Daughter's Slut - S01 E27

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Daughter's Slut - S01 E27

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 27

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.

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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 college today.” 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, leaking 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.

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