"Not another one, mom- when are you gonna stop bringing home these losers from the strip club?" Skye shot her mother a disapproving look.
"This one's different, Skye; he's young, and he's a very talented musician, and just wait till you see him- he's so good looking." Star was hoping her daughter accepted her new 'loser'.
"You better be nice to him." Star looked aside and lowered her voice. "We got hitched last night"
"What- you married him!" It was not a question. "Oh mom, how could you be so stupid..." Skye reeled.
"If you don't like my taste in men, why don't you just move out" Star snarled.
"Oh, and then what would I do for money, mom- the only jobs around here are working at strip clubs like you" Skye responded, with mockery in her voice.
"Just because you're smart and got a full ride at the University of Nevada this fall doesn't make you better than me." Star's voice grew shrill. "I could have gone to college, but I had to drop out of school to raise you. I've been one of the top strippers in this town since I was your age."
"Well, you won't be much longer, mom. Your tits are starting to sag and you are getting crow's feet around your eyes" Skye snapped back at her mom. She instantly regretted the words as Star ran into the bedroom, sobbing. Star was still a beautiful woman with dark blue eyes, auburn hair and a voluptuous body with flawless, porcelain white skin. But she would turn forty soon, and even a woman as striking as Star would lose her beauty before long.
Though her mom's endless parade of well-hung losers made her furious, Skye had to give Star credit for having raised her all alone. Skye didn't know who her biological father was except that it appeared that he had evidently been of Native blood. Skye didn't look anything like her mom, except for having inherited her voluptuous body. Skye's hair and eyes were nearly coal black, and she had skin that could go from pale to nut brown in just one lazy afternoon in the sun. Though her mother had to wear sunscreen anytime she was near an open window, Skye loved the sun.
Over the years her mom had brought home one loser after another hoping they would be the answer to having someone to love her and provide for them. But a younger out of work musician living out of his van was not likely the kind of man who would turn things around for them.
Still her mom was determined to keep Branson around and after a few weeks Skye's defenses were starting to slide. Branson was different from the other men her mom brought home. For one thing he was at least 10 years younger than Star, and with his strong fit body, hazel eyes and long dark hair her mom had not exaggerated about him being good looking. On top of that he was only about 8 years older than Skye herself, who had just recently turned 18. In fact, he was the type of man Skye herself may have dated had she met him first.
If that wasn't enough, he could play the guitar and sing with a perfect pitch he had the looks and the voice that made women swoon, but unfortunately, guitar players were a dime a dozen in Las Vegas and so far he had only picked up a few low paying gigs, when he met Star he was making money by singing and playing on the strip.
Most of his money and tips had been spent at a local strip club where Star worked and he had fallen hard for the beautiful redheaded woman with massive 38 G breasts and the fact that she liked her sex a bit rough made it a match made in heaven, or so he had thought. After one extremely passionate night spent fucking the daylights out of Star in his van, he had asked her to marry him, and they had gone to the little chapel on the hill and tied the knot. Sure, they may have been a bit wasted but it seemed like such a good idea at the time.
Even though Branson knew Star was a stripper and he himself was strapped for cash it didn't stop him from going into a jealous rage every time he saw Star take another man into the back room for a private dance. Then seeing the satisfied look on these men's faces after receiving one of Star's famous private lap dances, Branson would go berserk. He'd gotten into a row with a couple of the men after they left the club. Now he was banned from the premises.
For a time, Star was only too happy to come home and satisfy Branson and his large cock. He had been given a room above the garage to soundproof for his music. While he was at it, Branson installed hidden cameras and recording devices in several key locations and was currently making a little money on the side selling time spent with Star on a live pay per view sex site. Though it was a semi-lucrative side business, he did not tell Star about this side gig or she would have demanded her share.
Branson was aware his marriage with the insatiable stripper was based on little more than animal lust. He also knew his followers would eventually get bored and take their lucrative browser income elsewhere, especially since Star had started to refuse to play along with the rough stuff that was so popular with his fans.
Branson's loyal fans loved watching as he tied Star up In the kinkiest manner and giving her a hard spanking before fucking her every orifice. But recently, she had informed him he could no longer be so rough as this treatment was leaving marks and bruises on her porcelain skin that could not be covered with makeup. Bobby, Star's boss, had told her if the bruising continued, he would have to let her go. Since Branson loved living on the stripper's income, he reluctantly agreed to cool it with the rough sex. But with the new ultimatum from Star, his channel's online fan base had thinned out. With beatings and rough sex so crucial to the success of the online gig, Branson knew he'd soon have to start looking for a new star of his little show.
Fortunately, he didn't have to look far.
Star's daughter Skye was a hot little number walking around in Daisy Mae shorts and tit-clinging tops showing off her sweet young body. She was as fresh as the morning dew with perfectly tanned brown skin from long, sunny afternoons with nothing much to do. Her long, luscious head of shiny black hair nearly touched her waist, and her perky DD tits complemented a fat, chubby ass and thighs.
He watched her often as she lay by the pool just below his studio window. He saw that her skimpy string bikini barely concealed pale skin the color of ivory pearls. Branson had jerked off many times watching her sunbathe, and the tropical scent of her tanning oil followed her jiggling ass around the house like coconut incense. Star had made it clear from the beginning that Skye was strictly off limits to him, and because she had been willing to satisfy his overactive libido, he was fine with just looking, but lately Star had been turning down his advances claiming to be too tired or sore for sex.
Branson was young, he was horny, and he needed someone to satisfy his sexual urges on a regular basis. Skye was so beautiful, so young and so scrumptious that it was getting harder all the time to honor Star's demand that he leave her daughter be.
Star looked in the mirror and wasn't happy with the little lines she was starting to see form around her eyes and try as she did to keep her body in good shape the years were starting to show in the sag of her extremely large breast, she was jealous of Skye's beauty, her youth, and her large perky natural breasts. Star remembered that her body had looked like that when she was young, but childbirth and the years had taken their toll. And while Star had a perfect porcelain complexion, Skye was so exotic looking, with natural full red lips, perfect skin that tanned easily, long thick black hair that she wore in a braid that touched her ass plus she had deep dark exotic eyes. Star knew Skye could be a huge draw at the strip club where she worked but Skye considered herself too good for that line of work, Skye planned to attend college in the fall and get a real job.