RIPPED & READY (PART 8)

RIPPED & READY (PART VIII)

     The weekend seemed to race by, and I was glad that I decided to take Monday as a vacation day.   It was Sunday night and I knew that I needed a least one day to recover from the festivities I partook in during my stay in Santa Cruz.  As I pulled into the three-car drive way, I noticed that my mom's blue Volvo was not in its spot.  I assumed she had not made it home from her sister's house -- she normally stayed until Monday whenever she went to visit Aunt T. T. (Theresa Taylor). 

     I looked across the street and noticed that all the lights were off at D'Andre's house.  It was 12:00 am Monday morning.  The streets were quiet, and the only creature stiring was Butch and Geraldine's mangy mutt, Dino.  He started barking in that washed out woof of his -- even as a puppy he had a strange bark.  I ignored him, grabbed all of my bags out the trunk, and zigzagged my way toward the front door.  I heard faint music coming from inside the house and wondered, what the hell was pops still doing up. 

     I heard muffled laughter coming from the living room as I stood outside the door.  One of the voices was definitely pop's, but the other one was less familiar.  I sat my bags down on the ground, and crept around the side of the house to see who else was in the house with my dad.  Luckily, there was a crack in the curtain which allowed me to see in.  The images I saw caused my mouth to gape wide open.  I couldn't believe it.  I had to rub my eyes to make sure I wasn't seeing things.  

     "Oh yes, big daddy, hit that pussy right, yes," Denise said, clawing at my dad's back with her nails.  All I saw of him was his bare back, and his rotund hairy ass going round and round.  He was on top of her putting in some work on her vagina.  "Ah, yea, that's right, throw that fat pussy at my big ass dick, Ms. Ross," he said, moaning with pleasure, riding her like a professional porn-star. 

     It was like I was watching a poro movie which I liked doing; however, an overpowering feeling of shame over took my body, causing me to stagger back away from the window.  Even though I had just witnessed it with my own eyes, I didn't want to believe it, but my father's voice got louder assuring me that I had, indeed, seen what I saw.  "Fuck! Work that pussy on that dick...yes...oh yes...I'm about ready to bust this nut, baby-girl, yes...yes...ahhhh!!!!!!!!" 

     Suddenly, everything got quiet. 

     I remember I used to hear my pops talking like that when he was hitting mom's shit, but now, here he was, in our home, screwing this young ass girl on my mother's mauve-colored leather sofa.  How could he do that to my mother?  How could Denise do that shit to D'Andre?  How long had pops and Denise been fucking?  Have there been any other women?  Oh, my God I cannot believe it.  I felt sick and started throwing up.  There was no way I could possibly enter that house right now. 

     I wiped my mouth, and walked back around to the front of the house, grabbed my bags, opened the car door, threw my bags on the back seat, started up my car, backed out of the drive way, and sped off out of the court, fleeing the scene of an awful crime.  Tears were rolling down my cheeks and I drove like a bat out of hell, disoriented, wondering where I was going to spend the night.  I remembered my girl, Anita, telling me that she had taken Monday off too, so I made a B-line over to her apartment. 

     I knocked on the door in a panic.  I heard hear fussing as she approached the door.  "Who in the fuck is it, damn?" When she opened the door and saw me standing there, teary eyed, her attitude changed from funky to nurturing.  "Marco, baby, what's wrong, come inside," she said, pulling me by the arm into her place. 

     After I told her what took place, she glanced over at me, stunned and then said, "You see, that is why a motherfucking man can't do shit for me".

     I looked over at her, wiping my eyes, and told her, "Denise is a woman, what about that?"

     "Oh, yea, you do have a point.  That cow is a fucking little tramp.  What are you going to do, man?  Are you going to tell your mother and D'Andre what happened?" she asked, grabbing me by my hand, stroking the top of it. 

     "Girl, I don't know, all I want to do right now is go to sleep and get some rest.  I just cannot believe my dad would do something so nasty.  Hell, that girl is the same age as me, nineteen," I said, in a disgusted tone.  

     I thought to myself that, if I told D he would probably think that I was trying to break him and Denise up.  If I told my mother, my pops would most likely deny it.  It's a catch twenty-two.  I decided that, instead of telling either of them, I would have to do something more devious -- set their asses up, and make sure that both moms and D could see the shit for themselves.  Dad looked too comfortable, so I know he had to have been doing this shit for quite some time. 

     Now, I had to devise a scheme to trap both of those damned cheating ass motherfuckers..... 

     It’s time to get dirty now….