Chapter 1: Tammy and My Mom

My mom’s best friend, without a doubt, was Tammy - not to be confused with my younger cousin Tammy. Tammy was born a few months earlier than my mom (she was born in February whereas my mom came along later in June) and they has known each other since they were little girls. I guess it was sort of like what I have with my own best friend - Beth, only for a lot longer.

As I got older, it was interesting for me to learn that Tammy actually dated my dad long before my mom did. He even had sex with Tammy, something Tammy told my mom at the time as best friends would. My mom was dating a few other guys, giving out a few blowjobs here and there. When my dad fucked her about six months or so after he first did Tammy, she told Tammy that he had been her first.

The reality was that my mom lost her virginity only a couple of months after Tammy, but she never told Tammy because of WHO took it. More than 25 years would pass before Tammy learned the truth - that my mom (and well as Linda, her younger sister) first had sex with their own dad - my grandfather.

My mom married my dad in 1984 with me making an entrance nine months later. Tammy married a couple of years later to a guy she met in college. Given her and my mom’s close friendship, the families got together frequently although Tammy’s husband was never told the REAL history of what went on between his wife and my dad back in her high school days. Tammy has two teenage boys and lives in a rather upscale neighborhood in Bend, Oregon, your typical All-American family.

When Tammy’s husband had been transferred to the Oregon, it was the first time my mom had been separated for any extended length of time from her closest friend and confidante. They relied mostly on phone calls and e-mails to keep in touch but still managed to meet each other at least once or twice a year, usually trading off each time as to who would travel to visit the other.

During Tammy’s earlier visits to our house, I was pretty young so she and my mom pretty much did things without me. She never brought me with her to visit Tammy until a few years ago. Their trips were meant to be between the two of them so it never bothered me that I wasn’t included.

In July of 2002, I was seventeen and enjoying the summer before my senior year of high school when Tammy came to visit. Things got quite interesting when we spent some time together in the hot tub while my mom was at work. I can still remember the way Tammy’s mouth dropped opened when I raised my legs over the edge of the tub before lowering myself until the jet was positioned just right so as to send a stream of hot water right against my pussy.

As I took began to rub myself I looked over and saw Tammy just staring at me. She just couldn’t believe what I was doing myself right in front of her! I was raised that masturbation wasn’t anything taboo or that needed to be hidden so it was a little awkward at first.

I’ve said so many times that masturbation is the key to developing any form of informal sexual relationship and so it was with me and Tammy. In the end, my masturbating opened the door for us to start talking about sex and some of the things we’d done over the years. I guess I assumed that being so close to my mom that she would already know a lot about me so I didn’t think twice when it came to talking about me and my dad and how he had started fucking me about a year ago now.

Well, if Tammy was shocked to see me openly masturbate, it was nothing compared to the horrified look on her face now. It took some fast explaining to convince her that my dad wasn’t a child molester or pervert. Before she went home we experimented a little but it was nothing much overall.

It was almost four years before Tammy was able to make it to our house again. My mom had visited her several times in between but I was never able to go. All summer long my mom had been planning a trip to Oregon for some time in mid-August so it came as a surprise when Tammy visited us in July without hardly any forewarning. Apparently there was some conference in Pittsburgh and the person from her company that was suppose to attend got sick leaving her as a last minute replacement.

Upon hearing of her impending arrival, I can remember wondering if there would be a chance to see if our last time had just been a fluke or what. My mom tried to keep my hopes in check, telling me that while Tammy may have experimented with me the last time last, I shouldn’t expect too much this time around. She was actually quite surprised that Tammy and I had done anything at all, since the two of them never had! That didn’t surprise me as I had not done a lot with my best friend either except for a few parties and a couple of times with my dad. There’s something about being best friends I guess that tends to keep sex out of the equation.