Chapter 2: My Mom and Kristen Gang Up On Me

After this went on for months, I stopped thinking about it as much and assumed life would go on as it was with regards to my uncle and niece. I knew my dad still lusted for Tammy but then he lusted for Amanda Tapping every time StarGate SG1 was on TV and he didn’t get to fuck her either. Then one day I was having lunch at the mall with my mom and she let me in on the REAL situation.

“You know Kelly, your dad really misses fucking Tammy,” my mom casually mentioned.

We had been talking about the new summer outfits in the store until then when she dropped this little bombshell on my lap. Damn, talk about a shift in the conversation!

“Oh really? What does he tell you?” I replied, curious now.

My mom looked around quickly to make sure nobody was standing behind her listening. The food court was crowded but even though that meant a lot of people were around, the general background noise made eavesdropping all but impossible.

“When I came home from work last night he was jerking himself off so hard he never even noticed I was in the room. He had his eyes closed and was moaning for Tammy to suck him harder and the fuck him harder. He even had some of her nude photos up on the computer screen.”

“You sure it was Tammy he was thinking about Mom?” I asked, “I mean, what’s the big deal about him jerking off when you’re out anyway. He use to do that all the time if I remember correctly.”

“Maybe it was the ‘Tammy, oh god Tammy’ part of the moans,” my mom responding with a wry grin.

“Well whatever. Heck mom, dad’s been jerking off about Tammy since she was twelve - at least that’s when I first saw him. What’s the big deal now?”

“No, you don’t understand,” she replied, shaking her head with her eyes looking down at the table as if she was afraid to look me in the eyes, “It’s ALL the time now. It seems every time he masturbates, it’s about her. He has one of her bikini photos as his screensaver on the computer. I had to poke him in church last week when he kept staring at her boobs during the service. THEN, last night when he was fucking me, he called me Tammy!”

“You’re kidding!” I said, my mouth hanging open. If there as one thing my father NEVER did, and that was put anyone before my mother when it came to sex, not even me.

“No, I’m dead serious,” she said in a low voice, “He’s NEVER done anything like that before. Hell, he never even did that with your name, not even when the two of you were fucking like rabbits.”

“Well, I knew he always liked fucking her, but I didn’t realize he would go this far overboard over it,” I said apologetically.

“I could deal with it,” my mom sighed, “except now he’s started looking at little girls on the web and even in public”

I sat there stunned as she delivered the final body blow.

“I’m really frightened at how fixated he has become with her,” my mom continued, her voice starting to crack as her emotions came out, “I’m worried he’s going to get caught downloading porn - or worse. All I need is someone turning him on for stalking little girls in the mall or God knows what else.”

“Oh mom, Dad would NEVER do anything like that!” I protested.

“I never would have thought so either,” she said, the concern deep in her voice, “But lately I don’t know so much for sure. “It’s almost frightening. He’s obsessed!”

“OK, but why tell me?” I asked, although I had this sinking feeling in my stomach that I knew where the conversation was heading.

“You’ve GOT to do something Kelly,” she said, almost begging me, “You’ve got to convince your uncle to let John start fucking Tammy again.”

There was no doubt in my mind that I could persuade my uncle, just as I was sure there was no doubt in my mom’s mind either. Why else would she be asking me? Even so, my mouth went dry as I grasped the enormity of what she was asking me to do and what I knew deep down was necessary.

“But mom ... he’s so gross,” I pleaded, hoping she would have a Plan B that didn’t involve Uncle Jim’s smelly dick.

“Kelly, you HAVE to let him do you,” my mom pleaded again, “We both know it’s the only way he’ll ever let your dad have her again.”

“But mom, dad told me I didn’t have to let him do me any more,” I tried to reason with her.

“I know, and that’s the hard part,” she sighed, “You can’t let your dad know about it. He would never let you do it.”

“Well, he couldn’t stop me if I really wanted to,” I responded.

“Kelly, that’s not the point and you know it,” she snapped slightly at me, “Oh sure, he’ll fuck Tammy if he gets the chance; he’s not THAT much of a saint. It’s just that he’ll never feel as good about it as he would if he hadn’t found out that you had sacrificed that way for him.”

At that point, what could I say? I knew it must have been terribly hard for my mom to bring this up. Something told me she probably wasn’t telling me half the story as it had to be a lot worse than what she described for her to ask me this. All my life my mom was the one who protected me from my dad’s sometimes “overzealous” moods, those times when he would get really horny and almost do something stupid, like trying to fondle me in public. Usually it was my mom saying “no” and for her to even propose such a thing told me more than she could ever explain.

The relief on her face when I agreed was instant, as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. As much as my stomach was churning at the moment, seeing her expression told me I had made the right decision. Now the question was, how to get it done!