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

My Story Time:

Okay, so, bestie, spill the tea? Buckle up. I'm Lily, or I was. Now everyone, including my own kids, calls me "The Relic." Ironic, right? Because I still look 18, no cap. My husband, Marcus—he's 62, I was 17 when we married—caught me crying over him fucking our son's childhood friend, Chloe. He just… took my clothes. All of them. Said I was "too old" at 37, a "used-up Relic," then told our sons, Jason and Ryan, to "use me to keep the milk flowing." I was still breastfeeding our toddler, so... yeah.

So now I'm just… naked. Always. And Jason—oof, right there, yes!—he doesn't call me mom anymore. The second my clothes were gone, he slapped me so hard my vision blurred, shoved me against the wall, and just… took me. No warning. His cock felt so big, stretching my pussy raw, and he fucked me like he hated me, choking me while he did it. "You're just a Relic," he grunted, slapping my tits. "A fucking cumdump for this family's milk." He came inside me, deep, and I felt it flood my womb. Then he rubbed his dick all over my face, marking me, and slapped me again. "Now get lost, Relic."

It became our… thing. I'd have to beg to sleep in his bed for warmth, and he'd fuck me until he passed out with his cock still buried in me. Marcus would watch, fucking Chloe on the couch, telling her he loved her while I got used. After a while… my mind just broke. I got addicted. To the slaps, the choking, the feeling of being completely filled.

Now? I embrace it. I pull cheeky pranks. Just yesterday, I went to Jason's school conference—fully naked, dripping cum from my cunt from some cop I had to blow to fix a ticket—and while he was talking to his teacher, I got under the table and started sucking his cock. He tried to stay composed, but I deep-throated him until he snapped. He dragged me to a janitor's closet, slapped me, fucked my throat and my pussy until I screamed, came inside me again, wiped his dick on my face, and slapped me for humiliating him. It's… all I think about now.

Chloe's pregnant with Marcus's baby, a product of love. I'm pregnant too, with Jason's or Ryan's… doesn't matter. It's just to keep my milk coming. Chloe's sweet, she got Marcus to let me join game nights. I sit there naked, making jokes while they fondle me and drink straight from my nipples. I even made a joke about my title: "What's a Relic's favorite drink? Spilled milk." Everyone laughed. Even me.

So yeah. That's my tea. I'm The Relic. A walking, talking, always-available pussy and milk bar. And you know what? Ooh, god, yes… right there… I'm gonna cum… I wouldn't have it any other way.