My room [Goth]

"I'll be good." I squeak wanting to get out of this situation and not be noticed as I edge my way to the door, I fail on one part as both end their argument to glare at me but it seems they realize the only way either of them are going to bed happy with the other is if I'm not in the other's bed.

"Night, dweeb," Cassie says before giving me a quick peck on the cheek that leaves behind a purple lip print.

"Mommy loves you, baby." Mom says as she cups my cheeks and take me into a deep kiss, I make no attempt to resist as her tongue enters my mouth and wraps around mine. She only breaks her kiss when I start to get wobbly.

"Geez mom, why don't you just pin him to the floor and hump him while your at it," Cassie says with a tone that I'm pretty sure she wants that to happen before I finally manage to squeeze through my door.

I think it's my room, as it looks less like the room I'm familiar with and more like a room of a sex addicted goth. Thankfully it seems my computer is mostly unchanged, only now instead of RBG pulsing the light is red and it's adorned with stickers of vampires from anime and movies. My bed has red and black sheets and I swear I can see numerous white stains. The largest decoration seems to be a full floor length poster of a familiar looking vampire woman from a video game and the main character, a sissy of course, on his knees grasping her thick thigh as he looks up.

On my dresser is a rather nice looking make up set with a mirror and a large collection of butt plugs, cages, and dildos. Cautiously I make my way to the mirror dreading what I may find and it seems my face hasn't undergone anymore changes, though I now sport a some black piercings including snakebite piercings, nose ring, and a small nose stud. My hair seems to be longer now to about arm pit length and starts black before fading to red.

I flinch as I hear a door slam shut and mom's muffled words to someone in the next room. The next room should be mom's office but I still find myself sliding my closet door to open to find it similar to what I had before, though far far more clothes and all being dark colors. I edge closer to hear what mom is saying.

"-I have wor-" An exhausted feminine voice pleads before being cut off by mom.

"Silence. I just spent most of the night getting wet only for our fucking daughter to twat swat me," there's a short pause as I think I can hear mom doing something until she resumes ",*sigh* Should have known you'd be just as small as John."

"Y-you knew how small I was before you married me, and you s-"

"Always a gifted one, Always hung and thick. Now that's what I want." Mommy declares as she the bed starts to creak. It's to much I bounce to my feet before ripping one of the dildos from my dresser and sticking it to a spot on the closet wall that seemed to have the paint missing. I don't have time to look for lube as I hear the bed start to creak so I do my best to give it a thorough deep throat causing me to gag and gasp a couple times till I pull my self off.

It seems mommy is more looking for a quick release as all I can hear is the almost rapid plap and creak of the pair as I turn around and start to slowly slide onto the dildo. I nearly cum as it hits my prostate but eventually I have it firmly wedged into my bussy and I start to increasingly rock on and off of it.

My mind keeps wandering between mommy or dad pegging or fucking my tight bussy. The thought of them make me pick up my pace as I ignore the sound of my cheeks hitting the wall or my increasing panting.

"Oh Elizabeth-" Dad starts to moan before a hard slap sounds.

"Call me mommy." She demands as I hit a sensitive spot while thinking of her slapping my ass freezing a **** moan from my lips.

"Did you hear something." Mom asks as the the bed stops creaking.

"Mommy, I'm so close." Dad begs as I lay there frozen as I rip a skull shaped ball gag that from the back of the closet door and shove it into my mouth.

Exhausted I lay slumped in my own dirty laundry as Mommy resumes her riding. I give a couple more lazy bounces as mommy lets out a satisfied muffled moan likely arriving at her own orgasm. I give a couple thoughts of crawling to bed, but in the end I'm to tired and sore to do anything more than curl up on my laundry to the thoughts of mommy spooning me.

Groggily I get up from my pile of closes, I'm not sure what hurts more my ass or my back, no it seems to be my back as I crawl out of my makeshift bed to find that it's 4:30. Dad should be about to get up and everyone should be well asleep.

Looking through my closet it seems like the vast majority of my clothes are in similar styles to my room, gothic, and I can categorize them by feminine or neutral and revealing and conservative.

The most revealing and feminine is a fishnet shirt with a string of pasties ranging from black hearts to skulls and a miniskirt and thong that likely won't hide anything. The most conservative and neutral clothes is a tight black shirt with a band logo I don't recognize and a pair of ripped black skinny jeans. There is a whole host of other shirt, tube tops, corsets, jeans, skirts, and hot pants, but most are black or red.

I have an epiphany or two. Currently everyone is asleep, I might be able to steal mommy's wand, but the last time i had it it didn't work.