The following story is a work of FICTION.


Monica Remembers 

Chapter II

copyright 2010 by Bonoboworld


Monica continues:

One of the neighbors eventually got tired of the engine noises, loud music and lights on all night and called the cops. Dale and I were taken away by the social workers and that’s the last I saw of my mom. We were given to my biological dad whom Dale could barely remember. I found out later he had earned his masters in psychology by that time and was working on his doctorate while he made his living doing scientific research, but I didn’t understand any of that then other than that he was learning how to help heal people with bad and angry thoughts.

When we were first taken to meet him he lived in his own house he’d inherited from his parents, which was something new to us because we’d always lived in dingy small apartments. We each had our own room but Dale was three and a half and I was six and we felt scared in this new place with daddy whom we didn’t really know that well, so I would sneak into Dale’s room at night and sleep in his crib with him at first. Sometimes when Dale was asleep I would push his underwear aside to expose his little peter and quietly practice my penis sucking until I fell asleep, too.  

Dad found us asleep like that one morning with Dale’s little peter in my mouth and went to talk to the social worker. He told me several years later that they had questioned mom and she admitted she had been letting other grown-ups fool around with me in exchange for drugs and money. The social worker told Dad not to be surprised if I “acted out” by seeking to perform sexual acts as a way of gaining approval, but to gently resist it and say, “That’s alright, honey, daddy loves you just the way you are without special kisses.  Just kiss daddy on the cheek from now on and I’ll hug and kiss you on the cheek, too.”

Well, even as a little kid I was pretty persistent. I was also very enthusiastic and skilled at kissing and oral sex for my age. Daddy had broken up with his last girlfriend over a year earlier and was starved for affection. 


Monica’s dad, Alvin recalls:

I told Monica not to give Dale “special kisses” at night because it might wake him and keep him from getting enough sleep. She understood this and stopped visiting him at night. But Monica was still often frightened to be alone in her room at night and after Dale was asleep she would tiptoe down the hall and quietly knock on my door to ask if she could sleep with me in my bed.  When I tried to persuade her to go back to sleep in her own room she would cry and plead with me, so I would kiss her forehead, shush and hold her and stroke her hair to calm her down. She would kiss me on the lips goodnight, which wasn’t so unusual until she pushed the tip of her tongue inside my lips to rub her tongue against mine during her kiss. I tried to explain to her that it was OK for her to just kiss me on the cheek goodnight, and she would look at me with those lovely green eyes of hers and say, “It’s alright daddy, I like kissing you that way.” Several times I tried to persuade her to sleep in her own room in her own bed when the tears and crying would start. 

One night she looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, “Daddy I love you so much for taking care of Dale and me. I want to stay with you. I want to make you happy. Please don’t make me be alone.” 

I told her that I would always stay and take care of her and Dale and that I loved them both very much. That seemed to satisfy her and, holding her in my arms, we went to sleep.

That night I had on some old pajama bottoms with weak snaps at the front and while I was asleep Monica quietly unfastened them, pulled out my penis and began working her magic on me in my dreams. Those dreams got sexier and sexier and felt better and better until I suddenly awoke to find my little six-year-old daughter with her long soft hair and sweetly mischievous green eyes lustily licking and sucking on my rock hard eight-inch cock to the point where I was already rapidly approaching the point of cumming. “Monica! Monica! Wait, ahh, wait a minute, honey!”

She paused for an instant and whispered, “Shhh, daddy, Dale’s asleep. You’ll wake him. It’s OK…I’ll make you feel real good!” 

The situation was so erotic and my orgasm built before I could help it: It had been a while. I collapsed back in bed and the feelings steamrolled through my body as my pounding orgasmic contractions began, “Wait, baby, I’m gonna…I’m gonna CUM!!”

Thick spurts of semen exploded inside her small perfect sucking lips and mouth as I watched astounded. She matched my powerful ejaculations with experienced swallows after every other squirt and even winked at me! God, she was amazing! “OOOOHHH! Baby! Ohhh, that’s good! Ulm! Ahh, ahh, ohhh, ummpf,” I groaned. 

Just as one of the last bursts spewed from my cock she “rotary engined” the edge of my dick head with her lips around it, moving her jaws in a tight, upward pulling circular motion, sucking strongly as she swirled her tongue in a spiral up around the head and then pressed and sucked her lips hard around the very tip. This made the last wave of my orgasm suddenly peak again and my head fell back into the pillow as I panted and my heart slowly stopped pounding. [Who the hell taught her to do THAT, I wondered, paradoxically angry at her mother and astounded at little Monica’s expertise.]

Monica gently cradled my cock and balls in her hands, grinning at me from ear to ear, “Mmmm, daddy, you came so much! And your cream tastes nice and salty. Did you like my suckjob? That’s what I call it instead of ‘blowjob,’ which doesn’t make any sense.” 

I couldn’t lie, “Yes, baby, I liked it very much.”

“Good, daddy, from now on we’ll do it a lot!” was her determined reply.
I couldn’t believe a very little girl like her could be such a talented cocksucker, but she has always been the best and she always laps up every drop.


Monica continues:

It made me feel good to take care of my daddy’s cock because it was so clean and beautiful and I knew he’d been lonely living alone for so long. His penis was much larger than mommy’s old meth buddies’ and the head was pointy but still a real mouthful. The shaft of his cock was just a little thicker than the others I’d sucked for about the first four inches from the tip, but the last four inches got fatter and fatter until he was extra thick at the base. He had pretty chestnut brown pubic hair everywhere but on his gigantic balls—which were so big I couldn’t fit either one in my mouth when I was that little.
 
Daddy worked so hard that he didn’t have much time for girlfriends on top of taking care of Dale and me. I sometimes took care of Dale’s little peter as well because it made him easier to get along with and we never had fights like most sisters do with their baby brothers. He couldn’t cum like daddy but he would giggle and breathe hard and smile and tell me that he really liked it. I first taught daddy and, later, Dale how I liked my pussy licked. After my seventh birthday party I showed daddy how to wash my butthole with a warm wet washcloth when he gave me a bath so he could kiss and lick it. Bath time was a lot of fun at our house! 


Monica’s dad takes up the story:

My dissertation and research work became more demanding and daycare became too expensive. A colleague of mine told me about a young Norwegian exchange student named Hilda whom he and his wife had occasionally hired as a babysitter. She was majoring in education and had her own assortment of educational toys and computer games she liked to play with the kids. He gave me her contact information and I set up an interview. Hilda was a very gentle, soft spoken and shy 20-year-old with a pale golden honeyed complexion, bright blue eyes and long blonde hair usually worn in a thickly braided ponytail. She was of medium height and very voluptuous, with curvaceous hips, muscular calves, thighs and arms and she had very firm and prominent bosom with excellent posture to show it off. She had a Norwegian accent to her English that was cute and sexy at the same time. I already had my eye out for some good mommy material to help me raise the kids and she definitely had her good points. To save money I offered her a live-in position to look after, tutor and feed the kids and told her that she could have her afternoons and evenings off once I arrived home at 4:30 PM. She agreed and soon settled into the back bedroom.

I explained to Monica that we had to keep our “special loving times” secret from Hilda because she might get upset and most people thought daughters and fathers and sisters and brothers having oral sex together was wrong—because most people are ignorant and prejudiced after all—and Monica nodded her head in agreement but seemed disappointed and didn’t say much that night.



End of Chapter II



