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My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, let me spill the tea on how I, Lila Hartley, 37 but still looking 18 AF, ended up as the household’s naked milk dispenser and cum dumpster. No cap, it’s a wild ride.

So, my husband, Roger, 58, caught me crying after I found his texts with my “future daughter-in-law,” Chloe, 18. He was like, “Lila, you’re too old, babe.” I was shook. He calmly told me to strip. My favorite dress, the one I wore when he’d fuck me every night? He tore it off. My heels? Yeeted. He burned everything. Just like that, I was Ms. Lila Hartley again, but to everyone here, I’m just… ‘the Relic’. Ironic, right? I look younger than our daughter, Sophia.

Anyway, Oof! Sorry, that’s my son, Brandon. He’s 19, and his dick is… mmm… deep, guttural moan… fucking me so deep from behind right now. He and his brother, Caleb, stopped calling me mom the second my clothes hit the floor. Brandon’s hand just slammed into my face. Again. It’s cool, I’m used to it. He doesn’t like looking at me while he fucks his Relic.

Where was I? Right. So Roger moved Chloe into our old room. He’d watch while Brandon and Caleb took turns with me, choking me, slapping my tits, biting my nipples ‘til they bled just to drink my milk. Roger’s orders: “Get pregnant. We need the milk.” He’d say it while fucking Chloe right next to me, telling her she’s his perfect little girl. The contrast? Iconic.

Aah! Fuck, Brandon! sound of a sharp impact, a gasp He just came inside my pussy, filling me up. Don’t stop, you motherfu— another slap, harder See? He hates when I call him that. Now he’s rubbing his still-dripping cock all over my face, marking me. wet, smearing sounds There. Now another slap. Period.

So yeah, my mind kinda… broke. But in a good way? Now, I’m addicted. I can’t stand a second without a cock in me. I’ll do cheeky shit, like sneak under the dinner table during a serious convo and start sucking Caleb off. He’ll try to stay composed, but he always ends up dragging me out back, slapping me, and fucking my throat ‘til I gag. It’s how I say thanks for letting me sleep in his bed for warmth.

Look, even at non-sexual gatherings now, I’m the naked Relic. Men fondle my cunt, drink from my tits, slap my ass, and brag about how many times they’ve creampied me. I just laugh and make a joke. “What can I say?” I told Roger last week, “This Relic’s still got a few miles left on her.” He actually smiled. We’re cool like that now.

Speaking of, I’m leaking just thinking about it. My pussy is so empty and wet right now. Ooh, wait, Caleb’s walking over. He’s unbuckling his belt. He just whispered, “Meet me in the garage after this, Relic. I’m not done.” Then he slapped my ass so hard I yelped. Mmm, bet he’s gonna spit in my mouth again. I can’t wait.