The Slutification Program -

Rose went straight to her bedroom and didn't come downstairs before dinner. It was easily the worst school day she had ever had. After showering, she took a short nap. She was awakened by her mom calling her for dinner. Both her parents were already seated.

"Take a seat, and let's say what we are thankful for," said Rita.

Rose thought it was weird. They were never That family that said grace before dinner. Well, if everything was changing, let some of them be good ones.

"I am thankful for my beautiful wife. And the food she cooks and has cooked tonight. Except when she makes spaghetti. Those are horrible. Just kidding, honey. They are not as bad as your casserole." Rita playfully swatted his hand. He continued, "And I am thankful for my sexy daughter. It's been so much exciting lately watching this slut bounce around the house. My dick never goes down. I am thankful for her fuck handles. Those tits are majestic."

"How about the nipples, honey?" questioned Rita, extending her hand and raising the top by the hem before Rose could react. Her whole chest was exposed. Rose quickly pulled the dress down and groaned, "Mom!"

"Yes, I am thankful for those nipples too. Will be more thankful when those will be in my mouth," finished Ron.

"Okay, it's my turn now. I am thankful for two things," said Rita before getting up and kissing her husband on the lips. Then she went to her daughter and gave her two quick pecks on her lips, too. Rose was surprised. One moment, her mom was the biggest pervert in the town, and the next moment, she was even more wholesome than before.

"That's so sweet, baby. Okay, kitty, it's your turn now," Ron nodded to his daughter.

"Alright dad. I am thankful for.. um.. you guys," said Rose, never very good with words.

"For what?" asked Rita.

"For being my parents and raising me."

"And how did we become your parents."

"By giving birth to me, duh!"

"And how did we do that?"

"Coitus, probably. Assuming I am not adopted."

"Heh! Don't use those words anymore. Talk like an adult," Rita's voice slowly becoming harsher.

"Okay, sex it is."

"So, are you thankful that your father fucked me?"

"Yes, mom."

"Are you thankful that your father fucked me on our wedding night while my own father, your grandpa, was facefucking me? And my mom was eating your father's ass. Are you thankful for that too?"

Rose couldn't believe her ears. She didn't expect her maternal grandparents to be this depraved too. She hesitated to repond but thought better. Taking a deep breath, she decided to play along with her mother just to get it over with. She would have been made to follow her lead anyway.

"Yes, mom. I am grateful for dad and grandpa fucking you."

"Are you grateful for your dad's big veiny steel hard cock? Say it to your father, looking at his eyes."

"Yes. I am grateful for your big veiny rock hard cock, dad."

"Are you grateful for his thick tasty white cum?"

"Yes. I am grateful for your sticky delicious white cum dad."

Rose's use of her own set of adjectives wasn't lost on her mother. The progress was going well, so she decided to push her more.

"You can't show gratitude to his cock from that far. Come here. Honey, push back your chair and spread your legs. Rose, kneel before your dad."

Knowing better, Rose obeyed. She kneeled before her father. His cock was pitching a tent on his sweatpants a few inches away from her face.

"Remember what I did to the things I am thankful for?" asked Rita.

"Yes, mom. You kissed us."

"Right. Now be a good girl and kiss what you've just said you were thankful for."

"But mom..."

"Uh, uh. Does that mean you were lying? Were you not thankful for us?"

"I was, but.."

"No buts. Just kiss it to prove you did not lie."

Rose gazed at her father. He was staring at her like a hawk. There were some sweats on his forehead in anticipation.

Rose forfeited and bowed her head down. Her lips touched the fabric at the top of the boner like she was kissing a butterfly. A cold shiver went down her spine. Giving a quick peck, she jerked her head up.

"Honey, did you feel anything?" Rita asked her husband, feeling unsatisfied.

"Nope," Ron said before her question had even finished.

"So, why don't you lose the pants?"

Like a soldier on duty, Ron didn't hesitate to obey his wife's command. The sweatpants were gone before Rose could process the situation. The boner was now more prominent. If the boxer was not black, maybe she could even see the veins of his cock. Her mom extended her right hand and wrapped her fingers around his manhood. She tightened the fabrics around the cock and held them at the base. She made it look like a dick with a cotton condom and slowly started jerking up and down at the base.

"Come on, girl. The dick's not gonna kiss itself. Put some passion in the kiss too."

Rose needed no more encouragement. Her lips touched the head of the bulge. She regretted it the second she made contact. It was wet. She couldn't clearly notice it earlier because of the black fabric. A strong manly odor came into her nose. Along with disgust, she got a feeling in her lower tummy that she was not familiar with. Giving it a harder peck than last time, she started to raise her head. But there was a wet strand of slime joining her lips with his cock. As she pulled further apart, the string broke.

Her mother noticed, "Don't worry. That's not cum. It's just precum. Okay food's getting cold."

They returned to the table again and started their dinner in silent. Ron had a look of arousal and frustration. Rose couldn't move her eyes from her food. Rita was the only one who looked like nothing was different from normal.

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After dinner, they relaxed in the living room. It was their weekly game night. Lately, the Dunphies haven't played much but Rita decided they should start again.

"So what are we playing tonight? Please don't say charade. I'd rather go to sleep," begged Ron.

"Someone's horny tonight. Don't worry, I've got an idea."

Her mother having an 'idea' didn't bode well with Rose. She wondered how her mom would turn a family game into something sexual.

"Let's play Statue," Rita announced. They played it occasionally, but not often on game nights. More like one would shout "statue" to another while carrying a tray or something.

"What's the wager then?"

"How about the number of rounds you lose as a statue are the number of clothes you don't wear tomorrow? So, If you wear three items normally and you lose one round, you will get to wear only two items tomorrow."

'There you go,' thought Rose. 'Never without a plan.'

"That could be problematic. We can't play more than two rounds or I gotta start looking for jobs that allow jumpsuits."

"Fine with..."

" STATUE!!" shouted Rose, pointing to her mother with her mouth wide open. Rita rolled her eyes at getting caught agape mid-sentence.

She obliged. She kept frozen on the couch while the dad-daughter duo giggled.

"Dad, I got an idea." It was time to teach her mother a lesson.

She darted to the kitchen and came back holding a teaspoon of salt. She pushed the spoon to her mom's open mouth, careful about not making any contact.

"She got you good, honey," said her father in an amused voice.

But even after a minute, her mother showed no sign of giving up. She had always been good at this game.

"Time is ticking," reminded her father. She had to hold on for three minutes total. "Let me give you an idea. You can take off my dirty boxer I am wearing right now and shove it into her mouth. That'll stir her up, I'm sure."

"No, I'd rather lose this round, dad," as much as she would love to beat her mom, her dad's naked penis was the last thing she wanted to see.

"Are you sure, kitty? Imagine all the times she has humiliated you in the last couple of days and will do more. Isn't it time she tasted her own medicine? She is the one getting her mouth stuffed with a smelly underwear."

"Okay, then take it off, dad," said Rose, looking away from her father.

"Didn't you hear me? You statued her. So, you need to do the work. Come on." said her father. He stood up from the couch and walked to his daughter. "Come on. Thirty secs."

Desperate to humiliate her mother and finding no way, she relented. She got rid of the spoon and kneeled before her father, though not as close as before. His cock looked hard as before but pointed downward. She held the waistband and thought it would be better to jerk it down in one go. She closed her eyes and did so.

What she didn't anticipate was that hard cocks don't want to face down. Her dad's rock hard manhood sprang upward and hit her chin at the edge. But the force slid the dick up and it got stuck at her nose, while smearing warm precum on her lips. The shock made her eyes open. She was too baffled to move.

She never saw her dad's cock let alone in point black range. She could even see the veins pulsating. It took her more than five seconds to recover herself, while his cock rested below her nose, leaking hot precum. Some of it found its way through her surprised departed lips.

She quickly got the boxer out with her father's help. He reminded her that less than half a minute remained. She tasted a funny, salty taste in her mouth and was not naive enough to not understand what it was. She needed to wash her mouth but time was ticking. The taste wasn't horrible.

Rose bunched the semi-wet underwear and stuffed it into her mother's wide open mouth. And it seemed to work.

Rita had a gag reflex and surrendered. She quickly got the boxer out of her mouth.

"Haha! Bet you hated the taste and smell, mom," triumphed Rose over her win.

"Yeah, right. It's smell and taste that got me. Sure," said Rita in a sarcastic voice, taking the boxer to her nose and smelling it like a rose. She made an ecstatic face as if it were the best smell she'd ever experienced. Then did something that stunned Rose. She dragged her tongue along the fabric and winked at her daughter. "Mama likes it dirty!"

She went up to her daughter and brushed her index finger on her lips. Then, she brought it to her own mouth. "Ummh!"

For the first time, Rose was not disgusted but amazed by her mother's actions. She had seen her mom as a figure the last couple of days, but this time, she saw unbridled lust in her eyes. She didn't like this train of thought of her. She called statue on her father to shift her focus.

"Honey, I guess it's your turn now. You have to do the same pose as me."

"It's not in the rules," Ron complained about his wife's idea.

"It's the rule Now. Do you wanna challenge it?"

"Fine. Just get it over with," said Rose's father, opening his mouth as large as he could. He was sitting on the couch with his legs wide open, his naked hardness aiming at the ceiling.

"Got any idea?" asked Rita to her daughter.

"No mom"

"Well, I got one. I got to taste an underwear, so gets one too. It's only fair. But the problem is I ain't wearing any."

"I can fetch one from your room."

"There's nothing dirty. But you're wearing one," stated Rita, slowly caressing her daughter's ass over her shorts.

"Okay," agreed Rose, starting to go upstairs. She knew her mother would made her follow the idea one way or other.

"Wait!! No one can leave the venue of the game. You have to do it here."

"You can't just make rules up as you like, mom," shouted Rose in frustration.

"I can and I just did. Now be a dear and lose the thong," scowled Rita.

Rose realized she had no escape from this. Well, she could just walk out and go to her rooms. She knew her mom wouldn't physically stop her. But she would have to pay for being a rebel with an interest.

She wished she had more anger in her. She could just storm out of the house without a care in the world. But surprisingly, she didn't hate the game as much as her conscience would want to. What was going on?

She took off the shorts with shaking hands. The next part was tricky. She covered her crotch with one hand holding the shorts and slipped the thong down her legs with the other. Then, she tried to do the opposite, covering with the thong and putting on the shorts. But her mother grabbed her hands.

"No time. Just go."

Holding the shorts over her naked crotch, she approached her father and softly stuffed his mouth with her thong.

"Honey, how does your daughter's juices taste? Yummy yummy? Want more? It's right here. Naked and wet. Just move and grab your baby girl. I know she wants it too," teased Rita, but her husband seemed unfazed. Only a minute and half remained. "Okay that's not working. Got another idea. Go sit over your dad."

"Mom!!"

"You don't have to sit on his dick, silly. Just sit on your knees and put your tits in his mouth."

"What!!" shouted Rose, hearing the absurd idea.

"Just do it, no time. Chop, chop!!"

Surprisingly, she heard no protest from within herself. This terrified her. What was going on with her mind tonight?

She approached her father like a zombie and straddled him with her knees on the couch. Her naked pussy was only a few inches above from his cock. She held the shorts with one hand. With the other, she pulled the thong from her father's mouth.

She pulled the hem of her top up and pushed herself more to her father. The nipple slowly entered his open mouth without making any contact.

It took only two seconds for Ron to decide that he should forfeit the battle to win the war. And win he did.

He grabbed his daughter's naked ass and pulled her more toward him. Then he grabbed the boob with the other hand and latched onto the nipple like there was no tomorrow. Both his hands kept squeezing as hard as he could.

Meanwhile, Rita walked around to the back of the couch. She faced her daughter and said, "Don't get up. Your dad still has a minute left. So, it's still a part of the game. Let him play, our sweet little plaything."

But little did she know, Rose had no plan of moving away. She barely registered what her mother had said. One of her hands was holding the back of her father's head, pushing it to herself. Her eyes rolled upward in bliss.

Rose didn't know this version of herself. What did it want? Where did it come from?

No, she didn't want this. She was not enjoying it. She couldn't. He was her father. She was just letting him suckle on her until the time was up. That must be it. It was still part of the game, as her mom said. The feeling she was experiencing was just a tickling, right? It had to be.

Suddenly, she heard some voices. Her mother was holding her phone front-facing toward the action. Three people were present in the group video chat. One was her grandfather, and the other was her uncle, Shawn. She was not sure about the third one because he had only his dick on the field of view. However, based on the large potbelly, it was likely her uncle Brian. He was jerking his meat off furiously.

"Hey everyone, check out our little girl! She has finally come to her senses and is now doing her daughterly duties."

"Mom!!! What are you doing? Cut the call. Please."

"Say hi to the fam, Rose," said her mother, totally ignoring her plea. She brought the phone closer and held it just over her tits. "Doesn't her tits look so yummy, guys?"

"They definitely do," said Shawn.

"Those honeybuns are our pride and joy," said grandpa Donald.

"How about you, Brian? It looks like you're too busy to talk. Jerk your cock left and right if you agree. Good. I believe we all are on the same page. I gotta go. We are in the middle of a game. Bye," Rita hung up. "Ok, time's up."

Ron reluctantly let her go. He still had a dreamy look on his face. Rose dropped on the couch, like a tired accountant at the end of the day. A few seconds later, she realized that she was naked. She quickly put her free hand over her chest while the other never moved from the crotch.

"New rule. No putting on or off any clothes without the context of the game," announced Rita. Her daughter didn't even have the energy to protest. "Guess whose turn it is."

"Ugh," sighed Rose and gaped her mouth wide, "Here, I am statue-ing myself. Just get it over with."

As soon as her mouth parted, Rita bent down in front of her daughter and spat a glob of saliva directly into her open mouth.

Rose's eyes widened in shock. What the fuck was her mom doing? This was a new low.

"Honey, what are you waiting for?"

Her father followed her husband's example--except he spat three times. Rose felt a mixture of disgust and rush. She had to get the spits out of her mouth. But to her surprise, she felt the urge to gulp it down instead of just spewing everything out.

"Look. Our daughter likes to be spat on. Just like bitch in heat. Noted. Just like me."

"She isn't budging. What's next?" said Rose's father, finally managing to use his vocal cords.

"You know what's next. We all know."

Rose hoped they wouldn't go this far. But she knew what was coming. She witnessed with wide eyes her dad's cock entering her mouth hole. He held half of his manhood inside without touching any part of his daughter's mouth. He had to be careful; there was barely any gap between the two organs.

"Rose, I hope you will move. Then your dad will get a nice sucking. It's only fair after he sucked you so good, isn't it?" teased her mom, "Honey, she has to sit still, but you don't."

Ron understood what his wife hinted at. He slowly started to move his hips in a push-and-pull motion. But it was hard to keep his cock straight to do this. The underside of his shaft was gliding on her wet tongue.

This went on for a minute. The speed had gotten much faster without a care for any 'accidental' contact.

Rita sat beside her daughter and held the backside of her head still.

"Her throat is still virgin, baby,"

Ron needed no further prodding. He pushed three-quarters of his dick deep inside Rose's mouth. She felt her gag reflex kick on. She was almost on her limit but tried her hardest to hold out. She didn't want to lose any more of her school clothes.

But after about a dozen thrusts, she gave up. After only a few deep thrusts, she stopped his cock with her tits-holding hand. She panted like she had just finished a race.

She was afraid her mom would make her suck for the remaining seconds. But luckily, Rita believed it was enough.

"Wonderful. We all are minus one right now. Rose, you have to start this round. Let me know when you've caught your breath."

"I'm fine. But I'm not opening my mouth even to talk," Rose zipped her lips shut. She thought she couldn't be caught in any uncomfortable poses if she stayed still before getting statue-ed. But the thought of covering her boobs had left her fuzzy mind.

She took notice of her state after a few seconds. But her mother had statue-ed her just before she could lift her hand.

"Well, this is quite a nice view, don't you think?"

Rita turned to her husband, who was jerking off on the couch beside Rose. She sat on the other side and hugged her from the side. She put one arm over her daughter's shoulder and moved her face to her like a cheek-to-cheek selfie pose.

"Love, you look close. Why don't you finish off on my face?" said Rita to her husband. "Get up and stand before us."

He obliged and started to crank his meat three feet away from the girls.

"Careful, you have terrible aim. We don't want thick white creamy cum on our little slut's face, do we?"

Rose knew she could do nothing but pray. Is saving her decency in school worth enduring her father's cum shower?

A long white rope of cumshot disrupted her thoughts. It landed on her mom's face. The next one followed a lower trajectory, hitting Rita's right tit.

Time slowed for Rose. She looked keenly at his dick to look for any direction change. And it happened. But her reflexes were not fast enough. She got her left boob painted white.