Chapter 2: Tammy Today

As I was growing up, Tammy was like another aunt to me and we were always very close. Since she moved I’d only seen her once as my mom always made the trip to Oregon alone. The last time Tammy had been to our house was when I was fifteen and I had no idea back then about the “real” story of her and my dad. Of course they seemed very “friendly”, if you know what I mean, but I figured that was just because she was such a close friend of my mom all these years. Even if I had known about their past history it wouldn’t have mattered since neither Tammy nor my father would have committed adultery. Tammy because it went against her religious beliefs and my dad because he knew my mom would castrate him!

In addition to just wanting to get away for a rest, I now wonder if one of the reasons my mom has preferred to go to Oregon to visit Tammy is the terrible temptation it must pose for my dad to be around Tammy. As I mentioned they both had reasons not to commit adultery but there was no reason for them to put themselves in a situation they didn’t need to be in.

So far as my mom knew, or at least so far as she told me, Tammy had been faithful to her husband for the most part other than a brief indiscretion during the early years of her marriage. Nobody should be condemned for a mistake made so long ago but now that she had such a great marriage going why bring back memories of those teenage years to tempt her?Well, regardless of any concerns there may be, this summer Tammy was going to come our way and so arrangements were made for her fly out for a week in late July. This would be the first time I’d met Tammy since I started having sex with my parents and learned the full story about her relationships with my parents. Even so, my mom had cautioned me that she had not told Tammy anything about the new incestual relationships in our family. For that matter, in all these years she had never told her best friend about the what had happened between her father and sister.

My mom laughed a bit nervously as she talked to me about it.

“Sorry, girl. I’d prefer you forego masturbating while watching TV if your dad’s in the room and for heaven’s sake, NO fucking your dad while she’s around - not even in your room. You know how things carry through the walls in this house.”

“But it’s OK if I do it if it’s just you and her around, right?” I questioned, trying to establish the protocols for Tammy’s visit. I could understand her not wanting Tammy to know about me and my dad but it wasn’t like Tammy was a prude either. It’s not like masturbation was a sin so why hide it?