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My Story Time:

My name is Evelyn Finch. Or, it used to be. Now everyone just calls me Old Yeller. Yeah, period. And I’m currently bent over the kitchen island, my son Liam’s cock buried deep in my pussy from behind while I try to spill the tea to his friend, Jake, who’s waiting his turn. Liam just slapped my ass hard, so—oof!—bear with me, bestie.

So, there I was, 37 but looking 18, right? My husband, Richard—he’s 62, btw, total silver fox—caught me crying over finding his texts with Lily, our 18-year-old neighbor. The one I used to call my future daughter-in-law? Iconic. I was like, “Rich, you’re cheating!” And he just shrugged, all calm, and was like, “You’re too old, Evie. Numbers don’t lie.” Then he told me to strip. Said my clothes were for young girls, not chronologically ancient MILFs. I was shook, but I did it. He donated every stitch to a thrift shop. Said now men could jerk off dreaming of the girl I used to be.

The second my dress hit the floor, my oldest, Liam—19—just… looked at me. Not like a son. His eyes went dark. Richard just nodded at him and said, “She needs to stay pregnant. We all like the milk.” And then Liam pushed me against the wall. No cap, it was the first time. He was choking me, slapping my tits, calling me Old Yeller as he fucked my pussy raw. I tried not to moan, but he’d slap my face every time I held back. “Louder, you used-up bitch,” he’d grunt. He came inside me that very first time, marking me. Now, it’s just… normal.

Richard divorced me out of “disgust” for being a gangbang slut—the irony is so fucking spicy—but he keeps me here. Liam and his brothers use me daily. They never call me mom. Just Old Yeller. And yeah, my mind broke. I’m addicted. I need their cocks, the slaps, the creampies. I wake up most days with one of them already inside me, suckling milk from my tits like they’re toddlers again. It’s… fuck, yes, Liam, just like that!

Sometimes, to make them mad, I’ll pull a prank. Last week, I followed Liam to his college campus, fully naked and still dripping his friend’s cum from my mouth. He was giving a presentation for his debate club, and I just crawled under the podium and started sucking his dick while he was talking. The look on his face! Sheesh. He tried to keep his composure, but his voice cracked. As soon as he could, he dragged me to a janitor’s closet, slapped me so hard I saw stars, and fucked my throat until I gagged, then came in my pussy. After, he wiped his dick on my face and slapped me again. “You humiliating motherfucker,” he said. And I just laughed, because… iykyk. I am. I’m their literal motherfucker.

Lily—sweet Lily—tried to get Richard to be nicer. So now, we have family game nights. I’m still naked, and the boys still grope me and talk about how many times they’ve bred me this week, but Richard and I can joke like we used to. I even make jokes about my name. “Old Yeller’s still got bite,” I’ll say, winking as someone slaps my ass.

Right now, Liam’s pumping another load into my cunt, and Jake is unbuckling his belt. Lily and Richard are probably fucking lovingly in the next room. And me? My pussy is clenching, I’m about to cum, and I’m already thinking about which of my sons I’ll tease next. Because this is my life now. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way. Don’t stop, baby, I’m—oh my god, I’m cumming! Fill your old mom up! Yeah… breed me.