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Too Much Too Soon
by MALONE TOO MUCH TOO SOON   

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Literary Fiction

Publisher:  MALONE Type: 
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212

Copyright:  NOVEMBER 2008 ISBN-13:  9781605520308
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Malone,
has stepped outside the box to expose the drama and consequences of a dysfunctional home. Showing the possible outcomes of a negative environment. MALONE has mastered the game of story-telling.


Kiesha Morgan has spend countless hours and many nights satisfying her sexual cravings. While most people of the world were asleep, she was captivating the lives of her numerous sponsors. A single mother of two, Keisha manipulates, lies and robs everyone of their lives and money, including her children. Using everyone for her financial gain, providing a dysfunctional sexually explicit home environment, Keisha’s entire life was a lie. With age came weight! Unable to use her less attractive body, Keisha required assistance from her elementary age daughter, Scottlynn Morgan. Since Scottlynn was a spitting image of her mother she was considered prime at the time. Scottlynn was forced into supporting Keisha’s lies, garbage and bitches rumors. Unwilling to live a life of corruption, deceit, lies and theft. Scottlynn uses her mind and her mother’s manipulative ways to gain leverage within her world. Will Scottlynn become the lying, backstabbing, manipulative, sexual addicted, and frustrate woman just as her mother, Keisha? If you could use a little encouragement, a shot of motivation? A good laugh? Then “Too Much Too Soon” is the perfect outlet. This story is a fictional tale of a young urban girl Scottlynn, who was exposed to, TOO MUCH TOO SOON by her mother’s depressive state. Is it possible for Scottlynn to live a normal, stable life being forced to live beyond her years at such an early age? This tale touches many topics within a dysfunctional home: sex, lies, manipulation, jealousy, money, abuse, obesity, neglect, fraud, and mental illness…everything but love. This story will touch the lives of so many hearts. What will Scottlynn do being exposed to “Too Much Too Soon”...

TOO MUCH TOO SOON

WRITTEN BY: MALONE

 
 
Oh yes, Oh yes!! Harder, Harder!! Right there!! Get it baby, get it!! Oh yeah!! Yes, Yes, Yes!!
 
I stood in the doorway and watched My Kay get fucked??!!? Fucked hard I might add. This was something regular for her. I am always awakened by My Kay’s moans and screams. I would usually need to use the bathroom. In order to get to it, I had to travel through the living room. I stood in the doorway next to the love seat. Trying to feel the direction of the moans to determine which side of the living room they were coming from. I was praying they were coming from My Kay’s bedroom, no such luck; My Kay’s legs were up in the air. Her ass was hanging off the couch. He was pounding her hard and fast. The harder he pounded and pushed the louder My Kay would scream.
 
“Harder, yes, get it baby! Yeah! Yeah! Ohhh!! What are you doing to me? Yeah baby right there!!”  
 
I couldn’t hold my pee any longer, which is how it always went down. I would have to wait for My Kay to get finished in order to use the bathroom. I never understood how come she didn’t use her own bedroom. She always entertained on the couch, the same couch we watched television on. Here I am eight-years-old, I shouldn’t have to see or hear this shit. I’m tired of creeping around all the time, I can’t hold it. I thought to myself as I contemplated making a dash to the bathroom. My Kay nor her sponsor ever paid any attention to my dash pass. They only noticed when the light from the bathroom would shine from under the door. They would always continue as if an eight year old wasn’t in the next room, as if the light didn’t just light up the entire living room.
 
My Kay always made the same fake ass statement. She couldn’t find anything else to say to save face.
 
“Hey baby, what you doing up?” She couldn’t think of anything different.
 
“I had to use the bathroom.” I stated as I quickly walked through the living room, both of them still on the couch naked. Seeing as though the room was always thick and muggy, I’ve determined the smell of wet ass and pussy was nothing inviting. This fool she was with had the nerve to speak to me as if this was a normal scene. They sat on the couch as if they were fully dressed. The light was on, it was a dim light but bright enough to see everything. I could see My Kay's breast hanging in her lap. I could see his thick ding-a-ling hard and stiff. I tried not to look at them. I tried to stare at the red borders that trimmed the ceiling walls. Of course that didn’t work. My Kay sat next to the man with her legs cocked wide open. He rubbed her between her legs as he spoke to me.
 
“Girl, I got lil change fo’ ya’. You can buy sumting real nice. Hand me ma pants over dere.” He stopped fingering My Kay long enough to point to his pants which where clear across the room. I walked over to get his pants. As I picked them up, turned around to walk back he had his face in My Kay’s pussy. She moaned loud.
 
“This is ridiculous, why in the hell is this alright? I don’t recall her ever making the men stop pounding her when I entered a room. She would act as though she couldn’t feel my presence. I can see you, you nasty bitches!!!” I thought to myself as I simply dropped the pants, turned, and ran directly to my room. I didn't stop. I didn't look back. I just wanted to scream
 
 “I can see you, you Nasty bitches!!”
 
After seeing such a graphic scene, I had a horrible feeling in my stomach. I felt as though I was going to vomit. I couldn’t remember a night I didn’t feel like that. I’d seen My Kay have sex with many men over the years. This was normal in our world. I didn’t know that this was considered disrespecting yourself as a woman. I just simply thought she was nasty. I loved My Kay but I knew lies hurt people. I knew lying was wrong. She told lies that sometime I began to believe and hell, I lived in the house with her.
 
As I cuddled up into my bed, I tried to block out the moans coming through the heating vents. I tried to pretend I didn’t just see My Kay getting fingered by a strange man. I tried to imagine having a real family and parents who slept together in there own bed, with brothers and sisters to play with. I tried to imagine my mother loved me enough to stop having sex, at least while I am in the room. I tried to pretend I had a normal life. Only I didn’t know what normal was, only this was it.
 
Daydreaming about the future would always relax me, and then I could fall asleep. Moments later, after she let her sponsor out, My Kay stood in the entrance of my bedroom. She never said anything, just kind of crept into my room. She stood next to my bed. I could feel her close. I didn’t take the covers off my head. I wanted her to think I was sleep. I didn’t want that awkward moment we always had after one of these encounters. She bumped the bed hard enough to make the bed shift.
 
“Get up bitch, my kitchen is not clean. Get yo dumb ass up. I get tired of repeating myself to you. If my kitchen isn’t clean, I’m gone wake you up every fucking night, until you get it right”. She kicked the bed as hard as she could, pulled the covers back exposing my thick bare legs. I was tired but I got up and did as I was told. The funny thing about My Kay, she complained and made me repeat any chore at any time. Nothing was right until My Kay said so. Not only was I suppose to clean the kitchen every night; I mopped the floor and cleaned baseboards. I’m not complaining about cleaning, I just didn’t think that it had to be done every night. As I mopped the floors she slept, tired from her fuck fest with another strange man.

Professional Reviews

Too Much Too Soon
A wonderful story with the most dramatic twist. You'll love it!! It's definately a BUY,READ,and PASS!!!
FUTURE AUTHOR AS WELL!!!



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