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

My Story Time:

Look, besties, I’m just gonna spill the tea on how I became the household cum rag. No cap. So I’m at this family game night, right? Fully naked, obviously. My tits are out, leaking milk because my son, Jake—Aah!—is currently fucking me from behind on the couch. His dick is so deep in my pussy, I can barely think. Ooh, yes, right there, you motherfucker!

So, backstory: I’m Chloe. Was Chloe Harrington, now just… well, they call me “Yesteryear.” Ironic, right? Because I’m 37 but look 18, but my ex-husband, Richard—he’s 62, by the way—said I was “too old” when he started fucking our son’s childhood crush, Lily. She’s 18. Iconic.

After he caught me crying about it, he made me strip right there in the kitchen. Tore my clothes off and burned them. Said if I wanted to stay under his roof, this was my new uniform. Then he pointed to our son, Jake, who was just… staring. And he said, “She needs to stay pregnant. Keep the milk flowing. You handle it.”

And Jake, my own son… Mmm, fuck! He just walked over, slapped me across the face—Aah!—and fucked me right there on the marble floor. No lube, just spit and hate. That was the first time. Now it’s just… routine.

Like right now. Jake’s pounding my cunt, his hand tangled in my hair. “Tell the nice guest your story, Yesteryear,” he grunts, slapping my ass so hard I see stars. Ooh! My daughter, Emily, walks by and just pinches my nipple, hard, twisting until a stream of milk shoots into a glass she’s holding. “This is what happens when you get old,” she sneers at me. “This is why I’m marrying young.”

Jake leans down, bites my other nipple, drinking straight from me. “This whore’s taken my cum at least a hundred times,” he brags to the room. Then he whispers in my ear, “Meet me in the garage after this. I’m not done with you.”

And you know what? I’m addicted. I need this. I crave the slap of his skin on mine, the stretch of his cock, the burn when he chokes me. So I just moan, “Yes, yes! Fuck your mom’s worn-out cunt, you perfect little motherfucker!”

He slaps my face again for that—Aah!—and pistons harder, making me scream. I can feel his balls slapping against me, getting ready to… Ooh, God, I’m gonna… He’s filling me up! Yes! Breeding me all over again, just so everyone can have my milk tomorrow.

And as his cum floods my pussy, I just think… this is my family now. This is my purpose. I’m Yesteryear. The living, breathing, cum-drenched irony.