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

My Story Time:

Alright, besties, spill the tea? My name’s Chloe, but y’all know me as “The Relic” now. Oof, right? Total main character energy, but not the good kind. So, I’m 37, look 18, no cap, and I’m… Aah!… telling this story while my son, Jason, is currently balls-deep in my pussy from behind. His brother, Kyle, just finished in my throat, so my mouth’s full of his cum. High-key, I need it. Can’t stand a second without a cock inside me anymore.

So, my ex-husband, Richard—he’s like 60, iconically a simp for my 18-year-old “replacement,” Elara—he took all my clothes after I caught them. Said I was “too old.” The absolute irony, sheesh. He burned my favorite dress and was like, “You’re just The Relic now. Get the boys to breed you so we have milk.”

And that’s how I ended up here, on all fours, Jason’s dick pounding my cunt raw. Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm! Sorry, had to swallow Kyle’s load. He just slapped my face for almost spilling. Rude. Anyway, the boys stopped calling me mom that day. Jason slapped me, called me Relic, and fucked me right on the living room floor. I hated it at first, but now? Ooh, yes! Just like that, Jason!

God, I’m so addicted. My pussy is literally always dripping, thinking about the next dick. Even now, at a “family game night,” I’m just the naked Relic getting groped. Elara’s so sweet, she convinced Richard to let me be part of things again. So now, while he and Elara cuddle, his friends grab my tits, drink my milk straight from the tap, and slap my ass. Jason just whispered he’s gonna choke me out in his room later. Can’t wait. I’m such a slut for it.

My daughter, Madison, is here too. She just pinched my nipple hard and said, “This is how you end up if you’re not a good youthful slut for your future husband, Relic.” Period. She’s learning.

Anyway, that’s the tea. I’m just the household’s pregnant, milk-dispensing, free-use Relic. And honestly? OMG, I’m gonna cum! Jason, don’t stop! Fill me up! YES!

…Aah! Sheesh. Okay, he’s done. And there’s the final slap to the face. Bet. Story time over. Who’s next?