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  My pussy convulsed on his dick. I spasmed over and over on him. My flesh rippled about his amazing shaft plunging into me. I whimpered, my back arching. So much rapture flooded my body. It felt incredible. I loved it. My eyes rolled back into my head as wave after wave of ecstasy washed through my thoughts.

  He fucked me so hard. He plowed into me. His dick buried over and over into my massaging cunt. He experienced the rapture of my spasming embrace. He kept my orgasms burning through me, fucking me with that youthful passion I loved.

  “Yes, yes, yes, you're making Mommy cum so hard!” I moaned. “Oh, Faizel, yes! Such a good son!”

  “Such a naughty mom!” he growled. “I'm going to flood your snatch!”

  “Mmm, yes!” I whimpered, bucking back into him, the changing room door rattling so hard. “Do it! Flood your mother!”

  I almost wanted to go off birth control just so I could have his son.

  His dick slammed into my snatch. His dick spurted. Hot cum splashed into my pussy. I felt it against my cervix. I whimpered and groaned, my cunt convulsing, milking out his incestuous seed. He grunted and groaned, panting as I satiated him.

  I made him hard, and now I took care of it. Like every loving mother should. I sucked in breaths as he held me from behind. I winked at the salesgirl. She fanned her face. I knew she would be masturbating so hard tonight.

  * * *

  Leyla Umayyah

  Mom wasn't home yet. She must have had a lot of work at college to take care of. Maybe because of my whoring? Since I was using her classroom during her lunch hour to fuck my customers, maybe she didn't have time to do this work normally and had to play catch up today.

  Daddy would come home and there would be no dinner ready. Maybe I should do something about it?

  But I had Jalal's mouth buried in my pussy right now, his glasses rubbing on my inner thighs. I shuddered as he licked through my pussy folds. Ever since I promised to hook him up with my friend Kimmy, after she lost her virginity tomorrow night, he'd been so affectionate. He wanted to stay on my good side.

  And it turned out he was pretty good at eating pussy.

  “Oh, yes, little brother,” I moaned, grinding across his face. His tongue wiggled through my snatch. “You lick Kimmy's pussy like this, and she'll love you. You'll have a slutty girlfriend that will keep coming back to you.”

  He groaned and thrust his tongue deeper and deeper into my pussy. My eyes rolled back into my head. My nineteen-year-old body shuddered on the couch. I smeared my pussy on his hungry mouth, loved his tongue lapping through my folds. He devoured me with such eager hunger. He licked and nuzzled through my pussy. He had me shuddering and shaking in delight.

  He made me quake with passion.

  “Oh, yes, Jalal,” I whimpered. “Oh, you stud. Eat my pussy. Just devour it. Oh, yes, you're going to make me explode so hard on that wonderful mouth. Kimmy will love you.”

  I grabbed his black hair, my round breasts shaking as his nose bumped into my clit. He wiggled his tongue through my hot depths. He swirled it around my sensitive flesh, sending such incestuous delight through me. My little brother was amazing.

  The couch groaned and creaked as I humped against him. I whimpered, gripping his hair as he fluttered his tongue through me. Then he flicked it out of my tunnel and through my folds to brush my clit.

  “Yes!” I squeaked in delight as his tongue swirled around my clit. “Like that. Ooh, yes, never forget a girl's clit. Even a slut like me and Kimmy love this!”

  His tongue fluttered on it. He batted it so fast. His dark eyes stared at me from behind his glasses. His hands squeezed my ass beneath the couch cushion. My breasts heaved as I bucked, my body squirming against the couch's backrest, the upholstery rubbing on my flesh.

  The pleasure built and built in me. My orgasm swelled so fast. I would explode on my brother's cock. I whimpered and moaned. My eyes rolled back into my head as he feasted on me with such dedication.

  “You'll make Kimmy so happy!” I squealed as the front door opened.

  The heavy steps said it was Dad or Faizel, not Mom. I craned my neck and smiled as Daddy entered the living room, wearing his work clothes. He looked so strong and rugged in worn jeans and fade shirt, his beard thick and black, his eyes smoldering.

  “Daddy, welcome home!” I moaned as Jalal kept licking me.

  I shivered, realizing Daddy hadn't seen me with my brothers yet. He knew I fucked them. Knew I was a complete slut, but now he witnessed it. I could see his eyes widening as he fully beheld me as a slut. A nasty whore. He licked his lips, his hands rubbing on his jeans as his dick swelled hard.

  Just feeling his eyes on me made my pussy so hot. I groaned and shuddered as Jalal sucked on my clit. I stared at Daddy as the pleasure exploded through me. My pussy convulsed and spasmed. Juices gushed out of me as I writhed.

  “Yes, yes, yes, Jalal, you're so good at that. Ooh, that's amazing!”

  The rapture swept through my body. I thrashed and heaved. Daddy's eyes drank in the sight of me. He watched with such hunger, his dick tenting the front of his jeans. What a hot sight. I licked my lips, wanting to pleasure him, to give him the same delight Jalal was giving me.

  Then Jalal lifted his mouth, face dripping with pussy juices. He glanced at our father. “Er, hi, Dad.” His cheeks darkened. “You're, uh, home a little early. Do you want to...?”

  “Don't stop playing with your sister,” Daddy groaned. “She made you hard. Fuck the little slut. Use her.”

  “Yes!” I moaned, so glad Daddy understood what I was.

  Jalal rose, his body so slender and delicious. He was so cute and boyish. But his dick... He had a man's dick, practically as big as Daddy's, and definitely bigger than any of the teachers I'd fucked the last two days. He felt so delicious in me.

  Daddy groaned as Jalal rammed his dick into me. I shuddered, throwing my legs around my little brother's waist as I watched Daddy. His hands moved to his jeans, fumbling with his belt and his fly. Metal jangled. A zipper rasped. Then his jeans fell down those thick, strong thighs. They were so hairy. He was like a bear. A big, strong papa bear.

  My pussy clenched on Jalal's cock hammering into me as Daddy pulled out his dick. I licked my lips at the sight of his swarthy shaft. He stroked it, watching his son fuck me. I humped into Jalal, friction burning through my body at the pleasure of his prick plowing over and over into me.

  “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me just like this, Jalal!” I whimpered. “Use my naughty cunt to satiate your cock.”

  “Yes,” groaned Daddy, fisting his cock, watching me be a slut with those dark, strong eyes.

  It made me so hot.

  Jalal groaned and gasped as he plowed into my hot cunt. My brother's dick felt amazing in me. The friction of his hard plunges into my silky depths sent waves rippling through my body. I shuddered and heaved beneath him, my snatch clenching down on his dick as the pleasure built and built inside of me.

  So amazing. So wonderful. And Daddy watched. I loved having an audience. Especially him. I clawed my brother's back as my passion built faster and faster. Another orgasm already swelling through me, such wonderful pleasure.

  “He's fucking me so hard, Daddy!” I whimpered, staring at his hand flying up and down his dick. “Just plowing into your slutty daughter's pussy!”

  “Is she wet, son?” he groaned.

  “So wet, Dad. She's hot, too. And silky tight! Oh, yes, she's going to make me cum.”

  “She's drenched your cock with her cream?”

  “Yeah, Dad. Just drenched it!”

  “Good!” Daddy stroked his dick faster and faster. “Then fuck your slutty sister's asshole. Ram your dick into her bowels.”

  Daddy understood me.

  Such joy shuddered through me as Jalal ripped his dick out of my cunt, moved it down past my taint, and found my asshole. Lubed with my pussy juices, my little brother rammed his dick into my bowels. I shuddered at the velvety heat surging through me. My thighs tightened about Jalal's waist
as a throaty moan burst from my lips.

  Such delicious rapture rippled through me. The velvety friction of my little brother's cock plowing into my asshole filled my body. I whimpered and groaned, bucking on the couch, pressing my shaved pussy into his bush on his pubic mound. I ground against those ticklish hairs, such delight surging through me.

  “Daddy, he's reaming my asshole so hard!” I moaned, eyes locked on the tip of his dick. “He's just plowing me like the slut I am!”

  “I can see that, little flower,” Daddy groaned. He moved closer, fisting that thick dick, watching his children fuck with wild abandon. “How does her ass feel, son?”

  “Amazing, Dad!” Jalal grunted, thrusting so hard and fast into my asshole, sodomizing my bowels with his amazing cock, bringing me closer and closer to erupting.

  “Are you going to flood the slut's asshole?” Daddy groaned, moving even closer. He was right next to the couch now, standing over us, watching our incestuous passion.

  “I will, Dad!”

  “He will!” I moaned then craned my head.

  Daddy rammed his dick into my mouth. I sucked on the tip of it as Jalal thrust forward. His cock buried to the hilt in my bowels. Then his hot cum spurted. My brother groaned as he filled my whorish asshole with his spunk.

  Daddy groaned a moment later. I sucked hard on his dick as it erupted. His wonderful, salty jizz filled my mouth. Such a treat. I shuddered, gulping it down, my bowels clenching down on my brother's hard cock.

  I took incestuous cum from two men I loved. My little brother and my amazing Daddy.

  I came.

  Pleasure howled through my body. I moaned as I nursed on Daddy's cock, drawing out every drop of his salty treat. My bowels milked Jalal's cock as I bucked and groaned. Juices flooded out of my pussy, matting down his bush as I groaned against him. My eyes fluttered. Such ecstasy bathed my mind.

  Daddy saw me being a slut and loved it. I made him so happy. He accepted who I was. I could cry for joy. I was helping the family out, too. I bet I could tell him about prostituting my body. Mom was wrong. He would understand. It wouldn't make him ashamed.

  Right?

  Mom did know Daddy well. I should talk to her first. Just to make sure. But I wanted to tell him how I was helping out with the family. How I was doing my part when I wasn't using my body to make him happy.

  Maybe he could watch me with a customer?

  The front door opened. “Sorry I'm late,” Mom said. “I was held up at college grading tests. So we're having Chinese food for dinner and... Oh, this is a naughty surprise. I see our daughter's being a slut again.”

  “Yes, she was playing with her brother,” Daddy said, pulling his cock out of my mouth.

  Mom bustled up to him, giving him a loving kiss like a dutiful wife, her hair wrapped up in her hijab, her blouse buttoned up so modestly. She was a slut, like me, but she kept it in the family. Only fucking my brothers. But that was fine since Daddy tended to monopolize me. My brothers needed someone at night to take care of their lusts I inspired.

  “Yum!” Jalal said, ripping his cock out of my asshole.

  “You get cleaned up, little slut,” Mom smiled at me, “and then join us.”

  “Yes, Mother.” Jalal's cum leaked out of my asshole as I stood up.

  Mom headed to the dining room with the plastic bags full of yummy smelling Chinese food. Jalal darted off to get dressed while I grinned at Daddy, his salty cum lingering in my mouth. He arched an eyebrow at me.

  “You're not listening to your mother, little flower.”

  “I just wanted you to know that some of my friends are becoming sluts. Kimmy”—Dad's eyes lit up at her name—“Kendra, and Izzy. I'll bring them over, and we'll have a lot of fun, Daddy. Isn't that hot?”

  “Yeah,” he said. “But what would your mother think?”

  “She won't care,” I said. Not since she was whoring the four of us out. “And I think Kimmy will be spending a whole lot of time here. Jalal has such a crush on her.”

  Daddy's face darkened. “With an American slut?”

  “Maybe he likes watching,” I said, patting his crotch. “You sure did, Daddy.”

  He let out a loud growl. “You are such a wicked daughter, little flower.”

  I fluttered my eyes at him. “But you still love me, right?”

  He grabbed my ass, pulling me tight against him. “I still love you, little flower. And your body. Bring your friends over. They've been teasing me for years with those bodies.”

  I grinned at him. I loved being Daddy's slutty daughter.

  * * *

  Mrs. Umayyah

  “I can't wait for our date tonight, Mrs. Umayyah,” Carter said the next day. I had on the hot pink thong and matching bra. I bought ten outfits yesterday, using almost all the money Leyla had made. Good thing two of her friends were joining the fun.

  “Me, either,” I purred. “I'm so wet right now.” The other students had emptied out of my classroom and there was a gap, a minute window before the next round of students would file in. Time to have a little bit of naughty fun. “Why don't you check.”

  Carter gave me such a hungry smile. He had the same youthful strength as Faizel, matured into a man but still with that boyish enthusiasm for everything. I shuddered as he yanked up my modest skirt and revealed my hot pink thong.

  I hadn't bothered shaving my pussy. It just felt so naughty with my pubic hair peeking out around the material. Made me feel like such a wanton wife for dressing like this beneath my clothing. On the outside, a modest, Muslim woman. But beneath... Beneath a woman craving to teach young men all about how to pleasure a MILF.

  To my shock, he knelt down before me and yanked my thong down my dusky thighs. I gasped, my eyes widening as he drew them past my knees. I stepped out for him automatically. His blue eyes smoldered as he stared up at me. He held my panties to his face, letting my skirt drop, and inhaled my musk.

  “Yes, you are wet, Mrs. Umayyah,” he grinned, standing. “I'll hold onto these until tonight. 5 PM, right? At the Marriott?”

  I nodded my head. “I'll be there with more naughty underwear for you to take off of me.”

  He grinned at that, slipping my thong into his pocket just as my daughter and her giggling friends burst in. They were in my next class. Carter said, “Thanks for explaining how exponentials work, Mrs. Umayyah.”

  “You're welcome,” I said, breathy.

  He walked past his younger sister Kimmy, ruffling her blonde hair. “Later, sport.”

  “Bye, Carter,” Kimmy said, her cheeks blushing. The four girls whispered something and they all started giggling wildly.

  “Thinking about fucking your brother, Kimmy?” I asked, approaching the three.

  The girl's braces flashed as she smiled, “Maybe. After all, Leyla loves her brothers being in her.”

  “She can't stop talking about Jalal eating her pussy out last night,” Kendra said, the Black girl's eyes blazing with desire.

  Kimmy nodded her head, her cheeks even redder.

  “Well, I'm glad you are excited. Kendra, Izzy, if you still want to be whores, I have dates for you two lined up as well. Money already collected.” I didn't trust those two to give me my full share of $160, plus some of the teachers weren't paying cash anyways. “I'll give you your cut once they're satiated.”

  “Oh, we're in,” Kendra said. “Izzy and I spent all last night eating each other's pussies just thinking about it.”

  My own snatch clenched. Maybe I had to try them out. “Okay, take your seats.”

  Other students filed in, gabbing, oblivious to what was going on. Or where they? The girls were giggling more, giving me scandalized looks while the boys had such hungry looks in their eyes. I shivered, more young men who could pay for my private tutelage.

  Teaching the lesson passed in a hazy, lust-filled blur. With no panties on beneath my skirt, my juices soaked my bush then dribbled down my thighs all through the lesson. I felt so naughty. I shivered, my nipples throbbing in
my bra as my breasts jiggled. I wanted to masturbate right then and there. I wanted to have my male students pool their money and just fuck me one after the other, gangbanging me the way my daughter and her friends would be gangbanged tomorrow by Faizel's friends.

  I was a boiling mass of horny lust when I dismissed my class. I shuddered as they all left but my daughter, Kendra, and Izzy. Those three girls started stripping the moment the other students had left, baring their young bodies. Izzy's tits were nearly as big as mine but such a pale shade of ivory and dusted with freckles. Kendra had round and firm tits, her nipples actually lighter than her ebony skin.

  “Okay, girls, satiate the customers,” I said. “They'll be here any minute. They each paid for one of you in particular. Do anything they want.”

  “We will,” Kendra purred, rubbing fingers through a bush as frizzy as her hair styled in a short afro.

  Izzy grinned and said, “We'll rock their worlds, Mrs. Umayyah.”

  “We'll be the best prostitutes in the world for you, Mother,” Leyla said, her shaved pussy on display as she perched on my desk, legs spread wide.

  I shuddered, my eyes flicking to the webcams. I had an app on my phone that let me monitor them. It was for security systems, but it let me watch while everything was being recorded. Jalal was such a good boy for helping me with this.

  I would watch it all from the bathroom, masturbating in a stall. I slipped out of the classroom just as the two teachers and the janitor arrived. They all gave me sheepish grins before they headed inside. I heard the girls coo their welcome before the door shut, cutting off the sound.

  I made a brisk beeline for the ladies' room just down the hallway. More pussy juices spilled down my thighs.

  And then Clint Elliston stepped in front of me.

  I faced the tall, dark-haired youth who'd started me down this road of slut-training my daughter. He had such a hungry look in his eyes. He possessed the same manly strength as my son, Faizel. They were both seniors, both so hunky. A cocky grin spread on Clint's face.

  “Mrs. Umayyah, I have heard such interesting things about your daughter getting gangbanged tomorrow.”