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“All right. Well, you'll both have until my turn to reconsider,” Amy says, “Once I've had my turn, it will not be possible to deprogram him or return him to how he was. Even now, it'd be very hard to deprogram him, but afterwards, impossible.”

“Couldn't you simply reprogram him again?” Dad asks, resisting the temptation to cum as I continue worshipping his cock and swaying with every thrust from Mom. Amy hums in the negative, a firm mm-mm sound that comes with total clarity.

“Permanent reprogramming isn't the same as a temporary brainwash. I could undo the rewiring his brain's been doing, deprogram him, restore him to normal,” she explains, “but if I modify the code to induce permanence in brainwashing?”

“Attempting to reprogram him a second time could result in permanent brain damage and just turn him into a vegetable,” Amy advises, “Once it's permanent, I won't ever be able to safely use hypnosis on him ever again. This'll be all he ever is.”

As I listen, I look up at my father, continuing to lick and kiss his cock lovingly. I moan in pleasure as Mom grinds her cock to the hilt in my ass, until I feel her large, heavy nuts touch my cheeks. Dad looks down at me, smiling with appreciation.

“Would you like that, faggot? For this to be your life from now on, permanently?” Dad asks. I smile at him lovingly as he calls me a faggot, again, but I bite my lip. Before I can answer, Dad looks over at Amy, questioning expression on his face.

“Legally speaking, and, well, to you as his best friend and the hypnotist, does it matter what he wants right now?” Dad asks. I blink as I stare up at my father, moaning as Mom's cock grinds into me again, kissing my way down my Dad's rod.

“Legally, no, the faggot's in a state right now where his rights default to you as his parents,” Amy replies, “but for me, at least, I don't feel comfortable raping his mind. I've learned I need to be way more careful to prevent automatic rewiring.”

“So what do you say, faggot?” Dad says, looking down at me as I continue to worship his cock, smiling up at him as he calls me a faggot yet again. I moan involuntarily against him, offering pleasurable vibrations as Mom grinds along my prostate.

“You always said you wanted to get a tattoo, fag,” Mom says, as she pulls out, then drives in again, keeping her pace slow, methodical. “How about free use cock slave on the small of your back, so everyone will know you serve family and friends?”

“Would you like that, faggot?” Dad asks, then pauses, “Hold that thought, actually. I need to cum.”

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