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(Story Title: The Cuckquean)

Okay, so, huff… let me spill the tea. I’m Evelyn Thorne, 37—oof, easy, Mark!—and I’m currently getting railed by my son, Michael, while I try to explain how I ended up as the household… ah, fuck! Right there!… the household cuckquean. No cap.

So, my husband, Robert—he’s 62, for the record—was fucking our 18-year-old neighbor, Chloe. Iconic, right? I found out, had a whole main character moment, and his “punishment” was taking everything—my clothes, my boujee four-seat Porsche, all of it. Said I was “too old” now. Big yikes.

Now I’m just… this. Naked Evelyn, the free-use cuckquean. Mmm, yes, just like that, baby. My pussy is literally always leaking, it’s so fucking frustrating not having a dick in it 24/7. So when Robert let the boys—my own sons—hate-fuck me? I low-key became addicted. The rougher, the better.

Ah! See? Like that! Michael just slapped my ass so hard my eyes watered. He’s got my tits in a death grip, biting my nipples to get the milk out. It hurts so good. And he’ll be like, “Shut up, cuckquean, and take this dick.” And I’m like… yes, sir.

I pull little pranks on him in public—like, I’ll just start grinding on him at the grocery store—just to see that angry face before he drags me off to wreck me. He’ll cum inside me, wipe his cock on my face to mark me, then smack—slaps me right to the floor. It’s my favorite thing.

And get this—Robert and Chloe are pregnant and in love, and I’m knocked up with Michael’s baby. We’re all one big, happy, fucked up family. Robert spits in my mouth sometimes as a joke, calls me his “old cuckquean.” And I just laugh and tell him his spunk tastes better than his excuses. Oh god, Michael, I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop! Yeah… this is my life now. And you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way.