Yes

In the end, it isn't the disappointment from them that makes up my mind. It's that the old me would be utterly horrified to be in this position, licking Dad's cock as Mom rams my ass, picking up the pace to a reasonable and healthy pounding.

It's that the old me would be humiliated, ashamed, and disgusted, by this situation, because there's no going back, here. Everyone who uses me would need to consent to hypnosis to erase their memories of having used me the way they will.

Even then, Amy can't hypnotise herself, and even if she wipes my memory, I'd be able to see the change in her eyes, in how she looks at me. So I nod, “Yea. I'd like to stay like this forever and be a free-use cock slave for family and friends.”

“That's our good little faggot,” Mom says, and I smile happily, licking Dad's cock lovingly in front of my face as it's still hard. Dad strokes my scalp gently, running his fingers through my hair and tightening his grip, using both hands, now.

“Good boy, faggot,” Dad says, “Now ... I need to cum a second time to fully drain my balls, faggot. That's really all you're good for, now, isn't it?” I moan a soft affirmation, my cheeks colouring as embarrassment sets in about how he says it.

Even as he says that, though, I feel Mom's cock starting to pulse in my ass. She groans in pleasure, arching her spine as she fucks me harder, faster. “I'm going to cum before that, babe, and then I'll make dinner. This faggot's ass is just ... perfect!”

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