1. Daughter's Slut Training 2: Daughter's Wicked Education


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    Daughter's Slut Training (An Incestuous Harem Story) Chapter Two: Daughter's Wicked Education By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 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 college. 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, eighteen-year-old body shuddering as I rose off his dick and turned. My nineteen-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 ...
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