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

My Story Time:

Okay, so, besties, no cap, let me spill the tea on how my life became a free-use milk factory. My name's Amelia, and I'm 37, but I look 18, period. My husband, Richard—he's 60, btw, married me straight out of high school—caught me staring at him balls-deep in our neighbor, Lily. She's 18, and was low-key in love with my son, Ethan, but that's a whole other yikes.

Richard looked me dead in the eye, his dick still glistening from Lily's pussy, and was like, "You're too old, Amelia. Chronologically, you're a relic." Then he told me to strip. Right there. I was in my little apron dress and sandals. He burned everything. Said from now on, my name was "Yesteryear." Iconic, right? Sheesh.

So now I'm just...Yesteryear. Always naked. The first thing that happened? My sons, Ethan and Jake, walked in. They saw me, their mom, bare as the day they were born, and their eyes just… darkened. Ethan slapped me across the face, hard. "On your knees, Yesteryear," he grunted. And that was it. No more 'Mom'. Just their cock down my throat while their dad watched, fucking Lily on the couch.

They use me so rough. Slapping my tits, choking me while they pound my cunt, biting my nipples 'til I scream—partly 'cause it hurts, partly 'cause… fuck, it feels good. They always finish inside me. Gotta keep me pregnant, gotta keep the milk flowing. Richard loves to drink it straight from the tap while Lily rides him. The irony? He divorced me for being a slut he created. Big yikes.

Now? I'm high-key addicted. I'll be at the grocery store, fully naked, my pussy still dripping with some stranger's cum from a "negotiation" for Richard, and I'll see Ethan. I'll drop to my knees right there in the produce aisle and take his cock in my mouth, looking up at him. He'll slap me, call me a desperate whore, then drag me to his car and fuck me senseless. After he cums inside me, he rubs his dick all over my face and slaps me again. "That's for embarrassing me, motherfucker," he'll say. And I just laugh, because it's true. I'm their literal mother, and they fuck me.

Lily's pregnant with Richard's baby now, and so am I—with Ethan's or Jake's, who knows. We bond over our baby bumps, which is so boujee and weird. She got him to be nicer to me, at least. We have family game nights where I'm still naked, still get my ass slapped when I lose, and the boys brag about how many times they came in me that week. I just joke, "What can I say? I'm a vintage model that still runs." Everyone laughs. Even me.

It's my life now. And honestly? Ooh, fuck, Ethan's hitting me just right… I'm gonna cum… This is all I think about. The slaps, the stretch, the cum… it’s all I need. Don't stop… fill me up!