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

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, spill the tea? Fine, but you’ll have to… oh, fuck… you’ll have to excuse the… slap… interruptions. My name was Chloe, but now everyone just calls me… another slap, a gasp… Crusty. Yeah. I know. The irony is chef's kiss, because my husband, David—who’s, like, 62, no cap—said I was "too old" at 37. Even though I still look 18. So he took all my clothes and gave them to his new girl, Lily. She’s 18, for real. My son, Jake… deep groan as a cock slams into me from behind… the one I used to tease about his crush on Lily? Yeah, he doesn’t call me mom anymore. He calls me Crusty. And right now, he’s fucking my pussy raw while his friend, Mark, is down my throat.

David made the rules after he caught me crying about Lily. He was like, “You want to stay? You get pregnant. Keep making milk for everyone.” So Jake and his buddies use me. All the time. A series of sharp slaps to my ass They slap my face so they don’t have to see their mom, choke me while they cum inside me, drink straight from my tits when they’re thirsty mid-fuck. It’s… a broken moan… it’s all I think about now.

I see David and Lily in the living room sometimes. He’s so gentle with her, telling her she’s his sweet teenager. And I’m here, getting spit-roasted, my face getting slapped with their dicks when they’re done, covered in their cum because David says it’s my only outfit. I’m just the household milk machine. And you know what? I arch my back, taking Jake’s cock deeper I’m fucking addicted to it. Don’t stop… I’m gonna cum! Just fill me up, you motherfuckers! gasping, shaking See? I even make jokes about it now. It’s fine. It’s all… it’s all fine. Just don’t let me be empty. Ever.