Memoirs of a Creole Crime Cartel

“You sure you're alright…you don't seem to be in high spirits.”
I stared at my father as I thought, “Should I tell him the truth or should I just wait?”
I turned to him and replied, “I'm fine Papa…I'm just a little tired.” “I'm glad you're here.”
Just as I was about to speak again, one of his henchman strolled up to him and whispered something in his ear. Whatever it was it excited my Father as he turned to me and said, “Baby…I need to go handle some very important business… I'll have to give you a rain check?” “I promise to make it up to you okay baby?”
When he said that, it devastated me, because for the first time in my life, I felt that I could come to grips with my dilemma and discuss something of importance with my Dad but before I could do that he's ushered off on one of his many business ventures, which always happens with him. I just dropped my head as he kissed me on my left cheek and then walked down the hall toward his private office. At that very moment I felt alone and unwanted as I tried to keep my composure and my strength. I couldn't help but wonder why he wanted me here? It was then that I began to plot my plan. I couldn't believe what I was thinking as I plotted out my timeline to get back to Roscoe…con you believe that?  Of all the people I expected to understand me I never in my wildest dreams would've believed that he was the one truth person that really cared about me. LaVette was my genuine friend, but I needed more…I needed the love that only a man could provide me. I wasn't really feeling the party after he ran out on me, so I thought I'd go into the den for awhile before I made my way back in the swaray. I strolled slowly toward the den and I noticed that the double doors were closed which was odd. I walked up to the doors and put my right hand on the doorknob ensuring it wasn't locked. As I slowly turned the doorknob I heard voices in the rear part of the room. At first I didn't want to enter in so as I was about to go back out the door, I turned around to close the door behind me but when I heard my name mentioned, I immediately stopped in my tracks and thought, “Hey…they're talking about me…who's in here talking about me?” I immediately stepped back into the den and slowly made my way back toward the conversation. The room was extremely spacious so whoever was in the room around the corner sitting on the couch could not immediately see if anyone approaching in the room. I crept up closer into the den around the library collection and hid between the shelves as I noticed two women on the couch exchanging intense dialogue which sounded like they were arguing about something. I just stood in the shadows, watching and listening as they continued going at each other.
“What if she knows something…I know she'll tell him!” “I need to be the one to break the news about us to him…not someone who doesn't understand?”
“Calm down…Let just think about this a minute.” “She won't go to him because she has her own problems to deal with…trust me.” “She got to worry about how she's gonna explain to her Father about her pregnancy with that lowlife scum pimp she calls a boyfriend!”
Sonja looked surprised as she replied, “What…Tangie's pregnant?”  
“Yeah girl…can you believe she actually thinks that her Father is gonna let her just run and marry that bastard!” “Which knowing Andrew…he'll fuckin' kill that bastard before he allows her to have a bastard child out of wedlock with that scum.”
 Sonja looked at Big Momma with a smile as she replied, “Well; now that's interesting!” “I told you that little bitch coming home would be a problem…not only for us but for everything we have worked for.”
“Hey…that's my Granddaughter you're talking about…watch it bitch!”
I gasped as I finally realized it was my Grandmother and Sonja, plotting against my Father and me. I was completely traumatized when I heard what they were discussing as I just continued to listen to them talk. Suddenly, Sonja stood up and stepped close to my Grandmother, reaching down for her hand. Immediately my Grandmother stood up with an angry face as Sonja slowly put her hands on her face. Sonja's stare was passionately deep as she made my Grandmother melt in her presence. It was like she was on a drug as she immediately responded to Sonja's touch.
     Soon they were engaging in a passionate French kiss as their tongues danced intensely in each of their mouths. As I watched this unfolding before me, I was stunned but I must admit this was extremely sensuous watching this hateful bitch devouring my Grandmother as she was now in total submission to her. Unbelievably I felt myself becoming aroused as I watch her now removing the strap from my Grandmother's gown to the side as she began to kiss her shoulders, making her way to the left side of her neck. Big Momma just moaned as Sonja's sexual supremacy took command of her. Sonja smiled as she nibbled on her left ear and whispering explicit language to her in low breath. Big Momma was now breathing extremely hard and fast as Sonja's began to rub the small of her back, than resting her hand on her ass. Sonja than pulled her close, grabbing both her cheeks as my Grandmother wrapped her arms around her neck.