Making an important decision

It's sometime in the wee early morning hours that you stir and slowly wake up, with a dull headache to accompany the sensation... what happened yesterday? As you open your eyes and lazily look around, you find yourself cuddled from both sides, mom hugging you from the front and dad hugging you from behind. It was warm, cozy and comfy...

You carefully push the bed covers off your body, and to your surprise, suddenly inhale the thick scent of dried cum. Immediately some memories return, of the hours you spent on your back while getting pounded into the mattress! As you begin moving, you can also feel just how sticky your thighs were with remnants of spunk. The entire area underneath your crotch was wet with semen that had spilled out during the night. But... actually... what of it? You can vaguely remember being really agitated and anxious about it a while ago, but today... nope... not feeling it... maybe you were just a lil tired still? Yeah. Probably. It's just sex anyway, at least your vagina is useful for something, right?. A silver lining to this mess. Maybe you simply overreacted yesterday?

The more you squirm to try and get out of bed, the more does your mother move in response, until she yawns and parts her eyes to see you. Oops. Woke her up! "Morning," you softly greet her, and she raises an eyebrow before smirking back. "Morning!" As you climb out of bed, your mother follows closely with an arm around your feminine waist. "Let's prepare some breakfast, shall we?" A dutiful wife as always. Somewhere in the background you can also hear your father waking up.

You briefly contemplate taking a shower instead, considering your thighs were... awkwardly crusty with dried cum, but if she wants to make food first, sure. Mother knows best! "All right."

Once you arrive in the kitchen, the two of you work together flawlessly, just like you used to years ago when you were younger and enjoyed helping out in the kitchen instead of being a lazy shut-in. You cut some tomatoes, cucumbers, and crack a few eggs into a pot before handing them over to your mother by the frying pan. She instantly used that opportunity to crack a familiar joke. "So how do you like your eggs today? Scrambled or fertilized?" Some noise upstairs distracts you for a second, sounds like somebody was throwing furniture around!?

"Scrambled is fine," you reply swiftly before the words run through your mind a few more times, and you realize the hidden tease in her wordplay! "Ohh." You take a moment to think about it. Do you want your eggs fertilized? As you ponder that for another brief moment, you remember the diaphragm that should still be inside you anyway. "I dunno. I guess that's up to dad...?" You couldn't think of a better answer. Your mind felt... kind of... cloudy? Foggy? You must still be tired. Or was it related to the pills you kept taking? It's better to trust your parents right now, after all, you were always able to depend on them. For some reason, you also keep on hearing the same few words in your head -- 'Mother knows best'...

"Good answer," she replied happily while grabbing the bowl of eggs and emptying the contents into the frying pan. "It should always be up to your partner. If he wants to wear a condom, then you have to accept that. On the other hand, if he doesn't want to wear a condom," she explained while slowly scrambling the eggs "... then it's your responsibility to accept that, too. The only thing you have to worry about is keeping your vagina healthy, and equally important, receptive! It's just like these eggs here," she went on while pointing at the pan. "You don't want any extra chemicals or artificial hormones in your eggs, right? Just like how you don't want any icky birth control chemicals or hormones in your vagina! Obviously, you don't want any disgusting latex in your eggs either -- again -- just like your vagina. Latex would just ruin it, right?"

You slowly nod along while standing by her side, cutting a few more tomatoes. As you comprehend the meaning behind her words, you realize you kind of spoiled the fun for your father! There IS latex inside you right now! And if the only use for your vagina is to make him feel good, then what's the point of ruining it with a diaphragm? Fact is, you are a girl right now. You can no longer lift anything heavy, and right now, you can't even think properly... so at least your pussy should be in top condition, right? ...or not?

Glancing down, you can still see the white spots of dried goo on your thighs. He REALLY enjoyed plowing you, but you ruined such a special night by having that stupid latex inside you... if he knew, he would probably be upset, or sad, and it would all be your fault. Just because you were a little shy and scared.

Before you have a chance to question it further, your father arrives downstairs, somewhat out of breath. His dick was still covered with the sloppy remnants of yesterday's encounter... you couldn't even look him into the eyes because of how guilty you felt. Breakfast was relatively uneventful at least, the three of you sat down and quietly ate the food. After such an exhausting night, all of you were hungry and in dire need to restore your energy after all. It also feels like your portion was bigger than usual? Either you were imagining it because you can no longer eat as much as before, or... or your mother is trying to fatten you up a bit. Whatever...

Since you are still in a dire need to take a shower, you get back to the bathroom -- it's on your way there that you suddenly spot a ton of your furniture in the hallway! Pretty much most of it? As you peer into your bedroom, or at least what used to be your bedroom just half an hour ago, you now see a ton of baby furniture. A crib. Plenty of dolls, toys and enough pink wallpaper to cover every corner of the room. Even a few nursing bras... and a breast pump to help storing breast milk. There's no doubt. They expect you to get pregnant...

Back in the bathroom, you take another warm soothing shower while washing your body. There's also some hints of peach fuzz on your pubic area, confirming that if you want to remain hairless and tidy down there, you will have to start shaving soon. After reaching for the razor, you do however remember that your dad prefers his women with hair down there... and you decide putting the razor away again. Let's just see where it goes, right? If he prefers your pussy to be bald, you can still shave it off later on. It's then that you remember there's still a diaphragm inside you, very likely at least...

Should you really do something about it? You could get pregnant if you remove it. On the other hand, fair is fair. As your mother said, if you allow a man to enjoy your vagina, then it's up to him to choose if he wants to use protection or not. In her words, it's a compliment if a man decides to enjoy you bareback, since it's a sign that he doesn't mind the chance of putting a baby into you. It's kind of flattering, probably...

You turn off the shower, and put one leg up and onto the toilet seat to get better access to your womanhood. With two of your slender fingers, you gently part your labia and push another finger inside to try and wriggle it inwards... for the most part, it felt rather dry again already. There wasn't much sperm left inside you. Pushing a little deeper inside, you try to find the diaphragm... but it's no longer there? It's so awfully tight that you can barely even move your single finger. All you do is bumping against the fleshy insides of your vag, it was moist and soft, but there's no diaphragm in sight! Maybe you lost it at some point? That's good then, right? That means you didn't screw up after all! Phew, what a relief, you were really starting to fear -- oh! Hummm! Your fingertip nudges against something smooth and rubbery! You gingerly nudge your fingernail underneath the rim, and feel it popping right off your cervix! Like a suction cup that lost its grip. It takes a bit of wriggling around before you manage to grasp the latex dome and pull it back out of your slit, shiny and slippery. Your anxiety melts away as soon as you hold the diaphragm in front of your eyes. It had been inside you after all! Should you put it back in? So far, it served you well. It kept your womb shielded and separate from the rest of your pussy...

'Mother knows best' you think to yourself... and drop the diaphragm into the toilet. You stare down at the latex thing. Pondering if you should retrieve it? It's the only thing that nearly guaranteed that your father's sperm can't swim right up into your womb and inseminate your teenage body within mere minutes! It's the only thing to prevent you from getting knocked up with your own sibling! It's he only thing to prevent your dad from forcing an **** baby into your belly. Suddenly the automatic flushing system triggers and robs that choice from you! Gallons of water flush the thing right out of sight! There's the watery gurgling of the water tank, and no more diaphragm to be seen...

Your vagina is now properly naked and ****, as nature intended it to be...

Just as you're about to feel nervous about that new experience, you can hear your mother knocking on the bathroom door and attempting to enter. "John? I mean, Sarah? Are you in there? Your father had to go shopping, so I had a new idea for you!" Her voice sounded happy and cheerful as always. She would probably be even more excited if you would tell her the news! The way you are now completely unprotected. Or are you? You glance towards the sink to look for the birth control pills you were supposed to take multiple times a day, but... the container is gone too! Maybe that's your punishment for having used the additional protection? If there was any doubt before, it's now as clear as it could be. You are fertile again. Your pussy is ready for its insemination. A strange and awkward thought, but also kind of... normal. As it's supposed to be. You are a healthy teenager after all.

Another knock on the door pulls you back to reality! "Yeah, yeah, I'm in here," you announce as you unlock the door and open up. Your mother already stood there, waiting.

"Good! I noticed you had some problems so far with dryness, is that right?" -- "Uh..." --- "Don't worry about it! I realized it just a few minutes ago myself! Of course you only know how a penis works, and how to get it hard. But you have no clue how your new plumbing works, correct?"

"I simply spread my legs and let him use me?" It's what she taught you so far, and it worked well yesterday.

"Yes and no..." she answered while guiding you back to the bedroom and letting you lie down. While speaking, she also began rummaging through her wardrobe and tossed a few bras onto the bed. "The vagina is always kind of wet, but when you are aroused, it begins producing plenty of extra lubrication. Now you could just use some bottled lube before sex, but if you have a minute to warm up, why bother? Your body can make its own lube!" She returned to your side and placed one bra after another onto your chest, probably in an attempt to find your correct cup size. "Just relax, open your legs a little, and then run your finger up and down along your slit. Just think of some nice porn you like! Maybe a cute girl from school? Or a cute boy..." -- "Mom!!"

What a weird thought. Your classmates would probably love to see your new body. Maybe even love to do other things to your body... such a super weird thought. You also begin to feel some kind of warm... tingling pulsation in your clitoris. Your crotch was beginning to feel a little warm. You also grow more aware of your breathing, heavy and deep. Your thoughts drift off to various fantasies for a moment until you notice a moist, sexual warmth down there... a tingling that continually grew outwards, nearing the area just below your bellybutton while you gently rub your labia and indirectly also the tiny pleasure button.

Until you suddenly feel a new finger swiping up along your cleft. "Aha! Good girl!" You open your eyes in confusion, completely torn out of your first experience with arousal. You see your mother holding up the tip of her finger -- with a slippery, clear string of fluids attached to it. "That's good enough. Remember, sex isn't for your pleasure. You just need to know how to get things ready." She then handed over a shirt for you to wear, since clearly none of the bras were a good fit.

"Uh-huh..."

As if to emphasize her previous point, she suddenly shoved two of her fingers into your twat. With ease. A slippery squelch followed as she begun moving them back and forth just a few times before withdrawing again. "See? That's how simple it is. Natural lubrication and lots of it! Being a girl is awesome, yeah?"

"I guess so..." Back when you were a guy, you always used lotion when the mood hit you. Maybe you can accept to be a girl? For now? There's some upsides... but also plenty of downsides...

"Now then, the next step! I want you to insert a couple fingers into yourself, and then push them into different directions. Stretch yourself a bit! It's super elastic so it's almost impossible to hurt yourself. But, especially if you want to have intercourse with a well-endowed man -- like your father -- it's useful to warm things up a little!"

"You want me to... what?" It takes a second before you fully comprehend what she's talking about. She stares down at you, and you reluctantly follow her guidance and slide first one finger into the damp opening of your pussy, then two. Even that was already a TIGHT fit, and you could feel your flesh forming a snug seal around your digits. The pressure in your tummy gets even worse when you follow your mom's instructions and begin pushing against the insides of your pussy, straining the damp walls!

"Good girl! Open it all up really nicely, so your father has an easier time getting in there. I'll go and clean up the kitchen a bit. You should go ahead and keep practicing!" With that said, she again held up the phone for a moment to rob you of what little privacy you had by saving another recording, and then turned to leave you alone... you're just about to quit this silly act, when you remember those words. "Mother knows best..." With a **** sigh, you keep your fingers inside. Slowly moving them around, swirling around... abusing your own pussy. Stretching and reshaping it even if it's only temporary. You even feel yourself getting close to climaxing once or twice, but, you don't quite manage to get there. Maybe your body is broken after all? Useless body...

At least there's one thing it's still useful for... the next time your father enters your stupid pussy, there will be nothing to prevent his sperm from shooting straight into your womb... it's all up to your parents. They know what's best for you. Uh-huh, just gotta believe in them to make the correct choices for you.

...a short while later, John's mother returns to her laptop to update the new gallery yet again...
"Mom's Family album, entry 6!"

The medicine finally worked! Now she's much closer to behaving like the daughter I always wanted her to be. Obedient! I started hiding the pills again, she's pretty much perfect already anyway. Wouldn't want her to change too much! Also, icky chemicals! The less she takes of those, the better. This is fine! This is perfect! Made her eat an extra large portion of food today too. Petite slender girls are attractive, but just a few extra pounds are important to have -- for the baby that's hopefully already growing in her tiny belly!

Sarah's first bra! Also teaching her how to make her pussy wet! It's crazy that she didn't know how that works. It's a normal part of her body just like her arms and legs -- just had to teach her how to use it!! But now she can easily get her little lady wet and ready to go, on demand. Gotta go shopping for new bras maybe. Or skip it entirely since pregnancy causes her breasts to grow all the time anyway lol. Can't wait to see them fill up with milk!! My little girl is growing up so quickly! #HopefullyKnockedUp

"Mom's Family album, entry 7!"

After teaching her how to get wet, I also taught her how to loosen herself up a little. Just enough to make it easier to take her daddy's penis!! It's no fun for anyone if she's too tight. I told her to stretch herself at least once a day! Maybe I should buy one of those XXL dildos for her? She needs to learn to tolerate the discomfort of taking a big guy. Nobody likes to hear her wincing and gasping. Good girls are silent while getting used! #PerfectFit