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Title: The Old Cunt

Okay, so, spill the tea, besties. My name is Lillian Hart, and my life is low-key a dumpster fire, no cap. So, my husband, Richard—he’s 62, I’m 37, but I look 18, which is the whole problem, apparently—caught me crying after I found his texts with Chloe, our 18-year-old neighbor I swore was gonna date my son, Jason. I was like, "Richard, you can't be serious, she's a teenager!" And he just... smirked. He was like, "You're chronologically ancient, Lillian. Too old. But this body?" He trailed a finger down my chest. "It's a public service to show it off."

I was in my towel, just out of the shower. He took it. He took everything. My robe, the clothes laid out on the bed, even my heels. He had a bonfire in the backyard with my entire wardrobe while I stood there, fully naked, shivering. My kids—Jason (19), his brother Mark (17), and my daughters—just watched. Jason’s eyes were dark, not with sympathy, but with something else. Hunger. Richard laid down the new rules. "From now on, everyone calls you 'the Old Cunt'. You don't wear clothes. You exist to get pregnant so we always have fresh milk, and to take dick whenever anyone wants. Starting now."

Jason was on me before I could even process it. He slapped me hard across the face. "On your knees, Old Cunt." My mind was reeling, but my body... Sheesh. He shoved his cock in my mouth, fucking my throat raw while Mark watched, stroking himself. I gagged, tears streaming, but the brutal pace, the lack of air… it did something to me. When Jason came down my throat, he didn’t let me swallow. He made me hold it, then dragged me to the couch, bent me over, and shoved inside my pussy bareback. It hurt, but OMG, the fullness… He pounded me, spanking my ass, twisting my nipples until I screamed. "You like that, you old whore?" he grunted. I couldn't lie. A moan tore out of me. "Yes!"

He came inside me with a roar, filling my cunt. Then he pulled out, slapped my cum-dripping face, and rubbed his messy cock all over it. "That's so you remember your place." Mark was next, and then some of Richard's friends who'd come over to "inspect the new arrangement."

Now, months later? I'm high-key addicted. My mind broke. I live for this. I'm always naked, covered in a permanent layer of drying cum—it's my only outfit. My tits are always full of milk for anyone to drink. Richard divorced me but keeps me here. He fucks Chloe lovingly on the kitchen island while I get spit-roasted by Jason and a business associate in the same room. The irony? Period.

I even pull cheeky pranks now. Last week, I followed Jason to his college campus. While he was giving a group presentation, I crawled under the table, took his cock out of his jeans, and started sucking. He tried to keep his voice steady, but sheesh, I felt him throb in my mouth. He finished his point, excused himself, dragged me to a janitor’s closet, slapped me, fucked me senseless against a mop bucket, creampied me again, and wiped his dick on my face. "You're a fucking embarrassment, Old Cunt," he panted, but he was smiling.

I just laughed, my pussy still pulsing around his cum. "This old cunt is the only one who can take your frustration about Chloe, baby." He slapped me again, but he kissed my neck after. It's a vibe. A fucked up, degrading, semen-scented vibe. And I can't get enough.