("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2011. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Betty's Boys by Pskao (pskao@juno.com) *** Betty is tired of anonymous sex, so one night after she's all ready to go out, she gets drunk instead. Her four sons come home and find her skirt up to her hips, and extremely drunk. They help her to bed, making sure to undress her nice clothes and lingerie before doing so. (MFF, inc, preg) *** As I do maybe a couple times a year when my boys are out for the evening, I dressed in sexy clothes and prepared to go out, pick up a man, and get laid. Sometimes I just get so horny that I need to have a cock inside of me, never mind that there's never any relationship other than sex between me and the strangers I let fuck me. This evening, my sons were all at a college game. The urge was upon me, but I found that the thought of picking up yet another stranger for sex was just too depressing. I missed my husband. He'd been a very loving, very good man, although he was also a bit stingy. He was older than my father, almost as old as my grandfathers, but he was childless even after a couple of marriages. He'd lost his first wife to cancer, and his second to a drunk driver. He was a great believer in insurance, so when he died, I never had to work, and our sons' college educations were in separate trust funds. We'd had a son a year after we were married, but he died just after our fourth son was born. I mourned my husband for several years, but eventually the urge for sex grew too strong, and I started going out to pick up men. Oh, I had my toys which satisfied my needs most of the time, but sometimes a woman just needs to fuck! The evening when things started happening, I was all ready to go out, but realized I didn't want any more anonymous sex. I got drunk instead. I was sprawled out on the sofa when my boys came home from the game. I don't get drunk very often, so my boys were surprised. "Hey, look at mom! What's wrong, Mom?" I remember one of them saying. "Her skirt's up to her hips!" another said. "Yeah, she's always had great legs!" yet another said. "What nice panties!" said the last. "I was going to go out to get laid, but got drunk instead," I replied. "We'd better take her to bed," Barry said. Barry is my oldest. They helped me my feet, fondling my legs, my butt, and my boobs while doing so. On the way to my bedroom, Ben, my second, asked, "How long have you been going out to have sex, Mom?" Having no control over my inhibitions, I told the truth. "I've been going out a couple times a year for about fifteen years when my toys are not enough and I need a cock inside me." "Wow!" said Bobby, my third. "Do you have a regular lover?" "No, I pick up strangers." Brian, my baby, asked, "Aren't you afraid of catching some disease or getting pregnant?" "I always bring condoms and make sure they use them." Barry asked, "Do you like picking up strangers?" "No, but if I fuck someone we know, I'll get a bad reputation." We were in my bedroom by this time. Ben said, "We should take off her clothes before putting her to bed. They're nice clothes." They unbuttoned my blouse and unzipped my skirt, fondling me all the while. Bobby said, "Wow, look at that sexy bra! I can see her nipples!" Barry said, "Yeah, it's too nice to sleep in. We'll have to take it off." I batted at them, saying, "I can do this," but they kept on undressing and fondling me. When they dropped my bra, two mouths fastened themselves on my nipples and began sucking and chewing. I was getting very wet. When they pulled down my pantyhose and panties, someone felt my pussy. "Hey, mom's wet! She wants to get fucked!" I heard Bobby say. I was jerking my hips, making my clit rub against someone's fingers, and said, "I can't fuck you! You're my sons! I might get pregnant!" Barry said, "You're horny, we're horny, we're going to fuck you, and if you get pregnant, we'll help you raise the baby." They pushed me back on my bed, and Bobby and Ben each grabbed a leg and separated them. Barry said, "Brian, you were the last one in her, so why don't you go first. We'll go in reverse order of our ages." He then began sucking and rubbing my boobs while taking off his clothes. Brian took off his clothes while I said, "No, no, no. I'm your mother. You can't fuck me." Even while saying that, I was swinging my hips, searching for a cock to fill me. Ben said, "It's OK, Mom. You wanted to get laid tonight. We'll all fuck you. You'll never have to pick up strangers again." Brian was naked by now and between my legs, aiming his cock at my pussy. I cried, "No! I'm your mother! Ohhh!" as his cock entered me, giving me my first orgasm of the night as he went in. "Oh, God! Nnngh!" I grunted as he bottomed out. I heard one of them say, "Mom's so sexy! I've wanted to fuck her for years." "We all did," another said. "And we're going to, tonight!" And so they did. I had several orgasms with Bobby before he had his deep inside my womb. After Bobby pulled out, he took Bobby's place holding my leg so that Bobby could undress. Barry switched places with Ben so that Ben could love my boobs while he undressed. Bobby began fucking me, giving me many more orgasms. After Bobby, Ben fucked me, then Barry. I had multiple orgasms and they no longer needed to hold me. My legs wrapped around whoever was fucking me and my hips swivelled to rub my clit on his cock. After they each fucked me twice, we fell asleep on my bed. I awoke in a couple of hours, as the alcohol in me needed to come out through my mouth. I went into the bathroom to throw up in the toilet. While barfing, one of my sons came in and started fucking me doggy-style with my head in the toilet. I soon felt hands on my butt and on my boobs. They each had a turn while my head was in the toilet, even after I was through barfing. Then they let me rinse out my mouth. Back in bed while putting his cock inside of me, Barry said, "We love you, Mom, but now that we've found that you're the best fuck in the world, we're not going to stop fucking you." I was having an orgasm and couldn't reply. When morning came, actually, I suppose it was afternoon by then, I got up and went down to make breakfast. The smell of eggs, bacon and coffee brought my boys down. We were all naked, and I kissed and fondled their balls before each sat down. After breakfast, we went into the living room. I said, "Ben, why don't you lie down so that I can climb onto you. Brian, you have the smallest cock, so I want you to take my anal virginity. Bobby, why don't you get some Vaseline from my medicine cabinet. I want to try something." "What about me?" asked Barry. "You're going to be in my mouth," I replied, "but I don't want you there until Ben and Brian are in me. I can handle more of you at once this way." That was how I lost my anal cherry, had my first double penetration and my first triple penetration within 24 hours of starting my incestuous career. After this orgy, with cum leaking out of my pussy and my bum, the boys sat me down and said, "Mom, you're ours now. From now on, you're going to be our sex toy. Inside the house, you no longer wear clothes. Outside, we have approval for everything you wear." "Oh, goody!" I replied. Barry said, "You tops are all fine as you like showing off your big breasts with low-cut tops. You won't be wearing pants or panties or pantyhose anymore, though. We'll donate what you've got to Goodwill or the Salvation Army. And bring all your skirts out to us." I normally wear skirts above the knee as I know I have good legs. My boys wanted them shorter. They cut all of my skirts in half and had me hem them. They were now only a few inches below my crotch when I put them on. Wearing one of these skirts, a low-cut top, shoes, and nothing else, they took me shopping. They bought me stockings, not pantyhose. Thigh-highs that stay up on their own. They were black with sexy patterns. They bought me two spandex skirts that just covered my butt. There was a gap between the bottom of the skirt and the stocking tops. As I walked, the skirt would ride up, exposing the bottom of my butt-cheeks. My boys refused to let me pull the skirt down until the told me. If they waited too long, even the bottom of my pussy was exposed. My boys like showing me off as a slut. And here I was worried about my reputation. Well, dressing as I now did, my reputation was as a slut. I knew that when I wore one of the spandex skirts, I'd get fucked in public, and I was. In the car while someone was driving, in a parking lot, in a park, in a secluded doorway, my boys love fucking me everywhere, and I mean both location and holes. I usually had cum dripping down my leg no matter what I wore, as they liked to fuck me before we left the house, and I never wore panties again. My wardrobe had to change in a few months, as they got me pregnant. They picked my maternity wear, and it was always sexy with easy access to my pussy and ass. There hasn't been a day gone by since they found me drunk when they all haven't had a turn at me. Yup, even when I gave birth, Barry's cock was in me when my water broke. The day after I gave birth, they each put a cock in me while in the hospital room, although that was it, they didn't fuck me to orgasm. They just wanted to let me know that my pussy was theirs. I was in my mid-40s when this started. I've had a baby a year since then. Now that I'm 50, I've had my first daughter. My husband helped me with our sons when they were babies. Now my sons help me with our children. Having five of us share the work makes it a lot easier on me. None of us knows who put the babies in me. They are collectively the babies' fathers. We are a large, loving family. The End ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 71