Warning: This story contains explicit adult content, including graphic sexual scenes, incest, and mature themes. All characters depicted are 18 or older. This is a fictional narrative intended for mature audiences only.
The living room was a mess, bottles of cheap wine scattered across the coffee table, some tipped over, dribbling sticky red onto the carpet. I swayed on the couch, my head fuzzy from the booze, my tight leopard-print dress riding up my thighs. My four sons—Jake, Liam, Ryan, and Ethan—sprawled around me, their laughter loud, their own beers in hand. They were all grown now, strapping lads in their early twenties, their broad shoulders and cheeky grins making my heart swell with pride. But tonight, something else was swelling too, and I couldn’t help but notice.
Jake, the eldest at 24, leaned back in his armchair, his dark hair messy, his tight T-shirt clinging to his muscled chest. “Oi, Liam, you ever shagged a bird who knew what she was doing?” he asked, smirking, his voice slurring just a bit.
Liam, 22, with his blond curls and sharp jaw, snorted, tossing an empty beer can at Jake. “Mate, you’re chatting shit. Last bird I was with had me seeing stars. Proper tight fanny, yeah?”
My cheeks flushed hot, and I giggled, the wine making me bold. “Oh, you lot, talking filth in front of your mum!” I slurred, waving a hand, my long auburn hair falling over one shoulder. My dress strained against my heavy breasts, the deep V-neck showing off more cleavage than I meant to. I didn’t miss how Ethan, the youngest at 20, shifted in his seat, his blue eyes flicking to my chest.
Ryan, 23, with his buzzed hair and cocky grin, leaned forward on the couch next to me. “What, Mum? You telling me you don’t know about shagging? Bet you’ve had your fun.” His voice was teasing, but there was a glint in his hazel eyes, something hungry.
I laughed, too drunk to care, my head spinning. “Cheeky sod! I’ve had my days, alright? Your dad wasn’t half bad before he pissed off.” I took another swig of wine, the liquid warm in my throat. My eyes drifted, and that’s when I saw it—Jake’s jeans, tight across his crotch, a thick bulge straining against the denim. My breath hitched. Was he… hard?
“Mum, you’re blushing,” Ethan said, his voice low, a sly smile on his lips. He was leaner than his brothers, but his arms were toned, his black tank top showing off his tattoos. He scooted closer on the couch, his thigh brushing mine. I felt a jolt, my fanny tingling despite myself.
“Am not,” I mumbled, but my eyes betrayed me, darting to Liam’s lap. His shorts were tented, the outline of his cock clear as day. My heart pounded. What the hell was happening? The air felt thick, charged, like a storm about to break.
Jake stood, stretching, his bulge even more obvious now. “Fuck, all this talk’s got me worked up,” he said, his voice rough. He stepped closer, towering over me, his eyes dark. “You ever think about it, Mum? Shagging now, I mean?”
I swallowed hard, my mouth dry despite the wine. “Jake, you’re pissed,” I said, but my voice was weak, my body betraying me as my nipples hardened under my dress, poking through the thin fabric. I crossed my arms, squeezing my massive tits together, and Ryan let out a low, needy moan.
“Fuck, Mum, look at you,” Ryan said, his hand suddenly on my thigh, his fingers digging into my soft flesh. “You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?”
“Ryan!” I gasped, but I didn’t pull away. Ethan’s hand was on my other thigh now, his touch lighter, teasing, his fingers tracing circles that sent shivers up my spine. My fanny throbbed, wet heat pooling between my legs. This was wrong, so wrong, but the wine and their hungry eyes were drowning out my better sense.
Liam knelt in front of me, his hands bold, sliding up my calves, past my knees, to the hem of my dress. “We’ve always wanted you, Mum,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “Seeing you like this… fuck, it’s too much.”
I whimpered, my head falling back as Ethan’s fingers slipped higher, brushing the edge of my knickers. My black lace panties were soaked, clinging to my swollen fanny lips. “Boys… we can’t…” I whispered, but my hips rocked forward, betraying me.
Jake leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. “We can, Mum. We want to. Don’t you?” His hand cupped my breast, his thumb brushing my nipple through the dress, and I let out a desperate, filthy moan.
“Ohhh, fuck,” I gasped, my resolve crumbling. Liam pushed my dress up, exposing my thighs, my knickers, the wet patch obvious. He groaned, his fingers hooking into the lace, pulling them down slowly, the fabric dragging against my sensitive skin.
“Look at that fanny,” Liam growled, his eyes fixed on my bare cunt. My lips were puffy, glistening with juice, my clit peeking out, begging for touch. He spread my thighs wider, and I moaned, my hands gripping the couch.
Ethan was at my side now, tugging the straps of my dress down, my tits spilling free. They were huge, heavy, my nipples dark and hard. “Fuck, Mum, your tits are unreal,” he said, his mouth latching onto one, sucking hard, his tongue flicking my nipple. I cried out, a sweet little scream, my back arching.
Ryan was next, his hands squeezing my other breast, his fingers pinching my nipple, rolling it until I whimpered. “You like that, don’t you, Mum?” he said, his voice low, rough. I nodded, too far gone to speak, my fanny dripping onto the couch.
Jake unzipped his jeans, his cock springing free, thick and veined, the tip glistening with pre-cum. “Open your mouth, Mum,” he said, and I obeyed, my lips parting as he guided his cock to my tongue. I sucked, moaning around him, the salty taste flooding my senses.
Liam’s fingers found my fanny, spreading my lips, his thumb circling my clit. “So fucking wet,” he said, sliding two fingers inside me, the squelch loud in the room. My fanny clenched around him, hot and tight, my hips bucking.
“Ohh God… right there…” I moaned, Jake’s cock slipping from my mouth as I gasped. Ethan and Ryan were still on my tits, sucking, biting, their hands roaming my body, groping my arse, my thighs.
Liam pulled his fingers out, his cock already free, hard and throbbing. He positioned himself between my legs, the tip of his cock brushing my fanny lips. “You want this, Mum?” he asked, his voice shaking with need.
“Yes… fuck me, Liam,” I begged, my voice a desperate whine. He thrust in, his cock stretching my fanny, filling me completely. I screamed, a sudden, filthy noise, my walls gripping him tight, the wet squelch of my juice loud with every thrust.
“Ungh, ah yes,” Liam grunted, pounding into me, his hands gripping my hips. My tits bounced with each thrust, Ethan and Ryan still sucking, their tongues relentless. Jake stroked his cock, watching, his eyes burning.
Liam’s pace quickened, his cock slamming into my cervix, the pleasure-pain making me sob. “Oh my god—faster! Yes! Ohhh yesss!” I cried, my fanny spasming, juice dripping down my thighs, pooling on the couch.
“Fuck, Mum, I’m gonna cum,” Liam growled, his thrusts erratic. He pulled out, his cock pulsing, ropes of thick, white cum splattering across my fanny, my clit, my thighs. The warm, sticky mess dripped slowly, mixing with my juice, the smell musky and raw.
Ethan was next, his cock smaller but thick, sliding into my cum-soaked fanny with a wet squelch. “Mmm… you feel so good…” he moaned, his hips rocking slow, deliberate. My fanny clenched around him, still sensitive, every movement sending sparks through me.
Ryan took Jake’s place, feeding me his cock, my lips stretching around his girth. I sucked, gagging slightly, my hands gripping his thighs. Ethan’s thrusts grew harder, his cock hitting that spot deep inside, and I moaned around Ryan’s shaft, a muffled, needy cry.
“Ohhh, fuck, Mum,” Ethan grunted, his hands squeezing my arse, spreading my cheeks. His cock pulsed, and he came hard, his cum flooding my fanny, hot and thick, leaking out around his shaft, dripping onto the couch.
Ryan pulled out of my mouth, his hand stroking fast. “Open wide, Mum,” he said, and I did, my tongue out as he came, his cum splashing across my face, my lips, my tits. I swallowed what I could, the taste bitter, salty, overwhelming.
Jake was last, his cock the biggest, stretching my fanny to its limit as he thrust in. “Ahh, harder,” I begged, my voice hoarse, my body trembling. He pounded me, relentless, his balls slapping my arse, the squelch of my fanny deafening.
“Fuck, Mum, you’re so tight,” Jake growled, his hands gripping my hips bruisingly. My tits bounced wildly, my fanny clenching, my orgasm building. “Ohh God… right there… you feel so good…” I sobbed, my body shaking as I came, my fanny spasming, juice gushing around his cock.
Jake thrust once, twice, then roared, his cock pulsing, his cum exploding inside me, hot and thick, filling my fanny until it overflowed, dripping down my thighs, mixing with his brothers’ cum. He pulled out, his cum leaking from my gaping fanny, the sight obscene, the smell heavy in the air.
I collapsed back, panting, my body slick with sweat, cum, and juice. My fanny throbbed, my tits heaving, my dress bunched around my waist. My sons surrounded me, their breaths heavy, their eyes still hungry.
“Fuck, Mum,” Jake said, his voice soft now, almost reverent. “That was… fucking unreal.”
I smiled weakly, my head still spinning, my body spent. “You lot… are gonna be the death of me,” I slurred, a laugh bubbling up despite everything.