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

My Story Time:

(Sounds of a sharp SLAP, followed by a low moan) Oof, okay, okay…sheesh. Let me start from the beginning, bestie. I’m…oh, god…I’m Lily. Or, I was. Now everyone, including my own kids, just calls me the Hag. No cap. It’s…ah!…ironic AF because I still look 18, but my ex-husband, Marcus—he’s 52, by the way, we met when I was 16—said I was “chronologically too old” when he got caught fucking my son’s childhood crush, Chloe. She’s 18. Iconic, right?

So, Marcus took all my clothes. Every. Last. Stitch. Burned them. Told me my only use now was to get pregnant and make milk for the household. I’m already lactating from our toddler, so…guess I’m the family dairy cow. Period.

My sons, Jake and Ben…they stopped calling me Mom the second I was naked. (A gasp, then a wet, rhythmic sound) Mmph…they use me. Rough. Like, slap-my-face-while-they-ram-their-cocks-in-my-pussy rough. Choke me. Cum inside me every time. It’s to keep me bred, so my tits never dry up. The first time…seconds after Marcus stripped me, Jake pushed me onto the kitchen island and just…took me. No lube, just spit and hate. I tried not to moan, so he slapped me hard until I screamed.

Now? After so many of Marcus’s private parties where I’m just a gangbang sleeve for his friends…my mind broke. I’m addicted. I need it. So I pull pranks. Like last week, I found Jake giving a speech at a school board meeting for his little sister. I walked in, fully naked, milk leaking from my nipples, got under the podium, and started sucking his dick while he tried to talk about budget allocations. His voice cracked so bad. The audience was shook. Afterward, he dragged me to a janitor’s closet, slapped me, fucked my throat and my pussy raw, creampied both holes, then wiped his messy cock all over my face before slapping me again. “That’s for embarrassing me, Hag.”

Marcus just watches me get used while he fucks Chloe on the couch. They’re in love, it’s disgusting. He’s divorcing me because he’s “disgusted” I fuck other men…men he makes me fuck. The cognitive dissonance is a mood.

The only peace is when Chloe convinces him to be nice. We have movie nights. I sit there naked, my sons fondle my tits and drink my milk straight from the tap, they slap my ass and joke about how many times they’ve filled my womb, and I just…laugh along. Make a joke. “What’s the Hag’s favorite position?” I’ll say. “Any position that gets me pregnant so you all can have your breakfast milk.” It’s so dark, but we all chuckle. Even Marcus.

So yeah. That’s my tea. I’m the Hag. A pregnant, lactating, cock-addicted hag who’s best friends with her ex-husband and his teenage girlfriend. And right now? (A series of sharp, rapid slaps, her voice straining) Oh fuck, Ben’s finishing in my ass…yes…fill me up…use your Hag…just…just don’t stop…please…