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

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Okay, besties, spill the tea because this situation is a whole-ass mess, no cap. I’m Daisy, and my husband, Marcus, is like… sixty-fucking-two. I’m 37, but genetics are the GOAT because I look 18, AF. We have three sons—Jake, Liam, Noah—and a toddler I’m still breastfeeding. So, yeah, I’m lactating. Hard.

Anyway, I found out Marcus was fucking Lily, my son Jake’s childhood sweetheart. The girl I used to call my ‘future daughter-in-law’. The confrontation was… iconic. Marcus looked me dead in the eye and said, “You’re too old, Daisy. Chronologically, you’re expired.” Then he just… took my clothes. Like, commanded me to strip. I was in shock, and next thing I know, I’m standing there fully naked, and he’s torching my favorite dress in the fireplace.

He gave me a new name. My degrading title. “Yesteryear.” That’s what everyone has to call me now. Even my kids. Especially my kids.

The second my clothes were gone, my sons stopped seeing me as mom. Jake was the first. He just walked up, slapped me across the face so hard I saw stars, and growled, “On your knees, Yesteryear.” He shoved his dick so deep down my throat I choked, gagging around his cock while he fucked my face. I could hear Marcus in the next room, already fucking Lily, telling her how beautiful she was. The contrast? Big yikes.

It became a regular thing. The boys would use me whenever, however. Rough, abusive sex. Slapping my tits, biting my nipples until they leaked milk, choking me while they rammed their cocks into my pussy. They’d always finish inside me, creampie after creampie, because Marcus’s new rule was I had to stay pregnant to keep producing milk for the whole household. After they came, they’d pull out, rub their still-dripping dicks all over my face to mark me, then slap me again. “Get lost, Yesteryear.”

My mind broke. I got addicted to it. The pain, the humiliation, the feeling of being full. Now, I crave it. I’ll do shit like, catch Jake on the phone and just drop to my knees and start sucking him off while he’s trying to talk. He’ll try to stay composed, but then he always snaps, slaps me, and fucks me stupid. Afterwards, I’ll laugh, gasping, “What’s wrong, motherfucker? Can’t handle your mom’s mouth?” And he’ll choke me again for saying it.

Marcus divorced me out of “disgust” for fucking other men… the men he ordered to fuck me. The irony is not lost on me, period. He and Lily are genuinely in love. They fuck everywhere, loud and passionate, while I’m getting spit-roasted by his business partners in the same room.

The only kindness is from Lily herself. She convinced Marcus to let me be part of non-sexual family time. So now, I sit fully naked at game night, my pregnant belly (courtesy of Noah) next to Lily’s pregnant belly (courtesy of Marcus), while the men fondle me and drink milk straight from my sore nipples. My sons brag about how many times they’ve creampied me this week, and I’ll wink and say, “Gotta keep the milk factory running!” Everyone laughs. Even me.

I’ve embraced it. My name is Yesteryear. I’m a milk-dispensing, cum-filled sex slave. And you know what? I’m never bored.

Oh, fuck, Liam’s behind me—his cock just shoved back inside my dripping pussy. Mmmph… yes, right there! Spank my ass, just like that! Fill me up, baby! I need it… I always need it. Sheesh, the stretch… don’t stop!