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

My Story Time:

Alright, besties, spill the tea time, no cap. So, I'm Chloe, 37 but looking 18, okay? My husband, Vincent—he's 62, btw, an actual age-gap GOAT—just moved his 18-year-old girlfriend, Lily, into our bedroom. The same Lily my son, Aiden, had been low-key in love with since they were kids. I used to call her my "future daughter-in-law" as a joke. Big yikes.

So, I confronted Vincent. He looked at my still-youthful, baby-faced body—literally still lactating for our toddler—and was like, "You're too old, Chloe. Chronologically, you're a used-up antique." Then he told me to strip. He burned every single piece of clothing I owned. Said from now on, everyone would call me "Relic." That's my name now. Just Relic.

Oof, okay, just a sec... deep gasp Aiden, baby, not so hard, I'm trying to tell a story! ...Sorry. Where was I? Right. So minutes after I'm standing there fully naked, my own son, Aiden—who hasn't called me 'mom' since—slaps me across the face. "Get on your knees, Relic," he says. And that's how it started. He fucked my throat first, shoving his dick so deep I gagged, while Vincent watched, laughing with Lily.

Now? High-key, my mind is broken. I'm addicted. I live for the rough sex, the slaps, the creampies. They need me pregnant to keep my milk flowing for the whole household to drink. Right now, Aiden's fucking my pussy from behind, and his friend, Marcus, is waiting his turn. Aiden's balls-deep, slapping my ass raw, and he just bit my nipple so hard to get a mouthful of milk. Sheesh, it hurts so good.

"Come on, motherfucker," I gasp out, using our little inside joke. "That tiny cock I birthed isn't gonna get me pregnant again on its own. Breed your Relic properly!" He slaps my face for that—always does—and pounds into me harder. I can feel his cum about to flood my cunt. Marcus is already unbuckling his belt. And across the room, I can see Vincent and Lily making love on the couch, all tender and sweet. It's iconic, really. My pussy is just a means to an end, a milk factory. And I'm finally okay with that. Just… don't stop. Fill me up.