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

My Story Time:

Look, bestie, let me spill the tea on how I, Elara Finch, ended up as the household’s free-use ‘Old Yeller’. No cap, it’s a whole saga. It all started when my husband, Gregory—he’s 62, I’m 37 but look 18, don’t ask—got with my son Liam’s childhood crush, Chloe. She’s 18 and still in high school, but Gregory calls her his ‘little girl’ like it’s a compliment. When I confronted him, he said I was ‘too old’ and just… took everything. My clothes, my name, my dignity. He burned my dresses right in front of me and said, ‘From now on, you’re just Old Yeller. A used-up bitch who needs to earn her keep by making milk.’ The irony? I still look like a fucking college freshman.

So here I am, fully naked at a ‘family’ game night, my pussy literally dripping because it’s been a whole ten minutes without a dick inside me—I’m addicted AF, okay? My son, Liam, is right next to me, his hand under the table squeezing my tit so hard my milk leaks onto his fingers. He leans over, bites my nipple—Ah!—and whispers, ‘Tell your story, Old Yeller. I’m listening.’

I take a shaky breath. “So, after the divorce, Gregory made it clear my only purpose was to get pregnant and make milk. He’d have his friends over for private parties and just… offer me up. I’d be on my knees, one cock down my throat, another pounding my cunt from behind, getting slapped until I moaned. That’s how I broke. Started craving it.”

Liam pinches my other nipple, twisting it. Mmm! “Don’t pause, slut. Keep going.” He squeezes my breast and a thin stream of milk arcs into his waiting glass. My daughter, Sophia, smirks from across the table and slaps my ass. Hey! “She’s not your mom,” she tells the guest, some businessman friend of Gregory’s. “She’s the household sex slave. A lesson for me to marry young and be a good, youthful slut so I don’t end up like this dried-up whore.”

“I’m not dried up!” I laugh, the joke bitter but true. “My cunt’s always wet and ready. Like right now.” I spread my legs a little under the table, showing the guest how my lips are swollen and slick. Liam’s fingers slide down, pushing two inside me, and I gasp. Oh, fuck! “See? Anyway… after a few of those gangbangs, Gregory divorced me for ‘being a whore’—the same whore he created. But he kept me here. Made me beg to sleep in Liam’s bed for warmth in exchange for… you know.”

Liam’s fingers curl inside me, and I have to bite my lip. Aah! “She’d wake me up with her mouth on my cock,” he brags to the guest, his other hand slapping my cheek. Smack! “Talking shit, calling me a motherfucker.” He spits in my open mouth. I moan, savoring it, swishing his spit around like it’s a kiss. It’s the closest I get.

“It’s true,” I pant, my hips rocking against his hand. “I’d tease him. Say his tiny dick came out of my womb and now it’s big enough to go back in. He’d get so mad, he’d slap me and fuck me rougher.” Liam pulls his wet fingers from my pussy and shoves them in my mouth. I suck them clean. “And now, thanks to Chloe convincing Gregory to play nice, I get to be part of ‘family’ time.” I gesture around the room where Gregory and Chloe are cuddling, her pregnant belly pressed to his side. My own belly is swollen with Liam’s child. “We’re both pregnant! But hers is from love. Mine… mine is just to keep the milk flowing.”

Liam stands up, his belt already unbuckled. “Story time’s over. I told you to meet me after this.” He yanks me from the chair by my hair. I’m on my knees before him, his cock slapping my face. “Open.” I do, and he spits in my mouth again before shoving his dick down my throat. I gag, tears in my eyes, but the sound just makes him thrust harder. Guh! Guh! This is it. This is my home now.