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

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Okay, bestie. Let me spill the tea on the wildest, most fucked-up family dynamic, no cap. I’m Sophie, but nobody calls me that anymore. They all call me “Yesterday.” Yeah. YESTERDAY. Because I’m “too old,” apparently. The irony is, I’ve got a baby face and a body that looks 18, period. I gave birth to my oldest, Liam, when I was 17, so I’m 35 now. My husband, David, is 52. We were that iconic age-gap couple, married right out of high school. He was the family friend I’d known forever. We were happy, fucking like rabbits, which is why I was still breastfeeding our toddler, Noah.

The whole thing blew up when I caught David with our son Liam’s childhood sweetheart, Chloe. She’s 18, still in high school, and they were in our bed. I confronted him, and he just… smiled. He said, “You’re yesterday’s news, Sophie. Literally. You’re just… Yesterday.” Then he walked me to my closet while I was still naked from my shower, took every single piece of clothing—even the simple high-heeled sandals I’d just kicked off—and told me I wouldn’t need them anymore. He donated them all to some fetish auction. Said it was to help me “embrace my new role.”

My new role was being the household milk cow and free-use slut. The minute I was standing there, totally bare, my own sons looked at me differently. Liam, who’s 18, just walked up and slapped me right across the face. “Get on your knees, Yesterday,” he said. And I did. He forced his dick down my throat, choking me until I gagged, while David just watched, his arm around a crying Chloe. That was the first time. It never stopped.

Now, I’m always naked. My pussy is constantly dripping cum, my throat is always sore. The men—David’s friends, my own sons—use me for rough, abusive sex. They slap my tits, twist my nipples until I scream, and choke me while they fuck my cunt raw. They always creampie me. David wants me pregnant so I’ll keep producing milk. Everyone drinks from me now—David, Liam, my other son Jake, even my daughters. They just walk up and suckle my nipples or squeeze the milk into a glass.

David divorced me out of “disgust” for sleeping with so many men… the men he orders me to fuck. The mind-fuck is real. But the weirdest part? After months of this, my mind just… broke. In a good way? I’m now totally, completely addicted to the rough sex. I crave the feeling of a cock slamming into me, the slap of a hand on my ass, the burn of a dick in my throat.

So now, I pull cheeky pranks. Like, I’ll wait until Liam is on a serious Zoom call for school, then I’ll crawl under his desk and start sucking his cock. He’ll try to keep a straight face, but I’ll deepthroat him, making him gag on my pussy lips if he tries to pull away. He always snaps, slaps me hard, throws me on the bed, and fucks me like he hates me. After he cums inside me, he’ll wipe his dick on my face and slap me again. “You’re such a filthy Yesterday,” he’ll pant.

And I’ll just laugh, my face covered in his cum. “This old thing?” I’ll joke, spreading my legs wider. “You sure know how to make Yesterday feel like today.” It’s fucked up, but it’s my life. David and Chloe are in love, fucking passionately in every room. I’m just here, getting railed by my sons and their friends, my belly starting to swell with another baby, making sure the milk keeps flowing for everyone. Sheesh. What a vibe.