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Alright, so, spill the tea. My name's Chloe Finch, but literally no one calls me that anymore. Now, I'm just "Spent." Ironic, right? Because, I swear to god, I look 18, even at 37, but my ex-husband, Richard – he's 62, bestie, a whole daddy – said I was "too old" and "used up." So he took all my clothes. Every. Single. Stitch. Donated them. Said the sight of my "youthful" body was just a cruel joke. The audacity.

So here I am, at a totally "non-sexual" family game night, completely naked. My son, Jason – OW! Fuck, okay, hi Jason – just slapped my ass so hard. He's 19. And his hand is, like, right on my pussy now, just rubbing it while I try to tell you this. I'm literally leaking down my thighs, it's so embarrassing and… god, I need a dick inside me. I'm addicted, no cap. After Richard started fucking his new girl, Lily – she's 18 and actually sweet, low-key feels bad for me – he told Jason and his friends to "take care" of me. And they did. So. Many. Times. Until my brain just… broke. Now, it's all I think about.

Mmm… see? Jason's fingers are inside me now, and his other hand is twisting my nipple – Aah! – hard, I can feel the milk starting to leak. He's gonna drink it in a second, I know he is. He and his friends always do. "Refreshment," they call it. And they always, always finish inside me. Breeding me. Keeping me pregnant so the milk doesn't stop. For the whole household. It’s… Ooh, yes… it’s my only purpose now.

Anyway, so Richard and Lily are cuddling on the couch, genuinely in love, and I'm over here getting felt up by my own son while he brags to his uncle about how many times he came in my cunt this week. And I just laugh and go, "You tell him, you little motherfucker–" SMACK.

Okay, yeah, I deserved that. He hates when I call him that, even though it's true. He slaps my face, his fingers still buried in my wetness. "You're not my mother, Spent. You're just a hole. Meet me in my room after this. Don't be late." Then he gives my ass another sharp slap. My daughter, Emily, just smirks at me from across the room. She gets it. This is my life now. And honestly? After the initial shock… I'm high-key obsessed. I can't stand a single second without a cock stretching me open, without the sting of a slap. It’s all I crave. So yeah. That's my tea. I'm Spent. And I'm literally always… spent.