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(Degrading Title: 'The Castoff')

Okay, so, besties… spill the tea? No cap, it’s a whole saga. I’m Avery Finch—well, I was Mrs. Avery Blackwell. Now? Just The Castoff. I’m 37, but I look 18, which is the whole ironic gag of my life, period.

It all started when I caught my husband, James—he’s 62, btw, we’ve got a 20-year age gap, iconic—banging our family friend, Lily. She’s 18, gorgeous, and was low-key in love with our son, Ethan. The whole thing was a mess. When I confronted James, he was like, “You’re too old, Avery. You’re used up.” Then he just… took my clothes. Every. Single. Stitch. Told me if I wanted to stay under his roof, this was my new uniform. He moved Lily into our bedroom that night.

So, there I was, fully naked, 24/7. And I mean, immediately, my sons changed. Ethan and his younger brother, Noah, stopped calling me mom. The first time? Minutes after James left me standing there, Ethan just walked up, looked me dead in the eye, and slapped me right across the face. Then he pushed me against the wall, yanked my hair back, and fucked me right there in the hallway. It was so rough, I couldn’t breathe. He came inside me, pulled out, and spat right in my open mouth. I choked on it. Then he slapped me again and said, “Get out of my sight, Castoff.”

That became the routine. They’d use me whenever, wherever. Slapping my face so they didn’t have to see their mother. Choking me until I saw stars. And they always, always came inside me. James’s new rule: I had to stay pregnant to keep producing milk for the whole household. My tits weren’t just for my toddler anymore; they were the family dairy. Everyone drank from me—James, the boys, even my daughters, Chloe and Mia, who started twisting my nipples until I screamed, squeezing my milk into their glasses.

The mind-break was real. After enough private parties where I was just a gangbang hole for James’s friends… something broke. But not in a sad way? I got… addicted. I started craving it. The slaps, the spit, the feeling of a cock stretching my pussy raw. I’d wake up with Ethan’s dick already inside me, and instead of crying, I’d moan and beg for him to go harder.

I even got my sense of humor back. I started pulling pranks. Like, one time, Ethan was giving a speech to some of his college friends in the living room. I crawled under the table, fully naked and still leaking cum from an earlier round, and just started sucking his dick while he tried to talk about macroeconomic policy. His voice kept cracking, it was so funny. Of course, as soon as his friends left, he dragged me to his room, slapped me so hard my vision blurred, and fucked me senseless. After he came, he wiped his dick on my face and slapped me down to the floor. “Don’t you ever embarrass me like that again, you stupid Castoff,” he growled. But I just laughed, because I knew he loved it.

Things got… better, in a messed-up way. Lily—sweet girl—convinced James to at least be friendly with me again. We can joke around now, like old times. He even joins in sometimes, like at family game night. I’ll be sitting there naked, and he’ll just casually pull my head back, hock a loogie into my mouth—I swallow it, duh—and then slap my ass like it’s a high-five. The boys will be groping my tits, drinking my milk, and bragging about how many times they creampied me this week. “Yeah, Castoff took all three of us in the garage yesterday,” Noah will say, and I’ll wink and go, “Gotta keep the milk flowing, motherfuckers!” That always earns me a slap, but it’s worth it.

So, that’s the tea. I’m The Castoff. I’m always naked, always used, always dripping someone’s cum from my pussy or my mouth. And you know what? I fucking love it. This broken, used-up thing is the happiest I’ve ever been. Now, if you’ll excuse me… Ethan just crooked his finger at me from the hallway. Time for my after-dinner servicing. Don’t be a stranger.