4 comments/ 27723 views/ 35 favorites A Beautiful Blond Divorcee By: qualitywheat The ending to this was difficult, so I just did. Let me know if I can add to it, thank you. Sonya Hardaker was on her hands and knees, or rather her head was down and turned sideways as she fought to stop being driven forward. She was on her extremely expensive Persian rug, in her enormously expensive home and the cock in her was driving her increasingly mad with frustration. He was doing it again, teasing her incessantly instead of screwing her brains out like he could, would, and did! And he knew he was doing it, he was smiling to himself, he knew the reaction he was getting from her was what he had learned, she had stopped ordering him to do her harder and faster, she had to, she always did now. Because his cock had a large head it would fasten into her and she would thrive on her pussy gripping it, therefore it wouldn't let it out. This was what he had learned very quickly, and now she was under his control and he was using his control more and more. Sonya knew this but her pleasure wouldn't allow her to do anything about it, and now it was a little too late. They both knew the score, he had it, he had her, she knew it, and she couldn't help it. For Sonya there was no way to get help, no one she could talk to about this, not that she wanted to, it was way too private. Sonya had never been in this position, and she wasn't thinking of her being on her hands and knees being bombed out of her head like this. She was thinking of her status, her position in her society, the greater world. She was known nationally, even internationally. She had been, and still was being, pursued by men of international renown. She was a high society celebrity, not a film star, or a business woman, she was just rich beyond most people's wildest dreams. She had a super wealthy family, her great grandfather had been in the oil business and very successful, this had been handed down and Sonya was now a very wealthy beneficiary. She was also beautiful, and she oozed class and femininity, she had been married twice, both husbands had been dispatched after a couple of years. She was also childless, refusing to become pregnant until she knew for sure her husband could and did, cut the mustard. And now the gorgeous 35 year old divorcee was much sought after. But none would ever get close enough again to woo her again, or gain her sexual favours. When she dressed for a celebrity function, or any other she would stop traffic, the general public adored her, she was known for much charity work, she even served in soup kitchens. She also had an orphanage that no one knew of, it was her secret, not even the people who ran it knew it was her money that kept it afloat. She was also a really nice person, personable, popular, there were always calls to her office where her secretary of many years dealt with them, invites, advice, begging letters. Carol only sent what she knew her employer would deal with, but Sonya often asked for a sample of those she hadn't seen to make sure there were no mistakes. Her home life was a complete and separate issue from her public, business life, it was her very private domain. No one got in unless invited and there weren't many of those. In the past she had had partied and functions but too much publicity had ensued, she was pestered by the press, the media, and people just hanging out. So she sold up and bought this, her present home just off the outskirts of the city. It was a huge rambling house that she had painstakingly refurbished. And she loved it, it was absolutely enormous, it had 9 bedrooms, 7 were en suite. It had 2 huge reception rooms, one of which she was now kneeling in getting banged, again. The tremendous dining room overlooking her expansive gardens had a 30 seat dining table, there were paintings and tapestries all over, she loved her new home, but sometimes asked herself why she had bought it. There were 30 acres of land attached to it, and that's why her problem started, she found she couldn't manage it. She loved gardening, it was her favourite pastime, she spent hour after hour pottering about. But after 3 months she knew she had to have help, so she advertised for some home help, placing ads in shops, and one in the local paper, careful not to let her name out. She wanted someone to do the garden and a few household jobs. She got 7 replies, she interviewed them all, settling on one chap who talked the talk, but after one week she had to fire him, all he did was leer at her. So she went on and finally settled on a young man who needed work to fund his college. She had conducted the interviews in a private room in an hotel to keep her persona secret, no one recognised her because she took care that they couldn't. He was a very nice, (she had thought,) black 18 year old boy from her area, he lived with his mother about 2 miles away, no father, just him and his mom. He needed the job for college and to help support him mother too. She took all of his details, he had asked for cash money, but Sonya opened and account for him. If for no other reason she would be seen to be keeping her own affairs on the straight and narrow. He started work, and while she could see he wasn't very experienced, he more than made up for it with his work ethic, and his willingness to learn. He, Grant Kandy, was more than impressed with her, he could plainly see how beautiful she was, how nice she was, and he fell in awe with her. Her hair was so soft and manageable she could do anything with it, it was blond , long, thick and soft. Her face was a thing to behold, it captured anyone who looked at her, especially him. He guessed her to be around 5ft 7" and a body that looked like a suicide mission. As she got to know him better, she realised that he had a strong personality, this was her only real mistake, he did have a strong personality, but it was also coupled with a dominant personality. She never took fools gladly, and neither did he. He studied her a lot, she was so gorgeous he couldn't help it, although he was not overly obvious. Sonya appreciated that, she knew he, like most men, were infatuated with her. Grant was a big boy for his age, she thought he was good looking and must have a few girlfriends, tall at about 6ft or more, powerful but rangy in stature. She had met black men in her life, she had even gone out with one. But that was as far as it had gone, she had no thoughts for or against a relationship with one, but it never went that far. Grant was slowly becoming more important to her, he was superb around the house, her garden was fantastic, and in the 6 months he had been here he had grown, his shoulders were broadening, his demeanour was changing. And slowly she was becoming more respectful to him, and of him. He noticed, and he talked about it with his mother, she had suggested she might have some feelings for him, maybe not yet realised, but feelings never the less. She didn't know how right she was. He had girlfriends he had told her, and she had thought, 'hmmm, I'll just bet he has!'. Sonya began to sit with him when she brought him coffee and cakes, or sandwiches. They talked and they laughed, he was funny, he made her giggle. Soon she was there a lot with him, she liked being near him. His inner strength was for her admiration. One time she laughed so hard she nearly fell off the bench they were sat on, He was like a serpent striking, his arm went around her back and held her. Sonya thanked him for saving her life, giggled again, kissed his cheek and patted his thigh. Then realising what she had done she made an excuse and hurried away. Sonya was sexually excited, she hadn't been excited for a long time, not like this. He had excited her, he had put his arm around her and she had liked it. She had kissed his cheek, patted his thigh, and she had liked it. The feel of his very muscular thigh under her hand had not gone unnoticed, she had suddenly smelled him as if for the first time, It smelled like a man smell. He was strong, young and powerful, he had got under her skin and she didn't know it, she hadn't known it. He was quiet, not shy, but he had a...? She couldn't think of the word she was looking for. For the first time in a long while she had the urge to go and play with herself. She stood in her kitchen wondering what to do. "What would he say if he saw me?" she asked herself, then rebutting that because he couldn't know could he! Her nipples were crackling, her vagina was hot, and she liked it. Then she spun around, something made her do so. Grant was stood in the doorway looking at her. She wanted to sit down badly before she fell over. Then she noticed he was bare chested, the muscular frame she had only ever glimpsed was there for her to see. Sonya stared at him, her voice gone, she looked like a goldfish out of water, her mouth, her luscious mouth, was only opening and closing. The 35 year old beauty felt her chest constrict, she clutched herself and gasped. She was wearing her gardening gear, calf skirt down to her shapely calves, a cotton top with buttons all the way down like a man's shirt. Then silently he advanced towards her, he was going to ask her if she was alright, she had more or less run away, and he was concerned. But now he wasn't, he could see the attraction in her eyes, she liked him, was she susceptible to a pass? He was almost certain. And had his mother been right? He was going to make a move, a pass, even if it cost him his job. He went to her and just put his arms around her, Sonya didn't resist, she couldn't. She knew what was going to happen, he was going to get her, Sonya this 35 year old society blond beauty men would kill for, was about to become an 18 year old black boys fuck toy, and she couldn't stop it happening. She shook her head to try and clear it, but she seemed to be surrounded by fog. The smell of him, the feel of his enclosing arms, being this close was somehow more than she could cope with. She watched from afar, from above, she was in the arms of an 18 year old black boy, in her own home, and nowhere to go or hide from him. He snuffled into her hair, he got up close to her, Sonya tried lamely to back away but didn't. Then he smuggled into her neck and she felt his hot breath, then his cool lips snatched it, and Sonya collapsed in his arms. She didn't fall down, she just sank into him, if this was a game, she lost hands down. He hooked a finger under her chin and lifted it, she looked up into his eyes, eyes she hadn't really even looked into properly. They were very dark, but they mesmerised her, she couldn't tear hers away. She watched him lower his mouth to hers, and she stayed frozen in place until the connections were made. Her body exploded, he had set her off, she let go of her chest and slipped her arms around his waist, not knowing she had done it. Now they were body to body, lips to lips. And Sonya felt him against her, he was between her thighs, and it was pressing home its advantage. She swooned as the pressure heightened, but it didn't increase except in her mind and body. Sonya was already beyond the 'no' stage, she was heading for the gate. She responded with her own pressure, her hips slightly pushed against him, and she nearly came, she shuddered and trembled. Grant backed her up, and hoisted her skirt high around her waist, he felt for and found her knickers, he just pulled them until one side snapped, she moaned in arousal. Then she felt him fumble, she knew but didn't register what it was, that he was dropping his jeans. Now he seemed to get lower, his body slid down hers. He was still kissing her, and she was flying high in the clouds of sexual freedom. She felt the first push, she was against the huge centre island top. Her body gave way to the upward pressure, then he was getting taller again. It was at that moment that he entered her, it ignited Sonya as she hadn't been ignited for a long long time. His cock burst her open like a large plum dropping from a tree into water, her knees bumped apart to let him in. She grabbed him so tightly. Then she was being lifted off her feet as he got more and more in, her toes were just about clear of the floor. Grant arched his back, throwing his hips forward. Her arms came away from his waist and went around his neck, she hung on to him, his hands were under her ass, and he began to pump her. Sonya knew something about cocks, and she knew she had one in her right now, and it felt glorious. She buried her face into his neck and wailed softly as he took her over. Her body weight wouldn't let her lift herself up from him, and now he was all in. She could feel him deep within the pussy other men fought over. Sonya managed to lift her knees up, and she close her feet around over his ass, he lifted her higher and sat her down. He was in the optimum position now, his cock had it been free, would be pointing right at her sopping pussy. Grant started to move, slowly ever so slowly, he knew he was a bit bigger than average. And he definitely knew the billiard ball he had on the end of his cock, would be something she had almost certainly not yet been tested by. He drew it out, and pushed it back, Sonya felt something she never had, she was being forced apart by him with every back and forth thrust. This made her a crazy person, she was being touched and caressed in places yet unknown. She was going to cum and very soon, he deep thrusted her and the top of her head blew off. Sonya's climax was, if not the best, then certainly the most unusual and surprising. Then Grant took her on, he whammed in and out, her ass bounced on the island top. His hips forced her knees wider until her feet fell away and she threw herself back to accommodate him. As she lowered down to lie on the island, he got her hips and began what could only be described as a total demolition. He powered into her, Sonya had collective climaxes, then he stopped, and just looked down at her. Sonya gaped wildly at him, "Go on," she told him, "keep going Grant, don't stop." He held himself, his hips tight against hers, Sonya tried to push at him but she couldn't, "Grant, come on, make love to me, please Grant?" And there were the first words of her eventual submission to the 18 year old black boy wonder, "Please Grant." He moved ever so slightly, to tease her, to keep her on edge, it worked. Sonya tried to move again, and again she failed. Without warning he withdrew and rammed his cock back in hard. He did it twice then stopped again. Sonya was bewildered, she had never had this problem before, every man she had allowed to make love to her, had been more than desperate to please her in any way they could. But Grant, he was his own man, even if he was barely legal in age, he was a qualified lover already. He already knew what his cock could do in the right circumstances, and he was already of the opinion that these were surely the right ones, he had sensed it. "Grant, don't!" It was an order, he slammed into her twice more then stopped again. "Please Grant, don't, I need it Grant, don't make me wait like this, please?" There it was again, "Please." Sonya was apoplectic by now. She needed that one last climax to reach her personal heaven, one she hadn't visited for months and months and months. Grant gave her a taster, he thudded in several times, Sonya's eyes were nearly popping out of her head. Then he stopped again, "You need to slow down Mrs Hardaker," he said kindly, "just let it happen." She didn't want to, she was more in need to cum than she could ever remember. No man had ever tried to make her wait, or tease her like this. No man would even think about it, even dare to do it. To give her pleasure was their greatest gift from her. His cock deep in again he began an inexorable withdrawal, she felt it as if moved her pussy walls to one side on its way out. When there was only the billiard ball head left in, the fear of him taking it out overwhelmed her. "Grant please, don't take it out, not yet, I haven't finished, just a few more minutes, please?" "A few more of these and I will be doing this again, and again after that," he told himself happily. He gave her what she wanted, but as soon as he saw her begin to climb the wall he pulled back and stopped once more. Sonya was in purgatory, no one had ever treated her this way in her life, with such disdain, such callousness. She had been used to nothing but getting her own way with every man she had ever known, including her daddy. Now she was faced with a man, or boy, who was treating her as his own, making her want him, making her plead to him, making her almost beg him to finish her off, beg him to let her finish off. "For God's sake Grant do me you bastard, do me!" she shouted now, her face changed, she looked at him horrifies, hoping she hadn't upset him. Then her voice changed, "I'm sorry Grant I really am, I shouldn't have said that." She was wiggling on his cock. Begging his forgiveness, in mortal fear he would pull out altogether. "Please Grant, I'm sorry, make me cum please?" tears sprung into her eyes, never had she been more desperate to cum. For the first time, as far back as she could remember, she was in second place, behind the leader, the eventual winner. He relented and gave her it all, long slow strokes, hard fast ones, Sonya bolted her orgasm out of her body and pussy. Then she fell back in catatonic like state as it decimated her. She didn't feel him cum in her, Grant pummelled her pussy for as long as he could before he blew a barrow load of cum right into her unprotected womb. She felt the house moving around her, she opened her eyes to find herself lying on a sofa, he had carried her there to let her rest. He was at her side peering at her. She saw him smile, it was a lovely smile. Bright white teeth, surrounded by soft thick black lips, eyes that penetrated her soul. Sonya had forgotten about the torment he had put her through, all she wanted to do was hug him, so she did. He kissed her, and caressed her body, hefting a tit, squeezing a thick nipple that was still electrified by her bodily orgasms. She let it happen, she revelled under it. Then he stood, he had already pulled his jeans back up. "I have to go Mrs Hardaker, I'll see you tomorrow okay?" And before she could answer, he gave her the sweetest passionate kiss he could, then he went quickly. He didn't want to go, he wanted to stay all the rest of the day and night with her, but that would give her the chance to think, to decide that what had happened, while wonderful, couldn't be allowed to happen again. He wanted and hoped that she would want more by the morning, that having tasted the forbidden fruit, another bite of the apple would be too irresistible. He went home, showered, and then he told his mother, she was his confidant. He left nothing out, and while she had serious misgivings, she was more than proud of her stud son. She told him that he done exactly right, leaving her hanging. That it would 99% certain she would during the morning, let him know she was happy with him. And that would be the cue for him to go a second round, and once that got underway, there would be more, a lot more. The next day his mother made him get there late, only fifteen minutes, she was of the opinion that a lady like Mrs Hardaker would not be happy. But after he arrived she would be a bit keener than she would have been had he arrived on time. Sonya had a face like thunder when he walked down her path. She had been waiting for him, and now she was going to give him a piece of her mind. She wasn't accustomed to tardiness, or insolence from subordinates. She was a fair woman, but she could also dish it out when nexessary. She was also fucking horny, and the more annoyed she got, the hornier she got. Grants mother had been spot on, the second he entered her kitchen she went to him, "Where have you been Grant, I was worried, you are never late, are you alright?" His mother had given him a few scenarios of what might happen when she saw him, and this was one of them. A Beautiful Blond Divorcee "Take her in your arms Grant," she had said, "after that, well, I'm sure nature will take its course." He did, and it did. He didn't speak, he drew her to him and crushed in a bear hug. "Humph," she breathed as the air was squashed out of her lungs, then he kissed her. "You look beautiful Mrs Hardaker," he said, and she did. She wasn't dressed for gardening, and she wasn't dressed to go out. Sonya had been to the pharmacy to buy some morning after pills, she had no intention of becoming pregnant by him at all. Even though, she spent some time getting ready for his arrival. "Not for Grant," she had told herself, but she had. She was wearing a soft cotton top that slipped around her magnificent breasts, it was a bit like a tank top. Her skirt was knee level, and she was wearing 3" heels. Under those she had a simple bra and a thong. Her hair was a mass of soft curls hanging all over and around her beaitful face. And intentionally or not, Sonya had got ready for some action. She had spent the night in a haze and a daze, her body was still on fire from yesterday, her pussy had been hauled over the coals, and it was still burning from him raking her out with that baseball cock of his. Sonya Hardaker hadn't been screwed like Grant had screwed her in her life. No one had ever taken the liberties he had taken, the way he had taken her, like she wasn't there, but had been. The tension she had been under with Grant refusing to give her his cock, was something she didn't want to experience again, but the galactic excitement created by him doing it, had been unbearably arousing. It was exhilarating in itself to be made to wait, to be teased so maddenly, and being unable to respond except to plead for him to do her. She had also she realised now that she had loved it, he had taken the control, an 18 year old black boy had controlled what she was going through and not her. She had made love to men, and a couple of women. But she had always had the control, even in the times she relinquished it for her own pleasure. With her locked in his arms, he knew he was going to take up from where he was yesterday. Grant attacked her immediately, his cock was waggled into place between her thighs, one hand went for a breasts, and a nipple, the squeeze was enough to disable Sonya's mind right from that moment. She muffled into his chest, his smell wafted into her nostrils and she was ready for him again. "Why am I like this?" she asked herself, "What is it? I don't do this, I am me, I'm not his toy!" But there was something in her head that bypassed her reasoning. She would not be here like this with any other man, she knew that for a certainty. But there was something about this boy that she had never encountered in any other man, and she didn't know what it was, or how to handle it, it seemed it was handling her. Grant walked her out of the kitchen, his arm secured around her, then she was leaning on him as he led her up the stairs. Sonya was going to say "no, let's stay down here," but she didn't have the words to say it, she also knew in her mind it would be a waste of time. Grant had no idea which of the bedrooms was hers. He guessed either one at the front, or one at the back. He chose the one at the back simply because it overlooked her garden, he was right. He lifted her in his arms and laid her on the bed, Sonya didn't resist or say anything, she had nothing to resist, and she had no words to say. As soon as they were on it he guided her hand to his cock. He didn't attempt to undress her, he wanted her to know it, and feel it with her hands. This would seal it in her mind, he hoped. Sonya was doing exactly as he was telling her without her knowing it. And as soon as her palm and fingers met the baseball on the end, her finger tips roamed around and over it, they examined it through the fabric, this led her to scrambling to get in to it. Grant lay back and let her get on with it, his mother was right again, as usual! She had told him to be strong minded, be his usual charismatic self, but patient also, very patient. Sonya was in a world of her own, a world Grants mother was making for him through her. His mother knew what he could do, she had seen some of her friends succumb to his charms, and some of their daughters, but that was before she herself had. He put his locked fingers behind his head, and let his beautiful blond employer start to dig the hole she was getting into, deeper. Sonya had her hand inside, and now she gasped audibly, she half yanked it to get it out, causing it to bend before it popped out and nearly took her head off. "Oh my, oh Grant," she whispered, she had never seen anything like this, she had seen longer, she had seen thicker, but she hadn't seen anything like this. It was the most beautiful cock she had ever had her hands on. It was black all the way up from it hairy and wiry base, until it got to the end, and that's where it was different to any other cock she had ever seen, and where it got it's beauty. The head mushroomed out enormously, the ridge, which was black/pink, must have been at least ½" where it left the shaft to begin the climb over. The edge was slightly rounded, but still prominently sharp, the head itself was deep red, it looked soft and inviting, so inviting in fact, that Sonya popped down and kissed it. Her hand closed around it under the prominent ridge, and it almost hid her fingers. This was her first black cock, she was so enamoured by the shape, it almost was club like, the sight filled her eyes and amazed her, it tilted her senses, to where she was bamboozled by it. She just stared at the gorgeous monster. She immediately called it in her mind as 'her spitting cobra.' It was hard, had a slight upward curve, and looked so terrifically threatening. She actually wondered in her mind how she was going to get it into her mouth, the size of the head was huge compared to any cocks she had seen before. Something in her head told her kiss and suck it. "Do what he wants you to do Sonya," the voice told her. She looked over her shoulder to see where the voice came from before she realised it was hers in her head. Grant was comfortable where he was, he was dying to grab her and fuck her into next week, but his mothers words were at him all the time. "Be patient darling, be patient!" So he forced himself to wait while the beautiful super rich blond lady who was his employer, became his through her own actions. His mother had said, "From what you have told me Grant, I am certain she is ready to be plucked, she seems to be ripe for a new and better man in her life. A steady man with influence, and if you listen to me, you could very well be that man, young or not!" He had always listened to her, she had been his rock as a child, as he grew up, became a man, and she had taught him how to really love a woman, not just fuck her. She had instigated affairs for him with friends and acquaintances, some in turn, who had taken him under their wing, even in his very early years. And one or two had confided to her what he had got, a one off cock! Then when she had discovered for herself what he had between his legs, she had taught him, and taught him well. And now this beautiful 35 year old wealthy divorcee was feeling the weight of him. Sonya positioned herself for her hoped for assault on the black beauty near her mouth and in her hand. She glanced back at him, hoping he would urge her to get on with it, he didn't, his look was noncommittal. Sonya pouted to herself, it was almost a sulk. "How can he lay there like that knowing I'm going to suck his cock," she said to herself, "I might not now!" she pouted more. Then her mouth closed over the end, she forced it down and she got him in. Her heart flipped as it filled her, she sucked hard and long, saliva dripped out, she pulled off, kissed it, she was mesmerized once more and jammed her luscious lips over and down on it again. Now she went to work, she was wild and abandoned in moments, her hand flashing up and down his cock, her suction was like an industrial hoover. She forced her other hand underneath him and felt for his ass. Sonya never did this, feeling a man's ass was not on her horizon, ever, but now it was. Whenever she had sucked a man off, it had been for her not him She would decide whether to do it or not, she would decide when he would cum, or not. But not now, oh no, now she was doing this for Grant, she wanted to do it for him, simply because, he was him! Grant looking down from above made a mental note to thank his mother. His employers blond head was bobbing up and down at a rate of knots, her hand was a blur. "How is it Sonya?" he asked, "what is it like to suck and pay homage to a black cock?" Sonya went wild then, his words fired her into a greater effort. She was aroused beyond anything she had before. But Grant told himself off, he knew that could have backfired easily, his mother had told him not to take the piss. "Be strong, patient, use your charm and charisma, that's all you need Grant, don't get big headed, or big mouthed," she had said. He knew she was right, he would follow her directions until he got to where he knew not. He lay back and went with it, he didn't try to hold back, he wanted to cum for her, and because he thought she wanted him to cum. It would make her feel special, he knew that. "And," he told himself, "she is special isn't she, very special." Grant felt that delicious build up to a fabulous cum, the blond beauty working on him was almost frantic by now trying to make him cum. "Sonya," he gasped, and he wasn't acting, this was real. "I'm going to cum!" he told her. This was always a signal for Sonya to let the man cum or not, her decision, but not this time. She had nothing in her mind but to feel him cum, for her, and more importantly, for him. She drove her mouth around the billiard ball, she could feel the heat, the tension and the power he was giving her. It drove her almost insane with the desire to have him cum in her. His hips rose and the first spurt of thick black seed filled her mouth, Sonya gobbled it down as if she was a starving refugee. Then more and more, it spit out of the sides of her mouth. "Sonya," she screamed in her head, "what are you doing, you are losing it!" Her lips got tighter sealing off the escape route, and she swallowed manically to ensure she didn't drown it. It seemed to go on forever, she was bursting her nostrils trying to breathe as he ejected cum after cum after cum. Then he began to slow, she was winning her battle for him. The pride and joy she felt in accomplishing her biggest ever cum load was immense. She had taken his lot, she had done it, and she had done it for him. She kept her stretched mouth on him, savouring the last few drops as they dribbled out for her. Her head lay still now on his washboard stomach, her fingers stroking his balls. Her other hand had a finger in his ass, and she kept that there too, gently moving and probing him, this was also a brand new first for her. Grant was in absolute heaven, to have a woman as sexy and beautiful as she was sucking your cock and swallowing him was a real fillip to his young ego. And he felt it had been special for her too, she had gone mad for him, she had damn near sucked it right off. And now she was just laid there enjoying herself with him, he could feel her fingers working on, and in him. Sonya wasn't an ass lady, she had done it a couple of times just to see what it was like, and she didn't. And as far as poking her finger into a man's ass, that was right off the page. Men, she considered were mainly dirty around that area, but here she was happily poking away in his. She hadn't really had time either to consider the racial differences between them, now she found herself pondering at it, her blond hair on his stomach, the black skinned cock with its huge bulbous red pink head. The tight curly hair around the base of wonderful black cock, that her fingers loved running through already. The way his legs stretched out from her, the blackness of him, the taut muscles of his thighs. Her lily white hand, that was securing his balls gently. Sonya sighed in much appreciation, the contrast of him and her had a more than marked effect on her. She silently, and gratefully hugged herself, Grant didn't know it, he never felt it, he wasn't supposed to. But Sonya knew he was different to any man she had ever known, his relatively young age making not one scrap of difference to her musing about him. She leaned over to kiss and lick his balls, she smelled him, he had a musk that was new to her. It was as seductive to her as the most powerful of aphrodisiacs. She did something that again that she had never done, Grant wasn't forgotten, but he wasn't there either, she buried her face into him, his ball sac, between his spread legs. She basically and sexually was loving him that way, she was sexually loving a man, in a way she had never loved a man. Her thoughts were jumbled and she felt animalistic, she wanted to rut, and be rutted. She wanted him to take her, use her and abuse her any way he wanted. She wanted to give herself up to him, and she didn't know why. She knew she could have just about any man she wanted, but she didn't want just any man, she wanted this man. And if she had to, she would do whatever it took. She licked her lips to make sure there was no residue of cum on them, then she slid slowly up kissing her way, showing subservience to him. Sonya slaved her way up and over the ridges of his stomach, to the mounds of his breast muscles, with their dark nipples that she also kissed, then over the defined centre line of his own breasts. His chest, to what was his now, to her, magnificent and irresistible body. She was now well aware of the difference in colour between them and it astonished her. It was as if someone had switched on a light, seeing it for the first time, and the light dazzled her. She had spent just about all of her life knowing who and what she was. Now this man boy had tipped it all ass over elbow, she didn't know the bottom from the top. Was she standing on her head or on her heels? There was only one thought in her mind now, she needed to be screwed, however badly, however hard, however long it took, Sonya wanted it. And she was in her own bed with the only man on earth that could screw her now the way she wanted to be screwed. "Grant I need you now baby, you know it don't you baby, I have to have you baby. I can't be kept waiting baby, you know what I mean don't you baby?" she breathed her whole sexuality into his mouth as she kissed him. Sonya was on the point of giving her life to him, a thought flickered through her mind. "If he wants me, he can have me I don't care. I just need him in me, now!" Her hand was already at work on him, she felt the first tug from it, as if it was a living and breathing beast, it was! It was her cobra, she wanted him to spit its venom deep into her, she needed it so much now. Grants mother had told him that if things happened as she had thought, hoped or predicted they would, then he would know it was time to give her what she was wanting. Grant guessed that this was the time, he smiled at her, kissed her, then slowly pushed her on to her back. The look on her face was it seemed to him, one of hope and anticipation. Her hand still twisted to his cock as it grew for her, it slid up the shaft as she rolled over, to become stuck under the ridge she loved so much. When she had sucked him, it had felt to her like an apple that someone had cut in half, but not quite got it right, one half was bigger than the other, and that bigger half was the one she had had in her mouth, her lips had just managed to encompass it, her white even teeth gripped over the edge like the teeth of a digger after its load. And she had fitted it to her, for him! Her expression told him she was wanting him and his cock, which the sight of was now seared into Sonya's brain, in her aching pussy again as quickly and as damagingly badly as he could. Sonya's memory of it wouldn't release her from the hold it had on her. The powerful, and not only physically, youngster kept his eyes locked with hers as he slowly and agonisingly teased her. She knew what she wanted, she wasn't going to give him a reason to make her wait again as he had the last time. Already she was praying her wouldn't hold it in her, keeping the suspense up, and in doing so, her! Sonya raised her knees, lower legs and feet in readiness, her eyes begging him, her arms on his shoulders ready to grab and hang on as the dreadful painful, and wonderful sensation of him forcing his way past everything in his cocks way, her lips were in a perfect 'O' waiting. Grant was above her, he seemed so graceful in his movements, she felt a slight nudge. Her knees went as far sideways as possible to give him the room. Another nudge and she felt the pressure, she daren't speak, except for a hopeful "Oooooh." His hands were at the sides of her, she glimpsed his elbows flexing then with an unexpected push he was in, and Sonya cried out. She split apart as he entered, but then he stopped, she almost thanked him because he had. The pain she was in, was immediately overtaken and replaced by the gratefulness she felt, and the mountainous pleasure she gained from having him back in her. "Oh Grant, oh Grant, Oooooh oh yes, please Grant be gentle," she pleaded, "at first?" she added wickedly. Now Sonya wanted to feel the raw power the boy had when he was ready, "Please baby push it in slowly, then go for it Grant, do it the way you want, I'm ready." She was giving him carte blanche, not that her needed her permission. He pressed his hips forward an Sonya sucked in a deep breath. She had no idea of what to expect, she knew he had the armoury to fire shots and salvos at her at will. She was a literal sitting duck for him. She didn't know that his intention was to screw her the very way she wanted him to. This was her time, but what she also didn't know was, it was all planned by his mother, she was the real controller here. And unknown to Grant just yet, his mother had other plans of her own too. She knew Grant would follow her, and Catty, that was her name, would make a play of her own, but knew she would have to include her loving son. Grant sank all the way in and Sonya felt as if she had been plugged off from the rest of the world. The apple in her was snug and tight right into her cervix. He pulled slowly back, and repeated the action many times until Sonya's pussy had got used to the invasive weapon. She was holding him, and suddenly he exploded into feverish action, he drove in and out slamming his hips into her upturned ass and pussy. Sonya cried out in rush of fear, thinking he was going to try and hurt her, but he didn't. He was doing what she wanted him to do, and then some. His cock powered up and he set about giving the wondrous blond beauty the shagging of her life. Grants face was a mask of concentration, he kissed her as his hips flew up and down. Sonya came for the first time, and it nigh on blew her to bits, then others followed in quick succession. Grant was robotic but sensual in his deeds for her, he had no other plan but to give the woman all she ever wanted, and all she ever deserved. His goal was to make her want him more and more, again, and again. He now understood where his mother was coming from, fucking a woman isn't the same as loving them, fucking a woman isn't the same as giving them what they want, and fucking a woman is not the same as giving them what they need, and how they perceive to be their own desires. Sonya was in blissful disarray, her body was on fire, her pussy was torn to bits, metaphorically. Her entire being was shot, and she loved it. There had never been anywhere or anytime in her life a moment like this, and she came again. She thanked her lucky stars, she even saw them as they crashed around in her mind. She couldn't keep pace with him, he outstripped her, out ran her, and out fucked her, there would be no way back from this, she thought. A Beautiful Blond Divorcee Grant was building up to that unstoppable finale, he could feel the tension rising within him, he lunged one more time almost bending Sonya in half. And he shot his hot thick load deep in Sonya's again unprotected womb. It felt to her as if he had gone past her cervix and spewed it right into her womb, and not bothered with the niceties. She came again for him, and then she went into a mild stupor, her mind fogged, her thoughts left, she was in limbo for a moment, until her eyes flickered open, and her mind cleared a little. He was laid on her, she was trapped under him, he himself was spent. He had done his mothers bidding, and he had never felt better or more shattered, he felt marvellous. He felt proud, proud that he had served this beautiful lady whom he knew now deserved to be served, or, he told himself quickly, serviced. And he had every intention of servicing her more than regularly. He liked her, did he love her? he would keep that to himself. He could see a life here if he did what he was supposed to do, and that was. To keep her happy, keep her home, keep her garden, and keep her satisfied in every way, and he had no qualms on the particular score. Sonya lay there, "This would be the time to lay back and smoke a cigar!" she giggled to herself, "how can he, how does her do it, this has never happened before." She knew she didn't love him, she loved his cock and what he could do with it, how he used it. She also knew it just wasn't his cock either, "to use that," she thought, "you have to have the rest of the package." Did she love him? She really didn't know, at her age Sonya should be in charge of her life, on her game. Instead she was behaving like girl who had found the absolute magic of sex on a big scale. But she did know that she loved the cock, and that what she felt was spreading to the rest of him. The utterly beautiful blond 35 year old divorcee had a lot of thinking to do. But it wasn't going to happen while she was with him, the only thinking she could possibly stay with was, when, and how again. She rolled him on to his back, but after she had got her breath and scrambled mind back in tow. Now she straddled him, this was a first too, she topping him, she in the dominant position, she knew too that he could change that at a drop of his proverbial hat! Sonya, for the first time ever, had met a man who could and had bypassed her personal authority, even in her own bed, she felt like she was in his. "How could this be?" she wondered, "what has he done to me, what is he doing to me?" Whatever it was, she had to admit that she liked it, she liked being the one to give in, even unasked, she felt he expected her to do it, so she did. It was simply because of him, of who he was! "I would love to have you tied up one time Sonya," he obliquely said, it surprised her so much she could only splutter. She was so shocked, she even laughed. "Tie me up Grant? I don't think so," she said. Then added as a sort of afterthought, "not yet anyway, I don't know you well enough for that." He smiled at her, "That I can understand, sorry I mentioned it," he told her. But he wasn't, his mother had suggested he say some off the wall things. Not to upset her, but to try and get into her mind to see what she was like, what she liked, and what she might like. And crucially, what she didn't like, to see what her reactions would be. "Anyway, if there is tying up to be done, it will be by me, not you," she tittered. Grant almost shouted with glee, the thought of him being tied up by this most beautiful sexy older woman, and her having him every which was sexually, would be every boy's dream, let alone vey man's dream. "Any time you are ready Sonya," he said, "I am too." She moved to him, she liked him, she liked him a lot. "This boy, man, is so different from any I have ever known, is he really real?" she asked herself as she closed in on him. She leaned over and kissed his dark mouth. She kissed him in a way that she hoped she had never kissed a man, she wanted to be different herself. She wanted him to know he was special, especially to her. He was growing on her like a vine creeps up a wall. Sonya began to love him, not only sexually, but also from the heart, she felt the change in her, the depth of him was around her. Sonya pressed herself all over him saying. "I can't get close enough to you Grant," her mouth wide open, she raked it across his chest. Then he hit her with a bombshell that pulled her up quick. "What about the future Sonya, what about us, is there an us?" he said. "I want you, to be with you, to love you, I want you to be mine wholly, not part time, completely." The words had such meaning she gasped, she understood what he was saying, what he was asking. And she knew that inside, she had thought some of the thoughts he had just mentioned, particularly the future, was there one? "The short answer to that Grant, I just don't know," she admitted, "we are from completely different backgrounds, different cultures, different society's even. But I am into you Grant." "Do you think you might love me, might be in love with me?" he interrupted. "If I'm honest, I really don't know, but I think I might be Grant," she said and looked him in the eyes. "Why, do you love me?" "Yes I do," he said and looked away as if embarrassed, he wasn't sure if he did or not, but he wasn't going to hedge as she was. Sonya's heart clutched at her. "Oh Grant, let's wait and see a while hey, I have to confess, in all my years I have never met anyone like you. And I don't care how young you are. I have to further confess, I like you, I like the way you are, the way you move, the way you think, the way you behave with me. No one had ever moved me the way you do, no one." Now he rolled her over, got the top position, held her, and Sonya knew she was being held too. It was a hold that told her she was his. Her lips trembled, he kissed them, his leg crossed hers and he drew her right in. Sonya stretched her wonder body into him, edged all the way, she curled into him like a cat in its owners lap. Then they slept like that, time passed and Sonya opened her eyes to the sight of him lying there, like black god above and around her. "I do love you Grant," she admitted to herself. "I know I shouldn't but God help me, I do." But she knew she had to try and keep it to herself until she had gathered her thoughts. She could not determine for the life of her how this had happened. It was like she had been out somewhere, and when she came back, she found she was like this. In love with the sexiest black boy, man, any man, she had ever met. He completely shrouded her mind until all she could see and think of now, was him. The underlying fact that bothered her the most was the age difference, she knew it wouldn't bother him, ever. But she knew he was a young, and very virile young man. But his needs might be too much for her, then what would she do? Another week passed, they had hardly been apart, he had stayed over, lived with her. Sonya was she was getting comfortable in having him there, in the house, and in her bed. The thing that separated them for the moment was the fact that he wanted to fuck her in the ass, she had said yes, but neither he, nor she, could do anything to get the apple headed cock in there. He had been home to see his mother, and now she suggested he tie her to the bed spread-eagled. And when he had she wanted him to call her. As he had asked why, she took a deep breath and told him a lie, before she told him the truth. "Because darling," she said as she stroked his gorgeous cock for him, no one could do this to him like she could, they both knew it. "I can get her to marry you, your future would be secure, your college would be guaranteed, and your life would be set out. All she will want from you is your love." "And?" he asked, he knew there was something else, he knew his mother, intimately. "Darling," she said, "you don't know this, but there are times when I like to be with another woman." Grant sat back in shock, "Mother, you? You, you and another woman? Well if that don't beat hen racing I don't know what does!" His cock actually flagged momentarily, but soon returned to its normal self in his mothers hand. "Think about it Grant please before you dismiss it, it's important to me, and you if you do think about it." Grant suddenly saw where she was coming from. "Me, you, Sonya, the future, yea, I get it, but I don't know if she is that way inclined," he said. "Then ask her Grant, ask her," she told him as her hand speed passed through the sound barrier! His mother watched his cum fly high into the air, and caught it in her mouth on the way down, or most of it. The next day Sonya found herself on her hands and knees, or rather her head was down and turned sideways. He was doing it again, teasing her by refusing to fuck her head off. Instead he was holding it still inside of her. She was on her very expensive Persian rug, in her enormously expensive house being rogered stupid by her young black lover. There was nothing she could do, she had no control over the situation she was in, and certainly no control over the boy fucking her from behind. She hated and loved this at the same time. She hated the frustration she felt, the agony of his cock being in her but held dormant by him. She also loved him for doing her the way he constantly did. She never knew what was coming next, Sonya Hardaker had never had a lover like this, who treated her like this, a lover who would even dare to think of treating her like this. And one she submitted to now, every time. She realised she was his now, unasked, and unable to ask. "How many women have you had Sonya?" he said. The question took her by surprise, all she wanted was him to do her, not ask questions. She never answered, thinking he would get on and shag her rotten, again! "Come on Sonya, answer me or we'll be here all morning," he told her as he waggled the great apple head of his young black cock in her hot dripping pussy. "Grant please," she said, "don't, please?" Another waggle and she gave in. "Two, two Grant," she begged, "okay?" "Were you equal, were they dominant, or you?" he asked. "They were the dominant one's, please Grant, I'm desperate here." She was almost bleating. He thought and then said, "Single, married, black or white?" Sonya grunted as she received another excruciating waggle. "One married, one single, both white, why Grant why?" He didn't answer her now, instead he screwed her the way she had been asking for, and he did drive her right off the rug and across the floor. Her cum was dripping out as she slid over, Sonya was back in her Grant made heaven. She was cumming again as if it was the first time with him. Every time seemed like the first time to Sonya now. He helpd her up and she nearly fell down, her legs were so weak, they sat on the sofa close up and personal. When they had got their breath back, amid lots of loving kisses, touches and hugs. Sonya suddenly told him. "I love you Grant, I will do anything for you, you only have to ask, or even don't ask me. I'll do it, I want you here with me permanently, will you?" "Yes I will, I love you too," he told her, "but you have to be sure, I'm only 18, nearly 19, and I'm black, can you cope, are you sure?" "I have never been more certain in my life. You already know I'm independent. I don't answer to anyone. I..." "You'll answer to me though Sonya!" he said, and the look on his face confirmed her mind. She thought briefly, "Yes Grant, I will answer to you, I love you, I'm yours. Everything I am and have, are yours darling. My love will know no bounds for you. We will be great, both of us, you'll see," her voice and demeanour were unequivocal. Sonya Hardaker the exotic blond society beauty, had done in a few short weeks what no man had ever had a chance of doing. She gave herself, capitulated to a stronger being, and that being was her 18 year old black lover, her guy. That night at home Grant told his mother everything, they were both so happy. They also vehemently promised each other that they themselves would not spoil this. She told him of her hopes and desires, one of them being the beautiful blond now belonging to her son. He agreed, he knew Sonya had been with two women, so letting his sexy black mother loose on her should be the defining moment in their lives. The thing was to get her tied up, Sonya insisted on her tying him up first, he didn't have any real thoughts, but the enjoyment was immense. She had made him cum, she had fucked him, but she couldn't tease him the way he teased her. She couldn't keep still on him. It was the first time Sonya had been given any semblance of control, and she had loved it, but not as much as she loved being controlled by her Grant. The following day, he had her down and tied by 10am, he made her crazy, her clit was murdered, her super sensitive nipples were attacked beyond her endurance. He had his cock in and out without once screwing her. Sonya was a mess, she was begging him, beseeching him to make her cum, to screw her, do whatever he wanted she didn't care, all she wanted to do was cum. He walked out of the room with Sonya begging him not to leave her, she was almost delirious, no one could do this, no one had ever done this, but he did, and he could. It drove her insane with desire. The door opened again, her heart flipped with happiness, he walked to her, she gazed at him longingly. "Please Grant," she begged almost weeping with the frustration of being kept like this. Then Grants mother stepped out from behind him. She was wearing a full length silk dress, neck to toe, she had nothing underneath, her hair was up, and she looked fantastic, even Grant hadn't seen her looking quite like this. They had met, and were on good speaking terms, and Sonya had told Grant that she was a beautiful sexy looking woman. Sonya Hardaker was about to find out first hand just how sexy she could be, given the right environment, though as yet she was unaware of it. "Sonya, nice to see you again, but if I'd known you be tied up and busy today I would have called some other time," she smiled a brilliant white smile. Sonya looked from her to Grant, she was nonplussed. She was forgetting she was tied to her bed spread-eagled. Grant?" she queried. "Don't worry Sonya, mother will explain everything, it will all become clear," he leaned down and kissed her". Then he walked away again, and he wouldn't be back until the next day, mother's instructions. He always did what she told him, he loved her above all others. He was in essence a mommy's boy. But, he was also, all man! Sonya looked at his mother again. "Catty, I don't understand, what's going on?" "Well to be honest Sonya, I'm going on, to you!" she added. "On?" she said, "on to me, what do you mean?" Catty let her dress slide down her body to the floor, and Sonya gasped. Without speaking, Catty climbed over Sonya's prone body murmuring appreciation, as she settled her knees next to Sonya's breasts. "Catty? Grant!" she shouted, then Catty grabbed squeezed and rolled Sonya's still super sensitive nipples, and Sonya growled in arousal. Her head went back, and she mewled involuntarily . The sort of the best kind. Sonya was unresisting to anything Grant did, and now his mother was exerting the same hold on her. She had no fight in to resist, she didn't even want to fight her, or it. The sexiest woman Catty had ever met was also a feline beast of sexual depravity, as Catty destroyed her senses, and all started by her wonderful sexy son. Sonya peered up at the silky black skinned woman above her, her proud tits, her nipples pointing straight over her head, and a lovely head it was too. "Catty," she whimpered, now she knew why Grant had wanted her tied up, and now she knew she wasn't going to get out of this anytime soon. The trouble was, and it was the most urgent thing on her mind, was to 69 her. The thought of having her mouth secured to the white sexy pussy had been in her mind already. Catty was taking her back to where Grant had had her a few minutes ago. Sonya did have a liking for women, more so than she had admitted to Grant. And now she was a captive to her young lovers equally gorgeous black mother. And she also knew Catty was going to have her way, and that she, Sonya, was going to go with it all the way, happily. Catty exerted all her wiles on the beautiful blond in her charge. It had been on her mind for weeks now. But everything had its place, and first in line was to kiss her to see what her reaction was going to be. She lay down over Sonya, her lips right over hers, her eyes locked on hers, her finger tips gently tearing at her nipples. She inexorably and so slowly lowered her mouth to Sonya's, her eyes locked on hers. Sonya knew she was going to be kissed and could not turn her face away. As Catty's lips first touched, Sonya bubbled, Catty's lips kept on coming and as they did the meeting was cemented more and more. And the more Sonya sank into it. "Mmmmm," Catty murmured into Sonya's mouth, "it's better than I could have imagined." She slid higher bringing her thick dark nipples over Sonya's mouth, and without saying anything to her. Sonya's sexy pouting lips sucked one in. Suddenly Sonya was frantic to please the black woman on her, controlling her. "Oh how I love this," she told herself, "being made to love someone, being taken, I love it, I love it, I love it!" Sonya was so high from the merciless teasing from Grant, that having his mother take over from where he had left her hanging hadn't quite registered yet. And every passing second it became less likely. Catty was an accomplished lover of women, she had been in with the best, and taught by the best. So taking on this gorgeously beautiful blond divorcee was a walk in the park. She kissed her again, her tongue taking up residence in her mouth, and she heard Sonya sigh back into hers, her finger tips snagged her nipples, then her pussy. Sonya tried to fly. Sonya came, Grant had had her so close to cumming many times that Catty bringing her to the top and throwing her over was a cinch. Sonya's back arched as the thought of her being here like this became uppermost in her mind. She liked this, she liked being dominated, not physically, but lovingly. Grant, and now his lovely sexy black mother having the upper hand was something she had never considered, but now it was happening she knew she had missed out for much of her adult life. Sonya had been lovers to two very different women, one in college, her roommate had come on to her. And she simply took her one night, and used her as and when, it had been a wonderful yet painful experience, because she could never reconcile being just taken like she had been, even though the sexual enjoyment was top notch. The other one had been a married Venezuelan, a diplomat's wife, whom she had met at a function. The woman had invited her to her holiday home, and Sonya had been seduced as easily as eating apple pie by her. She had spent 3 weeks with her and they had met up afterwards for fun and games. This woman, coffee coloured, jet black hair, almond eyes, had been dominant too, but more in the mould of the sexy black woman on top of her right now, making her squeal in exciting arousal. Catty kissed Sonya long and hard, her tongue playing havoc in her mouth, her lips owned her. Sonya could only kiss her back, so she did, willingly. All the time she was being reeled in, she was giving herself up to the powerful woman on her. Catty got her pussy again and Sonya howled with arousal. Sudden movement from Catty opened Sonya's eyes, all she saw were two black satin skinned moons sliding over her. Then pink black lips hovered there, an inch above her face. Catty had positioned herself so she could face sit the beautiful blond, wanted or not. Sonya's first realisation was catty's perfumed pussy, her musk, sexual heat, the moisture gathering on the lips, they seemed to quiver as she took it all in. A Beautiful Blond Divorcee Then the satin moons got closer, the smell got greater, the intense heat swarmed her, her eyes focussed on the nearing moons until they touched down on Sonya's cheekbones. She saw finger tips appear, they sank into the two soft moons and spread them apart. Now the black, pink lipped pussy was dripping love juice into her open mouth. Sonya tasted Catty for the very first time, as they came into more contact, Sonya's tongue popped out to probe the incoming artillery. Catty tasted wonderful, it was a taste Sonya knew she would love, and would want to taste it again. By the time that wish had gone Catty was sitting fully on her, she was careful not to block Sonya's nose to the oxygen she needed to fulfil Catty's seduction of her completely. Sonya did her very best to fill the desire wanted from her by her new black lover, the mother of her young black lover. Catty attacked Sonya's pussy with her fingers, she caused pure devastation, she ravaged her clit, she kissed and licked, bit and sucked. Her pussy was driving a pathway across Sonya's face, cunt juice bled out into her mouth as Catty came in her. She sucked and licked as much up as she could, the rest ran down her face and into her hair. She was now wanting to love this woman, make love to her, give her as much as she could. Both women had several orgasms both forced on the other. Catty was beside herself with the glad tidings given to her by her son's beautiful blond woman. She slid away and nestled into Sonya, she wrapped herself up in the blonds gorgeous sexy body and kissed her half to death. Sonya returned all she could. As they lay there Sonya began to gather her thoughts. "Catty, the sex I have with Grant, I know you know about it, its obvious he's told you. And I have never had better, he is something else, and I can assure you I will never want to let him go. I want him, and I'm sure he wants me too. I can accept that he has confided in you, but in its turn, the sex we have just had equals what we have, in its own way." "Yes Sonya, he has told me, I am his mother, and we are closer than most mothers and son's. He loves me, possibly more than you but in a so different way. Now he knows all about me, though he never knew this part about me." "But he does now though doesn't he Catty?" Sonya said, "I guess you are lovers too, you have to be. And somehow, after this with you, I can accept that too, in fact I rather like the idea. Can we share him, please?" An exquisite eyebrow lifted in question. "That my beautiful blond lady, was the plan I had in my mind already, and having you put it to me, instead of the other way round, is as pleasing to me as life itself." "Kiss me Catty, kiss me like you mean it, and if you do, we will have a bond, an agreement, that cannot be broken by neither you, nor I, only Grant will have the final say, agreed?" "Wow," Catty said, she thought for a while, then she gave Sonya her most treasured kiss, the one reserved for only Grant. "Agreed," she said. Sonya smiled, it seemed that her life was on a new and very unexpected path. It was, and it changed dramatically months later, she became pregnant, but they decided to keep it among the three of them. Catty started showing a bump, and as the months went by it grew as a pregnant woman did. Sonya never left the house, a doctor and midwife was brought in while the term continued. Nine months and a beautiful little curly semi blond daughter was born, her skin was coffee coloured. Catty was a mother to the outside world, but Sonya adopted her legally. And now Sonya was a birth mother, and an adoptive mother to her own child, a year later another girl was born in the same way, Catty had the bump, Sonya secretly had the lump. and the new baby. She had dropped out of her society life for the one she had found with Grant and his mother. And having moved homes they were secure in the knowledge that their lives were inextricably linked forever.