"Oh Mummy, he's so cute - Can we keep him, please!"
Heather Stone looked at her Daughter, hugging the enormous ginger, tabby cat in her arms, its head snuggled to her breast, its tail swishing in obvious satisfaction.
"I'm not sure, Susan. He's owned by somebody - look he's got a collar."
"But surely he can stay until somebody claims him. He'll starve otherwise!" Susie's flashing Azure eyes widened.
" He will be such a good companion for me - We're best friends already. Look how he loves me holding him, though he is very heavy!"
She hoisted him up with an effort and he licked her chin affectionately, his powerful purr reverberating around the kitchen.
Heather looked at her Daughter, her blue eyes blurring.
"Maybe, we'll decide after supper. Now go and get ready."
She looked at the joy in her child's matching big, blue eyes. There had been so little happiness for Susie since the separation, six months before.
They had just moved to this house after splitting up their lovely old home and belongings. IT had been heartbreaking and acrimonious. He had been a Frenchman and very aggressive.
This place was an old 'Victorian' ramshackled ruin, complete with tall cracked ceilings and creaky floorboards.
It had been on the market a long time and she'd managed to get the price down to what she could afford. It had meant a change of school for Susie and at eighteen she had found it difficult to pick up friends in their final year, despite her obvious beauty.
Heather gazed at Susie's long blonde hair that curled down her arched back to the pit of her spine. She had never cut it and normally it cascaded over her shoulders in a storm of golden wheat, haloing her cute face and long slender neck.
Now, as she had just come back from school, it was swept up in a pony tail, held by a pretty, pink bow.
The new school had no dress code so she wore her blue, flared jeans and denim top, which clung to her lythe, young body in a way that her prior strict school would never have allowed. The shirt was unbuttoned allowing ample view of her blossoming bosom which spilled out over the content cat.
"Why the collar says he's called Grimbold." Susan announced with her wide grin. "We're going to be the bestest friends, aren't we."
Grimbold pushed his big head between those firm, warm mounds and licked the deep cleft between.
Susie squealed.
"Hey stop that! It tickles, you naughty boy."
She let the big tom go and it sprang in mid air to land on its massive paws at her feet. It walked stiffly over to Heather and rubbed its flank around the Mother's legs.
"See, Grimbold likes you too, Mum. I'm going to get changed, give him a stroke and I'll be down to feed him." She clattered up the stairs two at a time.
Heather leant down to stroke him and he arched his back appreciatively.
Heather looked into his eyes and suddenly felt uncomfortable as the green slits held hers.
She felt an urge to look away but found she couldn't.
Grimbold held her in his spell, weaving between her crouched legs, his eyes never leaving hers, suddenly he ducked under the folds of her skirt and ran his soft furry head up her naked inner thighs and nestled into her pantied crotch.
Heather felt a paw on her covered vagina, pressing hard between the folds of her sex lips as she crouched in amazement. The paw felt just like a man's prick as it pushed against her clitoris, urgently.
All the frustration of the past six months without sex flooded her mind. She gasped, feeling her pent up desire shoot up her spine before she came to her senses.
"Hey, you naughty boy. Not there!" She rose up and looked at the cat, who glanced at her, stroked his whiskers, then walked away and up the stairs.
Heather looked at his disappearing form and shook her head.
'Christ, its like having a man about the house!' She grinned to herself, turning to fix the dinner.
Upstairs Susie was in front of the long mirror gazing at her reflection. On the floor were her discarded jeans and shirt.
She was built like a colt, all long legs and thin hips, flat stomach and narrow shoulders.
She didn't mind her slight frame, like the ballerina she dreamed to be... it was her chest that made her so self conscious.
She reached behind and unhooked her brazier. Two 'melons' bounced out of their confinement, rock hard orbs with thrusting pink nipples that, when erect, extended obscenely outwards, by at least an inch. They unfurled in the mirror as she watched horrified as usual..
