by Reed James
“Yes, it is,” he said with such pride.
Then he licked my snatch again. My entire body quivered. The pleasure rushed through me as he ate my pussy with such gusto. When Leyla did it, she had a gentle lust. She hungered for my snatch, licked me hard, but she didn't have this rough domination of my cunt. She didn't try to own it the way her older brother did.
Faizel devoured my cunt like he owned my pussy. He swirled his tongue through my sheath, probing the hole that birthed him. Pleasure rushed through me. I drank it in, loving the incestuous delight of my son pleasing me. I gasped and moaned, humping against him as his nose rubbed against my clit.
“That's it,” I groaned. “Ooh, yes, that's how you thank your mother for everything she's done.”
“You've done so much,” he groaned. “Like sucking my dick clean of my sister's asshole.”
“Yes, yes, yes!” I shuddered, his tongue diving deep into my snatch, stirring through my folds. I was on fire from watching my son fuck my slut-daughter and then from sucking his dick clean of her ass. My orgasm swelled so fast. “Getting your dick clean to fuck pussy.”
“Your pussy,” he growled. “That's why you did it.”
I shuddered, biting my lip. I wasn't a slut. I wasn't. “Just being a good mother.”
“And I'm being a good son.” He sucked on my clit. Hard.
My orgasm exploded through me. My pleasure squeaked through me. I gasped and shuddered. I humped against him as the rapture flooded through my body. My big tits heaved as the bed creaked beneath me. My thighs locked on his head, holding him in place as he sucked on my clit.
Then he jammed fingers into my convulsing snatch. My eyes rolled back into my head. I savored the pleasure of having my cunt eaten. A delight Karim never gave me, but one I'd learned to enjoy from my daughter.
And my son showed me such skill at it.
His fingers pumped in and out of my cumming snatch. My flesh spasmed about him, drinking in the friction of his plunging digits. His tongue flicked and battered my clit, the sparks setting off new explosions of orgasmic delight.
My son kept me cumming. He kept me gasping and moaning and heaving on the bed. He plundered my pussy, gave me such rapture. My mind boiled. I loved having my pussy licked. I gripped his curly hair, holding his face to my cunt.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I snarled. “Oh, my son is such a stud. I raised such a strong, young man! Oh, yes!”
He stared up at me with such hungry eyes. He needed something from me now.
“Fuck me,” I gasped as the pleasure raged through my body. “Fuck your mother with that big cock! Let Mommy's pussy make you cum so hard!”
He grinned at me.
* * *
Leyla Umayyah
I held my phone to my ear, trembling, waiting for my friend Kimmy to say something. My brothers' cum leaked out of my pussy and asshole as I knelt on the living room floor. All the dazed euphoria of my many orgasm from taking both their dicks in my holes vanished, swallowed by the fear that I'd ruined my friendship with the blonde girl on the other end of the line.
Today, after servicing my first customer, President Carver, I found my friend Kimmy waiting for me in hall outside my mom's classroom. She was shocked my mom had whored me out. And, in a fit of sluttish lust, I took advantage of my friend. I kissed her. I fingered her pussy. I made her cum so hard.
But when I wanted her to return the favor to my slutty cunt, she freaked out and fled.
I'd been nervous all day that I ruined our friendship. She was such an innocent girl. As close as an American girl could get to being a good, Muslim woman. She dressed modestly, except she left her blonde hair uncovered, and was a virgin. She'd never done anything sexual with someone until I molested her nineteen-year-old cunt in the bathroom at our college today.
“Kimmy, say something,” I said.
“Leyla, I...” Her voice was quiet, almost strangled. “I... Just wanted to...”
“It's okay. You can say it.” I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the condemnation, for the anger and betrayed hurt.
“I want to apologize.”
I blinked. “For what?”
“For...you know.”
I shook my head, utterly baffled. “I really, really don't know, Kimmy. I was the one that kissed you. Fingered you. I should be apologizing. I shouldn't have done that.”
“No, no,” she said quickly. “I...I liked that. A lot. I...I never came before. Not even when I...I touched myself.”
“You masturbate?” I asked. “But you never cum?”
“I would feel good, but...nothing like what we did. None of those fireworks.” She swallowed. “I knew you needed me to...to do the same to you. I should have... But I was so confused. We're both girls. And I like boys and... I just freaked out. I should have... I should have made you cum, too. I'm sorry.”
“You don't have to be,” I said. “Really. It's fine. You were scared. That's okay. I'm just glad we can still be friends.”
“Of course.” I could hear the smile in Kimmy's face. I pictured her beaming as she sat on her bed, surrounded by her stuffed animals, braces glinting on her teeth. “We'll always be friends. Me, you, Izzy, and Kendra. Best friends forever.”
“Forever,” I said, sighing. I leaned back against the couch, spreading my thighs apart. I stared down at my shaved twat, my younger brother's cum staining my flushed vulva. My finger rubbed at the jizz, drawing milky patterns across my pudenda. “So you don't mind that I'm a slut?”
“No, no.” She paused. “In fact... I kind think it's...it's hot.”
“Really?” I asked, forming a little heart out of cum, the pearly jizz drying on my skin.
“Yeah. I mean... You fucked your brother Faizel at school.” Something breathy had entered her voice, her words coming out quicker. “I couldn't stop thinking about that all day.”
“Ooh, so you want to fuck that hunky brother of yours?” I asked, my finger sliding down to my clit. I rubbed my little nub, sparks shooting through my body. Carter was cute.
“Not my brother.” She sounded hesitant again.
“Well, who?” I so wanted to know. My finger danced faster on my clit, my pussy clenching, more of Jalal's cum pouring out of my cunt. I squirmed on the wet spot made of my brothers' combined jizz leaking out of my holes. “You can tell me. I've fucked both my brothers, my dad, and the president of my college. Nothing you can admit that would shock me.”
“It's my dad.” She let out a girlish squeal of excitement. “He's just so sexy. I think about him all the time.”
“Ooh, I bet. Having sex with my dad is amazing. It's my favorite.” I trembled. “I just feel so close with my dad. Like it's so special that we're having sex.”
“I want that!” Kimmy said. “I want to be a slut just like you. But I don't know how to do it. How to have sex with my dad. How'd you do it?”
“My mom trained me.” My eyes widened. “I just had the most amazing idea. Let me talk to her. I bet she can train you, too. Help you fuck your dad.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
I winced at the shriek from my friend. I pulled my phone from my ear as her girlish excitement, and incestuous lust, burst out of her. I couldn't help smiling. I would help my friend discover her inner slut. Just like mom did for me.
“Okay, let me talk to her. I'll let you know what's going on.”
“Yes, yes,” Kimmy said. “Oh, Leyla, you are the greatest friend ever. I could just kiss you.”
“Oh, I'll hold you to that,” I told her. “Kiss me. Finger me. Lick my pussy. I want to feel those braces on my twat.”
“Deal,” she said. “I would gladly lick your pussy all day if it meant I could make love with my daddy!”
“You will. No guy can resist a slut. I'll talk to you later.”
“Bye!”
I wanted to keep masturbating as I ended the call, but I was so excited. I hoped to my feet, my round breasts jiggling before me. Cum trickled down my thighs, leak
ing out of both holes. I loved it, feeling like just such a slut. I gripped my phone in hand, my pussy on fire, and then wondered where my mom was.
Not in the kitchen. I didn't hear any sounds of dinner being started. She must be upstairs.
I took the stairs two at a time. Just as I reached the top, I heard a woman moaning. Panting. I froze, blinking. I looked down the hallway. Faizel's door was cracked open. The sounds bled out of there. Did he have Svetlana in there? Had his girlfriend come over while I was out of it recovering from my orgasms?
“Fuck me,” the unmistakable sound of my mother's voice said. “Fuck your mother with that big cock! Let Mommy's pussy make you cum so hard!”
Confusion struck me. I padded down the hallways, reaching the door. I pushed it open, seeing my mom lying on her back naked, her big tits heaving. Faizel rose from between her thighs, his mouth and chin smeared with her pussy juices. His big cock thrust before him. He crawled up her body, his dick swaying. Her hand grabbed his shaft, guiding it to her dark bush with greedy excitement.
Why was Mom fucking Faizel? I was available if my brother needed more satisfaction. I was just downstairs. He could have rammed his dick into my pussy or I could have sucked on him. Or he could even have enjoyed my asshole again.
I liked it when he fucked me in the asshole while I rode Jalal's cock.
But why was mom doing this? She rubbed his cock up and down her pussy like I would. Like a slut would. Was she...?
My hand drifted down my stomach to my clit. I rubbed it again, watching as Faizel rammed his cock into our mother's cunt. Her body shuddered, her big tits jiggling as she took his dick to the hilt, pulling him down for an incestuous kiss.
As I frigged my clit, my fingers moved on my phone, almost on their own, opening up the camera app, hitting record.
* * *
Mrs. Umayyah
I kissed my son so hard as his dick filled me. He felt so amazing in me. His cock spread me open, gave my pussy the relief it had craved all day. Masturbating while watching President Carver fuck my daughter and then my two sons using her holes hadn't been enough. I came, more than once, but this is what I needed.
A hard shaft in my pussy pumping away.
The bed creaked as he pounded my pussy. My son plunged over and over into me. Such an incestuous thrill shot through me to feel him in me again. He belonged in my cunt. My thighs locked around him, my hips undulating, pumping away, meeting his thrusts.
Waves of pleasure rippled through my body. They spilled through me, leaving me gasping and groaning. My eyes rolled back into my head, stars dancing through my vision. My clit savored his pubic bone slapping into my crotch every time he buried into me, his balls heavy as they thwacked into my taint.
I loved it.
My body drank in his youthful passion.
His strong chest crushed my breasts.
Faizel broke the kiss. “That's what you need, Mom.”
“Yes,” I groaned. “Oh, yes, Faizel, fuck your mother. Mmm, you need to cum so badly, don't you? Just dump your jizz into me.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” he growled, thrusting harder and harder. His balls smacked so hard into me, full of that incestuous seed I wanted to feel spurting inside of me. “Damn, Mom, you have such a hot, tight cunt.”
“And you have such a big cock.” My snatch clenched down on his dick. “Oh, yes, I raised a hung son!”
Motherly pride met incestuous pleasure. They swirled together inside of me. Delight spilled through me, rippling through my body with every thrust of his dick into my depths. He grunted, groaned, staring down at me with such lust.
Yes, young men wanted me. I was a MILF. A mother they wanted to fuck. And they had such energy. They thrust so hard. My fingernails clawed at his back as he hammered me. His dick pumped away into my silky hole, the friction burning so hard, leaving me dizzy with euphoria.
My neck arched, my vision dancing around the room and—
“Leyla!” I gasped; my slut-daughter was masturbating in the doorway while peering in at us. “Oh, Leyla, yes, watch. This is how a slut fucks a stud. Mmm, come closer. Get a good view.”
“Yes, Mother,” my daughter said, so submissive.
She pushed the door open, her cell phone clenched in her left hand, her right frigging away at her clit. Probably texting her friend while masturbating. She couldn't do anything without her phone at least in her pocket.
But I didn't care right now. Not when my eldest son fucked my pussy so hard. Nor with my daughter watching, her dark eyes staring at the meeting of incestuous flesh, mother and son coming together in forbidden union. It made me feel even more wanton. Her firm, youthful breasts jiggled as she frigged her clit, little whimpers escaping her lips.
“Yes, yes, just watch your brother fuck me hard!” I groaned. “See how I'm holding him. How I'm pumping away with my hips. How I moan. You have to moan. They have to know they're giving you pleasure. It makes them feel like they're studs. And your brother is such a stud! He's fucking me so hard. I love it!”
“You love it?” Leyla asked, her eyes so wide.
“Don't you love it?” I groaned.
“I'm a slut.”
“Yes, you are,” I panted, my snatch tightening on her brother's dick, pleasure rippling through me. “Such a naughty whore. You're going to make Mommy so much money.”
“Uh-huh,” she purred, rubbing her clit faster.
Faizel kissed and nuzzled at my neck as he fucked me. He rammed that amazing dick so hard into me. I clutched his muscular body to me, drinking in my daughter's presence. She watched, learning new ways to please her clients. She would be the best whore. Such a good earner.
Her hand gripped her phone so tight as she masturbated. She slipped two of her fingers into her shaved snatch, Jalal's cum leaking out around her digits. She rubbed the heel of her hand into her clit, grinding against her bud as she fucked her twat.
She got off on watching her brother fuck her mother. Just like a slut should.
My orgasm swelled faster and faster with her watching. I kept staring at her youthful titties. Those coed boobs all the male teachers would pay so much for. They would slobber over them, pawing them, before they fucked her barely legal cunt.
I would make so much money.
“Oh, yes!” I groaned, my orgasm swelling faster and faster. “Faizel! I'm going to cum!”
“Yes,” he grunted. “Cum on my dick, Mom. Milk it. Milk out all my cum into your cunt. Then Leyla can lick you clean.”
“Yes!” whimpered my daughter, her entire body trembling, her fingers squelching as they plunged into her sloppy snatch. “I will, Mother!”
The little slut came saying those words. I could see it in the way her body convulsed, the way she whimpered. Such pleasure crossed my daughter's face, her tongue dancing across her lips. She hungered to lick my pussy clean of Faizel's cum.
His dick plunged into my snatch. The friction burned hot through me. His pubic bone mashed into my clit.
Sparks exploded.
My pussy convulsed about his dick.
I bucked and spasmed beneath my son. Euphoric rapture surged through me. He groaned, driving his cock into my cunt's milking embrace. Every thrust sent more waves washing through me, drowning my mind in ecstasy.
“Cum in me!” I gasped. “Cum in your mother!”
“Yes!” he grunted and buried into me.
His cum spurted hot into my depths. I savored the incestuous thrill, staring at my daughter as her brother filled me to the hilt with jizz. So many yummy drops of spunk for her to lick out of me. More orgasms for my body to enjoy.
I loved having a slut for a daughter.
“Ooh, there's so much for you to enjoy,” I panted, my orgasm peaking through me. Faizel grunted, his dick spurting a final time. “You're going to feast on me.”
“I am, Mother!” she whimpered, breasts jiggling as her orgasm died down in her. She pulled out her fingers, bringing them to her mouth, licking off her own cream and Jalal's cum.
I shuddered again as my son panted atop me. I savored his weight on me. I stared at my daughter, noticed her shifting her hips. She looked like she wanted to ask me something. She must have come looking for me for a reason then lost control of her slutty pussy when she found me satiating her brother in her place.
“Did you need something?” I asked.
She flicked her eyes to Faizel. “Can we talk, Mother?”
“Of course, of course,” I said, pushing on my son. He rolled off of me, bringing a whimper from my lips as his dick popped out of my pussy. I clamped a hand over my snatch, trapping in all that yummy cum for my daughter to enjoy. “I always have time to talk to my good, little slut.”
I could tell by the gleam in her eyes that she liked being referred to in that way. Her back straightened, thrusting out those firm, youthful breasts of hers. They bounced and jiggled, her nipples so hard atop them.
I fought the urge to bend over and suck on the nub. So instead I just grabbed one between my thumb and forefinger, tugging on it. I turned her around and led her out of her brother's room. I loved leading her like this.
Faizel grabbed his phone, texting on it, a big smile on his face. His eyes flicked up to me, smoldering with the promise of more pleasure to cum. My pussy tingled in delight. I tugged harder on my daughter's nipple as I fought such a wanton moan.
As I led my compliant daughter down the hallway, I wondered what she needed to talk to me about. Did she have qualms about being a whore? No, no, she loved it. I could see it in her eyes. She was proud to help her family out by using her body and...
What if she told her father?
“I hope you will be discreet about your prostitution,” I told her as I led her into my bedroom.
“Discreet?”
“With your father.” I twisted her nipple. “He doesn't need to know just how much of a slut you are. He's already ashamed enough that you're a little whore without knowing you're selling your body to other men.”
“But... Doesn't he want to know how I'm helping the family?”
“He wouldn't accept the money if he knew how you earned it.” I rolled her nipple between my fingers. “But don't worry, I know how to explain the new money to him. So you don't need to worry one bit. Just another secret to keep from him.”
