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. 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 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 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.

Vito knew the time was right to get JoAnne on the payroll. She would become his golden goose. Vito was very persuasive. He said the money was good. Hadn't she noticed that her mom was now wearing nicer clothes and could afford elegant jewelry? After a few months working for him, he told her, she would be able to afford a car of her own. That is what closed the deal.

JoAnne began turning tricks regularly in the spring before graduation. Her grades suffered but her bank account blossomed.

The first man she met became known as "Sugar Daddy." That's what she called him. Real names were never mentioned. She did him a half dozen times before he said she would be better off with a younger guy. Younger guys that could afford her service didn't exist. Most men were over forty.

The oldest man she serviced was seventy-three. Grandpa, as she called him, was sweet and kind. It took some time for him to get it up, and he never got really hard but stiff enough to get it in. His cum sort of dribbled out but in the end, he was happy and generous.

While JoAnne had appointments with individual clients, her mother was doing group sex, servicing bachelor parties or being the lady of attention before or after big athletic events. She didn't have her daughter's youth or body but she still had a nice set of tits, an attractive face, and a winning smile. Peggy Jo was also very adept at having multiple partners each night. She might do four or five guys at a party and occasionally take on three or four at a time. She became known as DP Peggy. The money kept rolling in.

Vito called JoAnne after she had been with a man who called himself Woody. Vito said Woody was unhappy that JoAnne wouldn't do anal. "You know JoAnne, he's one of our best customers. Why won't you do anal?" he asked.

"Because it hurts, Vito."

"Have you done it?"

"Well, not really but it seems like it would hurt."

"I don't get it, Kid. You barely whimpered when Pedro pierced your clit."

"That was different. He numbed me, and it only took a few seconds."

"Okay, we can take care of that. I have a plan."

Vito gave her a "starter" butt plug, and told her to go to bed at night with it in her ass. It was thin, soft and flexible. She hardly knew it was inside her. He said to wear it on her next date. She did as he asked and found guys loved fucking her with the plug in. She was beginning to like it too.

Each week after that, he gave her a new and larger plug saying to wear it all day. Eventually she was up to a large fat plug that took lots of lube and a couple of minutes to get in. The final week she tried a vibrating plug that she liked very much.

"Okay now," Vito said. "You're ready for the real deal," and he took her to an abandoned house and fucked her ass. She was no longer an anal virgin. Anal sex doubled her income.

A year after JoAnne had graduated from high school, college was nowhere in sight. The money was too good to pass up. She sat down with her mom and said she was tired of giving Vito a cut of their work, and they should move to Nevada and become independent contractors. Her mom agreed. They packed and left for Nevada the next week.

Peggy Jo found work at a brothel several miles outside of Vegas. JoAnne became a stripper at a small family owned casino. She would do lap dances and as a favor to the owner, service some of their best customers. It was only a start and the tips were good.

Peggy Jo had been with enough men to recognize that men weren't always the tigers in bed they would like to be. It's part of the macho male not to admit certain sexual deficiencies but a whore knows. Peggy Jo sensed that a good business would be a sexual health center. Her daughter agreed.

With the money they had saved, a small business loan, and help from the Affordable Health Care Act, they opened a clinic in Las Vegas. They called it Jo & Jo's Wellness Center. Their purpose was to help males achieve the sexual satisfaction they sought. It was at a discrete location in a building that formerly housed Planned Parenthood. They had a website and posters on brothel bulletin boards as well as in strip joints.

A collection of sex toys, machines and "wellness" products were purchased, cock enhancers, vibrators, masturbators, e-stim tens units, prostrate stimulators, fucking machines and the most expensive by Sybian, Venus 2000 sucking masturbator and a Sybian vibrating machine for the prostate.

The most common sexual dysfunction was premature ejaculation. There were mainly two causes. First is an over stimulation of the male mind or an overactive libido. To counter this, the clinic showed porn videos while stimulating the man's cock with a tens unit called e-stim. Each time it appeared a man was ready to cum, the clinician would turn up the volume to a nearly torturous level. It was a little like Pavlov's Dog experiments in reverse. The man didn't get a reward but received shocks conditioning him to concentrate on the pain rather than the reward of ejaculating.

In milder cases, they used pressure points. When the man's cock began to twitch, they applied aggressive pressure on it like a blood pressure cuff. Several treatments were always necessary and at the end of each session, he was encouraged to extend the time it took him to cum. The first session was timed, usually in seconds and became a baseline for future sessions. Following several treatments, a successful patient would be able to use a vibrating masturbator for fifteen minutes before spilling his load.

The second cause was an overly sensitive penis. Patients were advised to try condoms and were sold a variety of salves and ointments. In extreme cases, dulling an erection took on something like a masochistic treatment. An erect cock was submerged in painfully hot water. Sometimes his balls and cock were repeatedly wrapped with gauze saturated with a mixture of 91% isopropyl alcohol and isothiocyanate. The burning sensation had it's desired effect. Most men couldn't stay hard for more than thirty seconds.

There were always men who wanted penis enlargement. Jo & Jo's sold a variety of enhancers, sleeves, extenders, injectors, stretchers and pumps but none were guaranteed to work. They even sold a few penis weights and hangers to women for their husbands or lover. It was a good business.

As for guarantees, their best customers were guaranteed a girl at the end of their treatments. JoAnne was often that girl. Tips were not included. The business flourished and new girls were hired.

The girl that was their secretary, Betty Lou, and part time clinician asked Peggy Jo, "Why are we wasting all of this fresh cum? I know a doctor that sells donated sperm on the black market. We should save these samples and sell them to him."

That's how they became sperm donors. Using a special cap on the end of the penis, they were able to capture a limitless supply of sperm that were sold to the doctor at a very profitable price. Patients occasionally asked why they used the sperm capture cap? It was explained as a way to measure volume. The men accepted the explanation.

In some cases, Peggy Jo bypassed the treatment and simply milked the man of both his cum and his money. One method was to hook a guy's cock and balls with electrodes and connect it to a tens machine. It was hands free and produced a flow of semen directly into a sterile vial that was immediately sealed, sent to the doctor and frozen. Several men preferred being on hands and knees while the clinician milked him from behind, much like a cow. That procedure normally included prostate stimulation as well.

Another favorite was the milking table that was a glory hole on a table top. The patient would lie on the table flat on his stomach with his cock and balls inserted in the hole. A technician would then milk him from underneath saving his cum in specially designed cups.

By the third year into their business venture, it was a solid business. Men came to the clinic from every state and many foreign countries. That included a surprise visit from her son Bubba. He was in town for a week with friends and decided to visit Mom. The minute she saw him walk in the clinic, she could see he was a clone of his daddy. He had the same body build, smile and muscular hands.

She welcomed him with a hug although she hadn't seen him in ten years. Peggy Jo said that Beverly would take care of him. He asked for the milking table. Beverly was the practitioner that worked the table when she wasn't dealing with a customer in the back room. He stripped naked and Peggy Jo immediately noticed the similarities between his legs to her ex. Bubba was Arnie's kid.

Bubba was on the table for a long time taking twenty minutes or more before Beverly came to her office to present Peggy Jo with Bubba's cup. "What took so long, Beverly?"

"I don't know. I did every trick to get him to cum. He just wouldn't but when he did, well, take a look," and she held up a cup nearly overflowing.

That certainly wasn't like his daddy, meaning his slow response time, yet the massive volume he produced was identical.

This whole episode had Peggy Jo recalling how much alike her son was to his daddy. During an afternoon pool party their senior year in high school, Arnie took her into the forest, ripped off her bikini and came in her three times. PJ smiled as she remembered going home with her pussy filled and squisy, and their juices streaming down her legs. A month later she told Arnie she thought she was pregnant. She was. Bubba was born a healthy eight pounds with indications that his equipment would be like his daddy's.

Apparently Bubba had a condition called delayed ejaculation. It was uncommon, but they had a few men with the same condition. Peggy Jo said they could help, but he needed to come back to the clinic each day he was in town.

JoAnne was told by her mom to take a vacation. Peggy Jo knew her son lusted for his half sister and the feeling was mutual. She didn't want Jo & Jo's to be charged with incest. They were already dealing with several legal claims, and they didn't need one more.

Bubba returned each day for a week with remarkable results. On the third appointment, Peggy Jo asked Beverly for the sperm cup. Beverly said she didn't have it. "Why not, Beverly?"

With a sheepish grin she said, "I got thirsty."

"Well, I hope it was appetizing."

"Yummy, better than my usual coffee break," as Beverly licked her lips.

"I understand, but try not to do it again. Bubba is our most prolific donor."

At the next to last session, he was able to cum after only seven minutes. Then on the final day, Beverly took him in the back room for what she called a final exam.

Before leaving Vegas, Bubba asked his mom if there was a place for him in the family business. He was temporarily out of work and needed a job. She said maybe, but she had to think about it. Peggy Jo talked with her daughter, and they decided to hire Bubba as a kind of Vito, in other words, a pimp.