Naughty Mommy Incest
April 23rd, 2019 -- Clinton "Clint" Elliston II
The backyard party at the Reenburgs' home was well underway. Their large house, verging on a mansion, had an impressive yard. Lights were strung across the bushes, lighting it up as twilight fell upon the world. It was a warm, April evening, the sky clear. Like when I'd done at the Reenburgs' party last summer right before graduating from college, I had brought my mom as my date.
I had my reasons.
She looked great, her bleached-blonde hair falling in a mass of curls about her lush face, her large breasts stretching out the red party dress she wore, her shoulders bare. The skirt was short, her toned thighs on display. You could just see the top of the tattoo on her right breast.
Maria Reenburg, the daughter of the family, was with her brother. She was holding two babies in her arms, a big smile on her face as she spoke with her brother. I knew for a fact that Sean Reenburg, the brother, was the father of both children. One was Maria's child the other their mother's.
Mrs. Reenburg was talking with a group of women. The powerful, Sacramento lawyer was my mother's boss and had discovered the delights of incest last June when she'd been seduced by her son. Her husband, a state senator, was schmoozing at the other end of the party, talking with some of the most powerful members of the State of California.
It was why I was here. Senator Reenburg had sex with his daughter from time to time, though he usually just watched his son fucking his wife and daughter, cuckolded by the younger man. Either way, he was involved in incest and my key to spreading my desire to make it legal.
"There he is," Mom whispered, nudging my arm.
I turned in the direction my mother motioned and smiled at the older man, his hair gray, leering at one of the waitresses. The caterer had brought a group of young men and women to serve the guests food and drink, all in sober, black pants and long-sleeved, button-down shirts. I smiled and guided my mother towards Lyle Coburn.
Just the man I was here to see.
On the way, I noticed another of the guests. Mrs. Umayyah looked delicious in the silver party dress, something far more daring and revealing than the Arab wife used to wear before my harem had corrupted the college professor into deviant sex. Her large breasts rose and fell in the dress, the fabric contrasting with her dusky skin. Beside her stood her daughter, a twenty-year-old slut Mrs. Umayyah pimped out at my college.
Leyla looked scrumptious in the red dress that left her back bare, her ass cupped by the tight skirt. Her round breasts filled out the slender triangles of her dress that cradled them. She had a smoky look in her eyes as she caught my attention.
I winked at her.
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Leyla Umayyah
I winked back at Clint, a wet heat rippling through my pussy.
"He's making contact with the client, Mom," I purred to her, loving the attention we were getting from the men at the party.
"Wonderful," my mother said. A year-and-a-half ago, she had trained me to be her daughter-slut. She had molded me into a barely legal whore and pimped me out to professors and students at my college. It had been so hot. I loved it. Daddy had taken over by the end when he realized Mom was just as much a whore as me.
I loved fucking Daddy. He was my favorite. I'd given birth to his baby last year.
My friends had joined the fun, too. My best friend, Kimmy Myers, had become my brother Jalal's personal whore. He would give her to his friends whenever he felt like it and she loved it. They were in love, and I knew they'd be married soon.
"That must be Mr. Coburn," my mother said, her eyes falling on the old man Clint was going up to talk to. He had gray hair and looked in his fifties. Not too bad looking, either. He wore a tux and looked good in it.
A wet heat rippled through me. I stared at the older guy. I had a thing for fucking men who were old enough to be my daddy. It made it so hot. I was such a naughty, Arab slut. A bad, sinful Muslim whore. I pressed against my mother and moaned, "I'm going to suck his cock and fuck him so hard."
"You know you are," Mom said, pushing closer to me. "We're going to have such fun."
Clint shook the man's hand, his mother on his arm. He had turned his entire family into his harem. That was hot, too. They weren't sluts like I was. They only fucked one man: Clint. I fucked them all then came home to Daddy to give him the money I made as his little whore. He'd spank me and fuck me and love me.
My pussy dripped juices down my thighs as I waited for Clint to get through all the small talk with Mr. Coburn. I had no idea what Clint was up to with this guy, why he wanted this guy to experience my delights and my mother's service.
I really didn't care. I just wanted to fuck for money. Getting paid to have kinky sex was the best rush ever.
Finally, Clint waved us over.
I slipped my arm around my mother's waist, and we sauntered to him. I put on such a big smile, my hair sweeping around my face. My short skirt clung to my thighs and ass. My breasts jiggled in the small triangles cupping them and led up to the strings that tied behind my neck.
"Look at that," Clint said to the guy. "Mother and daughter. They are quite the treat, sir."
The old man looked at us with abject lust. "They do look like they're mother and daughter. They really are?"
"Really," Clint said. "Isn't that right, ladies?"
I flashed him a sultry smile. "Oh, sir, my mommy and I would love to get to know you better. We're always looking for a strong man to keep us from being naughty. If we don't, why, the things we get up to together."
"My daughter is just a little harlot," Mom added, her voice husky. "She's not wearing any panties at all. See." Her hand darted down and pulled up my skirt enough to flash my shaved twat at him.
The guy groaned.
"Eighteen," Clint added. "Seventeen and needing a strong man to look out for her."
It wasn't uncommon for me to lie about my age. Eighteen sounded kinkier than twenty.
"Why are you doing this?" Mr. Coburn asked.
"I want us to be friends, sir," Clint said. He clapped a hand on the man's shoulder. "You can't say no to barely legal twat, can you?"
"Mmm, my daughter has a tight, juicy pussy that you'll love," Mom moaned. Her hand slipped over my shaved pudenda before her fingertips slid down to my juicy vulva. I gasped as she rubbed my cunt, an incestuous thrill rushing through my body. My toes flexed in my tight, stiletto heels.
"Goddamn," groaned Mr. Coburn. "You are the type of friend I like, Mr. Elliston."