My Steamy Story: Wife narrating while getting fucked by s...

My Story Time:

Look, bestie, I have to spill the tea on what happened with my own sons. No cap, it’s so fucked up, but after my husband, Robert, took all my clothes and gave me the degrading title “The Relic” — yeah, the irony is not lost on me, I look 18 — my mind just… broke. I’m 37, but you’d never know it. My oldest, Liam, is 19, and my other son, Noah, is 17. They haven’t called me ‘mom’ in months.

So, picture this. I’m fully naked, always, my tits still leaking milk from the toddler Robert and I had before he moved his 18-year-old girlfriend, Chloe, into our bed. I was in the living room, trying to just exist, when Liam and Noah cornered me. Liam’s hand cracked across my face so hard my vision blurred. “On your knees, Relic,” he grunted.

I dropped, my pussy already dripping. OOF, I know, but I’m addicted to this now. I took Liam’s thick cock into my mouth, deep-throating him until I gagged, tears streaming. Noah shoved his dick into my cunt from behind, ramming into me with no mercy. The sounds were obscene—wet slaps, their grunts, my choked moans around Liam’s shaft.

They switched. Liam fucked my pussy while Noah face-fucked me. “Swallow it, you used-up whore,” Noah snarled, and I did, gulping down his salty cum as he came down my throat. Liam slapped my tits, biting my nipples until I cried out, then slammed back into my cunt. “This tiny cock that came out of you is gonna knock you up again, Relic,” he growled, and I came around him, my body betraying me completely.

They both came inside me, filling my womb. As they pulled out, Liam rubbed his slick cock over my face, smearing their mixed cum, then delivered a final, stinging slap. “Now get lost.” I collapsed on the floor, used and dripping, but already craving the next time. My own sons. Period. Sheesh.