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

My Story Time:

Alright, bestie? Strap in. Or, I guess, I’m the one strapped in. Literally. By my own son, Ethan, who's currently pounding into me from behind so hard I can barely think. No cap, this is my life now. Let me spill the tea while I try to remember how to form words.

So, I'm Chloe. Was Chloe Harrington, now just… ‘Wilted Petal’. Yeah. That’s the degrading title my husband, Marcus—he’s like, 52, I’m 37 but look 18, go figure—came up with after I caught him fucking my son’s childhood sweetheart, Lily. Lily’s 18, fresh out of high school, and the love of my son Ethan’s life. Iconic, right? Marcus said I was “chronologically too old,” a “wilted flower,” then took every stitch of my clothes while I was showering and burned them. Said, “Your only purpose now is to be a vessel. For milk, and for seed.”

So here I am. Fully, permanently naked. ‘Wilted Petal’ to everyone, even my kids. Ethan stopped calling me ‘mom’ the second my robe hit the flames. He was the first to use me. Marcus just watched, his dick in Lily’s mouth, while Ethan slapped me across the face, choked me, and shoved his cock into my pussy. I tried not to moan, but the slap made me gasp and he just… Oof! Sorry, Ethan just bit my nipple hard, drinking the milk. Yeah, I’m still lactating from our toddler. Now the whole household drinks from me. Like a human juice box.

Marcus makes me have sex with other men too, to get pregnant again, to keep the milk flowing. He divorced me out of “disgust” for being a slut… Ah! …even though he ordered it. The irony is not lost on me, but honestly? After so many gangbangs at his private parties, getting spit-roasted, throat-fucked until I swallow cum, and taking load after load in my cunt… my mind kinda broke. In a good way? Now I’m just… addicted. I need a dick inside me, getting slapped, feeling that burn. It’s all I think about.

So now, I pull pranks. Like today, I found Ethan giving a serious speech to some of Marcus’s business associates in the living room. I crawled under the table, fully naked and still dripping from being used by the gardener earlier, and started sucking his cock while he talked. His voice cracked so bad. He tried to stay composed, but I deep-throated him and he just… snapped. Slapped me right there, dragged me out by my hair, and fucked me rough against the wall. Yes! Just like that! He’s choking me now, his cock slamming into my g-spot. I’m gonna cum… I’m cumming!

After he finishes, he’ll cum inside me—gotta keep me bred—then wipe his dick on my face and slap me again. And I’ll just smile, because as his mother, I’m just… taking care of his needs. Period. Sheesh. What a mess. But god, does it feel good.