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

My Story Time:

Look, okay, let me spill the tea, but just… Aah! Fuck, sorry, my son Liam’s dick is just… Mmm, mmm, mmm… pounding my pussy from behind while I try to talk to you. See? This is my life now. I’m Cassandra Vance, 37, former housewife, current… Ooh, yes, right there… “Household Relief.”

That’s my title now. Not wife, not mistress. Relief. Like a public toilet. And Liam, my 18-year-old, is making sure I remember it. He just grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanked my head back and ptui—spat right in my open mouth. “Keep talking, Relief,” he grunts, his hips slamming into me. “Tell him how you got Daddy to sell your Porsche just so you could walk your bare ass to the grocery store and get railed by the butcher in the stock room.”

He’s not wrong. I discovered my husband, Robert—he’s 62, by the way, a whole CEO—was fucking our sweet neighbor, Elara. She’s 18, hairless and kind, literally brought me a blanket the day Robert stripped me naked. Now she’s pregnant with his baby in his bed, and I’m… this. A free-use cunt for any man Robert allows, especially my own sons. My pussy is always wet, aching for a cock, any cock, because the rough stuff… god, it’s all I crave now.

My daughter, Sophia, is over there with Elara. She just snapped her fingers at me. “Hurry up and finish your story, Relief. The guests are waiting for their glasses of milk.” See? They’re learning from my example. Don’t end up the old, used-up Relief. Be the youthful slut.

SMACK! Liam’s hand cracks across my ass cheek, stinging like fire. “You called me a motherfucker again, didn’t you?” he growls, his thrusts getting frantic. I can feel his balls slapping against my clit. I’m gonna… I’m gonna…

“Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!” I scream, my back arching as my pussy clenches around his cock. He grunts, pumps his load deep inside me, then pulls out, wipes his still-dripping dick across my face, and delivers a final, sharp slap to my cheek. I gasp, stumbling.

Robert walks by, chuckles, and hocks a loogie that lands on my tongue. “Looking good for an old Relief, Cass.” I swallow it, laughing breathlessly. “You know it, old man. This Relief’s always open for business.” And as Liam drags me off to get my tits squeezed for the next round of milk, I can’t help but smile. This is so fucked up. And I’m high-key addicted.