Family plans

As you sit up you wince a bit, first from the soreness between your legs where your dad spend quite a while rearranging your guts and then from the pain in your throat were your mom has chocked you to your most epic orgasm ever. As you remember what happened you can't help but smile.

You swing your legs over the edge of the bed, stand up and walk, a bit bow-legged, towards the bathroom. A refreshing shower later you dress up and search for your family. You find them in the living room smiling and chatting with each other.

"Hey!", you chime in and take a seat with them. "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing sweety. Just planning the rest of the weekend.", your mom answers. She is casually laying her hand on your thigh. She turns back to your dad and starts talking again but her warm hand directly against your tender skin is making you feel all tingly and warm. The topic they talk about is something mundane and a bit boring so focusing on it and participating in the conversation is difficult enough, but as soon as your mother’s hand stary lightly stroking the inside of your thigh you lose track completely.

Light as a feather her fingertips wander up and down over the sensitive skin tickling you and arousing you at the same time. Despite the touch being so tender and delicate you don't find the strength to push her hand away. It just feels too good. Especially when her hand starts wandering upwards with each playful pet, nearing your little pussy which again is leaking your juice into the crotch of your panties. You notice that the tone of the conversation has changed, but your moms’ hands are creeping under the hemline of your miniskirt already and your breath is getting more and more ragged and labored. You are close to moaning when suddenly her teasing fingers disappear. With glossy and horny eyes, you look up at her face.

"Enjoying yourself, slut?" Your mother is gleefully looking down upon you. "My, you get turned on so easily! That’s so much fun. But you won't get your orgasm right now. First, we have to do a little photo shoot. Put these cat ears on. They make you look extra cute and fuckable. Pull your shirt up and kneel for me. We have to advertise what a slut you are."

Confused and horny you do what comes naturally and follow her orders. Soon you are posing like a subbie little fuck-me girl for the camera while thinking about how to please your mom and get the orgasm you crave so much as quickly as possible.

"Beautiful", your mom cheerfully comments as she shoots you and repositions you a few times to get a variety of different pics. Meanwhile the rest of your family is watching the two of you while smiling and occasionally commenting on your body. "You look great in just your underwear. This actually gives me an idea. I think from now on you shouldn't be in control of your clothes anymore. Ask me when you want to change something about your wardrobe."

You wince in humiliation as yet another piece of your freedom is taken away. Not even something as intimate as your own clothes is under your control anymore. Now you can't even change your soaked panties for some dry ones.

"Maybe you are wondering what these pictures are for. Well, we discussed your situation and decided to set a TinDare profile for you. We can't have someone from family knock you up, right? Biology and shit."

Your eyes go big and you open your mouth to protest. "What? Uhm, mom, wait plea-" "Hush! You don't have a say on this matter anymore. Remind me again, sweet little slut, why are you not allowed to make you own decisions?"

You look at her and feel your blood shooting in your face. Does she really want you to admit how she made give her the permission to decide anything in your life while she was knuckles deep in your pussy?

"Because I got distracted.", you answer, hoping it would be enough. Of course it wasn't.

"Talk openly, slut, we are all family here.", she demands your self-humiliation.

Ashamed you cast your eyes down before replying with a tiny voice: "Because I am a little slut who is controlled by nothing but her whorish lust and cannot be trusted with any responsibility." "That’s correct. And now follow my order and smile for the camera. And push your tits out a bit more."