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My Story Time:

Alright, let me spill the tea on how I, Savannah Miller, ended up as the household’s free-use “Retiree.” No cap, it’s a whole saga. So, picture this: I’m 37, but I look like I could be my own kids’ 18-year-old sister, right? My husband, Robert, is 58. We had a whole age-gap love story—he knew me since I was a kid, waited till I was 18 to marry me. We were besties, fucking like rabbits every day. I was the perfect stay-at-home wife, lactating for our toddler, thinking life was iconic.

Then I caught him with Lily. Sweet, 18-year-old Lily, who was supposed to be my son Eli’s future wife. The betrayal was… oof. When I confronted him, Robert, my own husband, calmly told me I was “too old.” He said, “You’re used up, Savannah. A retiree.” Then he made me strip. Ripped my clothes off right there and burned them. Said from now on, everyone would call me Retiree. And just like that, I was permanently naked.

My mind broke pretty fast after that. Robert moved Lily into our bedroom and told my sons—Eli and his younger brother, Ben—to “take care of me.” To keep me pregnant so my tits would always be full of milk for the whole household. The first time they used me… God, I tried not to moan. But Eli just slapped me across the face, hard, and snarled, “You’re not our mom anymore, Retiree.” He shoved his dick into my dry pussy while Ben forced his cock down my throat. They fucked me raw, creampied me over and over, slapped my tits to make the milk spray, and bit my nipples until they bled. It was so rough, so abusive… and somewhere in the haze of pain and humiliation, a switch flipped. I got addicted. I needed it.

Now? Now I can’t stand a single second without a cock inside me. Which brings me to right now.

I’m at a family game night—Lily finally convinced Robert to let me join as a “friend.” I’m fully naked, of course, my pregnant belly round next to Lily’s. I’m trying to tell my story to Robert’s business associate, Mr. Davies, who’s eyeing me like I’m the main course.

“So, yeah,” I say, as Eli’s hand snakes around from behind me and roughly palms my leaking cunt. “After the divorce—which is hilarious, because Robert divorced me for fucking other men when he made me do it—I just embraced it. I’m the household Retiree. The milk cow. The free-use—”

“Ah!” I gasp, interrupting myself as Eli pinches my nipple hard, a sharp sting that makes my milk dribble out. He leans in, biting the other one, sucking hard. The pull on my tit sends a jolt straight to my clit. My daughter, Chloe, smirks and slaps my ass with a loud crack. “Stop spilling tea like you’re somebody’s mom, Retiree. You’re just the slave that serves us. Remember that.”

“She’s right,” Eli says, pulling his mouth off my nipple with a pop. He spits right into my open mouth. I moan, savoring it, swirling my tongue like it’s a kiss. “You’re just a set of holes for us to use. Isn’t that right, motherfucker?”

I smirk up at him. “Takes one to know one, you literal motherfucker.”

SMACK. His hand connects with my cheek, the pain bright and sharp. My head snaps to the side. “Meet me in my room after this,” he growls, his voice low. “I’m gonna fuck that smart mouth shut.”

My pussy clenches around nothing, dripping onto the floor. I’m so empty. I turn back to Mr. Davies, my face stinging, my body humming. “See? That’s the dynamic. Anyway, as I was saying… the best part is the milk. Anyone want a drink?”

I arch my back, offering my swollen, bitten tits. This is my life now. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.