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Title: The Household Hand-Me-Down

Okay, bestie, so you want the tea on how I ended up like this? Aah! Sorry, my son Jake just slapped my ass so hard while he’s pouring a drink. Mmm, yeah, right there. Where was I? Right. So, I’m Elara, 37, but I look like I could be my kids’ boujee older sister, no cap. My husband, Silas, is 62. I had my first kid at 18 with him, right out of high school. Iconic, right? I was the witty, fashionable housewife, living my main character life in miniskirts and heels.

Then I found his texts with Chloe. Ooh! Fuck, sorry, Jake’s friend just pinched my nipple so hard. They love the milk. Anyway, Chloe is 18, she grew up with Jake—they had this whole deep, unspoken love thing. I used to ship them! Joke’s on me, I guess. Silas saw her and was like, ‘She’s young.’ And I was suddenly ‘too old.’ The day I confronted him, he made me strip. Tore my favorite dress right off me. Took every single stitch I owned and gave it to his business buddies. Told me they’d be jerking off with my clothes, wrapping my panties around their dicks. He wanted everyone to see my ‘youthful’ body and my humiliation.

So now I’m the Household Hand-Me-Down. That’s my title. That’s all anyone calls me. Not ‘Mom.’ Not ‘Elara.’ My own kids look at my naked, leaking pussy and see a servant. Silas and Chloe fuck everywhere—the kitchen island, the living room couch—and I just have to watch, my cunt dripping on the floor. Aah! God, yes! That’s my other son, Liam. He just hocked a thick, gross loogie right into my open mouth. It’s the closest I get to a kiss now. Swallow it, Hand-Me-Down.

I wasn’t touched for weeks. Just pent up, leaking everywhere. Then Silas let the boys hate-fuck me. And bestie… I got addicted. The rough sex, the slaps, the spit—it’s all I have. So now, at family stuff, I get fondled, my tits bitten for milk, my ass red from slaps, while they all brag about fucking me. Oh, fuck! I’m gonna… I’m cumming! See? I can’t even tell a story without one of them filling me up. It’s my life now. I’m the Hand-Me-Down. And you know what? This dripping, used-up pussy wouldn’t have it any other way. Period.