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Okay, so, you want the tea on how I, Chloe Westfield, ended up as the family milk dispenser and free-use cocksleeve? Buckle up, bestie. It’s a whole saga.

So, there I was, 37 but looking like I just finished my freshman year of college, right? Married to David, who’s like, 62. Age-gap king, no cap. We had it all: three kids—Liam, Noah, and little Sophie, plus a toddler, Emma, who I was still breastfeeding. David and I were fucking like rabbits, everywhere, all the time. I was so happy, so stupid.

Then I caught him. With Elara. She’s 18, my son Liam’s childhood sweetheart. I’d literally been joking for years, calling her my future daughter-in-law. The betrayal was…oof. I confronted David. He didn’t even deny it. Just looked at me and said, “You’re too old, Chloe. Used up.” Used up! Me! Looking like this!

That’s when he took my clothes. Every last stitch. Told me I didn’t deserve to wear them anymore. Donated them to some fetish auction. I was standing there, fully naked, shaking, when my own sons walked in. Liam and Noah. They didn’t see their mom. They saw a naked slut.

Liam was the first to slap me. Aah! Right across the face. “Shut up, Old News,” he said. That’s my name now. “Old News.” Because I’m past my prime, even though my pussy’s still tight and my tits are full of milk. The irony is iconic.

David just watched. “You need to stay pregnant,” he told me. “We all like the milk. Let the boys use you. Let anyone use you.” Then he walked off to fuck Elara in our old bedroom. I could hear her moaning his name. They’re in love, it’s disgustingly genuine.

So, the boys… they started using me. Right then. Liam shoved his cock in my mouth while Noah took me from behind. It was rough, abusive. They’d slap my tits, twist my nipples until milk sprayed out, choke me while they fucked my throat. Mmm, mmm, mmm! I tried not to moan, but they’d hit me harder until I screamed.

It broke me. But then… something switched. I got addicted. I needed a dick inside me every second. The slaps, the spit—Aah!—they’d pull my hair back, hawk a loogie right in my mouth, and I’d… I’d savor it. It was the closest I got to a kiss.

David divorced me out of “disgust” for being a gangbang slut… that he created. The mental gymnastics, sheesh! But he kept me here. I have no room. I beg Liam or Noah to let me sleep in their beds for warmth. In exchange, I’m their all-night cock warmer.

Now, my mind’s gone. I’m just “Old News.” My own daughters, Sophie and Emma, they slap my ass and demand I squeeze my milk into their glasses. They’re being taught: don’t end up like me.

But you know what? I lean into it. I make jokes about my name. I pull pranks. Like, I’ll sneak under the table during dinner and start sucking Noah’s dick while he’s trying to talk to Elara. He has to stay composed, but his face… priceless! He always slaps me after, fucks me raw, and cums inside me as payback. And I love it. I call him a motherfucker—I mean, he is—and he slaps me again to remind me I’m not his mom. Just a slut.

Elara’s kind, though. She got David to at least be friendly with me again. We talk like old pals now. He even spits in my mouth as a joke, a little bonding moment. We’re all one big, happy, fucked-up family.

Speaking of… Ooh! Sorry, Liam’s here. He just shoved his cock back in my pussy from behind. He must have heard me talking. His hand is in my hair, pulling… Aah! He’s slapping my ass, telling me to shut up and take it. He’s biting my nipple, drinking my milk straight from the tap while he fucks me. Says he’s gonna cum inside, keep me bred and milky for the whole house.

And you know what? I’m gonna thank him for it. Because this empty, used-up feeling? It’s the only thing that feels real anymore. Now if you’ll excuse me… Oh, fuck! I’m gonna… I’m cumming! Don’t stop… fill me up!