Are My Daughters Upstairs Fucking?
A Very unAmish Mother's Day
This Mother’s Day eve was surprisingly… uneventful.
Of course, Cloudy preferred it that way. Ever since her second youngest had returned home, every day was an event. Gone were the days when birthdays were acknowledged with a nod and a smile. Welcome the age of parties galore. Cloudy was still a bit sore from all the work she had to do on “Wow, You Guys Sure Are Still Amish” day.
She sighed, reclined in her chair, and returned to her quiet meditation. Relaxation was an important part of her daily routine. It was these few moments she could get away from the hustle and bustle of her daily farm life and really come to understand the pleasures of silence.
This wasn’t as boring as a layman looking in might believe. While it just seemed like an old lady relaxing in front of a fireplace, a calm storm of thoughts brewed in her head. “I wonder if my accent is getting old”, “Why are we still Amish after all these years?”. Yet the question most prevalent on her mind, and perhaps the one that would be most intriguing to that layman would be...
“What kind of fuckery is going on upstairs?”
She barely murmured the question. It wasn’t like her to swear, but there had been several occasions in the past that forced her hand. This was a bit different, though. She meant nothing extra by calling it what she did. She simply called it as she heard it.
It was faint, but her old ears still worked perfectly fine. There was a slight creaking noise almost directly above her head. Accompanying it was the faint sounds of moans and murmurs. This house was built well, made of strong wood and with thick walls in mind. Apparently, it had grown as old, and could no longer protect against the sounds of fuckery.
She rose from her chair slowly. Years of working on the farm had tempered her body to defy the calls of old age. She was still sharp with her movements, and there wasn’t a speck of groaning from her old bones under pressure. Still, she decided to take things slow, as was her nature. It was still possible that she was merely misunderstanding something.
It couldn’t have been Igneous. That man was the epitome of faithfulness and hated infidelity more than anyone. That left her four other suspects.
She reached the foot of the stairs and looked up. From here, she could definitely hear the sounds of sex. In fact, she could even smell it a bit. After four children, she developed a keen sense of smell for these things in particular. Not that it came up often. She slowly started ascending the stairs, her footsteps creaking on the wood. With each step, she gained new information.
The moaning was definitely Pinkie. Cloudy knew her daughters well, perhaps more than the average mother would. Marble was too respectful during her alone time. Cloudy was surprised to find that she knew what masturbation was at all. It was by chance one day when she walked in under the impression that she had long since gone to bed. Limestone would never take the chance of exposing herself in front of family. If the need arose, she’d seek the privacy of Holder's Boulder. Maud was… eerily silent, making almost no sound whatsoever when she got in the mood. That only left the last of her daughters.
“Pinkamena Diane Pie!’ Cloudy stood firm before the door to the children’s bedroom. While this would certainly be an embarrassing conversation, she had to show no weakness. “You will quiet yourself at once. You may enjoy your activities as you wish, but—”
“Ah! Quick, it’s ma!” As she thought, Pinkie’s voice piped up from behind the door, cutting her off. “Hide all the stuff before she comes in!”
“P-Pinkamena!” Cloudy put her hand on the door and nudged it open slightly. The smell from before came in full force, sending a shiver down her spine that made her just a bit weak in the knees. She hadn’t encountered something this erotic since she popped out Pinkie and Marble. Against her better judgment, she pushed the door open fully to properly survey the scene. “If you’re doing something wrong here, I won’t hesitate to tell… your f-father…”
She was wrong. Unlike that scene many many years ago, the events she witnessed that day were unlike anything she could have thought to describe before.
First of all, all four of the Pie sisters had gathered in this room. Or, at least, Pinkie had. The other three looked like the daughters that Cloudy knew and loved, yet they had a man-meat the size and girth of a hardened man. They were quite a bit bigger than their father.
She tried to distract herself with the room itself, but her eyes landed on Pinkie. She was laying on her back, her legs spread wide as if she was waiting to show herself off to anyone who happened to pass by. More importantly, a slow, thick, white stream of liquid flowing from her crotch like she was a perfectly prepared sunny-side-up egg that had just been punctured.
“Shit,” Limestone was the first to speak up, so Cloudy’s attention shifted to her. She shook her head in disappointment before continuing. “Guess mom found out.”
“Not necessarily, said Maud. “She could just think we’re playing a game.”
“I… do not,” answered Cloudy, placing a hand on her forehead and averting her eyes. Marble, who was similarly endowed, said nothing but tried to hide her face with her arms. It was a bit jarring that she didn’t try to hide her new, much more important feature though. “I would like some sort of explanation. Right now, I believe I’m dreaming.”
“Nuh-uh, not yet!” Pinkie hopped up from her position and skipped over to her mother. Cloudy instinctively backed away, but Pinkie caught her wrists before she could fully retreat. “If ya wanna know, we were training!”
“You were training?” she repeated. Pinkie nodded, then began to fish around her hair for something. After a few awkward moments, she retrieved a small bottle sealed with a cork. “What is that?”
“It’s a gift from a friend,” she answered with a giggle. “One sip of this baby and you’ll grow a dick the size of my forearm!”
“You didn’t have to tell her that,” said Maud. She joined Pinkie’s side. “Wasn’t it supposed to be a surprise?”
“Oh yeah!” Pinkie giggled once again. “Forgot about that. Sorry, ma!”
“I still haven’t gotten an explanation!” Cloudy’s voice became firm once again, startling Pinkie a bit. “Why are three of you suddenly so… a-and why did you drink that strange potion?”
“It was s’posed to be your present,” said Limestone with a sigh. “We were gonna give ya a good night of fun tomorrow as thanks for everything you do for us.” Cloudy was silent for a moment, the shock of that statement dropping her jaw and making her glasses slide down her nose. They nearly fell to the floor.
“Wouldn’t... wouldn’t a card suffice?”
“A card isn’t as intimate,” said Pinkie. “Plus, I gave you a card last year and I’m pretty sure ya don’t even know where it is anymore!”
“Still, to just immediately devolve into this is a bit much... right?” Rather than giving her an answer, Pinkie’s eyes narrowed and her smile turned devious. She leaned into her mother, pressing her bare breasts against her. It reminded Cloudy just what state her daughter was in.
“You’ve got to start feeling it about now, right?” asked Pinkie, her voice uncharacteristically low and smooth. It made Cloudy’s heart skip a beat.
“W-Why am I...?” mumbled Cloudy, her breathing becoming slightly shallow. “What did you do?”
“The candles…” Marble spoke up for the first time since Cloudy entered the room. Her hands had moved from her face, and though her voice was barely more than a whisper, her words got across. “Strong aphrodisiac.”
“The potion also comes with some pretty strong urges,” said Maud. As she spoke, her cock throbbed visibly between her legs. Cloudy could feel her grip slipping. “I’m surprised I haven’t pounced on you yet.”
“Maud!” Pinkie exclaimed, turning to meet her sister’s stony gaze. “That would just be rude. You can’t just take somebody to town without their permission.”
“Well, ma?” asked Limestone as she approached. Perhaps it was the fact that she was naturally tall, or maybe it was that she was well built, but at that moment, Cloudy saw a younger, more strapping version of their father. Of course, it only lasted a moment, and she immediately attempted to claw her way back to reality. “Wanna have a round or two before the big day tomorrow?”
“I… you… I shouldn’t…” She fumbled her words, as they were as shaky as her hands. Pinkie’s grip on her mother grew tighter, striking the final nail into the coffin. No matter how much her mind told her to back down, to think it through, to reprimand them, her body asked for something much different. She could no longer deny the fact that she was drooling, and that her body’s aches weren’t simply going to fade away. She swallowed, then closed her eyes. “Don’t tell your father about this…”
The three shafted sisters looked among themselves, while Pinkie simply pulled away from her. She stepped aside, giving her sisters a direct line to reach Cloudy. She flinched at first when they reached out for her, but calmed down when she realized that these were the same hands of her daughters. Despite their recent growth, that wouldn’t change.
Marble approached her head-on, while Limestone and Maud flanked her sides. Her hands were quick in unbuttoning Cloudy’s small white blouse, revealing her breasts comfortably contained in her grey bra. Marble reached around her back, slipping the hook out of position and allowing Cloudy’s boobs to flop out and breathe. The sudden freedom pulled a deep breath from her.
“Wow, ma!” Pinkie giggled from the sidelines. “You don’t look your age at all. I mean, your boobs are still perky and everything.” Cloudy instinctively moved her arm over her chest, blocking her now erect nipples from view.
“I’d appreciate it if you’d refrain from describing my physique,” she said shakily. Her eyes fell to Marble, who had since moved south and began working on her pants. “I… don’t want this to be any more awkward than it already—”
Cloudy’s sentence was cut off by her own yelp of surprise. While Marble was patiently undoing her belt, Limestone did not express that same patience. As soon as her pants felt loose around her waist, Limestone dove down the front, all but grabbing her crotch in the palm of her hand. Her rough skin stimulated her entire pussy with every rub and squeeze. Cloudy thanked her knees for not giving out at the moment.
Maud took the initiative upstairs. Her hands slide underneath the now hanging blouse, then followed the line of her midsection up until she was cupping Cloudy’s breasts from underneath. She wasted no time extending her middle fingers forward and upward, pressing down on her nipples as if they were elevator buttons. Cloudy surely could have withstood this if it hadn’t been for Limestone’s simultaneous attack on her last button down below: her clit.
“Haah…” Cloudy could only describe the sounds escaping her now as a guttural grunt. Despite her biting down on her lower lip, the sounds did not cease, and neither did their attack.
“You okay, ma?” Limestone pressed her body against Cloudy’s back, reminding her that the main course had yet to arrive. Limestone pulled her hand back from her pussy, extending it forward so that Cloudy could see it properly. “You’re already pretty wet. Should we just start now?” Cloudy took a moment to catch her breath, but Maud and Limestone had already made up their minds.
“Marble,” called Maud. Marble finished with her pants, dropping them and her panties to the floor. Cloudy didn’t even have the chance to step out of them before she was lifted off of her feet. Her body stiffened in confusion, but Limestone and Maud continued to carry her effortlessly. Once she was looming over the bed in the room, Maud left Limestone to carry her alone. Instead, she laid down on her back and extended her hands upward. “I’ll go from behind.”
Limestone slowly lowered Cloudy until she was laid on top of Maud’s body. In this position, Cloudy could properly see how large her daughters were in comparison to her.
Other than Maud’s breasts, which provided a soft, makeshift pillow, her body was as hard and strong as the rocks she loved to study. Cloudy fit snugly in her midsection. Limestone, similarly large and built, moved in from the front, grabbed her knees, then slowly pulled them apart, revealing her pussy just as Pinkie had done before her.
“W-Wait, this is… indecent!” Cloudy shook in her daughter’s grasp. Maud attempted to soothe her with another breast massage. Based on her melty moan, it worked. Still, she protested. “Should we not do this the normal way?” Limestone chuckled, then wielded her cock in hand. She lifted it upward, then, in dramatic fashion, let it drop down on her mother’s stomach, pushing forward to give her a proper preview of just how far it would get inside of her. Her face turned from rose red to crimson.
“Sorry ma,” she said, sliding back. Now, her head was threatening to push past her folds. A shaky, expecting moan escaped her mouth. “That’s just not my style.”
“W-Wait…” Marble’s voice rang out before even Cloudy could speak. “I didn’t… get my turn…”
“Oh. Yeah, forgot about that.” Limestone sighed, then scratched her head. “Did you want first dibs on ma?” Marble blushed but eventually nodded in agreement. While Cloudy was glad the sisters were getting along nicely, it didn’t bode well that Marble was built a bit different than the rest. While her body was definitely more delicate than her sisters’, her cock was noticeably girthier. When she stepped up to the plate, Cloudy quivered. Whether it was primarily in fear or anticipation, she couldn’t tell. “Guess I’ll sit this one out, then.”
Marble mimicked what Limestone had done, and pressed the head of her dick against her lips. Cloudy put her hands to either side of Maud, who was still staying silent beneath her and pushed herself up. Heatwaves traveled all over her body, starting from her pussy and mellowing out near her fingertips that dug into the bedsheets. Marble moaned as her shaft pushed in, stretching her mother to fit her cock’s shape. Cloudy never thought she would have another tight fit in her life, but by the time Marble’s balls rested on her ass, she couldn’t call it anything else.
“See ma!” Pinkie’s voice came from beside Cloudy. She turned to see her wide smile from the side. “Now it feels like you’re dreaming, right?” Cloudy could only respond with a detached moan.
“I’ll go in next,” Maud spoke from beneath before using her thumbs to reveal her asshole. This time, when Maud began poking and prodding, Cloudy couldn’t resist. Maud pushed in, only reaching halfway in before Cloudy’s body jerked, a short spurt of cum spraying from her pussy.
“Ah…” Marble protected herself from her mom’s sudden outburst. “I… I think Ma just came.”
“Probably,” said Maud, not even pausing to speak. She continued despite the incredibly tight fit of her mother’s previously unused asshole. Soon, she was also balls deep inside one of her mother’s soft holes. “I think this is the first time she’s ever had a dick in her ass.”
“Heh. Mom’s all stretched out, now,” said Limestone. She took a seat off to the side where she could watch everything closely. Cloudy couldn’t respond with anything but miscellaneous groaning. Maud wrapped her arms around her mother’s body, locking her in a strong hug. Marble pushed her palms into the insides of her knee, pushing her legs back against her chest. “Just relax, ma. They’ll take care of everything for ya.”
Marble started them off, starting with small pumps in and out. She didn’t have much choice, as she had very little space to work with. Maud, on the other hand, was far blunter with her actions. Maud slid in and out of her mother’s tight, sweat-lubed ass like it wasn’t tight at all. Soon, Maud’s speed rubbed off on Marble, and she started thrusting with a bit more vigor. Again, Cloudy was glad to see the siblings getting along. She just wished it wasn’t her getting rutted that brought it about.
Soon, they fell into a rhythm. Marble smashed against the squishy and warm back of her pussy, while Maud squeezed past her increasingly tightening ass to reach as deep as possible. They alternated with every pump, each dick sending out a hearty squelch as they passed. They could easily feel each other’s influence from the inside.
“Ya mind if I jump in here?” Cloudy looked to her side, now staring down the cock that was meant to go where Marble was currently pounding. Limestone grabbed a hold of her mother’s head, pulling her close enough to wrap her lips around the head. “Was getting a little bored and I don’t want the potion to go to waste.”
“Hey, I wanna have a try too!” Now that her mouth was preoccupied, she couldn’t turn to the final daughter. After hearing her drink the potion, Pinkie hopped upward, planting herself on top of the Pie stack of Cloudy and Maud. Now, she had a cock of her own. One she positioned nicely between Cloudy’s breasts. Maud moved her arms to allow her to scoot forward and properly position herself.
“Alright ma,” said Limestone pushing forward. Despite her efforts, she couldn’t help but breathe in the earthy musk of the cock as she pushed forward. It rubbed against the wet grip of her throat until her hair tickled her nose. “Ooh, that’s good shit… hmph.” Cloudy was glad that her gag reflex had gone so long ago.
Pinkie giggled, then pressed Cloudy’s breasts together around her shaft. It throbbed happily when she rubbed herself against her chest. Limestone’s lack of patience once again shone through as she began pumping away at Cloudy’s mouth. She wasn’t even given the chance to use her tongue on the shaft. In addition, Limestone’s balls would routinely slap against her face, giving her a constant reminder of what lay at the end of this session.
Turns out the end was nearer than Cloudy had thought. At least, for one of her daughters. Maud had been completely silent since she’d first pushed into her ass, and she was just as quiet in the end. With a surprising burst of strength, she pushed her hips up, lifting both Cloudy and Pinkie at once. Along with this push going so deep, Cloudy could see the tip poking up from her stomach. Finally, a large burst of cum followed suit.
“Mmmph…” Cloudy could only mumble with the dick in her mouth, but her pleasure was clear. She was shaking, and her toes curled inward against the balls of her feet. The pump wouldn’t stop leaking, either. Maud would keep pumping more and more of the hot cream in until her stomach all but swelled with it. When she finally finished, she laid straight once again, her hands spread out to her sides.
“I can’t move,” she reported. “Hope you don’t mind if I stay inside.”
“Wowie! That was a huge load,” said Pinkie with a giggle. She stopped playing around with Cloudy’s breasts, instead deciding to hop off once again. “Bet me and Marble can do ya one better!"
Cloudy hummed worriedly and tried to turn to Pinkie, but a harsh thrust from Limestone stopped her in her tracks.
"Sorry ma, got too into it." She pulled back, her cock springing from Cloudy's mouth with countless lines of saliva leaving with it. "You were gonna say somethin'?" Cloudy panties hard, using the time to catch her breath.
"You… wait," Cloudy sputtered. "A break. Please."
"Um... you sure, Ma?" Cloudy nodded, her head tilting downward. "Well, we were gonna save this for tomorrow, but if Ma wants it, then we've got no choice!" She happily skipped to her front, where she stood next to Marble. “You heard her, Limey! Time to break her!”
“I don’t think that’s what she meant,” Maud spoke, but she was sure no one heard her. Before she could finish her sentence, Pinkie had joined Marble inside of Cloudy. Now with two dicks brushing against the walls, both fighting for space inside of her, Cloudy couldn’t help but cry out. From the way her asshole tightened up, Maud was sure she had cum again.
“Lord have mercy on me…” Cloudy’s voice was low and littered with pants and moans as the two dicks of her daughters both pushed her pussy to its limit. The feeling of pleasure doubled as each head kissed her soft cervix over and over again, like a chef marveling at a perfect meal. Her hands clawed at the bedsheets, and drool started steadily coming out of her clenched mouth.
“Need something to bite down on?” Limestone asked, lifting her mother’s head to face her head once again. She poked it against her lips, but Cloudy shut her mouth tight. “C’mon ma. It isn’t fair that the three of you get to feel good and I don’t.” Even though she was still wary, she reluctantly opened her mouth. Limestone grinned, then took a mile, shoving her whole length right back down her throat. “Ahh… that’s good.”
“Mmmm!” Limestone grabbed her head with both hands, then raised her leg to get better thrusting leverage. Cloudy put her hand on Limestone’s thigh, but her plea for her to be gentle was either lost or ignored. She rammed into her throat, her saliva making for a slick and wet, yet still amazingly tight tunnel of fun. For a while, Limestone thundered forward like a cannon, using her throat as her personal fleshlight. Cloudy squeezed her leg but all she got was more ferocity.
“You okay, ma?” This time Pinkie had called out to her. She and Marble had kicked into a new gear as well. The two were now barrelling into her just like Limestone was, producing squishing and squelching noises Cloudy wasn’t sure her body could make. Her other hand tried in a futile effort to pause their offense, but all she achieved was feeling the pussy being ravaged from her stomach.
The tanks of the sisters had to run dry eventually, however. Limestone was the first, clutching Cloudy’s head tightly as rope after rope of cum painted her throat’s canvas and filled her stomach. Cloudy could even feel some of the cum dribbling from her nose. Limestone all but yanked her dick out like a ripcord, letting her mother’s head hit the bed with a soft pomf unbefitting of her currently devastated face.
Next would be Marble. She’d been going at it for quite a while by now, but her spirit was oddly resilient. She kept pounding away, her cumshot a surprise to even her. As a result, she’d been nearly completely pulled out by the time she came, shooting a few thick ropes over her stomach and breasts. She backed away, then fell onto her butt, completely spent.
Pinkie was the last Pie left. She was most likely the genesis of this entire scheme, and Cloudy knew that. It was somehow fitting that she’d be the last person to fill her mother. Pinkie’s grin grew wider than Cloudy had ever seen it before, just before she pushed forward with one last hoorah.
“Whew!” Pinkie gripped her mother’s thighs, holding on for dear life as large glops of her cum pooled near the base of Cloudy’s pussy. Her body shook as she came once again. She’d long since lost count of how many times that made. “Happy Mother’s Day, ma!”
“I think she passed out,” said Maud, holding Cloudy’s head up so that the rest of them could see. “I don’t think you should’ve been so hard on her, Limestone.”
“W-Well, it wasn’t me who thought we should go all out. That was all Pinkie.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “And that’s rich coming from someone who’s still deep inside of her.”
“Oh. Yeah.” Maud pushed Cloudy up a bit, enough for her shaft to slide out of her ass. Soon after, a slow and steady stream of cum flowed from her like a perfectly prepared sunny-side-up egg that had just been punctured. Well, in Cloudy’s case, it was more like two eggs. Maud slipped out from underneath her and took a position standing by her side. “Sorry, ma.”
“Well that was fun and all, but… whadda we do now?” Pinkie pulled out last, finally leaving Cloudy to rest. All three of her holes were drooling the splooge the four sisters pumped into her these past few minutes. Cloudy had an absent look on her face, but a small, delirious smile was still present underneath all the cum that stained her face.
“I dunno,” said Limestone with a frown. “Like I said, this was your idea.”
“Well, I can’t make a plan for everything, Limey!” Pinkie shot back. “She wasn’t even supposed to know about this stuff ‘till tomorrow.”
“G-Guys?” Everyone turned to Marble, who was turned toward the door. There stood their father, his normally stone-faced glare of anger replaced by a genuinely baffled expression. His eyes looked to each of his daughters, finally ending on his wife, who laid in a nude, humiliating position.
“W-What in the sam’s hell is going on here?” He adjusted his hat and cleared his throat, his signature glare returning in full force. “I want an explanation. Now!” The girls looked among themselves, but only Pinkie didn’t seem to be fazed. She walked up to her father, who retreated from her advance, looked him in the eyes, and smiled.
“We’re training for Father’s Day!” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Wanna see?”
Author's Note
After-Sex Smoke
