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

My Story Time:

Alright, besties, spill the tea time, no cap. My name’s Chloe, but everyone just calls me "Old News." Iconic, right? I’m 37, but I look like a fucking CO-ED, and right now, I’m literally bent over the kitchen island at a "family game night" while my eldest, Brandon—don’t call him my son, he’s just Brandon—is telling Mr. Henderson, our neighbor, all about how he’s creampied me three times this week.

Oof, Mr. Henderson’s hand just slid between my thighs from behind, his thick fingers rubbing my soaked cunt. Sheesh, I’m leaking AF just from the humiliation. Not a single dick inside me for a whole ten minutes and I’m already vibrating.

"So, yeah," I gasp out, trying to keep my story straight as Mr. Henderson pinches my clit. "Husband—I mean, David—caught me crying about him and sweet little Emily. He was like, 'You're Old News, babe. Time to retire the clothes.' And then he just... yeeted my entire wardrobe."

Aah! Fuck! Brandon just reached around and slapped my ass so hard my eyes watered. "Stop calling him 'David', Old News," he grunts in my ear. "He's Dad to you now." His other hand twists my nipple, hard, and a thin stream of milk shoots out onto the granite. Mr. Henderson leans down and slurps it right up, biting the tip. The pain is so good it makes my pussy clench around nothing.

"Anyway," I moan, my head getting fuzzy. "David—sorry, Dad—said I had to keep making milk for the house. So Brandon here and his brother... they started... using me." I can’t even finish because Brandon shoves two fingers deep into my cunt, curling them. "Oh, god, yes... they’d slap me, choke me, spit in my mouth... and I hated it so much until... until I didn’t."

I’m shuddering, my juices dripping down Mr. Henderson’s wrist. He chuckles. "Heard you love it now, Old News. Can't go a second without a cock in you."

"Bet," I whimper, pushing back against his hand. "It's true. I'm their personal milk carton and fuck-toy. And you know what I call Brandon when he’s pounding me?"

Brandon’s hand leaves my pussy and cracks across my cheek. Aah! The sting is electric. "Don't you say it," he warns, but he’s rock hard, I can feel him pressing against my back.

I grin through the tears. "I call him a motherfucker." Another slap, this one makes my ears ring. "Because he is!" I laugh, high and desperate. "The tiny dick I pushed out of this womb is now big enough to breed me full of his little siblings. Period."

Mr. Henderson is undoing his pants. "After this, Old News, my place. I need some of that milk straight from the tap." Brandon just nods, pulling my hips back. "She’ll be there. Now shut up and take this dick."

The blunt head of Brandon’s cock presses against my entrance and I sob with relief. Finally. He rams into me in one brutal thrust, and my world whites out. Story time’s over. I’m home.