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(Wife's Degrading Title: The Old Sock)

Okay, bestie. I need to spill the tea on the most unhinged, mind-breaking week of my life, and I’m gonna tell it to you while my own son, Liam, is currently railing me from behind, no cap. Oof—right there, Liam, yes.

So, I’m Evelyn. I’m 37, but I look 18, period. My husband, Robert—he’s 52, we got together when I was 16—just decided my chronological age was “too old.” He’s been fucking my son’s childhood sweetheart, Chloe, who’s 18. I walked in on them in our kitchen. Robert just looked at me, all calm, and was like, “You’re an Old Sock, Evelyn. Worn out. Time to put you away.”

He made me strip right there. Took every stitch—my blouse, my miniskirt, my favorite high-heeled sandals—and tossed them in the fireplace. Just like that. I’m standing there, fully naked, tits out, pussy bare, my toddler’s milk still leaking from my nipples. And he goes, “From now on, everyone calls you The Old Sock. You don’t wear clothes. You provide milk. You get fucked to stay pregnant. But not by me.”

Sheesh. The audacity. So now Chloe lives here, in my old room with him. They’re all lovey-dovey, fucking constantly. And my sons… god. Liam and Noah stopped calling me mom that second. Liam slapped me right across the face—smack—yeah, just like that, baby—and shoved his dick in my pussy before the ashes of my clothes were even cold. Told me I was just a hole to keep full of cum so my tits wouldn’t run dry.

That first night, I had to beg to sleep in Liam’s bed. I was so cold. He said only if I was his cock-warmer. So I let him fuck me raw until he passed out with his dick still buried inside me. I could feel him twitching in his sleep. When he woke up, he started again, no lube, just rough, punching my thighs, choking me until I saw stars. He came deep inside my cunt, then rubbed his slick cock all over my face to mark me before slapping me again. “That’s for being an Old Sock,” he grunted.

It was like that for days. Them using me, the slap before, the slap after, the cum inside me. Robert and Chloe would be on the couch making love, whispering “I love yous,” while I was on the floor getting spit-roasted by Robert’s business partners. They’d drink my milk straight from the tap mid-fuck, biting my nipples. I tried to stay quiet, but the slaps—ah!—right on my clit, Liam, you bastard—they forced the moans out of me.

And then… something broke. Or clicked. The pain, the fullness, the sheer vibe of being used… it became all I could think about. The betrayal, the heartache? Drowned out by the need to have a dick in me, beating my cervix, filling me up. I became addicted.

So now? I instigate. Yesterday, I waited until Liam was on a Zoom call for school. I crawled under his desk, fully naked, milk dripping, and took his soft cock into my mouth. On camera! I deep-throated him until he was hard as fuck, his voice cracking as he tried to present his project. He finally yeeted his chair back, slapped me so hard my vision blurred, and fucked my throat right there on his bedroom floor. After he came down my gullet, he wiped his dick on my cheeks and slapped me again. “You humiliating slut,” he panted. And I just smiled up at him, swallowing. “Your tiny cock came out of this womb,” I gasped, “and now it’s big enough to fuck it again. Make me feel it, baby.”

I’m the Old Sock. And honestly? I’m finally happy. Robert and Chloe are expecting their love child. I’m pregnant too—probably by Liam or Noah or one of the guys from the last orgy—my belly is just starting to swell next to Chloe’s. My only purpose is to be a cum-dump and a milk-cow. And you know what? I’m gonna make a joke about it at the next family game night. I’ll say, “Don’t worry if you spill your drink! This Old Sock is always here to soak it up.” Then I’ll laugh the loudest.

Oh god, Liam’s cumming inside me again. Filling my pussy. It’s all I want. It’s all I am. Mmm… fuck.