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My Story Time:

Okay, bestie. You want the full, unfiltered tea? Strap in. My name’s Chloe, but everyone, including my own kids, just calls me Crumbcatcher now. Period. I’m 37, but I look 18, no cap. My husband, Robert—he’s 62, we met when I was 16—just traded me in for a newer model, Lily. She’s 18 and was low-key in love with my oldest son, Ethan. But Robert has that… rizz, I guess. Anyway.

So after I caught them, Robert was like, “You’re too old, Chloe.” And then he took all my clothes. Burned them. Said from now on, I’m just the household milk dispenser and free-use hole. The Crumbcatcher. Iconic, right? Minutes after I was standing there naked, my son Ethan walked in. He looked at me, his own mother, with this mix of disgust and hunger, and just… slapped me across the face. “On your knees, Crumbcatcher,” he said. And I did. Because what else was I gonna do?

That was months ago. My mind is… broke. But in a good way? Now, all I think about is cock. Specifically, Ethan’s cock. And his brother Jake’s. And the cocks of any man Robert invites over for his private parties. Which is where I am right now.

Let me paint the scene for you. I’m bent over a pool table, my pregnant belly—thanks to Ethan—pressed against the felt. Ethan is behind me, his dick pounding my pussy raw, his hand fisted in my hair. “You like that, you used-up slut?” he grunts, slapping my ass so hard I see stars. “Yeah… yeah, fuck me!” I moan, the words just falling out. Across the room, Robert is on a couch with Lily. They’re making love, all slow and passionate, him whispering how beautiful she is. He’s fucking her pussy so gently. Meanwhile, Ethan rams into my cunt like he’s trying to break me.

“Gimme your milk, whore,” Ethan snarls, leaning down to bite my nipple. I gasp as he suckles hard, my breast milk shooting into his mouth while he never stops thrusting. It’s so fucking good. Jake is in front of me, shoving his dick down my throat. I gag, tears streaming, but I suck him deep, swallowing around him. I’m being spit-roasted by my own sons, and I’m high-key addicted to it.

“I’m gonna cum!” Ethan shouts, and I feel his cock pulse, flooding my womb with his seed. He always creampies me. Gotta keep the milk flowing. He pulls out, slaps my face, and rubs his messy dick all over it. “Marked, Crumbcatcher.” Then smack. Jake finishes in my mouth, and I swallow every drop, licking his shaft clean.

They shove me off the table, and I collapse on the floor, a leaking, cum-filled mess. Robert and Lily are cuddling, her head on his chest. She mouths ‘sorry’ to me, but I just smile. I don’t need his love. I’ve got their hate-fucks, and my own twisted jokes. Later, at a family game night (I’m allowed to attend now, thanks to Lily), Ethan will brag about how many times he came in me today. I’ll wink and say, “What can I say? This motherfucker knows how to fill his Crumbcatcher.” He’ll slap me again, and whisper he’s gonna fuck me twice as hard later. And I’ll just laugh, because honestly? That’s the only thing that makes me feel anything anymore. My pussy is literally dripping just thinking about it. Sheesh. What a life.