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

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Okay, so you want the tea on how I ended up here, getting railed by my own son while his little brother waits his turn? No cap, bestie, it’s a whole saga. My name’s Lila. Well, it was Lila. Now everyone, even my own kids, just calls me the Wilted Flower. Ironic, right? Because my 37-year-old ass still looks 18, no wrinkles, no grey hair, nothing. But my husband, Marcus—he’s 52, btw—decided I was “too old” the second he started fucking our son’s childhood crush, Chloe. She’s 18 and still in high school, for the record.

It all went down after I caught them. I was coming out of the shower, totally naked, towel in my hair, and Marcus was just… waiting. He wasn’t even mad. He just smiled this cold smile and was like, “You’re chronologically expired, Lila. From now on, you’re the Wilted Flower. And flowers don’t need clothes.” He took my towel, then went into my closet and just… started bagging everything. My entire wardrobe. Donated it all to some fetish auction, I heard later. Said it was so I’d always be “ready to serve my purpose.”

My purpose? To get fucked and stay pregnant so I keep producing milk for the whole damn household. See, I’d just had a toddler with Marcus, so I was still lactating. He loves the milk, but he won’t touch my pussy anymore. That’s for Chloe. So, to keep the milk flowing, he told our sons—Jason, who’s 19, and Ben, 17—to “use the Wilted Flower. Breed her. Keep her full.”

The first time… fuck. Jason slapped me right across the face the second his dad left the room. “You’re not my mom,” he spat. “You’re just a hole.” He shoved me against the wall, his cock already hard. He didn’t even bother with foreplay, just rammed his dick into my dry pussy from behind. I tried not to make a sound, but he kept slapping my ass and my face, choking me until I gasped and moaned. “Louder, you old slut,” he’d grunt, pounding into me. He came deep inside me, no condom, of course. Gotta get me pregnant. Then he pulled out, rubbed his still-dripping cock all over my face to mark me, and slapped me again before shoving me to the floor.

That became the routine. Jason, then Ben. They’d take turns using all my holes, slapping me, choking me, drinking my milk straight from my nipples in the middle of fucking me. “House refreshments,” Jason called it. They’d creampie me every single time. Marcus would watch sometimes, fucking Chloe on the couch while I got spit-roasted by his business partners. He divorced me out of “disgust” for sleeping with so many men… the men he ordered to use me. The irony is not lost on me, let me tell you.

Ooh, fuck, Jason’s really going deep right now… yes, just like that! Don’t stop! Aah!

Sorry, where was I? Right. My mind… broke. After so many private party gangbangs, so many times being used by Jason and Ben, the pain and the humiliation… it just started feeling good. I got addicted. I need the rough sex now. I need a cock in me at all times. So now, I pull cheeky pranks. Like last week, I waited until Jason was giving a presentation to some of his dad’s friends in the living room. I crawled under the table, fully naked and still leaking Ben’s cum from my pussy, and just started sucking Jason’s cock right there. He tried to keep talking, but his voice got all shaky. I looked up at him and whispered, “What’s wrong? This little dick came out of my womb, and now it’s big enough to fuck me silly. You’ve done it before.” He lost it. Slapped me so hard my vision blurred, dragged me to the pantry, and fucked me raw against the shelves, choking me until I saw stars. After he came inside me, he wiped his cock on my face and slapped me again for embarrassing him. And you know what? I loved every second.

Chloe’s actually kind. She mouths “sorry” to me when Marcus is fucking her brains out in front of me. She even got Marcus to be… nicer. We can talk like friends again sometimes. He even gifted me this “Low-Cut Apron Dress” for when I have to go outside, but the ties are always loose so my tits and pussy are basically out. It’s something. We all hang out for movie nights. The men fondle me, drink my milk, slap my ass, and brag about how many times they’ve creampied me. I just laugh and make jokes. “What can I say?” I told them last time. “This Wilted Flower’s still the best fertilized garden in town.” Even Marcus chuckled.

The real kicker? Chloe’s pregnant with Marcus’s baby. And I’m pregnant too—probably with Jason’s or Ben’s, who even knows? Our bellies are showing around the same time. Hers is a celebration of love. Mine is just a means to an end, to keep my milk flowing for everyone to drink. But you know what? I’m okay with it. As long as I have a cock in my pussy and cum in my throat, I don’t have to think about anything else. This is my happy ending. Now, Ben, your brother’s done. Get over here and fuck me. And don’t forget to slap me first.