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Okay, so you wanna know how I ended up like this? Mmmph… right… Just… give me a sec. Aah! Fuck, Lucas, not so hard—oh god, yes, right there. Okay, so, spill the tea, bestie. My name’s Chloe. Chloe Finch. Was Chloe Archer. My husband—ex-husband—is Robert Archer. He’s 58. I’m 37, but like, I still look 18, no cap. Iconic, right? Not to him. He said I was “too old.” Can you fucking believe that? Ooh! Aaah! Sorry, my son Mark just… yeah… he’s fucking me from behind while I’m trying to talk to you. It’s fine, it’s… Mmh Mmh Mmh Mmh… shit, I had to suck his brother Jason off for a sec. He gets pissy if I ignore him. Where was I?

Right. Robert. He was fucking this girl, Elara Vance. She’s 18. Was my son Mark’s childhood crush. I used to call her my future daughter-in-law as a joke. Big yikes. I walked in on them in our bed. Robert didn’t even get mad. He just… looked at my body and said, “You’re obsolete, Chloe. Time to retire the uniform.” And he made me strip. Everything. My clothes? Donated. My name? Gone. He calls me… ugh… “The Relic.” Aah! See? Mark just slapped me for saying it. It’s my name now. To everyone. Even Elara has to call me that, though she mouths ‘sorry’ when she moans Robert’s name while he’s fucking her right in front of me. They’re in love. It’s a whole vibe. I’m just… this.

After I was naked, Robert told the boys—Mark and Jason—that I was theirs to use. To breed. So I’d keep making milk. I was still nursing our toddler, Lily. So, like, minutes after I was bare, Jason pushed me against the wall and… Aah! Fuck! Yes, just like that, Jason, don’t stop… I’m gonna… I’m cumming! Oh, GOD!

…Okay. Sorry. He came inside me. They always do. Creampie. Every time. Robert’s orders. Gotta stay pregnant. Gotta make milk. So now, everyone drinks from me. My sons suck my tits dry while they fuck me. My daughters, Sophia and Grace, they twist my nipples ‘til I cry and pour my milk into their lattes. They call me Relic and slap my cunt to remind me I’m just a household appliance. Robert divorced me out of “disgust” for fucking other men. The irony is chef’s kiss.

But, okay, plot twist? After months of this… my mind kinda broke. In a good way? I’m so fucking addicted to this. To the slaps, the choking, the feeling of a cock—any cock—ramming into my pussy or my throat. I need it. So now, I lean into it. I prank the boys. I’ll drop under the dinner table and start sucking Jason off while he’s trying to talk stocks with his dad. He has to stay composed, but his dick gets so hard in my mouth. Later, he slaps my face, fucks me raw, and after he cums, he wipes his dick on my cheek and slaps me again. I just laugh and call him a motherfucker. I mean, he is, right? It’s an inside joke.

Elara’s pregnant now. Robert’s baby. So am I. Probably Mark’s. We have that pregnant-lady camaraderie. She even got Robert to let me join movie nights. I sit there naked, my belly round, and someone’s always groping my tits for a drink or slapping my ass. They’ll joke about how many times they’ve filled me up, and I’ll clap back with, “What can I say? This Relic’s got great mileage.” It gets a laugh. Even from Robert. We’re… cool now. Like friends. He just fucks his teenage girlfriend and lets his sons use me as their personal cum dump. It’s my role. I’m The Relic. And honestly? Ooh… oh fuck, Mark, I’m gonna cum again… YES! Fill me up! Mmmh… yeah… I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now, who’s next? You look thirsty. Come here. My pussy’s always open, and my milk’s fresh.