** This is my first story for Literotica and contains consensual incest and family love with multiple partners in a total fantasy world where it is permissable. I do not give permission to re-post or archive my stories. All characters are 18 and over. Hope you enjoy it and I do plan to write further parts **
Part 1 - Innocence
In keeping with tradition, my Dad's 19th birthday present to me was a brand new pair of snug white panties.
"They're one size too small, Amy. I hope that's alright?"
"I love them Dad", I said, holding them up so Mum could see. They had a small, cute little pink bow at the top, and their size meant they would mold tightly to me, showcasing the shape of my special place clearly to anyone who looked.
Mum smiled warmly at me across the breakfast table. "They look lovely, sweetie. I can't wait to see you wearing them. I bet your Dad feels the same way!"
"Absolutely," Dad said, looking meaningfully at me. I could feel heat rise to my face, and also between my legs. I rubbed my thighs together. Dad had never looked at me like that before. But now that I had become a woman, I knew what would be expected of both of us, and Mum would play an important part too. I couldn't help but notice the blush rising on Dad's handsome face as he ran his hands through his dark hair. He was broad shouldered and clean shaven, and I knew he worked out. I was slim but curvy with long ash-blonde hair which today I had tied back in a simple ponytail. I looked quite a bit like Mum, although she wore her darker blonde hair at shoulder length. She had a bigger bust than me, but I wasn't far behind. I noticed Dad was looking at my chest through my soft clingy pink sweater, and I felt my nipples harden.
"So", Mum said, "You've only got one more term left at the Academy, and then it's the Summer Holidays - you must be excited Amy."
I definitely was. Angel Academy was a great institution, and I'd made a few good friends. It helped that it was a girls only residential private school; there were no boys to distract students. The teaching so far had been to a fairly standard curriculum, albeit taught expertly with small class sizes and lots of extra support. I was confident I would graduate with at least a merit. But I was much more interested in the content of the final term. Mum and Dad had helped me choose the courses, but it was my final say.
I smiled at Mum. "Yes, it's been a long haul - I'm looking forward to coming home. I do miss both of you. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to the final term".
"Remind me, what did you sign up for in the end?" Mum asked.
I found myself looking at Dad. "Well, I got my top three choices - Innocence, Slut Play and Advanced Orgasms". I noticed Dad shift in his seat. "Apparently," I continued, pulling up the email on my phone, "All three include as standard Oral, Vaginal, Anal and Working with Partners, but the AO course goes a bit further - I can't remember now but I think it includes specific use of toys, male prostate massage, that kind of thing."
I didn't feel as embarrassed as I thought I would saying that out loud, outweighed as it was by a growing excitement. "Mostly it's theoretical, but there will be some video and live demonstrations"
"Sounds great honey. And now that you're 19, me and your Dad also want you to have this."
Mum handed me an envelope which I thought was just my birthday card. I opened it carefully. The card was cute with "Happy 19th!" written as separate letters on a bunch of balloons that were in a sort of flowerpot like the balloons were flowers. Inside it was signed by Mum and Dad but also by my big sister Teresa and older brother Grant. Teresa worked in the City but was going to have a couple of weeks off for Summer; Grant we weren't expecting to see until Christmas now as he was away at Uni and was planning to go travelling during the Summer break.
On the inside of the card was taped a shiny platinum credit card with my name on it. I was surprised but delighted.
"Thanks Mum and Dad!"
"No problem Amy", said Dad, "We want you to have your independence. There's no limit on the card and I've set up auto payment. Whatever you want, whatever you need."
I knew Mum and Dad had a lot of money. Mum had inherited quite a bit, including the house, and last year Dad had sold a couple of his special military security apps exclusively to the government and had made a fortune.
Mum chipped in, "Don't think we won't still be buying you stuff though. We want to spoil you. Tomorrow, your Dad and I are going to start picking out your summer, lingerie and nightwear wardrobes. I know you're still going to grow a little, but we'll get your latest measurements from the Academy anyway". I knew that my certificate of virginity would also be issued in due course.
It was the weekend before I had to go back to the Academy on Monday, but Dad had to go on a business trip. After breakfast he grabbed his briefcase off the kitchen top, and went to kiss Mum goodbye at the door.
"Amy," said Mum, "I think you're forgetting something? Come and give your Dad a kiss goodbye."
I went to Dad at the door and he bent and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Not like that," Mum said, "Properly. You're 19 now Amy. Your father should know better too."
I met my Dad's eyes and saw the mixture of nerves and excitement in his eyes. I expect my gaze looked similar. I went up on tiptoes and gave him a quick peck on the lips. It was the first time we had kissed on the mouth, and I found I wanted to do it again. His lips were warm and strong. Dad turned quickly though and headed out the door, but not before I noticed the obvious bulge in his trousers.
***
The final term at Angel was eye-opening to say the least. There was a lot of textbook information to go through, starting with the history of the family love movement, the layers of legislation and regulation, and medical matters. Anatomy of sex organs study was detailed to say the least.
The Academy's in house medical service took care of contraceptive patches in readiness for graduates and regular health checks were taken, including sending hip/bust/waist/leg/bum and other measurements home. I had been given a clean bill of health and a year long contraceptive injection- I was also really happy that my bust and nipple measurement had increased since the last check.
I had taken gymnastics classes alongside academic study, both because I wanted to maintain a certain level of fitness and flexibility for what lay ahead, but also because it was a good way to break my hymen ahead of time, which would reduce any pain I might feel when my virginity was taken - but I was technically still a virgin. My virgin certificate testified to that, but also made a note that my hymen had thinned and torn. There hadn't been any bleeding, just a bit of discomfort. I also had planned to keep my workout clothes as I liked the way they clung to me, and I had a feeling Dad would like it too. I knew my black yoga pants made my curves all the more obvious.
Me and my best friend Jane probably spent most time outside of lessons talking about the Innocence classes. We had been asked as homework to come up with names for our vaginas that we thought would turn on our Dads and be suitable for the virginal innocent image, and also that our Mum's could be in support of. I had a shortlist of cunnie, honeypot and flower. I thought they were cute. I was also ready to have Dad name it with whatever took his fancy. I thought he might go simply for pussy but I wasn't sure. Jane meanwhile was favouring muff or front bottom. There were also questions of what to call our clitorises (bean or button for example), and then the options of what to call the male organ - there were so many choices but it had been instilled on us that language was an important part of the Innocence image we were trying to cultivate. I had decided I was going to talk about what my dad's penis (once I got a proper hold of it) looked like and felt like, rather than name it particularly. I'd wait for inspiration to strike.
As for the Slut Play classes, of course there was quite a bit to discuss there too. Some of it was about clothing choices, but moreover it was about getting in the habit of being quite forward - coarse really. Jane and I had role played asking each other to finger each other's "cunts" or asking each other to be "bent over and fucked hard".
Inevitably the orgasm classes made me and all the near-graduates very wet. At this stage we weren't allowed to masturbate to orgasm but we could touch ourselves a little to relieve some of the tension we were all building and to practice the techniques. The videos and live demonstrations, sometimes involving our female and male teachers demonstrating at the front of the class, ensured I was constantly changing wet panties for dry ones, but of course I had kept the tight and pure white panties that Dad bought me untouched. They were special. I looked forward to him feeling how firmly they would cup me front and back. Not as much as I realised I was looking forward to him taking them down perhaps. I was nervous of course, and I knew Dad would be too. But Mum was there to support us in taking this first proper step into my womanhood. I knew she had a lot of experience, and I intended to both learn from her and follow in her footsteps. In all likelihood Mum and Dad would be present for my first orgasm and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
***
Graduation was a straight forward affair. It was a perfect sunny day, and Mum and Dad were sitting near the front, close enough that I could see tears Mum's eyes. Once I was on stage, there was a quick handshake from the Dean, and then I was off with my diploma. I had narrowly missed a distinction but I was happy with the merit in Family Love Studies, and across the non sexual curriculum, I also gained an overall merit. The qualifications put me in a good position for many future career choices. Right now though, I was going home for the summer. I had already decided to start in Innocence mode. Firstly, it was the closest to who I actually was, physically if not wholly mentally. Secondly, I knew Dad would still want to see me as his innocent little angel, at least to begin with - hence the white panties 19th birthday present. Thirdly, if I was honest, it turned me on the most.
I wished Jane good luck and before we said our goodbyes, we agreed to stay in touch over the summer, not ruling out visiting each other either. She had decided to start with Slut Play and I was curious as to how that would go down with her parents.
Dad drove us home, and Mum chatted with me from the backseat whilst I sat in the passenger seat. I was still wearing my graduation outfit, which was a very short red-checked skirt and a tight white blouse over a plain white bra. Every few minutes I caught Dad looking at my bare legs, and once when he changed gear, he accidentally-on-purpose touched my thigh. It spread heat and wetness through the black panties I was wearing today. There wouldn't be long to wait now for both of us.
Mum made a grand graduation celebration dinner with a roast and all the trimmings, and then we all said goodnight. It had been a long but happy day. Mum made me kiss Dad on the lips again before I went upstairs, and this time we kissed for longer. Mum watched us approvingly, even stroking my hair at one point, before I finally made my way to my bedroom. I loved the girly whites and pinks it was decorated in and had missed it. I even had a candy stripe bedspread and matching pillows. I laid out my Innocence clothes for the morning on the back of my chair. The credit card had come in handy. I had already bought plenty of suitably Innocent things, also some for Slut Play as I had planned ahead.
Mum would give me a bath in the morning, and then help me get dressed. Then after breakfast made by Dad (I would need my energy) we would make a start putting into practice everything I had learned. It took me a while to get to sleep that night, especially without touching myself, but I wanted to save myself now for Dad.
***
"Come on Amy," called Mum, "Your bath's ready!". It was years since Mum had given me a bath, but this was all part of the well-established first day tradition. Mum sat on the edge of the bath, swirling the bubbles,, and watched me fondly as I came in. I stripped off my plain pjyamas and for a moment I was embarrassed. Mum picked up on it right away. "Amy, you've nothing to be ashamed of. You're a beautiful young woman. Come on, let's get you squeaky clean." She looked at me between the legs. "Did you decide...?"
"Yes. I'm going to go with cunnie.I think Dad's going to like it."
