’s breath. As our lust-addled minds slowly came to terms with what we had done, our lips stretched into smiles and we chuckled softly. I crossed the meager distance between us and kissed her deeply, sending my tongue into her mouth to gently caress hers. At the same time, I reached up and placed my hands on hers, the two of us lacing our fingers together and holding each other tight.

When I was ready, I braced myself and slowly drew back my hips, pulling myself back out of Buttercup’s depths. Both of us moaned into each other’s mouths as our sensitive skin rubbed together and she reflexively clamped down around me. It took me a while to make my way out, as I had to pace myself to avoid being overwhelmed by pleasure. After several long, tense moments, I finally felt the last of my shaft emerge, leaving only my head still nestled in her loving grasp. I paused only a moment before pushing myself in again, slowly hilting inside of her once more. As soon as I had finished the first cycle, I immediately started on a second, then a third, and so on.

I gradually got into a rhythm, each thrust slightly faster and slightly more forceful than the last. We continued kissing, our lips eventually parting and traveling over the rest of each other’s faces. We nuzzled each other while we planted quick, sloppy kisses and licks on each other’s cheeks, chins, and necks. Buttercup cooed my name in that sultry, womanly voice of hers, just as I whispered hers. She rubbed her thick legs against my thighs and lower back, eventually just wrapping them around my hips and squeezing me against herself.

“Harder,” she whispered as I gradually accelerated. “Harder. I can take it.”

My body responded automatically, quickly ramping up to the speed I normally used when making love to my sisters. Despite this, she continued to goad me on, urging me to go faster, harder, and deeper. Perfectly willing to oblige her, I started pounding her with an intensity that it had taken my sisters a while to get used to. Buttercup, however, could not have been more thrilled, as far as I could tell. Her throaty moans steadily grew louder, her squeals more emphatic, and her exclamations less intelligible. With every downstroke, those thick thighs of hers tightened around me with a force almost as great as Applejack’s were capable of producing, bringing our hips together with a loud clap every time. The oceans of plump, sexy flesh that covered her body jiggled beautifully with every collision, feeling incredible against my much harder body.

As for me, I was loving every second of it. If the carnal thrill of bedding one of the most beautiful women I had ever laid eyes on wasn’t enough, I also had the added boost of knowing that I was making love to Buttercup, my mother, and a woman I loved more than life itself. She had been with me since the day I was born, watching over me, nurturing me, and protecting me with everything she had. Everything she had given me, every kindness she had ever done me, I planned on paying back a hundred times over. I would do whatever it took to make her happy, because that was my job. I was her man; I was hers, just as she was mine, and as far as I was concerned, that’s the way things would always be.

I channeled my love and lust for my beautiful, sexy mama into my motions, giving her as much as she wanted and as much as I thought she could handle. I quickly came to realize that she was a much hardier woman than my siblings and I had given her credit for. No matter how hard I went, she never did anything but ask for more, typically with a desperate, half-intelligible plea. The mattress squeaked beneath us as our hot, sweaty bodies collided again and again and again. If her massive breasts had not been so firmly squished between our chests, I’m sure they would have been thrown about with enough force to demolish small buildings. I lost myself in her touch, her sounds, her scent, and her taste, pounding her tirelessly for a time that could have been minutes or hours for all I knew.

I probably would have kept up like that until my body broke, so focused was I on my task, had I not eventually felt the familiar feeling of my climax approaching. Up to that point, I had managed to ward it off through sheer willpower, but even I had my limits. Realizing that I only had a few more moments left in me before my endurance ran out, I pulled my face out of Buttercup’s poofy curls and looked her in the eye once more.

“Buttercup!” I panted. “I’m...I’m close!”

“Don’t stop!” she said. “Give me everythin’ you got! Give it to me!”

As she said this, her legs’ already-tight hold on me tightened even more, leaving no doubts as to where she wanted me to finish. I was only able to pull out about an inch or two with each thrust, but I made the most of it by jackhammering into her as quickly as I could, trying to push both of us to our respective climaxes. Buttercup’s vocalizations grew frantic, blending together into an undifferentiated deluge of moans, squeaks, squeals, and every other lewd noise a woman was capable of making. I kept my eyes locked on hers as I poured every last bit of energy I had into my task, holding out for as long as I possibly could.

When I knew my time had finally come, I drew back my hips one last time before plunging back into her with a single, powerful thrust. I came as soon as I felt my tip kiss the entrance to her womb, my aching member spewing forth a torrent of white that filled every corner of her deepest depths. A long, drawn-out grunt escaped my lips as the pleasure hit me, quickly radiating throughout every inch of my body. My muscles clenched, holding Buttercup in place while I pumped her full of every drop of hot seed I had in me.

A fraction of a second after the first drop spewed forth, I felt Buttercup’s inner walls clamp down around my member tighter than anything it had ever felt. I was helpless before the raw power of her mature pussy as I was well and truly milked dry of everything I had. Her thick legs constricted around me as well, welding our hips together so tightly that it would have taken a crowbar to pry us apart. Her never-ending stream of vocalizations spiked in volume as she let out a powerful shriek of ecstasy which drowned out all other noise. She squeezed my hands with an iron grip as her body spasmed beneath me, her plump flesh jiggling like jello in an earthquake.

Buttercup and I writhed together as we rode out our shared orgasm, each wave hitting us before the last had even subsided. Of course, our moment of bliss could not last forever, as much as we might have liked it to. The pleasure wracking our minds and bodies gradually waned, each surge weaker then the one before it. Eventually, after one final, heroic spurt, my last bit of strength ran out and I collapsed down on top of her, utterly spent. I could do nothing but lie there, desperately gulping down air as I came down from my high. The only part of my body that still had the strength to move was my tender member, which twitched occasionally, sending aftershocks coursing through me.

With my face resting on Buttercup’s, I could feel her hot breath caress my face as she too recovered from our ordeal. The gentle rise and fall of her chest lifted me up and down slightly, almost reminding me of the times when I had been very young and my mother would rock me to sleep. As my senses returned to me, I felt the gentle touch of her fingers on mine and her legs on my hips. With great effort, I cracked my eyes, the image of her beautiful face coming into focus before me. Buttercup stared up at me, a look of complete and total satisfaction in her half-lidded eyes.

I don’t know what came over me in that moment, but for some reason or other, I started to laugh. It was only a weak, breathy chuckle, but it was laughter nonetheless. Perhaps the realization that I had just pumped my mother, a woman I had respected and loved for my entire life, full of my liquid love was just too surreal for me to handle. She must have felt the same way, as her lips stretched into a smile just as mine did. She joined me in my impromptu giggle, the two of us closing our eyes and nuzzling our faces together. I released her hands and gently took hold of her face, planting quick, gentle kisses all over it. Buttercup reached up and grasped me as well, reciprocating with her own kisses as our laughter slowly died down.

When we finally calmed down, we stared into each other’s eyes once again, gently caressing each other’s faces. “Did I...did I do alright?” I said softly.

“You were...perfect,” whispered Buttercup. “You were...just what I needed...and just what I wanted.” She puckered her lips and gave me another quick peck. “I loved every second of it.”

“I ain’t surprised,” I heard Apple Bloom say.

Buttercup and I both turned our heads and looked over to the other half of the bed. Applejack was still lying on her back with Apple Bloom stretched out on top of her, their arms still wrapped around each other. Judging by their heavy breathing and the dreamy looks on their faces, they had presumably finished humping their way to their own orgasms not long before. The two were looking over at us and smiling as they nuzzled their faces together.

“You were hollerin’ loud enough to wake Princess Celestia,” said Apple Bloom.

Buttercup and I couldn’t help but break into another round of giggling at her frank comment. My sisters soon joined us, the room filling with the voices of four lovesick fools. Looking back to Buttercup, I wrapped my arms around her and gently shook off her limp legs. While still embedded deep within her, I carefully rolled the two of us over onto our sides in the middle of the bed. Recognizing the usual cue, my sisters weakly got up onto their hands and knees and crawled into position.

Applejack turned off the lamp on the bedside table before flopping down onto the bed behind Buttercup, resting her head on her soft curls as she spooned her. Apple Bloom grabbed the blanket and pulled it over us as she carefully lied down on top of us, burying her face in the crook of Buttercup’s neck. My sisters and I put our arms around each other, hugging Buttercup between us. Six soft, feminine legs wrapped around mine, six soft feet caressing my skin. The four of us exchanged gentle kisses as we slowly closed our eyes, allowing our drowsiness to carry us away.

“I wish we could do this every night,” Buttercup whispered.

“Who says we can’t?” I yawned. “We’re together now, and we always will be.”

Buttercup hummed contentedly, holding me even closer to herself. “Always,” she whispered, the last thing I heard before the gentle blanket of sleep wrapped around me.