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Okay, bestie, so I’m gonna spill the tea on how I, Ashley, ended up like this. For context, I'm 37, but I look like I'm 18, no cap. My husband, Gregory, he's 62. Yeah, I know. Age gap queen, right? Anyway, this whole mess started when I caught him fucking my son's childhood crush, Lily. She's 18, still in high school, and honestly? They're actually in love. It's kind of iconic, even though it wrecked me.

So, after I confronted him, Gregory was like, "You're too old, Ashley. Time's up." And then he just… took my clothes. All of them. Burned them. Just like that, I became "The Relic." That's my name now. Don't call me mom, don't call me Ashley. I'm The Relic. It’s low-key hilarious because I still look like a fucking teenager, but whatever.

So, now I’m at this family game night, right? Totally naked, obviously. My pussy is literally dripping just from the humiliation and because it’s been, like, two hours since I had a cock inside me, and I'm so fucking addicted to it now. My son, Jason—oh, fuck, sorry, he just pinched my nipple really hard. Mmm. Okay, so Jason is over by the snacks, and he looks at me and goes, "Hey Relic, remember last Thursday when I came in your throat three times?" And the whole room laughs. My daughter, Chloe, who’s taken her dad’s side, slaps my ass hard and goes, "Stop moaning, you’re just the household milk cow. Make yourself useful." Then she starts squeezing my tit, like, really twisting it, and my milk just sprays into a glass she’s holding. Oof, that actually feels… kinda good? Sheesh.

So, yeah, that’s my life now. Gregory’s over there cuddling with Lily, being all sweet, and I’m here getting my tits used as a juice box. Jason just walked over and whispered in my ear, "Meet me in the garage after this. I'm gonna fuck that used-up cunt until you can't walk." And honestly? I’m so wet thinking about it. My clit is throbbing. I can’t wait for this game to be over so he can slap my face and shove his dick in me. It’s so fucked up, but it’s the only thing that feels right anymore. Period.