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Okay, bestie, you wanna know how I ended up like this? Let me spill the tea. I’m Lila, well, I was Lila Evans, then Lila Harrington. Now? Everyone just calls me Old News. Ironic, right? Because my ex-husband, Robert—he’s 58, I’m 37 but look 18, no cap—said I was “too old” when he started fucking my son’s childhood friend, Chloe. She’s 18, still in high school, but the way Robert talks about her? She’s his “sweet teenager,” his “good girl.” It’s… a whole thing.

So, I confronted him. Big yikes. He just… looked at me with this cold smile and told me to strip. Tore my clothes right off, said if I wanted to stay under his roof, this was my new uniform. Burned everything. I’m standing there, fully naked, my tits still leaking milk from nursing our toddler, and… Aah! Sorry, my son, Liam, he’s 19, he just… he just slapped me right across the face. He hasn’t called me mom since that day. He and his brother, Ethan, they were on me before I could even process it. Robert just watched, sipping a drink, and said, “They’ll keep you pregnant. We all need the milk.” And then he went to find Chloe.

It was rough. So rough. They’d slap me, choke me, fuck my pussy and my throat at the same time, just to hear me gag. Cum inside me every single time. For months. I tried to hold in the moans, I really did, but the slaps… they’d force it out of me. Ooh… fuck. Ethan’s fucking me from behind right now, his cock so deep. And Liam’s just… he’s pinching my nipples, drinking the milk straight from the source. Says it’s refreshing. Mm Mm Mm… shit, he’s shoving his dick in my mouth, I gotta…

…Okay, I’m back. Sorry, had to finish sucking him off. Where was I? Right. My mind… it broke. But in a good way? I stopped fighting it. The feeling of a cock pounding into me, the slaps, the constant full feeling in my womb… I got addicted. I started wanting it. So I’d pull pranks. Like, I’d walk up to Liam while he was trying to have a serious phone call and just start sucking his dick. He’d try to stay composed, his voice all shaky, and then he’d finally snap, slap me, drag me off, and fuck me stupid. Afterwards, he’d wipe his cum all over my face and slap me again. I’d just laugh and call him a motherfucker. I mean, he is, right?

Robert divorced me, out of “disgust” for me fucking other men. The irony is iconic. He and Chloe are genuinely in love, though. I see them fucking all over the house, him whispering how perfect his “little girl” is. Meanwhile, I’m the household milk cow and free-use cunt. But you know what? Chloe’s actually sweet. She got Robert to let me join family movie nights. I’m still naked, everyone still fondles me and drinks from my tits, and the boys brag about how many times they’ve creampied me this week. I just make jokes about it. My daughter, Sophia, she’s 16, she’ll twist my nipple hard and say, “This is what happens when you get old, Old News. I’m gonna marry a good man young so he fucks me forever.” Robert pats her head and says, “That’s my girl.”

And now? Ooh… I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Fill me up! YES!… Whew. Now, both Chloe and I are pregnant, bellies showing. Hers is Robert’s, a product of love. Mine… is probably Liam’s or Ethan’s. Just a means to an end. But my pussy is always wet, always ready, always craving that next rough fuck. And you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way. So… who’s next?