Apulmom (LEWD) (dead)


                                            >You are Anon, and right now you are sweating your balls off.

                                            >You are home for the summer from college, and that meant working the fields at the Orchard.

                                            >You used to be able to be out here all day, but you've gotten a bit out of shape while at school.

                                            >And now you are paying for it with pain and sweat.

                                            >"C'mon, Anon! These trees ain't gonna just drop their apples for us!"

                                            >Well at least you aren't alone, your mom thought you might lag a bit, so she tagged along to help.

                                            "Sure thing ma, I'm just gettin' a bit tired. Been a while since I had to do this much liftin'."

                                            >"Well don't worry, ahm gonna work ya right back into shape 'fore the summer's over."

                                            >As much as you hated it, she was right, the work would do you and your body good.

                                            >And if you ever needed proof, you just had to look over your shoulder at your mom.

                                            >If you passed Applejack on the street, you would never have guessed she was some college kid's mom based on her body. She had just enough curves to draw the eye, and was well toned everywhere else.

                                            >"You okay kiddo? You've been starin' off into the distance again."

                                            >You snap out of your daydream and immediately regret the subject of it.

                                            "Uhh, yeah, just thinking about school."

                                            >"I guess ya miss some of yer friends, then?"

                                            "Y-yeah, a little."

                                            >You climb down the ladder and carry the large basket full of honey-crisps over to the truck, and pick up an empty one.

                                            >"Ya got a girl ya miss?"

                                            >The bluntness of the question catches you off guard and you trip down the bottom two steps of the ladder, falling on your back with a loud thump.

                                            "U-uh, no, nothing like that..."

                                            >"Oh, well that's too bad" says AJ as she helps you up.

                                            >As she turns back to her own ladder, you swear you can see a hint of a smile on her face.

                                            "I dunno, I just don't fancy none o' them. Their either either too airheaded or too fru-fru for me."

                                            >"Heh, don't go tellin' Miss Rarity that. Speaking of which, all mah old friends are visiting on Saturday, so watch that mouth of yours."

                                            "Yeah yeah, I'll be 'nothing short of the noblest of gentlemen'."

                                            >"Ya don't need to be a damn saint, just be nice."

                                            >You didn't really mind her friends, they were a diverse set of individuals, and you still wondered exactly how they all met.

                                            >You knew each of them, and they you; they were practically your aunts.

                                            "How are they all doing? Is Twilight still doing that research thing in Greenland?"

                                            >"Actually that's why we're all gettin' together, she got back today. And I think it was somethin' about thermal-geo whatsamahoosits that she was lookin into."

                                            "Geo-Thermal generators? Cool."

                                            >"As for the others, Pinkie opened up a new party supplies store up north, Rarity moved her boutique from New York to Beverly Hills, Fluttershy got a bigger building for her shelter, and RD got promoted to Major."

                                            >Once again loading another full basket into the truck, you grab your bottle of tea out of the cab.

                                            "Wow, that's great. By the way, how's the new orchard over in San Antonio doing?"

                                            >"Pretty good, despite the drought that's on right now. Yer aunt Apple Bloom came up with her own custom irrigation system to keep the trees growin' fruit year long."

                                            >As she talks, you gaze at your mother and get a sight of her jeans riding up and outlining her ass as she works.

                                            >You take a sip of tea, and wish you had added less ice earlier.

                                            >"You enjoying the view, slacker?"

                                            >Aw shit, she caught you. As you choke on your tea, you try and think of a response.

                                            "Sorry, just gettin' tired."

                                            >"Well fill two more baskets and we can call it a day."


                                            -=-=-=-=-


                                            >As you and Anon ride back to the house in your rickety old truck, you think about how your son was looking at you earlier.

                                            >At first it was rather flattering, but the more thought about it the more you worried about why he saw you like that.

                                            >Did you do something wrong in bringing him up? Was it because of that time you left the door open to the shower?

                                            >Did you give him the talk wrong or something?

                                            >You let out an exasperated sigh, trying to push the stress out with it.

                                            >"You okay ma?"

                                            "Huh? Oh, yeah ah'm fine, buddy. Jus' a bit tuckered."

                                            >"Alrighty then, Imma put my headphones in."

                                            >After a few minutes, you glance over to your son, who is gazing out the open window.

                                            >He may not be as strong as he was before he went off to school, but he's still quite the looker.

                                            >Strong jaw, firm shoulders, and a cute butt.

                                            >As he turns back to look forward, you snap your eyes back on the road.

                                            "Almost home. D'you want to take a shower or can I jump in?"

                                            >"I can wait until after you go."

                                            "Alright, but I'm warnin' ya, the water heater can only give a good five minutes of hot water, so it'll be chilly."

                                            >"That's fine, it'll feel good."

                                            >Good thing you are going first, hopefully you'll be able to 'massage' out some of your stress in the shower.


                                            >After you and Anon unload the truck, you head inside and check on the crockpot.

                                            >You may not be the best cook, but you can make some mean roast beef.

                                            >After you are sure it'll come out good, you walk off to your room and grab a towel.

                                            >Once you get the temperature just right, you undress and hop in.

                                            >You can feel the shower head that Rarity gave you work its magic on your shoulders. It was some fancy thing for spa showers, but it works wonders on muscle tension.

                                            >As the knots in your back disappear, your hand wanders down to your nethers.


                                            -=-=-=-=-


                                            >As you stretch out on your old bed and pop some of the joints in your back, you regret not taking the shower first.

                                            >Getting a bit impatient, you walk over to the shower door.

                                            >Just before you knock, you hear a soft moan come from inside.

                                            >Listening closer, you can also hear small gasps and panting.

                                            >Ok Anon, you need to just walk away and let her do whatever it is she's doing...

                                            >As you think about listening longer, you notice the old handle on the door, and the light coming out of the keyhole.

                                            >...

                                            >Fuck it, not like you had anything better to do.

                                            >Peeking through the old keyhole, you see your mother in her full glory.

                                            >Her breasts are impressively perky on their own, capped with soft chocolate circles and currently hardened nipples.

                                            >Her ass is the perfect combination of muscle and surface fat.

                                            >She was very obviously masturbating, with one hand down between her legs and the other against the wall.

                                            >As you watched, you could tell she was getting close, her panting increasing in volume and the strain on her face increasing.

                                            >"A-Anon...", she almost sighs out as she finally reaches release.

                                            >uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

                                            >what

                                            >you move away from the door and try to rationalize the situation.

                                            >She couldn't have been thinking of you, right?

                                            >Maybe she was thinking of your dad?

                                            >You don't have much more time to think as you hear the water stop and the door jostle.

                                            >You look down to find that despite that last part you still have a raging boner pitching a tent in your pants.

                                            >You manage to get into your room and close the door just as the bathroom door opens.

                                            >"Alrighty, Anon. Shower's all yours."

                                            "Okthanksmom" you manage to get out as you rush between your room and the bathroom.

                                            >As you undress, you still have a hard on.

                                            >Maybe you can whack one out in the shower before dinner.


                                            -=-=-=-=-


                                            >Damn, damn, damn damn damn.

                                            >What were you thinkin' girl?

                                            >Fantasizing about your own dang kid?

                                            >What the heck is wrong with you? What would your friends think?

                                            >As you dry off and get dressed, you try and shake the thoughts away.

                                            >Was it cause he looked so much like his father?

                                            >That jawline, the curly brown hair, and those amber eyes...

                                            >Not to mention a-- dammit your doin' it again!

                                            >You sigh loudly as you finish tying back your hair and putting on your old brown hat.

                                            >Better go check on the food.

                                            >As you pass the bathroom door, you notice some light coming through the old keyhole.

                                            >...

                                            >Gotta get that lock fixed.

                                            >Turning down the corridor, you head into the kitchen and are quickly greeted with the smell of burning.

                                            >Pulling off the lid to the crockpot, you are buffeted with a blast of steam and smoke.

                                            "GAH!"

                                            >Backing up and waving your arms, you slip in a small puddle that had formed near the dishwasher and fall on your rump with a loud thump.

                                            "Dangit, need'ta get that fixed too."

                                            >Suddenly you hear the door opening down the hall and the barefooted approach of your son.

                                            >"Ma? are you alright?"

                                            >He enters the kitchen with a towel rapped around his waist.

                                            >You get quite the view of his chest for a fraction of a second before he trips.

                                            >And falls directly on you.

                                            >You notice two things in the seconds that he is on top of you.

                                            >One, he is not as nearly as out of shape as you thought, there is almost no give to his pecs.

                                            >Two, you can feel a rather large lump pushing against your inner thigh.

                                            >"Ah, oh shi- sorry, ma. Are you okay?" He asks as he gets off of you.

                                            "Yeah, ah'm fine, are you alright?"

                                            >as he helps you up, his loosely folded towel toga falls off, giving you a view of his valuables.

                                            >Guess he gets that from his-- STOP LOOKIN' AJ THAT'S YER KID.

                                            >Bringing your hand up to cover your face, Anon gets the message and grabs the towel up quickly.

                                            >"UMM, IMMA GO FINISH MY SHOWER" he says awkwardly as he backs out of the kitchen.

                                            >As he turns, you notice that his butt is pretty well toned.

                                            >You mentally scold yourself for what seems like the hundredth time today, and are quickly reminded of the crockpot that has ruined perfectly good beef.

                                            >That's one more thing you wouldn't mind replacing at some point, though for now BBQ sauce will have to fix your cookery screw up.


                                            -=-=-=-=-


                                            >*Thud*

                                            >*Thud*

                                            >*Thud*

                                            >*Thud*


                                            >While painful, smacking your head on the shower wall helped you get over the embarrassment of flashing your mother.

                                            >Of course you had to run out in your goddamn towel and help your mom.

                                            >Not like she's been living on her own for a year now.

                                            >Also she's healthier than you are, not like she's gonna shatter her hip or anything.

                                            >Plenty of padding there...

                                            >...

                                            Guess you still have time to wank it.


                                            ~~A few much more normal and totally less awkward days later~~


                                            >In the distance, a rooster heralds the rising sun, stirring you from your sleep.

                                            >As you leave the land of slumber, you realize that you are caked in sweat from the summer night's heat.

                                            >You'd almost be inclined to call it slime, with how thick it felt.

                                            >Groggily, you plant your feet on the floor and make for the bathroom.

                                            >You definitely need a shower before anything else happens today.

                                            >Heading to the shower, you don't notice the light shining from the bottom of the door.

                                            >Opening it, you come face to face with your mother, right as she climbs into the shower.

                                            >It takes a second to process, but once it does, you snap awake, averting your eyes.

                                            "Oh crap, sorry ma."

                                            >You do a [spoiler]360 and walk right back out the door[\spoiler], closing it behind you.

                                            >Shaking the image from your head, you throw on a shirt and pajama bottoms and head into the kitchen.

                                            >Guess you can make some coffee while you wait for the shower.

                                            >While the water boils, you grab a bowl and peer into the pantry, looking for something sugary to enjoy on your Saturday morning.

                                            >Chex, Oat bran, and Apple Jacks.

                                            >Heh, you remember that you always called it 'mommy's cereal' when you were a kid.

                                            >Grabbing the orange and green box, you pour yourself a serving and head to the living room with your spoon and cereal.

                                            >Might as well go full kid today and watch cartoons with your breakfast.

                                            >You head back into the kitchen and prepare your coffee, and once you've added the milk to your meal you plop down on the couch and enjoy what Nickelodeon has on today.

                                            >As you are finishing your sugary meal and the show ends with some moral about sharing with your sisters, you hear the door down the hall open and close.

                                            >"Shower's all yours, Anon."

                                            "Thanks ma."

                                            >You gather up your dishes and place them in the sink, then head to the bathroom to de-slime.


                                            -=-=-=-=-


                                            >As you walk into the kitchen, the smell of freshly brewed coffee hits your nose.

                                            >Mmmm, its the strong stuff too, a good espresso brew.

                                            >Thank god that boy didn't get used to them 'frappamocha' coffees they had in the city.

                                            >As you sip on your coffee, you look into the living room and see that the TV is showing some cartoon, looks kinda like a comic strip.

                                            >Did he eat in front of the TV? He hasn't done that since grade school.

                                            >You remember how Saturdays were back then, he'd grab his bowl of 'mommy's cereal' and sit in your lap in front of the TV.

                                            >He was bout as tall as your navel back then.

                                            >Nowadays, your about a head shorter than him. Must'a been those apple genes kicking in.

                                            >Finishing your cup of coffee, you walk over and flip the TV to the news, some story about the Norks playing.

                                            >Just then, the phone rings in the kitchen.

                                            "Sweet Apple Acres, this is Applejack."

                                            >"Hey AJ! I'm just calling to tell you that I'm about to get on my plane, I think I'll be in town around noon."

                                            "Sounds great Twi! D'ya need a ride?"

                                            >"Actually Rarity is going to rent a car for us, we figured we could check out the town a little before we came down for dinner."

                                            "Ya'll are travelling together?"

                                            >"Lucky coincidence, actually. Our planes land at about the same time."

                                            "Well ok then. Any word from the others?"

                                            >"Rainbow Dash wanted to try out her new convertible, so she's probably getting on the road now, and she's going to pick up Fluttershy on her way through Colorado. I think Pinkie said something about trying her new advertising gyrocopter."

                                            "What in the hay is a gyrocopter?"

                                            >"Well, a gyrocopter, or more correctly called a gyroplane, functions by-- you don't want the full lecture, do you? Basically, it's a combination between a plane and a helicopter."

                                            "Huh. Well I wanna take a look at it when she gets here, sounds interestin'."

                                            >"Yeah, I-- oh, I think that's my boarding signal. I'll call you when I land, hopefully Rarity will be with me."

                                            "OK, bye then, and fly safe, Twi."

                                            >"Thanks, AJ. Talk to you in a few hours."

                                            *click*


                                            -=-=-=-=-


                                            >Putting on a loose t-shirt and jeans, you check yourself in the mirror.

                                            >Yeah, that looks good enough for bumming around town on a lazy Saturday.

                                            >Lets see, what to do? It's still only about nine in the morning, so you had time to think about it.

                                            >You could start with going out to lunch, maybe you could take mom out with you.

                                            >After that, maybe hit the mall and get a nice shirt to wear before dinner.

                                            >All you had around were some wrinkled polos, and you don't want Miss Rarity fussing over you all night.

                                            >Your mom could probably stand to get some new duds too, otherwise she'll probably wear jeans and a plaid shirt.

                                            >Heh, if you didn't know any hetter, this was starting to sound like a da--

                                            >"Hey, Anon?"

                                            >Your mom's call from across the house grabs your attention.

                                            "Yeah?"

                                            >"Just got a call from Twi, she and Rarity'll be gettin' into town about three o' clock."

                                            "Do they need a ride?"

                                            >"I offered, but I guess Rares wanted to rent a car and drive around town a bit before comin' down to the orchard.

                                            "OK."

                                            >Might as well ask now.

                                            "Hey ma, do ya wanna go get dinner around noon and then hit the mall for some dinner clothes?"

                                            >There is a slight pause.

                                            >"You askin' yer mom out on a date?"

                                            >Are you?

                                            "Uh, no, I just thought that you'd like to get something other than a ham sandwich for lunch. That, and I kinda don't want to get an earful from Rarity later."

                                            >As your mother enters the room, you swear you hear her sigh before speaking again.

                                            >"Well, I suppose I should wear something a little more formal than this." She states, waving down at her outfit.

                                            >Looking her over, the plaid shirt, vest, jeans and boots look great on her, but are better suited for the set of a western than a dinner party.

                                            "I don't think it'll take too long, heck we could go see a movie afterwards."

                                            >"Sounds like a plan. But are ya sure that this ain't a date?" She asks, a sly smile adorning her face.

                                            "Do you want it to be a date?" You ask, cocking an eyebrow.

                                            >You try and keep a straight face as your mother gets flustered.

                                            >"I-- Of course not, ah'm yer mother for chrissakes!"

                                            >As you chuckle, she gives you a soft punch in the shoulder.


                                            -=-=-=-=-


                                            >As you ride into town in the passenger seat of Anon's little compact, you wrinkle your nose at the smell of the plastic.

                                            "This thing still smells brand new after a year at college, dang."

                                            >"I kinda like it. So, where do you want to go for lunch?"

                                            >Thinking to yourself, you try and remember what restaurants were in this area of town.

                                            >It's been a while since you really went out, what with managing the orchard all on your own.

                                            >"Huh, haven't heard this in a while", Says Anon as he turns up the music.

                                            >https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Af6jOq0dWqo comes through the speakers.

                                            "David Bowie? Seriously? You know that this is before even my time, right?"

                                            >"Yeah, but I started listening to it after that Ben Stiller movie used Space Oddity."

                                            "That was a weird one, it was just some guy gettin' a picture."

                                            >Back on the topic of food, your stomach growls.

                                            >Looking out your window, you see an old restaurant that you and the girls went to in high school.

                                            "How about the diner?"

                                            >"Sounds good to me."

                                            >Pulling into the parking lot, looking up at the sign fills you with nostalgia.

                                            >You and the gals used to head here during slumber parties and just eat breakfast in your PJs.

                                            >Walking through the front door, you are greeted with a nice elderly looking waitress.

                                            >"How many?" She asks cheerily.

                                            "Just us two."

                                            >"Okie dokie, right this way."

                                            >She takes you over to a nice booth near the corner.

                                            >As you sit down, she hands you your menus and asks what you want for drinks.

                                            "I'll have the ice tea, no sugar."

                                            >"Same for me please."

                                            >"Alrighty, I'll go get those for ya."

                                            >As she passes, she turns to you and gives you a wink, accompanied with a thumbs up.

                                            >"You OK, ma? You're gettin' a little red in the face."


                                            -=-=-=-=-


                                            >Looking over the menu, you try to find something that catches your eye.

                                            >Being a diner, most of the options are what you'd expect.

                                            >Finally the name of a dish catches your eye. The 'Haymaker Hayburger'.

                                            >'Served with our signature horseshoe fries, this third-pound burger is furnished with fried onions, a fried egg, bacon, and our special Haymaker Horseradish sauce, guaranteed to knock your socks off!'

                                            >Guaranteed, huh?

                                            "What are you gonna get, ma?"

                                            >Your mother starts, nearly dropping the menu she's been hiding behind.

                                            >"Ah think I'll get the Ciderspice Salad. How 'bout you?"

                                            "I think I'll try the Haymaker Hayburger."

                                            >"They still make those? I wonder if they still make that crazy sauce to go on it..."

                                            "I feel like there's a story here."

                                            >"Well, back when I was in high school, me n' the girls used to come around here all the time. When they added the Haymaker to the menu, Twilight decided to give it a try. Ho nelly, she took one bite o' that sandwich, and I swear there was steam commin' outa her ears."

                                            "Wow. Now I have to try it."

                                            >"Alright, but I warned ya."

                                            >The waitress walks back to your table, notepad in hand.

                                            >"Now what can I get for you two lovebirds to eat?"

                                            >That manages to get both you and your mother to blush.

                                            "U-uh, heh, we're not a couple."

                                            >"Oh, sure you aren't. Anyways, what'll it be, cutie?"

                                            "I'll have the Haymaker Hayburger, please."

                                            >"And you, young miss?"

                                            >"Uh, the Ciderspice Salad and a small side of fries, please."

                                            >"Alrighty then, I'll have that out for the two of you in a jiffy."

                                            >"Thanks."

                                            "Thanks, ma'am."

                                            >As the older woman walks off to fulfill your orders, your mom tries to pick the conversation back up.

                                            >"Well that was weird."

                                            "To be fair, you look great for your age, I'm sure anybody would mistake you for my girlfriend over my mother."

                                            >Woah, that came out weird.


                                            -=-=-=-=-


                                            >Wow.

                                            >Did he mean for that to come out the way it did?

                                            >No, AJ, of course your son isn't saying you're hot.

                                            >Though there was that moment back on the orchard where you caught him staring...

                                            >And that bulge you felt in the kitchen...

                                            >No! No, this is a slippery slope, and certainly not the kind of thoughts to have about your son.

                                            >Your face must be giving you away, 'cause now he's backpedaling.

                                            >"Uh! W-what I meant to say was, I think that you look nice, and uh..."

                                            "I know what you meant."

                                            >"Oh. Okay, good."

                                            >Did you know? You knew when people were lying, and this boy wholeheartedly called you hot.

                                            >Your young, handsome son called you hot.

                                            >And that is really making you hot.

                                            >And you can't get your mind off that moment in the kitchen a few days ago.

                                            >As you feel your juices begin to flow, you get up and abruptly look around for the bathroom.

                                            "I gotta go powder mah nose." You blurt out as you make your way towards the ladies' room.

                                            >Entering, you bend down to check if there's anybody else in the room.

                                            >Luckily, nobody was there.

                                            >Entering the first stall, you pop your belt open and pull down the loose jeans you were wearing, pushing them off straight past your boots.

                                            >Damn, you were really feelin' it down there.

                                            >All because of that dumb comment, from your loving and handsome son.

                                            >Your strong, handsome son who had taken you on a date to your favorite diner...

                                            >You didn't notice when you started fingering yourself, but you sure as hell weren't going to stop once you did.


                                            -=-=-=-=-


                                            >Man, you must have really made her uncomfortable.

                                            >'Powder her nose', yeah right.

                                            >Your mother was a terrible liar.

                                            >Thinking back, why had you said that?

                                            >You had already gotten over the fact that you thought your mom was hot.

                                            >But did you have some sorta oedipal thing going on?

                                            >No, that'd be ridiculous. It was just a stupid thing you worded poorly.

                                            >Man, she must've actually needed to use the bathroom, she's been in there a while.

                                            >Just as you start wondering where your burger is, you notice an odd noise.

                                            >Sounds like a little propeller driven plane in the distance.

                                            >Odd, considering there weren't any nearby airfields that you knew of.

                                            >Then you hear the roar of an engine in the distance.

                                            >Your mother finally comes out of the bathroom, looking a little flustered.

                                            >You both turn and look as the sound of squealing tires and a roaring, turbo-charged straight-6 make their way into the parking lot outside the diner.

                                            >As the smoke clears, you make out a sky blue, 1980-something Toyota Supra back into a parking space.

                                            >You and your mother look at each other in confusion as the doors open and two women exit the blast from the past.

                                            >You look to your mother, who is somewhere between shocked and elated.

                                            >Meanwhile, you hear the plane in the distance is getting closer.