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My Story Time:

So, okay, bestie, let me spill the tea. I’m, like, totally bare-ass naked in the middle of game night. No cap. My ex, Charles—he’s 62, I’m 37 but, sheesh, I still look 18—is cuddled up with his new wifey, Chloe. She’s 19 and glowing, fr. My son, Jason, is just… his hand is right there on my tit, squeezing it like a stress ball while he talks fantasy football with his dad. I can feel my milk starting to leak. Oof.

So I’m telling my old friend, Sarah, how I got here. “Girl,” I whisper, my pussy already dripping just from Jason’s thumb circling my nipple. “It all started when Charles caught me crying over him and Chloe. He was like, ‘You’re old news, Sloppy Seconds.’ That’s my name now, by the way. Iconic, right?” Aah! Jason just pinched my nipple hard, twisting it until a thin stream of milk hit his knuckle. He brought his hand to his mouth without even looking at me. “Anyway, he took all my clothes and burned them. Said if I wanted to stay, I had to be… useful.”

Sarah looks shook, but my daughter, Ashley, slaps my ass so loud it echoes. “Stop calling her ‘girl,’ Sloppy. You’re just the house cunt. Spill the tea faster so I can get a glass of milk.” She grabs my other breast and starts painfully squeezing it into a tumbler. The sensation is… fuck. Mmm. My clit is throbbing.

“So, Jason and his brother,” I gasp, as Jason’s other hand slides between my legs, two fingers plunging into my cunt. “They were the first to… test the new house rules.” He curls his fingers, and I see stars. “Ooh! They’d just… come into whatever room I was in, push me down, and… Aah!” Jason slaps me across the face, sharp and sudden.

“Don’t get distracted, Sloppy,” he grunts, then turns back to his dad. “Yeah, so I benched the running back, total bust.” He’s talking football while his fingers are literally inside me, pumping rough and fast. I’m trying not to moan but it’s so deep. My juices are soaking his hand.

“The thing is,” I pant to Sarah, my voice trembling, “after a while… my brain just broke. I got addicted. I need a cock inside me 24/7. I can’t stand the emptiness.” I feel Jason’s fingers leave, making me whimper. He wipes them on my cheek. “Jason here, my little motherfucker—”

SMACK. Another slap. My face stings. “You’re not my mother,” he says calmly, then smirks at Charles. “Remember that time I came in her five times in one night? She was walking funny for a week.”

Charles laughs, nuzzling Chloe. “Sounds about right for our Sloppy Seconds. Always ready.”

Jason stands up, his dick already hard. He pulls me out of my chair by my hair. “You’re done talking. Time for your after-game refreshment.” He pushes me onto the floor, and before I can even get on my knees, he’s behind me, his cock slamming into my desperate, empty pussy in one brutal thrust. OH, FUCK! YES!

I cry out, my story forgotten. This is all I need. His hands are on my hips, pounding into me, and all I can choke out is, “Don’t stop! Breed your Sloppy Seconds! Fill me up!” I’m gonna cum so hard. This is my life now. And honestly? It slaps.