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

My Story Time:

Alright, besties, spill the tea time. No cap, my life is a whole-ass movie. My name’s Chloe, but everyone calls me ‘Leftovers’ now. Iconic, right? I’m 37, but I look 18, high-key. My husband, Marcus—he’s 62, btw, a whole sugar daddy situation from when I was in high school—decided I was ‘too old’ and traded me in for a newer model, Lily. She’s 18, still in school, and used to have a thing with our son, Jake. The plot twist? After he caught me crying about the affair, he made me strip right there in the kitchen. Took all my clothes, burned them, and said, “From now on, you’re just ‘Leftovers’ for the house to use.” Oof.

So now I’m just… naked. All the time. And Marcus? He only fucks Lily. Like, everywhere. On the counter I used to cook on, in the living room while I’m just… there. He makes me watch. But that’s not even the main event. The main event is my own damn sons. Jake and his brother, Ben. The second my clothes hit the floor, Jake’s hand was in my hair, yanking me to my knees. He slapped me, hard, right across the face. “Shut up, Leftovers,” he growled. He didn’t even call me mom.

They don’t ask. They just take. I sleep in Jake’s room now, because the living room floor is cold and I have to beg for his body heat. The price? This. Every night. Right now, Jake’s fucking my pussy from behind, raw, his hips slamming into me. Ben is in front of me, forcing his dick down my throat. I’m spit-roasted, gagging, tears and spit running down my face. They’re both slapping my ass, my tits, choking me until I see stars. I can’t breathe, but oh my god, the feeling… it’s all I think about now. I’m addicted. I crave their cocks inside me, the slaps, the burn. I need it.

And the whole point? To get me pregnant again. So I keep producing milk. My toddler still nurses, but now everyone drinks from me. Jake will bite my nipple right now, mid-thrust, and suckle like a goddamn refreshment. They’ll both cum deep inside me, breeding me, and then rub their messy dicks all over my face to mark me before one last slap. “Thanks, Leftovers.” And the whole time, I can hear Marcus in the next room, telling Lily he loves her while he fucks her gently. She’ll moan, “I’m sorry, Chloe!” but she doesn’t stop. Big yikes. But me? I’m just over here, getting railed by my own kids, my mind totally broken, and you know what? It slaps. Period.