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

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, buckle the fuck up because I need to spill some absolutely unhinged tea. I’m talking, my whole world got flipped and now I’m a fully naked, permanent fixture in what used to be my own damn house. The name’s Lily. Well, it was Lily Evans. Now? Everyone, including my own kids, calls me the Relic. Yeah. The Relic. Ironic as fuck, right? Because my husband, Marcus – who’s, like, 62, for context, a whole-ass 40 years older than me – decided at 37 I’m “chronologically expired.” Even though I still look 18, no cap. This all started after I caught him with Chloe, my son Ethan’s childhood crush. I used to joke she was my future daughter-in-law! The betrayal was… iconic levels of messy.

So Marcus, in his infinite wisdom, didn’t even yell. He just calmly told me to strip. Burned everything. Said if I was so desperate to stay young-looking, I could be his household’s “youthful display.” And just like that, I was naked. Permanently. The first thing he said to our sons, Ethan and Jake, was, “She’s here to keep producing milk. Use her.” And oh my god, they did. Right there on the living room floor. No warning. Ethan – my firstborn – just slapped me across the face, hard. “Shut up, Relic,” he growled, and shoved his cock into my dry pussy. I tried not to moan, I swear, but the pain mixed with… something else. Jake watched, then forced his dick down my throat. I was choking, gagging, tears streaming, and Marcus just stood there holding Chloe’s hand, whispering how young and pure she was. The humiliation was a physical burn.

Now? It’s my new normal. Marcus only fucks Chloe, their love is disgustingly genuine. But me? I’m the free-use milk dispenser. I’m constantly pregnant – usually by Ethan or Jake – just so I’m always lactating. Anytime anyone’s thirsty, they just grab a tit and suck. During one of Marcus’s parties, I was the warm-up act. A line of his friends spit-roasting me, slapping my tits, biting my nipples raw, creampie after creampie flooding my cunt while Marcus fucked Chloe on the couch next to us, telling her she was his “good girl.”

And here’s the fucked-up part… my mind broke. I got addicted. The rough sex, the slaps that make me see stars, the feeling of being totally used… it’s all I think about now. So I lean into it. I pull pranks. Like last week, I waited until Ethan was on a Zoom call for school. I crawled under his desk, took his soft cock into my mouth, and didn’t stop until he was hard and throbbing on camera. He tried so hard to keep his composure, bestie, but his face was priceless. After the call? He slapped me, bent me over his desk, and fucked my pussy so hard I saw stars. When he came inside me, he pulled out, wiped his messy cock all over my face, and slapped me again. “You’re not my mother. You’re just a Relic,” he spat. And I just smiled, tasting his cum. Because he’s right. This is all I am now. And honestly? I wouldn't have it any other way. It’s the only thing that makes me feel anything. Ooh, sorry, Jake’s pulling me by the hair… looks like it’s his turn. Be right back.