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The Crone.

Yeah, that’s me. No cap. The official degrading title my ex, Franklin Prescott, gave me after he traded me in for his new teen girlfriend, Lily. I’m Sienna, by the way. Sienna Hale, 37, The Crone. It’s on the police reports and everything, sheesh. And right now, I’m at a family barbecue, spilling the tea to my old friend Chloe about how I ended up like this, while my son Ethan’s best friend, Jake, is literally squeezing my breast milk into his glass.

So, I was Mrs. Franklin Prescott, iconically bougie housewife, mother of three—Ethan, 18, Chloe Jr., 16, and baby Ben. My favorite hobby was low-key teasing Ethan to see him get all flustered. I’d be like, “Oh, looking strong, son. Those football muscles treating Lily right?” because I knew he and our family friend Lily had a thing. I was totally shipping them, bestie! I was trying to be the cool mom.

Then I caught Franklin, 62, balls-deep in Lily, 18, in his study. The confrontation was… a lot. He calmly told me I was “too old,” that my time was up. He made me strip right there, every last stitch of my iconic mini-skirts and sandals. He burned most, but he sold my favorite little black dress to his business rival. I heard the guy jerks off into it. Big yikes.

Oof! Aah! Sorry, Jake just pinched my nipple hard to get the last drops. Anyway, so I’m standing there, fully naked, pussy already leaking just from the humiliation, and Franklin looks at Ethan and goes, “Your mother is The Crone now. She stays naked. She’s to be bred. Her milk is for the household.” And Ethan… my sweet boy… his eyes just glazed over. He walked up to me, called me “Crone” for the first time, and slapped me right across the face.

Mmm… Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm…! deep, gagging sounds Sorry, had to take Ethan’s dick down my throat real quick. He heard me talking. Where was I? Right. That first night, I had to beg to sleep in his bed. He let me, but only if I let him fuck me. He spit in my open mouth while he did it, called me a used-up whore. I hated it… at first.

But after weeks of him, his friends, Franklin’s business partners using me in these brutal gangbangs… my mind just broke. I got addicted. I needed a cock in me every second. I started pulling my old pranks again, but spicy. Like, I’d sneak under the dinner table and start sucking Ethan off while he tried to talk about his day. He’d slap me, drag me to his room, and fuck me senseless. After he came inside me, he’d wipe his dick on my face and slap me again. I’d laugh and call him a motherfucker. It’s our thing.

Aah! Chloe Jr. just slapped my ass and told me to make her a sandwich. See? They’re learning from my example. Don’t end up like me, girls. Stay young, stay a slut for your man.

Franklin divorced me for “whoring,” which is the most ironic shit ever. But Lily—sweet Lily—convinced him to be civil. Now we have family game nights! I’m still The Crone, still naked, still getting my tits bitten for milk and my ass slapped, but Franklin and I are cool again. He even spits in my mouth as a friendly hello now. I joked the other day, “At least this Crone comes with a lifetime supply of milk.” He laughed and slapped my face. It’s a whole vibe.

And look at us now! Lily’s pregnant with Franklin’s baby, showing beautifully. And my belly? Ethan’s bastard. I’m just a walking milk factory, always wet, always ready. And you know what? I’m finally happy. I get my best friend back, I get my fix of rough, abusive cock whenever I want, and I get to see my son’s angry face every day. It’s a win-win.

Now if you’ll excuse me, Ethan just whispered he wants to see me in the garage after this. Gonna get my ass beat and my pussy filled. Can’t wait. Period.