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Story Title: The Old Hag

Okay, so, spill the tea. My name is Lila Finch. I was Mrs. Lila Sterling, 37, but I look 18, no cap. My husband, Robert, is 52. We were iconic, besties, fucking like rabbits every day. We had three kids: James (19), Sophia (16), and little Ben (2, still breastfeeding, so my tits are full of milk). I was the ultimate stay-at-home housewife, living my best life in my little miniskirts and high-heeled sandals.

Then I caught Robert. With Chloe. My son James’s childhood sweetheart, the girl I always called my “future daughter-in-law.” She’s 18, still in high school. I confronted him in our bedroom after my shower, totally naked, my hair still wet. He just looked at me, all calm, and was like, “You’re too old, Lila. Chronologically. It’s over.” Then he walked to my closet and started pulling out all my clothes—every skirt, every blouse, everything. I was like, “What are you doing?” He just said, “You don’t need these anymore. From now on, everyone will call you ‘the Old Hag.’” Then he carried it all out to have it donated. I was standing there, barefoot and dripping, completely exposed. That was that.

Chloe moved in that night. Into my bedroom. Robert told me I could sleep on the living room floor or… I could beg my son. So I did. I went to James’s room, totally naked, my nipples hard and leaking a little milk. “Please,” I whispered. “Let me sleep here. I’ll… I’ll do anything for your warmth.” He looked at me with so much disgust, but then he smirked. “Get on the bed, Old Hag.”

He didn’t wait. He slapped me across the face, HARD. Then he pushed me down, his dick already out. He didn’t kiss me, just shoved his cock into my pussy raw. It hurt, but OMG, it was so full. He fucked me rough, slapping my tits, twisting my nipples until milk sprayed out, choking me while he pounded. “You’re not my mom,” he grunted, slapping my face again. “You’re just a used-up cunt.” He came deep inside me, his cum flooding my womb, and then he shoved me off the bed. “Now you can sleep,” he said, and turned over.

That was just the first night. It became routine. James and his friends. Robert’s business partners. I was always naked, always covered in a layer of drying cum that I’d only half-wash off, just to keep me slick and ready. They’d suck my nipples for milk mid-fuck, biting down so hard I’d scream. Robert would watch sometimes while fucking Chloe on the couch, telling her he loved her, and she’d moan his name, mouthing “sorry” to me between gasps.

My mind… broke. But in a good way? I stopped fighting it. The rough sex, the slaps, the constant creampies… I got addicted. I started wanting it. I’d pull pranks. Once, when James was giving a presentation to some friends in the den, I crawled under the table and started sucking his dick while he tried to talk. He had to finish his sentence while I deep-throated him. Sheesh, the look on his face! After, he dragged me to the garage, slapped me, fucked me so hard against the car I saw stars, came in my mouth, and then rubbed his dick all over my face to mark me before slapping me again for embarrassing him. “You’re such a thirsty Old Hag,” he spat.

Robert divorced me, saying he was disgusted I’d fuck our son and his friends… the irony, bestie, I can’t even. But he let me stay. Chloe, sweet Chloe, finally convinced him to be nicer. Now we have family game nights. I’m still naked, of course—though Robert sometimes lets me wear this flimsy low-cut apron dress with sandals if we have guests—and the men still grope me and drink my milk straight from the tap. James will slap my ass and brag about how many times he came in me that week, and I’ll joke, “What can I say? This Old Hag’s still got it!” and everyone laughs.

Chloe’s pregnant with Robert’s baby now. So am I—with James’s. Our bellies show at the same time. Hers is a product of love. Mine is just to keep my milk flowing for the whole household. But you know what? I’m fine with it. When I feel a cock stretching my pussy open, or a slap stinging my cheek, or taste cum dripping down my throat, I don’t think about anything else. It’s all I need. I’m the Old Hag, and honestly? I’ve never been happier.