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My Story Time:
Alright, bestie, let me spill the tea. So, here I am, fully naked, obviously, which is my new permanent vibe. My name’s Lila, but everyone, including my own kids, just calls me the Old Sock now. Period. I’m at this family game night, just chilling—well, as much as you can chill when your tits are in someone’s hand and your ass is getting slapped.
So, I was just telling my friend Chloe—who used to be my yoga buddy before my clothes got yeeted—about how this all started. My ex, Richard—he’s like 62, I’m 37 but look 18, no cap—caught me crying over him fucking our son’s childhood sweetheart, Emma. He was like, “You’re old, Lila. Used up.” Then he made me strip right there in the kitchen and burned all my shit. Iconic, right?
Anyway, so I’m telling Chloe this, and my son Jake—don’t call him my son, he’d slap me—comes up behind me. His hand just slides between my legs, and OMG, my pussy is dripping. I haven’t had a dick inside me for, like, two hours, and I’m literally shaking for it.
“So then,” I gasp, trying to keep talking as Jake’s fingers push into my cunt, “Richard says I have to… ah!… have to get pregnant to keep making milk.” Jake pinches my nipple hard, and a little stream of breast milk hits the coffee table. My daughter, Sophia, just rolls her eyes and holds out her glass. “Hurry up, Old Sock,” she says. Big yikes, but she’s not wrong.
Jake leans in, his breath on my ear. “Keep talking, Old Sock. Tell her how many times I’ve filled you up this week.” His other hand comes around and smacks my ass—Aah!—so hard I see stars. I’m so wet it’s embarrassing.
“He’s… he’s a motherfucker,” I moan, and SMACK! Jake’s palm cracks across my cheek. My face stings, but my pussy clenches around nothing. I’m so gone for it.
“Meet me in my room after this,” he growls, biting my other nipple, leaving a mark before sucking the milk out. “I’m not done with you.”
I turn back to Chloe, whose jaw is on the floor. “So, yeah,” I say, my voice all shaky, spreading my legs a little wider just to feel the air on my soaked cunt. “That’s the tea. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think my… appointment… is starting.” Because I can’t wait another second. I need a cock in me, or I’m gonna lose it.