Bad Betty

Betty chuckled and said “Your Rob was just asking me to get me tits out and I was telling him not to be a naughty boy.”

Christ! I thought I was going to have a heart attack at that comment, but Karen just rolled her eyes, gave Betty a foul look and snarled, “Mother, don’t be so disgusting.”

I was like a cat on hot bricks for the next few days, my mind constantly turning to what might happen the following week. On Monday, after Karen had left for work, I walked down to the corner shop to get the morning paper and some milk. When I returned to the house and closed the front door behind me I heard Betty call from the lounge “Rob love, have you got a minute?” I walked into the room and stopped dead: the room was in semi-darkness, with the curtains closed and just a standard lamp on in one corner. She was lying on the sofa, feet towards me, wearing nothing but a see-through shorty nightie. Her large boobs with their big brown nipples were clearly visible, and her thighs were spread, completely exposing her pussy to me. Instantly my cock sprang to attention and I felt my face flushing. With a broad smile Betty reached her arms out towards me and said “We’ve got about five hours before we start getting ready for work, love. Just you and me.”

Of course I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t resist; after months of enforced celibacy I didn’t want to resist. My pregnant wife had gone off sex and here was her voluptuous, all but naked mother offering herself to me. I lay next to her on the sofa and we held each other tightly and kissed passionately, our tongues wrestling in her mouth. With a free hand I squeezed one of her boobs through the nightie, and her fingers traced the outline of my cock. I traced my hand down her body, making her tremble as it passed across her belly, and found her cunt was already burning hot and soaking wet – I easily slipped three fingers inside her and she moaned with pleasure into my mouth.

It was pretty clear that Betty wanted me to screw her there and then, but I felt an urgent desire to taste her sopping pussy. I dropped to my knees on the floor beside the sofa and pulled her round so her legs were draped over my shoulders. Realising what I was about to do she gasped “Oh fuck, yes darling, please.” Her beautiful pink slit, with a thin line of brown hair running either side, was inches from my face and the aroma of her arousal filled my head. I spread her lips with my thumbs, leaned in and ran my tongue the length of her gash.

As I licked her Betty whinnied like a horse. I didn’t often go down on Karen because she gave me no feedback, just lay there silently until she came. Her mother couldn’t have been more different. Her thighs were big and meaty but firm, and she locked them tightly around my head while I pleasured her, keeping up a constant stream of encouragement: “Oh God that’s lovely, yessss, fuck Rob, you’re good at this, ooh do that again…” I reamed her cunt with two fingers and sucked on her clit, flicking it with my tongue and teasing it with my teeth, occasionally allowing my tongue to venture deep inside her to taste her flowing juices. We were at it for several minutes before she gave a huge gasp like a steam train and her hips started heaving at me as she had a shattering orgasm, her thighs clamping on me even tighter. I loved the taste of her and continued to lick her for a bit before she pulled me by the hair back onto the sofa beside her and kissed me wildly, tasting herself on my tongue. With tears in her eyes she whispered, “Thank you darling, it’s been more than ten years since any man touched me down there.”

We lay kissing and cuddling more gently for a few minutes before she pushed me off her, stood, threw off her nightie, took me by the hand and almost dragged me up the stairs to her bedroom. We raced to tear off my clothes then threw ourselves naked onto the bed. Her hand wrapped around my stiff tool. Without a moment’s hesitation I pushed her onto her back, pulled her thighs apart and thrust into her, fucking her hard and deep. We were both on a hair trigger and within seconds I shot my load, triggering Betty to another climax as she wailed with delight.

For a while after that I sucked on her breasts, loving her big spongy nips, while she purred and stroked my hair. I was soon ready to go again though, and she giggled with anticipation as I positioned myself between her legs. That time I screwed her more teasingly, varying my speed, strength and the length of my penetration, sometimes pulling almost entirely out until Betty was nearly begging me to finish her off. I obliged, gradually speeding up and driving deeper and deeper into her, my balls slapping against her, taking my weight on my locked arms and watching her face contort with pleasure as I fucked her. As she approached her orgasm she lifted her legs straight into the air and spread them wide, giving me maximum access. This time as she came she gave a series of grunts and writhed under me, her head swinging wildly from side to side, her hips rising up at me and her cunt muscles clamping on my cock. I finished off with three deep thrusts before I spurted what seemed like gallons of jizz into her. As she lay smiling blearily at me I lowered myself gently onto her cushiony breasts and belly.

After that first time Betty and I could barely keep our hands off each other. We took every opportunity to snog, fondle and fuck, and we became increasingly reckless. Looking back I find it hard to believe that Karen didn’t suspect something was going on between us but she never showed any sign of it. Betty and I were even at it regularly in the lounge in the half-hour it took for Karen to have a bath upstairs. Either Betty would kneel in front of the sofa, resting her arms and tits on it, her skirt bunched up around her waist, while I shagged her from behind, caressing her gorgeous bum, or she would suck me off while I sat with my hands down her blouse kneading those glorious boobs. More than once at work we slipped off during our tea break to fuck in the men’s toilet. Once or twice we screwed in the kitchen while Betty stood at the sink to do the washing-up, bracing her rubber-gloved hands on the taps, while Karen sat in the next room watching TV. And on one memorable occasion, while all three of us sat at the dinner table eating, I felt Betty’s stockinged foot stroking my groin. I slipped my hand under the table and unzipped my fly, and for the next few minutes I tried to act normally while her toes stroked my exposed cock to climax. All the while Karen sat there eating, quite oblivious to what her mother was doing to her husband! That Christmas Betty gave me a new camera and let me take loads of photos of her naked – I still use them to toss myself off to to this day.

A few months after our son, Jason, was born the council gave Karen and me a flat of our own, on the other side of town to Betty. I told myself it was time to be a good husband and father, and that it was over between me and my mother-in-law. But after three weeks I was back over there, to her delight; we didn’t even make it to the bedroom before she had my prick out, sucking me off just inside her front door.

Karen and I didn’t have a happy marriage, and more or less as soon as Jason moved out to go to university we split up. I haven’t heard a word of my ex-wife for nearly 20 years now. I carried on seeing Betty though, even after I re-married, almost right up to her death three years ago, in the care home she’d moved into. Even into her 80s she still loved stroking and sucking my cock in her private apartment, and frequently asked me to lick her pussy.

One of the care assistants, a young Italian-English girl called Maria, walked in on us one day as I had my head between Betty’s thighs lapping at her! Before I knew it Maria was visiting me regularly at my flat (I was divorced again by then) for me to fuck her. She was only 20 years old but enormous, at least a size 24 despite only being five-feet-two, and quite plain with a moustache. Not that her looks bothered me, a tight young pussy’s always a delight and I loved shagging her doggy-style, her massive bum pressing back into me. I don’t think she’d ever had a boyfriend, and she was so eager to please me that she let me do whatever I wanted, so soon I was fucking that lovely arse as much as her pussy. Maria enjoyed that too, and used to scream with delight as I shot off between her cheeks.

I’m on my own now, but I will never forget my beloved Betty and the hundreds of hours of sexual pleasure she gave me. My times with her were the most exciting moments of my life. Having said that, my experiences with my daughter-in-law and her mother were fun too – but that’s another story!