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

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie. So, spill the tea, right? I'm, like, completely naked, obviously. They call me the 'Hag' now. I know, I know – the irony, AF. I look 18 on a bad day. But here I am, at a family game night at my ex, Robert's, house. He's, like, 62, and I'm 37, but no cap, I look younger than his new girl, Chloe, who's literally 18. Iconic.

So, I'm telling this new guy, Mark, how it all went down. Robert caught me crying over him and Chloe fucking in our old bedroom. He was like, "You're a hag, Evelyn. Too old." Then he just… took everything. My clothes, my name, everything. Burned it all.

I'm mid-sentence, and my son, Jason—oof—his hand just lands on my ass, hard. "Keep talking, Hag," he says, giving my cheek a rough squeeze. My pussy is, like, dripping. I haven't had a dick in me for a whole hour, and I'm shaking for it.

"So," I continue, trying to ignore how Jason's fingers are sliding between my ass cheeks, "Robert told me if I wanted to stay, I had to be useful. Make milk. Get pregnant. So he let Jason and his friends…" Jason pinches my nipple, hard, twisting it. "Ah! Fuck… he let them use me."

Mark is just staring, his eyes glued to my tits. Jason leans down and bites my other nipple, sucking hard. I can feel my milk letting down, and he drinks it right from the tap, no cap. "Tastes fine for a hag," he grunts, standing up. He slaps my ass again. "Meet me in my room after this. Don't be late." Then he just walks off to get more chips.

My daughter, Ashley, smirks from the couch. She's in a tiny miniskirt and heels. "You hear that, Hag? You're on the clock. That's how you end up when you're old and used up." She says it loud, for Mark's benefit. "Gotta lock down a good guy young and be his personal slut forever, or you'll be the household milk cow like her."

I just laugh, low-key. My cunt is throbbing. "She's not wrong," I tell Mark, shifting so my thighs press together. "I'm so addicted to it now. I can't stand a single second without a cock stretching me out, filling me up. Jason's dick… fuck, it's so good when he's angry. He fucks me so rough, chokes me, slaps me until I scream."

I reach down and slide two fingers into my soaked pussy, moaning right there in the living room. "See? I'm leaking just thinking about it. I need it. I'm nothing without a load in me or my tits being sucked dry."

Mark looks like he's finna explode. I wink at him. "Anyway, that's the tea. Now, if you'll excuse me," I say, pulling my fingers out with a wet sound, "I have a date with a motherfucker." I say it loud, grinning.

From across the room, Jason's head whips around. Next thing I know, his palm cracks against my face. "I told you not to call me that, Hag," he snarls, pulling me up by my hair.

"Sorry, sorry!" I gasp, but I'm smiling. He drags me towards the hallway as I call back to Mark, "And that's how the Hag gets her fix! Period!"

The last thing I see is Chloe giving me a sad, sympathetic little smile from where she's cuddled with Robert. Then Jason shoves me into his room, and his belt is already unbuckled. My story time is over. Time for the main event.