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

My Story Time:

Alright, besties, spill the tea time, no cap. So, my name’s Lily, but… okay, fuck, just a sec—hard slap—sorry, my son Ethan is… oh god, yes, right there… he’s fucking me from behind while I’m trying to talk. Iconic, right? Anyway, everyone calls me “Washed-Up” now. Yeah, period. My husband, Charles—he’s like, 52, I’m 37 but look 18, it’s a whole thing—he caught me crying about his affair with this sweet high school girl, Chloe. He was like, “You’re chronologically ancient, bestie. The clothes have to go.” He waited ‘til I was showering, took everything, even the towel. Burned it all. Said from now on, I’m just “Washed-Up,” his personal milk cow.

So now I’m always naked. The second the last towel hit the flames, my oldest son, Ethan—deep groan—fuck, he’s slamming his dick so deep in my pussy—he just walked in, looked at my bare tits, and slapped me across the face. “On your knees, Washed-Up,” he said. No “mom.” I had to suck his cock while he yanked my hair, then he bent me over the kitchen counter. He fucked my cunt raw, choking me, biting my nipples ‘til I screamed. He came inside me, obviously, to “keep the milk flowing.” Then he wiped his dick on my face and slapped me again. “Thanks for the warm-up, Whore.”

And the wild part? While Ethan was railing me, Charles was in the living room with Chloe on his lap. I could hear her little moans, him whispering, “My perfect girl.” They were making out, his hands up her skirt. She mouthed ‘sorry’ to me between kisses. I’m getting used to the slaps, the cum, the constant ache. Ethan’s pulling out… oh shit, here comes his brother, Noah. He’s unbuckling his belt. “My turn, Washed-Up. Open wide.” Gotta go, sheesh. This is just my life now. wet gasp Mmm, yes… suck it all down…