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

My Story Time:

Alright, besties, buckle up because I’m about to spill the tea, and it’s piping hot. No cap, my life has become… a lot. Let me set the scene. I’m, uh, in the middle of something right now.

My name used to be Lily. Lily Finch. Now, everyone just calls me… The Relic.

Ooh, fuck, sorry. My son, Jason—he’s 19—just slammed his cock back into my pussy from behind. He’s not gentle. He never is. He’s got a handful of my hair, and his other hand is slapping my ass so hard it’s probably bright red. Says it’s so he doesn’t have to look at my face and remember I’m his mom. The irony is killing me, because I still look 18, period.

See, my husband, Robert—he’s 52, by the way, we met when I was 16—caught me crying about his affair with our neighbor’s daughter, Chloe. She’s 18. He just… looked at me, all calm, and was like, “You’re 37, Lily. You’re a relic. Too old.” Then he waited until I got out of the shower, took every stitch of clothing I owned—my cute little miniskirts, my boujee sandals—and donated it all. Said from now on, my “youthful body” was for display and utility only.

Agh! Jason, baby, not so deep! Sorry. So yeah, that was that. I’ve been fully naked ever since. Robert moved Chloe into our bedroom that night. I had to beg Jason to let me sleep in his bed for warmth. The deal was… this. Rough, abusive sex every night. He slaps my face, chokes me, fucks me raw, and always, always cums inside me. Says it’s to keep me pregnant so I keep producing milk for the house. I’m still nursing our toddler, so… my tits are always full.

Oh, god, I can feel him swelling… he’s gonna… yes! Yes, fill me up! Fuck!

…Okay. He just came. A huge, hot load flooding my cunt. He pulled out, rubbed his still-dripping cock all over my face to mark me, then slapped me hard. “Shut up, Relic,” he muttered, before pushing me off the bed.

So, that’s my life now. The Relic. Robert only fucks Chloe, but he lets Jason and his friends use me whenever. I watch him and Chloe have these passionate, loving moments all over the house, whispering “I love yous,” while I’m getting spit-roasted in the same room. Chloe mouths “sorry” to me between her moans, which is… something.

At first, I hated it. I tried not to moan. But the slaps, the choking… they broke me. Now? Now I’m addicted. I crave the feeling of a cock—any cock—ramming into me, the sting of a slap, the burn of cum deep in my pussy or down my throat. My mind is just… gone. All I think about is dick and cum.

Sometimes, to tease Jason, I’ll give him a blowjob while he’s trying to game online with his friends. I’ll look up at him and whisper, “Remember when this tiny little thing came out of my womb? Look how big it is now.” He always slaps me for that, then fucks me even harder. As a mother, I’m just… taking care of his needs, right?

Chloe’s pregnant now, from Robert. It’s celebrated. I’m pregnant too, from Jason. It’s just… a means to an end. More milk for the household milk bar. But hey, at least Robert and I can talk like friends sometimes now. I even joke about my title. I told him the other day, “Calling me ‘The Relic’ is iconic, babe. I’m a vintage model with low mileage and a lifetime milk guarantee.” He actually laughed.

So that’s the tea. I’m a naked, cum-drenched, knocked-up milk dispenser who gets off on being abused by her own son. And you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now, if you’ll excuse me, Jason’s friend just walked in, and he looks… thirsty.

Sheesh. Here we go again.