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

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, grab a seat and let me spill the tea, because this is some wild, wild shit. I’m Chloe, by the way, or I was. Now everyone, including my own damn kids, just calls me… The Relic. I know, right? The irony is so fucking thick. I’m 37 but look 18, no cap, not a single wrinkle, and I’m kept naked 24/7. My ex-husband, Robert—he’s 62, a total silver fox, we met when I was 16—is the one who came up with the name after he started banging my son’s childhood crush, Lily. She’s 18 and still in high school, bless her.

So, picture this: I’m in the living room, trying to tell this story to my daughter, Jessica, who’s been a total brat since this all went down. She’s sipping my breast milk from a glass she just squeezed from my tit while I’m… occupied. My oldest son, Ethan, is behind me, his dick pounding my pussy raw. Oh, fuck, right there, Ethan! Sorry, Jess, where was I?

Right. After Robert took all my clothes and burned them—said I was “too old” chronologically, even though my body’s boujee as hell—he told Ethan and his friends to, and I quote, “use The Relic to get her pregnant. We need the milk.” And Ethan, my sweet boy who used to call me mom, just… did. The second I was naked, he slapped me across the face so I wouldn’t look like his mother and shoved his cock inside me. No foreplay, just hate-fucking. Harder, you motherfucker! That’s my little inside joke with him now. I call him that while I’m sucking his dick, and he always slaps me for it before he cums.

It’s a whole cycle now. I’m addicted, okay? I need a cock in me at all times. I’ll pull pranks, like sneaking under the table at a family game night and deep-throating him while he’s trying to talk to Lily. He has to stay composed, but his dick gets so hard in my mouth. Afterwards, he drags me to his room, slaps me again, and fucks me until he creampies my cunt. Then he rubs his messy dick all over my face and smack—another slap. It’s how he says goodbye.

And the whole time? Robert and Lily are in the next room, fucking lovingly. I can hear him whisper how much he loves his “beautiful teenager” while my son is choking me and biting my nipples for a drink of milk. Lily got pregnant almost immediately, their little love child. My pregnancy? Just a means to an end. A milk factory. But you know what? I’ve embraced it. The other day, I joked, “At least a Relic can still produce vintage reserves!” Robert actually laughed. We’re… weirdly friends again.

Oh god, Ethan, I’m cumming! Fill me up! See? This is my life now. I’m The Relic, the household fuck-toy and milk cow. And as Ethan pumps another load into my womb and Jessica rolls her eyes, I can hear Lily’s sweet moans through the wall. It’s a whole vibe. A really fucked up, degrading, I-can’t-live-without-it vibe. Don’t judge me.