My Steamy Story: Fully naked Wife narrates story describe...

My Story Time:

(Okay, so you’re gonna want to sit down for this. I’m spilling the tea, no cap, but you gotta understand… the context is… Ooh! Fuck, right there, Mason! Don’t stop… Mmmh… okay, where was I? Right. So I’m Vivian. Was Vivian Prescott. Married to Robert. He’s like, 52, I’m 37 but look 18, iykyk. We had a whole life, besties. Three kids: Mason, Liam, and Chloe. I was still breastfeeding little Oliver when I caught Robert with Elara. She’s 18, went to school with Mason, and I used to ship them so hard. I’d be like, ‘Elara, you better lock down my son before some other girl steals him!’ The irony, period.

So I confronted Robert, and he was just… cold. Said I was ‘too old,’ a ‘Used-Up Sock.’ That’s what he started calling me. The Sock. Iconic, right? He made me strip right there in the kitchen. Tore my clothes off, said they were being donated. Just… left me naked. Said if I wanted to stay under his roof, this was my life now. My new name. My purpose.

The boys… Ah! Fuck, Liam, your fingers on my clit… shit… the boys stopped calling me Mom that second. Mason was the first. He just looked at my naked body, slapped me across the face so hard I saw stars, and whispered, ‘Get on your knees, Sock.’ And I… I did. He fucked my throat while Robert watched with Elara in his arms. That was my first time with my own son. He came down my throat and made me swallow, then slapped me again for crying.

It just… never stopped. Robert divorced me but kept me here. He only fucks Elara now, and you can hear them, like, everywhere. They’re in love, it’s actually kinda sweet. Meanwhile, he orders me to get pregnant to keep my milk flowing. So the boys use me. Every day. They creampie me, drink from my tits during, slap me, choke me… Oh God, yes! Mason, breed me, fill your mom’s pussy! Mmmph!

I fought it at first, but… my mind just broke, bestie. Now? I’m addicted. I need a cock in me 24/7. I beg to sleep in their beds for warmth, and they fall asleep inside me. I pull cheeky pranks, like I’ll sneak under the table during their game night and start sucking them off while they try to play. They hate it, they slap me, call me the Sock, and then fuck me rougher to punish me. It’s the only thing that feels good anymore.

Robert and Elara are pregnant now. So am I. Probably Mason’s or Liam’s. We’re both showing. Her pregnancy is celebrated. Mine is just… so the household has milk. Even my daughter Chloe slaps my tits to get a drink. Robert says it’s to teach her what happens when you get old, so she should marry young and be a good slut for her husband. So… yeah. That’s the tea. I’m the Sock. A used-up, cum-filled, milk-dripping Sock. And honestly? Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop! YES! Ah! Ah! Fill me up! …Sheesh. Anyway. That’s my story. So, you wanna go next? I’m always available.”