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 The following is a work of FICTION.

   Monica Remembers

   Chapter 1

   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.  He
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 lesbian couple 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.  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 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.
They 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.  Their breathing would get heavy and they would
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."

   Then 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 wrapped in his bath towel with me on one
side and her on the other.  Then she unwrapped the towel over 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 pearl-colored 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.  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, now you try--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 mom had done.  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 slightly salty, like
warm unflavored yogurt.

   "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 1