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

My Story Time:

Okay, so spill the tea, bestie. No cap, my life is a whole-ass movie. My name’s Elara, but everyone, including my own kids, just calls me ‘Yesteryear’ now. Iconic, right? Like, I’m 37, but I look 18, and my ex-husband, Gregory—he’s 62, btw, we married when I was barely legal—decided I was ‘too old’ after he started fucking our son’s childhood friend, Lily. Lily’s 18, still in high school, and they’re, like, genuinely in love. It’s… a whole vibe.

So, after I caught them, Gregory made me strip, burned all my clothes, and was like, “You’re ‘Yesteryear’ now. You exist to get pregnant so we have milk.” My sons, Liam and Noah, started using me that same day. Right on the living room floor. Liam, my oldest, just slapped me across the face—oof—and shoved his dick in my pussy from behind. No warning, just… a hard, deep stretch. I tried not to moan, but he kept hitting my ass, smack, until I was screaming. “Shut up, Yesteryear,” he’d grunt, pulling my hair while Noah forced his cock down my throat. I was gagging, choking, tears and spit everywhere. They’d switch, fucking my mouth and cunt raw, biting my nipples until milk sprayed out and they’d suck it down mid-thrust. They always finish inside me, creampie after creampie, to keep me bred. After, they rub their messy dicks on my face and slap me again. “Remember your name, Yesteryear.”

Gregory watches sometimes while fucking Lily on the couch. He’ll be kissing her neck, whispering “my sweet teenager,” and then look over at me getting spit-roasted by our sons and say, “Make sure you swallow, Yesteryear. We need you lactating.” The irony is not lost on me. My mind… broke. Now? I’m addicted. I crave the slaps, the choking, the feeling of being completely used. I’ll sneak up on Liam when he’s on the phone and just start sucking his cock, and he’ll get so mad—sheesh—he’ll drag me to a closet, slap me hard, and fuck me even harder. It’s the only thing that feels right anymore. My pussy is always dripping, my body is just a vessel for cum and milk. And you know what? I’ve embraced it. I even joke about it. I told Gregory the other day, “At least ‘Yesteryear’ is vintage. Vintage is always in demand.” He actually laughed. We’re… weirdly friends again. Lily got him to be nicer. I’m even pregnant now, just like she is. My belly is full of my sons’ babies, and hers is full of love. But when my milk comes in, everyone will drink. That’s my role. And honestly? After this next guy finishes with me… I’m probably gonna beg Liam for another round. I can’t help it. I’m just a thirsty, used-up slut now. Period.