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My Story Time:

Alright, bestie, spill the tea? I’m Sophie. Used to be Sophie Kane, wife to Gregory Kane, mom of three. Now? They just call me the Relic. Ironic, AF, since I still look 18, no cap. Gregory’s 52, btw. Married me when I was 17. Total age-gap love story, until it wasn’t.

So, I caught him with Lily. Sweet Lily, 18, who’d grown up with my oldest, Ethan. I was such an icon, encouraging them. “My future daughter-in-law!” I’d tease. Joke’s on me. She chose Daddy. Gregory said I was “too old,” a “used-up Relic,” and made me strip right there in our bedroom. He tore my clothes, donated them, said I didn’t need them anymore. The final boss move? He moved Lily into our bed that night.

I was sobbing, totally shook. Then Ethan, my 19-year-old, came into the living room where I was trying to cover myself with a pillow. He just… looked at me. Not like a son. Like a man seeing a naked girl. He slapped the pillow away. “You’re not my mom,” he said, his voice cold. “You’re the Relic. Dad says you need to be pregnant to keep making milk for the house.”

Oof. He pushed me down, and… Aah! Sorry, sheesh, just got a… Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm! ...memory. And a slap. Ethan’s friend Mark is here, using my mouth while I try to talk. His dick is so deep. Anyway, where was I? Right. Ethan fucked me raw that first night. It hurt. I tried not to moan. So he slapped my face, over and over, until I screamed. He came inside me, then spat in my mouth and slapped me again. “That’s what you are now,” he said.

That was the start. He and his brother Ben used me every day. I had to beg to sleep in their beds for warmth, which just meant more sex. They’d fall asleep with their cocks stuffed in my pussy. I’d wake up to them already thrusting. Gregory hosted parties. I was the free-use side piece, gangbanged by his friends while he fucked Lily lovingly in the center of the room. The contrast was… it broke me. And then, it rebuilt me. I got addicted. The slaps, the choking, the feeling of a cock—any cock—filling my cunt. I couldn’t stand a second without one.

So I started playing pranks again. My witty humor came back, but… spicy. One day, I visited Ethan at his college library. He was studying with friends. I knelt under the table, pulled his dick out, and started sucking. He tried to keep a straight face, giving a presentation on his laptop. I deep-throated him, moaning softly. He came in my mouth, and I swallowed, then popped up and whispered, “Nice presentation, motherfucker.”

Aah! See? I just called Mark that. He doesn’t like it. Slap. Anyway, after the library, Ethan dragged me to a bathroom, slapped my face hard, fucked me against the sink, and came inside me again. After, he wiped his messy cock on my face and gave me one final slap that sent me to the floor. I loved it. I needed it.

Gregory eventually divorced me, out of “disgust” for me fucking other men… the men he made me fuck. The irony is iconic. But Lily, sweet Lily, convinced him to be kind to me again. We’re friends now. So here I am at a family BBQ. I’m the Relic, fully naked, pregnant with Ethan’s baby—my belly’s showing—while Lily’s pregnant with Gregory’s. We’re drinking mocktails and bonding.

OMG, yes! Right there! Sorry, Ethan just walked up and slid his cock into me from behind while I was talking. Don’t stop! I’m leaking everywhere just thinking about it. See? This is my life now. I’m spilling the tea, getting fondled, getting my tits squeezed for milk—drink up, everyone!—and getting my ass slapped when the men brag about how many times they’ve creampied me. I just laugh and make a joke. “What can I say? I’m a Relic, but I’ve still got it!” Period.

Ethan’s whispering in my ear he’s gonna take me to the shed after this and fuck me senseless. I can’t wait. My pussy is dripping. I don’t need clothes. I need this dick. I need the slap that’s coming. It’s the only thing that feels real anymore.