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My name’s Melissa Harper, but no one calls me that anymore. Not since my husband, Thomas, who’s 52 to my 37, caught me crying about his affair with Chloe, our son Liam’s childhood sweetheart. He looked at me, this man I married at 18 when he was 33, and said, “You’re chronologically ancient, Melissa. A used-up relic.” Then he took every stitch of my clothing—I was sunbathing naked in the backyard—and burned them in the fire pit. Just like that, I became ‘Relic.’ The kids, my own sons Liam and Noah, they stopped calling me Mom that same afternoon.

The first time they used me was minutes after the fire died down. I was sobbing, completely exposed, when Liam, my 19-year-old, just walked up and slapped me across the face. “Shut up, Relic,” he snarled, his voice thick with disgust. He shoved me onto the grass, and Noah, 17, held my arms down. I fought, bestie, I fought so hard. But Liam just spat, “Dad says you need to be pregnant. For the milk.” And then he was inside me, his cock tearing into my pussy with no warning, no lube, just pure, hateful friction. Noah watched, then took his turn, biting my nipples until I screamed, the pain a sharp counterpoint to the brutal, rhythmic pounding. They both came inside me, filling me up, and when they were done, Liam wiped his dick on my cheek, smearing his cum, then slapped me again. “Don’t look at me, Relic.”

That was the start. Now, my mind… it’s broken. But in a good way? Like, the only thing that feels real anymore is the slap of skin, the choke of a cock in my throat, the burn of a creampie. I’m addicted, no cap. So now I pull pranks. Like today, Liam was giving a presentation to some of Thomas’s business associates in the living room. I waited until he was mid-sentence, talking about quarterly projections, then I crawled under the glass table, fully naked and still dripping from when Noah used me an hour before. I took his soft cock into my mouth right there. The whole room went silent. Liam’s voice hitched. “As you can see—fuck—the assets are…” I sucked him hard, my tongue swirling, until he was rock solid, straining against his slacks. I looked up and winked. He lost it. Slapped me so hard my vision blurred, dragged me by the hair into the hall, and fucked me against the wall, his cock slamming into my cunt while he choked me. “You stupid fucking Relic,” he grunted, his hips pistoning. I came around him, my moans loud and shameless. When he finished, pumping his load deep inside my womb, he pulled out, rubbed his slick dick all over my face, marking me, then slapped me once more for good measure. “That’s for humiliating me, you thirsty slut.”

Later, I’ll beg to sleep in his bed for warmth. He’ll fuck me again until we pass out, his cock still nestled inside me as a reminder. And I’ll love every degrading second of it. Period.