Chapter 5

One night I got back from work, and eagerly waited for Rosa to get home and make dinner. I grabbed a granola bar. I thought, “Tastes like tree bark, but it’ll keep the hunger monster at bay a little while.”

I heard sex noises coming from Babette’s room. It was getting repetitive. I went to bang on the door, but I saw it was open. Babs was laying on her bed naked, masturbating to a porn movie!

“Babette, your mom told you not to watch porn!”

“But Jack, it’s research. I had questions about people with incest fetishes. See this movie? The mom is sucking the son’s dick, while the girl rides her dad and plays with the mom’s boobs! Do real families act like that? Why do people get turned on by this stuff?”

“You tell me? You look pretty turned on!” She blushed and giggled.

I ordered, “Put on some clothes! We’ll talk about it when your mother gets home.” That was another terribly embarrassing conversation.

Weeks later, I was enjoying a nice sex dream as I partially woke up. Some girl was licking the head of my cock, then sucking it and stroking with her hand, then went back to licking! It was even better than usual! Rosa learned some new tricks! More licking, then she sucked really hard! UNGH! I sprayed into her mouth! As I started to drift back to a dream state, I heard the door click shut. It was real, not a dream. I glanced at the clock. “sat9:15am”

I was confused. Saturday? Rosa worked at the hospital on Saturday mornings? But then how did she? What the? How could Rosa be in two places at the same time? Who? OOOHHH SHIIITTT!!!

The next Saturday morning was the same thing. I woke up as ‘somebody’ licked and sucked me to a wonderful orgasm. I played stupid again. I had no proof it was Babs, and there was no way I was going to lift the blanket or open my eyes to GET any proof. It went on every weekend for a month.

One Saturday I made some sandwiches for lunch and went looking for Babs. I found her in the garage, smoking a cigarette! She smiled and took another puff. “I’m almost out. If you get me a couple more packs, I’ll get naked and let you watch me blow you again?”

I tried playing dumb, but it didn’t work; “Again? What! What are you talking about?”

“I felt you lift the blanket while I was doing it, and I saw you watch me leave in the mirror this morning! So, should we tell mama I smoke, and I give you blowjobs?”

She got more cigarettes, and I got more Saturday blowjobs. I’m terrible, an awful human being! But a happy one.