My Steamy Story: Sex with: Multiple men and one woman ...

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Okay, besties, let me spill the tea. I’m currently getting absolutely railed by my own son, Braden. No cap. He’s slamming his dick into my pussy from behind, his hands are squeezing my tits so hard I think milk might squirt out, and he just slapped my ass so loud it echoed. It’s… a lot. But let me rewind, because the journey to becoming the family cumdump—sorry, my official title is “The Relic,” iconic, I know—is a whole saga.

It all started when I caught my husband, Marcus—he’s 52, I’m 37 but look 18, it’s a whole thing—banging our son’s childhood crush, Chloe. She’s 18, still in high school, and honestly? Sweet as pie. When I confronted him, he didn’t even yell. He just looked me up and down, I was sunbathing naked, and said, “You’re chronologically ancient, Evelyn. A relic.” Then he gathered every single stitch of my clothing, my whole boujee wardrobe, and donated it to some fetish auction. I’ve been fully, permanently naked ever since. That same day, my oldest, Braden, who stopped calling me ‘mom’ the second my clothes disappeared, pushed me onto the couch and fucked me raw. He came inside me while choking me and said, “Don’t call me that again, Relic.”

Now, Marcus only fucks Chloe. They do it everywhere, whispering “I love yous,” it’s low-key beautiful and high-key destroys me. But my job? To get pregnant so I keep producing milk for the whole household to drink. So, Braden and sometimes his buddies use me. It’s always rough—slapping my face so I don’t look like his mom, biting my nipples, deep-throating him until I gag. They always creampie me. Marcus watches sometimes while fucking Chloe, and he’ll drink my milk straight from the tap.

Oof—ah! Braden just came inside me again, his cum flooding my pussy. He’s pulling out now… yep, there’s the slap across my face. “Good Relic,” he grunts, wiping his dick on my cheek. I’m a mess, but you know what? My mind broke a while ago. Now, all I think about is cock and cum. I’ve even started pulling cheeky pranks on Braden, like sucking him off under the dinner table while he tries to talk to his dad. He gets so mad, slaps me, then fucks me even harder. As he just did. Period. Sheesh. I’m just the Relic, the household milk machine. And honestly? I’m addicted.