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She broke off the hug and smiled warmly down at your big round eyes while your jaw opened and closed silently as you tried to find the words to reply. She pressed a finger to your lips and grinned condescendingly. “I just think any daughter of mine should be fully aware of her options before she gets too sure of anything. You haven’t told your father yet?” You shook your head, utterly petrified, not knowing what Mommy was thinking or planning but dreading it nonetheless, and your eyes grew even wider when she called out through the open door to me, and I came in and sat down on the bed next to you opposite her. She placed a hand on your thigh, and ran her other gently down your back as she purred “Tell him what you told me.”

You stammered out the words, and I smiled warmly in response, placing a hand on your other thigh as you squirmed between us. I exchanged a smirk with your mother that made your blood run cold. “You haven’t ever been with a woman before either, have you?” I said, in a gentle, instructive tone. “Have you ever even seen one naked?” Right on cue, your Mommy began slowly stripping off her clothes as you blushed, transfixed by the sight, barely even noticing the rustling behind you as I did the same. She peeled off her shirt and pants sensually, revealing all the delicious curves you’d been trying so hard not to stare at until now. Mommy could never be allowed to learn that her body is the reason you know you like girls… but given your reaction, the way your face turned red and your head spun, the way your breathing grew shallow and a pathetic noise escaped you lips, she knew exactly the effect she was having on you.

Mommy grinned at you hungrily, and her heavy, round tits that you hadn’t seen up close in ages swayed in front of your face as you salivated. “You want these, don’t you, sweetheart? I know you do… and you can have them… you just need to do a little something for me in return. You just need to be a little open-minded for one night… and then we’ll be so proud of our little lesbian daughter.” You let out a whimper as my firm hands grabbed your hips, slid your skirt up and your panties down, but Mommy cradled your face in front of her and didn’t let you look back at me as you felt my heavy, thick, hard cock against your ass while I held it by the base, sliding it around, eagerly searching for the entrance of my lesbian daughter’s dripping wet cunt.

Coming out to us as cute lesbian and you think it's gone well until Daddy sneaks into your bed one night and rapes your virgin cunt. Holding you close with his cock buried deep inside you and rubbing your little clit until you have your very first orgasm. Not with another girl like you'd hoped but with the man that made you.

It'll happen every night. Daddy coming in and using one of your holes until he finishes inside you. Every time he'll cuddle you tight after, stroke the tears off your face and assure you that this is for the best. He's just trying to help you deal with your confusing feelings.

No daughter of his could ever be a dyke.

So you'll come to me. Your adoring mother, asking me to put a stop to it.

And I will. Daddy stops sneaking into your room. Acts as if nothing has happened. And if you didn't have the bruises on your body as a reminder you might convince yourself it had all been a bad dream.

But just as you're starting to sleep through the night, Mommy decides it's her turn to visit her sweet little angel in bed.

Mommy needs proof that you're a lesbian, you see, so she can keep Daddy from making his visits. So you're going to get between my legs and lick like it's your favourite meal. You can rub your clit while you listen to Mommy's moans and you better assure Mommy just how much you like it, or else she's just gonna assume you're a silly straight girl going through a phase.

Eventually, Daddy will return. Mommy only has so much authority after all and listening to our noises will have been just unbearable for him. But it's okay. Mommy will bargain with him and you'll only have to be a straight girl every other night while Mommy has you on the others.

Yesssss all of this!! Of course she shared your nudes to the group chat, you just looked so good. 😊 isnt it nice knowing they get off to your photos, that's how you know you're hot. AND relatives omg... you go to spend the holidays with her family, and she convinces you it would be rude not to thank her dad for flying you out there, and her uncle needs some cheering up after his wife left him, and of course her brother is only 19, you know how boys that age are, you should go help him out a little. 😘

Eventually you'll get to the point where you go upstairs with a guy for a threesome, only part way in your gf goes off to sit at her computer. You're gagging and moaning on his cock, trying to get her attention, only for her to say "can you keep it down babe, I'm trying to work." She eventually just leaves the room, leaving you trapped there under the body weight if some guy your barely know as he fucks his too big cock into your drooling cunt.

I want to feel like I've betrayed myself. If it's being forced upon me, that my body is betraying me by cumming as a man breeds me. If subversive elements like mental tricks are used, I want it to be explicitly a manipulation of me. I can keep going, but it ultimately comes down to one thing - I want to be forced to enjoy it.

Your cock isn't going to make me straight. What it is going to do is give me the most humiliating sexual experience of my life. That I came my brains out while a man was fucking me.

I also want him to know what he's doing. Know that I'm into other women. Know that I'm, as far as he's concerned, a lesbian. And yet he's still getting to use me. He's getting to make me perform for him. He's getting to cum in or on me. And no matter how much I protest, I can't stop the fact that this man made me cum; or made me so worked up that I behaved like a needy whore.

But importantly: once it's done, my orientation isn't changed. My preferences aren't changed. But now I'm going to have that memory of this event gnawing at me. Chewing at me. Making me feel guilty. Making me doubt myself. And it's going to consume me.