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Title: The Story of "Leftovers"

Okay, so, I’m Lana. Or, I was Lana. Now everyone just calls me Leftovers. No cap, that’s my name now. And I’m spilling the tea while my son, Kyle—don’t call him my son to his face, he’ll slap me—is currently balls-deep in my pussy from behind. Mmm, fuck, yes! Right there, you motherfucker!

Oof! See? He hates that. But it’s true! His little dick I pushed out of this cunt is now pounding back into it. Anyway, bestie, let me set the scene. I’m 37 but look 18, right? My husband, Richard—he’s 62, we have an iconic age gap—caught me crying over him fucking our family friend, Elara. She’s 18. He looked me dead in the eye and was like, “You’re too old, Lana. But your body’s still useful.” Then he tore my clothes off and burned them. Period.

So now I’m always naked. “Leftovers.” Aah! Kyle just slapped my ass so hard, I swear. And he’s drinking my breast milk straight from my tit while he fucks me. It’s a whole thing. Richard makes me get pregnant so the milk never stops. For everyone. My daughters, Chloe and Sophia, they’ll just walk up and twist my nipples to fill their glasses. They’re learning, I guess. Don’t end up like mom. Be a good little slut while you’re young.

Oh god, Kyle’s cumming! He’s filling me up, yes! He always does. Gotta keep me bred. Mmm… okay, he’s pulling out. Here comes the face rub. He’s smearing his cum all over my… yep. And the slap. Aah!

There it is. He just yeeted my ass to the floor. I’m lying here, dripping, and my other son, Jake, is walking over. He’s got that look. Guess I’m telling you the rest while he uses my mouth. So, the moral is: get addicted to the abuse, embrace the degrading title, and maybe your ex-husband will spit in your mouth as a friendly gesture during game night. Sheesh. Now open wide, Jake… Mmm, mmm, mmm…