Chapter 1: Simon-Sez
I wasn't too sure about what we had planned at first, but once Terrell convinced me I lost most of my jitters. What we eventually did could've gotten us both in a shit-load of trouble, but our 18-year-old hormones got the better of us.
We actually fucked my 40-year-old godmother, Nadean!
Just about everything went according to our plans. It was my cousin Terrell's 18th birthday, and he had asked to hang out with me at "Dean's" place that weekend. At first she didn't want to go for it 'cause she's always sayin' that "T" is a bad influence on me. She never seemed to catch on that I was the one always thinkin' shit up, while T was the one puttin' it into motion! Guess she still thought of me as her "sweet little angel."
That Friday after school we rushed home to set everything up in the den before she came in from work. T's older brother got us some brews and some adult movies, and I made sure that the "extras," like the blindfold, scarves and rope, were all hidden behind the couch. T also borrowed his brother's video camera, which we "hid" on top of the VCR. We had some really kinky shit in mind for Dean.
Now don't get me wrong, Nadean's a really sweet lady, and a lot of fun. She never got married and never had any of her own kids. I certainly appreciate all that she's done since my folks split up, lettin' me stay with her whenever I wanted to.
It's just that I'd had the hots for her since I was 10!
She looks really nice for an older sista. She wears her hair in a short afro, she's light-brown skinned with hazel eyes. She's also tall (about 5'11") and a little on the thick side, and has the phattest titties and booty I've ever seen.
And the fact that she acts like such a straight-laced, church-goin' type, made her that much more appealing. T always suspected that Dean was really a freak and tried to front like she wasn't. I used to think she was a lesbian, 'til we went snoopin' 'round in her room and found a big-ass black vibrator, and some really kinky bondage and S&M magazines.
That's when I got my idea!
Dean got home at almost 5:30 on the dot, like she does every weekday. She almost never goes out, unless it's to the store or to some church function. She has very few friends (she took me in 'cause she and my moms we're friends from high school), and I've never known her to date anybody.
When she walked in we were down in the den watchin' rented Kung-fu movies and havin' pizza and brews. Dean didn't mind if we had beer or wine, just as long as we didn't get too loud or start drinkin' the really hard stuff. Sometimes she'd have a drink with us, and that's when I found out she was a real lightweight. After two brews, she was gigglin' about silly shit, an' if she had more than that she'd really start actin' up.
Liquor made her horny too, 'cause almost every time after we'd had beer or wine with dinner I would hear her in her room later that night usin' the vibrator!
Dean sat on the couch next to me and had a few brews. T was lying on the floor in front of us. We started off with a sci-fi flick and she watched the movie for about an hour an' asked us to pause it while she stumbled upstairs to shower and change into her housecoat and slippers, which was her nightly ritual. This meant she probably wouldn't be wearing underwear! We turned the lights low and kept our fingers crossed, anxiously waiting for her to come back down.
Twenty minutes later she came back wearing her favorite purple housecoat and robe, and those silly-ass pink-bunny slippers she loves so much. We could tell she was still a little tipsy 'cause she started gigglin' about the lights bein' off.
"Oooh! Y'all tryin' to make this into a real movie-house, huh?"
While she was standing on the stairs T snuck a quick pick up her dress, from his spot on the floor. He gave me a wink and a "thumbs up," which meant that she wasn't wearing no panties.
Dean sat down next to me on the couch again and propped the "bunnies" up on my lap. She started gigglin' again 'cause she knew that puttin' her feet there annoyed me. But I just laughed it off and put my arms across her legs. T gave her another brew and made sure that she had a fresh one whenever she finished. She guzzled each of her drinks and we nursed ours.
After her fifth one I could tell she was startin' to get a little loose. From the one lamp still on in the far corner I could see that her eyes were gettin' glassy, and she'd let her robe fall open. I could see her left nipple poking through the thin cotton housecoat. And I started gettin' hard with her feet wigglin' on my lap. I pulled off the right "bunnie" and started massaggin' her foot. She let out a soft moan to let me know she liked it.
T got up to change the video-tape, gave me a wink and pushed the record button on the video-camera.
"Wha' ch'all gonna watch now...?" Dean slurred as she took another swig from her sixth beer.
"Somethin' you might like!" T said as he sat on the floor in front of her with his back against the couch.
Dean got even more comfortable watchin' the flick, sinking deeper into the couch. Her left foot slowly slipped down my leg to the floor, leaving her thighs wide open. As excited as I was I played it cool so she wouldn't know I was lookin'. I started kissin' and suckin' on her toes and slipped my left hand down to stroke her knee.
"Mmmm....that feel's good, baby..." she purred.
Her right hand went behind her head and her left slipped over T's head and gently stroked his chest. The robe came open even more.
"This' real nice, boys.....I like when we c'n do this...."
The brews and the skin-flick T had put on were definitely starting to get to her.
T looked back at me and I winked at him. I nodded at him, lettin' him know that everything was goin' just fine, as long as we took our time and played it cool. I continued strokin' and suckin' Dean's toes, while sneakin' my hand up to her thigh. T put his right hand behind his head and strecthed a little, finding her left nipple with the back of his hand, which he genlty stroked without drawing her attention.
On the TV, an amatuer video was playin' showin' two sistas and a brotha. One of the sistas was bein' tied up while the other two did whatever they wanted; spankin' her, fuckin' her, whatever! Dean's eyes never left the screen; this rough-kinky stuff was definitely her thing. Every now and then she'd make a soft moan or comment in response to what she was watching or what we were doing.
"Mmmm....yes...mmm, yeah...do it...smack dat ass…"
My hand was now at the top of her thigh. I could feel her heat at the tips of my fingers and the smell of her sweet pussy was all over the room. T was softly pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and he'd taken her hand and put it to his mouth alternately suckin' and lickin' each finger. I could feel her thighs quivering and little beads of sweat were on her neck and forehead. I nudged T with my left foot and I nodded at him to make the first move.
Five minutes later he got up and went over to where I'd hidden the "extras," and came back to stand just above where Dean's head was resting.
"You OK, Dean?" he asked with a big smile, "You want another beer or anything?"
"Naw, I'm jus' fine, honey..." she said reaching back to stroke his thigh, "I got ev'rything I need right here..."
"Well, we got a suprise for you...," he bent and whispered into her ear, "why don't you sit up for me so I can show you..."
"Wha' kinda su'prise y'all got for me..?" she giggled as she slowly sat up.
"I think you're gonna like this!" I smiled at her.
"OK... close your eyes." T instructed her.
"OK...!" she giggled again, ."..I'm closin' my eyes..."
Her robe was wide open, now and both nipples were standing at attention. The housecoat had bunched up at her waist and was only and inch below her pussy. Our eyes feasted on all this woman that was sittin' there in front of us. My hands were shakin' a little, 'cause I still wasn't 100% sure that we could pull this off. But T again took the lead and I was able to relax and enjoy myself.
He walked behind Dean and placed a silk scarf over her eyes and tied it firmly behind her head. She didn't say or do nothin', just giggled a little.
"Is that too tight on you, Dean?" T asked her.
"No, it's fine...." she replied, touching the blindfold with her left hand, ."..wha' kinda su'prise is this anyhow...?"
"We're jus' gonna play a little game..." he assured her. ."..jus' gonna have us some fun!" I always admired what a smoothe-talker T was. "You feel like playin'?"
"What we gonna play?" she giggled.
"You ever played 'Simon-Sez'?" T asked, "well we're gonna play 'T & Leon-Sez', OK? Whatever we tell you to do you gotta do, an' if you do it right you get anotha surprise. But if you do it wrong you gotta pay a penalty…you got it?"
