Ridden Hard

Adam leaned through the front door of Sweet Apple Acres’ farmhouse, bracing himself on the doorframe to keep from stumbling. He didn’t expect his mom to be asleep - his friend had had to drive him home fairly early in the evening - but he was hoping she wouldn’t see him, or even notice him arriving. He had very little experience drinking alcohol, and even less experience hiding drunkenness, and he was sure that Applejack would give him an earful if she saw him like this.

But he was in luck - Applejack, as it happened, was right in the living room, sleeping soundly on the old blue couch. With Big Mac out of town, she had to shoulder more work than usual - and that meant that at the end of the day, she had just enough energy left to stagger into the farmhouse, kick off her boots, and collapse into the couch.

And as he slipped off his jacket, Adam’s eyes flicked between her bare feet, dangling over the side of the couch, and her boots, lying akimbo on the hardwood floor beneath them. He’d never dared get close to either; Applejack was almost as protective of her boots as she was of her hat, and as for her feet… well, they were attached to her. Not the sort of thing you can just sneak off with.

But now her boots were just lying there, unattended - and Applejack looked like she was sleeping pretty soundly. It might be weeks - months - before Adam got another chance like this. The fear of getting caught had held him back in the past, but now… well, now he was drunk.

He knelt by the couch, pausing to listen to his mother’s slow, steady breaths. She was fast asleep, by the look of her. Probably wouldn’t wake up til morning, if Adam’s careful footsteps on the creaky floorboards didn’t wake her up. And so, with a kind of reverence, he leaned his head down and put his nose right inside her left boot - which happened to be standing upright - and took a deep breath.

Instantly, Adam’s head was swimming - more so than it had been when he was merely drunk. The scent of his mother’s sweaty boots was so powerful. He’d caught whiffs of that scent in the past, when Applejack kicked off her boots near him. At first he’d simply been impressed with the intensity of the smell, but over time he’d gained an appreciation for how complex it was. It was the fragrance of her body, but concentrated. Boiled down into pure essence at the end of a hard day’s work. Before long, Adam realized that his cock was getting hard every time he smelled it. Soon he was jerking off, consciously trying to summon up the sense-memory of that odor. But now - finally - he had the real thing in his hands.

His cock stiffening in his jeans, he picked up both boots and backed away from the couch. It took all his self-control not to dash up the steps to his room; he knew his mom to be a fairly sound sleeper, but he didn’t want to risk waking her, not when victory was this close. He made it to his room and shut the door quietly - not even pushing it all the way shut, fearful of the noise it would make.

And then he sat himself on the bed, slowly rubbing himself through the crotch of his pants as he let the scent of his mother’s sweaty, hard-working feet waft up from the insides of her boots. “Ohhhh... “ he moaned, taking deep, breaths through his nose, holding them in his lungs as he felt his cock twitch - and then letting them out slowly.

Adam’s heart pulsed in panic and disbelief at what he’d done. What he was still doing. He kept telling himself he was going to put the boots back. Or at least put them down. Or at least stop touching his cock. But instead, he felt his hands working the button of his pants open. Then the fly. And then he was rubbing himself through his boxers, feeling the shape of his stiff cock and his balls, tight against his body.

“I gotta stop this,” he whispered to himself. “Just gotta…” He slipped his hand into his boxer shorts, feeling his bare cock, pinching the tip between his fingers. “Just gotta finish quick and put ‘em back…” He hand began to work at his dick, sliding up and down the shaft, desperate to cum.

There was no particular reason why Applejack woke up at that moment - her internal clock was just off. And when she roused herself, she didn’t notice right away that her boots were missing. In fact, she might have just headed up to bed without noticing at all - if she hadn’t seen Adam’s jacket lying by the door.

“That boy, I swear…” she mumbled, grabbing his jacket and hanging it up. “Hook’s right there, Adam. What are you… where the heck’re my boots?”

She looked around the room, walking in circles around the couch. “Ah, never mind,” she said to herself sleepily, “find ‘em in the morning… after I give Adam the business fer bein’ a damn slob…”

She climbed the stairs, and spied Adam’s door hanging slightly open. Something made her peek in through the crack, and her sleepy eyes went wide as she saw what her con was up to.

“You little pervert…” she whispered, as she watched him stroke himself, his nose deep in her boots. Her own hand began to rub at her crotch, through the tough fabric of her jeans. “Smellin’ mommy’s boots?”

She stood like that for a while, watching Adam jerk himself off - listening to him moan wordlessly, and occasionally, hearing him moan the word “mom.” She stated to realize that it was turning her on, too - she was groping her tits and pawing at her crotch before she realized what she was doing. Her son was a handsome young man, there was no denying it… He had his father’s good looks, but he was younger, closer to his prime… and he was such a good boy, most of the time…

But sometimes good boys picked up bad habits. Like leaving their jackets on the floor. Or jerking off while sniffing their mother’s boots. And when that happened… well, Adam might be nineteen, but he was still living under Applejack’s roof - and that meant he wasn’t too old for his dear old mom to correct his behavior.

In fact, he was exactly the right age for a special form of correction. Something the little pervert might even like.

“All right, yer busted,” said Applejack, pushing his door open forcefully. Adam yelped, dropping Applejack’s boots to the ground - although one hand was still on his cock, seemingly on autopilot.

“Mom!” he said, “I… you can’t just-”

“I can’t just?” she said, staring down at him with slitted eyes. “Yer livin’ under my roof, stealin’ my boots and sniffin’ em while you beat yer meat. An’ yer tellin’ me what I can’t do?”

Adam had already been feeling shame over what he was doing - but up until this moment it had been the thing spurring him forward, making his cock harder. But now it burned. He took his hand off his cock and looked down, avoiding Applejack’s eyes.

“Ain’t got nothin’ to say to me now, huh?” said Applejack, giving her son a cruel smirk. “What do I do with you, Adam? Yer too old to spank, but I can’t just let this go. I gotta figure out some other way to punish ya. So here’s what we’re gonna do, all right? An’ I don’t wanna hear no whinin’.”

Adam lifted his head slightly when Applejack stopped talking. She hadn’t actually described what she was going to do - but he forgot about all that as soon as he saw what she was doing. She was unzipping her pants, which was shocking enough - but what flopped out of those pants was even more surprising. “Mom?” was all Adam could say.

“Yeah,” said Applejack. “Mommy’s got a cock. Looks like you inherited some big-dick genes from my side of the family… although yours looks like it’s not quite as big as mine.”

“Wha-” stammered Adam, “But how can you be my mom if, if…”

“Oh, I got a pussy too, hang on,” said Applejack. She cupped her fat orange balls and lifted them up, revealing a dripping slit underneath. “This is where you came from, kiddo,” she said, “But my pussy ain’t for you to worry about. This is yer punishment. And do you know what bad children get?”

Adam just stared back at her, wordless.

“They get the rod. Come on, Adam, get up here. No mopin’ about - the sooner we start, the sooner it’ll be over with.”

Adam stood from the bed, reluctantly - and tripped over the pants that were around his ankles. This happened to place him, kneeling, right at Applejack’s crotch. “Clumsy boy, ain’tcha?” she said - and then a thought crossed her mind. “Hey, look at me fer a second.” Adam turned his eyes upward, staring past his mother’s rigid cock, looking into her disapproving eyes. “Oh my stars,” she said, tutting. “Yer drunk.”

“Now that is a cryin’ shame,” said Applejack, placing her hand on the back of Adam’s neck. “I was hopin’ to give you yer first taste of alcohol next cider season. Well, in lieu of hard cider, there’s somethin’ even harder I can give ya… but let’s work our way up to that. For now… if you like the smell of my sweaty feet so much, why don’t ya grab yerself a whiff of mommy’s big, sweaty balls?”

She pulled his head into her crotch, putting his nose and his mouth right on her ballsaack. “There you go,” she said, “That whole area gets real musky after a long day’s work. I wanna hear you breathe in that rich scent.”

Adam was too dazed and too drunk to muster any resistance. What was happening didn’t feel right… but it felt wrong in the same way that smelling Applejack’s boots had been wrong. It was wrong in a way that stiffened his cock all over again. And when he breathed in, filling his nose with the scent of his mother’s ballsack, he felt his cock twitch. This was wrong - but he was going to go through with it.

“Oh, yeah,” moaned Applejack, beginning to jerk her cock. “As long as I raised a little sweat-sniffin’ pervert, I might as well get some fun out of it. And since I know yer just lovin’ the smell of my fat nuts, how about you put yer tongue to good use? Tongue-wash my balls, I want ‘em nice and slick.”

Before he could even think of protesting, Adam had his tongue out, licking, tasting his mother’s ballsack. The taste and the scent were much like what he’d smelled from her boots - but there was a forcefulness to it, a powerful, hybrid sexuality. Overwhelmingly masculine and dominant, with a whiff of the wet pussy hidden underneath. He took her whole sack in his mouth, balancing the fat round balls on his tongue.

“Whoo, you turned into a real slut when you got some booze in ya, huh?” said Applejack, stroking herself faster, bumping her hips against Adam’s face. “Maybe I should sneak ya some cider now an’ then, whenever I need a ball-lickin’ whore to get me off. Mmm, since yer so hungry fer my nuts, maybe you wanna try out the main course?” Adam paused, no longer actively mouthing Applejack’s nuts - but otherwise he took no initiative.

“Come on, you know what I mean,” said Applejack. “Or are you too damn drunk? Lemme spell it out fer ya. Suck. Mommy’s. Cock.”

Adam whimpered - he felt weak, taken advantage of - but being told to suck Applejack’s cock made him want it. He wanted to be punished, to absolve himself of the shameful act he’d been caught in the middle of - especially if it meant surrendering himself to his mother, the woman whose scent, whose body he’d grown obsessed with. He popped his lips off of his mom’s balls and embraced the tip of her cock.

Applejack’s cock was bigger than his, he realized. Longer and thicker. Not by a huge amount, but enough to make him feel inferior. He dragged his tongue over her tip, and he licked up a droplet of precum. It was good - strong, salty. Musky like her sweat, a bit sweet like the apples that were her life. He set about sucking in earnest, working towards what he knew was his goal - getting his mom to cum in his mouth.

“Oh, not bad, Adam, not fuckin’ bad,” said Applejack, her hips beginning to sway back and forth. “I’m guessin’ this is yer first time suckin’ cock, but you make up for inexperience with, y’know… dedication. Might as well kick you up to the advanced course.” She grunted roughtly, shoving her hips forward, hitting the back of his throat with her cock. “Mommy’s gonna fuck yer mouth now.”

Her hips bucked back and forth, pistoning in and mouth, in and out, slapping Adam’s chin with her heavy nuts each time she thrust into him. Adam let out a muffled cry at the first thrust, his gag reflex briefly triggered, and he struggled to keep himself steady as Applejack thrust faster and faster in his mouth. With her hand still on the back of his neck, there was little he could do to resist of control the pace of his blowjob - he just did his best to work the underside of her cock with his tongue, hoping to make her cum as soon as he could.

And he was doing a pretty good job - to the extent that his efforts mattered at all. She was using his body, fucking his mouth mercilessly, her cock twitching and spitting precum onto his tongue as she brought herself towards climax. “Ungh, fuck,” grunted Applejack, “I’m gonna fuckin’ cum… maybe a mouthful of mommy’s jizz’ll teach ya not to be such a dirty little perv…”

But just as the bucking of her cock in Adam’s mouth began to suggest that orgasm was imminent, she slowed herself- and then pulled out entirely. “Ah hell, I’m not thinkin’ straight,” she said, shaking her head. “Cummin’ in yer mouth ain’t gonna teach you nothin.” She laughed to herself. “Nah, I got a much better idea.” She pulled him to his feet, then grabbed his wrist, dragging him out into the hall.

Adam’s pants were around his ankles, but he managed to step out of them rather than tripping. Applejack marched him down the hall - down to her bedroom - and tossed him onto the bed. “All right, strip,” she said.

Adam looked at Applejack pleadingly. “What?” he muttered. “Why?”

“Yer drunk, not stupid,” said Applejack. “I think you know why.” She began to strip herself - her jeans, already unzipped and hanging loose on her body, fell to the floor. Then she worked at the buttons on her shirt, exposing the black bra underneath. “Hurry up now,” she said, “I can make this punishment last longer if ya try my patience.”

Adam did as he was told, pulling off his shirt - then his undershirt - then pulling his boxers down. He was naked on his mother’s bed now, watching Applejack unhook her bra and free her heavy orange tits. Her hat, as usual, stayed on.

“All right,” said Applejack, rounding the side of the bed, “like I said, I can’t spank yer bottom, but I can stretch it out a little.” She took a bottle of lube from the drawer underneath her bedside table and squeezed a portion into her hand. “You ain’t gonna forget this.”

“Wha-” Adam backed away from Applejack, skittering backwards on the bed with nervous limbs. “Come on, you’re my mom, are you really saying you’re gonna... “ he covered his ass with cupped hands. “You’re not serious…

“I’m plenty serious,” said Applejack, advancing on him and slicking up her fingers. “You wanna live under my roof… go out get sloshed like a grown man… and then take liberties with my boots?” She placed her dry hand on the bed and advanced on Adam. “You know how much my boots mean to me, Adam. Well, I thought ya did, but then ya went an’ defiled ‘em.”

“I wasn’t…” Adam turned his eyes downward. “I wasn’t gonna cum in them.”

“Ya still defiled ‘em,” said Applejack. “Those boots are like a part of my own body, and you used ‘em. So I figure if ya let me use a part a yer body to get myself off, you and me will be square. Sound like a good deal?”

Adam could tell she was serious. He was too drunk to argue against her, and too horny to really want to. He found himself staring at his mother’s cock, imagining what it would feel like inside his ass. He’d never had anything in there, and she was big…

“Okay,” said Adam. “Just go easy on me, all right?”

“Of course I’ll go easy on ya,” said Applejack. “Yer my boy. Now turn over and show me that ass.”

Adam rolled over and propped himself up on his hands and knees, lifting himself into a posture that pointed his bare ass at Applejack. He looked over his shoulder and watched her slip her lubed fingers into his crack. Her fingers were warm and slippery as she circled his pucker - and with a little bit of force, she slipped one finger, then two.
“Does that feel good?” said Applejack. “A little unfamiliar? A little exciting?”

Adam just groaned.

“Yeah,” said Applejack, “This ain’t how I was expectin’ today to go either. I got two fingers in my son’s ass, got my dick nice and hard… And I am real excited to pop yer ass cherry. Oh, and, uh… one more thing before I get started... “ her fingers popped out of his ass, and her cock parted his cheeks, stopping right at his slick asshole.

“If you cum before I do,” said Applejack, “Then yer punishment doesn’t end here. We’ll go all night.”

“O… okugghh!” blurted Adam, as Applejack pushed herself inside of him. It was only the first inch or so, but it was still a shock to his system, a jolt that made him catch his breath. “Okay,” he gasped. “Go slow, go slow.”

“Y’actin’ like I don’t know what I’m doin’,” said Applejack. “Ya think yer dear old mom never fucked a virgin butthole? I’ll give yer ass just what it needs.” She slid herself deeper in, clapping her hands onto Adam’s ass as she pushed each half-inch past his tight, slick hole.

“Aw, oh fuck,” moaned Adam, “Mom…”

“Watch your mouth,” grunted Applejack. “I can make this punishment longer and harder for ya, Adam, for any reason I choose. Ya kissed yer mom’s balls with that mouth, so I don’t wanna hear any foul language from ya, all right?”

“Okay,” moaned Adam. “Okay.”

“Good news is, I’m inside ya,” said Applejack. “Just a little thrustin’, a little sweatin’, an’ a big load of cum up yer ass, and we’ll be done.”

“You’re… gonna cum inside me?”

“What’re ya worried about?” said Applejack. Her fingers were massaging the skin of his buttcheeks, trying to get his ass to relax. “I ain’t gonna breed ya, kiddo. Ain’t gonna put a baby in there. Just a good solid ruttin’ between a mother and son.”

She didn’t give him a chance to respond - instead she pulled her cock halfway out, paused a moment to let his weak, withering groan play itself out, then thrust back inside him. “Don’t forget,” she said, setting a rhythm of short, powerful thrusts, “You let me cum first, boy, or I’ll make sure you have a real sore ass tomorrow.”

“Nnngh, okay, Mom,” said Adam. “Aw fff…” he gritted his teeth, trying to stop himself from swearing. He could feel his cock bucking, his balls getting tight… he’d already been close to coming when he’d been jacking off as he smelled her boots. And sucking her cock hadn’t done much to calm his arousal; he was still agonizingly close. Each thrust inside his tight virgin ass, sliding against his prostate, brought him closer and closer to the inevitable.

“Mom,” he moaned, “Mom, I’m close, I’m gonna cum, please… slow down…”

“Ain’t my fault if you cum early,” said Applejack, not slowing down one bit. “Y’wouldn’t be so worked up if you hadn’t been smellin’ my sweaty boots… just hold back yer nut till I cum in your ass, young man. Unless you really do want me to punish ya all night…” She lifted her hand and slapped his ass, making him yelp. “If you want me to keep ridin’ yer ass, all ya have to do is blow yer load all over those sheets…”

“No... “ Adam whimpered. “I don’t want to cum, Mom, don’t make me cum, you’re… you’re fucking me too hard, Mom…” His cock jerked, leaking pre, and he could feel himself hitting the point of no return. Applejack only went at him harder, laughing cruelly as she pounded her son’s quivering ass. “No!” he grunted, “I don’t wanna cum, I don’t wanna…”

But he came, shooting his load over the clean, rumpled white sheet. He should have tried to hide it, but he groaned helplessly, the sheets bunching in his fingers as his body tensed. Each thrust in his asshole seemed to light a fire under his climax, kicking a new spurt out of his twitching shaft. His mother was ramming the cum out of him, turning his orgasm into a seemingly endless ordeal of pain and pleasure.

“Did you cum, baby?” said Applejack. “Oh, baby, that’s okay, don’t worry about it… mommy loves you, mommy loves you, and she’s going to show you just how much. Mommy’s gonna cum, Adam baby. Mommy’s gonna cum right in your tight little butthole. Big… hot… load…”

Applejack dug her hands into his cheeks, sinking strong fingers into the soft flesh. She rammed herself into him, leaning her body into his until he could feel her tits on his back. She groaned, her hips spasming as he cock unloaded inside him. His ass had been pounded almost into numbness, but he could still feel the hot splatted of his mother’s cum against his ass. As her climax went on, she collapsed onto Adam, making him drop onto the bed under her weight.

“You did good,” said Applejack, whispering into Adam’s ear. “Took Mommy’s cock like a champ.”

“Thanks,” said Adam.

“But you did come before me,” chuckled Applejack. “So we’re not done, you and me. Enjoy this little rest while ya can, because I’ll be ready for round two before ya know it.”