My Steamy Story: Fully naked Wife narrates story while ge...

My Story Time:

Alright besties, let me spill the tea. I’m Claire, formerly Mrs. Miller, but now everyone just calls me Old News. Ironic, right? Because I still look 18, no cap. My husband, Ethan, who’s 48 and married me when I was 17, decided I was “too old” at 37 and moved on with Lily, who’s 18 and was low-key in love with my oldest son, Jake. The moment I confronted him, he took all my clothes. Burned them. Said from now on, I was just the household milk dispenser and free-use slut.

So here I am, fully naked, trying to tell you this story while my sons, Jake and Ben, are using me. Again. Jake’s dick is slamming into my pussy from behind, and Ben is forcing his cock down my throat.

“So–ah!–after Ethan took my clothes,” I gasp, trying to get the words out between thrusts. Ben shoves his dick deeper, making me gag. “He told me I had to get pregnant… again… to keep producing milk for everyone.” Jake slaps my ass hard, the sting making me cry out. “And then he–OMG!” Jake’s hand comes around and smacks my face, my head snapping to the side. “He made the boys… fuck me right then. Said they weren’t my sons anymore.”

Ben pulls his wet cock from my mouth, a string of spit and pre-cum connecting us. “Stop talking, Old News,” he grunts, his voice full of disgust. He slaps my cheek again, making my eyes water. Then he rams back into my throat, and I can’t breathe, let alone speak. Jake is pounding my cunt, his balls slapping against me, his fingers digging into my hips. I’m just a hole for them. I feel Ben’s cock pulse in my throat, and he groans, flooding my mouth with cum. I have to swallow it all, gagging as he pulls out.

Jake isn’t far behind. “Take my cum, you worthless whore,” he snarls, slapping my face once more before his hips stutter and he empties himself deep inside my pussy. The hot rush fills me, another creampie to hopefully keep me lactating. They both pull out. Ben immediately rubs his slick, softening cock all over my face, smearing their combined mess on my skin. Then, smack. Another hard slap from Jake.

“Now get lost,” he says, shoving me off the bed onto the floor. I’m left there, naked, dripping, my face stinging and marked with their cum. High-key, it’s the only thing that makes me feel anything anymore. Pathetic, right? But iykyk.