Daughter’s Slut Training 6: Daughter Takes on Her Brothers

Daughter’s Slut Training
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
Chapter Six: Daughter Takes on Her Brothers
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Mrs. Umayyah

My eyes flicked from my daughter lying on her back, her first customer’s cum leaking out of her well-fucked and bald snatch, to President Carver pulling out his wallet from his discarded slacks, his dick soaked in my daughter’s juices. A hot tremble raced through me. I pulled my fingers out of my own snatch, my orgasm buzzing through me. Masturbating to my own live sex show was an added bonus of whoring out my daughter to pay my online gambling debts.

No longer did I need to watch that stud Clint fucking his aunt, sisters, and other sluts through the peephole I drilled into the classroom next door.

“Mom?” Leyla asked, her round breasts rising and falling, dusky and gleaming with a sheen of sweat from her exertion. Her raven-black hair clung to her flushed face, her dark eyes still dazed and glossy from her orgasms.

“Hush,” I purred. “Just making the customer happy. And you are such a mess now. We can’t have you leaking cum out of that whorish cunt all across the college campus, can we?”

“No, Mother,” she said, such a good, submissive daughter. Even if she was a complete whore. She’d never be pure like me.

“Here,” President Carver groaned, pulling out another five twenties from his wallet and shoving them at me. I slipped the bills into my skirt pocket, joining the hundred he’d already paid to fuck my daughter hard. “God, lick her clean. I want to watch that little slut writhe on your face. Your own daughter…”

“I know, she’s such a slut,” I said with the patience all mother’s had discussing the foibles of their children.

My snatch burned as I sauntered to my nineteen-year-old daughter. I grabbed her silky thighs, freshly shaved along with her pussy in the shower this morning. That was after she licked her brothers’ jizz out of my snatch, cleansing me after I was forced to take care of them while she was busy with her father all night.

A mother couldn’t let her sons suffer hardons.

“Mother,” she whimpered again as I leaned closer and closer to her pussy. I’d never eaten cunt before, I was a good and pure Muslim woman, but my daughter had devoured mine several times. I knew what to do to make the little strumpet howl and earn President Carver’s money.

Keeping him happy was important. He ran the college I taught at. With him addicted to Leyla’s cunt, he’d look the other way as I whored her out to other teachers and staff. To all those men who lusted after the barely legal coeds strutting through the halls, all those whorish, American sluts showing off far too much flesh, driving all the men wild.

Women should be modest. Men couldn’t help themselves. Just slaves to their cocks. That was why us women had to be pure. And when we couldn’t, the men had every right to use us.

I licked my lips and inhaled, breathing in the salty scent of cum mixing with my daughter’s tangy musk. My mouth salivated. My pussy ached. I wiggled my hips, nuzzling my lips into my daughter’s shaved snatch. Her wet heat smeared across my face.

My tongue dragged through her folds for the first time.

Leyla’s doe-soft, brown eyes widened as my tongue lapped through her snatch, gathering tangy cream and salty jizz. Her entire body trembled. Her breast jiggled. Her stomach tensed. Then she let out an explosive groan when my tongue brushed her clit.

“Mother!”

“Yes,” President Carver groaned. Out of the corner of my eye, he rubbed his soft, wet dick. So thick, wider than my husband and sons but not as long.

My pussy clenched as I licked through my daughter’s cunt again. My tongue gathered her cream and his spunk. The two flavors mixed on my tongue, coming alive. I groaned, pressing my lips tighter against my daughter, my <em>hijab</em> brushing her thighs. My nose rubbed on her clit, my every inhalation full of her wicked scent.

Such an intoxicating thrill ran through me as I cleansed my daughter, helping her perform for her client. She squeezed her thighs about my head, grinding her hot snatch against me like a wanton slut, so eager for her orgasm.

My cunt itched to be touched, to be stroked. I ignored it, concentrating on the performance.

My tongue probed into Leyla’s silky cunt, finding more of the president’s cum to devour. My tongue teased my daughter. I rubbed my nose on her clit. She whimpered. She groaned. She squeezed her breasts, dusky fingers digging into perky mounds.

“That’s it,” groaned the president, his dick swelling in his hands, inspired by the whorish passion of my daughter. “Eat your slut’s creampie. Lick up all that cum from your child’s cunt. Such a bad mother.”

“She is,” whimpered Leyla. “Oh, Mother, yes. That’s so good. Lick deeper. There’s more of his cum in my cunt.”

My tongue thrust as deep as I could reach into her snatch. My tongue swirled, gathering their mixed fluids. I groaned, loving the taste. My tongue thrust in over and over, searching for more. I wiggled my hips. My pussy smoldering in my panties. I clenched my fingers on my daughter’s thighs, fighting the urge to masturbate.

I had to keep up the performance. I had to clean my daughter’s snatch.

The flavors melted on my tongue. The president’s salty cum. My daughter’s tangy pussy. What a treat. I curled my tongue, scooping it out of her twat. I shivered, shuddered. Whimpers escaped my lips as I feasted on my daughter’s cunt.

“Oh, yes, Mother!” she bucked. “I’m going to cum on your face!”

“Yes, yes, cum on your mother’s face!” groaned President Carver. “You little whore. Just explode.”

“I will, sir,” my daughter gasped. Her fingers found her nipples, twisting, pinching, abusing the little nubs as her passion swelled. “Mother, please, my clit! I need you to play with my clit.”

My tongue flicked up through her folds, brushing her little bud. She trembled, gasped. Her thighs tightened against my <em>hijab</em>, pinning the cloth tight against my modestly covered hair. I sucked on her bud, her entire body trembling.

And then she moaned out in pure rapture.

Tangy cream flooded out of her pussy. It poured into mine. I drank my daughter’s pussy cream. The president groaned, moving behind me, his cock fully hard again. I ignored him, focusing on my daughter’s snatch. On her delicious juices. And on the cum washing out of the depths of her twat. I gathered it on my tongue, loved it.

Then froze as she screamed, “Mother!”

The president hiked up my skirt. A wanton shudder rushed through me as he flipped it over my ass, his hands squeezing my rump through my panties. His finger dragged down my rear to the gusset of my underwear, pushing the crotch into my pussy lips, feeling how wet I was.

“What are you doing?” I groaned, lifting my face from my daughter’s pussy. “I’m married. My pussy is off limits to you.”

“Is it?” he asked, his fingers hooking the waistband of my panties. He pulled them down, exposing my cunt to the air. I quivered then groaned, his cock sliding through my bush to rub on my pussy lips directly. “Or is your pussy for sell like your daughter’s cunt?”

The tip of his dick nudged at my pussy. Only my husband should touch me there. I was a good woman. Not a whorish slut. But President Carver’s dick felt sooooo good. My pussy was on fire. And his cock was so thick. What would it feel like in me?

My hands squeezed my daughter’s thighs as she thrashed in orgasmic bliss.

“How much for your cunt, Mrs. Umayyah?” the president asked.

“I’m not…for sale!” I panted. Then, with the greatest effort of will, I stood up and yanked down my skirt. I spun around, facing him, my breasts heaving in my blouse. My pussy burning, itching, demanding to be pleasured. “If you need to get off again, fuck my daughter. You paid for her holes!”

A look burned in President Carver’s eyes, lust. He stared at me as a woman he wanted to feast on, a slut he wanted to devour. To use. A tremble ran through my body. I stepped back, my hands clenched so tight. A force pulled at me, like gravity, drawing me towards his cock.

“I did pay for her holes,” he said and flicked his eyes to my daughter. “This time.”

I shuddered, taking a deep breath. He may think he could buy me, but I wasn’t a slut. I wasn’t. I backed up to one of my student’s desks, perching on it, my panties still bunched around my thighs. My hand traveled up beneath my skirt.

Found my pussy.

I groaned as he seized my daughter and flipped her onto her belly. I rubbed my hot flesh, giving my cunt the satisfaction it craved. I thrust four fingers into my greedy hole. Pleasure shivered through me as my daughter grunted out in pleasure.

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Leyla Umayyah

Confusion wreathed me as I came down from my orgasmic high. My mother did something slutty for money. She licked my pussy clean of my client’s cum. Just like I did for her this morning, cleaning my brothers’ spunk out of her when she was forced to satiate the desires I caused in them.

I couldn’t believe it.

I was so dazed by it, I wasn’t paying attention until President Carver seized my hips and flipped me onto my belly on my mother’s desk. I gasped, my tits pressing into the cool surface, my nipples throbbing. My feet found the floor. I was bent over the desk now, my rump quivering. His hands seized my butt-cheeks.

And rammed his dick into my bowels.

My pussy juices staining his dick gave him some lube, but it still sent a burning shock through me. I gasped in a mix of pain and rapture. His dick seared into my velvety asshole, And that felt exciting. It felt so naughty.

Only a slut would enjoy this.

So I did.

“Yes, President Carver, fuck my daughter’s slutty asshole,” Mother moaned, fingering her pussy again, her lips smeared with my cunt juices and some of my client’s spunk.