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

My Story Time:

(Setting: A casual, non-sexual family movie night at the home of Marcus Thorne, 52. His new wife, Chloe, 18, is visibly pregnant and curled up next to him on the couch. I, Evelyn, 37, am fully naked and perched on the arm of a recliner where my eldest son, Jake, 19, is sitting. His hand is idly groping my breast, his thumb pinching my nipple. My other son, Ben, 17, is on the floor nearby, his hand rubbing my inner thigh. I am telling my story to their friend, Liam, who is visiting and trying very hard not to stare at my body.)

Okay, so, spill the tea, bestie. It all started when I caught Marcus, my ex—oof, Ben, not so hard, that’s gonna leave a mark—when I caught him fucking Chloe in our bed. And I was like, ‘Marcus, what the actual fuck?’ And he just… he looked at me with this bored face and was like, ‘You’re old, Evelyn. You’re used up.’ Me! Looking like this! Iconic, right?

So he made me strip. Right there. Took all my clothes and burned them. Said if I was gonna look like a teenage slut, I should dress like one. Which, I mean… period. Aah! Jake, your teeth! That’s my milk, you don’t have to bite the damn nipple off to get it.

Anyway. The boys… they stopped calling me mom that day. Jake was the first. He just walked up, slapped me right across the face, and told me to get on my knees. And I… I fought it at first. But then… Mmm… oh god, Ben, your fingers… right there on my clit… fuck…

Sorry, Liam. Where was I? Right. The private parties. Marcus would have these guys over, and they’d use me as a warm-up for Chloe. Spit-roasting me, choking me, cumming in my throat, filling my pussy one after the other. I’d be so sore, covered in bite marks and cum. And I hated it. Until… I didn’t.

I got addicted. High-key. I need a dick inside me 24/7. I can’t stand a single second without one. Which is why… ah! Yes, Jake, just like that… squeeze it harder… which is why I’m always so fucking wet and empty at these things.

Speaking of… I turn my head to Jake, who’s now sucking hard on my other nipple, pulling streams of milk into his mouth. You’re such a thirsty little motherfucker, aren’t you?

CRACK. His open palm connects with my cheek, the sound sharp in the room. My head snaps to the side.

That’s for that, Cumrag, he spits, using my degrading title. He slaps my ass, making me jump. Meet me in my room after this. I’m gonna fuck that smart mouth of yours shut.

See? And that’s the tea. I’m just the household Cumrag now. A walking, talking, milk-filled fucktoy. And you know what? My pussy is dripping just thinking about it. So, Liam… you finna get in on this, or what?