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Okay, so, besties, buckle up because this tea is scalding hot and I’m literally shaking while I spill it. No cap. I’m Sloane, and this is how I became the household… well, everyone calls me “Hand-Me-Down” now. Iconic, right? A total joke about being old and used, which is high-key hilarious because look at me—I’m 37 but I still look 18, and I’m currently bent over the kitchen island at a family BBQ, getting my ass slapped raw.

So, yeah. My ex, Robert—he’s like 62, btw, we had a whole age-gap thing since I was 17—caught me catching him with our family friend, Elara. She’s 18 and was low-key in love with our son, Liam, but that’s… whatever. Robert didn’t even get mad. He just said I was “too old” and made me strip right there. Burned all my clothes. The ultimate glow down.

Anyway, so now I’m always naked. Period. And Liam, my 20-year-old son, stopped calling me mom that same day. He and his brother, Aiden, started using me that night. It was… rough. Like, slapping my face, choking me, calling me Hand-Me-Down while they fucked my pussy raw kind of rough. For a while, I hated it. But then… Ooh, fuck, Aiden just pinched my nipple so hard.

Mmm… sorry. Where was I? Right. My mind kinda… broke. I got addicted. I can’t stand a single second without a dick inside me now. It’s a problem. So I started pulling pranks again. Like, last week, I walked into Liam’s room while he was gaming with friends online, got on my knees, and just started sucking his cock while he was trying to talk strategy. He was so shook trying to stay composed. He slapped me so hard after, called me a slut, and then fucked my throat until I gagged.

So now, I’m at this dumb gathering, spilling my origin story to Robert’s business partner, Mr. Hayes, while Liam fondles my tits from behind. My pussy is dripping, I’m so empty. Liam just squeezed my breast and milk shot right into Mr. Hayes’s whiskey glass. Sheesh.

“Don’t mind that,” Liam says, slapping my ass. “Hand-Me-Down’s milk is for everyone. Right, you thirsty bitch?”

I just laugh. “You know it, motherfucker.”

WHAP! He smacks my face for that one. It stings, but it just makes my cunt clench. “You’re not my mother,” he growls in my ear. “You’re just a hole. Meet me in the garage after this. I’m gonna breed you again.”

My whole body shudders. Yes. That’s all I want. I turn back to a wide-eyed Mr. Hayes, my cheek burning, milk leaking from my nipple. “So, as I was saying… after the divorce, Robert still keeps me around to get pregnant. The milk supply, you know? Gotta stay useful.”

It’s so messed up. But, iykyk… I’m not even mad anymore. I’m just… hungry. Always so fucking hungry for it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think my son is ready for me.