Chapter 2: Daughter’s Wicked Education

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 school. 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, fourteen-year-old body shuddering as I rose off his dick and turned. My sixteen-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?”

Mrs. Umayyah

“You were ... adequate,” I said to Leyla, my pussy on fire from watching her whore behavior. It itched and seethed in my panties, soaking my cloth. I ached to be filled. My eyes flicked to Jalal’s dick, almost as big as his father’s. “But you need to learn how to move your hips. How to fuck up and down a dick as you ride it. I will show you.”

“Show ... me?” Leyla frowned as I pulled off my hijab, my black hair spilling out down my back and shoulders.

“Yes, show you,” I said, my pussy clenching. “I will fuck your brother so you can watch. I’m only doing this for your training, not because I’m a slut like you. I have your father. He keeps my pussy more than satisfied.”

“Of course, Mother,” she said, biting her lips as she stared at me unbuttoning my dress.

Both my children stared at me, such hunger in their eyes. They salivated over the prospect of seeing my breasts. Jalal had always ogled me, like any proper growing boy should. But Leyla’s hunger only proved how much of slut she was. She yearned for congress with women as well as men.

I could feel it in the way she accepted my kiss.

I licked my lips, still tasting the faint traces of my son and daughter mixed together, that delicious, naughty combination of cunt and cum. My pussy clenched again as I slid my dress of my shoulders, baring my large breasts constrained in my bra.

“You have such big tits, Mom,” groaned Jalal.

“Hush,” I told him. “I am doing this for your sister’s benefit, not yours.” But my back straightened, thrusting my tits towards him. I loved his eyes on me, appreciating my womanly curves. My dress fell about my waist. I reached behind me, unhooking my bra.

Leyla licked her lips as my tits spilled out. My little whore-daughter stared at my pillowy mounds with the same hunger her father had on our wedding night. The night I lost my virginity like proper woman. My nipples were fat and hard, darker brown than hers, my areolas twice as large.

She leaned over and licked at one before jerking back. “Sorry, Mother. I didn’t mean to...”

“No, no, that’s wonderful,” I groaned, my nipple throbbing from the brief, incestuous contact with her mouth. I’d seen Lee and Melody sucking on their mother Vicky as I spied on my coworker’s classroom. Watching Clint and his incestuous harem writhe, his sisters all such sluts for him. And his Aunt Vicky. “You’re following your instincts as a slut.”

“Damn,” Jalal groaned as Leyla leaned in and sucked at my nipple again.

My son stroked his cock, precum beading at the tip as he watched his sister suck and nibble on my nub. I shuddered, pleasure racing straight to my pussy. My whore-daughter swirled her tongue around it, using the lessons I taught her on cock-sucking to pleasure my fat nub.

I undulated my hips, working my skirt down off my ass. I rose, pushing it down my thighs then shifted to work it off my kneeling legs. Then I hooked the waistband of my panties, pushing them down, exposing my soaked, black bush to my son’s hungry gaze.

“As you can see, my son,” I groaned, loving my baby boy staring at my pussy, “I am not shaved like a whore. A proper woman lets her bush grow wild. And her husband takes delight in this. But sluts like your sister have to tempt men into adultery by shaving their snatches.”

“They do look great shaved,” he groaned. “But I understand why a proper woman wouldn’t shave her cunt. It’s like shaving her head.”

“Exactly,” I moaned, sliding forward. My daughter’s mouth popped off my nipple. “Now I know you’ll enjoy this, Jalal, but remember this is only to train your sister. I’m not a slut for you to paw when you like.”

“Of course, Mom,” he groaned, grabbing my tits with greedy hands. “But right now ... I need to treat you like one. For Leyla.”

“Yes,” I whimpered, loving his fingers finding the nipples he suckled from as a babe. Oh, how I loved suckling my baby boy.

I straddled him, pleasure shooting down to my pussy. I grasped his cock, guiding it to my married pussy. I’d never had a dick in me but my husband’s before. I rubbed the tip of my son’s shaft against my pussy, sliding it up and down my slit. It nudged my clit, sending delight sparking through me.

“See how I tease his cock,” I purred to Leyla, my daughter’s face peering at the incestuous meeting of my snatch and my son’s dick.

“Yes, Mother,” she moaned, sliding two fingers into her whore-pussy, pumping them in and out with a slow rhythm.

“It gets you wetter and builds his anticipation of your pussy’s embrace,” I moaned. “Isn’t that nice, Jalal?”

“Yes, Mom,” he panted, face twisting as he felt my snatch. “Makes me so desperate to be in you.”

“Of course it does,” I purred. “This is how a slut drives a man wild.”

My daughter nodded, her eyes glossy but keen. She masturbated faster, her fingers making wet sounds as they plunged into her dripping depths. Yes, she would help me replace the money I lost in online gambling. My husband Karim would never have to know I lost our savings and our children’s college funds to my addiction.

Men would pay so much for Leyla.

I slid my son’s cock up and down my pussy one last time, my clit savoring the delight. Then I pressed his dick right to the entrance of my married cunt. A hot shiver ran through me to impale myself down his cock, to feel my baby boy back inside me once again.

“Now that he’s all horny, what do I do, Leyla?” I asked, whimpering, fighting my body’s instinct to take my son’s cock to the hilt. But I wasn’t a slut. I could control myself and teach my daughter.

“You fuck him!” Leyla moaned, my slutty daughter’s round breasts jiggling as she frigged her snatch faster and faster.

“That’s right,” I groaned and impaled my cunt down my son’s dick.

Jalal moaned. My baby boy let out such a groan of sure delight as he felt his mother’s pussy wrapped about his shaft. His hands squeezed my breasts, almost as big as his father’s hands, but so smooth, lacking all those familiar callouses Karim earned from working construction. I ran my hands up my baby boy’s smooth, lean chest. So slim, not brawny like his father.

Just so cute.

I moved my hips, swirling his dick around inside of me while my slutty daughter watched. Leyla whimpered while I let out a throaty groan of delight. Jalal’s cock felt so amazing in me, filling me up, making me shiver.

“Now you want to move your hips more, Leyla,” I groaned, sliding my pussy up Jalal’s cock. The friction sent pleasure shooting through me. “You want them swiveling and undulating. You want to always be moving them. Up and down isn’t enough when you’re riding a man’s cock. You have to make it better for him.”

“Yes, Mother,” she whimpered, plunging a third finger into her pussy.

“It feels so good,” Jalal groaned. “Oh, Mom, yes! Move that pussy on my cock.”

“See,” I moaned, undulating my hips, dancing as I fucked my married cunt up and down my son’s dick. “Listen to him. He loves it.”

“Uh-huh, Mother.”

I shuddered, pumping my hips up and down my son’s cock, loving his girth in me. Such wicked shivers filled me. The friction burned in my snatch’s depths, my pussy drinking in the incestuous glide of my baby boy’s cock against my inner flesh.

He reached deep into me when I bottomed out, my tits jiggling in his kneading hands. Such pleasure shone in his eyes as he stared up at me. He groaned and gasped, making all these manly sounds, growing up right before my eyes.

It made my pussy hotter. My hips pumped faster. I wanted to make my baby boy cum. To show Leyla how to be a slut. My tits heaved more. My hips danced and undulated. Such rapture shot through my body as my married cunt pleased my son.

“You want to lean forward, too,” I groaned, doing that, planting my hands on Jalal’s shoulders. My tits dangled before him. He pulled his hands away, just watching my big mounds sway as I fucked up and down his cock. “This changes how his dick moves inside of you.”

“It’s so fucking good,” groaned Jalal. “Mom, your cunt ... It’s amazing.”

“Ooh, yes, Mom, you look so hot as you ride him,” Leyla panted. She licked her lips, her body twitching as she plunged her three digits in and out of her cunt.

“By changing how you lean, you rub his cock on different parts of your cunt. You’ll both love it.” I then leaned backward, my spine arching, my tits thrusting up before me. “Like this. Mmm, yes, now he’s rubbing on the front of my pussy as I work my cunt up and down him.”

“You’re amazing, Mom,” Leyla moaned. “So hot and sexy.”

I shuddered, drinking in her words.

“Daddy must be so happy to have a wife dedicated to his pleasures,” my daughter continued, such envy in her voice. She wanted to be a good, Muslim woman like me. To be that pure bride for her husband.

But she wasn’t. She was my little slut.

“He’s so happy,” I groaned. “We’ve learned so much about pleasure. It took me years and years to figure out all these ways to please him.”

“So good,” groaned Jalal, his hands sliding up and down my sides, clutching my flesh.

I leaned forward again, dangling my tits before him. Then I pressed them into his chest, sliding my pussy up and down his cock. My breasted rubbed on his chest, my nipples throbbing against him. His hands grabbed my ass out of instinct, kneading it, pulling me up and his cock, guiding me.

“When he grabs your hips and or ass, let him guide you,” I groaned. “Control you. He knows what feels good on his dick. Don’t deny him, my little slut.”

“I wont, Mother.” Leyla’s face twisted in pleasure. Then her body spasmed. “I’ll be such a good slut.”

As my daughter orgasmed, I kissed Jalal hard on the lips. My tongue plunged into his mouth. He groaned, hands tightening on my ass. My pussy clenched on his dick, clit rubbing into his pubic bone. Such pleasure surged through me.