Chelsea and Ronnie: 2 Horny Nerds...and a Stepmom
The living arrangement between Ronnie, my step-mom and me had become...interesting.
The first time that he and I fucked, she watched us. And I had spied on the two of them doin' it on several occasions.
It was like there was this HUGE elephant in the center of the room. I knew that Ronnie was screwing Dee-Dee. She knew that he was gettin' some from me. And he knew, that we both knew, that we were both tapping that dick. It was just this kind of unwritten rule that none of us would speak about it openly. There was the occasional joke or smart-ass comment here and there, but not outright conversations.
Neither Dee-Dee nor I realized it at first, but Ronnie had devised his own "calendar" for taking care of us. He randomly tended to both of us four times each month, usually between Thursday and Sunday, with the occasional "mid-week surprise".
This went on for about 7 or 8 months from our first time together, until the night that Dee-Dee changed the entire game...
It was late August and Ronnie and I were looking forward to the upcoming Sci-Fi-Con sponsored by our favorite comic book shop. I was especially keen on the Cosplay party on Saturday night.
I'd attended the previous three years, going in costume the last two. The first time I went as "Tifa Lockhart" from the Final Fantasy game, and last year I was "Cat-Woman" (the Halle Berry version). This time I was going as "Leia", from Return of the Jedi, with the Jabba prisoner bikini, and my hair in a single long braid.
Ronnie always thought Cosplay was lame, but agreed to go with me this time, I even got him to wear a costume. He chose to go as "Mr. Spock" (who else?), the "Classic Trek" Mirror universe version - with goatee and dagger.
And to both our surprises, the day before the party, Dee-Dee announced that she planned to go with us as well. She went as "Daenerys Targaryen", or as she called it "Black Khaleesi", with a silver-blonde, braided wig, and a black silk and leather 'warrior dragon mother' gown and cape. She topped it off with a black, stuffed-toy dragon and a small riding crop.
We walked in with serious attitude, getting everyone's attention and placing all on notice that we weren't playin'...! There were over 200 in attendance at the hotel ballroom. Everyone had a great time. The music and drinks were top-notch, and we got our "Party On". The festivities ended at midnight, and we returned home just after 12:30.
We were still in a party mood...especially my stepmom.
"Your Khaleesi is thirsty," Dee-Dee announced as we entered the den. She placed her dragon and riding crop on a side table and sat in the leather lounge chair (her throne). "Attend to your Khaleesi."
Ronnie and I glanced at each, shrugged and smiled.
"Ok, I'll play along." I thought to myself.
Ronnie smirked, went to the bar, and prepared and poured Dee-Dee's favorite: Scotch and soda, neat.
"Your beverage, Khaleesi." He said in his best Spock-voice. He waited for her to take a sip.
"Your Khaleesi is pleased." She assured him.
Still in character, Ronnie took a stance at her side with his hands clasped behind him. She turned her attention to me.
"Your Khaleesi wishes to freshen up." She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand.
"Yes, Khaleesi." I bowed and back away a few steps. I went to the washroom and returned with a warm, damp cloth. Rather than hand it to her, I gently tapped at her temples and the back of her neck.
"Does this please my Khaleesi?" I asked.
Dee-Dee took another sip of her drink and nodded.
"Is there anything else I can do to please my, Khaleesi?" I asked when I was done. I glanced at Ronnie and we exchanged a quick smile.
She paused, sipped again and slowly crossed her legs. The deep slit in her gown fell open exposing an ample amount of thigh.
"Your Khaleesi's feet are quite tired." She announced.
I looked at Ronnie again. He gave me the Spock-brow and nodded.
"As you wish, Khaleesi." I bowed and back away again. I really liked the idea of where this was possibly going.
I went to the washroom again. This time I returned with a fresh, warm, damp cloth, a large bath towel and a small bottle of baby-oil.
I knelt in front of my stepmom and slowly undid the sandal-straps that snaked around her calves and ankles. I wiped her feet with the damp cloth, dried them with the towel, and then gently massaged oil into her feet, toes, ankles and calves.