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“In the living room, Amy, dear!” Mom calls back, as she drives herself in again. I sway, moaning happily against my Dad's cock as I continue to lick and kiss his meat. Soon, Amy walks in and joins us, pausing once she can see them both using me.

“I hope you don't mind I decided to claim this faggot's ass for myself,” Mom says.

“Not at all. You're the faggot's parents, only fitting one of you got to wreck it, first,” Amy replies, “It's why I didn't use his ass this morning, myself. I was saving it for you.” Mom groans her approval as I blink, turning my head for just a moment.

Smack! Dad's hand cracks across my face again, reminding me of my purpose, and before he can scold me, my mouth gets back to work. He sighs in approval as I lick my way up his cock, even though I'm shocked to hear Amy used me, somehow.

“Such a considerate young lady,” Mom commends her, “Thank you, dear. Do you need us to stop while you check on this faggot's reprogramming?” I don't know if Amy shakes her head or not, but my father doesn't stop me worshipping him.

Mom's hips don't slow down, either, so I can only assume she's indicated that they don't need to, and so they don't intend to stop using me. My brain continues to rewire, as I moan softly in pleasure against Dad's cock as Mom grinds my prostate.

“I can wait until my turn and then check on his reprogramming, then,” she says, “He's clearly not in a docile state, which ... is my main concern. If his brain's reorienting itself unexpectedly, it'll be really difficult for me to deprogram him later.”

“Then don't,” Mom says, grinding her cock to the hilt in my ass. I know better than to move my mouth off Dad's cock, at this point, so I keep licking and kissing, instead of objecting. Amy hums thoughtfully at the notion of leaving me like this.

“All right,” Amy answers, and I stare at my father's cock as I continue licking and kissing his meat. Part of me is aware of the fact this wasn't how I was before, but after Amy's reprogramming, it's like I see the world in a completely new light.

“I'll have to register his reprogramming, then, which will make him my property, since he volunteered for brainwashing,” Amy says, “Unless I register him as free-use, at least.” I quietly continue taking Mom's cock as I worship my father's meat.

“Do that. Register him as free-use,” Mom says, as she slides her hips back and out, then drives herself back into me, again. My eyes flutter in shock at the words, but with Dad's hand on my head, I simply continue quietly licking up, kissing down.

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