Daughter's Slut Training Collection 3

by Reed James

  “Like when you have sex with my brothers?”

  I gave her a look. “That's just me helping out my sons while you're busy.”

  “But I was downstairs and—” Leyla sucked in a pain-filled breath as I pinched her nipple hard.

  “You were recovering from your orgasms. I didn't want to push you. I was concerned about you, but Faizel needed satisfaction. You turned him on so much. You're too much of a whore for your own good, okay?” I gave her a smile. “I love my little slut.” I leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the mouth. “Now, what did you need?”

  I let go of her nipple and spread out on the bed, my left hand still clamped over my pussy. I parted my thighs and smiled as she slipped between my legs, setting her phone on the bed beside her. She leaned down, black hair sweeping about her youthful face.

  “My friend Kimmy called,” she said as I lifted my hand so she could feast on my pussy.

  * * *

  Leyla Umayyah

  I took my first lick through my mom's pussy. Her explanation about why she was with my older brother sounded so believable. But there was something about how...enthusiastic she was with Faizel. She wasn't just doing it as a chore. She enjoyed my brother fucking her.

  But shouldn't she only want Dad to fuck her?

  Her tangy pussy juices and Faizel's salty cum stained my tongue as I stared up at her. She shuddered as I took another lick. The two flavors burst to life on my tongue. A naughty thrill shot down to my pussy, growing another whorish itch in me.

  “And what did Kimmy want?” Mom asked, her hips shaking.

  Between licks of her yummy pussy, I told her about the conversation. Mom drank in my words, and the delight of my tongue dragging through the folds of her pussy. She shuddered, hands playing with her stomach, her big boobs jiggling. More and more cum leaked out of her pussy as I spoke, forcing me to lap it up before I could continue.

  I loved the flavor so much. My mom's pussy and my brother's jizz. Such a wrong, incestuous delight. Something no daughter should experience in a perfect world but one I was so glad to enjoy. I was a slut.

  And the perks were so delicious.

  “That's very interesting,” Mom said when I finished telling her about my conversation with Kimmy.

  “Uh-huh,” I purred, pressing my face into the folds of her snatch, her thick bush tickling my cheeks and nose. I loved the feeling.

  I licked and nuzzled. Mom groaned, her hands sliding faster on her stomach, rubbing her smooth, dusky-brown skin. I stared at her jiggling breasts, loving the way they moved and rippled, her dark nipples swaying at the top. I reached up her body, grasping both her boobs, massaging them as I feasted on her creampie.

  My tongue wiggled into the depths of her pussy, swirling around. I scooped up more of my older brother's cum out of Mom's snatch. Salty cum infused with tangy pussy cream. My own juices poured down my thighs, my twat growing hotter and hotter with every lick.

  “Very interesting,” Mom said, her hands cupping mine, pressing them into her boobs. Her pillowy flesh spilled over my fingers as she guided my hands, moving them around her tits.

  To her hard nipples.

  “Having another slut would help us make more money,” Mom mused, her hips grinding against my pussy. “And her father has money. He would make a very good client.” My mom shuddered. “Ooh, isn't it so hot having a man pay to fuck his own daughter?”

  “Uh-huh,” I moaned into her snatch.

  My pussy grew hotter and hotter. I wanted to pull my hands away from Mom's boobs, but she held them in place, massaging them into her tits, rubbing my palms into her fat nipples. The hard nubs rubbed on my skin as she squirmed, grinding her snatch on my face.

  I licked faster through her snatch. I gathered up the last drops of my brother's spunk, leaving only tangy pussy juices to enjoy. Good thing I loved hot snatch. I fluttered my tongue through my mom's pussy, rubbing my nose against her clit.

  She moaned, her tits rising and falling faster and faster beneath her hands. Her excitement built and built. Her dark eyes smoldered, staring down at me as I feasted on her incestuous cunt. A smile played on her lips.

  “Ooh, I have the perfect idea,” she groaned, her pussy growing hotter on my mouth.

  “What?” I asked, my cunt tightening, aching to be touched. A tremble raced through my body as I waited to hear.

  “Maybe Kimmy should invite you over for a slumber party on Friday night.” Mom squeezed my hands tight into her tits, her fingernails biting into the back of my hand.

  “Okay,” I panted then fluttered my tongue through her snatch again, making her squirm and groan.

  “Her mom's out of town this weekend, right?” she asked. “A business trip.”

  I nodded my head, smearing my mouth through my mom's pussy.

  “So it'll just be you two girls and her father.”

  “What about her brother?” I asked. “He might be around.”

  “On a Friday night? I bet he'll find something to keep himself occupied.” Mom smiled broadly. “Maybe Faizel can help us out. Hook him up with some pussy or something. I have Carter in one of my classes. He's cute. Girls will be fawning over him.”

  “Okay,” I said. Mom humped harder and harder against me, her excitement building.

  “I'll drop you off and proposition her father. I'll show him the video of you fucking your brothers and then make him think it's you he's fucking that night while Kimmy's “asleep.” But you'll need to blindfold him. Then Kimmy can slip in and ride him instead.”

  “Oh, Mom, that's hot,” I moaned then sucked on her clit.

  “It is,” she moaned, squeezing her hands tight about my tits. Her body shuddered beneath me. “So hot! It'll be one wild night for everyone!”

  She smeared her pussy across my mouth. Her juices flooded out, tangy and wonderful. She quivered in orgasmic delight. I lapped up her flood, my hips wiggling as the itch built and built in my own snatch.

  I wanted to cum so badly. I had to masturbate. I tried to pull my hands from Mom's tits, but she kept them pinned in place as she shuddered through her orgasm, smearing her snatch against my face, bathing me in her incestuous cream.

  “Mmm,” she whimpered. “Oh, my little slut is such a good pussy licker.” Her eyes flicked down at me. “And you have a hot cunt, don't you?”

  “I do, Mother,” I whimpered, jerking harder to get my hands free.

  “Mmm, why don't we sixty-nine? Let your mother take care of that hot pussy. Even slut-daughters need their mother's love.”

  I hesitated. She must have enjoyed licking my pussy earlier if she wanted to eat it again. My mother was a slut. What should I do about that? It would hurt Dad so much to learn the truth. Should I keep it from him?

  I moved even as my thoughts were conflicted. I straddled my mom's face. Her hands seized my firm ass, pulling me down to her mouth. She nuzzled against my pussy as my dangling, black hair brushed her thighs.

  “Mmm, some of your brother's cum is still in your snatch,” she purred right before she licked me.

  I shuddered, her tongue dancing through my folds. I whimpered, leaning my mouth down to her pussy. I pressed into her folds again, licking her with delight as pleasure flooded through my body. I didn't know what to do about Mom being a slut instead of a good woman.

  But right now, I couldn't think about it. Not with that delight rippling out of my cunt. I whimpered into her snatch as my mom's tongue fluttered into my pussy. She swirled around, rooting out Jalal's cum, savoring my baby brother's jizz.

  “Oh, that's good,” she groaned, her fingers kneading my ass, pulling me tight against her body.

  Her big breasts rubbed on my stomach. My smaller tits pressed into hers. I shuddered atop her, squirming, grinding my shaved snatch on her mouth as I feasted on her tangy muff. Our tongues danced through each other's pussy, pleasing each other, reveling in lesbian incest.

  I lapped from her clit through her folds over and over. My fingers reached around to pull apart her labia
, exposing her pink depths. I buried my tongue into her delights, soaking it in her tangy cream, making her whimper into my pussy.

  “Such a slutty daughter,” she moaned, her fingers sliding into my butt-crack. She found my asshole, stroking it. “Mmm, you're going to make Mommy so much money.”

  “I am,” I groaned. “Me and Kimmy will..”

  “And maybe your other friends, too.”

  “Yes, Mother.”

  Her finger jabbed into my asshole. Her mouth latched onto my clit. She sucked hard. Such pleasure surged through me. My slutty cunt drank in the sensations, my whorish bowels savoring her finger pumping in and out.

  My orgasm swept through me, a naughty tsunami of euphoria. I moaned into her pussy, squirming and bucking atop her as I drowned in ecstasy. I kept licking her, making her moan about my clit. We licked and devoured each other.

  Mother and daughter. Two naughty sluts needing our pussies pleasured.

  I kept licking her. So long as we were coming, I didn't have to think about what that meant, what I should do. My eyes flicked to my phone as Mom quivered beneath me, her tangy pussy juices flooding my mouth once more.

  I concentrated on her clit. It was easier just devouring her cunt and letting her finger my asshole.

  To be continued...

  Mommy's Incestuous Deal

  Daughter's Slut Training 8

  (An Incestuous Harem Story)

  by

  Reed James

  Mommy's Incestuous Deal

  Mrs. Umayyah

  “Faizel,” I smiled as my eldest son leaned against the entrance to the kitchen, a hungry smile on his dusky face. He had such bold eyes, staring at me like he wanted to feast. On his own mother.

  I loved it. Beneath my dress, my pussy grew hotter, remembering how hard he fucked me an hour ago. A shiver ran through me, my hips swaying as my nipples hardened. I stirred the fish stew I had simmering all day for dinner.

  “I need to talk to you,” I said, covering the stew and setting the wooden spoon on a towel.

  “About?” he asked, sauntering into the room, so tall and strong, his muscular body stretching out the t-shirt he wore. “Is that hot pussy in need of being taken care of?”

  I arched an eyebrow. “Do not forget to whom you're talking to.”

  He grabbed my hips, pulling me to him. I felt the bulge of his cock. “My sexy mother.” His hands slipped around me, squeezing my ass. “If it's not your pussy, what?”

  “I need Carter out of his house Friday night,” I said. “Leyla's spending the night with Kimmy, and she can't have him around.”

  “Oh, whoring out my sister to Carter's dad?”

  “Maybe. But either way, Carter needs to be out all night.”

  “And how do I do that?” Faizel asked. “Only one thing could guarantee that he's not there: pussy.”

  My cunt tightened while my stomach swirled. My lusts boiled through me. This was to make more money to replace what I lost with my gambling addiction. Nothing more. Having sex with a young stud like Carter was just a...a bonus. Something I shouldn't enjoy.

  But I knew I would.

  “Ask him if he'd pay $200 to have sex with me,” I said, knowing I could trust my son. He loved me.

  Faizel grinned, squeezing my ass hard. “I'll need Leyla for something on Saturday.”

  “What?” I asked, his cock so hard, rubbing against me. If my husband wasn't about to get home, I'd help my son with his erection problem. I'd relieve that ache in his dick.

  “I want to have Leyla be gangbanged by my friends.”

  I trembled at those words, picturing my nineteen-year-old daughter being fucked over and over by young studs. Their cum pouring out of her ass and pussy and coating her body. Her dusky tits swaying as they dripped with jizz. Her black hair matted. Her dusky face flushed, smeared in spunk, and bursting with pleasure. The little slut would love it.

  “Your friends have to pay $50 for the privileged,” I said. “A group discount for her normal rate.” And then I shuddered. “And there might be another girl, too.”

  He squeezed my ass hard. “Oh, really?”

  “Really,” I smiled, my arms slipping around his shoulder. My son was so sexy. I wanted him in me right now, fucking me so hard.

  “I'll talk to Carter,” he said, pushing me backward until I pressed into the stove. I could feel the heat of the burner through my dress, caressing my back. My hijab rustled about my face as Faizel rubbed my skirt.

  “Your father's almost home. You have to stop.”

  He just gave me this smile that he knew I wanted him. Was wet for him. I shuddered, feeling so owned by my son at that moment. Then he pulled away. “I got a date with Svetlana anyways. She'll take care of me.”

  “Have her deep-throat you,” I said. “She should do that much for my son.”

  He laughed as he walked away, shaking his head.

  I shuddered, turning back to check on the stew when my other son, Jalal walked into the room. My baby boy hugged me from behind before I could even move, rubbing his hard dick into my ass. I groaned. Why did I have to have two sexy sons?

  “Mom,” Jalal said. “I need you so badly.”

  “Your sister's available,” I said. “Your father's almost home.”

  “I'd rather have you,” he said.

  I shuddered. “Tonight. While your father's enjoying your sister.”

  He kissed my cheek and darted off, shouting, “You're the best mom.”

  I smiled at that.

  Not long after, my husband came home. I greeted him as he walked in. He looked like Faizel, older, matured, and with a thick, black beard. He had a weary look but an eagerness in his eyes as I walked up to him.

  It wasn't for me.

  “Good evening, my husband,” I said, kissing him on the mouth.

  “Mmm,” he groaned. “Something smells good.”

  “Your favorite stew's been cooking all day.” I smiled then casually added, “Oh, and the sleepover at Kimmy's is all set and ready.”

  “Sleepover?” Karim frowned at me.

  “Yes, Friday night.” I gave him a look. “I told you last week. Don't tell me you forgot.”

  He shrugged. He forgot these sort of things all the time. Of course, I was lying about this one. “What's this sleepover?”

  “Leyla is spending the night at Kimmy's house. I'll be chaperoning them. Making sure they don't get up to any trouble. Both her parents are out of town.”

  “Have it here,” my husband said, a twinkle in his eye. Was he thinking about Kimmy? She was an innocent thing. So demure and virginal. I'd ensure my husband had a taste of her pussy, too.

  “The girls don't want our sons around.” I gave him a look. “This was set up before Leyla's...changes. I think it's good if she doesn't alter her routines. Raise less suspicions about her new...home activities. But I'll be there to make sure they don't sneak over any boys.”

  Karim laughed at that. “Leyla would, wouldn't she and...” His words trailed off as he stared past me, a smile growing on his lips. “There's my little flower.”

  “Daddy,” gushed Leyla behind me.

  I turned around and found my daughter naked at the end of the hallway, her round breasts quivering, her pussy shaved-bare and glistening, her slit looking so tight. She had such a joyous look on her dusky face.

  “So it's okay?” I asked my husband. “The sleepover at Kimmy's?”

  “Is it, Daddy?” Leyla asked, darting forward, her breasts bouncing. “I'll make you so happy tonight and tomorrow night to make up for my absence Friday.”

  “Yes, my little flower,” he said, grabbing her hips, pulling her tight. “I can't deny you anything.”

  “Leyla, take your father to the living room and see that he is comfortable on his recliner. Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes.”

  “Yes, Mother,” the submissive slut purred. Oh, yes, she was working out wonderfully. Soon I'd have another girl to pimp out. And if my male students were willing to pay for me,
we'd recoup my losses so fast.

  I couldn't wait to slip into Jalal's bed tonight.

  * * *

  Leyla Umayyah

  “You just sit down right there, Daddy,” I purred as I folded up his jeans and set them on the couch with his shirt and boxers. “And I'll make you feel so good with my pussy.”

  “I don't know where we went wrong with you, little flower, but...” He stared at me with such hunger, his cock thrusting hard before him. It was bigger than both my brothers, but not by much. And he had all those muscles from working construction. His beard so thick and wiry. His hands calloused and rough.

  He was a real man. Not like President Carver. Or my brothers. Though Faizel came close.

  Daddy sank down on his recliner. The leather creaked. He kicked it back, stretching it out all the way. He groaned in relief as he stared at my body. It made my pussy so wet feeling him admiring me. He drank in my youthful beauty, staring at my youthful tits and barely legal cunt. I shivered and then sauntered forward, my breasts jiggling.

  I rubbed at his hard muscles as I knelt at the foot of the recliner. It creaked and rocked with my light weight. I rubbed at his hairy legs, stroking up and down them as I scooted forward. I felt his strength which made my pussy drool more juices down my thighs.

  “Ooh, Daddy, I've been looking forward to this all day,” I moaned, leaning over to nuzzle at his hairy balls. His bush tickled my lips as I licked at his right nut. “Just thinking about having a real cock in me. My brothers are wonderful, but you, Daddy, you're the best.”

  “And any boys at your college?” he asked.

  I hesitated. Mom didn't want me to mention the prostitution. Daddy would be shamed to learn I was helping out the family by whoring myself out. “Just the president of my college,” I admitted. “He enjoyed me a lot. But he wasn't you.”