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Title: The Old Rag

Okay, so, spill the tea. My name is Chloe, but honestly, nobody's called me that in months. Not since my husband, Marcus—he's 48, BTW, a whole 30 years older than me—decided my 18-year-old-looking-ass was "too old" for him. The irony, right? I gave birth to our first at 17, so I'm 37, but I look like I should be picking a prom dress. Anyway, he caught me crying about finding his texts with Lily, our 18-year-old neighbor who had a whole thing with our eldest son, Jake. Instead of apologizing, he waited until I got out of the shower, gathered every stitch of my clothing—even my favorite high-heeled sandals—and torched it all in the backyard. He looked me dead in the eye, my body dripping wet and bare, and said, "From now on, you're just the Old Rag. A used-up thing we keep around for utility." And just like that, I was permanently naked.

The mind-fuck started immediately. Before the ashes were even cold, Jake, my 20-year-old, walked in. He didn't see his mom. He saw a free-use hole. He slapped me across the face so hard I saw stars, hissed "Shut up, Old Rag," and shoved me over the kitchen counter. No foreplay, just him forcing his dick into my dry pussy from behind. I tried to stay quiet, but he kept hitting my ass and back, his fingers digging into my hips. "Moan for me, you worthless Rag," he grunted, and I couldn't help it—a broken gasp tore out of me as he pounded harder. He came inside me with a groan, then pulled out and wiped his still-dripping cock all over my face before slapping me again. "Now get lost."

That was just the first time. Now, it's my normal. Marcus only fucks Lily—they do it everywhere, laughing and saying "I love you" while he calls her his "beautiful teenager." Meanwhile, I have to beg Jake most nights to sleep in his bed for warmth. The payment is letting him use my body as his personal cocksleeve. He’ll fall asleep with his dick buried in my used pussy, sometimes suckling my lactating tits for milk in his sleep. I'm constantly pregnant—Jake and his friends make sure of that—so my milk never stops. Everyone drinks it. My daughters twist my nipples to fill their glasses, sneering at me.

The best part? Marcus divorced me "out of disgust" for being a gangbang slut... the gangbangs he sets up. The cognitive dissonance is wild. But Lily, sweet Lily, she’s the only one who tries. She mouth "sorry" to me while Marcus fucks her on the living room rug. She convinced him to let me join family game nights. So now, I sit there fully naked, my pregnant belly (Jake's baby) next to Lily's pregnant belly (Marcus's baby), while the men fondle my tits and slap my ass, bragging about how many times they came in me this week. I just make jokes about it. "Guess this Old Rag's still good for something!" I'll say, and Marcus will actually chuckle. My mind is broken, bestie. All I crave now is the next rough fuck, the next cock filling me, the next slap that makes me feel something. I'm not Chloe anymore. I'm just the Old Rag, and honestly? I'm finally okay with it.