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Story Title: The Old Joke

Okay, so, spill the tea. My name is Evelyn. Was Evelyn Walker, now I’m just back to my maiden name, Evelyn Shaw. But around here? Everyone just calls me “The Old Joke.” No cap. My ex-husband, Robert, who’s like, fifty-two to my thirty-seven, came up with it after I found him balls-deep in our eighteen-year-old neighbor, Chloe. The irony? I look eighteen. Baby face, zero wrinkles, body of a teen who just discovered the gym. But Robert said I was “too old,” a “chronologically expired model,” and that was that. He waited until I was stepping out of the shower, took my towel, my robe, everything in my closet, and burned it all in the backyard. “From now on, you’re just The Old Joke,” he said, all calm. “No one needs to see you dressed like you’re still someone’s wife.”

So now I’m just… naked. Always. The only thing covering me most days is a layer of dried cum from the last guy who used me. Our sons, Jake and Liam—19 and 17—were the first. Minutes after Robert made his declaration, Jake just walked up, looked at my naked body with total disgust, and slapped me hard across the face. “On your knees, Joke,” he said. And that was it. My mom era was over.

My days are a blur of rough, abusive sex. I sleep in their beds, begging for the warmth, paying for it with my body. They fuck me raw, choking me, slapping my tits and face, biting my nipples until they bruise, all while Robert and Chloe have these loud, loving, passionate fuck-sessions in every room of the house. I hear him call her his “sweet teenager,” hear her genuine moans of “I love you, Robert!” It’s NTR as fuck, and it broke me.

But here’s the plot twist: it broke me open. After months of being gangbanged by Robert’s friends at his private parties, spit-roasted until I gagged on one cock while another pounded my cunt, after my sons creampie me daily to keep me pregnant and lactating… I’m addicted. I crave it. The slaps, the chokeholds, the feeling of a cock—any cock—stretching me out and flooding me with cum.

So now, I’ve got my spark back. My cheeky pranks are… spicier. Today, I found Jake giving a serious presentation to some of Robert’s business associates in the study. Fully naked, still dripping Liam’s cum from my pussy, I crawled under the desk. I took his soft cock into my mouth, sucking gently until he grew hard against my tongue. He tried to keep talking, his voice cracking, while I deep-throated him. The guys were like, “You okay, man? You look flushed.” Iconic.

After, he dragged me to the laundry room, rage in his eyes. “You humiliating bitch,” he snarled, slapping my face so hard I saw stars. He bent me over the dryer, his cock slamming into my wet cunt with no preamble. “This—this tiny dick you pushed out of this worn-out cunt,” I gasped, my mind gone, only pleasure and need left, “is all I think about now.” He fucked me harder, his hands around my throat, drinking from my leaking nipples in between thrusts. When he came, pumping his seed deep inside me, he pulled out, wiped his slick cock all over my face, marking me, and then slapped me again. “Know your place, Joke.”

And I do. Later, at a non-sexual family game night (Chloe convinced Robert to be “kinder”), I sat naked on the floor, letting Liam idly finger my pussy while he bragged about how many times he came in me this week. Robert and Chloe cuddled on the couch, her hand on her pregnant belly, his on hers. I made a joke. “At least my title’s accurate,” I said, smiling as Jake squeezed a stream of my breast milk into his glass. “I’m the Old Joke… but I’m the only one still getting a daily standing ovation.” Everyone laughed, even Robert. My head was high. This was my family now. A walking, talking, cum-drenched punchline. And honestly? I’ve never been happier. Sheesh.