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Story Title: The Hand-Me-Down

Okay, so, spill the tea, bestie. You’re next, right? Just… let me get through this. Oof! God, yes, right there, you little… motherfucker. Sorry. Where was I? Right. So, I’m Elara Finch. Was Elara Thorne. I married Silas Thorne when I was 18 and he was 42, iconic age gap, right? We were besties, low-key the GOAT couple. Had our boys, Liam and Noah, and our daughter Chloe, and little Ben, the toddler. I was 37 but looked 18, no cap. Silas loved it. We fucked all the time. I was still breastfeeding Ben when I found the texts. Silas and… ugh, Amelia. Our neighbor’s kid. She was 18, still in high school, and she and Liam had that whole unspoken love thing. I’d joke she was my future daughter-in-law. The irony is so fucking spicy.

I confronted him. He just… smiled. Said I was “too old.” That my time was up. Told me to strip. He didn’t rage. He was so calm as he gathered every stitch of my clothing—my favorite sundress, my heels—and donated it all. Said from now on, everyone would call me “The Hand-Me-Down.” Because I was… passed over. Used up. Even though I literally looked like Amelia’s classmate. The second I was naked, he called the boys in. “She needs to stay pregnant. She needs to make milk for the household. You know what to do.” And Liam… God, Liam just looked at my naked body with this disgusted hunger and said, “Got it, Dad.”

That was the last time anyone called me Mom. Mmph! Sorry, Noah’s dick is so deep in my throat. He’s fucking my face while Liam… ah! Fuck! Liam is pounding my pussy from behind. They don’t stop. They slap me to make me moan, they choke me so I gag on Noah’s cock. They cum inside me, every time. To breed me. To keep my tits full of milk. Silas watches sometimes, while he’s fucking Amelia on the couch. They say “I love you” while my sons are railing me. After they finish, they… nngh! They wipe their dirty cocks on my face and then slap… yeah, just like that. To remind me I’m not their mother.

I sleep in Liam’s bed now. I have to beg. I trade my body for warmth. He falls asleep with his cock stuffed in my cunt. I wake up with him already fucking me. And you know what? My mind broke. I’m addicted. I need it. So now I pull pranks. Like last week, I went down on Liam while he was giving a presentation to his gaming club online. His little friends saw everything. He had to stay composed. After, he dragged me out, slapped me, fucked me raw in the alley, and came inside me. Then he slapped me again. I just laughed. I call them “motherfucker” as a joke. They hate it. It makes them fuck me harder.

Silas divorced me. For being a slut. The slut he created. The police report when I had to go deal with Chloe’s school fight listed me as “Elara Finch, 37, The Hand-Me-Down.” Everyone knows. Amelia’s pregnant now. Silas’s baby. So am I. Probably Liam’s or Noah’s. It doesn’t matter. My belly is big, my tits are leaking, and any man who visits drinks straight from the tap. That’s my life. I’m The Hand-Me-Down. A worn-out toy for the boys to use, a milk cow for the house, and a lesson for Chloe. See this, baby girl? This is what happens when you get old. So find a good man in high school. Be his youthful slut. Let him fuck you as much as he wants for as long as he wants. Enjoy it… before you get passed down.

Oh, fuck. I’m gonna… both of you, don’t stop… I’m cumming! YES! Just like that! Fill me up! Mmm… See? It’s not so bad. Okay. Your turn. I’m ready. Be rough. It’s all I understand now.