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

My Story Time:

Okay, so, full disclosure, I’m totally naked right now. No cap. And I’m, like, trying to spill the tea about how I ended up as the household’s free-use sex toy while my son, Brandon, is currently balls-deep inside me. Ooh, fuck, right there, Brandon! Don’t stop!

Aah! Sorry, where was I? Right. So, my husband, Marcus—he’s like, 52, I’m 37 but look 18, it’s a whole thing—he caught me crying about his affair with this sweet 18-year-old, Lily. Instead of, you know, apologizing, he was like, “You’re too old, Sloppy Seconds.” Yeah, that’s my name now. Sloppy Seconds. Iconic, right?

He made me strip, burned all my clothes, and was like, “Your only job is to get knocked up so we always have milk.” So now I’m just… this. A walking, talking pussy and milk bar.

OMG, Brandon, yes! Harder, you motherfucker! Aah!

SMACK He hates when I call him that. But, like, it’s true! His big dick—the same one I pushed out of this cunt 19 years ago—is now my main character energy. I’m so addicted to it. I can’t stand a single second without a cock in me. My pussy is literally dripping down my thighs right now just thinking about it.

So anyway, after Marcus divorced me for “being a slut”—the irony, sheesh—he and Lily are all lovey-dovey in his room, and I’m here begging my own sons to let me sleep in their beds for warmth. The trade is… this. Rough, abusive sex where they slap me, choke me, and creampie me over and over. And I high-key live for it now. My mind is totally broken. All I crave is the next dick, the next slap, the next load filling me up.

Mmm, I’m gonna cum! Don’t you dare pull out, Brandon! Fill your mommy up! YES!

Aah! Oof, okay, he’s done. He just came inside me, pulled out, rubbed his still-dripping cock all over my face, and SMACK. Period. Now he’s telling me to meet him in the garage after the family movie night. As if I’d miss it. My needy cunt is already twitching for round two.

So, yeah. That’s my tea. I’m Sloppy Seconds. I’m a human milk machine and a cumdump for my own sons. And you know what? After this next baby bump starts showing, I’ll just get knocked up again. The circle of life, bestie. Bet.