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Alright, bestie, spill the tea? Grab a drink, because this is the most unhinged, high-key deranged glow up… or glow down? You tell me. So, I'm Marnie. Yes, that Marnie. The one everyone in town just calls "The Relic" now. Period. No cap.

So here I am, 37, looking like I just walked out of a freshman dorm, right? But I'm at this family BBQ, totally naked, my pussy is literally dripping down my thigh because it’s been, like, five whole minutes without a dick in me. Oof. My son, Brandon—don't call him my son, he'd slap me—is behind me telling his buddy about how he "broke the old Relic in" last week. And I'm just like, "Yep, that's the tea!"

So, how’d I get here? Iconic story. Married my husband, Robert, when I was 18 and he was 48. Drip was immaculate, bestie. We had three kids. Fast forward, I catch him with our family friend, Chloe—she's 18, still in high school, and she used to have the biggest crush on my eldest, Brandon. The betrayal was… a lot.

Robert’s like, “You’re ancient, Marnie. A relic.” And then he took all my clothes. Every. Last. Stitch. Burned them. Said if I wanted to stay under his roof, this was my new fit. And then he told Brandon and his friends to… ugh, to use me. To get me pregnant so my tits would keep making milk for the house. The audacity, but also… sheesh.

So Brandon, he didn't see his mom anymore. Just a naked slut. The first time he fucked me, he slapped me so hard I saw stars to make me moan. And he’d spit right in my mouth while his dick was pounding my cunt. I hated it. Until… I didn’t. Until my brain just broke and I got addicted to the rough stuff. Now? I can’t go a second without a cock stretching me open. It’s all I think about.

So now, at gatherings like this, I’m the party favor. Someone’s always got a hand on my tit, squeezing my nipple into a glass for my milk, or smacking my ass while they joke about how many times they’ve creampied me. Like right now, Brandon’s friend, Jake, is twisting my other nipple so hard—Aah!—and my daughter, Ashley, is telling me to shut up and pour her more lemonade. She says she’s learning from my example to marry young and be a good little slut forever so she doesn’t end up the household Relic like me. Big yikes, but she’s not wrong.

Anyway, Brandon just finished bragging and he smacks my ass. “See you in the garage after this, Relic. Don’t be late.” And my pussy just gushes at that. Because I will be there. I need it. I’m just a thirsty, broken Relic, and their cocks are the only thing that make sense anymore. The end. Slay, I guess?