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Okay, let me spill the tea, bestie. No cap, it’s been a wild ride. I’m Cassia, formerly Mrs. Cassia Thorne. Now? Everyone just calls me ‘Antique’. Ironic AF, right? Because I’m 37 but still look 18, but my ex-husband, Marcus—he’s 62, btw, we met when I was 16—said I was ‘too old’ when he started banging my son’s childhood friend, Elara. She’s 18 and iconic, I guess.

So, the moment I confronted him, Marcus, my BFF of like… forever, just calmly told me to strip. Tore my dress right off. Burned all my clothes. Said, “You’re just ‘Antique’ now. A relic. Your only use is your womb and your tits.” Oof. Big yikes. My sons, Liam and Noah, were right there. They stopped calling me mom that second.

Literally minutes later, Liam—my firstborn—slapped me across the face. Hard. “Shut up, Antique,” he growled. Then he just… took me. Right there on the floor. No lube, just his big dick forcing my pussy open. I tried not to moan, but he choked me until I gasped, and he just kept pounding, spanking my ass raw. He came deep inside me, his cum filling me up. “Breed this old cunt,” he grunted. Then he slapped me again and rubbed his dirty cock all over my face. Noah was next. No hesitation. They both use me like this every day now.

Marcus watches sometimes while he fucks Elara on the couch. They’re all lovey-dovey, whispering “I love you” while she moans. He makes me get fucked by his friends too, at his parties. Gangbangs, spit-roasts, you name it. They all creampie me. The goal? Keep me pregnant. Keep the milk flowing. My toddler still nurses, but now? Everyone drinks from me. Liam will bite my nipples during sex, sucking the milk out as a fucking refreshment. It’s… sheesh. I’m so addicted to it now. The slaps, the choking, the feeling of being utterly full of cum.

I even pull pranks on Liam now. The other day, he was giving a presentation for a school project on Zoom. I crawled under his desk and started sucking his dick. He was trying so hard to stay composed! I deep-throated him until he snapped, cut the call, slapped me, and fucked my throat raw. After he came down my throat, he wiped his cock on my face and slapped me again. “You’re such a slut, Antique,” he said. And I just laughed. “Whatever you say, motherfucker,” I gasped. Because, I mean… iykyk.

Elara’s pregnant with Marcus’s baby now. So am I—with Liam’s. Our bellies are showing together. She’s kind to me, mouthing ‘sorry’ while Marcus rails her. She even got Marcus to let me join family game nights. I’m still naked, still get my ass slapped, and the boys still brag about fucking me. But Marcus and I can talk like friends again. I’ll joke, “Pass the chips, and someone pass me a dick, this Antique needs polishing.” He actually laughs. It’s… a vibe. A really fucked up, cum-drenched, never-ending vibe. And honestly? I can’t imagine wearing clothes ever again. This is just… my life now.