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

My Story Time:

Alright, bet. Let me spill the tea on how I went from suburban housewife to the household's permanent, fully-naked milk dispenser and free-use cunt. My name was Chloe Finch, but now? They just call me 'Old Yeller'. Yeah, the irony isn't lost on me, bestie. My husband, Richard—he's 62, I'm 37 but look 18, no cap—caught me crying about his affair with my son Mark's childhood sweetheart, Lily. She's 18. Richard looked at my tear-streaked, baby face and said, "You're too old, Chloe. Chronologically. A used-up bitch." Then he walked to my wardrobe while I was still naked from my shower and took everything. My entire closet. Donated it all to his golf buddies. "From now on," he said, "you're just Old Yeller. You don't need clothes."

It started minutes later. My own sons, Mark and Jason, walked in. They didn't call me mom. Mark just slapped me across the face, hard. "On your knees, Old Yeller." I was sobbing, but I obeyed. Jason shoved his dick in my mouth while Mark took me from behind, his cock ramming into my pussy with zero warm-up. It was a brutal, choking spit-roast. They slapped my tits, twisted my nipples until I screamed around Jason's shaft. "Breed this old cunt," Mark grunted, pounding me. "We need her milk flowing." They both came inside me, filling my pussy and my throat. I swallowed, gagging. When they finished, Mark pulled out and rubbed his cum-dripping cock all over my face before slapping me again. "That's so we don't have to look at our mother's face."

Now, I'm always naked. My pussy is constantly dripping with their cum. Richard and Lily have passionate, loving sex on the living room couch while I'm on my hands and knees in the same room, getting railed by one of Richard's business partners. He’s choking me, his fat cock sawing into my raw cunt, while he suckles milk straight from my tit. "Good girl, Old Yeller," Richard calls out from between Lily's thighs. "Keep that milk coming."

My mind broke. I'm addicted. The slaps, the choking, the feeling of being completely filled. I started pulling pranks again. Yesterday, I visited Mark at his college campus. He was giving a presentation. I crawled under the podium, took his soft cock into my mouth, and got him hard while he tried to talk about econ. The look on his face was iconic. He dragged me to a janitor's closet afterward, slapped me silly, and fucked me so rough I saw stars, his cum flooding my womb. As he wiped his dick on my face, I giggled, "What's wrong? Can't handle your Old Yeller?" He slapped me again for that. But I just smiled. This is my life now. My pussy is always ready, my tits are always full, and the only thing I'm thirsty for is more.