Daughter's Slut Training 04

"Uh-huh," he panted, his dick throbbing, twitching. "Right, Mom. Just helping out. That's why your nipple is so hard."

"Well, you're just so sexy," I purred, stroking his dick faster and faster, fighting the urge to just impale my cunt down on his cock like a slut.

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Leyla Umayyah

"Let me get your dick ready again," I purred. "A good slut always cleans the dick that fucked her."

"Even if it's been in her ass?"

I shivered, settling between Daddy's legs, his cum leaking out of my well-fucked asshole and running down to my hot pussy. "Especially then. I have to clean you up."

I leaned my head in, smelling my sour ass on his dick. A perverse, slutty hunger shot through my nineteen-year-old body. I grasped his dick and licked up the shaft. I shuddered, tasting my bowels, the dirty, incestuous musk I left on his dick.

This was so wrong. I loved it. It made my pussy so hot. My flowing juices mixed with Daddy's cum on my vulva. I savored it as my tongue danced up and down his dick. I licked and lapped at his half-hard shaft. My lips kissed his dick, brief sucks to clean off more of my sour musk.

"Such a slut, my little flower," Daddy groaned, stroking my black hair.

It made me purr in delight. I was so glad Daddy accepted me even though I brought such shame to our family. He didn't kick me out, instead he gave me what I needed. Mom was correct to train me and mold me. If I had tried to pretend to be a pure, Muslim woman, I would have slipped up. I would have cheated on my husband.

This way, it was out in the open. Everyone would know. And my perverse lusts would be satiated.

My lips latched onto to the tip of his dick. I sucked so hard, cheeks hollowing, savoring my sour flavor. I reveled in the dirty taste of my ass. I bobbed my mouth, taking more and more of his hardening cock.

"What a depraved whore," groaned Daddy. "You're like a slut in a porno."

I shivered, moaning my agreement about his dick.

"Just so perverse. Willing to do anything with a cock."

Anything.

I bobbed my head as he kept stroking my hair with that same fatherly gesture he had when I was a girl. Before I started wearing my hijab at menstruation. He stroked his fingers through my silk as I worshiped and cleaned his dick.

I took more and more of him. The tip reached the back of my throat. I fought my gag and swallowed his cock. Once more, I deep-throated him. He groaned as I worked my lips farther and farther down his shaft, reaching the goal of nuzzling into his pubic hair.

His wiry bush tickled my cheeks. I breathed in his manly musk, so salty and virile. I shuddered, moaning about his dick. My pussy burned so hot. My ass clenched, forcing out more of his cum to run down to my pussy. And then down my thighs. I felt the incestuous mix of jizz and cream running down my legs.

Such a slut.

"My little flower," Daddy groaned. "If you keep sucking, I'll erupt in your mouth."

I pulled my mouth off his dick as quickly as I could, his cock sliding out of my throat. Then my lips popped off. "And you want to cum in my pussy, don't you, Daddy?" I stroked his cock, wet with my saliva, staring at him. "You want your slutty daughter to ride you like a whore in a porno."

"Yes!" he growled, fingers clenching into my hair.

"Then you'll get it, Daddy!"

Mom had showed me the proper technique to ride a cock with Jalal this afternoon. I watched her fuck my little brother with such wild abandon. She kept moving her hips, making sure my little brother had the maximum amount of pleasure.

And I was ready to give that same ecstasy to my hunky Daddy.

I straddled him. His hands gabbed my waist as I guided his dick to my hungry pussy. My breasts swayed before me as I shuddered. It felt so amazing to swab the crown of his thick cock through my shaved cunt.

"I'm going to ride you so hard, Daddy," I moaned, his cock nudging at the entrance of my twat.

"You are, little flower!" he growled, his hands tightening on my hips.

Then he pulled me down his dick.

I gasped, back arching. My breasts heaved. His cock filled me to the hilt. My pussy rejoiced at our incestuous union. It sent such dizzy delight through my body to have the very dick in me that knocked up my mother.

That seeded her with me.

This cock helped create me. And now my pussy worshiped it. My fertile depths eager for his cum to flood me. Maybe he'd plant a daughter, a slut, in my cunt. My own sister-daughter to teach and mold and guide the way Mom did me.

Because any daughter I had would have to be a slut.

"Oh, Daddy, yes!" I moaned, sliding up his dick, my breasts jiggling before me. My hips moved, wiggling and undulating just how Mom taught me. "Do you love my pussy riding your dick?"

"So much," he groaned, hands moving. He seized my tits, rough hands squeezing hard.

It hurt. I loved it.

"Fuck your daddy's cock, you little slut!" he growled, bearded face burning with pleasure. "Do it!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" I howled, pumping my hips faster and faster. I worked my cunt up and down his dick, drinking in the rapture. I slammed down him, grinding my clit into his pubic bone, my pussy growing hotter and hotter on his shaft.

I swirled his cock around in me as I fucked him. I kept my hips moving, dancing. His hands squeezed my tits, his thumbs brushing my nipples. They sent such amazing waves of delight through me. I trembled and groaned. My eyes rolled back into my head.

My clit smacked into his pubic bone on every downstroke. My pussy clenched when it did, sparks shooting through my snatch. I whimpered, drinking in the rapture, swiveling my hips. My black hair bounced about my shoulders as I rode him faster and faster.

"Oh, Daddy, yes!" I gasped. "I love your dick in my pussy!"

He squeezed my tits. "I can tell. Such a hot cunt working up and down my dick. You're going to explode on me.

"So hard, Daddy!" I whimpered, slamming down his girth over and over.

I loved feeling him fill me. His dick stretching out my cunt every time I bottomed out on him. Then I had the joy of the wonderful rise up his girth, feeling him withdraw out of my cunt, leaving me so empty. So in need of being filled again by him.

And then I impaled myself down his cock again.

I loved it. Such a whore. My hips danced and whirled. I fucked him so hard, my hands rubbing at his hairy, muscular torso. I twined his chest hairs about my fingers as I fucked him. My fingernails scratched at his chest. I groaned and whimpered, my pussy growing so hot as I loved this dick in me.

I loved my father fucking me so much.

"Daddy!" I whimpered over and over. "Cum in me. I want your jizz spurting into my fertile depths!"

"Such a slut!" he groaned, pinching my nipples.

I squealed in rapture, my pussy clenching down so hard on his dick. My nipples shot rapture straight down to my slutty cunt. My flesh clung to his cock, drinking in the friction, propelling me to ride him faster and harder.

Bringing me closer and closer to my incestuous release.

Then Daddy let go my left nipple. His right hand shot behind me, grasping my ass. I groaned as he kneaded my rump, his other hand still playing with my nipple. I shuddered, leaning over him, savoring how his cock rubbed differently in my pussy.

Daddy loved it. His fingers dug into my crack as he groaned. He felt his cum leaking out my asshole. Then he jammed a digit deep into my rectum. My pussy clamped down hard on his cock at the sudden intrusion.

"Daddy!" I screamed, cumming hard on his dick.

My body thrashed atop him, my pussy convulsing about his hard cock. My flesh writhed and spasmed. His finger reached so deep into my asshole, that stimulation coursing through me. My back arched, my clit grinding into his pubic mound.

Ecstasy surged through my body. Incestuous delight reached my mind. Such wonderful rapture. Euphoria. I gasped and moaned as I bucked on him. He grunted, squeezing my right tit so hard as he felt my passion.

"Cum in me, Daddy!" I howled, gripped in my pleasure. "Just flood me! Please! I need it, Daddy!"

"Yes, you do, my little flower," he growled.

His hips fucked upward. He bounced my convulsing cunt on his dick. He possessed such virile strength to still fuck me like this. I shuddered, my hair dancing around my shoulders as he plowed that amazing cock into my cumming depths. His pubic bone smashed my clit every time I slammed back down his cock.

Orgasms rippled through me. Wave after wave of rapture surged through my body. I groaned and gasped, trembling, my tits heaving. Daddy grunted, feeling the pleasure of my youthful cunt massaging his hard dick.

Driving him to his release.

"Slut!" he howled, thrusting up into my cunt.

"I am, Daddy!" I howled, gripped in euphoria.

And then his cum spurted into my incestuous depths. It only grew better and better. My rapture burned hotter as my daddy's jizz filled my cunt. It splashed into my fertile depths again. I groaned, my cunt milking out all his pleasure.

I hoped he bred me. Someone would, and it would be so hot if it were my Daddy. My orgasm peaked through me as he grunted and groaned. He wiggled that finger in my asshole. He squeezed my tit. He pumped the last drops of his cum into my pussy.

I collapsed on him, breathing so hard, my breast rubbing on his chest, his arms around my body. I loved being a slut.

* * *

Mrs. Umayyah

I gasped as Faizel threw me onto my back. My big tits heaved. My eldest son, my firstborn, mounted me, his eyes wild. I should protest. I should stop him. But I wanted his cock in me. My thighs parted for him as he guided his dick to my married pussy.

I took my third cock ever. The second that wasn't my husband's. I whimpered in rapture as my hunky firstborn slid back into the pussy that birthed him. My cunt clamped down his dick as he plunged into my depths with a bold stroke.

Just the way his father had taken my virginity.

"Faizel!" I groaned, my back arching, my thighs wrapping about his waist. "Yes, yes, fuck your mother! Satiate your cock! When Leyla's not around, or one of those sluts you date, I'll take care of you. Mommy loves taking care of her strong sons."

"Fuck, Mom," he groaned, drawing back his thick cock and ramming back into my pussy. "You're so hot and wet. You want this. You want to fuck me."

"Just helping you out, my son," I groaned. "But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy it."

I seized his short, black hair and pulled him down for a hot kiss. His muscular chest mashed against my big breasts as he fucked me with long, hard stokes. I kissed my son, reveling in his strength. My married pussy drank in his hard strokes. He slammed his cock over and over into my depths. I shuddered, bucking up into him, working my hips, loving every moment of my firstborn being in me.

Such delicious pleasure shuddered through my body. My fingernails clawed his back as I bucked and writhed beneath him. He fucked me so hard, grunting into our kiss every time he buried that amazing cock into my depths.

Into his mother's pussy.

"Damn," he groaned, breaking the kiss, his hips pumping hard. "You are so hot and wet. Mom. And these tits!"

His right hand squeezed my left tit as he plowed me, his cock thrusting hard and deep into me.

"Just perfect tits."

"I know," I groaned. "Mmm, enjoy this treat, my son."

"Yes!"

The bed creaked and groaned as I thrashed beneath his youthful passion. He plowed into me so hard, so fast. My pussy took his girth. Heat rippled through me. I groaned and gasped, clenching down on him as the pleasure surged through me.

My clit smashed into his pubic bone. His wiry pubic hair kissed my bud and my pussy lips. His dick plowed so deep into me. He tilled my earth, making me quiver like a maiden beneath him. I moaned and gasped, his hand squeezing so hard.

"Yes, yes, satiate your lusts in me!" I moaned. "Mmm, yes, I won't let my strong son suffer. Pump your cum into me."

"Fuck, Mom," he groaned. "You are such a--"

"No!" I hissed. "Your sister is a slut! I'm just helping my son out! I'm just being a good mother."

"Right, right," he grunted, pumping his dick harder, faster. "Oh, Mom, yes, help me out. I'm so fucking hard. Leyla's got that tight ass. I want to fuck her so badly."

"You will," I whimpered. "Before classes, you can enjoy her. But she's taking care of your father tonight. He needs her. He's been so good to me. He deserves this reward."

My son kissed me again, pumping that cock so hard into me. My orgasm swelled through me so fast. It was so hot having my firstborn son fuck me like a man. He'd grown up into such a hunk. I humped into his thrusts, the pleasure building, swelling.

His dick rammed into my depths.

I came on my son's cock.

My pussy rippled about him. I clawed his back, moaning into the kiss. Our tongues dueled as I heaved beneath him. Rapture flooded through my body. Euphoria swept through my mind. I savored it, my cunt milking his cock.

So eager for his cum.

"Fuck, Mom!" he grunted, breaking the kiss. "I'm going to cum!"

"Do it!" I whimpered, his hand squeezing my left breast so hard. "Just flood your mother, Faizel! Satiate yourself!"

"Yes!" he groaned and buried into me.

Another orgasm swept through me. I shuddered, bucking, convulsing as my eldest son's cum pumped into my pussy. It splashed against my cervix and spilled through my sheath. I savored it, the incestuous mixing of his seed and my cream. My son pumped the potential of new life into my cunt.

"Damn," a voice whispered from across the room. "Mom... Damn."

"Jalal," I groaned, voice throaty with pleasure. He stroked his cock through his PJs. Faizel just grunted atop me, pumping the last of his load into my snatch. "Do you need relief, too?"

"Fuck, Mom," Faizel groaned, rolling off of me as I beckoned to my baby boy.

"Yeah, Mom," Jalal said. "I heard you. And...I'm so hard."

"Mmm, let me take care of you, too," I groaned. "I hope you don't mind sloppy seconds."

Jalal didn't seem to mind. He came to his brother's bed in a hurry, shoving down his PJs. His cock flopped out so hard. I grasped it as I pulled him down to the bed. I rolled onto my side, Jalal stretching out before me, his dick throbbing in my hand.

Faizel pressed up behind me. He rubbed his wet cock on my ass as I lifted my leg, guiding my baby boy to my hot pussy. My youngest groaned as he slid into my well-fucked cunt. I whimpered, my snatch sensitive from my orgasm with Faizel.

"There you are," I panted as Jalal pumped away. I hugged his slender frame to me, my breasts rubbing on his chest. "Just relieve your cock so you can sleep. Mommy will help you."

"Thank you, Mom," Jalal groaned, his hands squeezing my tits as I held him, my pussy tightening on his dick. I felt his brother's cum sloshing around inside of me as Jalal pumped away, sending such wonderful pleasure through me.

"And what about me, Mom?" Faizel asked, his cock hard on my ass. "I still need relief."

"Oh, use Mommy's ass," I moaned without thought. "You can both get your relief."

"Yes," he groaned.

I shivered, remembering Jalal buggering me this evening. Their father could never know I let my sons use my asshole. He wouldn't understand why I denied him that hole and yet let my sons plunder it. But I was a good Muslim woman. And we didn't let our husbands fuck our asses.

My pussy tightened around Jalal's dick as his older brother's cock slid between my butt-cheeks. Slicked by my pussy juices, his dick nudged at my sphincter. I groaned as Faizel thrust hard, slamming his lubed dick into the depths of my bowels.

"Oh, yes!" I hissed, pinned between my two sons, their dicks invading my body. "Oh, yes, fuck your mother! Satiate your dicks!"

It felt so good to have both my sons in me. To feel their dicks plunging into my pussy and asshole. The stuffed me so full. Made me tremble and groan. I drank in the two different sensations. The rough delight of my firstborn pumping in and out of my asshole, and the silky pleasure of my baby boy plowing into my married pussy.

Such dizzy delight shot through me. My pussy and asshole clamped down on their dicks, savoring their girths. They groaned and gasped, their young bodies thrusting faster and faster. Jalal squeezed my tits so hard while Faizel's muscular chest rubbed into my back.

"Mom!" Jalal groaned. "You're so tight!"

"And her ass!" Faizel groaned. "Little brother, you have got to try her ass."

"I have!" Jalal said with such pride. For the first time in his life, Jalal had done something before his brother. "And this isn't my first time in her cunt."

"Damn, little brother," groaned Faizel. "Maybe you aren't such a pussy after all."

Jalal thrust harder, pumping his hips like a jackrabbit. I groaned, my pussy drinking in the friction. It shot through my body. My bowels clenched on his brother's cock. Faizel thrust hard into my asshole, pumping away at my greased bowels.

The two different sensations, the dual delights of pleasing both my sons, surged through me hard. I groaned and whimpered. My body convulsed. My eyes rolled back into my eyes as I savored this moment.

And detonated.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I howled as rapture swept through me. "Ooh, my two sons! I love you both so much! Fuck me! Satiate yourselves!"

"Fuck, yes!" Faizel groaned. "Your asshole is so tight. Are you cumming, Mom?"

"She is!" Jalal whimpered, fucking his cock so hard into my sloppy pussy. "I can't... I'm going to!"

"Do it!" I howled, the euphoria burning through my mind. Red and blue and yellow stars danced through the darkness of Faizel's room. "Cum in me! Both of you! Satiate your cocks! Let me be such a good mother."

"The best mother!" grunted Faizel, slamming his cock into my writhing asshole.

"Uh-huh," moaned Jalal, his dick plunging into my spasming cunt. "Mom, love you!"

"Love both my big, strong sons!" I howled, my orgasm intensifying.

Waves of rapture washed through my body, flowing out of my pussy. They reached my mind, smothering me in euphoria. I thrashed between my sons, loving their cocks pumping in and out of my pussy and asshole.

Jalal groaned. Then his cum spurted into my married pussy, mixing with his brother's incestuous load. I savored his jizz filling me. I moaned, squirming between them, new waves of ecstasy sloshing through my body.

Then Faizel's thick cock rammed into my bowels. He grunted, joining his little brother in ecstasy. His cum pumped into my bowels' depths. I gasped in delight, satiating both of my wonderful sons, taking care of their bodies like a good mother should.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I howled, my orgasm peaking through me. "Ooh, my big, strong sons! That's what you need!"

"Yes, Mom," Jalal groaned. "Love you."

"Love you, Mom," my firstborn groaned, nuzzling into my neck.

I smiled, shuddering between them. "I love you both so much. Mmm, yes. It's so much fun taking care of your needs."

"Such a good mom, eh, little brother?"

"Yes, she is," Jalal groaned.

I just beamed, so happy to please my sons. To feel their arms about me, their bodies against me. I knew my husband would be satiated tonight. My slutty daughter would take care of him. And tomorrow at college, she'd start earning me the money I'd lost on online poker.

So many men would be satiated by her tight, barely legal body. I couldn't wait to sell my slut-daughter's nubile pussy.

To be continued...