Peggy Jo and Her Daughter

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It ended as quickly as it began. Peggy Jo met Arnold at a local square dance the Teen Club of America provided once a month for kids from the surrounding area. Neither much liked dancing, but both loved the after party activity in the back seat of his parents’ F-150 pickup. It was a tight fit since both PJ, as she was called, and Arnie were large body individuals. The reclining seats helped, especially when PJ rode him cowgirl, her favorite way to fuck. Arnie wasn’t her first. but he was her best and most frequent lover.Peggy Jo wasn’t the only girl in high school attracted to Arnie. He had broad shoulders, an electric smile, and of course, the physical equipment to go with his large body.He was attracted to PJ because of her winning personality along with her voluptuous breasts. So, he wasn’t her only boyfriend or her first. She could have had almost any of several suitors.But accidents happen and in her senior year, Arnie knocked her up. They had sort of a shotgun marriage although Peggy Jo didn’t force the issue. Arnie just said it was the right thing to do. He adored PJ.Adoration didn’t mean he was going to be faithful. He wasn’t. Three months after their son Bubba was born, Arnie hooked up with Tilly Henderson at the local motel. Everyone knew about it. He couldn’t hide the Ford pickup his parents had given them as a wedding present without everyone in town knowing what he was doing.Peggy Jo got tired of his philandering and one afternoon when she was alone and drunk, she called the handyman, Danny, to come over to fix her washing machine. Danny found nothing wrong with the washing machine nor did he find anything wrong with PJ’s eagerness in bed. The afternoon went by quickly after he had fucked her twice without a thought of protection. Peggy Jo just said sex was more exciting that way.Arnie, on the other hand, had a schedule. He and Tilly had a weekly arrangement on Thursday night and were steady customers in room 17, no reservations required. Peggy Jo took advantage of his absence and invited some of the neighbors over for a drink. Strangely, they were only male neighbors.It seemed to be working for both of them until two and a half years into their marriage, Peggy Jo became pregnant again. Arnie knew it wasn’t his. PJ insisted it was. Arnie asked for a DNA test of her young daughter. Her name was JoAnne, and JoAnne wasn’t Arnie’s. Peggy Jo couldn’t be sure of the father because none of her lovers agreed to be tested.So that ended the marriage, almost as fast as it had begun. Arnie got Bubba and PJ had JoAnne. The house was sold and PJ moved to the city.Finding a job for a woman who barely finished high school wasn’t easy. Peggy Jo worked as a checkout girl at Walmart for awhile and as a clerk at Lowe’s stocking shelves. There wasn’t much money left after feeding her daughter and paying the rent for a seedy apartment in a run-down neighborhood. ankara travesti It was safe and realitively clean but the best she could afford.They lived on the edge until JoAnne started high school and got a job as at Dairy Queen. Her small income helped pay the rent but then, it didn’t much help their standard of living. Mostly, it allowed JoAnn to buy some clothes and have a cell phone. It wasn’t what PJ wanted for her daughter. She wanted her to have an education, go to college, and have the advantages she never had.Peggy Jo was never lonely even as a thirty-seven year old mother. She had her boyfriends. Some she met at work, others she found on the Internet. Most ended in bed. She was doing the penis promenade with each of the guys, and most of the time she enjoyed it.Of course that left JoAnne alone on some nights. She understood her mom and decided that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. On those nights alone, she decided there was no reason to be by herself. JoAnne had her boyfriend over for Netflix and Chill. It started with a pizza, then a movie and ended in the bedroom. She was only sixteen when pizza, movies and a boyfriend became her entertainment.JoAnne had her mother’s alluring face and large breasts but not her mom’s larger frame. At seventeen, she had a bevy of horny boyfriends that sampled the sweet lips between her legs. Her reputation was the talk of the school that eventually included the seduction of Mr. Thomas, her biology teacher. After all, it was a hands on lesson with human anatomy.One afternoon, Peggy Jo and her daughter got their signals crossed. Mom was taking a mental health day in bed with Vito. JoAnne had a half day at school. When she got home, JoAnne wasn’t shocked to hear her mom’s high pitched voice above low groans and moans coming from her mom’s bedroom. Obviously, Vito and her mom were in bed doing their version of “Stairway to the Stars.” It didn’t take much guessing to figure out that her mom’s entertainment was a lot like hers.JoAnne only felt a sense of envy for her mom when she peaked around the corner and saw Vito head for the bathroom. He wasn’t tall, maybe five-eight, but was hung like none of her boyfriends with balls the size of golf balls. JoAnne thought a couple of her boyfriends like Phil and Jordy were big, but neither could compare with Vito. That was the moment she began fantasizing about fucking Vito when he got tired of screwing her mom.The second time JoAnne ran into Vito was at a restaurant. He had taken them out to dinner. Clearly he knew they were just getting by on a limited budget and needed all the help they could get. He also had an ulterior motive. At first, JoAnne saw Vito as a kind of father image who was taking the family under his wing. She called him Uncle Vito. Vito would call her mom, “Angel” and she was the “Kid.” That all changed when he hit travesti ankara on her when her mom left for the lady’s room. She merely rolled her eyes and said she wasn’t that kind of girl. To Vito that was a maybe and for him, that meant yes.He was right. She was that kind of girl.One late night in the bedroom, Vito asked Peggy Jo if her daughter liked sex. She didn’t know, she said, but her daughter had lots of boyfriends. “I have to think JoAnne is sexually active. That’s why I started her on birth control pills in her junior year. I don’t want my daughter getting pregnant during high school like me.”Not long after that discussion, Vito arranged to meet JoAnne for an afternoon of fun and excitement. Like Ferris Bueller, she skipped school to meet him at a run down motel next to an adult book store.The room smelled of room freshener in an attempt to muffle the aroma of body odor and sex. It was the kind of place that had only one purpose and that purpose was the reason they were there.JoAnne showed up with her boobs bulging from her seriously low cut top with fuck me cutoffs showing a preview of her slit and tight ass. She wore exactly what Vito had told her to wear. “Dress like a whore,” he told her.Vito watched as she undressed, then asked her to undress him. The room, her clothes, the smell, and his cock excited her beyond a young girl’s imagination.To Vito’s amusement and surprise, JoAnne had pierced nipples. “When did you have that done?” he asked as if he didn’t approve.”Oh, I had it done last month, the day after you took us to dinner. I wanted a clit ring too but couldn’t afford it.””Maybe I can help you with that,” Vito said. “I think there’s a guy next door that does piercings.””Oh, that would be great Uncle Vito,” and she knelt before him and took his cock between her lips. He was big and hard and pushed himself into her mouth as far as it would go. JoAnne got most of him down her throat but Vito wanted more and forcefully pulled her head toward him. He stretched her throat to it’s limits. She could do nothing but gag with tears cascading over her cheeks.He picked her up and dropped her on the bed. “Okay slut,” he said, “masturbate for me.”She misunderstood, closing her fingers around his rock hard cock. She moved her hand up and down his shaft until precum began to leak from the tip.Then he said, “That’s like a good whore but I mean here,” and he spread her legs far and wide. “You get what I mean, now?”She understood and began rubbing her clit. As her pussy moistened, two of her fingers entered her love hole and the two of them masturbated together for long enough for him to see they were ready. He was stiff like a board. She was wet as Niagara Falls.Vito knew the time was right and plowed into her with his long stout cock as easily as slipping a dime into his pocket. The balls deep intrusion gave the girl a sudden ankara travestiler sharp pain. She let out a quick cry from a pain of intense pleasure followed by more of the same as he pumped his thick cock into her.Vito knew how to hold back letting JoAnne experience orgasms that were new in her young life. He continued to call her a tramp and other vulgar names. She responded with torrid enthusiasm. When he recognized that she had experienced the “Big O,” he let loose with gobs of cum deep into her tight twat.JoAnne didn’t know that afternoon was a kind of interview, an audition for Vito’s future plans. She could only think about how it felt to be treated like a woman and have sex with a man instead of a boy. She was overjoyed with the jewelry he bought her that was now secure over her pussy lips.Weeks earlier, Vito and JoAnne’s mom had discussed the difficulty of making ends meet. She admitted she would do just about anything to raise enough money to send her daughter to college. Vito said he was moonlighting as a dating service. He knew a lot of lonely men that wanted the company of pretty women to take to dinner, take in a show or movie, whatever. Of course, if Peggy Jo wanted to do more, there was money in it, good money.Peggy Jo was not well educated but she quickly recognized he wanted her to be an escort. After thinking about it, she decided instead of screwing guys in the neighborhood or those she met on the Internet for free, she would be doing the same thing but for money. The idea of fucking for money was more than entertainment. It was earning a living.Vito did all of the leg work. He lined up the men and made hotel reservations, never at the same motel. He took their credit card payments, paid the hotel bill and took 30% of what was left. Peggy Jo ended up with less than 40%, but it was more than she had ever earned before especially if she did more than one guy each night. And it was tax free. In addition, she got to dine at some fine restaurants and occasionally be treated like a queen.Meanwhile, it occurred to Vito that Peggy Jo’s daughter would be good for his bottom line too. She was a few months short of high school graduation, seventeen and very attractive. In Vitos’s eyes, JoAnne reminded him of Princess Kate of England. She would easily bring in twice that of her mom. The trick was to talk her into his plan.It wasn’t difficult to persuade JoAnne after their rendezvous at the seedy motel. JoAnne had loved the excitement of role playing the part of a whore that afternoon. She was a natural actress and had acted in the high school plays. Dressing up like movie stars was something she had done as a little girl. JoAnne also liked being treated like an adult, and having sex with an older man who, by the way, was very well endowed.Vito recognized her talent. Their next performance took place on a street corner where she stood when Vito pulled up in his car to the curb. He rolled down the window and the two of them talked for a minute. She got in the car giving him a blowjob in the middle of a busy downtown street.The next time he fucked her in a narrow alley between the library and city hall.

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