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

My Story Time:

Alright, so it's me, Amber. And OMG, besties, you will not believe the tea I'm about to spill. So, there I was at a totally chill family game night, right? Just me, my ex, his new girl Chloe, and my son, Ethan. And I'm just… completely naked. As per fucking usual.

So Ethan's friend, Mark, is here, and he's looking at me all wide-eyed, like 'what the actual fuck?' And I'm just trying to explain. "So yeah," I start, leaning against the kitchen island, feeling my pussy just dripping onto the tile floor. "It all started when my husband, Richard – he's 62, by the way, total DILF energy – caught me crying over him fucking Chloe in our bed."

Just then, my daughter, Ashley, walks by and pinches my nipple so hard I gasp. "Ahh! Fuck, Ash!" Milk immediately beads at the tip. She just gives me this icy look and squeezes my breast over a glass, filling it with my milk. "Don't call me that, Relic," she says, using my new name. "You're just the house milk-cow now. Drink up, Mark." She hands him the glass.

So I'm trying to continue, my tits aching. "So Richard told me I was 'too old' at 37, even though I still look 18, no cap. Said if I wanted to stay, I had to be useful. And then he took all my clothes and burned them. Iconic, right?"

Ethan, my own son, saunters up behind me and slaps my ass so hard it echoes. "Aah!" I yelp, stumbling forward. "Tell him how many times I've filled your cunt this week, Relic." He's bragging to Mark, his hand sliding between my legs, two fingers pushing into my soaking wet pussy. I moan, "Mmm… lost count, motherfucker." The second the word leaves my lips, his other hand cracks across my cheek. "Ahh! I mean… Ethan."

My face stings, but my cunt clenches around his fingers. I'm so fucking addicted to this. I look at Mark, whose dick is visibly hard in his jeans. "The point is," I breathe, Ethan now biting my other nipple, sucking the milk out straight from the tap, "now I can't go a second without a cock in me. It's a whole thing."

Ethan pulls his fingers out, shiny with my juices, and wipes them on my face. "See you in my room after this, Relic. Don't be late." He slaps my ass again and walks away.

I turn back to Mark, licking my lips. "So… yeah. That's the story. You wanna be next?" My hand goes to his zipper. "I'm always open for business."