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 Mum! What's wrong, Mum?" 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!"
"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 son at twenty-three.
They helped me to my feet, fondling my legs, butt, and my boobs while doing so. On the way to my bedroom, Ben, my second oldest at twenty, asked, "How long have you been going out to have sex, Mum?"
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 at eighteen. "Do you have a regular lover?"
"No, I pick up strangers."
Brian, my youngest at sixteen years old, 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, Mum'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 to come out of 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, "Oh come on, boys. 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, Mum. 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, "But 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, "Mum'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 Brian before he had his deep inside my womb. After Brian 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.