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Incest’s Naughty Price
April 11th, 2027 — Leyla Umayyah
Judge Lyle Coburn emerged from the back of the house wearing a robe. The older man’s hair had gone gray. His eyes narrowed at us with suspicion. Then he flicked down to his daughter kneeling before us, submissive the way my mother had trained her.
What a treat that had been. I’d helped Mother make Tammy Coburn into her father’s slut. The old man had paid us well to do that, horny to stick his cock in her tight, young cunt. She had become a perfect whore for him.
Mother was good at turning good girls into sluts. Look what she did to me.
“What are you doing here?” he demanded, his eyes flicking from my busty mother to me. We were both wearing tight dresses that showed off our bodies. Years of being whores for my daddy had given the pair of us the skills to look ripe and inviting without even trying.
We just did it.
“Giving your orders, your Honor,” I said and reached into my cleavage. I pulled out a thumb drive. Warm from my tits, I thrust it at him, the red body contrasting with my dusty fingers. “From Clint.”
“Orders?” he demanded, staring at it. “I don’t take Clint’s orders.”
“Of course you do,” I said and rested my hand on his daughter’s head. I stroked through her hair.
“We have all the evidence of you and your daughter,” said Mother. She slid her hands up and cupped her large tits through her blouse. “You should know that. You just follow your orders, and everything will be fine.”
“I can’t dismiss the charges,” he said, his face paling. “They’ll investigate me. Find out that we know each other. I should recuse myself from the case.”
“That would be bad for everyone,” I said. “Tammy, you don’t want your father getting in trouble, do you?”
“Of course not,” the girl gasped.
“See,” I said. “I’m sure you can do it, your honor. Clint’s got a plan.” I smiled at Tammy. “Why don’t we put on a show for your father. Something to remind him all about the delights he has from you. After all, you’re still his good slut, aren’t you?”
Tammy nodded, her blonde pigtails swaying. She was in her mid-twenties now, but she still looked as cute as she did at eighteen. “I’m his slut, Leyla.”
“Yes, you are,” Mom cooed. “Mmm, why don’t you sit on that chair over there, your honor. Let you stare at your daughter’s lovely tits. Those nipple rings are gorgeous. You have impeccable tastes.”
The judge grunted.
His daughter giggled. “He’s getting grumpy, isn’t he?”
“Well, he’s getting quite the shock to his system,” I told her, holding out my hands to her. “That’s bound to make any man grumpy.”
Tammy took them, and I pulled them to her feet. I hoped Clint’s plan worked. If he went to prison, how much longer until the authorities learned about my father’s stable of barely legal whores. Mother recruited new ones from the college she taught at. Girls whose first customer was always their fathers. Get them hooked on their flesh so we could play with the girls as much as we wanted.
I helped Tammy to her feet and led her to the chair, her father watching us. My dress clung to my curvy body. I loved being a slut for my daddy. He always fucked me so hard and told me what a good girl I was after selling my body.
It was the ultimate proof that he owned me.
A few of my friends still did it, but some had “retired.” Still sluts, just not as much. Like Kimmy, who married my younger brother. She was his personal slut. He liked to pass her out for his own amusement and I just knew their daughter, when she’s old enough, would follow in her mother’s footsteps.
And my brother will have his own daughter to whore out.
So Clint had to triumph. He had to come out on top. He had to make the world, or at least California, understand about sex. That if it was between consenting people, what did familiar relations? Just so long as they wanted it.
I pushed Tammy down on the chair. My mother knelt beside me. I licked my lips as we pressed Tammy’s legs apart. Her shaved twat dripped with juices. And cum. She’d been fucked by her father. He had probably been using her to relieve his stress all night.
I wonder when he would breed her. If he did it fast enough, he could have a daughter/granddaughter to care for him in his retirement. A delicious way to end his final years with two sexy women as his sluts.
“Mmm, yum,” Mom groaned, leaning in with me. The old, faithful Muslim woman was long gone. She transformed into a whore thanks to spying on Clint and his antics in college.
“Yes,” I groaned. “Nothing like a daddy’s spunk leaking out of his little girl’s twat. Just the best!”
Mom’s black hair brushed mine as we both leaned in and pressed our faces into the girl’s shaved twat. Cheek to cheek, my mother and I reached her cunt at the same moment. Our tongues flicked out, caressing up her tangy pussy lips to brush her pierced clit.
She gasped as we both flicked her gold ring, twisting it through her sensitive bud. She squirmed there, hiltonbet yeni giriş round breasts jiggling. Nipple piercings flashed as her head tossed back and forth. Judge Coburn watched us from behind, cloth rustling.
He took his robe off.
“Daddy,” she moaned. “Mmm, they’re licking you out of me.”
Salty cum mixed with tangy juices in my mouth. A wonderful combination. Our tongues danced and flitted up and down her slit. We caressed her. Teased her. We played with her juicy flesh while her father was reminded of all he would lose if he didn’t comply.
Mother and I caressed her. Teased her. Our tongues fluttered past the other’s as we licked up her pussy. She squirmed and moaned. More and more of the incestuous salty cum leaked out of Tammy’s cunt, dribbling out for us to lap up. She released her pussy’s clenching, no longer holding in her father’s spunk.
Kegels were important for a slut to practice.
I clenched my burning cunt as I thrust my tongue deep into her cunt. I licked and fluttered. I scooped it out. My tongue curled around in her snatch. I loved every moment of feasting on her. Tasting her. It was remarkable. A delicious treat.
My heart hammered in my chest. My hips wiggled back and forth, bumping into Mom’s. The judge panted behind us while is daughter whimpered in delight. Tammy’s face twisted as we licked more and more of her father’s cum out of her.
Then Mom latched onto Tammy’s clit.
“Mrs. Umayyah!” she gasped in delight.
I thrust my tongue into the girl’s pussy. My tongue scooped out the jizz brimming in her. I savored it. My pussy burned. Juices dripped down my thighs. I savored her tangy delight mixed with her father’s salty cum.
“Oh, Leyla!” The girl grabbed her tits. “Daddy! They’re making me feel so good! Isn’t that wonderful.”
“Yes,” he panted.
“Mmm, you’re getting excited. I’ll take care of you! When they’re finished.”
“Yes, you will, you nasty slut!” hissed Mom. “What are you?”
“A whore who fucks her daddy’s cock and does whatever he wants!” Tammy moaned. “He can piss on me! Spank me! Fuck me up the ass and make me suck his cock clean! He can breed me! Whore me out! Use me in any way he sees fit! Pierce me! Tattoo me! Make me walk naked through the streets holding a sign saying daddy’s whore on it!”
The girl bucked as she said those words. Then her juices gushed out. She came so fast. I groaned at the tangy flood mixed with her father’s spunk that rushed out of her pussy. She bathed my mother’s face and mine. Those wonderful, incestuous juices gushed out.
“I’m Daddy’s slut! Whore! Skank! I’m his daughter-ho!”
Tammy bucked through her orgasm, breasts heaving, nipple rings flashing. Her blonde pigtails danced around her head as she squeezed her thighs about our heads. She pressed my cheek into my mother’s while we feasted on her cunt together.
On those wonderful juices.
I closed my eyes, in heaven. My tongue and mother’s caressed each other, the sides of our mouths working together, then we were kissing. My mother’s lips soft and hot on mine, the tangy taste of Tammy’s pussy seasoning our passion.
We shared her juices while she moaned out her rapture.
I loved my mother for turning me into a whore. Letting my inner daddy-slut burst out of me. Being a lust-crazed slattern lurked in every woman. It just had to be channeled in the right way. To serve one man or many. To be dominated or even do the dominating. We just needed to be freed.
Mom broke the kiss and groaned, “Tammy, go sit on your father’s cock. He needs you.”
“Yes, Mrs. Umayyah,” the girl moaned. She threw her legs over the side of the chair and climbed out without disturbing us. Mom and I watched her rush to her father. She threw herself at him. Kissing him.
He staggered back, his wrinkled hands grabbing her youthful ass. She was the daughter of his second wife. She’d died in a car accident, leaving the judge with a daughter who could be his granddaughter.
She pushed him down on the couch and mounted him. I shuddered, turning to watch the beautiful sight of a girl impaling her cunt on her father’s cock. She slammed her pussy down that dick. She took the judge’s cock like a pro.
“Daddy!” she moaned, her back arching, her butt-cheeks clenching. “Oh, Daddy, yes, yes!”
I reached down into my bodice and pulled out the other item there. My phone. I turned it on and started filming the incestuous sight. I stood up to get a good angle, my thighs spread wide. I wore a stretchy dress over my curvy form, my round breasts jiggling for a moment.
The girl rode her father with enthusiasm. She worked her cunt up and down the cock that made her, pigtails dancing. She moaned and gasped, pressing her tits into his face as she so thoroughly enjoyed him. Frothy pussy juices streaked his cock, gleaming every time she rose up against him.
“Daddy!” she moaned. “I love you, Daddy! Mmm, yes, yes, you’re going to breed me this time, I just know it! If I’m not pregnant, I hiltonbet giriş will be!”
I smiled, capturing it all.
Mom grabbed my calves. Her head thrust up between my legs from behind. Her hair caressed up my thigh. She pressed up beneath my shirt and planted her face right into my cunt. I shuddered as my mommy’s tongue slid through my pussy folds.
I groaned, savoring my mother’s fluttering hunger. She licked and lapped and caressed me. She drove me wild. Her tongue stirred through my folds. She teased me. Gave me such wicked delights. I shivered and moaned.
“Mom!” I panted.
“Daddy!” Tammy gasped.
“Shit!” groaned the judge. “Don’t film this.”
“I’m going to show this to Clint when he’s free!” I moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, just like that Mommy. You know what I love!”
My mother groaned into my twat. Her tongue thrust up into my depths. She swirled it around in me. I clenched down on her tongue. My hips wiggled back and forth. The delight had my toes curling. This wonderful rush of bliss threatened to consume me.
A wild passion that needed to explode out of me.
Her tongue darted through my folds. She caressed and teased me. My butt-cheeks clenched. This incestuous heat rippled through my body. I groaned, wiggling my hips from side to side, smearing my pussy lips on her hungry mouth.
She brushed my clit. My folds. She licked to my taint and then back down. She teased me as I watched that sexy daughter riding her daddy’s cock. The Judge’s fingers dug into Tammy’s ass, groaning and grunting.
He might be in his fifties, but he didn’t need Viagra. He just needed his tight, young daughter’s cunt riding his dick. I smiled, my orgasm building faster and faster as my naughty mommy licked me everywhere.
Then she sucked on my clit.
“Mommy!” I gasped, trembling.
Tammy threw a look over her shoulder at me, her father sucking on a nipple now. She grinned at me, not ashamed to be filmed. “Is your mommy making your pussy feel as good as my daddy is making mine?”
“Yes!” I moaned. “Let’s cum on them together. Let’s give our parents our incestuous passion!”
The girl nodded her head and rode her father faster. She worked that pussy up and down his cock with a wild intensity. She threw back her head, whimpering, groaning. My own orgasm built with every suck of my mother’s mouth on my bud. She teased my clit.
It pulsed. Throbbed. Sparks flared from that little pearl. My cunt clenched. Juices leaked out of me. I knew they spilled over my mother’s lips and ran down her cheeks. She was enjoying my tangy juices. Feasting on them as she nursed.
My cunt clenched.
Tammy moaned in delight.
She slammed down her father’s cock and bucked. Her blonde pigtails thrashed as she came on him. Her juices gushed out and bathed his balls. I grinned as he groaned. His wrinkled fingers squeezed her peachy ass.
“Tammy!” he grunted.
“You’re cumming in me, Daddy!” she gasped. Her pussy must be spasming hard around his cock, just milking out every incestuous drop of his seed.
The knowledge sent me plunging over the edge. I groaned and shuddered through my own pleasure. My pussy convulsed. I bucked and cried out in ecstasy. The bliss rushed out of me and gushed into my mother’s wonderful mouth.
I drenched her in my passion. The waves of rapture washed into my mind. My breasts jiggled in my stretchy sheath dress. My phone captured Tammy milking her father’s dick dry while I drowned in incestuous bliss.
The best sort.
The judge panted as he hit his peak of rapture. He stared at me. At the camera and groaned. “I can’t tank the case, Leyla. You have to tell him that.”
“Mmm, just follow your instructions,” I groaned, descending from the heights of my orgasm. “Clint has tasks we all need to carry out or this won’t work.”
I hoped his plan would work.
* * *
My head throbbed. I was almost numb with dread after hours and hours of watching interrogations. Clint and the women of his family had all been questioned. Scores of detectives had tried all the tactics to get them to talk, but they had lawyers present. Ones who kept telling their clients not to say anything.
They ran through every technique. Clint and his women were lied to. “Melody has already confessed to everything,” was attempted on Pam. “That she’s his sister. That you have had sex with your mother.”
Pam didn’t break. None of them. Did. Not Leann. Not Alicia. Their mothers. Zoey. Stefanie. They were all ready for this. All coached. He had prepared his women for being arrested. He and Melody were lawyers, and she had gone into criminal law. Between her firm, Clint’s, and a third, they had a battalion of sharp attorneys shielding them.
But they didn’t need confessions. The lab reports would be back in the morning. All the children had been taken into custody, too. They were in a single foster home. Their blood had been drawn along with every member of Clint’s “harem.” DNA tests would prove how hiltonbet güvenilirmi they were all related. Plus we had the DVD they gave the undercover officers, and their three houses were loaded with more evidence that was still being cataloged.
That would be the only thing they needed come trial, but… Confessions could always help.
Ed Thomas, my boss, was excited. He was already counting all the votes this prestigious case would get him for DA next year. He rubbed his hands together. All I could think about was my connection to Clint’s family through the Lady’s Touch Massage parlor.
My daughter and the Campo sisters, who were half the owners of the club, were at my home. Waiting for me. The blackmail was about to happen. Not only was my incestuous activities with my daughter on the cusp of being uncovered, but now I would be compelled to sabotage the case from the inside. I’d be risking worse criminal charges.
Real prison time.
I was so fucked. I didn’t want to throw my career away after fifteen years. I didn’t want to give up my life. I was happy going to get my lesbian massages and having sex with my daughter. We could become more, openly love each other. And if things changed…
I shook my head, thoughts drifting from fatigue.
“I’m going home, Ed,” I said. “We’re going to have their bail hearings tomorrow. We need to be ready. Sharp.”
“Mmm,” he said, staring at Clint sitting in the interrogation room again. His lawyer, Elisabet Reenburg, deflected questions again and again. She was tenacious and connected. The wife of a senator.
What incestuous deeds had Clint gotten her to do? She had three children, two adults, the other a child she had later in life. A mother could have a lot of fun.
“I’m going home, Ed,” I repeated.
“Oh, yes, fine.” He sighed. “They’re not going to break, are they?”
“No. They were ready for us. But we got them.” I put on that positive attitude and faked my confidence. “They’re going to jail.”
Ed grinned. “Enjoy what’s left of your night, Cruzita.”
Twenty minutes later, I was walking into my West Sacramento home. I bought it after divorcing my husband and being free from that cheating asshole. There was an unfamiliar car in the driveway next to my daughter’s. I sighed, fished out my key, and opened the door.
I found Juana Campo standing naked at my door, her body, her skin a similar golden-brown hue to my own, gleaming with oil. She was a short woman and yet had a dominating air around her. Though she was the younger of the Campo sisters, Carmelita was her bitch.
“Good evening, Cruzita,” Juana said in Spanish. “You have such a lovely home. I’ve just been so eager for you to get here.”
I looked past her to my living room, searching for my daughter. For Carmelita. “Where are they?”
“Your bedroom. Your daughter got a little bored waiting, pretty lady.” She licked her lips. “We’re getting her nice and ready for you.”
“After all, you want to savor every bit of time you have with her,” she said, pulling me inside and then dragging off my blazer. I didn’t fight her. “You’ve had a long, long day, and need your daughter ready to comfort you, don’t you?”
“What do you want?” I hissed. “I can’t save Clint. It’s too late for him.”
“We’re hurt at learning how involved in the case you were and you didn’t even warn us,” said Juana.
“If I did, and the investigators realized he was tipped off, it would fall back on me,” I said. “You know they’ll start digging into your establishment.”
“Already have,” she said. “You know that. Took our computers when they arrested Lee. They won’t find anything. We’re careful. Now, you don’t have to do anything that will get yourself caught. Just… follow some instructions. Warn his legal team of any pitfalls. I mean, communication between you and his lawyers, why, that’s normal, isn’t it?”
I swallowed. “Yes.”
“Good, good,” she said, her fingers working the buttons of my rumpled blouse. She threw it opened. “What a delicious bra. I haven’t seen this one.”
I flushed. “It’s new. I’ve been… stress shopping.”
“And stress fucking that sexy daughter of yours?” Juana shivered. “I can’t wait until my daughter with Clint is old enough to give massages. I’m going to train her to dominate Carmelita’s daughter. Won’t that be hot.”
“Yes,” I hissed as she reached behind me to unclasp my wispy, gray bra cupping my tits. “You should eat them both out.”
“Such a pervy mom. I love it, pretty lady.”
“You and your sister corrupted me,” I groaned as she slid my bra off. “I wasn’t into women until you two touched me. If my friend had never recommended that place…”
“But she loves eating her daughter out, too,” purred Juana. Her hands cupped my breasts, massaging them. “Mmm, let’s get you naked and then to your daughter. Remember what we’re fighting for. That delight in there. Sharing it. No more hiding it.”
“He’s going to prison,” she said. “They might all go if he doesn’t cut a plea deal. But my boss wants him nailed.”
“Well, I have faith in Clint. He helped me dominate my sister. He taught me to be her top bitch. When our parents kicked us out, he took us in and helped us get on our feet. He invested in our massage parlor.”
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