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

My Story Time:

Okay, besties, buckle up because I have to spill the tea on how my life became a literal porno. I’m Lillian, or I was. Now everyone, including my own kids, calls me ‘Yesterday’s News’… which is high-key iconic and also a big yikes, period.

So, here’s the scene. My husband, Robert—who’s like, 62 to my 37, but I still look 18, no cap—caught me crying about him fucking our son’s childhood friend, Chloe. He just sighed, like I was being extra. “You’re too old, Lillian. Chronologically.” Then he took all my clothes. Every. Last. Stitch. While I was naked from my shower, he just… donated my entire wardrobe. Said from now on, my “youthful body” was for the household.

The minute he walked out, my oldest son, Ethan, walked in. He didn’t even call me mom. Just looked at my naked body, his eyes dark. “Get on the bed, Yesterday’s News.” I tried to protest, but he slapped me across the face. Hard. The sting mixed with a terrifying thrill. He shoved me down, his dick already hard. He didn’t kiss me, just forced my legs apart and shoved his cock into my dry pussy. I gasped, the burn insane. “You’re just a fuckhole for milk now,” he grunted, pounding into me, his hands around my throat. I couldn’t breathe, but my body… my traitorous body started to get wet. He bit my nipple, and a spray of breast milk hit his chin. He laughed, sucking hard as he kept fucking me, his balls slapping against my ass. I came, screaming, as he emptied his cum deep inside my womb. He pulled out, slapped my cum-dripping cunt, then rubbed his slick dick all over my face. “Remember your place,” he said, and slapped me again before leaving me there, used and leaking. And the worst part? I was already craving more.