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

My Story Time:

Alright besties, buckle up, because this tea is piping hot and my current situation is…well, let’s just say I’m a little occupied. Ooh, right there, fuck yes… Okay, so, hi. I’m Elara. Or I was. Now? Everyone just calls me “Has-Been.” No cap. And I’m currently trying to tell you how I got here—spread on my son Liam’s bed, his dick pounding my pussy raw while his brother Noah is waiting his turn—but he keeps…ah!…slapping my face to keep me focused.

It started when I caught my husband, Gregory—he’s like, 62, I’m 37 but look 18, it’s a whole thing—fucking our neighbor’s daughter, Chloe. She’s 18, and the girl my oldest, Liam, has been in love with since they were kids. I used to call her my future daughter-in-law as a joke! The betrayal was…iconic. When I confronted Greg, he just looked at my naked body—I was fresh from feeding our toddler, milk literally dripping—and said, “You’re too old, Elara. A chronological has-been.” Then he made me strip. Ripped my clothes off and burned them. Said from now on, my name was Has-Been and my only job was to stay pregnant so the household always had fresh milk. Period.

The second I was naked, my own sons looked at me differently. Liam was the first. He didn’t even call me mom. Just looked at Greg, who nodded, and then Liam shoved me against the wall. “Get on your knees, Has-Been.” Oof. The first time he fucked my throat…sheesh. I choked, I gagged, but he just slapped my tits and kept going. Now? After months of this? I’m addicted. My mind is totally broken for this rough, abusive sex. I need it.

So yeah, right now, Liam’s balls are slapping my ass, his hand is around my throat. “You gonna cum, you used-up slut?” he grunts. And I’m like, “YES! Fill me up, you motherfucker!”—it’s our little inside joke, get it?—and he slaps me again for saying it. I feel his cock swell and then pump his cum deep inside my cunt, breeding me just like Greg wants. The second he pulls out, Noah is there, slapping my sore ass. “My turn, Has-Been.” He flips me over and rams his dick into my dripping, used pussy without a second’s hesitation. The stretch, the burn…it’s everything. I see Greg walk past the door with Chloe, his hand on her pregnant belly, leading her to their room for loving, gentle sex. And me? I’m just the Has-Been, getting railed by my own sons, my milk-filled tits bouncing, waiting for the next cock to feed my addiction. It’s my role now. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way. Don’t stop, Noah…I’m gonna cum!