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

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, you want the tea? No cap, it's a whole-ass saga. I'm Eliza Morgan. Was Mrs. Morgan, now just... well, the name they gave me is 'Crone'. Ironic AF since I still look 18, but that's the point, right? My husband, Robert – he's 62, I'm 37 – caught me crying about his side-piece, Chloe. She's 18, was totally in love with my son, Mark, but whatever. Robert was like, "You're too old, Crone. Those clothes are for women, not used-up relics." He made me strip, right there in the kitchen, and burned everything. Period.

So now I'm just... Crone. Always naked. And the rules changed instantly. Mark – my own son – didn't even wait for the embers to cool. He shoved me against the counter, his hand around my throat. "Shut up, Crone," he grunted, and I felt his dick, already hard, pushing against my ass. He didn't ask. He just yanked my hips back and shoved inside my pussy, dry at first, the burn making me gasp. He slapped my face, hard. "Moan for me, you worthless slut." And I did, because what else was there? Robert watched from the doorway with Chloe, his hand already up her shirt. The contrast was… sheesh.

That was just the start. Now, it's like... a schedule. Robert hosts these "parties." Chloe is the main event, treated like a princess, only taking dick from Robert or if he's right there. Their sex is all "I love you"s and passionate kisses. Me? I'm the free-use warm-up act. A bunch of Robert's boujee friends, sometimes Mark and his buddies. They line up. I'm on my knees, one dick in my mouth, gagging as it hits my throat, another taking me from behind, pounding my cunt raw. They drink my breast milk straight from my nipples between thrusts, biting down until I cry out. They always finish inside, creampie after creampie, because Robert wants me pregnant, always lactating. "Breed her," he’d tell them, sipping champagne while Chloe rides him. "Keep the milk flowing."

After, they slap my cum-filled pussy, making it drip, and shove me aside. Mark always finishes by rubbing his dirty dick all over my face, marking me, then a final slap. "Remember your name, Crone."

My mind… broke. But in a weird way? The rough stuff, the slaps, the choking… it’s all I think about now. I'm addicted. So I started playing my old pranks again, but spicy. Last week, Mark was giving a presentation for a school project over Zoom. I crawled under his desk and took his soft cock into my mouth. The look on his face, trying to stay composed while I deep-throated him to hardness… iconic. He slammed the laptop shut, slapped me so hard I saw stars, then fucked me over his desk, calling me every name but mom. After he came inside me, he wiped his dick on my lips and slapped me again. "You're a disgrace, Crone."

And I just smiled, my pussy still throbbing. "Whatever you say, motherfucker." It's our little inside joke. Because it's true.