The following is a work of FICTION.


Monica Remembers 

Chapter I

copyright 2010 by Bonoboworld



Monica remembers:

When I was very little my mom took my baby brother and me and left my dad for some rich lawyer’s son. My dad was a grad student at the time and was waiting to marry mom until after he got his masters degree and had a good job. But mom’s new rich lover turned out to be a mean drunk and physically abusive. She never even had time to marry him before he left her less than a year later with a black eye, a broken wrist and us two little kids to feed. She had burned her bridges with our real dad. My mom took waitress jobs to try to make ends meet but it was never enough.  She fell in with a bunch of druggies including a couple of lesbians and some meth-head guys.
  
She quickly became such a druggie that she couldn’t keep a job and turned to dealing to lowlifes in the neighborhood, but she soon became so addicted to drugs herself that she often ran out of money anyway. She would yell and scream at my little brother Dale and me and break things. It was pretty scary. That was when she started letting her lesbian girlfriends and, later, her male drug buddies fool around with me in return for free drugs. I was five at the time and didn’t really understand what was going on but I knew that if I cooperated it seemed to make everybody happy and calm my mom down from yelling and crying so much of the time.

My mom and her lesbian friends would smoke pot and drink wine and when they were all laughing and high mom would look at me and say, “Monica, give your aunt so-and-so some sugar.”  So little as I was I would crawl into a friendly lap and receive a kiss.  Pretty soon I was being french kissed and felt up (although I didn’t know those words at the time). My mom and the other girl would laugh and tell me what a good sweet little girl I was while the first girl had her tongue in my mouth.  

“She’s so cute and sexy!  She has such gorgeous green eyes and copper auburn hair!  What a perfect little peaches and cream complexion!  French her back, Monica!”  

Every visit they would do new things to me.  Most of them felt pretty good and everyone was in a happy joking mood so I didn’t mind so much and pretty soon I started enjoying all this special attention. Then they began taking me into the bedroom and undressing me. My mom never participated but would put on soft music and watch. Mom gave me three of sips of wine, “To get her in the mood.” 

First they rubbed me all over my body with warm strawberry scented oil, which felt and smelled really good.  One of them rubbed me gently all over while the other one frenched me for a little while and then moved down to lick and suck my tiny nipples and kiss my belly and legs. Then the other girl would take her turn kissing me.  The first time one of them licked my little cunnie groove I felt so warm and good and relaxed.  When the first one finished the other one gently washed my hips, butt and butthole with a warm wet washcloth and licked me there, too.  That felt kind of dirty, like something little girls shouldn’t do, and I giggled nervously and wriggled loose, but my mom yelled, “Cooperate Monica!”--and once I got used to it I really started liking it, too.  

I began looking forward to and enjoying these sessions that gradually got longer and longer. They began paying my mom money on top of giving her drugs. Soon they brought me a little vibrator and showed me what it was and used it on my “little man in the boat” while they licked my pussy and asshole. I REALLY liked that, although I was too young to cum.  I would squirm and moan and giggle and they would giggle, too.  They taught me how to caress, squeeze and play with their big firm boobies, which I loved to do because they were large, round and plump. They would bounce and jiggle in my hands. Licking their titties all over and sucking the nipples until they were thick and firm was fun and soothing at the same time. While I suckled they would hold me in their arms and caress my hair, squeeze my ass and stroke my thighs as they would breathe deeply, softly moan and compliment me on what a good little lover I was.

Soon the girls peeled off their panties to expose their hairy blonde and brunette bushes and spread their pungent wet pussies for me to show me all the parts. Then they took turns licking each other’s cunnies while I watched. Then it was my turn! Pretty soon I was “eating pussy” like an expert and really loved the smells and tastes. They would moan, grunt and thrash and make all kinds of noises! Mom would sometimes rub her boobies and pussy while she watched. The first time I made one of them cum she started moaning really loud and shivering all over so I stopped licking and my mom yelled at me to keep going. I was pretty surprised and thought maybe the girl had had a “conniption fit” as my mom used to say. But they said it was alright and that it was normal for girls and boys over a certain age to “cum” when sex felt “better, better, BEST!”--as mom said.

When one or the other of them would come for a visit I would sit on their laps in my panties while they caressed my face, back, legs and ass and I would softly french kiss them. They would gently rub my little cunnie through my panties and I would rub theirs through their shorts until they stripped to their panties. Then I would smile and whisper in their ears, “Would you like to lick my cunny? I’ll lick yours back.” I remember feeling a little superior to my baby brother who didn’t know anything about sex and I knew I was helping out my mom.      

The lesbians weren’t interested in my little brother so mom never offered him to them, but she soon was offering me to her male meth buddies who did harder drugs than her two lesbian girlfriends did. The more time she spent around them the more nervous she became and sometimes would stay up for two or three nights in a row. Her eyes became red all the time, her hair was always messy, and when she wasn’t helping them make meth or helping them work on their cars and motorcycles she was irritable all the time. That’s mostly how I remember her. 

I knew how to french kiss but not how to do anything else with a man. My mom had to show me how to give a “blowjob” in steps. I remember how I giggled at the name since it was the opposite of how she described it. My mom grinned and said, “Alright, Monica, you can call it a suckjob if you want, so long as you watch mommy and learn how to do it right.” 

First she whispered to her meth buddy in the kitchen but the only part I could hear was when she told him go to take a bath. When he finished his bath, she had him sit on the sofa with me on one side and her on the other with a dishtowel in her hands. Then she unwrapped the bath towel he had on his lap. His big partially erect dick with an oval head like a pinkish plumb slowly rose up from its thick nest of red pubic hair with its pair of large round balls dangling beneath. Mom grabbed his cock and slowly jerked it off as it lengthened and hardened. I was really surprised again. I had no idea they looked like THAT. She told me that when men cum their “dongs” squirt special white man cream that is salty and delicious. I couldn’t wait to see him squirt his special cream!

Mom told me to watch while she gave him his blowjob. She started licking up and down the sides of it and then swirled her tongue around the plumb head. She paused and said, “This is the head of the cock,” and swiped it with her tongue. 

Then she paused again and said, “These are the balls, and that’s where a man’s special cream comes from,” and lifted up his balls in her hand and licked first one, then the other.

Then she put an entire ball in her mouth and tongue-swirled it, followed by the other. She lifted her head, pulled both balls up and said, “This is his arse that connects the bottom of his ball sack to the rim of his asshole and men LOVE to have their arses licked,” and she licked this area several times back and forth while her drug buddy moaned. 

She licked him back up to the top and then went down on him in earnest, sucking him strongly up and down while she jacked the base of his dick. Soon he was groaning and moaning out loud. She lifted her head up and said, “Here, baby, you try now—hold his cock first.” I remember his long thick cock felt firm and velvety in my hands.

Mom held her hands over mine and we slowly stroked him up and down from the base of his penis as I tentatively tasted the tip of his cock head with the tip of my tongue. It didn’t have as much taste as a nice wet pussy but it was warm and spongy feeling. I swirled my tongue around the head until mom said, “That’s enough, Monica, do your suckjob.” 

I slowly moved my head lower to take more of the fat cock head in my mouth to try and suck it like I had watched her do. He was so big that I could only take about two or three inches of it into my mouth, but I began sucking up and down like I had seen mom do. After a few minutes he started moaning again and mom said, “OK, you can stop now, baby, I want you to watch. He’s going to shoot his special man cream for us.”

I lifted my head as she started jacking him faster and faster. He groaned and moaned louder and louder and then suddenly stiffened as several rhythmic white spurts of his cream shot several feet up into the air and landed all over the place—on mom’s face and lips, on my face and hair, on our arms and all over his belly.  “WOW! He shot so far!” I exclaimed.  

“Wait honey, for all your hard work you get to have a taste of his delicious man cream,” mom said as she scooped two fingers into the special cream, licked one clean and swallowed it and offered the other to me. I licked it up and tasted it with my tongue. It tasted rich and slightly salty. 

“You’ll get to love it the more you suck cock like a good little girl,” mom said as she winked at her friend and scooped up some more to feed me. Then she added, “and good little girls swallow as much as they can fresh from the cock and lick up any that spills so they get to taste every drop.”

From then on it was my job and the more mom became addicted to meth the more I got to practice. I didn’t mind because my sucking the men off calmed them down and mom would smile because she knew I’d earned some more money or free drugs. They really let me know that I pleased them and would smile and caress me and thank me when I was through. This went on for nearly a year.


End of Chapter I
