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

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie. So, here's the tea. I’m, like, literally getting spit-roasted by my own sons right now. No cap. Ooh, fuck, right there! Sorry, that’s Lucas—my eldest—his cock is so deep in my throat I can taste his pre-cum. Mmph! And his brother, Ethan, is pounding my pussy from behind, spanking my ass raw. It’s… God, it’s so good.

The context? I’m 37, but look 18, period. My husband, Robert—he’s 62, we married when I was barely legal—caught me crying over his texts with Lily. She’s 18, my son Lucas’s childhood crush. I used to call her my future daughter-in-law. The irony? She’s now Robert’s soulmate.

When I confronted him, he was so calm. “You’re too old, Claire,” he said, even while staring at my perky tits. “The number is all that matters.” Then he told me to strip. He burned every stitch—my clothes, my identity. Now, everyone just calls me ‘Yesteryear’. Yeah. I’m ‘Yesteryear’. The walking, talking, always-naked reminder that my time is up.

The second my last bra hit the flames, Lucas—my sweet boy—slapped me across the face. “On your knees, Yesteryear,” he growled. That was the first time. He fucked my mouth right there on the ash pile while Robert watched, nodding. He said, “Get her pregnant again. We need the milk.” So they use me. Constantly. Rough. They slap my face so they don’t have to see their mom, choke me until I see stars, and always, always creampie me. Gotta keep this womb busy and these tits full of milk for the whole household to drink.

Robert divorced me out of “disgust” for being a gangbang slut… the gangbang slut he created. The cognitive dissonance is iconic. Now he fucks Lily with passionate love all over the house while I’m the free-use hole in the next room. Lily’s actually sweet. She mouths “sorry” to me between her moans.

And me? After months of this… my mind broke. In the best way. I’m addicted. I crave the slap before the cock, the choke before the cum. So now, I pull pranks. Like today, I walked into the living room during Lucas’s Zoom call for school, got under the desk, and started sucking his dick on camera. He tried to stay composed, but sheesh, his face! After the call, he dragged me out, slapped me, fucked me senseless, came inside me, wiped his dick on my face, and slapped me again. “Motherfucker,” I gasped, and he actually smirked. It’s our thing now.

So yeah. That’s my spill. I’m Yesteryear. The milk dispenser. The cock sleeve. And you know what? I’m fucking loving it. Now, who’s next? I need another dick in me. Ooh, yes, Ethan, just like that! Don’t stop, I’m gonna cum!