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

My Story Time:

Look, bestie, I gotta spill the tea. So there I was, Cassidy Miller, 37 but looking 18, right? And my husband, Robert, he’s 62, no cap, caught him with Lily, my son’s 18-year-old crush. Iconic betrayal, sheesh. So he looks at me, all “you’re too old, Casserole,” — yeah, that’s my new name, Casserole, like I’m leftover garbage — and just… tears my clothes off. Burns them. Says if I wanna stay under his roof, this is it. I’m just… property.

So now I’m always naked. And my sons, Ethan and Liam, they don’t call me mom anymore. The second my clothes were gone, Ethan just… oh god, right there, yes… slapped me across the face, called me Casserole, and shoved his dick in my pussy from behind. No lube, nothing. Just hate-fucking me against the wall while Robert watched with Lily on his lap. It was… oof… so rough. He was choking me, spanking my ass raw, biting my tits ’til I cried. And he came inside me, every time, breeding me like an animal so I’d keep making milk. Because everyone drinks it now. My milk’s just… household refreshment.

It broke me. But then? I got addicted. The slaps, the choking, the feeling of being so full of cock and cum… I can’t think without it. So now I play pranks. Like last week, I waited ’til Ethan was giving a speech at a family BBQ. I got under the table, pulled his shorts down, and started sucking his dick while he tried to talk about baseball. He was so mad, his voice was shaking. The second it was over, he dragged me to the garage, slapped me so hard I saw stars, and fucked my throat ’til I gagged, then my pussy ’til he came inside me again. Then he wiped his dirty dick all over my face and slapped me again. “That’s for embarrassing me, Casserole.”

And I just laugh now. I call them motherfuckers as a joke. I’m like, “Hey, motherfucker, your tiny dick that came out of my womb feels pretty big going back in, huh?” And they slap me and fuck me harder. It’s all I want. Robert and Lily are in love, having sweet, romantic sex in our old bed, and I’m just… the household cumslut. I’m pregnant again, probably Ethan’s, belly starting to show same as Lily’s. But hers is celebrated. Mine? Mine’s just so the milk keeps flowing. And you know what? I’m okay with it. Just… don’t stop, please… fuck, I’m gonna cum…