Chapter 1 - The Beginning

Just like her parents, Fiona Hall was an only child and they both doted on her throughout her early childhood. She had been a very happy, young, girl, when a few months after her seventh birthday her world collapsed and her father died from a heart attack at the early age of thirty seven. Her mother went to pieces and before long began drinking to drown her sorrows and neglecting Fiona's welfare. The long downward spiral had begun and her mother quickly became an alcoholic. Within three years of her Father's death, her mother met and became heavily involved with a man that Fiona did not like at all.

John Seddon liked little girls. The younger the better and how he acquired them to sate his lust didn't matter. He first noticed Fiona and her mother in the local supermarket a few days into the New Year and was immediately attracted to the pretty little girl. With her budding chest just pressing her nipples through the tight pink top she was wearing, she exuded a childish ignorance of her sexuality. The mini skirt displayed her already shapely legs and her early pubescent shape made his cock harden at the thought of her naked body bouncing up and down on top of him.

Her mother, Brenda, though out of shape, was a very good looking woman, with huge tits and nice long shapely legs. He could imagine what Fiona would look like when she grew up, minus the extra four stones in weight. Brenda didn't appear to care how she dressed, seemingly not interested in her clothes or her physical appearance. It cried out as being someone with a total lack of self-interest. She was well overweight with an unkempt appearance that indicated her self-image was of little importance to her. With no rings on her fingers, it made him wonder what her actual status was.

She wore a skirt that cut into her waist, giving her a double waistline, accentuated by the excess flesh spilling over the waistband. She was spilling out of the low cut top that her nipples were bursting through whenever she bent over the freezers to select various items. She gave him a free view of her stomach roll and a deep cleavage as her braless tits almost freed themselves each time she stooped over. It was not the sexiest of views, but it was the reaction of Fiona that interested him the most. That she was embarrassed was obvious and he was close enough to overhear their conversation.

"Mum, you're spilling out again!" she said with a complete feeling of despair. Obviously, this was a fairly common event.

"Ohhh so what? Nobody is looking. How else can I get what we need?" her mother retorted, pushing herself back upright and adjusting her boobs back into her top. Her nipples were hard now having reacted to the cold air from the freezer.

"But Mum, you always do this. Don't you have any self respect? Anyone could see you. It's so embarrassing and your nipples are sticking out too" she almost whispered the words "nipples" as though it was a bad word to use

"If you've got it flaunt it!" her mother replied "anyway, no-one is interested in looking at my boobs young lady. I'm too old and fat to be attractive to a man. You're too sensitive and the way you overreact at times is ridiculous." Her mother's admonishment failed to placate her though.

"Ever since Dad died, you've just let yourself go Mum. You just don't care anymore. About anything or anyone" Fiona was deeply upset.

"I don't need a lecture from you young lady. So just don't go there. Just keep quiet and let me live my life how I want to." She bent down at the waist to her daughter and then pushed her tits together in her face. "One day you'll have a pair like these and when you do, that's when you can tell me what I should do! Until then, you're just a child and remember that."

Fiona was appalled at her mother's behaviour in public and began to blush. The odour of alcohol on her mother's breath was evidence enough that she had already had a few drinks that morning. The drink was the main problem though her mother would never agree with that. She was a classic alcoholic in denial and she didn't have a problem, despite the two bottles of vodka in the trolley.

"Don't let me forget to get tonic water will you?" and her mind was back on her own needs and not those of her daughter.

John smiled to himself. This was just the opportunity he needed. He would introduce himself somehow and then start to begin the process of getting the daughter into bed. If that meant fucking the mother along the way then that would not be too much hardship. It was the daughter that was the target.

He followed them around the supermarket and slowly developed his idea. Moving down a parallel aisle, he got to the top and then peered around the corner to locate them. They were once again having words and Brenda wasn't concentrating on the direction she was pushing the trolley. John smiled and pushed his trolley out in front of her as she reached his position, adding weight to the collision as she clattered into him. John fell down as though he had been slammed to the floor.

"Oh! I am so sorry!" she cried as she witnessed this apparent crash "are you ok?" she asked as she bent down to help him up.

In just a second of time, he looked long into her fabulous cleavage, taking in the dark nipple rings as they strained for release through the thin material of her top. She was squatting in her attempt to help him up and her thighs were parted to display her hold up stockings and a flash of red knickers. He smiled inwardly, mentally deciding that she wouldn't wear any of the latter once she was his. She helped him to his feet, continually apologising for her clumsiness and for what she had done.

"It's all your fault, Fiona. If you hadn't been arguing with me I would have seen this man and avoided him!" and Fiona was speechless "Now, apologise to him for what has happened" and she gave him a smile of reassurance.

John looked at mother and daughter and fought back an open smile of victory. The mother was blaming her daughter and expected the child to willingly take the blame.

"Come on now, Fiona, apologise" and she gripped Fiona by the shoulder and pointed her in the direction of John. "Say you're 'Sorry' to him"

Fiona looked at her mother and then across to John and then uttered a very low

"Sorry"

"That's a good girl" cooed Brenda "you're not hurt are you?" she then proceeded to enquire of him, obviously worried he may sue her for any injuries he may have sustained. "Is there anything I can do to help" and she looked into his eyes.

John's moment had arrived. How he chose to use it was the crucial factor.

"Oh, I think I'm fine. There doesn't appear to be any harm done. Suppose it's a bit like a car accident. Should we exchange addresses and details just in case?" and as he spoke he allowed his eyes to wander over her body, giving her no doubt about his obvious enjoyment in what he was looking at.

Brenda took in a deep breath and put her hand across her chest to calm herself down from his visual inspection. Her chest rose with her deep intake of breath and this caused her boobs to lift and her nipples to strain against their confinement. She felt flustered. She hadn't had such a blatant male reaction for a long time and since her husband's death, she had given up all thoughts of ever having a man show interest in her. She toyed with her hair.

"Would that be the proper thing to do then?" she asked, her eyes smiling though she wasn't aware of her change in body language.

"I believe so. Perhaps we should have a coffee after we've done the shopping to exchange details? I can meet you in the café" and he gave her an inquisitive look

Fiona was appalled at this developing performance and pulled at her mother's skirt

"Mum, we have to get back home" wanting her mother to end this conversation. She gave the stranger a hostile stare.

"Yes, I think that would be a good idea" Brenda heard herself replying, with a voice that she hardly realised was hers.

"See you a little later then" John told her and then pushed his trolley away "I'll be waiting for you" and then he smiled and winked.

Brenda flushed with a thrill she had forgotten she could experience. She began to preen herself and Fiona looked at her with disdain.

"Mum! What are you doing? You don't know him and you're acting like you're my age. You've always told me not to speak to strangers and that's what you've just done"

"Well, I'm an adult and you're a child. Right now I have to have a coffee with him to make sure he's ok and that he won't be inclined to sue me for injuring him"

"There's nothing wrong with him. And the way he looked you over. It was disgusting Mum!" Fiona was mortified at her mother's actions.

"Enough of that! Just be quiet. You are not my keeper. There are things that could happen here that you are not aware of and I have to make sure everything is ok" and with that they completed their shopping.

They met for coffee and Brenda sat opposite him, providing him with superb views of her tits and nipples. She found herself performing to his eyes, using her upper arms to squeeze her boobs together to form a deep welcoming cleavage and even at one point leaning right forward so that her nipples were clearly visible to his searching gaze. Fiona was deeply upset by all this but kept her thoughts to herself. Eventually telephone numbers were exchanged and John promised to call her.

He did, three nights later. He had given Brenda enough time to wonder whether he would call or not. After all, he didn't want to appear too eager. Brenda's heart raced when she heard his voice. Fiona immediately realised who it was by her mother's body language. Playing with her hair and licking her lips as she spoke with him. Although it was only half the conversation, Fiona had enough intelligence to complete the missing words for herself. Her mother was flirting with this stranger and saying some outrageous things that made Fiona cringe. The fact that her mother was again drunk and had no inhibitions at that time was obvious. The conversation became quite intense and sexual.

"How do you know I wear stockings?" was one of Brenda's responses, then

"Did I really, well I'll have to be careful I don't show them in public like that again won't I" referring to her squatting before him in the supermarket.

"You like a woman to wear stockings then do you?" she asked him and in response to his answer

"Seamed? They are so old fashioned. Are you serious?" Fiona didn't like where this was going but refused to leave the room.

"Yes, I'd wear seamed stockings for you. I'd have to get some though as I don't have any."

"Yes, I have a black suspender belt. I haven't worn it for a long time so it probably won't fit me now so it'll mean getting another one. It'll be strange dressing like that again." Brenda was wet between the legs now though Fiona was unaware of her state.

"What? Are you serious? No bra and a see through blouse? Honest, is that how you want me to dress? Like a tart?" Fiona was really appalled at this conversation.

"No, don't go daring me to dress like a tart. I always respond to dares by proving the other person wrong and doing just that. So, I tell you now that I won't be bothered at all going out dressed like that, ok"

"That's an outrageous thing to say. You don't even know me. Besides, I might get cold with no knickers on"

"Have I got pubic hair? Of course I do." Brenda was laughing at his suggestions on the other end of the telephone. "You honestly think I would shave it off for a first date? You've got no chance. Maybe on a second but anyway, how would you know if I didn't shave?" Brenda convulsed into laughter at his reply.

"You naughty boy, you can't say things like that. Unless you mean it and I'm sure you do, so I had best be a good girl hadn't I and shave it off for you?"

"Tomorrow night? OK. Want to pick me up? Ok. See you tomorrow night then, about 7.30ish? Ok. Bye" and she put down the phone with a smug smile on her face whilst Fiona looked at her mother and shook her head.

The following evening, Fiona was watching television when Brenda walked into the lounge ready for John to arrive. Fiona took one look at her and could not believe what she was seeing.

"Mum! You can't go out like that. You look like a tart! What will the neighbours say? What if you see someone you know? Please mum, don't go out like that" Fiona pleaded, tears forming in her eyes.

"What's your problem?" Brenda asked, her voice worse for wear with the amount of alcohol she had already consumed "John will appreciate the effort I've gone to. You mark my words he'll like what he sees. Besides Fiona, I deserve a bit of fun and I think John will make me feel good too."

Fiona looked long and hard at her mother and found herself shaking her head in disapproval. Her face was made up like a doll with thick blue eye shadow, even thicker black mascara and bright red lipstick. She was wearing a sheer black blouse, a size too small and her clearly visible braless tits were straining to free themselves from the constriction. Brenda's 40DD bust on her size 16 body looked absolutely gigantic.

The satin red skirt was too tight and again her stomach was forced over the waistband into a roll of flesh that looked anything but inviting. The skirt was far too short for someone her shape, barely covering her black stocking tops and being unlined satin, clung to her suspender straps and thighs, so that her stockings and straps were clearly outlined. Her 4" stiletto heels, a bright garish scarlet, contrasted with the black nylons. She walked past Fiona to the window to look out and it became evident that Brenda was wearing seams.

'Oh Mum, they are so tarty!" Fiona was almost crying with embarrassment

"What? These?" Brenda queried, as she posed with her leg held straight "He said he preferred women to wear seams so I told him I would. Should please him don't you think?" and then she turned to face her daughter.

Brenda shucked her skirt up until it was mid thigh, displaying her naked cunt to her daughters gaze.

"No knickers either! I am bad aren't I" Brenda laughed "and no hair there either. I've decided to be prepared for anything that may happen tonight" and then she poured herself another large vodka "Be a sweetie and get me some tonic will you?"

Fiona went to get a small bottle and gave it to her mother who quickly added a splash and downed the glassful in one gulp before refilling it. Fifteen minutes later, Brenda had consumed four vodkas and small dash of tonic. Then John arrived and Brenda moved quickly to the door, almost forgetting her coat in her eagerness to leave, not that she would need to wear it as it was a warm May evening. She stood at the front door, straightened her hair, checked her make-up, straightened her seams and adjusted her tits for best effect. A look in the mirror and then one at Fiona and

"Wish me luck?" she asked and Fiona hugged her drunken mother and kissed her cheek

"Be careful Mum" and smiled as good a smile of reassurance as she could.

The doorbell rang and Brenda opened the door. John's face reacted at the sight of Brenda's big juicy DD tits greeting him and then she did a slow twirl, to display her seams and heels to best effect. She felt wonderful and sexy. John looked at her and thought "what a fucking fat tart" and then looked at Fiona hovering in the background and felt his cock harden at the view of this gorgeous little creature. Hook the mother, then land the daughter, those were his thoughts as he ushered a very tipsy Brenda to his warm car.

His destination was a small inn out in the countryside, well away from the town. The initial conversation was trivial and as soon as they were clear of the town, John placed his hands on Brenda's thigh and began to caress it. She wanted to remove it so as to keep events from going too far too soon, but her inebriated state prevented her from doing just that. His caressing became more insistent as he continued to chat with her and then he deepened his voice and said

"Open your legs for me!"

Brenda felt compelled to obey and spread her thighs as far apart as her tight skirt would allow, her suspenders and stocking tops clearly displayed to him. His hand slipped between her legs and stroked her hairless mound.

"You fucking Slut! No knickers and you've shaved! What an obedient cunt you are going to be!" He crowed, running his fingers along her wet slit.

Brenda arched her back as he inserted a finger and began to frig her cunt. Her breathing became loud and heavy. She had not been touched there for long time and the sensations were driving her wild. She pushed against his exploring fingers and raised her buttocks off the seat to accommodate his exploration of her soaking wet sex.

"Pull your skirt right up so I can see you clearly"

She did her best, but the tight skirt could only go half way up her fleshy legs, so that it restricted her thighs from being opened wide. John was frustrated at this.

"Fucking Bitch! Get that skirt unzipped and drop it to the floor and then open those legs wide!" he commanded and Brenda did as she was ordered. She unzipped, shook and struggled her skirt over her hips and dropped it to the floor, sitting there in suspenders, seams and heels from the waist down.

He looked at her as she opened her legs and spread them wide apart. He cupped her sex and nipped her cunt lips between his fingers making her yelp and moan with the pleasurable sensations now coursing through her body.

"You horny slut! You're ready to fuck already aren't you?"

"Yes." She moaned "You can fuck me whenever you want to. You do want to don't you?" she answered, hardly believing her own words

John turned off the road and drove some distance along it until he reached a convenient lay-by, off the road. He switched off, unfastened both seat belts and then deftly unbuttoned her blouse, freeing her tits. He crushed them in his hands, chewed both nipples and sucked hard on them so that she was soon reacting wildly, begging him not to stop, to fuck her, to do whatever he wanted. He did just that. Sitting back up, he pulled her down into his crotch.

"Get my cock into your mouth. Now!"

Brenda was drunk. But not so drunk that she couldn't realise what was happening to her. She unzipped him, fished inside and released his thickening cock. She devoured it. Sucking it deep into her mouth whilst wanking the stem. She cupped his balls and used them as a leverage point to feed his long thick cock in and out of her mouth. It had been too long since she had last done this. She was insatiable with desire and very expertly brought him to the edge of cumming.

"Get out of the car and get around the front." John told her,

"But it's freezing out there!" she told him

"Just get out!" he growled and joined her outside.

He turned her around, bent her face down across the bonnet and rammed his cock into her open cunt. She squealed as he penetrated her with a force that took her breath away. He fucked her. Despite the cold wind, the black night added to the elicit excitement of what he was doing to her and Brenda thrust back to meet his forceful ramming cock and squeezed with her cunt muscles to increase both their pleasures. Through her drunken haze, she was aware of the sounds of their grunting and also that of the wind rustling through the trees and the occasional light and sound of a car driving past.

"You really are a fucking slut Brenda. What are you?" he demanded, screwing his cock in deep

"I'm a fucking slut!" she responded, her breathing in short gasps

"Yes, and sluts get well and truly fucked don't they?" he continued

"Yes they do, they get fucked!" she replied

John slapped her hard across her arse, continuing to pump in and out of her cunt.

"Say 'Sir' when you answer me." Another slap, followed by a whelp "what happens to Sluts?"

"They get fucked Sir!" she responded, crying out as he mauled her tits between his hands.

By now, John had stripped off her blouse and had her on her back on the warm bonnet of the car, his hands full of 40DD tit and his cock buried all the way into her willing cunt.

"Open those legs wide apart! Use your fingers to pull your cunt lips open to give me better access!" he pistoned his cock into her, slamming his balls against her arse cheeks.

She opened her legs wide in a "V" shape, put her hands around her plump rump and pulled her self open for him. John rammed it in even deeper and Brenda groaned at the full sensation it gave her. John took each nipple into his mouth and brutally sucked and chewed. Brenda shrieked with both pain and delight as she felt her orgasm beginning to rise through her. She had never been so thoroughly and totally fucked as she was now. Her drunken state releasing her inhibitions and allowing her to respond to his forceful demands took her over the top and she erupted.

"Fucking hell" she wailed 'Oh yes! Fuck Me! Fuck me harder! Don't stop! Make me cum and cum!" She shook and shuddered into a second orgasm of even greater intensity.

John then pulled out and relocated his cock at her puckering rosehole. A hard, determined push and he was inside her arsehole. She screamed with the pain and attempted to free herself but he held her down and proceeded to slide his cock in deep, gathering momentum as he reamed her tight sphincter.

"Please, not there! I've never done that before. Please stop!" beseeching, imploring him to stop.

He ignored her moans and fucked her in the ass, making her scream with the intensity of her anal rape.

"Beg me to stop. Plead with me." He offered

"Please Sir. Please don't fuck me in the arse anymore. It hurts so much. I beg you. Please stop. Please!"

He was almost there and at the last moment he pulled out and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her to her knees.

"Take it in your mouth and swallow!" he demanded, shoving his cock into her open orifice.

He erupted and shot a heavy hot sticky jet into her throat. Brenda had never let anyone cum her mouth before, let alone swallow a load, but she was compelled to do as she was told. With a loud, guttural groan she opened her throat and took his load into her stomach.

"Seems like you've had your sweet before your main course tonight" he said and Brenda laughed at his joke with her mouth full of cock. "Get dressed and we'll get to the restaurant"

From that moment on Brenda was hooked. She was his to be used as he wished, his slut, his tart, his whore. Since her husband's death she had lost all her own self respect, lost her direction in life and had slid into the trough of depression, taking to the bottle for solace and avoiding everything she could to make any decision or take any responsibility. Now she had found someone who had taken a great interest in her and who found her sexually attractive. She inwardly beamed in self satisfaction.

John, however, was pleased for other reasons. The first obstacle was over. Despite having to pretend enjoying fucking this fat, out of shape woman, he knew that his intended pleasure was one step closer. Fiona was now definitely within his grasp. All he had to do was string this woman along and the end result would soon be his.

Over dinner they chatted and laughed. For Brenda it was fun, for John it was an act. True, she had a great pair of tits. True, she was so taken with him that she would in time do anything to keep and please him. So, he flirted, he praised and he made her feel like she was the only woman on the face of the planet. At the end of the evening, as she sat in his car outside her house, she opened her blouse and presented her tits to him, held in her hands as an offering.

"These are yours to do with as you wish. All of me is yours if you want me" and she awaited his response in the hope he would respond favourably.

"Yes, Brenda I want you, all of you, but totally. I want you as my obedient plaything. My slut and whore for the future. Is that what you also want?" he asked, tracing his fingers over her nipples and making her shudder.

"Oh yes, John, Yes! I want to be yours in any way you want me to be. I will be obedient. I never thought I could feel this way again"

He squeezed her nipples tightly and she moaned. She never realised just how submissive she could be but even through her drunken haze she knew it was what she wanted. She ran her hands over his cock and squeezed it.

"Do you want me to suck it" Right now?" she enquired

"Yes you fucking tramp. Right now" he replied

Brenda gave him a blow job of consummate performance right there in his car on the street outside her house and she didn't care who witnessed her willingness to pleasure her new man. She sucked and licked and wanked until she tasted his pre-cum and felt his cock tremble and his breathing increase. At the moment of his eruption he grabbed her by the hair, and sprayed his cum all over her face, directing it to splatter all over her tits. Brenda practically came too and as she regained her still drunken posture heard him say,

"Now keep your blouse open and don't clean my cum off your face until after you have said hello to Fiona"

She took a deep breath before replying

"But she's only ten. She won't understand why I would do that. I'll walk to the house like this for you but please don't make me let her see me like this. Please John"

She screamed as he slapped her hard across her tits.

"You'll do as I tell you and don't ever refuse me!" he shouted and then leaned across her to open the door and pushed her out

"And don't cover those tits up as you walk to the door. I'm watching you!"

Brenda was confused but being half fogged from the drink, walked to her door with her tits hanging out and cum dripping from her face. She turned to face him, lifted her tits as a salute in farewell to him and then opened the door and went inside. John was pleased that he had managed to go so far as he had that night. The rest would be simple.

Brenda closed the door behind her and leant with her back against it. Her mind was filled with images and lascivious thoughts of John. She lifted the hem of her skirt and began to masturbate as she did so, her breathing coming in sharp staccato bursts as her fingers delved inside her cunt and played with her clit. She was so far gone she was ignorant of the young shape of her daughter watching this from the landing.

Fiona didn't know what her mother was doing but could see that she was enjoying it. Her mother's tits and face were dripping cum and she was trembling as her orgasm built and then a low moan came from her increasing to a loud wail as it overtook her. Brenda bucked and groaned out her pleasure as she continued to finger herself. Suddenly she was aware of a figure standing before her and realised it was Fiona. Even then she didn't stop.

"Mmmmm!! This is wonderful Fiona. When you grow up you will know what I mean. MMmmmmm. Oh yes! Yes! MMnnnnmm."

Fiona saw the state of her mother and looked on in total disgust. Her face and tits were covered with something sticky and her blouse was wide open and her nipples were hard and erect. Moreover, she was so drunk she could hardly stand or even comprehend her surroundings.

"You're going to love him too Fiona. Believe me you are." Brenda slurred, not realising the full truth of her statement. That would be exactly what would happen in the fullness of time

Brenda shuffled into the lounge and poured herself another drink. She was content. Fiona looked on and left her mother to herself as she lay back on the settee with her legs open wide and her hands continuing to play with herself Fiona feared for the future but at her age what could she do about it?