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Okay, bestie, so you want the tea on how I ended up here, right? The full, unfiltered spill. Just… just give me a second. Aah! Fuck, that one stings. Sorry, my son—well, I call him that, but he’d slap me again if he heard it—is currently fucking my pussy from behind while his brother feeds me his dick. Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm… okay, he’s done. Swallowed every drop. Iconic, right?

So, I’m Elara Finch, or I was. Now, everyone just calls me “The Relic.” I’m 37, but I look 18, no cap. My husband, Silas Thorne, is 62. We married when I was barely legal, a whole ass age-gap romance. We had three sons—Lucas, Marcus, and baby Ben—and two daughters, Chloe and Sophia. Life was boujee. Silas fucked me every night, loved my youthful body. I was even breastfeeding Ben when it all went down.

I found out Silas was fucking our son Lucas’s childhood sweetheart, Lily Hayes. She’s 18, still in high school. I confronted him in our bedroom. He didn’t even yell. Just calmly said I was “too old,” that my time was up. Then he told me to strip. I was so shook, I did it. He gathered every stitch of my clothing—my designer dresses, my lingerie, even my high-heeled sandals—and donated it all. Said from now on, my name was Relic, and my body was for the household’s use.

The second I was fully naked, Lucas and Marcus were on me. Lucas slapped me across the face—Aah!—and said, “On your knees, Relic.” That was my first time sucking my own son’s cock. Silas just watched, holding Lily’s hand. He told them to breed me, to keep my milk flowing. He’d only drink from my tits now; Lily was for fucking.

That night, kicked out of the master bedroom, I had to beg Lucas to let me sleep in his bed for warmth. He said yes, but only if I let him use me as a cocksleeve. He fell asleep with his dick buried in my cunt. I woke up to him already fucking me, choking me, his teeth on my nipples, drinking my milk while he came inside me. It was rough, it was abusive… and after weeks of it, of being used by his friends at Silas’s parties, spit-roasted, covered in cum… my mind broke. I got addicted. I needed it.

Now, I embrace it. I pull cheeky pranks. Last week, I visited Marcus at his college debate. Went fully naked, crawled under the podium, and started sucking his dick while he tried to argue about economic policy. He tried to stay composed, but he lost. After, he dragged me to a janitor’s closet, slapped me, fucked my throat and pussy raw, came in both, then wiped his cock on my face and slapped me again. Aah! See? Like that. Just like that! Don’t stop!

Silas divorced me out of “disgust,” but keeps me here. He and Lily are genuinely in love; I see them fucking everywhere, so tender. Meanwhile, I’m the free-use slut. My daughters, Chloe and Sophia, they took his side. They twist my nipples to get milk, slap my ass, call me Relic. Silas says it’s to teach them to secure a good man while they’re young, to be a good little slut for him so they never end up a discarded Relic like me.

And Lily… sweet Lily. She convinced Silas to be… kinder. To let me join family game nights. I sit there fully naked, my tits being groped, my ass slapped, while the boys brag about how many times they’ve creampied me this week, and I’ll crack a joke like, “What can I say? This Relic’s still a crowd-pleaser.” We all laugh. It’s… a vibe.

Now, Lily’s pregnant with Silas’s baby, and I’m pregnant too—probably by Lucas or Marcus, who even knows? My belly’s showing. My only purpose is to be a milk factory and a cum dump. And you know what? I’m fucking fine with it. Oh god, yes! I’m cumming! Fill me up! Breed this Relic! Aah! See? This is my life now. So, you ready for your turn?