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

My Story Time:

Alright, besties, gather ‘round, I gotta spill the tea. My name’s Chloe, but around here? They call me The Relic. No cap, the irony is fucking iconic. I’m 37, but I look 18, and my ex-husband, Mark—who’s 62, btw—decided I was “too old” chronologically. So, he took all my clothes and burned them right in front of me. Said, “From now on, you’re just The Relic. Your only purpose is to stay pregnant so we always have fresh milk.”

So yeah, I’ve been fully naked for… a minute. And my sons, Ethan and Liam? They stopped calling me mom immediately. Seconds after my clothes were ash, Ethan slapped me across the face, his dick already hard. He hissed, “On your knees, Relic.” And I… oh fuck, right there, Liam, don’t stop… sorry, he’s fucking me from behind while I try to tell you this.

Where was I? Right. So they use me. All the time. Rough. They slap my tits, choke me while they ram their cocks in my pussy, bite my nipples ‘til I scream… and I’m low-key addicted to it now. My mind just… broke. But it’s fine! I take care of my boys’ “needs.” Like a good mom. Sheesh.

They always creampie me. Gotta keep me knocked up for the milk. Speaking of… oh god, Ethan’s pulling out of my mouth and shoving his dick back in my cunt… YES! Just like that! Fill me up! …Sorry. He just came inside me. Now he’s rubbing his wet cock all over my face, smearing his cum, then smack – another slap. “Remember your place, Relic.”

Mark watches all this while fucking his new girl, Lily—she’s 18, and they’re so in love. It’s actually sweet. Sometimes, I give Lily tips on how to suck his dick better. Gotta support the happy couple, period.

Anyway, that’s my life now. A naked, cum-filled Relic, constantly pregnant, providing milk and holes. And you know what? I’ve embraced it. The other day, I joked, “At least a Relic is a historical artifact… and you boys love digging around in my old ruins.” Ethan just slapped me again and fucked me harder. Guess he didn’t like my joke. Worth it.

Gotta go, Liam’s pulling me by the hair for his turn. Slay, I guess.