My husband Roy and I live with his father Rex. At first when we moved in it was to be a temporary arrangement, just long enough for us to get on our feet. But it's been over a year now and we're still living there all because my husband can't hold down a job for longer than a month. No he would rather I work and him stay home so he can make his social media videos. He wants to be a star. Meanwhile I'm crashing because I'm having to work seven days a week to make ends meet and I stay tired all the time. At the tender age of twenty-one I already feel like I'm fifty! It's ridiculous.
Last night I got laid off from the factory where I was working as a temp. I should have seen it coming because we've been working seven days a week for two months now. I came home feeling down and out about the fact that I was going to have to find another job. I really didn't want to tell Roy either. So I sat down at the kitchen table and started to cry. I had been so close to being hired.
Rex walks into the kitchen dressed in a wife beater and a pair of dingy grey boxers basically his normal around the house. It took me some time to get used to seeing him dressed this way, because my father never did so. I mean goodness his manhood jiggles and bounces around as much as a woman wearing no bra. I should be ashamed that I look but good grief the man has a big package and he ain't afraid to show it off either. And I must say that for a man of 57 he's not in bad shape either in fact he's in better shape physically than his own son. My husband Roy has put on the weight since we moved in with his father. He's two hundred and sixty pounds and at five foot eight, you get the picture...right? But I still love my hubby very much.
Well anyways I sit up and dry my eyes with the back of my arm.
"What got you upset, Katie?" Rex asks as he walks over and gets a beer from the fridge. He twists the cap on the beer and tosses it into the trash and sits down across from me and takes a long swig from his beer.
"I'm okay." I say.
He shakes his head, "It doesn't look like it. Now tell me what's going on darling."
I didn't want to tell him, I mean good grief we owed him four hundred in rent from last month. Yes we pay his father rent to stay in the pool house out back. Not to mention we owe for our portion of the food too.
Roy had spent our/my money last month to buy a new computer and a digital camera and he didn't even tell me about it until the rent was due. The butt hole! Lately he's been testing my love for him on a daily basis it seems.
"You lost your job didn't you?" Rex said more than asked.
I looked at him wide eyed, "How did you know?"
"I still have friends down at the plant, Katie. They told me they suspected that there was going to be a Christmas lay off."
I shook my head and nodded, "Yes they laid me off, Rex...indefinitely."
He downs his beer, "Oh well, you need a break anyways. You've been working entirely too hard lately."
"I know but we owe you the rent from last month."
He clicked his tongue and shook his head, "Well there is that, yes but we're all family here." he patted my hand. "So don't worry you're pretty little head about it, Katie."
"No Rex, I don't want anyone's charity."
He gave me a smile, "Girl you got more pride than you have sense. How are you going to pay me anything when you don't have a job, Katie? I'm giving you an out here okay, so shut up and take it."
"I can clean your house Rex. I can cook and do your laundry."
He laughs and shakes his head, I wish Roy had as much gumption as you. But then he takes after his mother.
"Please Rex tell me what I can do to make things even? I'll do anything." I said pleadingly.
He leaned back in his chair and looked at me then folded his big arms, "Anything?"
"Yes."
"Even a blowie?"
"What?!" I gasped hoping that I'd heard him wrong.
"You heard me. I would like for you to give me a blow job." he smirked.
I shook my head, "No way!"
He shrugged, "Then you're not willing to do...Anything...now are you."
I stood up and was about to leave and he grabbed my arm and turned me around.
"You best not tell Roy about this, because if you do, he'll get mad and might have to whip his ass." he said and squeezed my arm to the point I yelped.
I shook my head, "I want...okay."
He smiles, "See there you can already keep a secret from your old man." He turned my arm loose and I hurried out the back patio doors. I stopped and turned to look at him to find him standing in the doorway. He smiled and scratched the front of his boxers.
I did tell him that I would do anything...right. And a blow job doesn't count as sex...right? Shit. I don't know why I did it but I walked back and stepped aside and I stepped back into the kitchen. He smiled at me knowing I was going to do it. Damn my pride.
I looked up at him, "I'm your son's wife, Rex and your asking me to give you a blow job. It's just not right."
He chortled, "You can walk away from my proposal, but yet here you are, Katie.
I was so befuzzled at that moment.
"You know you want to."
I folded my arms and stood my ground, "I do not. And for the record, I do this under protest, Rex."