Chapter 15: Daughter’s Incestuous Delight

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Mrs. Umayyah

The next day, my ass still hurt from my discipline. I couldn’t help but squirm as I sat in the back seat of my husband and Master’s car. My rump ached and throbbed. The longer the car ride went, the more my discomfort grew. The ache grew with every moment and I embraced it.

I deserved this pain.

I had become a slut. A whore. A depraved woman who violated her marriage vows. I sold my body to my students. I turned my daughter into a prostitute to channel the lusts awakened in me when I witnessed Clint fucking his aunt, my fellow high school teacher, and his sisters. It had planted a seed that grew into a sultry flower with vines that had spread to every part of my body.

And when my daughter found out what I was, she told my husband. And he ... He punished me.

Dominated me.

Made me his sex slave.

Now my daughter rode beside him up front, sitting tall, her uncovered black hair falling about her shoulders. She kept reaching over, patting my husband and Master’s thigh, stroking him through his work jeans, her fingernails scratching at the denim. She’d taken my place in his bed while I spent the night fucking our eldest son, Faizel, given to him by my husband and Master.

“There it is!” Leyla squealed in delight, bouncing in the seat. The sixteen-year-old clapped her hands together with her girlish enthusiasm. She threw a look over her shoulder. “You ready, Mommy-slave?”

“Yes, Daughter,” I said, putting such emphasis on my new mistress’s name. “I’m so looking forward to it.”

“Fucking another man with your daughter, or obeying me?” Karim growled. I saw his eyes looking at me in the rearview mirror.

“Both, my Master,” I answered, rubbing my hands before me, my pussy so juicy. “It’ll be so naughty to pleasure him with our daughter.”

“She is such a wicked wife, Daddy,” Leyla said, her voice dripping with enjoyment.

“Yes, she is,” my husband and Master said, his voice a deep gravel. “And you, my little flower, are a wicked slut.”

Leyla beamed at him, her smile shining from her face. I had done an amazing job turning her into a slut, into a whore. I had debased my daughter as a proxy for my own lusts, changing her forever.

I sucked in a deep breath. Today, I would fuck another man who wasn’t my son in front of my husband. He would watch me be an utter whore.

My pussy grew even juicier. This is what I had craved ever since I peeped in on Clint fucking his family a year ago. I’d feared it. I tried to hide it by delving into another obsession: online gambling. But that still didn’t stop me from descending into this whorish behavior. By training Leyla, it opened up all those desires I had suppressed.

And I was forever lost.

But first we had to make another stop. And I wasn’t looking forward to it. My stomach grew tense as my husband and Master turned into a driveway of a large, expensive house. Not a mansion, but something larger than any family really need. Instead, it proved that the owner had money.

I climbed out of the car in my conservative dress, my body naked beneath. I had my head bowed, no hijab wrapped around my silky-black hair. I followed my husband and Leyla to the front door, my daughter clinging to my husband and Master’s arm. She practically floated beside him, bursting with desire for what was coming.

Karim reached the door, rang the doorbell.

Todd Myers, the father of Kimmy, my daughter’s friend and my son’s slut-girlfriend, opened the door. Todd’s face soured at the sight of me. Then he glanced at my husband. He clenched his fist, the anger swelling in him.

I winced.

“Need more money?” Todd demanded. “Or did you bring my daughter home? If you’re going to blackmail me for fucking her, at least she could be around so I can get what I’m paying for.”

“My wife is here to apologize for that,” Karim said. “She made a mistake. The slut grew greedy.”

“Slut?” Todd asked, arching an eyebrow.

“My wife is a whore. A disgusting slut who sells her body for money.” He grabbed me and pulled me past Leyla to thrust me at Todd. I didn’t fight him. My black hair swayed about my shoulders as I sucked in a deep breath, fear sweeping through me. “Apologize to him.

“Yes, my Master,” I said, sucking in a deep breath. This was so humiliating. So embarrassing. I hated apologizing, and admitting I was wrong. “Mr. Myers, I am humbly sorry for blackmailing you and setting you up. I was a greedy sow. A disgusting bitch.” I fell to my knees, looking up at him. “And to show you how sorry I am, I am willing to do anything to make it up for you.

“Anything.”

“Anything?”

“Slave, strip out of the lying garment,” my husband growled. “Show him what you truly are!”

Despite the humiliation burning in my cheeks, or maybe because of it, my pussy almost creamed itself. “Yes, my Master,” I moaned, my hands shooting to the buttons of my dress. “Mr. Myers, I was a cunt to you. A bitch. And you deserve to use my body. In any way you want.”

His angry eyes smoldered as he watched me strip. I ripped the bodice of my dress open, my large, dusky breasts spilling out. I shivered, my heart racing as I stared up at him. I squirmed my hips, my pussy dripping with excitement. I slipped my arms out of the sleeves of my dress, my tits swaying with my movement.

He licked his lips.

“And the video of me fucking my daughter?” he growled. “The one you threaten to show my wife.”

“Deleted,” Karim said. “And your recurring ‘donation’ to the ‘after school club’ has been canceled.”

“It was so mean of my mommy-slave to do,” Leyla said. “I had no idea, Mr. Myers. I just thought I was filming Kimmy’s first time. I had a lot of fun with you. I never wanted to hurt you like that mean bitch.”

I shuddered at my daughter’s words. I rose, letting my dress fall off my body. My newly shaved pussy felt so bare. I could feel the air currents wafting about my pussy lips, tingling them. My juices cooled my hot flesh as they dribbled out of me.

“So fuck her hard, Mr. Myers,” Leyla purred. “Or spank her, or do whatever you want to my mommy-slave.”

“She’s yours to abuse,” my husband said, sounding eager to see me punished further.

“Please, Mr. Myers,” I said, saying his name as submissively as possible. I turned around for him, letting him drink in my MILF body. I had a mature and sleek figure, my ass curving, my stomach flat, my tits large.

He smacked my spanked ass. I gasped, my breasts bouncing before me. The pain surged through me, warming my pussy even more. I wiggled my ass at him, inviting him to do whatever he wanted to do to me.

“Anything, huh?” Mr. Myers said. “You don’t mind, Karim? She’s your wife.”

“Was,” my husband and Master said. “Now she’s my slave-wife. And she’ll let you do anything.”

I nodded my head, staring up at him. “I will, my Master. Anything.” It felt so right to me now. Being his sex slave fulfilled this depraved desire in me. It filled me to the brim with aching passion to give over my whorish desires into his hands. “I’m yours.”

I could see the pleasure in his eyes. And the bulge in his jeans.

Mr. Myers growled like a snarling animal. He seized my hair. I gasped at the shock of pain as he hauled me through the living room to the kitchen. I stumbled after him, my tits swaying. He reached the kitchen and threw me over the counter. My tits rubbed against the surface. I sucked in deep breath, my heart thudding away in my chest, waiting for him to do something.

To punish me.

My nipples ached and throbbed as I felt everyone’s eyes on my well-spanked ass. I wiggled my hips, putting on a show for them. I spread my thighs farther apart, exposing my pussy to their view. I could feel my labia parting, exposing my pink, whorish depths to their eyes.

“Use me, Mr. Myers,” I groaned.

“Look at that slutty cunt, Daddy,” Leyla said. “She’s just dripping for it.”

“Your mother is a whore,” my husband and Master groaned.

“Mmm, I know. I inherited her hot pussy. Let me show you, Daddy.”

My daughter fell to her knees. The zipper of my husband’s jeans rasped. She produced his cock and swallowed it with such hunger. She bobbed her whorish lips up and down her father’s dick, sucking so hard, moaning her delight.

I could watch her please her daddy all day. She had such a pure enthusiasm about her. She just wanted to give pleasure to every guy she could, especially my husband. She didn’t try to trick them. She didn’t try to wring every penny out of them she could. She just enjoyed herself.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Myers,” I moaned. “Use my body as an apology!”

He grabbed my ass, squeezing my spanked butt-cheeks.

“Yes, yes, that’s it. Discipline me, Mr. Myers. I was a complete—”

My words cut off in a scream as Mr. Myers rammed his hard dick into my unlubed asshole. A burning rod stabbed deep into my bowels. I shuddered and groaned, my eyes widening. Then his crotch smacked into my bruised ass, sending stinging pain shooting through me.

My tits rubbed into the counter as I squirmed and gasped. His dick sodomized me hard. He pumped away at my bowels. The pain in my depths melted my pussy. I whimpered and gasped, finding pleasure in the agony. I bucked back into him, taking my punishment like the kinky slut I was.

“That’s it!” I groaned. “Fuck my ass! Punish me! Ooh, yes, yes, yes!”

I’d enjoyed his son already, and Carter had inherited his father’s passion. Mr. Myers fucked me hard, grunting and growling like a beast as he buggered me. Velvety friction burned in my asshole. I grunted and groaned, the pain fading with every thrust, replaced more and more by pleasure as my bowels adjusted to his hot thrusts.

And every time he buried into me, he slapped my ass. He smacked it. My bruised ass drank in the sensation. I grunted with each one, the pain slamming into the pleasure, lifting me higher and higher towards an orgasm.

I grunted. I groaned. “Fuck my asshole!” I hissed. “Use me! I was such a cunt to you! Such a fucking bitch! Just use me! Cum in me!”

“Goddamn cunt!” growled Mr. Myers. “Sending my daughter to fuck me so you could blackmail me! Bitch!”

He slammed even harder into my asshole. The burning friction made my pussy even hotter. My cunt clenched, juices flooding down my thighs. I loved his emotion while in the background, my daughter sucked so hard on her daddy’s dick. My husband watched me getting punished, squirming on another man’s dick, loving it fucking my unlubed asshole.

My moans echoed through the kitchen. I gasped louder and louder. The pain. The rapture. The dual sensations swirled through me. I sucked in deep breaths as I clenched my bowels down on his plunging dick.

It hurt again for a moment. A flare of pain stabbing into my bowels. I drank it in. “Keep pounding me so hard!” I howled. “Keep making my ass hurt! Spank me with your crotch!”

“Your wife is a whore!” snarled Mr. Myers.

“I am!” I moaned, my back arching, my nipples throbbing against the table.

“Fuck!”

He buried his dick into my bowels and that wonderful moment happened. His dick erupted into my asshole. He pumped me full of his hot cum. I groaned, his seed spilling deep into me. My back arched at the naughty feeling.

My husband gave me to this man.

I came.

My asshole writhed about his dick, milking out the hot squirts of jizz. I loved every wonderful spurt. The hot spunk filled my bowels as the pleasure screamed through my body. My back arched, feeling my husband’s eyes on me as I climaxed like a whore.

A filthy slut.

The pleasure slammed into my mind. Stars burst before my eye as I savored this delicious delight. I groaned and gasped, my asshole spasmed about his dick. I milked out every drop of cum that I could from his dick, the rapture swirling through me.

“Whore!” grunted my husband, and I knew he pumped his spunk into our daughter’s mouth.

Leyla Umayyah

Excitement burst through me as Daddy and I reached the door, Mommy-slave following behind us. She had a stiffness to her gate from being buggered so hard by Mr. Myers twenty minutes ago. Listening to her whorish grunts had made my pussy so wet as I sucked Daddy’s cock.

And now I would get to satiate my cunt. Daddy was whoring me out for the first time. He was my pimp now. He would collect the money and choose who Mom, my friends, and I would fuck. We would make him so much money unlike Mom who wasted all the money she made off of us on lingerie to please her student lovers.

“One minute!” Principal Ian Carver, who ran my high school, shouted from inside. He sounded so eager. He had paid to fuck Mom and me all day today. A $1000 to enjoy our bodies. To watch us commit incest before him while fucking our bodies.

It was so naughty.

The door opened. Principal Carver, wearing a bathrobe, eyes fell when he saw my tall, burly father. The balding administrator had almost Daddy’s height, but he didn’t have the muscled body brought about by working in construction for the last two decades. Nor did he have the fierce, bristling beard that gave him such an angry, imposing vibe.

My Daddy was the sexist of men.

I couldn’t help but smiling as fear sprouted in Principal Carver’s eyes. He swallowed and said, “This is such a surprise, Jawdat,” he said, looking past me to my mommy-slave standing behind me. It was always so weird hearing Mom’s real name. At school, everyone called her Mrs. Umayyah. “Did we have an appointment or something with your family?”

“My wife told me everything,” Daddy said, his voice almost a growl. “How you fucked my underage daughter for money, how you paid my whore-wife for the privileged, and how you paid again to fuck them all day long. Both of them. My wife. My daughter.”

“Oh, Jesus,” Principal Carver said, the color draining out of his face. He backed up, intimidated by my daddy. “I ... I don’t ... It was ... I...”

“Daddy, stop being so mean,” I said, so eager to fuck Principal Carver again. He’d been the first man I ever prostituted myself to. Not my first fuck. My younger brother Jalal gave me that delight. “We’re still going to have fun with you today, Principal Carver. I really, really enjoyed your dick. It made me cum so hard.”

The principal still looked terrified, though now his eyes bulged, unsure what was happening. But he backed off, letting us enter the house. I gave him such a supportive smile, wanting to let him know that he didn’t need to be afraid. That my mommy-slave and I would do everything we could to make him feel good.

“So, uh, Karim,” Principal Carver said, “this is, uh, really ... You’re fine with ... this?”

“And if I wasn’t, would that have stopped you from fucking my wife and daughter behind my back?” Daddy demanded.

The principal flinched again. “Well...”

“Just hand over the money, and then enjoy them,” Daddy said.

“Right, right,” Principal Carver said, sounding dazed, almost frightened even. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his robe, pulled out the rolled wad of twenties, and handed it over. “So, uh, I guess we should start.”

“We should,” I said. I looked up at Daddy and could tell he was eager for it. He’d watched me fuck Jalal before, and it had turned him on so much. He’d jerked his dick watching my underage body writhe with my younger brother.

And now he’d get to watch me being a prostitute. It made my sixteen-year-old cunt clench so hard. A dizzy wave of heat washed through me.

“Mommy-slave, strip!” I commanded while pushing Daddy back to sit on a recliner. I winked at him and whispered, “Enjoy.”

“You, too, my little flower,” he told me, stroking my cheek. I shuddered and let out such a wanton moan.

My clothes flew off as fast as I could while both Principal Carver and my daddy watched my nubile body bare itself. My round breasts jiggled free of my blouse, my hands stroking my dusky flesh. My brown nipples were hard and tingling, aching to be used. Beside me, Mom bared those big tits of hers, so soft and succulent.

I couldn’t help touching them. I squeezed them while Principal Carver let out such a low groan of delight. I grinned at him, shaking my hips, my skirt falling down my thighs exposing the rest of my naked body, my pussy as freshly shaved as Mom’s.

“Mmm, aren’t these just such ripe tits, Principal Carver?” I asked, leaning over to nuzzle at my mom’s breasts.

“Y-Yes,” he said, still nervous, rubbing hands on the hem of his sky-blue bathrobe.

But I could see twitching in the crotch. His dick grew hard watching the lesbian incest unfold before him. I gave him a dazzling grin as I rested my face against my mother’s breasts, her nipple hard on my cheek. I winked at him then turned my face and sucked on her nipple.

Mom groaned, her hands working her dress off of her hips as I suckled on her nipple like I had as a baby. I loved her fat nub, nibbling on it with my soft lips. My tongue swirled around it, savoring how thick it was. How wonderful it felt in my mouth.

“Oh, Daughter,” Mom said, putting such devotion into that word. She served me, too. I had taken her place as the head woman in the family. Daddy’s daughter-wife. I had wanted to find a man who would let me fuck other guys, to be a whore, and I found that person in the best man in the world.

My daddy!

I squeezed Mom’s breasts, wiggling my hips, knowing Daddy watched me as much as Principal Carver. I sucked and nibbled on Mom’s nipple, my pussy juices running down my thighs as they both stared at me.

“Oh, Daughter, you are so sweet,” Mom groaned, her hands sliding up my body to my firm, teenage titties. She squeezed them, her thumbs sweeping across my breasts and brushing my nipples. “Isn’t she, Ian?”

“Yes,” the principal groaned. “She is, Jawdat.”

“Mrs. Umayyah,” growled my husband. “Show my slave-wife respect.”

“Yes, yes, Mrs. Umayyah,” squeaked the principal. “I’m so sorry for insulting your ... slave-wife.” “And you’re going to fuck her whore-cunt,” growled Daddy, his voice so throaty. He got off on ordering us to be such sluts.

I loved it.

“You are, Ian,” moaned my mom. “My Daughter and I are going to love you. So how would you like us to please you?”

My pussy tightened in anticipation. I wanted to be ordered by my client, to be given commands. It was so hot to submit. So exciting. My juices leaked down my thighs as I purred about my mother’s nipple. I nibbled on it, waiting.

“You could, um, well,” stammered the principal, rubbing at his robes now, his dick peeking out the slit, so pink and in need.

“Just grow some balls and tell us to suck your dick,” Mom said, such disdain in her voice. She needed a real man to order her around.

“Suck my dick!” Principal Carver shouted, almost barking in fear of her. Then he cleared his throat and, with more confidence, said, “Bring your daughter over here. I want you both sucking on my dick.”

My mouth popped off my mom’s nipple. I grinned and said, “Yes, Principal Carver.”

Together, my mom and I flowed to him, our bodies undulating, hips brushing each other. Juices ran down my thighs. I sucked in such deep, trembling breaths as I came closer and closer to him. My heart raced, thudding away in my heart. My pussy boiled with excitement. We fell to our knees before him and opened his robe.

His dick thrust up from his brown bush, his balls not nearly as big as Daddy’s. Nor his cock. But it was fat. Its girth had stretched out my pussy so wonderfully when I fucked him a few days ago at school. Such a wanton swirl of desire slid through me as I leaned forward with Mom, Daddy staring at our asses. Our hands reached the principal’s dick. We grasped him.

“Oh, yes,” he groaned as we licked the tip of his dick together.

He stared down at us with such lust in his eyes. He craved this so much. He wanted a mother and her daughter to fuck him. He wanted us to lick and nuzzle at his cock. To make him cum so hard. He wanted to shower our faces with his jizz.

And we wanted that.

My mom and I were so much alike. I just wouldn’t fuck a man behind Daddy’s back. Only where he directed me. I squirmed my hips, juices running down my thighs as our tongues danced across the tip of his dick. I brushed my mom’s licking organ, our lips caressing as we pleased him. Precum stained both our tongues.

He groaned as we kissed around the edge of his dick. I shuddered, loving that I shared this cock with my mother. My sexy mommy-slut. I felt so close to her now. I was glad I caught her fucking Clint yesterday. Now she could be who she truly was meant to be.

Daddy’s sex slave.

“Damn,” Principal Carver said, rubbing his hand across his balding head. “Damn, that’s it. Oooh, mother and daughter are both whores. Both sluts.”

“We are,” I cooed.

“I gave birth to such a little skank,” Mom moaned.

“And trained me.” I glanced at Mom, so thankful she did. I gave her a kiss on the lips, tasting salty precum on her face.

Then we attacked his cock. Our hands pumped up and down his shaft, Mom’s atop mine. We stroked him as our tongues fluttered across this spongy tip. He groaned, shifting on his couch, his hairy chest rising and falling as we pleased him.

The sounds he made caused my pussy to grow so wet and juicy. Every lick, every suck, made my cunt tingle with wicked desires. I whimpered in delight. My heart hammered in my chest. I clenched my twat so hard as I pleasured him, aching to be filled by his shaft. I flicked my tongue up and down his tip, driving him wild.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” he panted.

“Are you going to cum on our faces?” Mom hissed. “Are you going to spurt your dirty spunk on my daughter’s face. On mine?”

“Are you, Principal Carver?” I moaned. “On your underage student’s face?”