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Okay, so, spill the tea. My name was Eleanor Vance. Now, everyone just calls me Old News. No cap, it's iconic. I'm 37, but I look like I could be my own kids' CO-ED sister. This is me, fully naked, my pussy dripping just thinking about it, while my son Caleb’s best friend, Marcus, stares at me like I’m his next meal. Caleb and my other son, Ben, are playing video games in the corner, ignoring us. Peak.

It all started when I caught my husband, Richard—he’s 62, by the way, total DILF energy back in the day—fucking our family friend, Lily. She’s 18, still in high school, and the girl my Caleb had been in love with since, like, forever. I walked in on them in our bed, and Richard just… didn’t stop. He looked at me over her shoulder and said, “You’re too old, Elle. Time’s up.” She mouthed ‘sorry’ between moans, which was low-key sweet but also, big yikes.

He made me strip right there. Took every stitch, even my sandals. Told me my clothes were being donated to a thrift shop so “real women” could wear them. Said from now on, my only purpose was to stay pregnant so the whole household could drink my milk. Then he divorced me. For having sex with other men. The men he told me to fuck. The irony is not lost on me, bestie.

The boys… they stopped calling me mom that day. Caleb was the first. He just walked up to me, fully naked and sobbing, and slapped me right across the face. “Shut up, Old News,” he said. Then he bent me over the same bed and… fuck. His dick felt so different from his father’s. Thicker. Younger. He fucked my pussy raw, choking me until I saw stars, and came deep inside me. “That’s for Lily,” he grunted, before spitting in my mouth and slapping me again. Ben watched, then took his turn. That was the start. They’d use me every night just to let me sleep in their bed for warmth. I hated it. Until… I didn’t.

Ooh! Aah! Sorry, Marcus just pinched my nipple so hard. Milk’s leaking. See? This is my life now. I’m just the household milk bar. Drink up, if you want. Mmm. Anyway, my mind kinda… broke. The rough sex, the slaps, the feeling of never being empty… I got addicted. I need a cock in me 24/7. I can’t stand a single second without one. So now, I lean into it.

I started pulling pranks again. My signature move? I’ll walk up to Caleb while he’s, like, trying to have a serious phone call, drop to my knees, and take his whole dick down my throat. He has to try and keep his voice steady while I gag on him. He hates it. So afterwards, he’ll drag me somewhere private, call me a stupid whore, slap me, and fuck me even harder to punish me. After he cums, he rubs his dick all over my face to mark me, then smack—one last slap so I hit the floor. It’s… everything.

Like right now. Caleb just finished a round in my ass and Ben’s taking over my pussy. Yes! Just like that! Don’t stop! I’m gonna… I’m cumming! Fuck! See? I can’t help it. Richard and Lily are genuinely in love, they’re having a baby, and I’m… Old News. But you know what? This broken, used-up pussy has never been happier. Now, who’s next? My mouth’s free and I’m still thirsty.