Chapter 10: Mommy is a Slut Too

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Mrs. Umayyah

I shivered as I drew the satin panties up my dusky thighs. The red-purple hue of the fabric looked so decadent against my flesh. I groaned at the feel of it, my pussy so hot and wet. It slid over the curve of my rump as I stared at my reflection in the changing room mirror of Leonora’s Treasure, the lingerie store in the mall. The cloth cupped my rear, some of the fabric sliding into my butt-crack. I shuddered. I’d never worn underwear so daring. These panties were clearly intended to be seen by someone else.

By a lover.

Matching the panties was the strapless bra cupping my large breasts into two wonderful mounds. The darker circles of my areolas peeked out the top. My tits jiggled with my every movement. I shuddered, my hijab framing in my lush and mature face. Wearing the symbol of modesty while clad in something so blatantly immodest had me trembling, my snatch clenching.

Why was I so turned on?

Because my eldest son, Faizel, waited outside of the changing room eager to see me in this. To ogle my flesh and approve the outfit for my “date” with young Carter tomorrow night.

An entire night with another boy who wasn’t my husband. A boy who’d pay for that privilege. It made me so wet. Made it so worth spending the money my daughter had made being a whore on these outfits. A little investment to make sure that my clients, my horny high school students, would pay to fuck their MILF teacher.

Then I could repay the money I’d lost in online gambling. I was grateful my husband did not pay attention to our finances, instead leaving the household management to me, his dutiful wife. I’d whore myself out as well as my slut daughter to make up the money.

It would be such a shame once I refilled our savings. Part of me didn’t want to give up my young lovers. But I wasn’t a slut like my daughter. I was just doing this to fix my mistake. If my husband found out...

He would throw me out. He would never understand.

“No more stalling, Mom,” Faizel called, his voice so demanding. “Let me see.”

I shivered and nodded. I stepped out, my breasts jiggling in my bra, to face my son waiting in the back of the store where the changing rooms were. It was private, the store understanding a woman might want to model for her lover. Or her son.

At seventeen, Faizel had a man’s body and strength. He looked so much like my husband, minus the beard, with that same broad-shouldered build and muscular torso. Faizel had the strength to treat a woman right. The way my husband had in the first years of our marriage before responsibilities kept him working so much.

“Very nice,” Faizel said, cupping my breasts right there in the store. The salesgirl, not much older than him, had a naughty smile as she watched my “young lover” play with my tits. The girl utterly approved.

Would she still approve if she knew he was my son?

My nipples throbbed in the bra. A tingle rushed through me down to my pussy. I grew even more molten as he licked his lips. His cock tented his jeans, straining to burst out of them. I sucked in a breath as he brushed my hard nubs with his thumbs, massaging them through the satin.

“Ooh, that feels so good, Faizel.”

“Good,” he grinned, licking his hungry lips. “It’s good. But it’s not enough. Try on the next one.”

“Okay,” I said, loving the strength in his eyes. He wanted to see this. So I would give it to him.

I slipped back into the changing room, carefully undressing then grabbing the hot-pink thong. I’d never worn anything like this. It felt so skimpy. I drew it up my legs, wiggling my hips as the cloth in the back nestled between the cheeks of my butt. I shuddered, my thick, black bush peeking out the sides of the panties in the front. I would have to shave my snatch like my daughter did to wear something like this.

Although ... It did look hot with my curly hairs peeking out.

The bra was also hot pink. This one had straps but the cups were made of lace that would do nothing to hide my tits. I pulled it on, the color almost florescent against my tan skin. I felt like even more of a whore, my nipples peeking dark through the pattern, so hard and aching. The underwear made a mockery of my hijab.

This was underwear my daughter should wear.

I trembled and slipped out, my pussy drooling with excitement. I wanted Faizel to see me in this. I wanted his lusts to surge through him. He grinned when I stepped out. His eyes roamed my bountiful flesh as he let out a groan of enjoyment.

“Turn around, let me see that ass in this,” he said.

“Yes,” I groaned. “Mommy wants her son to enjoy her body.”

“Such a body.” So much throaty passion in his words. “The hottest mom in the world.”

His words made my excitement soar. I spun around, wiggling my hips. He smacked the exposed cheek of my ass. I gasped, loving the pain tingling through me. Then he squeezed both my cheeks, groping me, pulling apart my butt-cheeks.

“I don’t know, Mom,” he said. “You are so sexy in this. But is this the right one? Try on the nightie. Let me see you in that.”

“Yes!” I purred, his fingers digging into my flesh, making me feel so wanton.

I practically threw myself into the changing room, my hijab swaying about my shoulders. I took off my lingerie as fast as I could without damaging the delicious cloth. I would buy it all, no matter the cost. I had more outfits to try on. It would cost me almost all the money my daughter had made so far.

But she and her two friends were whoring themselves out, and Mr. Myers, Kimmy’s father, would pay so much to unknowingly pop his daughter’s cherry. And with Leyla filming it all ... Well, there would be more money coming in.

I pulled on the baby doll nightie. It was sheer silk, a silvery gray. It cupped my breast, my dusky flesh bleeding through, my nipples so on display. This did nothing to hide them. The fabric felt so wonderful on me as it swayed down to my hips. The panties weren’t a thong, but they were still cut narrow.

And even naughtier, they had no crotch.

There was a long slit in the gusset decorated by lace. I shuddered as I adjusted the panties on my hips and ass. I could see my black bush peeking through the slit. I ran my finger down the front, found the opening, and touched myself.

“Come on, Mom,” Faizel groaned. “I need to see you in it.”

A naughty thrill went through me to step out into the store and be seen in this whorish outfit. My entire body, minus my hair thanks to my hijab, were on display. I threw open the door, letting my son feast on my body as I strutted out, a harem slave here to please her lord and master.

Hunger smoldered in my son’s dark eyes.

“Mom, you naughty slut,” he groaned. “You wear that like it was made for you.”

“Mmm, are you sure?” I asked. “I’m not too old to wear something so ... revealing?”

“With those killer tits, Mom?” He licked his lips. “Let me see your ass in those panties.”

I turned around, wiggling my hips. “My ass isn’t too big?”

“It’s got just the right plumpness. Now bend over. Let me really enjoy it.”

I shuddered, bending over, my hijab shifting, but it was wrapped tight about my head and neck. I felt so exposed. I knew he could see the slit in the panties’ gusset. See my pubic hair. The wet lips of my pussy. He could tell how turned on I was and—

“Faizel!” I gasped as he shoved two fingers into my pussy, penetrating in me deep. “You naughty boy.”

“You’re the one flashing your cunt at me, Mom,” he said, some of his boyish mischievousness in his voice. He pumped his digits in and out of my cunt, sending heat rippling through my body. I groaned and squirmed, his fingers feeling amazing in me.

“I guess I’m naughty, too,” I groaned, my hips wiggling.

I glanced to the right. The salesgirl just winked at me. The girl was a naughty thing. She didn’t care that we were getting far, far too physical. Would she masturbate later to this? I groaned, my pussy clenching down on my son’s fingers.

I wanted the girl to know he was my son.

“Ooh, yes, finger Mommy’s pussy,” I moaned louder. “You came from there. I brought you into this world, and now you’re giving me such pleasure.”

The girl shuddered, licking her lips. Her cheeks were crimson. She heard me. It turned her on.

Delight rippled out of my pussy. Faizel’s fingers pumped faster and faster in me. He let out a throaty moan. His digits felt amazing in me. So thick. Almost as thick as his dick. Ooh, that would be amazing in me right now. Just filling me. I bet my son was so hard.

He needed his mother to take care of him.

Almost like he red my mind, Faizel acted. I let out a whimper as his jean fastener popped. His zipper rasped. With one hand, he worked to free his dick as he kept thrusting his digits into my pussy, stirring up his mother’s cunt to such a naughty froth.

“Damn, Mom, you are such a slut,” he groaned. “You want me to fuck you right here.”

“I just want to satiate my son,” I moaned for the girl.

Her eyes were fixed on us. She had to see how big Faizel’s cock was, the size of his father’s. I whimpered as he ripped his fingers out of my snatch. Then he pressed me forward into the door of the changing room. It was closed, latched. It held, rattling as he rubbed his cock against my hot cunt through the slit in the crotchless panties. My breasts heaved in the satin nightie, cool cloth rubbing hard nipples.

I needed my son back in me. Where he belonged. I needed to feel his youthful passion ramming into me, giving me all the pleasure I needed. He thrust so hard into me. I groaned, my back arching as his dick sank into me.

My pussy clamped down on his dick.

The salesgirl watched with hot eyes. Her hips shifted more, biting her lower lip as she watched the strength of my son fuck me. He drew back his cock and rammed into me again. The door rattled as his flesh smacked into my panty-clad ass. His dick buried to the hilt in me. Pleasure rippled through my body. My breasts jiggled in the nightie.

“Yes, yes, yes fuck your mother!” I moaned. “Plow me, Faizel. Plow me so hard. You need this. My whorish clothing made you erect. Use Mommy’s pussy to satiate yourself.”

“Yes!” he grunted, pounding me so hard, his dick plunging over and over into me. “Fuck, Mom, fuck!”

His balls smacked into my clit peeking through the slit in the panties. He stirred me to a froth. It felt so naughty feeling the panties on me. They should have been the last shield to protect my pussy from being seen and touched, from behind fucked, but these naughty pair let my son slam into me, violating my married cunt.

And giving me such pleasure.

Delight rippled through my body with every plunge. Friction burned in my pussy. It felt amazing. So wonderful. I groaned, shaking my hips, stirring his cock through me as he pumped faster and faster into my snatch. He filled me to the hilt with his cock over and over.

The salesgirl watched, witnessing our incestuous passion.

“Faizel!” I whimpered.

“Cum, Mom!” he growled, so strong, so commanding. “Cum like a slut!”

“Like your sister!” I howled as my orgasm exploded in me.

“Yeah, just like her!” he growled while pleasure surged through me.

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 school 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 sixteen-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.