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Title: The Old Bag

Okay, so, spill the tea bestie. This is so fucking wild, I can't even. So my name is Lily… well, was. Now everyone just calls me the Old Bag. No cap. My ex, Robert—he’s like, 62, I’m 37 but look 18, it’s a whole thing—caught me catching him and my son’s childhood crush, Chloe, going at it in our bed. He was like, “You’re too old, Lily.” And I’m standing there, baby face, lactating for our toddler, like… sir? So he made me strip. Ripped my clothes right off and burned them. Iconic. Now I’m just… naked. Forever.

So, here’s the tea. Robert doesn’t fuck me anymore. He’s all about Chloe, his “sweet little teenager,” and their love is, like, disgustingly genuine. But he still wants my milk. So he tells our sons—Ethan and Josh—to “take care of me.” Meaning, get me pregnant again so the milk keeps flowing. The irony of him divorcing me for fucking other men when he made me do it? Big yikes.

So now… oh fuck, Ethan, just like that… yes! Sorry, he’s fucking me from behind right now, it’s hard to concentrate. Where was I? Right. So my sons don’t call me mom. It’s just “Old Bag.” And they use me. Hard. Like, slapping my face, choking me, biting my nipples until milk sprays into their mouths while they rail me. They always finish inside. Gotta keep me bred, right?

And Robert and Chloe? They’ll be fucking right on the couch next to us, him whispering how tight her little pussy is, and she’s moaning, “I love you, Daddy!” while trying to mouth ‘sorry’ to me. It’s a whole vibe.

After the first few times… I broke. Now? I’m addicted. I need a dick in me constantly. So I pull pranks. Like, I’ll sneak under the table during a family game night and start sucking Josh off while he’s trying to play Monopoly. He has to stay composed, but his face… sheesh. Then he drags me out, slaps me, fucks me rough, cums in my cunt, wipes his dick on my face, and slaps me again. I just laugh and call him a motherfucker. I mean… he is.

The best part? Chloe convinced Robert to be nicer. So now we have movie nights! I’m still naked, people still grope me and drink from my tits, and the boys brag about how many times they’ve creampied me this week. I just joke, “What can I say? This Old Bag still holds a lot.” We’re all pregnant now—me with my son’s baby, Chloe with Robert’s. Her pregnancy is celebrated. Mine? It’s just to keep the milk on tap. And you know what? I’m fine with it. This is my life now. Just a naked, cum-filled milk dispenser. And honestly? It slaps.