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Alright, bestie, let me spill the tea on how my life became the definition of main character energy in the worst way possible. So, I’m Evelyn Sinclair, 37, looking 18 on a good day, baby-faced AF. My husband, Robert, 58, is a whole CEO. We met when I was, like, 17 and he was already bougie. Anyway, I gave birth to our first son, Liam, when I was 19, so do the math. The irony? Not lost on me.

The vibe shifted when Chloe, this sweet 18-year-old strawberry blonde my son was low-key in love with, moved in. Robert decided her youth was just… better. He caught me confronting him and was like, “You’re too old, Evelyn.” The AUDACITY, since I’m literally tighter than some of his spreadsheets. He made me strip right there in our foyer. My ivory silk dress, my heels—everything. He donated it all to his business buddies, texting me pics of them jerking off with my underwear wrapped around their dicks. I was shook.

My new title? The Relic. That’s what everyone calls me now. Even my boys. “Bring me a drink, Relic.” I’m always naked, my pussy constantly dripping onto the marble floors because no one touches me. Robert and Chloe fuck everywhere—the kitchen island, the living room rug—and I just have to scrub around them. My only “job” is to relieve my sons’… frustrations. The first time I knelt in the shower for Liam, he was so taken aback. But he grabbed my hair, forced his dick into my mouth, and came down my throat. Then he pulled my head back, made me open up, and hocked a thick, disgusting loogie right into my mouth. I choked, swallowing it all, and he slapped my face. “Good Relic,” he said. It was the closest I’d get to a kiss.

Weeks of this. My breaking point was a “private party” Robert threw. Some of those same men with my clothes showed up. One shoved my lavender lace panties in my face, still crusty, before bending me over the pool table. He rammed his cock into my cunt, no warm-up, grunting about how “loose” this old Relic was. Another came to my face, making me suck him off while the first one creampied me deep. I just took it, the humiliation mixing with a sick, building need. After Robert divorced me, taking everything, the dam broke. Now? I’m addicted. I’ll prank Liam by stroking his dick while he’s gaming, just to see his angry face before he slams me against the wall and fucks me rough. I moan when they spit in my mouth now; it’s my version of kissing.

The compromise? Chloe’s pregnant. So am I—no clue which of the many guys is the dad. Robert and I are amicable now. The other day, he playfully slapped my ass, leaned in, and spat right into my open, waiting mouth. I swallowed and laughed. “What can I say? This Relic’s got staying power.” He actually smiled. So, yeah. I’m the naked, pregnant Relic, the family cumdump, and honestly? I’m just happy to still be part of the family. Sheesh.