Daughter’s Slut Training 2: Daughter’s Wicked Education

Daughter’s Slut Training
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
Chapter Two: Daughter’s Wicked Education
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

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, glistening 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.

“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.