** This story contains consensual incest and family love with multiple partners in a total fantasy world where it is permissible. I do not give permission to re-post or archive my stories. All characters are 18 and over. This part has a lot of swearing and dirty talk, just letting you know in case that's not your thing **
(Slut play)
Dad had finally taken my virginity last night after a romantic candlelit dinner out on the garden deck.
He'd carried me upstairs to my bedroom and been gentle at first, which I appreciated. But then he'd gotten on top of me and really railed me, fucking me hard and fast into my bed as he lost control.
Next he'd made me get on top so I could take him deep, riding his thickness, his stiff manhood stirring me up and making me juicy inside.
At some point whilst I was riding Dad, Mum had slipped into the room, quietly circled her arms around me from behind, and held my bouncing tits for me as I came all over Dad's throbbing manhood with a scream.
Afterwards my parents had tucked me up in bed, and kissed me goodnight. I fell asleep immediately, even though I was a little sore between my legs. I had played a good innocence game but for now at least it was time to set that aside.
***
My first move the morning after was to have a long hot shower. It was cooler first thing and the sun wasn't properly up yet; the hot water felt good over my body, easing some aches here and there. I shaved carefully between my legs, losing my little blonde landing strip.
Then I used a strong but temporary hair dye to go from my natural ash blonde to a deep black, adding streaks of vivid reds and blues to the ends. It gave me an edgy look, especially after I'd used my styling tongs to create twists and curls through those colours to give a tousled look.
I had a wide selection of slutty clothes to pick from, but after remembering Dad practically drooling in front of MTV a while back while watching an old Avril Lavigne video, I had decided to go with the hot teenage goth look.
As I dried myself, I mentally shifted away from Innocence mode and worked to bring out my inner slut. Training at the Academy had helped; we sometimes practiced shifting between modes quickly, using clothes as well as visualisation techniques and key words to orient ourselves. It also helped that I simply felt less innocent and more slutty now. I ran a few words through my mind like slut, whore, pussy. Then out loud I said to myself, 'Dad's big fat cock,' at the same time imagining him slapping that cock across my face. I felt an answering clench at my centre.
After painting my fingernails and cute little toes black, I affixed temporary tattoos of a blood red rose with a black thorned stem high on my right outer thigh, a circlet of barb wire on my left wrist, and with careful use of a hand mirror, the word 'slut' in lowercase curling italics, low and central on my back just above my ass. Round my neck went a black lace choker, and I hung a short pretty silver chain from my belly button piercing. Then I remembered I had bought a cute little silver anklet too, and fastened that round my left ankle. Apart from that and the choker I was still naked. I took a minute to spritz my skin just a little with a new perfume, this one less floral and more vanilla.
Next I stepped into a black lace thong with a tiny triangle of flimsy material at the front and a thin G string at the back that almost disappeared between my ass cheeks. I pulled on an equally lacy black push-up bra which fastened at the front. I finished the look with a vintage faded AC/DC rock band t- shirt, pulled down off one shoulder to show my bra strap. The t-shirt clung to my ample tits but was barely long enough to cover my thighs.
Sitting back at my dressing table, I applied black smudge proof lipstick, seriously smoky dark blue eye shadow, black mascara and pencilled black over my naturally blonde brows.
For footwear, I considered impractical black strappy high heels, incongruous little white socks, bare feet or lace up thick soled boots. I went with the heels.
Finally, I stood carefully and went to the long mirror on my wardrobe door and did a twirl, hands on hips. It had taken a while, but I was transformed. It was me but yet not me. I looked exactly like the hot teenage goth slut I was aiming for. Now I just needed to become her.
***
I beat Dad but not Mum downstairs and as I clicked in my heels across the kitchen tiles to the sink where she was washing her hands, she turned and did a double take, her eyebrows arching way up. My heels meant I now matched her height.
'Morning mother dearest', I said. 'Problem?'
She looked me up and down speculatively, her demure cream silk kimono a stark contrast to my outfit.
'Apart from the fact that you're dressed like a cheap whore you mean?'
I smirked at her, getting into my role.
'Wasn't cheap, actually. Good job Mummy and Daddy don't mind me spending their hard earned cash. As to being a whore, I had the perfect role model in you, Mommy dearest.'
Her jaw dropped but I could see something spark in her eyes. 'Don't talk to me like that young lady. Let's see what your father has to say about this shall we.'
'Yes, let's,' I threw back.
'And what on earth have you done to your beautiful hair?'
'I needed a change, mother. I'm not your innocent little girl any more. Anyway, what's for breakfast, I'm starving.'
'You'll wait for your father, Amy. He's got an important meeting to go to this afternoon and needs to eat.'
I turned away from her and stalked over to the end of the long breakfast table where Dad always sat. Instead of sitting on a chair I hitched up my t-shirt and sat my ass down on the edge of the table, and lay back on my elbows, using them to support my slim frame, draping my spread legs over the end with my heels on the seat of Dad's chair.
The first thing Dad would see when he came in the kitchen was my tiny lacy black panties barely covering my slit at the junction of my creamy thighs.
'If Dad's hungry, he can eat my pussy.'
'Amy!' Mum cried out, seemingly shocked. But she just carried on getting the breakfast things out on the kitchen counter.
I laughed.
I heard Dad on the stairs and then he walked into the kitchen. He was wearing a white button up shirt and dark grey trousers. He was also wearing a look of.pure astonishment as his eyes took me in top to bottom, then zeroed in on my black panties.
'Amy,' he started, 'What on Earth is all...is this...what are you...' he faltered, waving his hand in my general direction.
'What's the matter, Father? Cat got your tongue? And speaking of tongues,' I said, pulling my panties to one side and baring my bald slit to him, 'Why don't you shut up, sit down and eat my pussy. Mum said you needed a good breakfast.'
