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(The story title is: "The Old Sock")

Okay, so you want the tea? You want the whole, messy, no-cap story of how I, Evelyn Hartley, went from being Mrs. Alexander Sterling to… this? To being the Old Sock?

I’m literally telling you this while my eldest, Ethan—don’t call him my son, he hates that—is fucking me from behind. Yeah. Oof, easy, Ethan! See? He just slapped my ass for calling him my son. He’s 19. I’m 37, but I look 18, no cap. Alex—that’s my ex-husband, he’s 58—always said my baby face was iconic. Until he decided I was “too old.” Chronologically. The math wasn’t mathing for him anymore, bestie.

It all blew up when I found him with Lily. Sweet, 18-year-old Lily. I’d been jokingly calling her my future daughter-in-law for years, trying to set her up with Ethan! The irony is so fucking spicy, it burns. I confronted him in our bedroom, still in my little apron dress and heels from making dinner. He didn’t even yell. He just… looked at me with this cold disappointment and said, “You’re an old sock, Evelyn. Worn out. Useless.” Then he told me to strip. When I froze, he just tore it all off me. Every stitch. Donated it all. Said from now on, everyone would call me the Old Sock. And they do.

Ah! Fuck! Ethan’s gripping my hips, his cock slamming into my pussy, his other hand in my hair. He started fucking me the minute my clothes were gone. Alex’s orders. “Get the Sock pregnant,” he said. “We need her milk.” Because I was still breastfeeding our toddler, you see? My body was a milk factory, and Alex wanted it to stay in production. For everyone. So here I am, the family dairy cow.

Alex only fucks Lily now. They’re in love, it’s genuine, it’s fucking beautiful and it kills me. I have to watch. I have to hear him call her his “good little teenager” while he fucks her senseless. Meanwhile, my “job” is to get railed by anyone Alex allows. Ethan here is a regular. Oh god, yes… right there! He never calls me mom. He slaps my face when he fucks me so he doesn’t have to see his mother. He chokes me until I see stars. And he always cums inside. Breeding the Old Sock to keep the milk flowing.

After he’s done? Yeah, he’s gonna pull out, rub his dick all over my face to mark his cum on me, and then slap me again. Period. It’s how it goes.

And you know the wildest part? After months of this… my mind broke. Or maybe it woke up. Because now? Now I crave it. I’m addicted to the rough sex, to the feeling of a cock filling me up, to the slaps that make my skin sing. I’ll sneak up on Ethan while he’s trying to game online and just take his dick in my mouth. He’ll get so mad, he’ll slap me, call me a worthless Sock, and then fuck me even harder. As a mother, I’m just… taking care of his needs.

Lily tries to be kind. She mouths “sorry” to me when Alex is pounding her. She got Alex to let me join family game nights. I sit there fully naked, my tits out, milk leaking, while the men fondle me and talk about how many times they’ve creampied me. I just laugh and make jokes. “Guess this Old Sock’s still good for something, huh?” It’s my life now.

Oh, shit, Ethan… I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop! This is my truth. I’m the Old Sock. I’m pregnant with my own son’s baby, my ex-husband’s new girlfriend is my bestie, and my only purpose is to be a communal fuck-toy and milk dispenser.

And honestly? After the life I’ve had… Yes! Fill me up! …it’s not the worst gig.