Daughter's Slut Training 03

"Oh, yes," I groaned. "Ooh, just ram your cock into Mommy's pussy. Satiate those desires your whorish sister stirred in you."

"Yes!" he growled, hands squeezing my hips so hard as he rammed into me. "You're so awesome, Mom. Your pussy's so hot and wet. I love fucking you."

"And I love being such a good mother to you," I whimpered, my hips undulating, stirring his dick around inside of me. "Ooh, yes, just like that. Ram that cock into my depths. Fill your mother to the hilt."

"I will," he groaned, pumping harder, faster.

My eyes rolled back into my head. Such sweet rapture burned through me. My pussy clenched every time he drew back, not wanting him to leave my cunt. But then he slammed back into me, his balls smacking my clit. So heavy with the seed he needed to unburden into me.

I gasped, wanting to feel my son squirt his incestuous cum into my depths. I worked my hips, stirring my pussy around his dick as he pumped away. His thrust grew faster and faster, swelling my orgasm quicker and quicker.

"Oh, yes, you're driving Mommy wild with that big cock," I groaned. "Ooh, yes, such a strong son. So virile. Fuck Mommy's cunt. Cum in her!"

"Yes," he groaned, pumping away so hard, his hands moving from my hips. They seized my tits through my dress, squeezing my large mounds. "You're so hot on my cock, Mom. You're boiling. You're going to cum."

"So hard!" I gasped. "A mother should always take such joy in helping her children. Such pleasure."

"Yes," he agreed, his balls smacking into my clit.

Every meaty thwack sent such rapture shooting through me. My eyes rolled back into my head. I whimpered and groaned. His dick pounded me so hard. Stars danced before my eyes as the rapture swelled in the core of my cunt.

I trembled, on the verge of exploding on my son's amazing cock. I whimpered and gasped, leaning farther over the stove, my forearms resting on cold burners. The heat from the stew warmed the right side of my face.

I cared for my family so much. I cooked for them. I cleaned for them. And I gave them what they needed. Leyla needed to be my whore. My prostitute.

And my son needed to cum in his mommy's cunt.

My orgasm exploded hot and hard through me.

"My big, strong son!" I howled, my pussy spasming about his dick. My cunt writhed, milking his cock, so eager for his jizz to spurt into me. To fill me with every creamy, incestuous drop.

Proof that I had given him what he needed.

"You're so big and virile!" I howled.

"Yes," he growled, pumping his cock through my cumming snatch.

My flesh writhed about his shaft, so eager for him to erupt. Waves of pleasure washed out of my pussy and splashed against my mind. Euphoria raged through my thoughts. They smothered them with incestuous ecstasy.

And his dick kept slamming into me. Kept churning my pussy to a froth. He had such stamina. Youth gave him such staying power as he rammed over and over into my pussy. I gasped, my first orgasm spilling into another.

"Ooh, my big, strong son, yes! Churn your mommy's pussy! Fuck her so hard! Cum in her!"

"I will," he groaned, squeezing my tits. "I'm going to cum so hard in you. But not in your pussy!"

"What?" I panted, struggling to think through the ecstasy raging through my body.

His cock ripped out of my convulsing pussy. Pussy juices flooded down my thighs as he dragged the wet tip of his cock up through my taint and between the cheeks of my butt. My eyes widened as he rubbed it on my asshole.

"What are you doing?" I demanded. "I'm not a slut! You can't fuck my ass, Jalal!"

"I need it, Mom," he groaned, pressing his dick on my virgin sphincter.

* * *

Leyla Umayyah

"You are a fucking whore," Daddy growled, ripping his cock out of my mouth. I shuddered, coughing, saliva dripping down my mouth. "And this is how whores are treated."

"Yes, Daddy," I gasped in pure delight as he hauled me up and threw me against the counter. I bent over the sink, my breasts swaying before me.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my face flushed, sweat beading my dusky forehead. My mused, black hair tumbled about my heart-shaped beauty. It wasn't the face of a slut but of a virgin. And that just made it all the more wanton as I moaned, "Fuck me, Daddy! Use me like a whore!"

In the reflection, I saw him staring with such hunger at my shaved pussy, seeing my tight slit on display. Juices dribbled out of me, proof of my whorish need to be fucked had. To be used by his big cock.

Then I realized his dick was still hard. That despite cumming, my body inspired him that much. I shuddered as he grabbed his dick, bringing it to my pussy. I trembled at the incestuous contact of his dick against my snatch. He slid it up and down my near-virgin pussy.

Only one other cock had been in there. For a slut, that was practically pristine.

"Shaitan has transformed you, whore," he growled. "Possessed you."

"Yes!" I moaned, rubbing back against him. "I'm just a naughty slut needing her daddy's big dick in her. Fuck me! You're so hard, Daddy! Don't deny yourself the pleasure of my body."

With a growl, he thrust into me.

My eyes widened as his girth rammed into me with such force, his heavy balls thwacking into my clit. It made such an obscene smack, mixing with the wet sluice of hard dick sliding into dripping cunt. The sounds of a slut being fucked by her daddy.

I whimpered in pure rapture, feeling my father in my nineteen-year-old cunt. My pussy clenched down so hard on his dick, savoring the difference between him and Jalal. A little thicker, reaching a little deeper. His shaft nudged at the end of my pussy. At my cervix.

"Oh, Daddy, yes!" I moaned in pure, wanton rapture. "Fuck my whore-cunt, Daddy! I need it! I'm so possessed by sin! I've made your cock so hard! Satiate yourself in me. Use me."

His muscular form loomed over me. I watched him in the mirror as he savored my incestuous depths, reveling in the taboo pleasure of his daughter's barely legal cunt. I shuddered, tightening and relaxing my cunt, wiggling my hips, keeping them moving just how Mom taught me.

Then his hands seized my naked, round tits. He squeezed them in his strong hands, fingers sliding up to the nipples topping the firm mounds. My eyes widened as he pinched them. I let out a long, low groan as he twisted and abused my nubs. Pain flared.

Wonderful pain.

"I'm going to fuck your cunt so hard," he groaned. "I don't know what game your mother is playing, but this pussy... I've wanted this pussy so badly. But I didn't want to ruin you for your husband. But someone else already has."

"Jalal did it," I whimpered. "I'm just such a slut, Daddy. You don't have to spare me. I don't have to be pure for a husband. I'm a whore, Daddy! Use me!"

My words ignited such a fire in him. I groaned as he drew back his dick and then rammed so hard into my pussy. My cunt drank in the friction of his dick pumping in and out of me. He plowed my cunt with such power, such strength. Jalal had fucked me like a jackrabbit, just so eager to be in my cunt. But Daddy... He fucked me like a wolf taking his bitch, squeezing out every drop of pleasure for the both of us to enjoy.

His strokes rammed deep into me. Then he drew back so slowly, letting me savor the feel of him. My back arched, my pussy squeezing down on his dick. Such naughty, lusty whimpers escaped my mouth as he gave me such pleasure.

But I was supposed to please him.

I rotated my hips, undulating them, dancing my cunt around his cock. He grunted, savoring the heat of my pussy, the silky glide of my cunt around his thrusting cock. We both moaned our pleasure, savoring the incestuous delight of our sinful congress.

"Yes, yes, yes, Daddy!" I groaned, bucking back into him, my tits jiggling as he pulled on my nipples. "Just fuck me so hard. Ram that dick into my pussy. That's your daughter's hot pussy you're fucking. Isn't it amazing?"

"Yes," he growled, tugging so hard on my nipples I squealed out in rapture, my cunt clamping down on his cock. "So much tighter than your mother's."

"That's why she sent me up here. She loves you, Daddy. She wants you to enjoy yourself. To satiate your lusts in me. She knows you've stared at me. That you've wanted me." I quivered. "Isn't she such a loving wife? She's nothing like the slut I am."

"You are such a slut," he groaned. "Allah's messenger, yes! Such a hot cunt. I'm going to dump my cum into you."

"Do it, Daddy!" I moaned.

Every word we spoke made me feel more and more like a slut. A complete and abject whore. A huge smile burst across my lips. I reveled in it. My orgasm swelled faster and faster, driven as much by what we said as by my daddy's big dick ramming into my cunt.

But I loved that. He filled me. He completed me. My whore-body needed a dick in me so much. I needed cocks pumping in and out of me. Cum spurting into me. I whimpered, squeezing my shaft down on his dick. My eyes rolled back into my head, dizzy delight spilling through me.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck your slutty daughter, Daddy! Fuck your little girl! Mmm, yes, you're going to fire so much cum into me."

"So much!" he grunted, strokes growing faster, harder. He no longer teased me by drawing his dick back slowly. Now he yanked it back so he could enjoy plunging it back into my cunt. "Flood you with every drop."

"I'll be dripping with your jizz all through dinner," I moaned. "Cum just pouring out of me. Ooh, yes!"

"Uh-huh," Daddy panted, pumping his hips so hard, his balls thwacking over and over into my clit.

I loved that. My little bud drank in the feel of his meaty balls spanking it. Pleasure shot through me, meeting the throbbing tingles racing from my abused nipples. I loved how he twisted them, pinched them, pulled on them. He stretched them out while my pussy quivered about his dick.

It all drove me closer and closer to my orgasm. To my little pussy spasming on his dick. I wanted to milk every drop of his cum out of him. I wanted to feel him spurting into my snatch. Flooding me with his cum.

Oh, what a treat that would be. To be flooded by my Daddy's cum. To be filled with his incestuous seed. I wasn't on the pill. Maybe he'd breed me. Or maybe one of my brothers would. Or another man. I had no idea. Such wanton excitement filled me.

"Cum in me, Daddy!" I howled as my orgasm exploded through me. "Flood me."

"I will, slut!" he growled. "Daddy will give his whore-daughter everything she needs."

"Yes, yes, yes," I gasped. "Just give it to me."

His huge dick pumped in and out of my spasming cunt. He rammed that amazing dick over and over into me. He filled me up. He made me quiver and convulse. My face twisted in the mirrors reflection, looking more and more like a slut's face and less and less like a virgin's.

I drank in the incestuous pleasure of my daddy's cock filling me. My eyes rolled back into my head. I shuddered, shivered. My eyes were so wide, so bursting with rapture. My breasts jiggled as Daddy pulled on my nipples.

And his dick kept fucking me. Kept ramming into me.

He endured my spasming pussy. His stamina held out as he pounded over and over through my convulsing cunt. He gave me more and more pleasure. He kept churning my twat to a hot froth. I whimpered, bucking back into him.

"Cum in me, Daddy!" I groaned. "Use me. Dump your cum into your daughter's cunt."

"I will," he snarled, his hands abandoning my tits. He seized my hips, grasping my slender waist, and really pounded me.

I screamed out in rapture. The pleasure slammed through my body. His cock buried over and over into my convulsing pussy. He fucked me like a man fucking a whore. He took me so hard. I reveled in it. My orgasms spilled one after the other.

I cried out his name. My vision fuzzed. Stars exploded before me. Reds and blues and yellows. My back arched, tits swinging before me from his powerful thrusts. My clit drank in his smacking balls, adding more rapture to my climax.

Then his cock erupted.

"Yes, Daddy!" I howled, my pussy milking his cumming dick. "Spurt all your yummy jizz into me. Ooh, I need it so badly, Daddy!"

"I can tell," he grunted, his cum spurting hard and fast into me. Just filling my pussy to the brim. His cum swam in me, pooling in my depths. "What a whore you are, Leyla."

"Your whore," I groaned. "And Jalal's whore. I'm every man's whore, Daddy. Just such a slut."

"Such a slut," he agreed as his final blast of cum spurted into me.

Such joy sang through my soul. I made my daddy so happy with my pussy.

* * *

Mrs. Umayyah

"Sorry, Mom," groaned Jalal as his cock, slicked with my pussy juices, rammed into my virgin bowels.

I let out a grunt of surprise as my son's dick reached into my asshole. My tight bowels embraced his cock. Velvety pleasure surged through me. My eyes widened at the shock of it. How good it felt to house him in my asshole.

I'd witnessed Clint bugger his sluts, but I never imagined I could do this naughty, perverted act.

But Jalal needed this. I could tell that now. He needed to ram his cock over and over into his mother's asshole, experiencing this delight firsthand. He could have used his slut-sister, but he wanted me instead.

I shivered in delight, a big smile crossing my lips. My hips rotated, stirring his cock around inside my bowels. I let out a whimper of delight as he drew back his dick and then rammed into the depths of my asshole, his crotch smacking my butt-cheeks.

"Oh, Mom, yes," he groaned. "Oh, you have such a hot, tight asshole."

"Uh-huh," I whimpered. "Satiate your cock. Just use me so hard. Mmm, yes, fuck your mommy's asshole. It's her first time."

"You mean Dad never... Fuck, yes!" I could feel his smile, his pride at taking his mother's anal cherry. "That's awesome!"

"I'm not a slut, remember," I groaned. "But I'm just helping you. Being a good mother."

"Uh-huh," he groaned, pounding me hard, his balls smacking into my taint.

I whimpered, rocking back into his thrust, drinking in the burning friction. It shot to my pussy, still aching from my orgasm. New pleasure swelled in me. I whimpered, realizing I could cum just from his dick plowing me.

My baby boy grew up into such a stud.

I gasped and grunted. My eyes rolled back into my head as he plowed me so hard. He rammed his dick into the depths of me. He stirred me up. He had me gasping and moaning out in complete rapture. I savored his dick pumping away at me.

His hands gripped my hips, his strokes growing faster and faster. I felt his orgasm build and build. I knew he drove himself to a hot climax. He'd pump his mother's ass full of all his youthful cum. I clenched down my bowels on his dick, increasing the friction.

"Mom!" he groaned, his voice sounding so adult. My eighteen-year-old baby was growing up.

"You're such a stud!" I howled. "You've become such a man. Mommy is so proud of you. Ooh, yes, just keep ramming your dick into me."

"Are you going to cum?" he asked, his right hand slipping around my hip.

"I said you were a stud!" I moaned. "A stud makes his woman cum. Your father always makes me orgasm."

"Good," he groaned, his fingers finding my clit buried in my dark bush.

I gasped as he stroked my sensitive bud. The heat burning in my cunt swelled in temperature. What was once a small fire was now a bonfire. It raged inside of me. Juices dripped down my thighs, my pussy clenching in envy of my bowels.

His strokes picked up their pace, growing frantic. He hammered me, fucking me like a jackrabbit taking his sexy bunny hard. I whimpered, loving his cock's hot plunge into my bowels. His fingers rubbed harder on my clit.

"Mom!" he groaned.

"Yes, yes, cum in my ass!" I whimpered, trembling, on the verge of exploding in rapture.

He rammed his cock into my bowels. My eyes rolled back into my head. I groaned and gasped. His finger danced on my clit. His heavy balls smacked into my taint. And then they unloaded into me. He grunted as his cock pumped hot jizz into my bowels.

I drank it in. My body bucked. My climax swept through me. My pussy convulsed about nothing. Juices squirted out of my cunt as my asshole writhed on his cock. I milked his dick, my virgin bowels drinking in every drop of his cum.

The incestuous rapture swept through my body. I bucked and convulsed, forearms rubbing on the cold burners. I panted, my hijab swaying about my face as Jalal drew back and slammed into my asshole one final time.

"So good," I whimpered as my pleasure peaked in me. "Mmm, you are such a stud, my son."

"And you are such a MILF," he groaned.

I shivered, knowing exactly what that meant.

"Just remember," I panted as he pulled his cock out of my aching asshole, "I'm not a slut like your sister."

He grabbed my panties, pulling them up my thighs. "Just a good, loving mother."

He kissed my butt-cheek before covering my ass with my panties. Then he pulled down my skirt, smoothing it. He leaned over and planted a kiss on my cheek, like any loving son would to his mother, then strolled off.

I shuddered, checking the stew. Almost ready for dinner. Leyla should be finishing up with my husband. I couldn't wait to see him. I hoped he thoroughly enjoyed the slut. I knew he'd fuck her hard. Such a passionate man when aroused. She would learn a lot about pleasing men from him, getting her ready for tomorrow.

I already had an idea of the men I should sell her to. All those professors staring at those barely legal coeds, lusting after them but fearing ever touching them. Some of the girls were so precocious, too, flaunting their bodies, driving them wild.

And my Leyla would take care of them.

The front door opened. A moment later, my eldest son walked in, a spitting image of his father at twenty. He had a big smile as he smelled the fish stew, his cheeks clean-shaven with just a hint of boyish beauty fading into his masculine prowess. Unlike Jalal, he had the build of a man, wide-shoulders and muscled from sports.

"Hey, Mom," he grinned, darting in to plant a kiss on my left cheek.

I felt his strength. Maybe I should ensure he was satisfied, too. After all, it was my motherly duty.

"Dinner's almost ready," I told him. "Set the table."

"Sure, Mom," he grinned. Such a good boy. My asshole tingled, full of his younger brother's cum, my pussy growing hot and wet again.

A mother's work was never done.

To be continued...