Jo woke up with a strange sense of euphoria. The night before with Jason was very different compared to any other experience with him, and she couldn't help but wonder,
how can I use this to my advantage?
She did her normal morning routine, making herself a coffee and smoking a cigarette out of her window. She was nearly finished with it too when her phone started to ring.
Jo's heart beat faster when she saw it was her son, Tom, calling her again.
I have to answer it.
No matter what the conversation would be, Jo couldn't hide from her son any longer.
"Hello?" She said as she put it to her ear.
"Mum?" Tom said, his voice angry, and Jo panicked even more.
"Hey, what's up?" She asked, attempting to remain calm.
"Ryan came to see me the other day," He told her,
oh no.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?! You were sleeping with one of my best friends!"
There it was. It had come out.
"Tom." Jo whispered, not knowing what to say.
"First you leave dad, and I still don't know why!" He shouted down the phone. "Then I find out you're fucking my friend! What kind of mother are you!?"
Something snapped in Jo when her son said that to her. The old Joanne would've rolled over and taken it, but no, Jo wouldn't. Jo was growing a backbone.
"Do not speak to me like that!" Jo shouted back.
In all his life, Jo had never raised her voice at him.
"What?" Tom asked back, clearly shocked by his mother's tone.
"I am still your mother, and you do not talk or swear at me like that! Do you understand?" She shouted, the rage boiling up inside her.
"You're seriously having a go at me now?" He asked.
"Yes!" Jo shouted. "You want the truth, Tom, you want to know what's been going on?"
To be honest, Jo didn't even know what she was going to say. She was getting dangerously lost in her anger.
"I think I deserve to be in the loop when you're sleeping with my friend." He said, his tone calming down.
"Fine then," Jo shouted. "If you think you're mature enough to know."
Jo took a deep breath, not wanting her anger to take over too much.
"I left your father because I didn't love him," She said. "We haven't been happy for a long time, but we stayed together. I couldn't force it anymore, so I left. And Ryan, yes, that was a mistake, and I'm sorry. It should never have happened. But I am a woman, and I have needs that have not been met in a long time, and Ryan was nice to me. Do I not deserve to get what I want at least some of the time?!"
"Mum." Tom gasped, clearly shocked by her outburst.
"No!" Jo shouted, not letting him speak, "You wanted to know this! For once in my life, I did something for myself! I did what made me happy. You don't know what that's like because your father and I have worked damn hard to give you everything you could ever want! You have no idea the things I have had to do for you!"
Tom didn't say anything. The pause just meant Jo had time to keep going.
"You, you go and have your fun with your friends. You do what you want when you want. I have had to do things no person should ever have to do, and it has all been to protect you! And you couldn't give a shit about how I feel!" Jo shouted.
Her hands were uncontrollably shaking.
"Mum, calm down." Tom whispered.
"Don't tell me to calm down!" She screamed back. "You drink, have fun, do whatever you want. You fuck whores in some random guy's basement while I don't stop! I work, I slave. I have to fight with every inch of my being just to get up in the morning!"
Jo's breathing became erratic, and tears started streaming down her eyes. She wasn't upset, but all of her emotions were coming to the surface in one go.
"Mum..." Tom whispered, "Why did you say that about the basement?"
Oh no.
In her anger, Jo didn't even realise what she said.
Her anger quickly washed away and was replaced with a flood of regret.
"I have to go Tom," She said bluntly. "Do not call me if you just want to shout at me again."
She quickly hung up the phone and collapsed onto her bed.
What have I done?! Why did I fucking have to say that! I'm so stupid!!
Jo half expected Tom to call her back and was relieved when he didn't.
For half an hour she sat there, attempting to calm down all of her wild emotions, but it was no use. She felt so sick from shaking so much that she actually ran to the bathroom and threw up into the toilet.
I need to get myself together,
she thought as she cleaned herself off.
The only thing Jo thought she could do was forget about it, and she had become good at that.
She left Tom in the back of her mind and thought about what do with Jason and Claire.
She was clearly withholding sex from him because of his gambling problem, and Jason, strangely, wasn't the usual cunt with Jo when he was around.
That was when an idea popped into her head.
She picked her phone back up and began to call Claire.
"What do you want, cunt?" Claire said groggily as she answered the phone.
"Hi Mistress, is everything okay?" Jo asked, putting on her nicest voice.
"I asked you a fucking question." Claire grunted again.
"Oh, I'm sorry Mistress," Jo replied. "It's just... I'm horny, and I haven't seen you in a few days... I was wondering..." But then Claire hung up the phone.
Fuck, that didn't go how I wanted it to.
Once again, Jo tried to put it to the back of her mind and got ready for her shift at the strip club, putting on fish net stocking, a short skirt, and a skimpy top.
It was only the afternoon shift, which meant there wasn't much to do. Jo gave a handful of lap dances and still made a few hundred pounds before going home.
By the time Jo got home, she was actually incredibly horny.
Something about having so many men drooling over her, wanting to touch her body, and complimenting her big, fake tits, Jo hated how much she actually loved it.
So, Jo settled down into bed and resorted to fingering herself until she came.
It was a few days later, and Jo was going about her normal business when she got a call from Claire.
"Hi Mistress." Jo answered.
"Get your whore ass over here now." Claire grunted out and hung up the phone.
Jo had no idea what to expect, but if Claire's tone was anything to go off of, then she knew it wouldn't be good.
She also hadn't heard from Tom since their last phone call, which Jo was a little happy about, still afraid that she let slip too much when she spoke to him.
When Jo arrived, she headed straight up to their apartment. Claire opened the door, without saying a word, and Jo just followed behind.
Michelle was on her knees, completely naked, her baby bump clearly showing now as Claire sat on the sofa next to her.
"So, you're a horny little whore, are you?" Claire said with her normal evil grin.
"Y-yes, Mistress." Jo stuttered back,
maybe this wasn't a good idea.
The bedroom door opened, and Jason emerged. He must not have been expecting to see Jo, judging by the surprised look on his face.
"Well, this is a nice surprise." He said and started to walk over.
"Oh no!" Claire suddenly shouted, "You don't get to play."
"What?" Jason asked.
Jo's head darted from her two blackmailers, wondering what was going on.
"Since you think you're all fine to gamble away our money," Claire said and turned to Jo, "You don't get to use our whores, you can just watch."
"Are you fucking serious?" Jason growled.
"Deadly," Claire said, shooting him a dirty look. "Whore Jo, come and get between my legs."
Jo didn't say anything back since this was what she wanted, although she didn't know if it would backfire, but it was too late now.
She crawled between Claire's legs, lifted up her skirt, and without any further instruction, she leant forward and licked at her smooth pussy.
"Mmm, good cunt," Claire moaned. "See babe, this is what you get for being a fucking idiot."
"You're a real bitch sometimes, you know." Jason moaned.
"Black slave," Claire moaned, "Get behind this fat whore and lick her cunt."
"Yes Mistress." Michelle immediately replied.
Jo's tongue was moving all around Claire's delicious pussy as Melissa's hands reached behind her.
It's strange that before Claire I had never had sex with a woman before, I couldn't imagine it now. I may hate Claire, but I love pussy.
Jo didn't dare look to see where Jason was, but she didn't hear him move, so she could only assume he was watching.
Then, the magical touch of Melissa's soft, wet tongue licked against her own pussy.
"Mmmm." Jo moaned.
"Fucking dyke." Claire moaned back.
Jo kept licking Claire as Melissa licked her. Claire was putting on louder moans, obviously trying to put a show on to torment Jason.
It wasn't long until Claire was cumming all over Jo's face, but like the sadistic bitch she was, she stopped Melissa from letting Jo cum.
"Right," Claire said, shoved Jo's face away, "Go home, cunt."
And that was it. Jo went home, horny and unsatisfied after being used as a toy between her blackmailers.
It wasn't until the next night when Jo got the repercussions.
She had just gotten back from another shift at the strip club. She was wearing a very short skirt, a slutty top, and fish net stockings, and Jason greeted her at her door.
"Get inside, you fucking bitch." He growled.
Jo didn't say anything and just did as he asked.
But once the door was closed, Jason grabbed Jo's hair, yanking on it and pulling her to him.
"Think you can tease me with Claire," He whispered. "She may be the one being a bitch, but you're the one who's gonna get it."
And with that, Jason threw Jo over the sofa. He yanked her skirt up and shoved his entire big, black cock into her cunt.
"Fuuucckk!" Jo moaned.
Stripping all night had her pussy already soaked, and Jason was in no mood to warm up. His big, thick, cock relentlessly hammered into her cunt.
He didn't say anything, but it appeared he was just angry and horny, as if he was only there to take it out on Jo's body.
He filled her with cum and left, leaving Jo panting, and cum dripping down her leg.
Why did I enjoy that... I'm such a fucking slut.
And it went on like that for a few weeks.
Claire would use Jo in front of Jason, and Jason took out his anger the next night on any of Jo's three holes.
Until Jo was called around to their apartment. She assumed that Claire wanted to tease Jason again, but when she got there, both were smiling and sitting next to each other.
