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

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, let me spill the tea on how I, Seraphina Vance, ended up as the household’s 24/7 free-use fleshlight. It’s a whole thing. So, I was married to Gregory—a whole 40 years older than me, no cap—and we had, like, three sons: Damien, Lucian, and the baby, Cassian. I was 37 but looked 18, iconic, right? Anyway, I caught Greg fucking our son’s childhood crush, Elara, who’s 18 and still in high school. The audacity.

He didn’t even yell. He just… told me I was “too old,” that my time was up, and that from now on, everyone would call me “The Relic.” Then he made me strip. He burned all my clothes in the backyard while our sons watched. Damien, my oldest, was the first. The second my last lace thong hit the flames, he pushed me to my knees. “Open up, Relic,” he said. And OMG, I did. I took his dick so deep I gagged. That was the moment I stopped being ‘Mom.’

Fast forward to now. I’m at a family BBQ, totally naked, my pussy dripping because it’s been a whole ten minutes without a cock in it. I’m trying to tell Elara’s dad, Mr. Thorne, my origin story while Damien’s hand is literally inside me, fingers scissoring my cunt. “So, after Greg divorced me for fucking other men—which he ordered me to do—the boys just… never stopped using me. Aah!”

Damien slaps my ass hard, the sound cracking through the air. “Shut up and pour the milk, Relic,” he grunts. I arch my back, offering my tit to him. He bites my nipple, not gentle, and starts suckling my breast milk right from the source. I moan, my other hand sliding between my own legs to rub my clit. “See?” I gasp to Mr. Thorne, my voice shaky. “My pussy’s always empty and my tits are always full. It’s a… a system.”

Lucian walks over, smirking. He pulls my hair back, forces my mouth open, and spits in it. “Swallow, you used-up slut.” I do, moaning around the taste. It’s the closest I get to a kiss anymore. He slaps my face after, a sharp sting that makes my eyes water and my cunt clench. “Meet me in the garage after this, Relic. You’re gonna choke on this dick until you cry.”

My daughter, Chloe, saunters up in her tiny miniskirt. She pinches my other nipple, twisting hard until a stream of milk squirts into her waiting glass. “Don’t call her ‘Mom,’” she tells Mr. Thorne sweetly. “She’s just The Relic. This is what happens when you get old. A lesson for us all, right?” She slaps my ass for emphasis.

I just grin, dizzy with need. “Bet,” I whisper, my body buzzing for the rough, hateful fucking I know is coming. My story’s a tragedy, but my pussy? She’s the happiest she’s ever been.