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, 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.
