Lucy and Mike Sock, the "happy couple"

Special thanks to GTON for collaborating on this. The first half or so is largely his work.

LUCY'S POV:

After being dismissed to endure yet another night of humiliation, my family and I exited the classroom. Dad closes the door behind him and we begin our journey to the parking lot. Since the vast majority of students and faculty had gone home, I am provided the small comfort of not having a large audience see my walk of shame.

The sounds of Mom's high heels clicking and my bare feet slapping against tiled floor echo an empty hallway as we march forward. The latter draws my attention to the cold sensation I feel with every step. Then, as if a chain reaction is going off in my head, I suddenly cringe at the memory of steeping in chewed gum.

"He could have at least let me wear shows again." I mutter quietly, thinking out loud.

Although my accidental statement was quiet, it did not go unnoticed. Mom turned her head and looked down upon me. Then she began to lecture in a motherly tone while continuing to walk beside me.

"Try not to complain, Lucy. Michael is just doing his job, which is helping you reach your full potential. I'm sure he has a good reason for keeping your little piggies out. Besides, it's definitely the easiest of his instructions."

I have to admit that she has a point. Compared to all the obscene hardships I've been **** to deal with over the last couple days, some would say having to go barefoot is the least of my problems. They'd obviously be correct. Taking blasting farts right to the face is objectively worse, even if they weren't from my own parents who I also have to make orgasm. But that didn't mean I enjoyed being denied shoes and socks. Since starting my barefoot lifestyle, I have constantly fallen victim to the ground below me. Sometimes it's pain from stepping on a pebble or the rough concrete in general. Other times it's the disgusting sensation of stepping in whatever gross waste I failed to see lying on the floor.

While reflecting on the perils of being barefoot 24/7, our clicking and slapping is suddenly joined by a voice.

"Your mama's right, babygirl! You've got way more on your plate than raw doggin' the floor, like me!

Before I can even begin to process the absurd statement, my eyes go wide with surprise when my own hand delivers are hard smack to my ass. Stopping in my tracks, my arm raises until said hand is hovering a few inches in front of my head. Staring at me is the crudely drawn face of Mike Sock, my new boyfriend.

"Actually, instead of on your plate, I should say in your pussy!" His words exit my mouth in a faux masculine voice.

Then my hand moves like it has a mind of its own, because it literally does, shoots down to my crotch and begins vigorously rubbing my privates through my shorts. I let out another surprised gasp, but this time it is coupled with an involuntary moan from the physical sensation.

"Mike Sock! Stop, not now!" I breathlessly beg while frantically glancing for any onlookers who aren't my parents.

Speaking of my parents, their only reaction to this bizarre display is to chuckle. After a few seconds, mom is able to get a hold of herself and speak.

"It's alright Lucy, no ones' around. Besides, Michael did say that he's quite the horn-dog. You should probably expect him to jump at every chance he gets for some action. Now, come on. You can still walk even while he's copping a feel."

A loud, defeated, sigh flows out of my blushing face at hearing mom say that. Then I start to walk slowly as the sock puppet continues rutting away at my pussy. After a couple steps, Mike Sock pops back up.

"Your Mom's right, babe. I'm gonna be all over you, so you might as well lighten up about it. I wish you'd be more like her, I'm talking mentally AND physically hehe."

The crude voice is quickly followed by Mike Sock reaching out and cupping one of my mother's large breasts. Now it's her turn to gasp in surprise, but hers is much less distraught than mine was. That also goes for the tone she takes while reacting to be groped so badly.

"Looks like someone has a taste for well-endowed women. Don't worry Mike Sock, I'm sure Lucy still has time to develop a little more. Until then, feel free to have a go at my chest any time you're craving some big boobs."

I looked imploringly at my father. “Dad, are you really gonna let him do this to mom in front of you?”

My father looked at me sheepishly. “Well, honey, its… Mike Sock rudely cut him off. “What’s this beta cuck supposed to do? If he could satisfy his woman, she wouldn’t be soaking her panties at the thought of me.” Followed by a crude laugh in the faux male voice involuntarily escaping my mouth as he gave my mother’s nipples a sharp pinch, eliciting another gasp and a moan of arousal.

Content with pawing at mom's chest, Mike Sock allows us to continue walking to the car. Throughout the journey, the only thing I could focus on was the feeling of mom's breast as he continued to fondle her. The weight of her meaty orb when he cupped and bounced it around reminded me of the size difference of our busts. It added yet another sense of humiliation. I'm not flat chested by any standard, but my amazon mother is seriously stacked.

We only had one more interruption on our journey. Mike Sock surprisingly wasn't the cause, but instead it was me. While walking by one of the parking lot's trash cans, I accidentally stepped my bare foot atop a half-eaten slice of pizza somebody haphazardly discarded. My parents had a good laugh watching me curse while raising my leg to look at the saucy, greasy, underside of my foot. Nonetheless, I drudged on, and we made it to the car.

As soon as we were in the car, Mike Sock was all over me. “Get that bra off babe. The only support your titties need is me.” Came out of my mouth on the faux male voice as my sock covered right hand moved to unstrap my bra with a mind of its own. Before I could protest Mike Sock had flung my bra out the open window and yanked down the front of my shirt, before roughly pawing at my exposed chest.

Once we got home, Mike Sock wasted no time in making himself at home.

“OUCH! Stop it Mike!” I yelped as he roughly grabbed my hair the minute we were through the door, shoving me onto the couch before basically tackling me, raining sloppy “kisses” onto my face, neck and chest.

“Don’t be such a prude, babygirl. You’re supposed to be my girlfriend, and I was told to “take the edge off” so you could focus on studying. My be-socked hand made its way down between my legs again and **** my thighs open, pulling aside the crotch of my panties, exposing my cunt, and with no preamble, began stroking me roughly.

I found myself moaning involuntarily due to his ministrations. “Oh god….mmmm…”

After about fifteen minutes, we were interrupted. "Here you go sir". My mom sashayed over and knelt down in front of Mike sock, her body jiggling enticingly. Biting her lower lip, she looked down shyly. I gasped at her outfit. Apparently, she had taken the time to raid my closet and was wearing a pair of my shorts that I’m not even sure how she squeezed onto her shapely bottom, and then a tube top that I had been planning on giving away for being too small. The strip of cloth strained to contain her massive chest, the material stretched to its limits by her ample tits. If it wasn’t already clear she wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples standing at attention pushing against the thin material would be all the evidence you needed.

"Oh my God mom, are you hitting on him?! Stop acting like you have a school yard crush!" I shrieked, at once embarrassed, disgusted, and mortified by my mother’s behavior.

"Someone has to set an example on how you treat a man" she scolded me, glancing back at the sock puppet and blushing again.

“Finally, one of you sluts gets it!” Mike socks crude voice sounded out. My hand, against my will reached down and gently cupped my mother’s chin, the sock puppet lifting her face and then bringing its own level to his. “Give me some sugar baby.” My hand involuntarily inched forward, Mike sock pressing against my mother’s face. I could feel her lips purse as she began kissing at Mike Sock’s mouth, located on the palm of my hand. I groaned in embarrassment as she wrapped her hands around my arm, pulling Mike Sock closer to her face, her tongue probing out of her mouth, gently at first before it began swirling around the palm of my hand, as the make out session became hot and heavy. I could only watch in despair as my own mother sloppily made out with a sock puppet stuck to my hand.

“Honey? I’m gonna start moving our stuff from the master bedroom into Lucy’s room. I figure we can just sleep in there since Mike Sock will be taking the....Oh...sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

My mom broke the kiss, pulling away from the puppet. A strand of saliva briefly connected her mouth to the mouth crudely drawn mouth. As Mike Sock pulled away, I noticed that her hand had made its way between her legs during the make out session, where she had been rubbing herself through the shorts, an obvious wet spot visible.

“Woah now, cuck, not so fast.” I felt myself being pulled to my feet as Mike Sock...sauntered is the best way i could describe it towards my dad. “I didn’t say you could use Lucy’s room.” My hand lashed out, the puppet striking my father across the face as i gasped in surprise.

“s...sorry Mike Sock...” My normally confident father stuttered.

My hand shot up and got in my father's face, the puppet’s voice coming out of my mouth in a loud yell. “Damn right you’re sorry, you pathetic excuse for a beta. Acting like you have any authority at all in my house. And don’t you dare use my name. Its “Sir” to you, bitch.”

Mike Sock moved down, grasping my father's nipple through his shirt, twisting painfully, giving him a purple nurple.

“I guess I didn’t make myself clear earlier. You’re the house cuck. You sleep where i tell you. I WAS gonna let you on the couch tonight, but now...I’m thinking the basement.”

The puppet lashed out again, slapping his face once more.

“If...if you say so, sir.” He meekly responded, looking fully chastised.

My legs involuntarily carried me around behind my father as my right hand moved down, gripped my fathers underwear and yanked it up with all my might. The wedgie Mike Sock was giving him wasn’t as deep as it could be, limited by my smaller frame, but it was substantial enough to get a yelp out of my father nonetheless.

“OW OW OW!” He gasped out, still doing nothing to defend himself as against the bullying the sock puppet was perpetrating on him.

“That’s right you beta sissy. You know, I’m gonna make a slight change to my bitch’s FBM homework, I think. No slut that belongs to me is gonna smell the ass or feet of someone as pathetic as you.”

I gasped again, my anxiety spiking. After all the trouble the FUI/FBM homework from Michael had gotten me into, including this mess, I wasn’t keen on making it worse. “Mike Sock…are you sure? I don’t want to jeopardize my grades or get on Michael’s bad side again…” I whispered.

“Don’t you worry about it babygirl. You leave the thinking to me.” He patted me condescendingly on the head. “Guys like me and Michael? We’re Alphas. There’s a mutual respect there.” One again, my own hand slaps my ass hard, pausing to give it a little squeeze, before it came up, the sock puppets attention firmly on my father who was cringing back in fear once again.

“Now, as for you…go change into a pair of your daughters panties and nothing else. Then I want you back in here. My babygirl doesn’t have time for chores, so you’re the one who has to clean the house. I want you scrubbing the floor with your toothbrush ASAP.”

A short while later I found myself on the couch, trying to focus on my homework. Typing my tits 101 essay on my laptop with only my left hand was difficult enough without the added distraction of my mom and mike sock sloppily making out next to me, occasionally pulling my arm. Still dressed in my clothes from earlier, the top had been pulled down freeing her ample tits. Meanwhile, kneeling at the foot of the couch was my father, wearing nothing but one of my thongs, desperately scrubbing the floor with a panicked expression on his face. It looked like a slight bruise was forming where Mike Sock had slapped him.

Suddenly, I felt a soft brushing against my cheek and turned, seeing Mike Sock had extricated himself from my mom’s grasp. “Hey babygirl, as soon as your done that essay, we can get you started on your FBM homework. Your mom’s fat ass awaits. And don’t worry about getting her off, I’ll be handling that for you.” Then, he gently brushed my cheek again. Was that…an affectionate kiss? Was Mike Sock actually trying to be helpful?