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Title: The Household Sock

Okay, so, full disclosure, I'm literally getting railed right now. Like, my son Liam’s dick is so deep in my pussy I can barely think, but Uncle Greg wanted the tea, so… Oof! Fuck, Liam, right there, yes!

So, bestie, it all started when I caught my husband, Richard—he’s 62, I was his teen bride, iconic, I know—fucking his new piece, Chloe. She’s 18, sweet as pie, even to me now. Total glow up for him, I guess. Richard, king of the ick, took everything. My clothes, my iconic Porsche—yeeted to some rando—said he was “erasing the legacy.” Joke’s on him, my legacy is this wet cunt.

So now I’m the Household Sock. Just… a thing. A warm hole. And I’m addicted. Like, my pussy aches if there’s not a cock in it for five seconds. Pent-up? I’m a leaky faucet, constantly.

Like right now, at this BBQ? I’m trying to tell Uncle Greg how Liam and his brother, Noah, started hate-fucking me—Mmm, yes, just like that, you motherfucker!—and my daughter, Sophia, is here in her micro-skirt, pouring lemonade, being like, “Spill the tea, Sock, so I know how not to end up a used-up slut like you.” She’s not wrong. Gotta lock down a good guy young.

Ah! Liam just bit my nipple so hard, I swear he’s trying to get milk. They love that. And now Noah’s slapping my ass—Aah!—going, “Remember when I came in this sock three times last Tuesday?” It’s so degrading. I’m soaking wet.

The compromise? I stay. Chloe’s pregnant by Richard, I’m pregnant by… whoever. We’re both showing. And my favorite pastime? Pulling a prank, like grinding on Liam while he games, just to see his angry face before he yeets me onto the nearest surface and fucks me senseless. No kisses, just spit in my mouth and a rough, deep pounding.

And Richard? We’re cool now. He’ll walk by, hock a loogie right into my open mouth, slap my cheek, and go, “Looking old, Sock.” And I’ll wink, my ass still stinging, and say, “Better a used Sock than a lonely old man.” He laughs. I’m cumming. Oh, fuck, I’m gonna… fill me up! See? Happy ending. Sort of.