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Alright, besties, spill the tea. So, here I am, Daisy—or I guess, "Boomer"—that’s the new name my ex, Robert, gave me after he caught me crying over his texts with his new teen girlfriend, Lily. I’m 37, but, no cap, I still look 18. Robert is 58. He married me right out of high school, said I was his forever girl. Plot twist: forever ended when Lily, who was low-key in love with our son, Jake, decided she wanted Daddy instead.

So, after the big confrontation, Robert was like, "You're too old, Boomer. Clothes are for the young." And he made me strip right there in the kitchen. My favorite sundress, my heels… everything went into a donation bin. I've been fully naked ever since. It’s been… a journey.

Right now? Oof, Jake—my 19-year-old son—is fucking me from behind on the living room floor. His dick is so deep in my pussy, I can feel it in my throat. Sheesh. He stopped calling me ‘mom’ the day the clothes came off. Now I’m just ‘Boomer’, the household milk dispenser and free-use cunt.

And get this—Robert’s over on the couch with Lily. He’s eating her out while she moans, “I love you, Daddy,” and he’s whispering back, “My perfect girl.” The contrast is… iconic. I’m getting slapped across the face by my own son to make me moan louder, while two feet away, it’s all tender whispers and genuine love. The NTR is real, and it’s spicy as hell.

Jake’s grip on my hips is brutal. “Take it, Boomer,” he grunts, his cock pounding my cervix. I’m trying to hold in the moans, I really am, but the slap comes again—crack—and a gasp tears out of me. “Fuck! Yes!” My pussy is dripping, clenching around him. I’m so ashamed of how good the rough stuff feels now.

He bites my shoulder, one hand snaking around to pinch my nipple hard. A jet of warm breast milk sprays out—I’m still lactating from my toddler—and he laughs against my skin. “Refreshments,” he mumbles, sucking on the other nipple while he never stops thrusting. The sensation is insane—the pain, the pleasure, the humiliation of feeding my adult son like a baby while he fucks me.

I can see Robert watching us over Lily’s thigh, his eyes dark with a twisted pride. He’s not turned on by me; he’s turned on by his control. He made this happen. He told Jake and his friends to use me, to breed me, to keep my tits full of milk for the whole house to drink. And then he divorced me for being a slut. The irony is not lost on me, but honestly? My brain is too busy short-circuiting from the feel of Jake’s cock.

“I’m gonna cum in this old pussy,” Jake snarls, his pace becoming frantic. His fingers dig into the bruises on my ass. “Fill you up, make you pregnant again.”

“Do it, you motherfucker!” I scream back, embracing the stupid inside joke. He is a literal motherfucker. It makes him slam into me harder.

With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt. I feel his cock pulse and the hot flood of his cum shooting deep into my womb. I clench around him, my own orgasm ripping through me, white-hot and devastating. For a second, the world is just pleasure and release.

Then it’s over. He pulls out, his slick dick dripping with our mixed fluids. Before I can catch my breath, he grabs my hair, turns my head, and rubs his cock all over my face, smearing his cum from my forehead to my chin. “Marking my property, Boomer,” he says, his voice flat.

Then, slap. Another stinging hit to my already red cheek. “Now get lost. I’m done with you.”

I collapse on the floor, a leaking, used-up mess, as Jake zips up and walks away. On the couch, Robert is now fucking Lily missionary, kissing her softly. He glances at me, a puddle of tears and cum on the hardwood, and gives me a faint, almost friendly smile. “You good, Boomer?”

Lily mouths ‘I’m sorry’ over his shoulder, her eyes full of pity even as she moans.

And me? I just lie here, my son’s cum seeping out of my well-used pussy, my body throbbing, and my heart… weirdly calm. This is my life now. And the scary part? I’m starting to like it.