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

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, spill the tea? Fine. But you gotta understand, I’m a little… busy right now. Oh, god… right there, Alex, don’t stop… Sheesh, my son’s dick is just… ugh, so good.

So, yeah. I’m Elara. Was Elara Finch, then Elara Thorne. Now? I’m just ‘Worn-Out’. That’s my name. Period. My husband, Marcus—he’s like, 62, I’m 37 but look 18, no cap—caught me crying about his affair with Chloe, our son Alex’s childhood sweetheart. He was like, “You’re too old, Elara. Time to retire.” Then he burned all my clothes. Iconic, right?

So now I live here, fully naked, 24/7. My own sons, Alex and Ben, stopped calling me ‘mom’ the second my last bra hit the fire. Now they call me Worn-Out. And they use me. Hard.

Like right now. Alex has my hips in a death grip, his cock pounding my pussy raw from behind. He slaps my ass, hard. “You like that, Worn-Out?” he grunts. And I do. OMG, I do. My mind broke after the first dozen times. Now I’m just addicted. I need a dick inside me constantly. I’m leaking his cum from last round and my own breast milk is dripping everywhere because of the toddler I’m still feeding.

Ben is in front of me, shoving his cock deep down my throat. I gag, tears in my eyes, but I suck, because I need it. He pulls out just to slap my face. “Swallow, you thirsty slut,” he says, and I do, gulping his cum before he rams back in.

Marcus watches from the couch with Chloe curled in his lap. They’re whispering “I love yous” while my sons spit-roast me. The irony is not lost on me. Marcus made me do this—told me to get fucked by anyone to stay pregnant and make milk for the house—then divorced me for being a slut. Big yikes.

But honestly? This is my life now. After they’re done, they’ll cream-pie me, slap my cum-covered face, and I’ll go beg to sleep in one of their beds for warmth. And tomorrow, I’ll probably pull a prank, like suck Alex off while he’s on a Zoom call, just so he’ll get mad and fuck me rough again. It’s the only thing that feels real anymore.

Chloe mouthed ‘sorry’ to me earlier. Sweet girl. She’s trying to get Marcus to be nice to me again, maybe let me join movie night. But let’s be real. I’ll still be naked, men will still grope me and drink from my tits. But at least I’ll get to make a joke about my name. ‘Worn-Out’? Please. This pussy is the GOAT.

Oh, fuck, I’m gonna… both of you, don’t stop… I’m cumming! YES! Just like that! Fill me up!