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(Okay, so. Deep breath. I’m trying to tell you this story, but my son Liam is, Ooh, fuck, he’s pounding into me from behind right now, and his brother Mason just finished in my mouth, so… Aah! Sorry. Where was I? Right. Spilling the tea on how I became “Old News.” Yeah, that’s me. That’s what everyone calls me now. Don’t use my real name, Amelia. I’m just Old News.)

It all started when I caught my husband, Robert—he’s 62, I’m 37 but look 18, no cap—fucking our family friend, Chloe. She’s 18. I used to joke she’d be my daughter-in-law for Liam, but… Aah! God, Liam, right there! Mm Mm Mm… Anyway. Robert looked me dead in the face, told me I was “too old,” and made me strip right there in the kitchen. Ripped my dress, yeeted my heels. Burned everything. Said if I wanted to stay under his roof, this was my new uniform. My own fucking skin.

The second I was naked, my boys changed. Liam, my oldest, just… walked up and grabbed my tits. Mason slapped my ass. They didn’t call me mom. Robert told them, “She’s here to get pregnant. Keep her full of milk.” And they listened. That first time, Liam shoved me against the wall, no lube, just spit on his dick and— Aah! Fuck! Just like that, baby, yes! —he rammed into my dry pussy while Mason watched, hard in his hand. I tried not to moan, so he slapped me. Hard. Across the face. Told me to be louder. And I… I did. I came screaming.

It was like that for weeks. They’d use me whenever. I’d beg to sleep in Liam’s bed so I wouldn’t freeze in the living room. He’d let me, but only if I let him fall asleep with his cock buried in my cunt. Waking up to him already fucking me… it broke something in me. I started needing it. Craving the slaps, the choking, the feeling of their cum flooding my womb. I’d see them and my pussy would get wet. I started playing pranks again. Like, one time, Liam was on the phone with his bank, and I got on my knees under the table and took his soft cock into my mouth until he was hard and stuttering. He had to end the call. He slapped me so hard my vision went white, then bent me over the couch and fucked me until I saw stars. After he came inside me, he wiped his dick on my face and slapped me again. Called me Old News. And I… I laughed. I called him a motherfucker. It’s an inside joke. Because it’s true.

Robert divorced me, said he was disgusted I’d fuck our sons. The irony, bestie. He’s the one who ordered it! He only drinks my milk now, straight from the tap, while he fucks Chloe on the kitchen island. They’re in love, it’s actually kind of iconic. Chloe’s sweet. She got Robert to be nice to me again, like we’re friends. I’m even invited to movie nights. I sit there naked, my tits leaking, while the boys fondle me and brag about how many times they came in me that day. I make jokes about it. What else can I do?

Now, Chloe’s pregnant with Robert’s baby, and I’m pregnant too—probably Liam’s or Mason’s, who even knows. My belly’s showing. But mine’s just for milk. I’m just… Old News. A worn-out fucktoy who can’t go five minutes without a cock in her. Speaking of… Oh, god, Liam, I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop! Fill me up! YES! Aah! Aah! …Fuck. Okay. Sorry. So, yeah. That’s the tea. Now, who’s next? My pussy’s free and my mouth is lonely.