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Okay, bestie, buckle up. Spilling the tea on how I became the family's favorite cum rag.

So, my name’s Elara, and my husband, Gregory, who’s like, 62 now, married me when I was barely 18. We had three sons—Liam, Noah, and our youngest, a toddler I was still breastfeeding. Life was a whole ass mood… until I walked in on Greg balls-deep in our son Liam’s childhood sweetheart, Chloe. She’s 18, still in high school, iconic, right?

When I confronted him, Greg was like, “You’re too old, Elara. You’re used up.” The AUDACITY, since I still look 18! He told me to strip. I refused, so he just… tore my clothes off. Ripped my favorite little sundress right off my body. He burned everything, period. From that moment, I was just… Naked. That’s what they all call me now. Not Mom. Not Elara. Just “Naked.” Even sweet Chloe has to call me that to his face, though she mouths ‘sorry’ when he’s fucking her brains out.

The second I was bare, my oldest sons were on me. Liam slapped me across the face so hard I saw stars. “We don’t have a mother anymore,” he spat, unbuckling his belt. Noah shoved me over the kitchen island. I felt his cock, my son’s cock, slam into my dry pussy from behind. It hurt, sheesh. He choked me while he fucked me, grunting, “Take it, you old slut.” I tried not to moan, but the slaps to my ass and tits forced it out of me. Liam forced his dick down my throat next, fucking my face until I gagged and tears streamed down my face. They both came inside me, creampieing my cunt and my throat. Greg watched the whole time, sipping whiskey while Chloe sucked him off.

That was just the beginning. They fuck me daily. It’s always rough. Slaps, bites on my nipples until they leave marks, choking. They drink my breast milk straight from the tap while they’re inside me. “Gotta keep the milk flowing, Naked,” Greg says, making me get pregnant over and over. The irony? He divorced me for “being a whore” for the sons he told to breed me.

My mind… broke. But, okay, no cap? I’m addicted now. I crave their cocks, the pain, the feeling of being full of cum. I started pulling pranks again. The other day, I found Liam giving a serious presentation on a Zoom call for school. I crawled under his desk and took his soft cock into my mouth. On camera! He tried so hard to keep his composure, his voice cracking. I deep-throated him until he was hard as rock, then I slid his dick into my pussy, riding him silently while he tried to answer questions. The second the call ended, he slapped me, called me a bitch, and fucked me so hard I saw God. After he came inside me, he wiped his messy cock all over my face and slapped me again. “You’re not my mother, you’re just Naked,” he growled.

Greg and Chloe are genuinely in love, fucking passionately everywhere. Meanwhile, I’m the free-use hole at their parties. Men line up to spit-roast me, gangbang me, coat me in cum. I don’t even wash it off properly anymore; it’s my only layer. Chloe, sweet girl, convinced Greg to let me join family movie nights. I sit there fully naked, my tits and pregnant belly out, while the men fondle me and brag about how many times they’ve creampied me. I just laugh and make jokes. “At least I’m a well-used plot device,” I said last time. Everyone cracked up.

So yeah, that’s my tea. I’m Naked. I’m pregnant again. And OMFG, right as I’m telling you this, Noah is slamming into me from behind—YES, right there, you motherfucker!—and Liam is forcing his cock down my… mmmph… throat. They’re gonna fill me up again, and you know what? I can’t fucking wait.