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

My Story Time:

(Narrative from the Wife's perspective, using her chosen degrading title: "The Relic.")

Okay, bestie, so picture this. I'm at this boujee-ass family game night, right? Totally naked, as per fucking usual. My ex, Gregory—that's my 62-year-old husband, I mean, ex-husband—is cuddled up with Chloe, his 18-year-old girlfriend. I'm over here trying to explain to my daughter, Cassandra, how I went from being her mom to being the household's free-use Relic. Spilling the tea while her friend, this new guy Brandon, is staring at my leaking pussy like it's a damn water feature.

So, I was like, "Cass, it all started when I caught your dad balls-deep in Chloe, who, ICYMI, was supposed to be your brother Ethan's soulmate. Total main character betrayal energy."

Just then, Ethan—my 18-year-old son—walks up from behind me. He doesn't say a word. One hand grabs my tit, his fingers pinching my nipple hard. Aah! A sharp sting, and then I feel the warm trickle of my breast milk leaking out. He squeezes it right into a glass on the coffee table. "Don't stop, Relic," he grunts. "Tell him how Daddy took all your pretty clothes and burned them after he said you were too old."

I'm trying to keep going, my voice shaky. "So Gregory… he made me strip. Said my 37-year-old ass was a 'relic' and I should look the part." I feel Brandon's eyes drop from my face to my tits, then lower. My cunt is literally dripping onto the rug just from the humiliation. Ethan slaps my ass—crack—and I gasp. "Aah! Fuck!"

"And then," I continue, forcing a smile, "your brother and his friends decided this relic needed to be… serviced. To keep the milk flowing." I look right at Ethan. "Isn't that right, you little motherfucker?"

SMACK. His open palm connects with my cheek. My head whips to the side. "Aah! O-Okay, okay!" I sputter, my face stinging. I can feel the thick, salty glob of spit he'd been collecting hit my tongue. I have to swallow it, gagging a little.

He leans in, his cock already hard against my back. "Finish your story, Relic. Then you're meeting me in the garage. I'm gonna hate-fuck that used-up pussy until you can't walk."

I look back at Brandon, whose dick is visibly tenting his pants. My own daughter, Cass, just smirks and takes a sip from the glass of my milk. "See?" she says to him. "That's what happens when you get old. Don't end up like the Relic."

Ethan's fingers dig into my hips. I can feel the head of his cock nudging against my soaked entrance. I let out a shaky moan. "Mmm… so, yeah. That's the tea. Now if you'll excuse me…" I push my ass back against him, feeling him sink inside me in one brutal thrust. "OH, GOD! …I have a prior engagement."

His hands wrap around my throat as he starts to pound into me, right there in the living room. Gregory and Chloe don't even look over from their board game. I'm just the Relic. And honestly? I'm finally, blissfully, addicted.