Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. When I was ten years old my mother was arrested for essentially running a meth lab out of our basement. I was taken by the State of Georgia and turned over to a foster home for about two weeks until they could find a more permanent placement for me. When I reached my permanent placement it was with Mr. and Mrs. Brown and they lived in a small but clean house near a small lake. I liked Mrs. Brown immediately. She just had a nice smile and I felt comfortable with her from the first day. She was around 35 years old and I think her husband was around 38 or 39 years old. Almost every night Mrs. Brown would tuck me into bed and talk to me before I went to bed about school or other things. One night she asked "Are you happy to be living with us?" and I said "Yes". She asked if I missed my mom and I told her a little but not much. She asked if it was hard living in a house where drugs were being manufactured and I told her not really. She asked if I had seen anything bad while living in the house. I shook my head no but she looked at me in the eyes and said that she wouldn't be mad no matter what I told her and that she wanted to be the one person that I could say anything to. I told her that I had seen people doing drugs a lot but that I had also seen men and women doing weird things to each other. She asked if the men and women were naked when they did those things and I said yes. She said they were having sex and that it wasn't a bad thing like drugs were bad. She asked me if I was scared when they had sex and I told her no because they looked like they both liked it a lot. I still remember seeing a little smile form in the corner of her mouth when I told her that. She finished tucking me in and told me that she wanted me to call her Jenny instead of Mrs. Brown and that if I wanted to I could even call her mommy but that I didn't have to. I told her I wanted to call her mommy and she seemed really happy about that. She kissed my head and said "Now remember, you can tell mommy anything no matter how bad it was and I won't get mad. Understand sweety?" I told her that I understood and she asked if I could tell her more about what I saw. I asked her what she wanted to know and she said she wanted to know if I heard them talking when they were doing it. I told her sometimes and she asked if I could remember anything specific. I said I remembered hearing some things but they had bad words in them. She told me that it was ok and that I was allowed to use bad words around her when we were talking about things like this. She said "can you tell me exactly what they said?" I Said, "I heard one of the women say something like 'Fuck my dirty cunt." I noticed Mrs. Brown licked her lips and shift the way she was sitting when I said that. She said, "Do you remember anything else?" I said "One of the men said something like 'you're a great little cock sucker' to the neighbor's daughter once". Mrs. Brown'seyes lit up a little bit and she asked "How old was she?" I said she was 14 but that she did meth too. Mrs. Brown asked me if I thought she looked like she was enjoying sucking the man's cock and I said yes. She asked if I had ever done anything like that and I told her no but that one of my mom's girlfriends had kissed me between my legs. She asked if I had liked when she did that and I told her I did but that the lady never came back. Mrs. Brown asked if the lady had come back would I have asked her to do it again. I said yes and I told her it felt really really good. Mrs. Brown asked if the lady had used her tongue to kiss it and I said yes. Mrs. Brown looked me in the eye and said "Listen sweety. I want you to know what things are called. So that thing between your legs is called your pussy and the lady was licking your pussy for you." I said. "ok" Mrs. Brown said she wanted to make sure I knew how to use the new word and asked me to repeat after her, "The lady licked my little pussy". I repeated "The lady licked my little pussy." Mrs. Brown (Mommy) smiled.