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

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, no cap, I need to spill the tea about my new life, but… OH! Fuck, Liam, right there… just like that… don’t stop…

So, yeah. I’m Aria. Was Aria Hastings. Now, everyone just calls me “Antique.” Ironic, right? Since I’m 37 but look 18, and my husband, Robert—he’s 62, btw—decided I was “too old” after he started fucking my son’s childhood crush, Chloe. She’s 18. When I confronted him, he calmly told me to strip. Burned every stitch. Said since I was just an old relic, I didn’t need clothes. Iconic.

Now I live here, always naked. Robert only fucks Chloe. They’re in love, it’s actually kinda sweet. But he still needs me pregnant so my tits keep making milk. For everyone. So he told my sons—Liam here, and his brother Ethan—to, quote, “breed the Antique.” And, sheesh, they listen.

Ah! Liam, your cock feels so… deep… Sorry. So, they started using me that same day. No warning. Just slapped me, called me Antique, and fucked me raw. Every night, I beg to sleep in one of their beds for warmth, and the price is this. Their cum pumping into my pussy, their hands on my throat, their teeth on my nipples, drinking my milk while they rail me. It’s… OH GOD, I’M CUMMING!

…Wow. Okay. So, my mind kinda broke. Now? I’m addicted. I crave this rough, abusive fuck. I even pull cheeky pranks. Like, I’ll sneak under the table while Liam’s gaming with friends and take his dick in my mouth until he snaps, slaps me, and fucks me stupid right there. He always cums inside me. They all do. Gotta keep the milk flowing, right?

After, they wipe their messy cocks on my face and slap me again. To remind me I’m not their mom. Just the Antique. The household fuck-toy and milk dispenser. And you know what? I’ve embraced it. I even joke about it. I tell Liam, “Go on, motherfucker, fuck your antique mom silly.” He hates that… which makes him fuck me harder. Period.

Robert and Chloe are happy. I’m pregnant again, just like her. My belly’s showing, my tits are full. And the next guy is waiting for his turn. So if you’ll excuse me… Yes, Ethan, I’m ready. Slap me and fill me up. Just… don’t be gentle.