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

My Story Time:

Alright, so picture this, bestie. I’m at this family game night, right? Fully naked, as usual. Everyone’s calling me “Old News” now, which is… iconic, I guess, considering my ex, Robert—he’s like 62, I’m 37 but look 18, no cap—divorced me for getting knocked up by other men. The irony.

So I’m spilling the tea to our neighbor, Mr. Henderson, about how this all started. My oldest, Caleb—oof, his hand is on my ass, squeezing hard. “So yeah,” I gasp, trying to focus. “Robert caught me with his golf buddy and was like, ‘You’re too old for me, Old News. But not too old to make milk.’ So he took my clothes. All of them. Burned my entire wardrobe.”

Caleb’s fingers slide between my legs, rubbing my clit. I shudder, my pussy already dripping. “And then he told my sons… told them to… ah!... to use me. To keep me pregnant. For the milk.”

Mr. Henderson’s just staring, his eyes glued to my tits. Caleb pinches my nipple, hard, and a thin stream of milk arcs into the glass my daughter, Chloe, is holding. She smirks at me. “Don’t call her mom,” she tells Mr. Henderson. “She’s just the household milk cow. A good reminder for me to marry rich and young so I don’t end up a used-up slut like her.”

“Motherfucker,” I moan, the word slipping out as Caleb twists my other nipple.

SMACK! His palm cracks against my cheek. My head whips to the side. “I’m not your mother,” Caleb growls in my ear, his other hand shoving two fingers deep into my cunt. “I’m the guy who’s fucked this pussy more times than I can count. Tell him.”

Tears of pain and pleasure mix in my eyes. “He has,” I pant, pushing back against his fingers. “So many times. He cums inside me every night. Uses my throat. Drinks right from me…” I trail off as Caleb bites my neck, his cock—god, the same one I birthed—pressing against my back. “The tiny little dick I pushed out is so big now,” I whisper, a cheeky, broken giggle escaping me. “Fills me up so good.”

“Shut up and meet me in the garage after this,” Caleb snarls, giving my ass a final, stinging slap that makes me cry out. “I’m not done with you.”

I turn back to a stunned Mr. Henderson, my face throbbing, my pussy aching and empty. I smile, a real one. “So, yeah. That’s the tea. You want a glass of milk before you go?”