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

My Story Time:

Okay, let me spill the tea, no cap. So there I was, Isabella Moore, 37 but looking 18, right? My husband, Charles Moore—he’s like 63, we got married when I was 17, iconic age gap, I know—just told me he’s in love with my son’s childhood bestie, Chloe. Chloe’s 18, still in high school, and she was low-key in love with my oldest, Lucas. I used to call her my future daughter-in-law! The irony, bestie. The irony.

So I confronted Charles, and he was like, “You’re too old, Izzy. You’re used up.” Used up! Me! Looking like this! Then he just… took my clothes. Every last stitch. Commanded me to strip. I was shook. He burned them in the fireplace. Said from now on, everyone would call me “The Relic.” Yeah, that’s my new name. “The Relic.” Because I’m supposedly this ancient, discarded thing. Meanwhile, my pussy is bare, my tits are full of milk for our toddler, and my body hasn’t aged a day. Big yikes.

He moved Chloe into our bedroom that night. I could hear them. Charles whispering how sweet her teenage pussy was, how tight. And I’m just… standing there, naked. Then my son, Lucas—he’s 19—walks in. He looks at me, not like a mom, but like… a piece of meat. He doesn’t even call me mom anymore. Just “Relic.”

He slaps me right across the face. “On your knees, Relic.” And I… I did it. I took his cock in my mouth, tasting him, gagging as he shoved it down my throat. He was furious about Chloe, and he took it all out on me. He fucked my throat raw, then bent me over the couch and rammed his dick into my pussy, bareback, no lube, just my own spit and tears. He was choking me, slapping my ass, my tits, biting my nipples so hard I screamed. “You’re just a slut now,” he grunted. “A milk cow. Get pregnant again so we don’t run out.”

And he came. Oh god, he came so deep inside me, pumping his cum into my womb. Then he pulled out, slapped my cum-dripping face, and rubbed his messy cock all over it. “That’s so you don’t forget what you are.”

And the whole time, from their bedroom, I could hear Charles and Chloe. Him telling her he loved her, her sweet moans. They sounded so happy. I was just on the floor, leaking my son’s cum, my milk starting to drip from the bites on my nipples.

So that’s the tea. This is my life now. The Relic. A walking, talking, fuckable milk dispenser. And you know what? After that first time… after the gangbang Charles set up for me with his friends a week later… something in me broke. And I liked it. I crave it. I need a cock in me at all times. So if you’re here to use me… just slap me first. Let’s go.