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  Daughter's Slut Training

  Collection 3

  (An Incestuous Harem Story)

  by

  Reed James

  Copyright © 2017 by Reed James

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  Naughty Excerpt from “Daughter's Slut Training Collection 3”

  “Let me help you out, Mom,” Faizel, my eldest at twenty, said. His voice a deep, rumbling bass, not still youthful like his little brother. He seized my hand, bringing my fingers to his mouth.

  I shuddered, my eyes staring at his naked body. So strong and muscular, his skin the same swarthy brown as his father. He could be Karim except he lacked my husband's beard, my son's cheeks still clean-shaven. I groaned as he sucked on my fingers, licking my juices off them. My eyes flicked down his muscular body, stopping at his half-hard dick. It was just in my daughter's asshole. What would that taste like?

  He should be cleaned. But Leyla looked out of it. I could rouse her, make her do her duty as a slut, but... A mother could help out her son, too.

  “Come with me,” I told my son, setting the camcorder down on the shelf as I walked to the stairs. I felt my son's eyes on me, lusting after me the same way the young men I taught math to did. Those same hungry, young eyes.

  “What are you up to, Mom?” he asked, voice thick and commanding.

  “Taking care of my son,” I said, throwing a look over my shoulder and smiling at him. The same sort of smile I used to beguile his father at eighteen. “Your cock is all dirty. Let your mother clean you up.”

  He gave me a big grin.

  My pussy burned as I climbed the stairs, that wet itch sending needful tingles rippling through my body, just begging to be naughty. My panties soaked up my juices leaking out of me. My clit throbbed against the sodden fabric.

  My breasts jiggled in my bra as we went up the stairs. I tried not to rush, but I was so aching to satiate my pussy. I gained the top of the stairs and headed for Faizel's room, throwing open his door and sauntering inside. He followed me in, his hand flicking the door closed behind us.

  It almost did close but didn't latch. I didn't care. I was already on my knees, staring at that big, thick cock thrusting from the dark curls of his bush, his heavy balls swaying beneath them. He had such stamina. His father was insatiable at this age. Once we were married, he would fuck me over and over, sometimes all night long.

  But we never did all the naughty things I'd done with my sons. Anal sex. Blowjobs. Double penetration.

  “Mmm, yes, let mommy take care of you,” I groaned, running my hands up and down his muscular thighs. “Let me clean off your whore-sister's ass from your cock.”

  He just smiled at me while his hands grabbed my hijab, pulling it off my head. My black hair spilled about my face. He ran his hands through the silky strands as I leaned in. I breathed in, smelling his salty precum mixing with the sour tang of my daughter's asshole.

  Such a depraved hunger shot through me. My tongue flicked out, swirling around the crown of his dick, tasting Leyla's bowels on my son's dick. He groaned, hand tightening in my hair. I caressed the tip, cleaning off my daughter's ass. My hands squeezed his muscular thighs, loving how hairy they were, how strong he was.

  “That's it, Mom,” he groaned. “Just suck all of Leyla's ass off of me. Mmm, you are a naughty mom.”

  “A good mom,” I groaned. “One who loves her sons so much.”

  He just grinned at me which turned into an open-mouth groan as my lips slid over his dick.

  I shuddered, sucking at his dick, the sour flavor of ass swelling in my mouth. It was such a dirty taste, something so naughty. Heat rippled out of my pussy, my body quivering as I slurped on my son's cock. My tongue danced about his shaft, working to clean off every bit.

  I'd seen Clint's women do this, sucking their ass off his dick. He'd fuck their mouths, make them swallow every inch of his shaft. Deep-throat him. My pussy clenched as I took more and more of my son's cock, staring up at him and taking such motherly pride in the pleasure crossing his strong face.

  “Damn, Mom,” he panted as his dick brushed the back of my throat. “You're not going to do that? Svetlana doesn't even do that.”

  To find out what happens next, read on!

  Daughter's Naughty Discovery

  Daughter's Slut Training 7

  (An Incestuous Harem Story)

  by

  Reed James

  Daughter's Naughty Discovery

  Mrs. Umayyah

  My nineteen-year-old daughter Leyla slumped to the floor, trembling from the force of her whorish orgasms. Her naked, dusky body was flushed, her round breasts rising and falling as she sucked in deep breaths. Her brothers' cum leaked out of her pussy and asshole. She took their dicks in both her holes at the same time, learning to please two men at once.

  I lowered the camcorder, the recording saved on the memory card. The video of my daughter fucking her brothers would be the perfect recruiting tool for new Johns to fuck her. Plus, I could sell copies to help refill the savings accounts I'd drained because of my online poker addiction. Then my husband never had to find out what I did.

  And he got the benefit of enjoying our daughter's nubile body.

  My own body buzzed from my orgasms. I pulled my fingers out of my pussy, letting my skirt fall down my legs to my ankles. I felt so hot in my conservative dress, once again buttoned to the neckline, my hijab covering my hair. I stared at my fingers, coated in my juices, a hunger to suck them clean flowing through me.

  Memory of eating my daughter's pussy today flooded through me. I licked her clean of President Carver's cum to keep him happy. He ran the college I taught at, so keeping him happy was important. My daughter's pussy had a delicious flavor. Now I wanted to taste myself. To suck on my fingers and revel in my own taste.

  “I got homework to do,” Jalal, my baby boy, said. He gathered his clothing and gave me a grin before rushing off.

  “Let me help you out, Mom,” Faizel, my eldest at twenty, said. His voice a deep, rumbling bass, not still youthful like his little brother. He seized my hand, bringing my fingers to his mouth.

  I shuddered, my eyes staring at his naked body. So strong and muscular, his skin the same swarthy brown as his father. He could be Karim except he lacked my husband's beard, my son's cheeks still clean-shaven. I groaned as he sucked on my fingers, licking my juices off the
m. My eyes flicked down his muscular body, stopping at his half-hard dick. It was just in my daughter's asshole. What would that taste like?

  He should be cleaned. But Leyla looked out of it. I could rouse her, make her do her duty as a slut, but... A mother could help out her son, too.

  “Come with me,” I told my son, setting the camcorder down on the shelf as I walked to the stairs. I felt my son's eyes on me, lusting after me the same way the young men I taught math to did. Those same hungry, young eyes.

  “What are you up to, Mom?” he asked, voice thick and commanding.

  “Taking care of my son,” I said, throwing a look over my shoulder and smiling at him. The same sort of smile I used to beguile his father at eighteen. “Your cock is all dirty. Let your mother clean you up.”

  He gave me a big grin.

  My pussy burned as I climbed the stairs, that wet itch sending needful tingles rippling through my body, just begging to be naughty. My panties soaked up my juices leaking out of me. My clit throbbed against the sodden fabric.

  My breasts jiggled in my bra as we went up the stairs. I tried not to rush, but I was so aching to satiate my pussy. I gained the top of the stairs and headed for Faizel's room, throwing open his door and sauntering inside. He followed me in, his hand flicking the door closed behind us.

  It almost did close but didn't latch. I didn't care. I was already on my knees, staring at that big, thick cock thrusting from the dark curls of his bush, his heavy balls swaying beneath them. He had such stamina. His father was insatiable at this age. Once we were married, he would fuck me over and over, sometimes all night long.

  But we never did all the naughty things I'd done with my sons. Anal sex. Blowjobs. Double penetration.

  “Mmm, yes, let mommy take care of you,” I groaned, running my hands up and down his muscular thighs. “Let me clean off your whore-sister's ass from your cock.”

  He just smiled at me while his hands grabbed my hijab, pulling it off my head. My black hair spilled about my face. He ran his hands through the silky strands as I leaned in. I breathed in, smelling his salty precum mixing with the sour tang of my daughter's asshole.

  Such a depraved hunger shot through me. My tongue flicked out, swirling around the crown of his dick, tasting Leyla's bowels on my son's dick. He groaned, hand tightening in my hair. I caressed the tip, cleaning off my daughter's ass. My hands squeezed his muscular thighs, loving how hairy they were, how strong he was.

  “That's it, Mom,” he groaned. “Just suck all of Leyla's ass off of me. Mmm, you are a naughty mom.”

  “A good mom,” I groaned. “One who loves her sons so much.”

  He just grinned at me which turned into an open-mouth groan as my lips slid over his dick.

  I shuddered, sucking at his dick, the sour flavor of ass swelling in my mouth. It was such a dirty taste, something so naughty. Heat rippled out of my pussy, my body quivering as I slurped on my son's cock. My tongue danced about his shaft, working to clean off every bit.

  I'd seen Clint's women do this, sucking their ass off his dick. He'd fuck their mouths, make them swallow every inch of his shaft. Deep-throat him. My pussy clenched as I took more and more of my son's cock, staring up at him and taking such motherly pride in the pleasure crossing his strong face.

  “Damn, Mom,” he panted as his dick brushed the back of my throat. “You're not going to do that? Svetlana doesn't even do that.”

  Svetlana was his American girlfriend, a whore who put out. She wasn't good enough to marry my son, but she had holes for him to satiate his desires. Still, she should do this much for my son. Maybe I should talk to her.

  I kept pressing my mouth down his cock. I relaxed my gullet, fighting my gag reflex. I coughed once then shivered as his dick slid down my esophagus. I sucked in breaths through my mouth, my throat stretched so open. It felt so weird, so wrong.

  But the moans my son made caused me to shudder. So worth it.

  “You are the best mom,” he groaned as my lips pressed into his thick pubic hair, my tongue caressing his sour shaft. “Damn, yes.”

  I swallowed, massaging his dick with my throat. He groaned as I drew back my mouth, sucking so hard, polishing his dick. My tongue danced around his cock, searching for every bit of sour musk remaining. I wanted him so clean. I shuddered, my hands squeezing his thighs, my fingers wanting to attack my dripping pussy.

  My cunt smoldered. A fire ready to erupt in my nethers. I sucked harder, bobbing my mouth, fucking his cock down my throat over and over. It went easier and easier. His chest rose and fell above me, muscles rippling as he savored the pleasure of his mother's mouth.

  “I'm going to cum so hard, Mom,” he groaned. “Shit. Just keep sucking and deep-throating me. You are such a great cock-sucker, Mom. Just the best.”

  My pussy clenched.

  My tongue danced around the crown of his dick before I slid my mouth down his shaft again. He groaned as I swallowed his cock once more. He worked down my gullet, my moans massaging his dick. Pleasure spilled across his face.

  I sucked hard, sliding my mouth up his dick. The sour musk almost vanished, only the salty taste of his dick remained. And what a wonderful flavor that was. A heady wave washed through me. I felt so wicked. Such a naughty mother.

  “Mom!” he grunted, my only warning.

  Hot cum spurted into my mouth.

  My son's salty treat spilled into my mouth. I shuddered, the thick cream spilling around my mouth. I savored the flavor, another tremble racing through my body. I gulped down his jizz. It warmed down to my belly while my son groaned.

  Such pleasure spilled across Faizel's face. I gave him this rapture. My mouth. I excited him. He thought I was hot. Sexy. He grunted as he spilled the last blast of cum into my mouth. I swirled it around, loving the taste in my mouth, savoring it before I gulped it down.

  “Damn, Mom,” he groaned, breathing heavily. “Just damn.”

  I popped my mouth off his dick and rose. “Mmm, there, you're all clean.”

  “And what about you?” he asked, his hands seizing my hips. “I bet your pussy is on fire.”

  “I was just helping out my son,” I said, shuddering as his hands slid up my body to cup my large breasts through my blouse and bra. “That's all.”

  He squeezed, brushing my hard nipples. “Mmm, right.”

  He backed me to his bed, kneading my tits. I sank down on it. And he followed. Such a naughty boy. He knew he shouldn't do this with his mother. I wasn't a slut like Leyla. But he wanted me too badly to care. His fingers moved from my breasts to the buttons.

  He worked them down.

  “Mmm, do you like your mother's tits?” I asked when he'd opened my blouse, exposing my dusky breasts cupped in a cream colored bra.

  “Definitely,” he groaned, pushing the blouse off my shoulder. His hands moved behind my back as the top slipped down my arms. He found the clasp of my bra, unhooked it with skill. My breasts swayed as he pulled it off. “They're amazing.”

  His hands squeezed my naked tits, my brown nipples thrusting hard and fat. He pressed his face between them, nuzzling at the breasts he nursed at as a baby. I shuddered, his lips kissing and sucking at my inner slopes, face turning back and forth to love both my boobs.

  “Do your friends ever talk about me?” I asked, his fingers rubbing my nipples as he enjoyed my tits, tingles racing down to my molten pussy.

  “Oh, yes,” he grinned. “They think you're a MILF. A—”

  “Mother I'd Love to Fuck,” I purred. “I know the term. So they find me sexy?”

  “Oh, yes, Mom,” he panted. “You got these big tits. You can't hide them. Even in your conservative blouses. They all stare at them. And your ass. You have a great ass. You and Ms. Samuels are the two MILFs all the boys want to fuck. The hottest teachers at our college.”

  “Both MILFs with big tits, huh?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” he groaned, squeezing my soft breasts with those strong hands.

  I shuddered as he sucked on my r
ight nipple, his lips sealing about the nub. My body squirmed beneath him, the bed creaking. As he loved my tits, I remembered the way the boys in my class looked at me when I unbuttoned my blouse during my last lesson.

  Especially Pete. He had that virgin vibe. And his parents were rich...

  “Oh, Faizel, yes,” I moaned as my son nibbled on my nipple. “Mmm, such a good, strong boy. Yes, yes, you know how to treat your mother.”

  His mouth popped off my nub, leaving it wet and glistening. “Yes, I do. I know just what you need.”

  I groaned as he engulfed my left nipple. He sucked so hard, sending the pleasure straight down to my pussy. His hands stroked down my smooth belly to my skirt. He found the claps, loosening it. I lifted my ass, helping him push it down my thighs as he loved my breasts.

  Then his hands found my panties.

  His thumbs hooked the waistband. He peeled down the cream-colored satin. Cool air brushed my drenched bush. My pussy tingled. I squirmed, my snatch begging to be touched. My panties joined my skirt on the floor. His hands pushed my thighs apart.

  He popped his mouth off my nipple, his eyes locked between my legs. On the pussy that birthed him. I licked my lips as my son leaned down and pressed his face into my black bush. I shuddered as my son licked through my pussy.

  “So how does it feel having a mother all your friends want to fuck?” I asked as pleasure rushed through me.

  His tongue dragged through the folds of my married cunt, flicking my clit as he stared up at me. “Makes me glad I get to fuck you.”

  “You are such a bad son. That's your father's pussy you're licking.”