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Jodie's Tale - 1
by Claire1960 (clairestales@yahoo.com)
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A story about a desperate woman, her whore of a mother,
her slutty teenage daughter, and their sexual
adventures. (M/f-teen, ped, inc, bi, mast, oral)
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Author's Note: This story is purely fictional and
intended solely for adult entertainment purposes. If you
would like to comment on my stories or send me feedback
or ideas, you can contact me on clairestales@yahoo.com
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Part 01: An aspiring whore
This is the story of Jodie, a 37 year old divorcee from
England. Her husband kicked her out of the house shortly
after their only child, Victoria, was born some 16 years
ago. Jodie was never an over-achiever. In fact she never
achieved much at all. In school she did average at best.
Her entire life she had been first chubby and later on
simply fat. She had plain features, and was neither
particularly ugly nor stunningly beautiful.
Years before this story starts, the divorce hit her very
hard. After months of screaming and arguments and
fighting with her ex-husband she also lost her job and
had trouble holding on to any decent job for years. She
lost track of most of her friends and due to her
financial struggle was forced to move in with her mother
Angela, now 60. This arrangement was difficult at first
but worked out very well in the long run as you will
find out later on.
This brings us to Jodie's mother. For an elderly lady,
Angela was remarkably good looking, sexy even. She was a
curvy lady with long grey hair, a gentle face, a nicely
rounded ass and full E cup tits. And even though she had
curves, she wasn't anywhere near as fat as her daughter.
At over 200 pounds, Jodie was more than twice the size
of her mother. Because of her weight Jodie always
considered herself ugly and unlovable. Her only
redeeming feature, in her eyes that is, were her
enormous HH tits. As massive as they were, her big
udders didn't sag as much as you might expect and her
rack was an impressive sight to see. But to come back on
Angela (as hundreds of men have done before), the old
woman was still fit and sexy and she was clearly aware
of this.
To say she was cocky and outspoken is one thing.
Claiming that she knew no shame might be even closer to
the truth. For during her entire life Angela had had
only one profession. She had been prostitute. And a
particularly popular one at that. For miles around she
was known as an old whore. A cheap whore and especially
a dirty whore. For over 40 years she had taken care of
the sexual requests of hundreds if not thousands of
local horny men.
Rumors were rampant about the things she would do and
how little she would charge for any act of depravity.
Angela wasn't even slightly ashamed about her past and
would openly talk about the things she had done and all
the shapes and sizes of men she had serviced. Having
grown up with such an openly sexual mother, Jodie always
felt a little confused about sex and intimacy.
She never knew exactly what a woman should do to please
her man or how to take care of his needs. When her
friends in school started dating boys, she found herself
too shy to even talk young men. Later on when her
friends got married and discussed any intimate parts of
the relationships they were in, Jodie was always amazed
that these woman would only sleep with their husbands
every now and then or bragged to each other about how
much they refused their horny husbands.
At home Jodie regularly heard her mother talk about how
a woman should let their man touch them in any way they
want at any time. Or how woman should not deny her man
anything, if she wants to have a happy and stable
marriage.
Later on as some of her friends got divorced, Jodie
became convinced that holding off and not satisfying a
man's desires were clearly bad for a relationship. When
she met her future husband, Bill, she made a vow to
herself to let him do pretty much whatever he wanted,
whenever he wanted it. And as soon as Bill found this
out he was more than happy to make her suck his cock on
a daily basis.
Only a few weeks after they started dating he was
fucking her ass even though they both knew she really
didn't like it. Inevitably she soon became pregnant and
Bill hated every aspect of it. Jodie got fatter, so Bill
shouted at her for being fat and ugly, which led to
Jodie's depression and comfort eating, which in turn
made her fatter still. The arguments increased up to the
point where screaming and shouting was all they did.
Victoria was born and the baby's constant crying was too
much for Bill.
He filed for divorce and kicked his ugly wife and
unwanted child out of the house. Jodie moved in with her
mother. Being back at the house she grew up in was a
very difficult experience for her. She never really know
how her mother came to own the huge 7 bedroom mansion in
the countryside. A few days after moving in, strange
memories came back to her. She had repressed many things
from her childhood and now wasn't sure whether it was
all real or not.
Her memories would come to her at night and she would
dream about her mother receiving "friends" at the house.
Dozens of strange men would come round during all hours
of the day. Her father would take her to the settee to
watch TV as her mother entertained the men. She still
remembered watching cartoons with her father, while the
sounds of hard sex echoed down the stairs. At least her
father would cuddle her and keep her really close.
Perhaps too close? She suddenly wondered during one
disturbing dream. All those times cuddled up on the
settee. He would hold her, stroke her, kiss her. Did he
touch her? Had she repressed that part too?
During another dream she wondered about the role her
father played all of this. If mom was a prostitute, does
that mean dad pimped her out? He must have known about
her. Was he the one who made her into a whore?
Jodie didn't have any answers. Her father passed away
years ago and all she had left now was her smutty mother
and little Vicky. She fell out with her friends one by
one, lost her job and became depressed. As the years
went by she watched her little girl grow up. Angela had
just as big a part in her upbringing as Jodie did and it
won't come as a surprise that by the time she was 14,
Vicky started experimenting with her body. Angela always
walked around in revealing outfits, low cut tops, short
skirts, leather boots, fishnets etc. As soon as Vicky's
body started developing, she copied her nan.
As a young girl, she wore a lot of make-up and tight
fitting clothes. Her schoolgirl uniform made her look
cute but with Angela's help it became a racy look. Her
slutty grandmother altered her uniform, making the
skirts shorter and the tops tight and low cut. Vicky
developed fast and filled out, becoming a very
attractive, curvy girl.
By the time she was 15 she had a D cup and she was proud
to show them off. Her clothes become more and more
slutty and she often looked more like a working girl
than an innocent teenager. Jodie ignored all of this and
refused to see anything wrong with how her mother and
daughter dressed.
It was during this time, while Vicky was still only 15,
that she would start bringing boyfriends home. She
seemed to have a different guy every week. Her mother
couldn't keep up with all the different names and would
turn a blind eye whenever she saw her daughter snogging
with another guy.
She often caught Vicky making out on the settee with a
random boy from school. He would have his hands all over
her, on her tits or under her skirt and the youngsters
never really tried to hide it. Angela would look on like
a proud nan and Jodie would just smile and say to
herself "Well at least Vicky has no trouble finding a
man".
During many evenings Jodie would watch TV with her
mother, in the same settee in which she sat with her
father before. And as before the sounds of sex would
fill the house. Deep down she know her young daughter
was upstairs, being pounded by a boy whose name Vicky
probably didn't remember herself. Angela would make
witty remarks like, "Sounds like this one is really
giving it to her."
And as always Jodie tried to ignore it all, only ever
seeing the good in her daughter. On some occasions Vicky
would come downstairs afterwards, wearing only
underwear. A wet stain could easily be seen in her
knickers. The young girl would come down to kiss her mom
goodnight. Then she would go to her nan and kiss her
too.
The old woman would usually have a quick grope between
her legs, feeling the wet patch as they kissed each
other goodnight. Jodie would close her eyes and pretend
she didn't hear the wet sounds as the kissing went on a
little too long and tongues got involved. Angela would
then sit back and moan quietly as she licked her
fingers.
Then one Saturday afternoon Vicky came home and found
her mom and nan in the kitchen. Jodie looked at her
daughter, who was wearing a very tight tank top and
instantly spotted something that wasn't there before.
"Vicky, d-did you..." She stammered in shock. "Did you
get your nipples pierced?" She asked in disbelief, as
she pointed at her daughter's chest.
Vicky looked at her mother and without a hint of shame
said "Yes, I've always wanted to get them done and I
think they look great."
Angela smiled at her defiant and slutty granddaughter.
An argument ensued between a shocked mother, a
rebellious teenager and a proud grandmother.
"But you're only 15!" Jodie shouted. "How did you pay
for them? And who did you even find to pierce you at
your age?"
"Does it really matter?" Vicky retorted angrily. "It's
my body and I'll do with it what I want."
As she screamed at her mother, Vicky stomped around like
the bratty girl she was and went to sit down, letting
herself fall back on a wooden chair as an angry
statement. And as she sat down she suddenly grimaced and
whimpered, having forgotten about the other piercing she
got. On Jodie's face, anger turned to confusion which
turned to utter disbelief. This was too much for her.
She screamed and stormed out of the house too cool down.
Angela now came over to the young girl and gave a
comforting hug.
"It's going to be ok, darling." She said soothingly.
"I'll talk to her and in a few days it will all have
blown over."
She stroked Vicky's head and leaned down to give her a
kiss. Vicky moaned and wiped her angry tears away as she
kissed her nan back. She was about to pull herself back
when Angela wrapped her hands around her head and
continued kissing her, only with slightly more force.
Vicky didn't struggle and opened her mouth willingly as
the old woman pushed her tongue inside. The two sluts
started to make out, moaning and kissing each other
deeply.
"Do you want to know a secret?" Angela whispered in
between kisses. Vicky moaned affirmatively and felt her
nan grab her hand. She guided the young girl's hand
under her skirt and placed the small, soft hand on her
inner thigh. The two of them kept kissing as Vicky slid
her hand up, letting her nan guide her. Suddenly she
moaned louder, surprised that the old whore wasn't
wearing any knickers. Then, to an even greater surprise,
she felt something hard in her fingers, dangling between
Angela's legs.
"Nan! You have a clit piercing too?" She exclaimed
amazed. Angela smiled back at the girl, stood upright
and lifted her skirt. As she was always dressed slutty,
both Jodie and Vicky had seen bits of the old slapper's
body, but this was the first time Vicky got a full view
of the ex-whore's pussy. Angela pulled her lips open a
little, revealing herself completely to her
granddaughter. She had a jewel dangling from her clit
and four small rings through her labia, two on either
side.
"Doesn't that look nice?" Angela asked.
"Wow, nan. That is so sexy." The young girl replied,
mesmerised by the sight of the well-used and pierced
cunt.
Angela took Vicky to sit in the settee and asked her to
explain in detail what happened today. Vicky told her
how she had seen various piercings online. She realised
that at her age it would be very hard to find someone to
do the piercings for her but then she found the perfect
person.
"Who was it?" Angela inquired, getting increasingly
turned on by her granddaughter's tale.
"Well there is one man we all know, who runs a tattoo
parlour in the rough end of the city. And as sleazy as
he might be, I managed to persuade him."
Angela thought about this for a second. "A sleazy tattoo
artist in town?" She said to herself. Then her eyes went
wide. "Not your uncle Frank? That disgusting brother of
your dad?"
Vicky gave her a smug smile. "The very same," she said
proudly.
As the young girl's tale went on, Angela couldn't help
but touch herself and her hands roamed slowly over her
body. Vicky had taken a bus to the roughest end of the
city and found her uncle's tattoo parlour. Against her
mother's will she had sought out her dad a few years ago
and through him she met Frank. Uncle Frank was a petty
criminal, drunkard, tattoo "artist" and all-round slime
ball.
He was a disgusting character to behold, usually dressed
in tracksuits or smelly vests. Most people considered
him to be an utter creep. And it was exactly these
qualities that Vicky liked about him. He was dirty,
ugly, thick and aggressive and the rebellious teen found
him irresistible.
She walked into his parlour, dressed like a pretty,
young slut. She wore colourful neon stockings, a very
short denim skirt, a tight, white tank top and a bright
green bra underneath. All her features and curves were
on display. Her make-up was bright and over the top, and
she wore very bright hoop earrings and other plastic
jewellery. Her entire look screamed "bratty, teenage
tart".
As Angela listened to the description she sat back on
the settee and lifted her skirt up. She was so horny
that she couldn't hide it anymore and brazenly sat next
to Vicky while slowly rubbing her pierced pussy. Vicky
didn't seem put off by the sight of her nan openly
masturbating and so she continued recounting her slutty
adventure.
She found her uncle in the back of the parlour, watching
some sports game and wolfing down a greasy burger. As
usual he was wearing tracksuit bottoms and a heavily
stained vest top. She said hello and it took him a
minute to realise he was looking at his own niece. He
hadn't seen her for over a year and he found it hard to
stare at anything but her round, bouncing tits barely
contained in her tight top.
She noticed the stares of course and loved having such a
reaction on him. They got talking about piercings and
finally she skipped across the room and sat down on the
cushioned table where her uncle practices his "art".
"I would really want to get my nipples pierced, Uncle
Frank." The young girl purred sweetly. "But I'm a little
scared about the pain. And I don't really know what is
involved exactly."
Frank was taken aback a bit and mumbled. "But you're
only 15, Vicky. You can't have piercings yet. Not there
anyway"
With that Vicky pulled her tank top over her head and
now sat before her uncle in her bright green bra. She
often bought her bras a size too small on purpose and
her round boobs almost popped out on their own.
"You mean here? Are you telling me I can have piercings
but not wherever I want?" She said innocently and cupped
her boobs, pushing them together.
"Errr no..." Frank replied, almost drooling. "Not
really."
"Damn. Well can you at least tell me what happens with
nipple piercings, Uncle Frank? You know all about them
and I don't know anything. I don't even know how it's
done or where the piercing goes." She said in a cute
voice.
"Can you show me please? Pretty please, Uncle Frank?"
She almost begged.
The oafish man grunted to himself and she knew his
resistance was crumbling. He rolled his stool across the
floor and came to sit next to her. Vicky reached back
and unclipped her bra but didn't take it off yet. She
leaned back on her elbows, making her chest stand out
prominently and letting her bra rest loosely on her
boobs. Frank just sat there and stared. His eyes roamed
all over her young, soft body.
"I'd love you to show me, Uncle Frank." Vicky purred
again.
"Ohhh Vicky, I-I... shouldn't," he stammered, as his
face turned red with lust.
"Before you said "can't". Now you say "Shouldn't", which
means it's wrong but you want to. You want to, don't you
Uncle? All I really want is the piercings. I promise I
won't tell anyone." Vicky said with a cute smile.
Frank reached out, his big hairy hand hovering over her
body. Slowly he moved it down to her chest and she
nodded as if to say "it's ok. I want you too". His
fingers grasped one of the straps and he slowly pulled
the bra away, revealing her young, perfectly round tits.
Frank moaned under his breath and drops of sweat formed
on his forehead.
He licked his lips as he stared at the young girl. She
looked at his face, at the lust in his eyes. He was an
utterly disgusting man. He smelled awful and his thick
moustache, stubbly chin and fat lips were covered in
greasy fat from endless fast food binges. Vicky looked
upon this fat, slimy man and felt more turned on than
ever before.
Finally Frank reached for her tits and his big fingers
touched her for the first time. He didn't dare to really
grope her yet, so he just felt her tits and caressed
them gently as he started to explain how the piercings
would be done.
He squeezed her nipples gently and told her what it
would feel like when the piercings are in place. When he
was about finished with his explanation Vicky looked him
straight in the eyes. A young, innocent girl meeting the
gaze of a creepy goon.
"That's not the only place I want to get pierced." She
whispered in a sexy voice. Then she gave him that
perfect smile again as she placed her feet in the rests
on the table and slowly opened her legs. Her tiny skirt
fell back automatically, revealing her cute pink
knickers. The sight of her soft thighs and tiny knickers
made Franks jaw literally drop. He looked at his niece.
"Please, Uncle Frank. I really want this. But that one
scares me even more. I don't want to be in agony and
you're the only one who can help me. You're the only one
who can make me feel relaxed enough down there to go for
it." Vicky purred in her cutest voice.
Frank got up and went to stand between her legs at the
end of the table. He reached down over her, flicked her
skirt up and took hold of her knickers.
"Are you sure about this?" He asked her with a hoarse
voice.
Vicky looked down and noticed the big bulge in her
uncle's tracksuit trousers.
"Please, Uncle. You are the only one who can do this for
me. I swear I won't tell anyone. No matter what it takes
for you to help me."
With that Frank slowly pulled her knickers down and let
them drop on the floor next to her other clothes. He
looked down and marvelled at his niece's perfect pussy.
It was young and smooth, it looked so soft and tight but
at the same time clearly broken in. It was gleaming and
shiny with juices.
Vicky just lay back, holding her legs open wide,
completely at her uncle's mercy. Sheer horny lust took
over and the disgusting man grabbed hold of her legs and
pulled her body down the table until her ass sat right
on the edge. Her wet, perfect pussy on display in the
ideal position for him.
Without another word spoken he reached down and let his
trousers and boxers drop around his ankles. At the sight
of his thick, fleshy cock Vicky breathed in sharply. She
had never been with a grown man before and her uncle
Frank turned out to be better endowed that she had
thought. Frank seemingly never got fully hard. His cock
was not overly long but pretty thick and firm and very
fleshy. At the end of his fat, hairy cock sat a slightly
too small head, already dripping with pre-cum. The
greasy man grabbed hold of himself and brought his cock
in line with Vicky's pussy.
The young girl braced herself and bit her lip. She felt
the tip of his cock press between her pussy lips. It
felt cold and wet, however this sensation was quickly
replaced by a burning feeling as her uncle groaned and
let his weight carry himself deep inside her. He leaned
down and let his thick, meaty cock enter her tight hole.
Vicky whimpered, more in excitement than pain. Frank
simply groaned in pleasure as he stretched her pussy and
slowly started to fuck her with deliberate thrusts. Her
young cunt felt so tight and wonderful around his fleshy
tool. Totally lost in the moment, the oaf fucked her
harder and harder.
Sweat poured down his body as he pounded her tiny pussy.
His hairy hands groped their way over her body. He
cupped her round tits in his greasy paws, playing with
her nipples and making her moan. Vicky lay under the
horny monster, knowing there was no escape and that very
idea made her even hornier.
She recounted her erotic adventure in great detail and
grinned as Angela touched herself. The old whore had
three fingers deep inside her big twat and fucked
herself with force as she listened to the tale of Vicky
being stretched by a real man's cock.
Vicky was in heaven. After the initial pain of being
stretched her pussy now felt amazing. She felt so warm
and stretched and filled. She moaned in pleasure and
whispered things like "God yes, fuck me, Uncle Frank!"
and "Don't stop, your cock feels so good!"
Frank however didn't even hear her. He just pinned her
soft body down under him and pounded away. He was
grunting like a blubbery sea lion bull, humping the
poor, innocent girl's pussy into oblivion. He started
burping and drooling down his lips. The disgusting
smells drove Vicky over the edge and she screamed as her
tight pussy contracted into a massive climax. Frank
slowed down as her orgasm finished and looked at the
young girl.
"If you want your pussy pierced, there shouldn't be any
cum in you." He groaned.
Vicky understood exactly what the dirty man was trying
to do and went along with it.
Without even blinking she said "You can cum in my mouth,
Uncle."
The large man grinned and pulled himself out of her.
Vicky slid down the table and squatted before him. His
cock was shiny with pre-cum and juices. It was fat and
fleshy and looked so disgustingly gorgeous. Without
hesitating, Vicky parted her lips and took her uncle
inside her mouth. She sucked him slowly, passionately,
taking as much of his meat into her mouth as she could
manage. It didn't take long before Frank grunted loudly
and grabbed hold of her head.
Like a proper slut, she held his cock in place as it
pumped load after load of thick cum into her mouth. The
whole experience was such an unbelievable and unexpected
turn on for Frank that there seemed to be no end to his
spunk. He filled her mouth and still kept cumming.
Slowly the thick white liquid started to ooze from the
corner of Vicky's mouth.
Her uncle's cum ran down her lips and dripped onto her
round tits. Finally he finished and pulled his softening
cock from her mouth. Vicky stood up and gave her uncle a
look of pure innocence. Her big brown eyes met his as
she swallowed, swallowed again, smiled and then proudly
showed him her empty mouth.
Frank found some towels to clean themselves up and after
a few minutes to recover, agree to give Vicky the
piercings she desired. As she was finishing her story,
she stripped out of her clothes and showed Angela the
piercings. Two simple bars through each nipple with red
beads on the ends and a very shiny red jewel pendant
hanging from her clit.
Angela had been masturbating furiously as the story went
on and when she saw her naked granddaughter showing of
her piercings, she reached a tremendous orgasm. The old
woman moaned and shuddered.
Finally she pulled her fingers from her cunt and brought
them up to her face. Just as she was about to lick them,
Vicky reached out and grabbed her Nan's hand. She bent
down and stuck the ends of Angela's fingers in her mouth
and moaned softly as she tasted them. Then with a wink
and a smile she picked up her clothes and skipped out of
the room.
Angela sat back, thinking about the incredibly erotic
story she just heard and sucked her fingers clean. She
sat there for a long while, savouring the taste of her
own cunt, the moment where she made out with Vicky for
the first time and knowing that her granddaughter was on
the right path to become a complete slut, just like her.
To be continued...
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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