My Steamy Story: Fully naked Wife narrates story describe...

My Story Time:

Okay, so… Aah! Fuck, sorry, hi. You’re new, right? I’m… well, they call me Crumb. It’s a whole thing. Ooh! Just… give me a sec. My son, Liam—well, one of them—is currently… Mmm, yes, right there!… he’s currently balls-deep in my pussy from behind, and his brother, Noah, just finished down my throat. The taste is… Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm!… iconic, honestly. You’ll get used to it.

So, the tea. I was 17 when I married Robert. He was 42, my dad’s bestie, total DILF, no cap. I looked 18 then, I look 18 now at 37. We had three sons—Liam, Noah, Caleb—and two daughters, Sophia and Chloe, plus a toddler, so my tits were always full of milk. Robert and I fucked like rabbits. Oh god, Liam, don’t stop! Then I caught him with Evelyn—"Evy"—our son Caleb’s childhood sweetheart. I was devastated. Robert looked me dead in my still-perfect, baby-faced eyes and said I was “too old.” Then he made me strip. Ripped my clothes off, burned them. Said from now on, I was just “Crumb.” Like, something old and used up. The irony, sheesh.

The second I was naked, Liam—Aah! Easy!—slapped me right across the face. “Time to earn your keep, Crumb,” he said. That was the first time he fucked me. They all did. Robert watched, drinking my milk straight from my nipple while Evy rode his cock. He’d say, “Get her pregnant again. We need the milk.” So they’d creampie me, over and over. I’m cumming! Fill me up! After, they’d rub their dicks on my face to mark me, then slap me again. My own daughters, Sophia and Chloe, they’d twist my nipples to get milk, calling me a servant. It broke me. And then… it didn’t. I got addicted. The slaps, the choking, the feeling of being so full of cum… it’s all I think about now.

So now, here I am. Fully naked, always. Robert divorced me out of “disgust” for fucking our sons… that he ordered me to do! Big yikes, right? But he lets me stay. Evy’s pregnant with his baby, I’m pregnant with… probably Noah’s? Doesn’t matter. My body’s just the household milk carton. And you know what? I’ve made my peace. I even make jokes. I call my sons “motherfuckers” to their faces—Aah! See? He hates that—and I tell Robert, “At least Crumb is a biodegradable title, bestie. Very eco-friendly.”

Oh, fuck! I’m gonna… both of you, don’t stop… I’m cumming! YES! Just like that! Aah!

…Anyway. That’s the spill. So, you wanna fuck me next? I’m already nice and wet for you. Just… mind the slaps. They’re part of the service.