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Story Title: The Relic

Okay, bestie, so you're probably wondering how I ended up like this. No cap, it's a whole saga. My name is Chloe Sterling. I was Mrs. Sterling, the iconic 37-year-old housewife who looked 18, married to my 63-year-old sugar daddy, Victor Sterling. Iconic, right? We had it all. Our son, Liam, is 18, and my favorite thing was teasing his teenage hormones. I’d be like, ‘Looking thirsty, Liam! Need mommy to fix you a drink?’ And his angry face? Sheesh. A whole mood.

But then I caught Victor fucking my… our… his new girl, Emily. She’s 18. Sweet kid, actually. Grew up with Liam. They had a whole unspoken love thing, but she chose my husband. Betrayal? High-key. But the real plot twist was when Victor, calmly, told me I was ‘too old.’ ME. Looking like this. He said, ‘Strip, Chloe. Everything.’ And just like that, all my clothes—my dresses, my iconic heels—were gone. Donated to his creepy associates to jerk off into. My four-seat sports car? Yeeted to the stratosphere. I was just… naked.

And that’s when I got my new name. My title. I’m no longer Chloe, or Mom. To everyone in this house, even my own kids, I’m just… The Relic. Oof. A used-up thing from the past.

So, here I am now, at a family game night. Totally naked, my pussy is just… dripping. I can’t stand a single second without a cock inside me anymore, it’s like an addiction. My son, Liam, is right behind me on the couch, his dick buried so deep in my cunt I can feel it in my throat. His friend, Mark, is in front, fucking my mouth. Spit-roast realness.

“So, yeah,” I gasp, trying to keep telling you this story as Liam’s hips slam into me. “After Victor took my clothes, he let Liam and his friends… Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm!” I have to pause because Mark is shoving his cock down my throat, and I’m gagging, swallowing around him. “Sorry, had to finish sucking him off. Anyway, they started hate-fucking me. Rough. Slapping me, spitting in my mouth… and I hated it at first. But then… Aah! Aah!”

Liam just slapped my ass hard, his handprint burning on my skin. “Stop talking, Relic,” he grunts, pounding into me harder. “Just take your fucking.”

But I can’t stop. The story’s too good. “But then my mind just… broke. And now? Ooh, fuck yes, right there! Now, I live for this. I crave it. I pull little pranks on Liam just to make him angry enough to fuck me like this.”

One of my daughters, Sophia, walks by and pinches my nipple hard, twisting it. A stream of my breast milk squirts out. “Ugh, Relic, you’re leaking on the couch again,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Maybe if you weren’t such a used-up slut, Dad would still want you. This is why I’m getting married right after high school. I’m not ending up an old Relic like you.”

Liam leans down, his breath hot on my ear. “You hear that? You’re just a lesson for them. A warning.” He pulls my head back by my hair. “Open.” I do, and he hocks a thick, nasty loogie right into my open mouth. I choke, trying to swallow it all, but a little drips down my chin. “Aah!” He slaps my face for spilling it. “Disgusting.”

He’s pounding into me so hard now, I’m seeing stars. “I’m gonna cum!” I scream, my body convulsing around his dick. “Fill me up, you motherfucker!”

That does it. He snarls, slaps my face again, and I feel his hot cum flooding my pussy as he grunts, pumping his load deep inside to breed me again. As soon as he pulls out, he rubs his slick, cum-dripping cock all over my face, marking me. Then, with one final, brutal slap that makes my ears ring, he shoves me off the couch onto the floor.

I lie there, a naked, cum-filled, bruised mess on the rug, catching my breath. I look over at Victor and Emily cuddling lovingly on the armchair. He catches my eye and gives me a friendly wink before making a jerk-off motion in my direction. I laugh, a wet, choked sound. “Hey, at least this old Relic still works, right?” I joke, embracing my title.

My daughter just scoffs. “Pathetic.”

And honestly? She’s right. But this pathetic, used-up feeling? It’s the only thing that makes me feel alive anymore. Period.

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