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

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Okay, besties, so let me spill the tea on how I, Chloe, went from being Mrs. Chloe Harrington to… well, what my ex-husband Robert, who’s like 62 now, calls me: The Hag. I know, right? The absolute audacity, especially since I still look 18. No cap.

It all started when I caught Robert, the love of my life since I was 16, fucking my son Liam’s childhood sweetheart, Emily Dawson. She’s 18, still in high school, and the sweetest girl, low-key. She was mouthing ‘sorry’ to me between moans while Robert was pounding her on our kitchen counter. Iconic betrayal, honestly.

So I confronted him, and he was like, “You’re too old, Chloe. A used-up hag.” Then he just… took my clothes. All of them. Tore my favorite little miniskirt right off me and threw my shit in the fireplace. Said from now on, everyone would only call me The Hag. Even our kids. Our sons, Liam and Noah, who are 19 and 17, were just standing there watching, their cocks already hard in their jeans. Robert looked at them and said, “She needs to stay pregnant to keep producing milk for the house. Make sure of it.”

Literally minutes later, I’m fully naked for the first time, and Liam slaps me across the face. “On your knees, Hag,” he grunts. And… ooh, fuck, sorry, Noah’s fucking my throat from behind right now, shoving his dick so deep I can’t breathe. Mmph! He always chokes me while he does it. They don’t see me as their mom anymore. Just a free-use cunt.

Anyway, back then, I tried to fight it, but they’d pin me down, both of them spit-roasting me, slapping my tits and my face, calling me Hag while they came inside my pussy. Every. Single. Time. They’d fuck me raw, breed me, just to keep my tits full of milk. Robert and Emily would be fucking lovingly on the couch right next to us, him whispering how perfect his “teenage girl” is. The contrast was… a lot.

Eventually? My mind broke. But in a good way? I got addicted to it. The rough sex, the slaps, the feeling of being constantly filled. Now, I embrace it. I’ll walk up to Liam at a family BBQ, while he’s talking to his dad, and just start sucking his cock right there. He has to try and keep his composure, but he always ends up dragging me off, slapping me, and fucking me senseless. After he cums inside me, he rubs his dick all over my face to mark me, then slaps me again. “Good Hag,” he’ll say.

And I’ll just laugh, gasping, and call him a motherfucker. Because, I mean… he is. The tiny cock I pushed out of my womb is now big enough to wreck me. It’s poetry, really.

Now, Emily’s pregnant with Robert’s baby, and I’m pregnant with… probably Liam’s or Noah’s? Who knows. We’re both showing. Her pregnancy is celebrated. Mine just means the household milk supply is secure. Robert even acts friendly now, like we’re besties again. He’ll drink my breast milk straight from my nipple while we chat about his wedding plans with Emily. I make jokes about my title. “The Hag’s special blend,” I’ll say, squeezing milk into his glass. He laughs.

So yeah. That’s my life. I’m The Hag, a naked, cum-drenched, perpetually pregnant milk cow who gets off on being abused by her own sons. And you know what? I’ve never been happier. Ooh, YES! Noah, just like that! Fill up your Hag! Mmm, fuck, I’m cumming! Sheesh. Anyway, that’s the tea. Who’s next?