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Okay, bestie, so let me spill the tea about how I ended up here. My name is Isabella “Izzy” Finch, but you—and literally everyone else in my house—just call me Crusty. Iconic, right? I’m 37, but I still look like I could be a freshman at your local college, no cap. My husband, Gregory—Greg—is 58. We were that age-gap couple, married when I was 18. We had three kids: Liam (19), Noah (17), and our daughter Chloe (15). We also had a toddler, Emma, which is why my tits are, like, constantly full of milk. Anyway, I caught Greg fucking our family friend, Lily—she’s 18, total jailbait, and she used to have the biggest crush on Liam. The drama!

So, after I confronted him, Greg was like, “You’re too old, Crusty.” The audacity! He told me to strip. Right there in our bedroom. Tore my favorite little black dress right off me. He gathered every single stitch of clothing I owned—all my iconic miniskirts and high-heeled sandals—and donated them to his buddies. He said, and I quote, “Let them jerk off with your memory.” Big yikes. Then he moved Lily into our room. I was kicked out, fully naked, forever.

That’s when everything changed. The boys stopped calling me Mom. Liam looked at my naked body, my pussy already dripping just from the humiliation, and the first slap came. Aah! He spit right in my open mouth, told me I was just Crusty now, and that was it. He fucked me right there on the hallway floor. It was rough, abusive, and… fuck, I hated how much my body reacted. Noah joined in soon after. They’d slap my face to make me moan, choke me while they rammed their cocks down my throat, and always, always creampie me. Greg’s orders. He wanted me pregnant to keep the milk flowing. He’d watch sometimes while fucking Lily on the couch, telling her what a good girl she was.

It broke me. And then… it didn’t. I got addicted. I can’t stand a single second without a dick inside me. Now, I pull pranks on the boys. Like, I’ll sneak under the table during one of Liam’s gaming streams and start sucking his cock while he’s trying to talk to his viewers. He has to stay composed, but I can feel him getting harder in my mouth. Mmm, Mmm, Mmm, Mmm, Mmm, Mmm… Sorry, had to finish him off. He just came down my throat. Anyway, he always slaps me after for embarrassing him, calls me a stupid slut, and then fucks me even harder. It’s our thing. I’ll even joke, “What’s wrong, motherfucker?” and he’ll hit me again. It’s… it’s everything.

Now, at family gatherings, I’m just here. Naked. Getting my tits fondled and bitten for milk—Ooh! Easy, that one left a mark—and my ass slapped whenever someone makes a joke about how many times the guys have fucked me. My own daughter, Chloe, she’ll twist my nipples to fill a glass, telling me this is what happens when you get old. She says she’s going to marry young so she never ends up like me. I just laugh and make a joke about my name. “At least Crusty is well-seasoned,” I’ll say, and Greg, who’s actually being kinda friendly now, will chuckle and slap my ass so hard I see stars. Aah! He’ll spit in my mouth too, a big, thick loogie, and I have to swallow it all or get hit again. I love it. I need it. Lily’s pregnant with Greg’s baby, and so am I—probably Liam’s or Noah’s. We’re both showing. She’s got a love story; I’ve got this. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way. Don’t stop… I’m gonna… I’m cumming! Just like that! Fill me up!