Free food from the grocer by PO469
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young Doreen is introduced to sex and helps her mother keep their heads above water , Of course this is just a story and not true. Nothing like this should ever really happen but I am afraid that it does. Please read it just for your entertainment. The publishing rules say that everyone in these stories has to be at least 16 so even though the story is totally fiction, everyone in it is at least 16. Enjoy.
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I was born and raised in a slum neighborhood in Detroit. Mom was an unwed mother who lived on food stamps and other government handouts or the safety net, whatever you want to call it. We lived in a small apartment in a complex run by the city. It was pretty run down, not very well cared for or very safe. I was always a skinny kid. I wore used clothes that she bought at the charity stores and played with the few toys that she also got there. I never really realized how bad we had it as it was all that I had ever known.
Mom looked older than she really was and she wore old clothes like me. She was 5’4″ and weighed 160 pounds. She had big boobs but they no longer had a good shape like the younger girls and women. I knew that Mom made some extra money sometimes by letting men come to the house and go to bed with her. She always told me they were her ‘boyfriends’. She always waited till she thought I was asleep before she did anything with them but I listened to the noises that they made while they were in her room. She didn’t like doing it but she could not get any job, especially while raising me.
One day when I was getting a little older, we were at a small grocery store a couple blocks from home. No major stores would set up shop in a neighborhood like ours. Mom was at the meat counter looking at some great looking T-bone steaks. The grocer, an older Black man asked her if that was what she wanted. Mom said that she would really love to have a good steak because it had been so long from when she last had one. She told him that she could not afford it and would need to buy a much cheap cut of meat.
The grocer looked around the store to see if there was anyone else shopping. “I’ll tell you what” he said, “I will give you the steaks free this time if you let me touch your little girl between her legs.” Mom stopped in her tracks. She looked at him and then at me and then back at him. “Doreen, go behind the counter and stand next to the nice man. He’s going to touch you in your peepee place and it will feel good.” “OK Momma.”
I walked around and stood next to him. He put his arm around my shoulder. “Pull your dress up for me, Honey.” I did what he said. He put his big black hand on my snow white tummy and then slid it down inside my panties. His thick finger slid between my legs and into the slit between my puffy place. I didn’t have any hair down there yet. His finger rubbed against a spot just above my peepee hole. It did feel nice. Then he put his finger up to the first knuckle up in my hole and moved it in and out several times. That felt funny but good too. My mother said that that was enough and he took his hand away and put the finger that had been in me up to his mouth and sucked on it.
I went back to my mother’s side. He wrapped a large T-bone steak and put it with the other things we bought. “Be sure to come back again and bring your pretty little daughter with you.” On the way home Mommy told me not to tell anyone what the man had done. She said that some people might not think that it was a nice thing to do. She asked what I thought about him touching me there. I told her that I was a little nervous but that it had felt nice when he did it. She smiled and told me that she thinks it feels nice when someone does it to her too. She leaned over and gave me a little kiss on top of my head and we walked home.
A couple nights later I woke up to go to the bathroom and I heard noises coming from Mommy’s room again. When I went out into the hall to go to the bathroom, I saw that her door was not fully closed. My curiosity got the best of me and I went over to her door. I pushed it a little bit wider open so I could see in. Her ceiling light was on so I could clearly see. Mommy and a man were naked on her bed. She was on her back with her legs spread wide and her knees pulled up. He was between her legs.
He was a tall skinny black man with a bald head. It looked funny to see his black body so closely together with her white body. He was pushed up on his hands so his chest and head were above Mommy’s. His butt was between her legs and he was making it go back and forth. Her boobies were bouncing up and back on her chest. He was making grunting noises and I could hear Mommy saying things like, “Oh fuck yes, give me that big beautiful black cock. Harder, do it harder.” Then Mommy grabbed her boobies and made a loud almost squealing noise. The man stopped with his butt pressed tight to my mother and he made a loud groan.
He moved away from her and I got a look at his thingy. It was big. Mom spun around and put it in her mouth. She moved her head up and down on it the same way he had moved his butt when he was between her legs. After a minute, she stopped and he got off the bed and reached for his pants. That was when I hurried back to my room. I rubbed myself in the same place the grocer had rubbed me because I knew it felt good and I was feeling funny down there.
I though back a couple months to the first time I had seen a thingy. Actually I had seen one before but it was my best friend Julie’s baby brother and it was only about two inches long. The first time I saw a grown-up’s one was in the movie theater. Mom had walked Julie and me to the movie and dropped us off. Her mom was going to pick us up when it was over. When we walked in, it was already dark and the previews were playing. There were not many people there that day. We found seats and sat down to watch the show.
There was a grown-up man sitting a couple rows from us. We thought that it was kind of funny that he would want to see a kid’s movie, especially one that was mostly for young girls. A few minutes after the movie started, he got up and moved over and sat next to us. He reached down and unzipped his pants and took out his thingy. We looked at it. It was a lot bigger that Julie’s little brother’s. Then he quietly told us to reach over and touch it. We thought he was creepy so we got up and moved.
After we moved, he also moved. There was another girl that looked a couple years older than us sitting not far away. He moved over and sat next to her. Pretty soon she ducked down and we could not see her any more. A couple minutes later she sat back up. She was wiping her mouth with a napkin. The men got up, put his thingy back in his pants and left the theater.