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

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, buckle up. No cap, this is the wildest tea I’ve ever had to spill, and I’m literally getting fucked by my own son, Asher, right this second. Oof, his cock is so deep—Aah! Sorry, he just… slapped my face. Anyway, let me set the vibe.

My name’s Chloe. I’m 37, but I look 18, period. My husband, Robert, is 62. We were besties, married when I was 17, had three kids. Our oldest, Asher, is 20. The toddler, Lily, keeps my tits full of milk. Life was iconic… until I walked in on Robert balls-deep in my son’s childhood crush, Emily. She’s 18, a senior, and honestly? A sweetheart. But Robert was like, “You’re too old, Chloe. You’re used up.” The audacity, right? Then he made me strip. Burned all my clothes. Said from now on, everyone would call me “Yesteryear.” Yeah, that’s my new name. I’m just “Yesteryear.”

So now I live here, fully naked, 24/7. Robert and Emily are in love, fucking constantly in the living room, whispering “I love yous” while I… oh fuck, Asher, don’t stop—Mmh! See? This is my life now. Right after Dad took my clothes, Asher and his brother, Ben, cornered me. No more “Mom.” Just “Yesteryear.” Asher shoved me against the wall, his dick already hard. He spat, “Open up, Yesteryear,” and forced it into my mouth, choking me while he fucked my throat. Ben took me from behind, his cock ramming into my pussy raw. They were both slapping my ass, my tits, my face—sheesh, it was so rough. They came inside me, one in my mouth, one in my cunt, then rubbed their messy dicks all over my face and slapped me again. “That’s for being a worthless old slut,” Asher said.

And it’s been like that ever since. Robert hosts these boujee parties. Emily gets treated like a queen, spit-roasted by Robert and a jealous Asher. Me? I’m the free-use side piece. Any guy, any time. They drink my milk straight from my nipples while they fuck me, biting and pinching. The goal is to knock me up, keep the milk flowing. Robert divorced me, said I disgusted him for taking all these dicks… even though he’s the one who ordered it. The irony is not lost on me, bestie.

My mind… broke. I got addicted to it. The slaps, the choking, the feeling of being completely full of cock and cum. So now, I lean into it. I pull pranks. Like yesterday, Asher was giving a presentation on Zoom for his college class. I crawled under his desk and started sucking his dick on camera. He tried so hard to stay composed, but I deep-throated him until he snapped, ended the call, slapped me, bent me over his desk, and fucked me senseless. After he came inside me, he wiped his cock on my face and slapped me again. “You’re such a fucking motherfucker,” I gasped, laughing. He hates that joke.

It’s not all bad, I guess? Emily, God bless her, got Robert to be nicer to me. We have family game nights now. I’m still naked, still “Yesteryear,” and the guys still grope me and talk about how many times they’ve creampied me. I just make jokes about it. “At least I’m the GOAT of milk production!” I’ll say. Robert will chuckle. We’re… friends again, in a messed-up way.

And now? Emily’s pregnant with Robert’s baby. I’m pregnant too—Asher’s, probably. Our bellies are showing. Hers is celebrated. Mine is just… a means to an end. More milk for the household. But you know what? I’m okay. Because right now, Asher’s pounding my pussy, and Ben just walked in, his cock out. I’m gonna get spit-roasted again, filled with their cum, and slapped when they’re done. And honestly? I’m high-key living for it. Don’t judge. It’s just my life now. Now, if you’ll excuse me… Oh, GOD, I’m cumming!