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(Story Title: The Castoff)

Okay, besties, gather round. No cap, this is the wildest tea I’ve ever had to spill. You’re looking at me, all 37 years young, still got this 18-year-old CO-ED bod, right? But now I’m just… The Castoff. That’s what everyone calls me. Not Mom. Not Sloane. Just The Castoff. And right now? I’m trying to tell you how I got here while my son Liam is literally balls-deep in my pussy from behind. Don’t judge, I’m addicted, period.

So, it all started when I caught my husband, Richard—he’s 63, btw, married me when I was 17—fucking our family friend, Chloe. She’s 18, iconic, and was low-key in love with Liam first. Whole mess. When I confronted him, Richard was like, “You’re too old, Sloane.” And then he made me strip. Took every stitch, even my favorite Louboutins. Donated all my clothes to his gross business buddies to jerk off into. Sold my Audi. The whole erasure.

Ooh! Fuck, Liam, right there! Aah! Sorry, he just slammed my head into the counter. Anyway. So I’m naked, my pussy is just dripping all the time, and Richard moves Chloe into our bedroom. They’re fucking constantly, like, true love vibes, it’s actually kinda sweet. Meanwhile, he tells Liam and his friends to “take care of me.” And by take care of me, he meant get me pregnant so I’d keep producing milk for the house. Liam stopped calling me mom that second.

Mmm! He’s biting my nipple so hard, drinking my milk while he fucks me. It’s… sheesh. So yeah, at first, the rough sex was… a lot. Slapping, spitting in my mouth, choking me. But after a few of Richard’s private gangbang parties? My brain broke in the best way. Now I’m just a dick-seeking missile. I can’t stand a second without a cock in my cunt.

Aah! He just pulled out and came all over my back. Don’t go, baby! I need it inside! Ugh, fine. See? That’s the addiction. So now, I lean into it. I pull pranks. Like, last week, I gave Liam a blowie under the table at a parent-teacher conference. He had to try and explain my son’s grades while I was deep-throating him. He was so mad after. Slapped me, fucked me raw in the car, then came on my face and called me his Castoff. And I was like, “You’re welcome, motherfucker.” Slap! Worth it.

Now, Richard and I are cool again, thanks to Chloe. We’re friends. He even spits in my mouth as a greeting now, it’s our thing. He’ll go, “Looking used up, Castoff,” and I’ll joke back, “Takes one to know one, old man.” We laugh. It’s… whatever. Chloe’s pregnant with his baby, I’m pregnant with Liam’s. Our bellies are gonna show together. I’ll be the wet nurse for both. My only purpose is to be a fuckhole and a milk bar. And you know what? After that last creampie Liam just gave me… I’m high-key living for it. My story? It’s messy. But the ending is always the same: filled up, slapped around, and called by my name. The Castoff. Now, who’s next? My pussy’s empty again and I’m thirsty.