Daughter's Slut - S01 E06

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Daughter's Slut - S01 E06

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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.

“That's so good, slut,” groaned Jalal, his hand squeezing my dangling tit as I licked and lapped at his cock.

“Mmm, yes, clean your brother's cock,” Mom moaned, squirming beside me, her dress rustling. She rubbed my back, sliding her fingernails down to my ass. She squeezed it. “Get him clean of all those whore-juices.”

“So clean,” Jalal groaned. “Yes!”

My tongue flicked the tip of his dick, making him shudder again. I loved that. The way he groaned as I played with the crown. I nuzzled at the front of his dick, my nipple throbbing as he pinched it. The little nub felt connected directly with my dripping snatch. Juices trickled down my thighs. My hole ached to be filled by his cock.

Or our older brother Faizel's cock. Or Daddy's.

I sucked on the tip of Jalal's dick. He groaned, pinching my nipple so hard. Pain flared. And that made my pussy hotter. I moaned about his tip, licking, sucking, so eager for more of his salty cum. I wanted that as much as having my pussy filled.

I hungered for both.

“Enough of that,” Mom said. She smacked my ass. “I don't want him cumming yet. I need to show you how to properly fuck.”

My head popped off his dick. “Didn't I do a good job my first time?”

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Mrs. Umayyah

“You were...adequate,” I said to Leyla, my pussy on fire from watching her whore behavior. It itched and seethed in my panties, soaking my cloth. I ached to be filled. My eyes flicked to Jalal's dick, almost as big as his father's. “But you need to learn how to move your hips. How to fuck up and down a dick as you ride it. I will show you.”

“Show...me?” Leyla frowned as I pulled off my hijab, my black hair spilling out down my back and shoulders.

“Yes, show you,” I said, my pussy clenching. “I will fuck your brother so you can watch. I'm only doing this for your training, not because I'm a slut like you. I have your father. He keeps my pussy more than satisfied.”

“Of course, Mother,” she said, biting her lips as she stared at me unbuttoning my dress.

Both my children stared at me, such hunger in their eyes. They salivated over the prospect of seeing my breasts. Jalal had always ogled me, like any proper growing boy should. But Leyla's hunger only proved how much of slut she was. She yearned for congress with women as well as men.

I could feel it in the way she accepted my kiss.

I licked my lips, still tasting the faint traces of my son and daughter mixed together, that delicious, naughty combination of cunt and cum. My pussy clenched again as I slid my dress of my shoulders, baring my large breasts constrained in my bra.

“You have such big tits, Mom,” groaned Jalal.

“Hush,” I told him. “I am doing this for your sister's benefit, not yours.” But my back straightened, thrusting my tits towards him. I loved his eyes on me, appreciating my womanly curves. My dress fell about my waist. I reached behind me, unhooking my bra.

Leyla licked her lips as my tits spilled out. My little whore-daughter stared at my pillowy mounds with the same hunger her father had on our wedding night. The night I lost my virginity like proper woman. My nipples were fat and hard, darker brown than hers, my areolas twice as large.

She leaned over and licked at one before jerking back. “Sorry, Mother. I didn't mean to...”

“No, no, that's wonderful,” I groaned, my nipple throbbing from the brief, incestuous contact with her mouth. I'd seen Lee and Melody sucking on their mother Vicky as I spied on my coworker's classroom. Watching Clint and his incestuous harem writhe, his sisters all such sluts for him. And his Aunt Vicky. “You're following your instincts as a slut.”

“Damn,” Jalal groaned as Leyla leaned in and sucked at my nipple again.

My son stroked his cock, precum beading at the tip as he watched his sister suck and nibble on my nub. I shuddered, pleasure racing straight to my pussy. My whore-daughter swirled her tongue around it, using the lessons I taught her on cock-sucking to pleasure my fat nub.

I undulated my hips, working my skirt down off my ass. I rose, pushing it down my thighs then shifted to work it off my kneeling legs. Then I hooked the waistband of my panties, pushing them down, exposing my soaked, black bush to my son's hungry gaze.

“As you can see, my son,” I groaned, loving my baby boy staring at my pussy, “I am not shaved like a whore. A proper woman lets her bush grow wild. And her husband takes delight in this. But sluts like your sister have to tempt men into adultery by shaving their snatches.”

“They do look great shaved,” he groaned. “But I understand why a proper woman wouldn't shave her cunt. It's like shaving her head.”

“Exactly,” I moaned, sliding forward. My daughter's mouth popped off my nipple. “Now I know you'll enjoy this, Jalal, but remember this is only to train your sister. I'm not a slut for you to paw when you like.”

“Of course, Mom,” he groaned, grabbing my tits with greedy hands. “But right now... I need to treat you like one. For Leyla.”

“Yes,” I whimpered, loving his fingers finding the nipples he suckled from as a babe. Oh, how I loved suckling my baby boy.

I straddled him, pleasure shooting down to my pussy. I grasped his cock, guiding it to my married pussy. I'd never had a dick in me but my husband's before. I rubbed the tip of my son's shaft against my pussy, sliding it up and down my slit. It nudged my clit, sending delight sparking through me.

“See how I tease his cock,” I purred to Leyla, my daughter's face peering at the incestuous meeting of my snatch and my son's dick.

“Yes, Mother,” she moaned, sliding two fingers into her whore-pussy, pumping them in and out with a slow rhythm.

“It gets you wetter and builds his anticipation of your pussy's embrace,” I moaned. “Isn't that nice, Jalal?”

“Yes, Mom,” he panted, face twisting as he felt my snatch. “Makes me so desperate to be in you.”

“Of course it does,” I purred. “This is how a slut drives a man wild.”

My daughter nodded, her eyes glossy but keen. She masturbated faster, her fingers making wet sounds as they plunged into her dripping depths. Yes, she would help me replace the money I lost in online gambling. My husband Karim would never have to know I lost our savings to my addiction.

Men would pay so much for Leyla.

I slid my son's cock up and down my pussy one last time, my clit savoring the delight. Then I pressed his dick right to the entrance of my married cunt. A hot shiver ran through me to impale myself down his cock, to feel my baby boy back inside me once again.

“Now that he's all horny, what do I do, Leyla?” I asked, whimpering, fighting my body's instinct to take my son's cock to the hilt. But I wasn't a slut. I could control myself and teach my daughter.

“You fuck him!” Leyla moaned, my slutty daughter's round breasts jiggling as she frigged her snatch faster and faster.

“That's right,” I groaned and impaled my cunt down my son's dick.

Jalal moaned. My baby boy let out such a groan of sure delight as he felt his mother's pussy wrapped about his shaft. His hands squeezed my breasts, almost as big as his father's hands, but so smooth, lacking all those familiar callouses Karim earned from working construction. I ran my hands up my baby boy's smooth, lean chest. So slim, not brawny like his father.

Just so cute.

I moved my hips, swirling his dick around inside of me while my slutty daughter watched. Leyla whimpered while I let out a throaty groan of delight. Jalal's cock felt so amazing in me, filling me up, making me shiver.

“Now you want to move your hips more, Leyla,” I groaned, sliding my pussy up Jalal's cock. The friction sent pleasure shooting through me. “You want them swiveling and undulating. You want to always be moving them. Up and down isn't enough when you're riding a man's cock. You have to make it better for him.”

“Yes, Mother,” she whimpered, plunging a third finger into her pussy.

“It feels so good,” Jalal groaned. “Oh, Mom, yes! Move that pussy on my cock.”

“See,” I moaned, undulating my hips, dancing as I fucked my married cunt up and down my son's dick. “Listen to him. He loves it.”

“Uh-huh, Mother.”

I shuddered, pumping my hips up and down my son's cock, loving his girth in me. Such wicked shivers filled me. The friction burned in my snatch's depths, my pussy drinking in the incestuous glide of my baby boy's cock against my inner flesh.

He reached deep into me when I bottomed out, my tits jiggling in his kneading hands. Such pleasure shone in his eyes as he stared up at me. He groaned and gasped, making all these manly sounds, growing up right before my eyes.

It made my pussy hotter. My hips pumped faster. I wanted to make my baby boy cum. To show Leyla how to be a slut. My tits heaved more. My hips danced and undulated. Such rapture shot through my body as my married cunt pleased my son.

“You want to lean forward, too,” I groaned, doing that, planting my hands on Jalal's shoulders. My tits dangled before him. He pulled his hands away, just watching my big mounds sway as I fucked up and down his cock. “This changes how his dick moves inside of you.”

“It's so fucking good,” groaned Jalal. “Mom, your cunt... It's amazing.”

“Ooh, yes, Mom, you look so hot as you ride him,” Leyla panted. She licked her lips, her body twitching as she plunged her three digits in and out of her cunt.

“By changing how you lean, you rub his cock on different parts of your cunt. You'll both love it.” I then leaned backward, my spine arching, my tits thrusting up before me. “Like this. Mmm, yes, now he's rubbing on the front of my pussy as I work my cunt up and down him.”

“You're amazing, Mom,” Leyla moaned. “So hot and sexy.”

I shuddered, drinking in her words.

“Daddy must be so happy to have a wife dedicated to his pleasures,” my daughter continued, such envy in her voice. She wanted to be a good, Muslim woman like me. To be that pure bride for her husband.

But she wasn't. She was my little slut.

“He's so happy,” I groaned. “We've learned so much about pleasure. It took me years and years to figure out all these ways to please him.”

“So good,” groaned Jalal, his hands sliding up and down my sides, clutching my flesh.

I leaned forward again, dangling my tits before him. Then I pressed them into his chest, sliding my pussy up and down his cock. My breasted rubbed on his chest, my nipples throbbing against him. His hands grabbed my ass out of instinct, kneading it, pulling me up and his cock, guiding me.

“When he grabs your hips and or ass, let him guide you,” I groaned. “Control you. He knows what feels good on his dick. Don't deny him, my little slut.”

“I wont, Mother.” Leyla's face twisted in pleasure. Then her body spasmed. “I'll be such a good slut.”

As my daughter orgasmed, I kissed Jalal hard on the lips. My tongue plunged into his mouth. He groaned, hands tightening on my ass. My pussy clenched on his dick, clit rubbing into his pubic bone. Such pleasure surged through me.

My own orgasm built and built as I kissed him so hard. I loved my baby boy. My eyes squeezed shut, my body moving now, lost to the rapture building in me. The pleasure I shared with my youngest child.

His tongue shoved into my mouth, learning how to kiss a whore. His fingers dug into my butt-crack as he kneaded me. I savored his exploration, my married pussy growing hotter and hotter on his dick.

I whimpered, my pussy clenching so hard on his shaft as I rocked on him. My nipples throbbed against my chest.

“Yes, yes, fuck him, Mother,” groaned Leyla. “That's so hot. I want to fuck him so hard. I want to be a slut and make men cum in my snatch.”

Jalal moaned into our incestuous kiss. His hands squeezed hard on my ass. He pulled my pussy down his dick. He buried to the hilt in my cunt. Then he grunted. His cum fired into my depths. I shuddered, feeling a man other than my husband, my own baby boy, flood my snatch with jizz.

My body spasmed. My orgasm exploded through me.

I broke the kiss, gasping, “Yes, yes, yes, flood Mommy's pussy! A slut always begs. Always yearns for it.”

“I do, Mother,” Leyla groaned.