The following story is a work of FICTION.


Monica Remembers 

Chapter III

copyright 2010 by Bonoboworld



Monica comments:

Dale and I liked Hilda a lot because she was very nice and made our food the way we liked and played games with us. She would read stories to us and teach us our numbers and letters and how to spell words. But I had to go back to sleeping in my own room and I missed my special times with daddy on the weekends. I would still get up early and give Dale a little suckjob to wake him up before helping him to get dressed and putting on his shoes. Hilda would even bathe Dale and me together but we couldn’t kiss and lick each other like normal so it was kind of boring, except Hilda did give us some new bath toys.

Hilda was really cute and had nice big boobies like my mom’s old girlfriends and I couldn’t help but stare sometimes. It had been a long time since I had kissed and licked some pretty boobies and sucked the nipples, and even longer since I’d licked some delicious wet pussy.

One day Dale caught a cold and was in bed watching cartoons. Hilda had rubbed his chest with menthol ointment and then went to her room to wash the slippery ointment off her hands and take a shower. Dale couldn’t play and I was bored, so I went into Hilda’s room, sat in her comfy chair and listened to her little clock radio turned low--waiting for her to finish. She walked out of her bathroom wrapped in a big bath towel with her hair up in a towel, too, and saw me. She said, “Shut the door, sweetie, it’s just us girls and I must get dressed.” I got up and closed the door and turned around to see her unwrap the pink flowered bath towel. How lovely she was! I guess when they sunbathe in Norway they don’t wear clothes because she had a golden light tan from her head to her toes except for her beige pinkish areolas and her jutting pale pink nipples—as fat around as my thumbs and almost an inch long even when soft. No tan lines anywhere. She had very curvy full hips, nice legs and a thick unshaven bush of golden pubic hair that covered her entire pussy mound, extending from thigh to thigh and down the sides of her outer pussy lips. My little cunnie got very wet as she filled my eyes with her beauty.

“Monica, why are you staring at me like that? Did I cut my legs shaving?” she asked.

I said, “No, Hilda, it’s just…it’s just you’re so beautiful and all.”

She giggled and blushed, “Thank you sweetheart. But you must have seen your mommy when you were little.” 

I nodded and said, “Yes, but she wasn’t as curvy as you and she didn’t have such a pretty suntan. Plus you have really nice eyes and you’re much nicer to Dale and me. You don’t yell at us.”

Hilda smiled, mussed my hair and asked me to help her get dressed. She told me what drawer to look in to get some fresh panties. I handed them to her and she quickly stepped into them, her big firm boobs wobbling around, and pulled the panties up snug. She sat down on her bed in preparation to put on her bra and I just had to touch her so I lied, “Hilda, could I please, I mean, would it be all right if I touched your boobies? I’ve never touched a big girl’s boobies before.”

She paused, sensing my nervousness, and then smiled, placed two pillows upright against the headboard, patted them and scooped me up to sit next to her on the bed. “Of course, my darling, I know you are curious like all young girls your age. You can look and touch but this will be our little secret just among us girls, promise?”  I eagerly nodded ‘yes’ and kissed her on the cheek as I snuggled in to touch and fondle her gorgeous breasts. 

She lifted the covers up over our legs as I gently caressed the soft perfect outside slope of her right boob. I lifted the entire breast a little in my hand, lightly squeezed it from the bottom and released it to watch it bounce and wiggle. I squeezed it from the side as well. Then I stroked my fingertips around it in a circle and used just the tip of my index finger to circle around her areola. Placing the already erect nipple between the tip of my forefinger and thumb I gently pulled on it. Hilda gave a short quick exhalation of surprise, then relaxed and smiled at me again, and I could tell she was starting to enjoy it. I reached over with my right hand and gently started caressing and squeezing her left boob as I softly pulled on her right nipple. I could feel her breathing slowly getting heavier and her strong heartbeat through her chest when I rubbed the underside of her left breast. 

I thought maybe I could make the nipple stand up even further if I wet my fingers so I quickly licked my forefinger and thumb and pulled a little more firmly on the nipple. Hilda squirmed a little bit under the covers and got closer to me. I knew she was getting more excited. I licked my fingers again and toyed with her left nipple this time, pulling on it as I caressed her right boob and nuzzled it with my cheek. Hilda moaned—the quietest moan I’d ever heard. As I continued fondling her she softly moaned again. I had to be right against her to hear them emanating from deep in her chest. I didn’t wait to ask her permission but leaned over and licked around her areola once before engulfing her erect nipple in my wet mouth and gently but firmly sucking on it. This elicited a somewhat louder moan from Hilda and she clasped my head to her boob with one hand as she supported my shoulders with the other as if I was her baby so I could more comfortably suck. I reached out with my right hand as I suckled and stroked her right thigh while my left hand was holding the top of her shoulder.

After several peacefully exciting minutes of this I said, “Let me move so I can reach your other one.”  I crawled over her and began squeezing and rubbing her right boob while I licked all over her left boobie before tongue swirling the top and suckling on that nipple as well. 

Hilda’s soft moans and groans were coming regularly now and she held my head and caressed my hair and occasionally leaned over to kiss the top of my head. I began caressing her left leg and, as I stroked higher and higher on her thigh I felt her panties pressed against her upper thigh. They were dripping wet! I paused in my sucking and whispered into her ear, “I’m going to touch your cunnie, now,” and cupped her mound through her soaking wet panties in my hand. 

“Ai! Ohh, oh Gott, Monica, you are making me feel so good, but my sweet precious baby, you mustn’t ever tell anyone about this, promise?” 

“I promise,” I replied and gently started rubbing her entire cunnie mound through her panties. Hilda scooted her hips down to spread her legs a little more and pushed the covers down to give me better access. As I suckled her enormous fully erect nipples, squeezed and caressed her breasts and massaged her golden furred pussy through her wet panties the sheets under her got damp as well. Soon I reached inside her panties and began rubbing her “little man in the boat.” Hilda’s groans grew louder and pretty soon I had to put my hand over her mouth to remind her that Dale was just down the hall in bed with a head cold. Hilda looked at me wild eyed and clenched her strong thighs around my hand that was stroking her rigid little clit and began squeaking with her lips sealed so she wouldn’t cry out.  She spasmed and shivered her way through her long and powerful orgasm.

When she finished, I told her to scoot down in the bed and shifted her pillows to make her comfortable so she could lie back. Then I kissed her forehead and stroked her hair and kissed her cheek and her nose. She pulled me to her and quickly smooched me on the lips. Then she looked at me with smiling eyes and said, “Thank you, my beautiful sweet baby for such a wonderful special time. I love you very much!” 

This time I really planted one full on her lips. “Hmmf!” she exclaimed in surprise, exhaled, inhaled, relaxed and started kissing me back. I soon pushed my tongue into her mouth and rolled it around her tongue and the inside of her lips before sucking on her tongue like I had sucked on her big erect nipples. We french kissed for at least 20 minutes before Dale surprised us by knocking on her door to ask what was for dinner. Luckily he didn’t see us—he might have said something to Hilda before she was ready. But that was just the beginning.


Monica’s dad recalls:

Hilda had been settled in for several weeks and I thought Monica’s special talents were still our little family secret. One day I finished work early and it was such a sunny spring day I decided to take off work a little early. As I approached the back steps I heard the CD player playing some soft music. I saw through the open screened window that Hilda, Dale and Monica were sitting on the den sofa. She was in the middle with her arms around the kids. Then I heard Hilda’s soft gentle moans for the first time. I was only two or three feet away from her and walked quietly up the steps to get a better vantage point. There she was, curling her fingers slowly through their hair while she let both children stroke and squeeze her glorious, fully exposed tits as they suckled enthusiastically on her fat nipples. She paused in caressing their hair and said, “Wait babies, let me put a little more sweet honey on them.” Then she reached toward the coffee table, grasped a small paintbrush and dipped it into an open jar of honey. She painted both her areolas and nipples with the honey before leaning back, resuming her caresses and letting the children resume their squeezing, lapping and sucking. “Ahhhh…that feels good… sooo soothing my darlings. Mmmm.”

At this point I speedily unzipped my fly and pulled out my rapidly hardening cock to stroke it as I watched this highly erotic scene. After a couple of minutes of this Monica began rubbing Hilda’s cunt through her panties to her increasing moans and the clenching of her leg muscles around Monica’s groping hand. Soon my magnificent baby sitter stiffened, clutching both kids tightly to her, came strongly and cried out almost loud enough for the neighbors to hear, “OH! UGH! AAAIHHH!! Ugh! Ughn Uhh! Ohhhhh!” 

“Cum Hilda! Cum Hilda! Cum Hilda!” Dale delightedly chanted as Monica giggled at him and Hilda quivered, sighed and finished cumming. 

After they all laughed and snuggled together she reached for her bra to put it on. I heard Monica say, “Too bad we can’t be all together with daddy like this so he could suck your boobies and rub your cunnie, too, I’m sure he’d love to.”

“I love you children as if you were my own so I don’t want to lose my job. I don’t think your daddy would understand our special secret, my darlings,” Hilda said.

“Yes I would,” I replied--to her sharp shriek of surprise. 

She leapt up as if she would run screaming out of the room but Monica grabbed her arm and pulled on her to slow her down saying, “Hilda, stop. Hilda, it’s alright. It’s OK. Daddy and me, we…we have our own secrets. Please stop! Don’t cry. It’s alright.”

I entered the room at this point and put my arms on Hilda’s shoulders and lifted up her bowed head. She had blushed the deepest red I had ever seen. So I pulled her into my arms to hug her and whispered into her ear, “Sweet lovely Hilda, it’s alright, baby. Monica and I do have some special family secrets and I want you to please sit down and listen. Please? Everything’s going to be alright and no one is angry with you. I’m certainly not angry and I know how good you are with the kids and that you love them very much.”

She was sobbing by now, but very compliant, so I helped her over to the sofa and sat her gently down on it and took her hand in mine. “Dale and Monica, you kids go have some cereal in the kitchen, I need to speak with Hilda.” So the kids left while I took her in hand and explained Monica’s history with her druggie mother to her.

I had thought that Monica’s incestuous oral relationship with her little brother and myself would at least somewhat surprise Hilda but she ended up surprising me instead. She explained that incest to a certain degree was not as frowned upon in rural Norway and some other Scandinavian countries as it is in the much more uptight U.S. It was not unheard of for a man to make love to both his wife and one or more of his daughters and occasionally even have children by his daughters if the wife approved as part of the ménage or was unhealthy and could have no more children of her own. She explained that she had physically developed very early and that her mother had prepared her too lose her virginity to her father when she was 11-and-a-half-years-old. She told me she thought our family was very beautiful and loving and that she had been attracted to me from the first. She humbly asked if she could keep her job and promised to always protect the family secret because she knew many in our country are very judgmental. I smiled and kissed her hand and told her how very special she was and that we all loved her very much and considered her a part of the family. She hugged me to her and then quickly smooched me on the lips, whereupon I kissed her cheek in return. Then we stood up, held hands and went into tell the kids everything was alright and there were no more secrets among us.


End of Chapter III

