by Reed James
I collapsed on him, breathing so hard, my breast rubbing on his chest, his arms around my body. I loved being a slut.
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Mrs. Umayyah
I gasped as Faizel threw me onto my back. My big tits heaved. My eldest son, my firstborn, mounted me, his eyes wild. I should protest. I should stop him. But I wanted his cock in me. My thighs parted for him as he guided his dick to my married pussy.
I took my third cock ever. The second that wasn't my husband's. I whimpered in rapture as my hunky firstborn slid back into the pussy that birthed him. My cunt clamped down his dick as he plunged into my depths with a bold stroke.
Just the way his father had taken my virginity.
“Faizel!” I groaned, my back arching, my thighs wrapping about his waist. “Yes, yes, fuck your mother! Satiate your cock! When Leyla's not around, or one of those sluts you date, I'll take care of you. Mommy loves taking care of her strong sons.”
“Fuck, Mom,” he groaned, drawing back his thick cock and ramming back into my pussy. “You're so hot and wet. You want this. You want to fuck me.”
“Just helping you out, my son,” I groaned. “But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy it.”
I seized his short, black hair and pulled him down for a hot kiss. His muscular chest mashed against my big breasts as he fucked me with long, hard stokes. I kissed my son, reveling in his strength. My married pussy drank in his hard strokes. He slammed his cock over and over into my depths. I shuddered, bucking up into him, working my hips, loving every moment of my firstborn being in me.
Such delicious pleasure shuddered through my body. My fingernails clawed his back as I bucked and writhed beneath him. He fucked me so hard, grunting into our kiss every time he buried that amazing cock into my depths.
Into his mother's pussy.
“Damn,” he groaned, breaking the kiss, his hips pumping hard. “You are so hot and wet. Mom. And these tits!”
His right hand squeezed my left tit as he plowed me, his cock thrusting hard and deep into me.
“Just perfect tits.”
“I know,” I groaned. “Mmm, enjoy this treat, my son.”
“Yes!”
The bed creaked and groaned as I thrashed beneath his youthful passion. He plowed into me so hard, so fast. My pussy took his girth. Heat rippled through me. I groaned and gasped, clenching down on him as the pleasure surged through me.
My clit smashed into his pubic bone. His wiry pubic hair kissed my bud and my pussy lips. His dick plowed so deep into me. He tilled my earth, making me quiver like a maiden beneath him. I moaned and gasped, his hand squeezing so hard.
“Yes, yes, satiate your lusts in me!” I moaned. “Mmm, yes, I won't let my strong son suffer. Pump your cum into me.”
“Fuck, Mom,” he groaned. “You are such a—”
“No!” I hissed. “Your sister is a slut! I'm just helping my son out! I'm just being a good mother.”
“Right, right,” he grunted, pumping his dick harder, faster. “Oh, Mom, yes, help me out. I'm so fucking hard. Leyla's got that tight ass. I want to fuck her so badly.”
“You will,” I whimpered. “Before classes, you can enjoy her. But she's taking care of your father tonight. He needs her. He's been so good to me. He deserves this reward.”
My son kissed me again, pumping that cock so hard into me. My orgasm swelled through me so fast. It was so hot having my firstborn son fuck me like a man. He'd grown up into such a hunk. I humped into his thrusts, the pleasure building, swelling.
His dick rammed into my depths.
I came on my son's cock.
My pussy rippled about him. I clawed his back, moaning into the kiss. Our tongues dueled as I heaved beneath him. Rapture flooded through my body. Euphoria swept through my mind. I savored it, my cunt milking his cock.
So eager for his cum.
“Fuck, Mom!” he grunted, breaking the kiss. “I'm going to cum!”
“Do it!” I whimpered, his hand squeezing my left breast so hard. “Just flood your mother, Faizel! Satiate yourself!”
“Yes!” he groaned and buried into me.
Another orgasm swept through me. I shuddered, bucking, convulsing as my eldest son's cum pumped into my pussy. It splashed against my cervix and spilled through my sheath. I savored it, the incestuous mixing of his seed and my cream. My son pumped the potential of new life into my cunt.
“Damn,” a voice whispered from across the room. “Mom... Damn.”
“Jalal,” I groaned, voice throaty with pleasure. He stroked his cock through his PJs. Faizel just grunted atop me, pumping the last of his load into my snatch. “Do you need relief, too?”
“Fuck, Mom,” Faizel groaned, rolling off of me as I beckoned to my baby boy.
“Yeah, Mom,” Jalal said. “I heard you. And...I'm so hard.”
“Mmm, let me take care of you, too,” I groaned. “I hope you don't mind sloppy seconds.”
Jalal didn't seem to mind. He came to his brother's bed in a hurry, shoving down his PJs. His cock flopped out so hard. I grasped it as I pulled him down to the bed. I rolled onto my side, Jalal stretching out before me, his dick throbbing in my hand.
Faizel pressed up behind me. He rubbed his wet cock on my ass as I lifted my leg, guiding my baby boy to my hot pussy. My youngest groaned as he slid into my well-fucked cunt. I whimpered, my snatch sensitive from my orgasm with Faizel.
“There you are,” I panted as Jalal pumped away. I hugged his slender frame to me, my breasts rubbing on his chest. “Just relieve your cock so you can sleep. Mommy will help you.”
“Thank you, Mom,” Jalal groaned, his hands squeezing my tits as I held him, my pussy tightening on his dick. I felt his brother's cum sloshing around inside of me as Jalal pumped away, sending such wonderful pleasure through me.
“And what about me, Mom?” Faizel asked, his cock hard on my ass. “I still need relief.”
“Oh, use Mommy's ass,” I moaned without thought. “You can both get your relief.”
“Yes,” he groaned.
I shivered, remembering Jalal buggering me this evening. Their father could never know I let my sons use my asshole. He wouldn't understand why I denied him that hole and yet let my sons plunder it. But I was a good Muslim woman. And we didn't let our husbands fuck our asses.
My pussy tightened around Jalal's dick as his older brother's cock slid between my butt-cheeks. Slicked by my pussy juices, his dick nudged at my sphincter. I groaned as Faizel thrust hard, slamming his lubed dick into the depths of my bowels.
“Oh, yes!” I hissed, pinned between my two sons, their dicks invading my body. “Oh, yes, fuck your mother! Satiate your dicks!”
It felt so good to have both my sons in me. To feel their dicks plunging into my pussy and asshole. The stuffed me so full. Made me tremble and groan. I drank in the two different sensations. The rough delight of my firstborn pumping in and out of my asshole, and the silky pleasure of my baby boy plowing into my married pussy.
Such dizzy delight shot through me. My pussy and asshole clamped down on their dicks, savoring their girths. They groaned and gasped, their young bodies thrusting faster and faster. Jalal squeezed my tits so hard while Faizel's muscular chest rubbed into my back.
“Mom!” Jalal groaned. “You're so tight!”
“And her ass!” Faizel groaned. “Little brother, you have got to try her ass.”
“I have!” Jalal said with such pride. For the first time in his life, Jalal had done something before his brother. “And this isn't my first time in her cunt.”
“Damn, little brother,” groaned Faizel. “Maybe you aren't such a pussy after all.”
Jalal thrust harder, pumping his hips like a jackrabbit. I groaned, my pussy drinking in the friction. It shot through my body. My bowels clenched on his brother's cock. Faizel thrust hard into my asshole, pumping away at my greased bowels.
The two different sensations, the dual delights of pleasing both my sons, surged through me hard. I groaned and whimpere
d. My body convulsed. My eyes rolled back into my eyes as I savored this moment.
And detonated.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled as rapture swept through me. “Ooh, my two sons! I love you both so much! Fuck me! Satiate yourselves!”
“Fuck, yes!” Faizel groaned. “Your asshole is so tight. Are you cumming, Mom?”
“She is!” Jalal whimpered, fucking his cock so hard into my sloppy pussy. “I can't... I'm going to!”
“Do it!” I howled, the euphoria burning through my mind. Red and blue and yellow stars danced through the darkness of Faizel's room. “Cum in me! Both of you! Satiate your cocks! Let me be such a good mother.”
“The best mother!” grunted Faizel, slamming his cock into my writhing asshole.
“Uh-huh,” moaned Jalal, his dick plunging into my spasming cunt. “Mom, love you!”
“Love both my big, strong sons!” I howled, my orgasm intensifying.
Waves of rapture washed through my body, flowing out of my pussy. They reached my mind, smothering me in euphoria. I thrashed between my sons, loving their cocks pumping in and out of my pussy and asshole.
Jalal groaned. Then his cum spurted into my married pussy, mixing with his brother's incestuous load. I savored his jizz filling me. I moaned, squirming between them, new waves of ecstasy sloshing through my body.
Then Faizel's thick cock rammed into my bowels. He grunted, joining his little brother in ecstasy. His cum pumped into my bowels' depths. I gasped in delight, satiating both of my wonderful sons, taking care of their bodies like a good mother should.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled, my orgasm peaking through me. “Ooh, my big, strong sons! That's what you need!”
“Yes, Mom,” Jalal groaned. “Love you.”
“Love you, Mom,” my firstborn groaned, nuzzling into my neck.
I smiled, shuddering between them. “I love you both so much. Mmm, yes. It's so much fun taking care of your needs.”
“Such a good mom, eh, little brother?”
“Yes, she is,” Jalal groaned.
I just beamed, so happy to please my sons. To feel their arms about me, their bodies against me. I knew my husband would be satiated tonight. My slutty daughter would take care of him. And tomorrow at college, she'd start earning me the money I'd lost on online poker.
So many men would be satiated by her tight, barely legal body. I couldn't wait to sell my slut-daughter's nubile pussy.
To be continued...
Daughter Whored Out
Daughter's Slut Training 5
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
by
Reed James
Daughter Whored Out
Mrs. Umayyah
I slipped out of my eldest son's room, feeling so naughty as his and his younger brother's cum dripped out of my pussy and asshole. I scooped up my bathrobe I left outside his door, pulling it on to hide my naked shame. I was such a wicked mother.
But my sons needed to relieve themselves. How could they sleep when their whore-sister Leyla made them both so hard? They had to cum over and over into my body, using me at the same time last night before they could get the rest they needed.
It didn't make me a slut like my daughter. I was just a loving mother. My husband probably wouldn't understand why I did it. But he was busy with Leyla last night, satiating his pent-up lusts for her nineteen-year-old body. Those round tits, that tight pussy, her curving ass. The whore had teased him as she developed. And now he earned his reward.
I reached the master bedroom, slipped in. it reeked of sex. I smiled, my husband and daughter sleeping in a tangle of sheets, her dusky body held in her father's strong arms. She had a smile on her lips as she slept, happy in the arms of my husband.
I knew that contentment. I felt it sleeping in Faizel's strong arms. My eldest son quickly was turning into his father.
“Good morning,” I purred, crawling onto the bed. I leaned over, kissing my husband on the lips, his thick beard scratching wonderful at my chin and cheeks. Faizel lacked this manly beard. “Did you enjoy our little slut?”
“Hmm,” groaned my husband. Karim opened his eyes, blinking. “Jawdat?”
“Did you have fun with the little slut?” I inhaled. “It smells like it.”
“She pleased me,” he said, his hand cupping a round, youthful breast. His skin a darker shade of brown than our daughter's dusky flesh. His thumb ran across a nipple, making her whimper.
Leyla's dark eyes opened, her lashes long and sultry. “Good morning, Mother.”
“It looks like you made your father happy.”
“Very,” cooed the little strumpet, her body undulating beneath the sheets in wanton passion.
My pussy grew hotter, clenching. More of my sons' cum ran out of my depths, hidden by the bathrobe.
“We need to get you ready for college,” I told her. “I must take the little whore away, my husband.”
Karim nodded as I took Leyla's hand and drew her from the bed. My husband released her barely legal tit, lying back on the bed, closing his eyes. He never passed a chance to sleep a little longer. He worked such a demanding job. And I knew the little whore and her appetites kept him up.
I licked my lips a the sight of my daughter's naked body. Her skin flawless, her body lithe. Cum matted her thighs. Fresh jizz oozed out of her pussy, running down her legs. Her tousled, black hair only added to her wanton look, the silk falling about a face in a way that proved she'd been naughty.
Oh, yes, my fellow teachers would love to pay to fuck her. They were all lusting after the barely legal coeds they taught. And to finally get to fuck one... I knew exactly who to start with: President Carver. He ran the college, so if I had him hooked on young cunt, then I could really whore out my daughter.
I had to replace all the money I'd lost on online gambling before my husband realized how empty our savings accounts were. Thank Allah's messenger that he entrusted the household finances to me.
“You're going to be such a wicked girl at school,” I told Leyla as I led her down the hallway to the bathroom. “I already know the first person I'm selling you to.”
“Selling me?” she asked, her voice cautious.
“You're my slut, right?” I asked her, turning and arching an eyebrow. I cupped her naked breast, squeezing her firm mound. “You're my little whore-daughter.”
“I am, Mother,” she said, trembling as my thumb swept over her turgid nipple. I massaged the little nub, loving how she whimpered.
“And a good slut listens to her mother and obeys her, right?”
She nodded her head, eyes growing glossy with lust, hips moving in such a wanton fashion like she fucked the air. I knew she wanted me to do naughty things to her, the little trollop. Like she thought I was a slut, too.
My nipples were so hard against my robe, rubbing on the terrycloth in a most pleasant manner.
“You are going to make your family so much money,” I told her, drawing her to the bathroom by her nipple this time.
She gasped as her breast stretched, her nub growing distended. She followed after, almost salivating like a dog. She loved it. I twisted her nipple, making her whimper louder, before opening the bathroom door with my other hand. I backpedaled in, drawing her after, loving the control I had over my daughter.
“I bet you're just soaking wet wondering who your mother will sell your body to.”
She nodded her head, licking lips. They glistened. So plump and kissable.
“Good,” I told her, releasing her nipple. I turned on the shower. It hissed, my body trembling. I shrugged out of my bathrobe.
Leyla's eyes fell on my pussy, my dark bush matted with her brothers' jizz. Her eyes widened.
“I was forced to take care of your brothers last night. Your whorish moans made them hard.”
“Oh, no,” gasped Leyla. “But I can't satiate more than one at a time.”
“You can.” I smiled, remembering Faizel's cock fucking my asshole while Jalal pounded my pussy, my body sandwic
hed between my two sons. “That's a lesson for later. Now I need you to lick me clean. Your father wouldn't understand my motherly duties.”
Leyla nodded, those glossy eyes fixed on my snatch. Just so eager to devour me.
“Then do it!” I snapped, needing to feel her tongue licking me clean. I was so messy.
My daughter fell to her knees before me. The shower hissed behind, steam billowing out and around us. It caressed my naked skin as she grasped my thighs. Her glistening, plump lips moved between my legs, her breath washing across my sloppy cunt.
Then she licked through my folds, gathering her brothers' mixed jizz on her tongue. I shuddered, my asshole clenching, forcing out more spunk from that hole. It dribbled down my taint to my pussy, lapped up by Leyla's fluttering tongue.
The slut stared up at my big tits with such desire as she hungrily devoured the jizz out of me. She ate the incestuous creampie (a term I learned from watching Clint fuck his women) with such delight. She moaned and groaned, savoring her brothers' jizz mixed with my tangy cream.
“That's it, you little whore,” I moaned, grinding my hot flesh on her mouth. “Lick your mother clean. You're my little slut, aren't you?”
“Yes, Mother,” she purred between licks, her hands sliding around my hips, grasping my ass. She squeezed my rump, pulling my pussy tight against her hungry mouth.
I shuddered as her tongue fluttered through my folds. She caressed through my labia, gathering every drop of cum and pussy juices she could. The little whore hungered for her mother's snatch. I whimpered, my big tits jiggling as I swayed.
Her tongue sent such wonderful delight through me. I savored it. Her fluttering tongue, her soft lips, her fingers clenching my rump, her moans buzzing through my cunt. Her tongue brushed my clit, sending sparks shooting through me. Then she jammed it deep into my hole, swirling, searching, looking for every drop of her brothers' spunk she could.
“That's it, you little slut,” I whimpered. “Lick it all up. Make your mother clean.”
