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Okay, so… Aah! Fuck, sorry. My eldest, Caleb, is really going at it from behind right now and he just… Aaah!… slapped my ass so hard. Let me just… Mm Mm Mm Mm… Ooh, god.

You wanted the tea, right? On how I, Cassandra Finch, ended up as the household Cumrag? It’s a whole saga, bestie. No cap.

It all started when I walked in on my husband, Robert—he’s 62, I’m 37 but look 18, it’s a whole thing—fucking my son’s childhood sweetheart, Lily Dawson. I was shook. I was like, “Robert, what the actual fuck?” And he just… calmly told me I was “too old.” Me! Looking like this! He said Lily, who’s 18 and still in high school, was his real love now. Then he made me strip. Tore my clothes off and burned them. Iconic, right?

So now I’m “Cumrag.” That’s my name. Even to my kids. Robert moved Lily into our bed and told me… Ooh, right there, Caleb… he told me if I wanted to keep producing milk for the toddler, I needed to get pregnant again. And since he wouldn’t touch me, he said the boys could handle it.

Caleb and his brother Ben… Aah!… they started using me that same day. No warning. Just… taking what they wanted. It was rough, abusive, they’d slap my face so they didn’t have to see their mom. I hated it at first, tried to stay quiet, but they’d choke me and hit me until I screamed.

After a few weeks of that, and some… intense… private parties with Robert’s friends… my brain just broke. In a good way. Now? I’m fucking addicted. I need a dick in me 24/7. I even pull cheeky pranks on my sons. Like, I’ll crawl under the table during dinner and start sucking Ben off while he’s trying to eat. He has to stay composed, but his face gets so red! Then he drags me out, slaps me, and fucks me stupid as payback. It’s our thing.

Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum! Caleb, don’t stop! Fill me up! YES!

…Sorry. Where was I? Right. So Robert divorced me out of “disgust” for sleeping around… even though he made me do it. The irony is not lost on me. But Lily, sweet girl, she convinced him to be nicer. Now we have family game nights. I’m still naked, the men still fondle me and drink my milk straight from the tap, and my sons still brag about fucking me right in front of me. But Robert and I can joke around like friends again. I even made a joke about my name. I said, “They call me Cumrag because I’m always cleaning up their messes!” Sheesh, right?

Anyway, that’s the spill. Now, you said you wanted a turn? Just… be rough with me. And call me Cumrag. It’s the only name I answer to anymore.