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Okay, besties, so this is it, the full tea on how I became… The Withering. Yeah, that’s me. The name’s Lily Finch, but you can forget that. Just call me Withering. Ugh, right there, yes… fuck, your cock feels so good inside me. Sorry, my son, Marcus, is just… mmph… finishing up.

Where was I? Right. Spilling it all. So, I was 37, but like, looked 18, no cap. Had just given birth to our toddler, so the milk was flowing. My husband, Robert—he’s 58, for the record, married me when I was 17, iconic, I know—was fucking our son’s childhood crush, Chloe. She’s 18, still in high school. I walked in on them in our bed, and I was like, “Robert, what the actual fuck?”

He just looked at me, all calm, and said, “You’re too old now, Lily. Chronologically. It’s over.” Then he told me to strip. I was so shook, I did it. He gathered every single stitch of my clothes—my boujee heels, my miniskirts, everything—and had them burned in the backyard while I stood there, fully naked. He said, “From now on, you’re just ‘the Withering.’ A used-up thing. But your body is still useful.”

The minute my clothes were ash, my eldest, Marcus, who’s 20, walked in. He looked at my bare pussy, my tits leaking milk, and just… smirked. Robert nodded at him and said, “She needs to stay pregnant to keep producing milk for the household. Make sure of it.”

And Marcus did. He slapped me across the face so hard I saw stars, then shoved me against the wall and rammed his bare cock into my cunt. No lube, just rough, angry thrusts. I tried not to moan, but he kept slapping my tits, pinching my nipples until milk sprayed, choking me while he fucked me. He came deep inside me, his cum mixing with my own wetness, and then he slapped me again and said, “Get out of my sight, Withering.”

That was just the beginning. Robert moved Chloe into our bedroom, and I had to beg Marcus to sleep in his bed for warmth. Every night, the deal was the same: rough, abusive sex where he’d fuck my pussy or my throat until he passed out with his dick still inside me. He’d wake up and start again. Robert and Chloe would have loud, loving sex everywhere—the kitchen counter, the living room floor—while I got used like a fleshlight.

Then came the parties. Robert’s friends, Chloe’s dad—who used to be my film director, BTW, total GOAT—they’d all use me. Gangbangs, spit-roasts, you name it. I’d have one cock ramming my throat, another pounding my pussy from behind, a third guy slapping my ass red while he sucked milk straight from my nipples. They’d all creampie me, one after another, and Robert would make me keep the cum on me as my only “clothing.” I’d just rinse the smell off in the shower, but leave it on. I was just a cum-covered, milk-dispensing hole.

My mind… broke. But in a good way? Oof, don’t stop, baby, just like that… I got addicted. The pain, the rough handling, the feeling of being full of cock and cum… it’s all I think about now. I even started pulling pranks on Marcus again. Once, when he was giving a speech at a college event, I crawled under the podium, fully naked and dripping, and started sucking his cock while he tried to talk. He had to excuse himself, dragged me to a janitor’s closet, slapped me, fucked me senseless against the mop bucket, came in my pussy, wiped his dick on my face, and slapped me again for embarrassing him. It was… everything.

Chloe, sweet girl, she mouthed ‘sorry’ to me once while Robert was eating her out. She eventually got Robert to be… nicer. We can talk like friends now. I support their relationship. I even gave Chloe tips on how to deepthroat Robert better, since I used to do it all the time. We’re both pregnant now—her with Robert’s love child, me with… probably Marcus’s or some random guy’s from the last orgy. My baby will be raised as my grandchild. Irony, period.

So yeah, that’s my tea. I’m The Withering. A naked, cum-soaked, milk-filled addiction on legs. And you know what? I’m finally happy. Now, who’s next? I need another cock in me, stat. Sheesh, I’m so fucking empty…