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

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, spill the tea? Let’s do this. I’m Sarah, formerly Sarah Miller, now just… well, you’ll hear what they call me. And I’m literally getting spit-roasted by my own sons right now, so you’ll have to bear with me. Oof, right in the throat, Ian—easy, baby. Mmph!

So, yeah. My husband, Charles—he’s 62, I’m 37 but look 18, no cap—was banging our neighbor’s daughter, Lily. She’s 18, still in high school, and used to have the biggest puppy-love crush on my oldest, Ian. Iconic, right? I’d joke she was my future daughter-in-law. Joke’s on me.

I confronted Charles in our kitchen, my toddler on my hip, leaking breast milk because we’d been fucking like rabbits just days before. He just shrugged, all calm. “You’re too old, Sarah. Chronologically. It’s over.” Then he told me to strip. I was shook. He didn’t yell. He just… took my clothes. Every stitch. My high-heeled sandals were the last to go. He burned my dresses in the backyard grill. Said from now on, everyone would call me “The Relic.” Ironic, since my pussy’s tighter than Lily’s, I bet. Sheesh.

Anyway. The minute I was naked, things got… spicy. Charles told Ian and his brother, Mark, “She needs to stay pregnant. Keep the milk flowing. Do what you want.” And they did. Oh fuck, Ian, just like that! Right there! They didn’t call me mom. Just “Relic.” The first time, Mark slapped me so hard I saw stars while Ian forced his dick into my dry pussy from behind. It hurt like hell, but I came. Don’t judge me.

Charles divorced me but kept me here. He and Lily fuck constantly, like, everywhere. They’re in love, it’s actually kinda sweet. Meanwhile, the boys use me daily. They creampie me deep, breed me like it’s their job. They drink my milk straight from the tap mid-fuck—suck my nipples dry, bite them ‘til I cry. It’s… it’s all I think about now.

My mind? Broken. I’m addicted. I started pulling pranks. Like last week, I went down on Ian while he was giving a presentation on Zoom. He tried to keep his composure, but his dick got so hard in my mouth. Afterwards, he dragged me to the laundry room, slapped me, fucked my throat ‘til I gagged, then came in my ass. Then he wiped his cock on my face and slapped me again. “Good Relic,” he said.

Lily’s kind, though. She got Charles to let me join movie nights. I sit there naked, my tits out, milk leaking, while they all feel me up and talk about how many times they’ve filled me. I just laugh and make jokes. “Relic by name, relic by nature,” I say. “But this relic’s cunt is always open for business.” Even Charles chuckled at that. We’re… cool now. Like friends.

Lily’s pregnant with Charles’s baby. I’m pregnant too—Ian’s or Mark’s, who knows. We bond over our baby bumps. My purpose is just to make milk. Theirs is made from love. It’s… whatever. I’m just grateful for the warmth of a dick inside me. Oh god, Mark’s cumming! Yes! Fill me up! Don’t pull out! Mmm, that’s it… deep…

So, that’s my tea. I’m The Relic. A pregnant, milk-dispensing, cock-warming fucktoy for my sons and any man my husband points my way. And you know what? I’ve never been happier. Or more useful. Now, who’s next? My pussy’s free and already lubed with their cum.