Tammy’s mom is the only parent we have left between us. Mine died 10 years before just 2 weeks apart. Her father died about two years earlier. Her mom, Janice, has been a great mother-in-law, and I’ve always got along well with her. I immediately book a flight for her to DFW that departs in 3 hours. Tammy calls her office manager to get her sessions covered. We decide that Jenny I will stay home, because she has meet the teacher night later in the week, and I have a bid for a big construction job coming up.
We say good-bye to Tammy at the airport and head home in silence. I know Jenny and I need to have a talk, but with all that is happening, it just doesn’t seem to be the right time. After dinner, we watch a little TV together and I decide to turn in early. Tammy told me that her mom received some bad bruises from the wreck. She was going to have to stay for at least two nights to help set up home health care for her mom.
Unfortunately, I didn’t sleep well, worrying about Janice and how Tammy must be feeling. The next day I had an early morning, followed by a very long day. I felt good about the proposal and hoped that we would get the bid. When I got home, I was surprised to find Jenny cooking Pasta con Gamberi e Pomodori with almonds and angel hair pasta. It is a traditional Sicilian pasta and shrimp dish that Tammy’s grandmother taught her. Apparently, Tammy had passed it on to Jenny. She had me sit in my lounge chair and brought me a cold beer, while we waited on the food.
My mind was awash in thoughts. This new thing with Jenny and I, Tom and his daughter, the job proposals I was working on, and finally yet importantly, Janice and her accident. Again, I knew I needed talk to with Jenny, but I didn’t even know where to begin.
After a very quiet dinner, I helped clean the kitchen and told Jenny I was dead tired and I needed to turn in early. I got ready for bed and popped an Ambien to make sure I would sleep all night. I tend to be light sensitive when I sleep so I keep it as dark as possible in our bedroom. No nightlights or bright clocks to keep me awake. I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
In the middle of the night sometime, I woke with a start. I was feeling disoriented from the pill, but Tammy was lying next to me and she was gently sliding her hand up and down my cock. She must have caught an early flight home and managed to get in bed without waking me. I was rock hard…and I had to pee so bad it hurt. I turned and whispered to her, “Your home early. How’s your mom.”
“Fine.” She whispered back.
“Hey, Babe, I gotta pee like a Russian race horse. I’ll be right back.”
The bathroom light blinded me as I headed to the toilet. I tried to pee, but couldn’t because of my hard-on. I finally had to sit on the toilet so I could drain my bladder. I washed my mouth out with mouthwash and stumbled back to bed.
It was dark and it took a minute to find Tammy’s mouth. Her kiss was more urgent than usual. I could also feel her trembling slightly as I touched her. She pushed her tongue all the way into my mouth. That was something new, but I just sucked her tongue into my mouth. I reached between her legs and cupped her bald pussy with my hand, and then I slid a finger into her soaking wet cunt. She jerked a bit and a low moan escaped her lips. God, she was so horny! I kissed her down her neck and across her shoulders, working towards her perky tits. Tammy had other ideas and pushed me back on the bed. She positioned herself between my legs and sucked my cock into her mouth. Normally, a cock sucking session for Tammy is more of a cock worshiping session. She refers to it as her favorite toy and she plays with it and teases me relentlessly. This time she went for the gusto, sucking it like there was no tomorrow. I wasn’t complaining.
Shit, I don’t think she’d ever been so horny. After 5 minutes of awesome fellatio, I was ready to make love to her. She must have sensed it too, as she straddled me, positioned my rod at the entrance to her pussy, and slid it into her. Good God, she was tight! She must have kept her PC muscle clenched the whole time as her hot, wet little fuck hole squeezed around my shaft. She stopped before it went all the way into her and slid slowly back up. As she slid back down my pole, she leaned forward so her chest was laying on mine. Once there, she started humping up and down on my cock. This was a new position for her, but I liked it…a lot. I wrapped my arms around her and marveled at how impossibly small her waist was.
She was still trembling, but not so much now as she drove my cock into her tight little pussy repeatedly. I usually liked the way Tammy would milk my cock with her powerful pussy muscles, but this new technique of clamping and holding the muscles was new and exciting, and I realized that I even though I was trying to make this last as long as possible, I was going to cum soon. Suddenly, Tammy let out a cry and rammed her pussy hard into me and though it seemed impossible, her pussy clamped down even harder on my cock. That was all I could take and flooded her waiting womb with a massive load of cum. We laid that way for quite a while, both of us spent. When she finally got up off me, my semen spilled out of her like a fountain. Completely exhausted, I fell back asleep immediately; wet spot be damned.
About 9 A.M. I woke with a start to the phone ringing. I picked it up and said, “Hello.”
I heard a familiar voice on the other end. “Good morning, sleepy head. I’m probably going to stay with mom for a couple more days.”
My whole universe tilted on its axis and I was speechless. I looked over to my right and Jenny was staring at me with her big blue eyes. Oh, Shit! What the hell had I done?
I heard Tammy say, “Hon, are you there? Is everything alright?”
“Um, oh. Yeah, everything is fine. I took an Ambien last night so I’m a little out of it.”
Tammy said, “OK. Well, I’ll see you in a few days. I love you and miss you. Give Jenny a hug for me.”
Without thinking, I responded, “I already did. Bye Hon.”
I turned to Jenny and asked harshly, “What the hell did you do?”
She said, “Please, Dad, don’t be mad at me. I just wanted to see what it was like.”
I growled, “Jenny, do you know how much trouble I could get in for this? Never mind what your mom will say if she finds out. How long have you planned this?”
With that, a sob escaped Jenny’s lips, a tear rolled down her cheek, and her little lip quivered. She begged, “Please don’t be mad at me, daddy. I hear you and mom all the time and I’ve even seen you a few times. I just wanted to know how you make her feel.”
I felt bad for making her cry so I hugged her close. “I’m really not mad at you. I’m the adult and I’m mad at myself. So many things were different about last night, and I should have known, but I didn’t stop it. Wait, you’re shaved down there. When did you do that?”
She said, “Yesterday while you were at work. Did you think that I was mom?”
“Yes. Yes I did. But I also knew something was different. I should have picked up on it and stopped before…”
That’s when the whole gravity of the situation really sunk in. I had fucked my own daughter last night and even taken her virginity. Shit! I was going to burn in hell! There was no undoing this or going back to the way things were. No talk with Jenny was going to make this right.
I asked her, “Were you a virgin? You told me you weren’t interested in boys.”
She responded, “Yeah, I was a virgin, but Heather taught me how I could pop my own cherry to get ready to have sex with you, since you’re so big and all. I’m not interested in boys, daddy. I wanted a man to make love to me, and I wanted that man to be you.”
“What? Heather helped you plan all of this?”
Jenny said, “Yeah. She’s been fucking uncle Tom for two years. So she helped me to get ready so that I could fuck you.”
Even after all that happened, I was surprised at the graphic sex talk from Jenny. I wondered aloud, “Shit what’s your mom gonna to do? She’ll probably throw me out, call the cops, and then divorce me.”
“I’m not going to tell her, or anybody else. But, I don’t think mom would mind all that much anyhow.”
I almost yelled, “Are you crazy? What makes you think that mom won’t be upset?”
She said, “Let me show you something.” She got out of bed naked and headed out of the room.
I followed close behind. She took me to the basement door and headed down the stairs. We have a small basement for our A/C and utility closet. We also use it to store boxes of old stuff. She led me to a small locked trunk. She reached up on top of the cabinet and pulled out a small key. She asked, “Do you know what this is?”
“That’s your mom’s mementos from high school and college.”
She chuckled, “I guess you could call it that.” She opened the trunk and handed me what looked like a diary. I opened it and read a few lines. It was obviously a detailed account of sexual activity.
I handed it back to Jenny and said, “Hon, I know your mom wasn’t a virgin when we met. In fact, she is the horniest woman I’ve ever met. Just because she was promiscuous before I met her doesn’t mean that she won’t be upset when she finds out what I did to you.”
She said, “OK, this diary isn’t just about random guys. Here look at this and you will understand.”
She handed me a manila envelope. I slid the photos out and my universe tilted again. There was a black and white photo of Tammy as young teen. In the picture, she was about Jenny’s age and the resemblance was stunning. She was sitting on a bed nude, sucking a man’s cock. That man was Anthony or Tony as we called him. It was Tammy’s father!
There were pictures of her in various sex positions with her father. Some of the pictures were much more recent. One in particular caught my attention. Tammy’s parents had a beach cabin and we had stayed with them for a couple of weeks one summer. Here was a picture obviously taken during that vacation because I remembered her hairstyle that summer. I could see a mirror behind the bed and the person in the mirror was unmistakable even though the camera covered her face. It was Janice, Tammy’s mother! They must have taken the pictures when I went to take sailing lessons for the day.
My world turned upside down. In a month, everything I thought I knew had changed or been a lie. Without a word, I walked out of the closet. I needed a good, long, hard ride, to try to wrap my head around all these sudden changes in my life.