Daughter’s Slut Training 5: Daughter Whored Out

Daughter’s Slut Training
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
Chapter Five: Daughter Whored Out
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Mrs. Umayyah

I slipped out of my eldest son’s room, feeling so naughty as his and his younger brother’s cum dripped out of my pussy and asshole. I scooped up my bathrobe I left outside his door, pulling it on to hide my naked shame. I was such a wicked mother.

But my sons needed to relieve themselves. How could they sleep when their whore-sister Leyla made them both so hard? They had to cum over and over into my body, using me at the same time last night before they could get the rest they needed.

It didn’t make me a slut like my daughter. I was just a loving mother. My husband probably wouldn’t understand why I did it. But he was busy with Leyla last night, satiating his pent-up lusts for her nineteen-year-old body. Those round tits, that tight pussy, her curving ass. The whore had teased him as she developed. And now he earned his reward.

I reached the master bedroom, slipped in. it reeked of sex. I smiled, my husband and daughter sleeping in a tangle of sheets, her dusky body held in her father’s strong arms. She had a smile on her lips as she slept, happy in the arms of my husband.

I knew that contentment. I felt it sleeping in Faizel’s strong arms. My eldest son quickly was turning into his father.

“Good morning,” I purred, crawling onto the bed. I leaned over, kissing my husband on the lips, his thick beard scratching wonderful at my chin and cheeks. Faizel lacked this manly beard. “Did you enjoy our little slut?”

“Hmm,” groaned my husband. Karim opened his eyes, blinking. “Jawdat?”

“Did you have fun with the little slut?” I inhaled. “It smells like it.”

“She pleased me,” he said, his hand cupping a round, youthful breast. His skin a darker shade of brown than our daughter’s dusky flesh. His thumb ran across a nipple, making her whimper.

Leyla’s dark eyes opened, her lashes long and sultry. “Good morning, Mother.”

“It looks like you made your father happy.”

“Very,” cooed the little strumpet, her body undulating beneath the sheets in wanton passion.

My pussy grew hotter, clenching. More of my sons’ cum ran out of my depths, hidden by the bathrobe.

“We need to get you ready for college,” I told her. “I must take the little whore away, my husband.”

Karim nodded as I took Leyla’s hand and drew her from the bed. My husband released her barely legal tit, lying back on the bed, closing his eyes. He never passed a chance to sleep a little longer. He worked such a demanding job. And I knew the little whore and her appetites kept him up.

I licked my lips a the sight of my daughter’s naked body. Her skin flawless, her body lithe. Cum matted her thighs. Fresh jizz oozed out of her pussy, running down her legs. Her tousled, black hair only added to her wanton look, the silk falling about a face in a way that proved she’d been naughty.

Oh, yes, my fellow teachers would love to pay to fuck her. They were all lusting after the nubile coeds they taught. And to finally get to fuck one… I knew exactly who to start with: President Carver. He ran the college, so if I had him hooked on barely legal cunt, then I could really whore out my daughter.

I had to replace all the money I’d lost on online gambling before my husband realized how empty our savings accounts were. Thank Allah’s messenger that he entrusted the household finances to me.

“You’re going to be such a wicked girl at college,” I told Leyla as I led her down the hallway to the bathroom. “I already know the first person I’m selling you to.”

“Selling me?” she asked, her voice cautious.

“You’re my slut, right?” I asked her, turning and arching an eyebrow. I cupped her naked breast, squeezing her firm mound. “You’re my little whore-daughter.”

“I am, Mother,” she said, trembling as my thumb swept over her turgid nipple. I massaged the little nub, loving how she whimpered.

“And a good slut listens to her mother and obeys her, right?”

She nodded her head, eyes growing glossy with lust, hips moving in such a wanton fashion like she fucked the air. I knew she wanted me to do naughty things to her, the little trollop. Like she thought I was a slut, too.

My nipples were so hard against my robe, rubbing on the terrycloth in a most pleasant manner.

“You are going to make your family so much money,” I told her, drawing her to the bathroom by her nipple this time.

She gasped as her breast stretched, her nub growing distended. She followed after, almost salivating like a dog. She loved it. I twisted her nipple, making her whimper louder, before opening the bathroom door with my other hand. I backpedaled in, drawing her after, loving the control I had over my daughter.

“I bet you’re just soaking wet wondering who your mother will sell your body to.”

She nodded her head, licking lips. They glistened. So plump and kissable.

“Good,” I told her, releasing her nipple. I turned on the shower. It hissed, my body trembling. I shrugged out of my bathrobe.

Leyla’s eyes fell on my pussy, my dark bush matted with her brothers’ jizz. Her eyes widened.

“I was forced to take care of your brothers last night. Your whorish moans made them hard.”

“Oh, no,” gasped Leyla. “But I can’t satiate more than one at a time.”

“You can.” I smiled, remembering Faizel’s cock fucking my asshole while Jalal pounded my pussy, my body sandwiched between my two sons. “That’s a lesson for later. Now I need you to lick me clean. Your father wouldn’t understand my motherly duties.”

Leyla nodded, those glossy eyes fixed on my snatch. Just so eager to devour me.

“Then do it!” I snapped, needing to feel her tongue licking me clean. I was so messy.

My daughter fell to her knees before me. The shower hissed behind, steam billowing out and around us. It caressed my naked skin as she grasped my thighs. Her glistening, plump lips moved between my legs, her breath washing across my sloppy cunt.

Then she licked through my folds, gathering her brothers’ mixed jizz on her tongue. I shuddered, my asshole clenching, forcing out more spunk from that hole. It dribbled down my taint to my pussy, lapped up by Leyla’s fluttering tongue.

The slut stared up at my big tits with such desire as she hungrily devoured the jizz out of me. She ate the incestuous creampie (a term I learned from watching Clint fuck his women) with such delight. She moaned and groaned, savoring her brothers’ jizz mixed with my tangy cream.

“That’s it, you little whore,” I moaned, grinding my hot flesh on her mouth. “Lick your mother clean. You’re my little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mother,” she purred between licks, her hands sliding around my hips, grasping my ass. She squeezed my rump, pulling my pussy tight against her hungry mouth.

I shuddered as her tongue fluttered through my folds. She caressed through my labia, gathering every drop of cum and pussy juices she could. The little whore hungered for her mother’s snatch. I whimpered, my big tits jiggling as I swayed.

Her tongue sent such wonderful delight through me. I savored it. Her fluttering tongue, her soft lips, her fingers clenching my rump, her moans buzzing through my cunt. Her tongue brushed my clit, sending sparks shooting through me. Then she jammed it deep into my hole, swirling, searching, looking for every drop of her brothers’ spunk she could.

“That’s it, you little slut,” I whimpered. “Lick it all up. Make your mother clean.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she panted between hungry licks, her eyes completely glazed with incestuous desire.

She jammed her tongue so deep into my cunt. She swirled it around. My back arched. My toes curled against the cool tiles. I whimpered, my breasts heaving. The steam caressed my body as my daughter made love to my hot pussy.

My asshole leaked out more cum. I licked my lips, knowing she needed to clean that hole, too. Just thinking about her mouth rimming my asshole sent shivers through me. My eyes rolled back into my head. I turned around, pressing my ass into her face.

“Clean your mother’s butthole, too, slut!” I hissed.

“Yes, Mother!” she moaned, so submissive, so eager to love me.

Her fingers pulled apart my butt-cheeks. Her face pressed into my crack. And then her tongue lapped up the jizz leaking out of my asshole, seasoned by my sour musk. She was such a naughty slut, so willing to do something so filthy.

Her tongue reached my asshole, swirling around it, soothing the lingering soreness from my sons’ pounding cocks. Then her tongue pressed on my sphincter. I whimpered, my big tits jiggling before me, my pussy dripping juices down my thighs.

Her tongue wiggled into my asshole.

“You nasty slut!” I snarled. “Oh, yes, you fucking whore, lick your mother’s asshole. Make her all nice and clean.”

She moaned, “Uh-huh,” as she probed my asshole, sending such velvety delight rippling through my body.

Her hands swept around my thighs, sliding up them. I trembled, my butthole clenching on her probing tongue. And then her fingers found my dripping snatch. I groaned as her fingers stroked through my hot pussy, caressing my labia and clit, sending pleasure to mix with the delight burning in my asshole.

She swirled her tongue through my bowels, reaching as deep as she could searching for more incestuous cum. She drew out her brothers’ spunk, moaning her delight. I seized the shower door, bracing myself on it as she sent rapture trembling through me.

Two of her fingers penetrated my cunt.

“Oh, yes, you little whore!” I snarled. “That’s it. Just probe that tongue into my asshole and finger my cunt. You are such a slut. So willing to lick your mother.