by Reed James
Another thrill shot through me. I loved her forcing me. My tongue licked out, sliding across the tip of my brother's dick. He groaned as I gathered the salty, clear drop beading at the crown of his cock. Then my tongue slid around it, feeling the spongy texture of his dick.
His face twisted with pleasure. Another thrill rippled through me. My tongue gave him pleasure. And then I engulfed his dick, sucking so hard on it. He groaned louder, his chest rippling as Mom forced my head lower, sliding more and more of his shaft into my mouth.
“That's it...slut,” he groaned.
“Yes, yes, that's how you treat your sister now,” Mom moaned. “She's a whore. You have to remind her constantly.” Mom let go of my head. I kept blowing my brother.
I shivered as her hand slid down my back, over the curve of my ass, and between my thighs.
She rubbed at my pussy.
“Mmm, it makes her whore-pussy so wet when you do.”
I groaned about my brother's dick, Mom's fingers sliding up and down my pussy. I sucked hard, my cheeks hollowing. Then I bobbed my mouth, sliding up and down his dick, wanting to please him. Staring at my body, watching me masturbate through my door's keyhole, made my poor brother so hard. Mom was right.
I had to help him.
His face twisted with pleasure as I blew him. I groaned again, Mom's fingers sliding through my folds, brushing my clit, rubbing on my hymen. Heat surged through me. I drank in her touch, channeling all the pleasure into my blowjob, focusing on loving my little brother's big dick.
“Oh, yes, sister,” he groaned. “You're such a...a slut. Just a whore. A little, filthy whore sucking on my dick.”
“That's it,” Mom said with such pride. “Such a good boy. Keep insulting your sister. You're making her pussy even wetter.”
“You're so filthy. The way you masturbate. You want to be my slut. You want to be every guy's slut. My sister is such a whore.”
I shuddered, my pussy clenching. I moaned so loudly about his dick. I sucked and slurped, bobbing so hard and fast. My tongue danced around his shaft, caressing the tip. His precum coated my mouth, tasting so good, making me ache.
And Mom's fingers... Divine.
She frigged my clit. She stroked my labia. She caressed my vulva. She worked up and down me, driving me wilder and wilder. I moaned about his cock, sucking so hard, my entire body quivering, shaking, a new orgasm building in me.
An incestuous one.
I got off on the taboo thrill of blowing my little brother while my mom fingered my snatch.
“Ooh, you have to feel how wet your sister-slut is,” Mom groaned. “Don't be shy. Her body's yours to play with.”
Jalal eagerly reached out, his hand sliding past my ass, joining Mom's fingers on my pussy. I gasped, both of them stroking me, driving me wild. I sucked so hard on his dick. My eyes rolled back into my head. My little brother found my clit.
Rubbed hard.
I screamed about his dick as I came. My pussy spasmed. Juices flooded out of me. I trembled, my moans muffled by his cock. He kept stroking my clit, sending rapture shooting through me, making me tremble and moan.
I loved it.
“She's cumming like a slut,” Mom moaned.
“My sister is a whore,” groaned my brother. “Oh, wow, Mom, she's... Yes!”
Hot jizz spurted into my mouth. My eyes widened, tasting cum for the first time. Saltier than precum. But...I liked it. I was such a whore. I gulped it down, knowing only sluts swallowed. It warmed my throat as he kept pumping spunk into my mouth, his body thrashing and his chest heaving.
“Thats it,” cooed Mom. “That's my good, little slut. Drink down all your brother's cum. Mmm, he needs it so badly. He's a growing boy.”
“Yes,” Jalal panted his face flushed. He pushed up his glasses, still stroking my pussy. “That's so good. I can't believe she's a slut, Mom.”
“I'm as disappointed as you are,” Mom said. “But we have to make the best of it. We have to use her. It's what she wants. Craves.” Mom let out a purring groan. “And I have such a treat for you, my son. Mmm, my little baby boy is becoming a man today. Your sister still has her hymen. We can't let the little slut waste it on just any boy.”
“You mean...” Such lust brimmed in my brother's two words.
I kept sucking his dick, trembling in realization.
“Yes,” Mom said. “And you're so young, Jalal. I bet you're still hard despite cumming.”
I moaned a yes around my little brother's still-erect cock.
“Then mount him, slut.” Mom smacked my ass hard. “Ride him. Impale that cherry cunt on your brother's dick and fuck him hard. I want his cum spurting in your whore-pussy. I know your hole craves it. Do it!”
“Yes, Mom,” I gasped after popping my lips off my brother's dick. I burned with such incestuous lust. I needed a cock in me. I was a slut. I didn't need to wait for marriage now. Not any longer. I'd never be pure.
I never truly was.
I moved quickly, straddling my brother's body. His hands cupped my breasts. He groaned, squeezing his first pair of tits. I shivered, his fingers rough, digging painfully into my tits. I winced, loving how even that made my pussy hotter.
And then I guided his dick to my cunt. I rubbed his shaft against my virgin lips. Mom hugged me from behind, her dress pressing into my naked ass and back. Her hands went around me, rubbing my stomach.
“That's it, you little whore,” she hissed into my ear. “Fuck your brother. Ram that slut-cunt down his cock!”
“Yes, Mother!”
I slammed my pussy down my brother's dick.
My eyes widened. My cherry tore like tissue paper. And then my little brother's cock filled me. I whimpered at the surge of heat rushing out of my cunt. My pussy walls drank in the friction as I bottomed out on his shaft. He stretched me open. I felt so full.
“That's it, my little slut,” cooed Mom, her lips nibbling at my ear lobe. “Fuck your brother.”
“Yes, fuck me, whore!” groaned Jalal, squeezing my tits hard.
I fucked my little brother. I slid my pussy up his shaft, the pleasure surging through me. Even the slightest movement, just feeling his cock in my snatch, sent rapture flooding through my body. I groaned, undulating my hips, slamming back down his cock.
His fingers found my nipples, pinching hard. Pain flared, transforming into hot tingles that zapped down to my pussy. I clenched down on his incestuous shaft, my hips pumping faster and faster. I worked up and down him, groaning, gasping, my pleasure shivering through me.
“Just work that pussy on your little brother's dick,” Mom cooed, her fingers moving lower and lower, passing my bellybutton, reaching for my snatch. She undulated against me, moving with me as I fucked my little brother. “Make him cum, you nasty slut.”
“Yes, Mom!” I whimpered then gasped, her fingers sliding down my shaved pubic mound and reaching my clit.
She diddled my nub. My pussy clenched on my brother's dick. He groaned, his fingers digging into my tits again. He savored the tighter embrace of my snatch. The friction burned hotter. I moved faster, drinking in the pleasure, driving myself towards another whorish, incestuous orgasm.
I whimpered, moaned. My eyes widened as Mom's fingers danced on my clit. She sucked at my neck, kissing me, making me feel like a complete whore as she rubbed her crotch into my ass. My body tensed, my thighs burning as I worked my snatch faster and faster on my little brother's big dick.
Such a thick cock. He filled me up.
“Sister!” groaned Jalal, his face twisting. “Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum in you.”
“Do it!” moaned Mom. “My baby boy is becoming a man. Flood your sister's whore-pussy! Pump all that jizz into her!”
“Yes, Mom!” he groaned as I slammed my pussy down on him.
I shuddered as he grunted. His fingers pinched my nipples again while hot cum spurted into my pussy. My brother's jizz splashed in me. I gasped, Mom's fingers dancing on my clit, my little nub absorbing so much pleasure
. It radiated through me, making me squirm and dance on his dick.
Then the pleasure detonated in me.
An orgasm more powerful than any I'd experienced. My snatch spasmed on my brother's cock, milking out his taboo cum. I bucked in my mother's embrace. Her lips burned as they kissed my neck. Her fingers massaged my bud.
Ecstasy slammed into my mind. I howled and gasped and trembled. Mom kept grinding on my ass, whimpering a she sucked on my neck. My brother groaned a final time, the last of his jizz spurting into my pussy.
He twisted my nipples, keeping my orgasm alive. I convulsed and bucked. I moaned and whimpered. “I'm a slut!” I howled. “A nasty, dirty slut!”
“Yes, you are,” groaned Mom, her voice so throaty. “My little whore! Ooh, yes, you are.”
“I am, Mom!” I groaned as my orgasm peaked in me. “I love it!”
* * *
Mrs. Umayyah
I trembled, my orgasm dying through me. I kept diddling my daughter's clit as the little slut came down from her climax. My own body buzzed. My clit throbbed against my panties as I rubbed it one last time against my slut-daughter's ass.
And an idea blossomed in my mind. We had a whore in the family. And I needed to make money. Fast. My husband could learn of my mistake any day.
But she needed more practice. “Mmm, your father will be home soon,” I purred into her ear. “And a good slut services any man who needs it. And you want to be a good slut, don't you?”
Leyla trembled in my arms and whimpered, “Yes, Mother.”
To be continued...
Daughter's Wicked Education
Daughter's Slut Training 2
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
by
Reed James
Daughter's Wicked Education
Leyla Umayyah
I...wanted to be a slut. To please Mom. She was so right about me. I had all these whorish desires bursting through me, inspired by Clint's antics with his girlfriends, his cousins. The way he strutted around college. The way he enjoyed his cousins and other girls. I wanted to be one of those girls.
I masturbated my virgin pussy so hard doing it, not realizing my little brother Jalal peeped in on me. I made his cock so hard. I teased him with my developing beauty. As I blossomed into womanhood, I turned him so on.
Mom was right. It was cruel of me. And it felt so good satisfying him.
I loved it so much. Losing my cherry to him. Impaling my cunt down his cock under Mom's direction. Pumping my hot, tight pussy up and down his dick until he erupted in me. All while Mom held me, guiding me through my first steps into slutdom.
I'd never be a good, Muslim woman like her. Never a proper wife. No, my whore-cunt controlled me. It had to be fed, satiated. Even though I came so hard on my little brother's cock, I wanted more. My snatch clenched on his softening dick, his incestuous cum so warm in me.
And Mom's words... I shivered, asking, “Daddy looks at me, too?”
Mom, her clothed body pressing into my back, whispered into my ear, “My little slut, he's a man. He's noticed that whorish body of yours developing. He would never do anything about it. He wants a pure daughter.” Mom's hands slid up from my belly to cup my round, perky breasts. I shivered, her thumbs rubbing my brown nipples thrusting from my dusky mounds. “But when he learns you're a slut, he won't control himself.
“He'll fuck that tight cunt of yours. So I need you ready to please my husband.” Mom pinched my nipples. I shivered, delight racing down to my pussy. “So you need more practice. You need to learn all the ways to please a man.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“Get off your brother.” Mom pulled away from me.
Jalal, his slim, eighteen-year-old body shuddering as I rose off his dick and turned. My nineteen-year-old tits jiggled as I sat beside him. He put arm arm around me, holding me with such a possessiveness, a huge grin on his face. Even with his glasses on, he looked more a man now than a boy.
Well, he was. He had his first woman. Me.
Mom leaned forward, her head wrapped in her hijab like a proper woman, covering her hair in all modesty. Unlike me. I would never wear that again, I realized. I was a slut. I had no modesty to hide. I bared it all.
A hot shiver and a nervous twinge ran through me. And then I gasped.
Mom's finger ran through my shaved pussy, another proof of my sluttiness. What virgin shaves her pussy? Or a proper woman? I shuddered as Mom's finger scooped out a glob of my brother's white cum from my pussy. She brought it to my lips.
I opened wide, sucking on her digit. My tongue melted at the taste of cum. The salty treat this time flavored with my tangy pussy. I shuddered, more of his cum running out of my deflowered snatch as my pussy clenched. I whimpered as I sucked.
“Mmm, yes, men like seeing a slut enjoy their cum, even from their pussy. Or another girl's.”
How did Mom know all this? But Jalal moaned in agreement beside her. “Oh, yes, Leyla. That's hot.”
“Been watching porn?” Mom asked, amusement in her tone.
“Yeah,” a sheepish Jalal said. “It's just...”
“Your sister was so cruel. But she understands her place.” Mom gave me a look, her mature beauty framed by her hijab.
“I do, Mom,” I said, shoving my fingers between my thighs. I scooped up my little brother's cum. I held it on my finger and then shoved it into my mouth. I groaned, the jizz melting on my tongue. My eyes rolled back into my head as I whimpered, loving the taste.
Mom helped me, scooping up more cum for me to feast on. I gladly sucked it off her finger, my tongue dancing about her digit like it was a cock. Jalal groaned as he watched, his hand grasping my round breasts, squeezing them hard, owning my tits.
“See how your brother grabs your body,” Mom said as she dribbled cum into my mouth from her finger, my head arching upward, my tongue outstretched to received my gift. “How he seizes it like he owns your flesh.”
“Uh-huh,” I moaned, savoring the cum.
Her fingers jammed deep into my snatch. I shivered as she withdrew with more of my pussy cream and my brother's cum, all mixed together into a pearly delight. She shoved those digits into my mouth , letting me savor the two flavors: tangy and salty. My brother groaned, his finger pinching my nipples, making my cunt clenched.
“Men own a slut's body,” Mom said, her dark eyes boring into mine. “You understand me, Leyla?”
Her fingers popped out of my mouth. “And I'm a slut, Mom. So...so I don't own myself? I'm their slave?”
“Yes,” Mom groaned. “You do what they want. So long as I give you permission. Because even sluts still obey their mothers. And you want to be a my good slut.”
“I do!” I whimpered as Mom jammed her fingers back into my snatch.
A smile spread on her dusky cheeks, blushed darker out of shame for what I was. She accepted it, but I knew I disappointed her by not being a pure virgin. A righteous girl. But she would make the best of my fall into sin.
“Good,” she purred. “I knew you would be my good slut.” She pulled her fingers out of my pussy and smeared the tangy cream and salty cum on my lips.
But before I could lick the juices off of them, her lips found mine. She kissed me, not like a mother kisses a daughter, but how a woman kisses a slut. She claimed my mouth. I shivered, feeling how her lips moved, realizing she taught me another lesson: how to kiss with whorish passion. I moaned, my body responding to the lesbian touch of her lips. The taboo, incestuous passion.
Only a slut would grow more wet kissing her mother.
I groaned into her mouth, her tongue brushing my lips. Such a wonderful mother to do such a naughty thing. To show me how to do this. To teach me. I whimpered, my brother pinching my nipple, groaning as he watched us kiss.
“That's so hot, Mom,” he groaned.
Mom broke the kiss. “I'm training your sister, Jalal. Do not think to lust after me. She's the slut.”
“Yes,” groaned Jalal, his dick hard again, glistenin
g with my pussy juices.”
“Now your next lesson in being a slut is cleaning a man's cock.” Mom glanced at Jalal's dick, licking her lips. “See how he's coated in your whorish juices?”
I nodded, a hunger swelling in me.
“A slut licks a man's cock clean after it's been in her pussy or her asshole.” Mom leaned into my ear. “And I remember how hard you sucked the ass off your fingers. I know you love that filthy taste, my little whore.”
“Yes, Mother,” I groaned and then moved, kneeling beside my brother, lowering my head.
I smelled my tangy pussy on his twitching cock, this dusky shaft that took my virginity and ushered me into slutdom. I nuzzled into the base of my brother's cock, my tongue licking out, tasting my whorish flavor staining his shaft. I shivered, my cunt growing hotter as I dragged my tongue up the throbbing shaft, gathering more and more of my cream.
Jalal moaned when I reached the tip. My little brother's cock twitched. I swirled about the spongy tongue his precum bubbling out of his dick. I sucked on the tip for just a moment, cheeks hollowing. His body convulsed.
I liked that.
“Leyla,” he groaned as I moved down the base of his shaft, my chin pressing into his black pubic hair. “Keep sucking.”
“I have to clean you, little brother,” I purred then licked up his shaft again. This time in a different spot.
I savored my tangy juices, lapping up the side of his cock while Mom watched. Her eyes were so intense, watching me, studying my technique. She was such a wonderful mother for training me to be a slut, making sure I realized my body's pleasures.
Most mothers would just disown such a whorish daughter, kick her to the street. Back in my grandparent's home in Jordan, they might even have killed me for the family's honor. But we were in America. Where girls could be sluts and whores, and explore all the sinful desires of their body.
And my body brimmed with such sinful desire.
