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

My Story Time:

Okay, so, you want me to spill the tea on how I, Elara Vance, ended up as the household’s permanent free-use party favor—the “Old Slag.” No cap, it’s a whole journey. It all started when I caught my husband, Gregory—he’s 62, btw, and I’m 37 but look 18, go figure—banging my son’s childhood sweetheart, Chloe. The irony, right? I’d been jokingly calling her my future daughter-in-law for years.

When I confronted him, he just… looked at my still-youthful body and was like, “You’re too old, Elara. Time to retire the clothes.” And just like that, he had my entire wardrobe, all my iconic dresses and heels, donated to his creepy friends. I was left standing there, fully naked, my pussy already leaking just from the shock and humiliation. And that’s when my own sons, Marcus and Liam, stopped seeing me as their mom.

I swear, it was maybe five minutes after I was stripped that Marcus—Aah! Fuck, sorry, bestie, Liam just grabbed my hair and shoved his cock down my throat. He’s spitting in my mouth, and I’m choking on it… Mmm… gotta swallow… He hates when I spill.

So yeah, where was I? Right. Marcus and Liam started using me that same night. At first, I tried to hold in my moans, but they’d slap my face with each thrust until I screamed. They’d bite my nipples while fucking me, drinking my breast milk right from the tap—said it was refreshing. Gregory just watched, fucking Chloe on the couch, telling them to breed me good so I’d keep producing milk for the whole house.

Ooh! Oof, Marcus just came deep in my cunt. He’s pulling out and—Aah!—slapping my ass so hard. “That’s for being an old slag,” he says. Iconic. Anyway, after a few of Gregory’s private gangbang parties where I was just a free-use hole for all his friends… my mind kinda broke. In a good way? I got addicted. I can’t stand a single second without a dick inside me now.

So now, here I am at a totally non-sexual family gathering, telling you this story while my daughter, Sophia, painfully twists my nipple to squeeze my milk into a glass for her to drink. My son’s friend just slid his hand between my legs and is finger-fucking my dripping pussy, and my other son, Liam, is bragging about how many times he’s creampied me this week.

“Meet me in the garage after this, Slag,” Liam whispers, then gives my ass a sharp slap. Aah!

I just laugh and call him a motherfucker—it’s our little inside joke. He smacks my face for it, of course. But period, it’s the truth. I’m their mother, and they fuck me. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I see the next guest arriving, and my cunt is literally aching for a cock. This Old Slag has needs.