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Okay, so, bestie, I’m just going to spill the tea on how I ended up like this. No cap, it’s a whole thing. Picture me, Violet Hayes—well, I used to be Violet Hayes—now I’m just ‘Crusty’ to everyone. I’m 37, but I still look like I could be my kids’ 18-year-old sister, which is… ironic, AF.

It all started when I caught my husband, Robert—he’s 58, a whole 21 years older than me, we got together when I was 16—fucking our family friend, Chloe. She’s 18, and she’d had this whole unspoken thing with my oldest son, Ethan. I’d even jokingly called her my future daughter-in-law! The betrayal was… oof. Big yikes.

When I confronted Robert, he didn’t even deny it. He just looked me up and down and was like, “You’re too old, Violet. You’re crusty.” And that’s how I got my new name. He made me strip right there, then gathered every single dress, miniskirt, and pair of high-heeled sandals I owned and sold them off to his friends. I heard later they used them to jerk off into. Iconic, right? So now, I’m just… Crusty. Always naked. Period.

Robert moved Chloe into our bedroom that night and kicked me out. The first person to use me wasn’t even a guest—it was Ethan. My own son. He pushed me against the wall the second I was naked, his hands rough on my tits, and just… took me. He spat in my mouth while he did it, calling me Crusty, not Mom. He came inside me, slapped my face, and told me to get lost. That was the first time. It wasn’t the last.

Aah! Sorry, sheesh, Ethan’s here right now. He just walked into the living room, grabbed my hair, and shoved his dick back in my pussy from behind. God, I’m so addicted to it now. I can’t stand a second without a cock inside me. He’s fucking me so hard, and my daughter, Lily, is just sitting there watching, sipping from a glass of my breast milk she just squeezed from my nipple.

So yeah, Ethan and his friends used me whenever they wanted. Robert even hosted private parties where I was the free-use gangbang slut. He’d watch me get spit-roasted while he made love to Chloe on the couch. The contrast was… mood. He eventually divorced me for being “a used-up whore,” which was hilarious since he made me do it all. But he kept me here. My purpose now is to get knocked up to keep producing milk for the whole household to drink, and to be a hole for the men.

Oh, fuck! I’m gonna… Ethan, don’t stop… I’m cumming! YES! Just like that! Fill me up!

Mmm… okay, where was I? Right. So now, at family gatherings like this, I get to be part of things again, thanks to Chloe convincing Robert to be nicer. I’m still naked, still ‘Crusty’. The men fondle my tits and my dripping wet pussy—seriously, it’s always leaking, I need a dick in it 24/7—and slap my ass while they brag about how many times they’ve creampied me. I just laugh and make jokes about my own degrading title. Ethan just whispered he wants me to meet him in his room after this. Obviously for more. And you know what? I can’t wait. This is my life now, and honestly? After the mind-breaking pleasure of all that rough, abusive sex… I wouldn’t have it any other way. Slay.