Chapter 4: My Dad Finally Fucks Tammy

For the rest of the day we left poor Rick behind, undoubtedly he had been hoping for another shot at my mom and me and who knows, maybe even Tammy. Oh well, it wasn’t like the boy couldn’t masturbate. My mom often complained about how much time he spent jerking off when he was at our house instead of doing his work.

That night my dad came home and as we sat around the table for dinner, the conversation inevitably drifted to talking about our respective days and how they went. When my dad looked at Tammy and asked her how things were going, she blushed and my dad looked at her with a questioning expression but she wouldn’t budge.

After dinner and dishes, we retreated to the family room to watch some TV. One of my dad’s favorite shows is Stargate, most likely more because of Amanda Tapping than the sterling plots and acting. As it happened, tonight was an episode that featured her and although she never showed anything sexy, I knew my dad was still turned on by her. For that matter, there were a few guys on there that I wouldn’t have minded getting some one-on-one time with either.

With Tammy in the room, my dad was apparently too shy to masturbate. It looked like it was going to be one of the only Stargate episodes we had ever watched where his dick wasn’t in his hand before the ending. It wasn’t anything “special: to me to see him jerk off as he’d been doing it since I was a little girl and for me, it was just a natural reaction to something that stimulated him on TV. All the same, it was a shame to see him sitting in his recliner knowing he was undoubtedly hard and hurting. Well, what were daughters for if not to help their dads?

At the time, I was wearing one of my dad’s dress shirts with the sleeves rolled up. It hung on me like a sack but was comfy as hell. Tammy was laying back on the love seat across from the couch where I was laid out. My parents were in their usual positions - their recliners at the end of the room opposite the large screen TV.

Without trying to make a show of anything, I reached under the shirt tails and started to play with myself as I watched TV. It wasn’t anything TOO blatant but if anyone was to look at me, it would have to have been pretty obvious I wasn’t scratching an itch - other than one in my pussy. It felt good to feel my fingers playing over my clit. I glanced over at Tammy who was still fixated on the TV and though about this afternoon. God I wish she had let Rick fuck her!

I’m not sure where I was hoping it would lead to, but before my actions could get any attention, my mom announced that she was tied and heading up to bed. My dad exchanged glances with her and said he would go as well, leaving Tammy and me behind.

“It’s awful early for them to be going to bed, don’t you think?” Tammy asked me after they had gone up the stairs.

“Oh Tammy, give me a break,” I said with a grin, my hand still between my legs but covered by the shirt tails.

Tammy suddenly looked as if the light bulb had turned on over her head and blushed.

“Ohhhhh, I get it now. Sorry, I can be pretty slow now and then.”

“Just now and then?” I was about to reply but thought better of it.

“You know, when I was growing up I didn’t even think my parents HAD sex anymore, let alone knew when they were doing it,” Tammy mused.

I laughed and replied, “Well, I guess that means SEEING them having sex was out of the question.”

“Oh god, the very thought of seeing that makes me shiver even now,” she giggled, moving her shoulders about. Then she looked at me wither eyebrows down a little as she squinted over at me.

“Oh don’t tell me,” she sighed with her eyes tolled up in her head, “You watch your parents having sex?”

I explained her to that actually I had not until I was sixteen and even then, the first time was by accident as I came home early from a party and they didn’t know I was home. As open as my parents were about sex when I was younger, for instance masturbation was never hidden, the act of sex was something they kept private for themselves. I don’t think it was so much that they were ashamed of me watching or even worried that a child was looking in. It was more of a personal thing for them that they reserved for themselves and them alone.

Of course, once you start having sex with your parents, seeing them doing it isn’t such a big deal anymore. I mean, don’t get me wrong; I LOVE watching my parents doing it but more because of the love it symbolizes between them than for anything else. I guess for most people, including Tammy, seeing your parents fucking isn’t something “normal”.

“Have you ever seen them fucking?” I asked.

“Well, back in school before we got married, we use to double date and sometimes things got a little carried away. It wasn’t like they did it while I watched, it was more like they did it while I was around. Besides, that was a LONG time ago.”

“Would you like to watch them now?”

“Huh? You mean, go up to their bedroom and watch them making love?”

Tammy’s voice sounded incredulous, as if she couldn’t believe I would even ask such a thing, let alone actually do it.

“Why not, they won’t care. Besides, I think my mom wants you to.”

“Why is that?”

“I think she has a surprise for you?”

Tammy just chuckled at that one.

“I don’t think ANYTHING she did at this point would surprise me!”

“So you wanna come up with me and watch them?”

“I guess so - you sure you want to stop what you’re doing?”

She was obviously referring to my mild masturbation attempts.

“Who said anything about stopping?”

“My god, does it ever end?” she sighed, getting up from the couch with a look of exasperation. I don’t think she meant anything bad, more like she was being overwhelmed by the events of the day.

Tammy was wearing pink cotton panties and a pink sleep shirt that came to her knees (I knew about the panties from when she was up on the couch with her legs pulled up.) She was sexy more into an erotic way than purely physical as her prime days were behind her. I wondered when the last time she ran around her house in such an outfit? Her husband would probably be shocked to see her in something even as discrete as this. I playfully patted her on the butt and she smacked my hand gently away as we giggled like school girls up the two flights of stairs to the bedroom.

Entering my parents room, my mom and dad were in a 69 with my mom on top, sucking my dad’s cock which looked to be at full mast. My dad had his face buried in my mom’s ass until he heard us entering and then he let his head fall back into the pillow to see us.

“Well, well, looks like we have an audience Mary,” he joked.

My mom looked over and winked but she didn’t let his cock drop from her mouth. Tammy and I took a seat next to each other on a small love seat they kept in their room. It was barely big enough for the two of us so we were tight together.

“So what do you think?” I whispered to her.

“This is weird ... I feel like I’m watching some sex show or something.”

“Aren’t they amazing together though?”

Tammy didn’t respond so I added, “Do you and David fuck a lot.”

Wrong question. Tammy’s lips all but disappeared as she pursed her lips and tried to ignore me. Obviously I had struck a raw nerve. Well, maybe she NEEDED to talk about it.

“When was the last time your husband fucked you?”

Tammy took a deep breath and was about to answer when our attention was brought back to my parents. My mom had gotten up and positioned herself on my dad’s dick, riding him cowgirl style with her butt facing him for him to play with. Tammy sighed as she watched her best friend being drilled by her husband. I was willing to bet it wasn’t something she had experienced much lately.

“Well, David has ... issues,” she finally came out and said.

“Can’t get it up?” I put it in more blunt terms.