My name is Renae. Everybody calls me Nae-Nae. I'm a 46-year-old sistah from...I guess...all over.
I'm really not too sure where I was born. My dad was in the Army so we bounced around a lot. I remember something about Germany and Italy, then there was Hawaii and maybe Ohio or Indiana. We finally ended up in North Carolina, and that's where my folks split up.
I never saw my dad much, and then at all, after that move. I was about 18 at the time.
Me an' momma stayed with one of her friends in Fayetteville, and then we moved in with her cousin, Cyndi, near Winston-Salem. That's also when we started seeing less and less of momma. She was only 19 when she married my dad and had me, and I guess she still had some partyin' to work out of her system.
My 25th birthday was the last time I saw her. She moved to Chicago with this dude she met at a club. I might get a Christmas or birthday card from her every now and then. I'm still livin' in Carolina with Cyndi.
I've been working as a warehouse manager for the last 12 years. Cyndi is a long-haul truck driver.
We do alright. Cyndi brings in most of the money and I tend to the house. We make enough to afford a nice 4-bedroom, Ranch-style in a decent section of town.
I've also helped raised her step-daughter, Jazmin, and nephew, Kayvon.
I love them both like they were my own, but sometimes those kids are the fuckin' devil. They're the reason why I got mixed up in the crazy-shit I'm mixed up in.
Jazmin (Jaz) is 24 now. She's smart (as in too damn smart!) and really pretty. Unfortunately, she learned at an early that her looks would get her over, so she uses her tits and ass to get her way whenever and wherever she can.
Kayvon just turned 20. Like his cousin, he's been blessed (more on that soon enough) and is also very good looking. He and his cousin are like "peas in a pod".
It was just a matter of time before they found a way to take advantage of my easy-mark, dumb-ass!
So last year, Cyndi went out on a cross-country haul. She doesn't do it often, but whenever she gets one of these gigs she's usually gone for 2 or 3 weeks. That leaves me as the "adult" in the house with these devious, grown-ass kids.
I found out later that both of them fucka's started plannin' some shit the moment they heard about Cyndi's trip.
I need to give you a little more backstory -- in our house we have always had a laid-back, "body-conscious" take on things. In other words, "we walk around in our drawers, and bras are optional". We have all seen each other "half-naked and swinging" at some point. It's common for us to leave our bedroom doors open, unless somebody is actually trying to have some privacy, which is rare. Keep that in mind...
So the day after Cyndi hit the road, things were real quiet in the house. That should have been my first hint that Jaz and Kayvon was up to something, 'cause they are usually loud as fuck.
I had just gotten home from work, and I assumed that both of them were out since it seemed so quiet. I sat in the kitchen and ate the carry-out food and beer I'd bought. Then I stripped down to my panties, pulled on a robe and plopped down on the couch and channel surfed. When I got bored with that I got my tablet and went to my favorite free porn sites and browsed the new content.
I was into it for no more than 5 minutes when I heard laughter from the far end of the hall and I realized that Kayvon was home. I put away the tablet and made my way down the carpeted hallway. I wanted to just poke my head in and say hi, but I had to pause outside his door.
"C'mon girl..." I heard him sayin' in his "smooth-talk" voice. "Tell daddy how much you want this dick..."
"Oh shit...!" I thought. "Does he have a girl in there?"
I leaned to the side to get a better look without him seeing me. He was alone and laying on his bed. In one hand he held his phone and in the other hand, his "Johnson, at-full-attention". I couldn't see who he was having FaceTime sex with, but I could tell that she was blonde and white.
"You know I do, daddy..." she moaned in a "baby-talk" tone. "I want that sweet, Black dick all up inside my tight white pussy..."
Kayvon was stroking himself, and I imagined the girl was probably playin' with her pussy wherever she was.
This was a whole lot better than any porn I might find!
I stood there quietly and watched them for a few more minutes while they went back and forth like that. When the tingle between my legs got really strong, I crept back to my room to deal with it. Jaz's room was dark, which meant she was still out runnin' the streets, but I didn't want to risk her coming in and catchin' me pervin' out on her cousin.
I went into my room and closed the door behind me. I was touching myself before I even reached the bed.
Let me pause here and drop in a few insights: (1) that evening, it had been almost 3 months since the last time I had gotten laid; (2) that wasn't the first time I'd seen or gotten all wet over Kayvon's impressive manhood; (3) that also wasn't the first time I'd rubbed-one-out over a member of this household; (4) in case you haven't noticed already, I am a REALLY HORNY woman; I've often been accused of "thinkin' with my pussy"...
So, everybody probably has a special way they like to masturbate. I'm a pillow-grinder. My favorite is the Winston-Salem State throw pillow I keep on my bed (Go Rams!) -- It's soft, but firm enough on the edges and works perfectly against my clit.
