Chapter 2: Sex with Tammy

How did I know Tammy’s juices tasted so sweet, you may ask? Because I’ve sucked her panties myself. And wiped her soiled panties over my face. I’ve done the same with my own, of course, as has Gary. And I’ve done it with his panties, too. Yeah, that’s right. I said HIS panties. I bought them for him. Black satin, just big enough to hold his package. God he looks hot in those panties, his big cock straining against the thin material. We’re both very sensual people, and we both love sexy lingerie. Lately I’ve been buying some sexy panties for Tammy as well. The first time it caused her to look at me with an inquisitive, curious expression. Gary was playing golf, and Tammy and I were home alone.

“Do you mind me buying you sexy panties like this, honey?” I’d asked her when I gave her her first pair.

“Gosh no! I like it, Mom. I love them! But how come? I mean, why did you decide to buy them for me?”

“You’re growing up, baby. And I want to help you experience the joy of wearing and doing sexy things as young as possible, like my mother did for me.”

“Grandma Jones bought you sexy panties like this to wear?” Tammy asked, smiling, holding up and appraising the skimpy bikini panties.

“OH yeah. She introduced me to LOTS of sexy things, honey, and I loved her for doing it.”

“Like what, Mom?” Tammy asked, her cheeks blushing slightly. “What did Grandma do?”

“I’ll tell you about some of them when you’re a little older, honey. You’re still just a little too young to share some of what I did with you.”

“Mom! Come on! I’m not a little kid anymore. I know stuff,” she said seriously.

“Like what, honey?” I asked.

“Like ... ah ... never mind,” Tammy blushed.

“No, honey. Tell me. You can share anything with me,” I said, sitting down on her bed next to her. Gary had left for work, and Tammy and I were alone in the house.

“Well ... Janie told me some stuff,” Tammy began.

“Tell me, baby. It’s okay. No secrets between us, remember?” I pleaded.

“Well ... she told me about how babies get made,” Tammy whispered.

“How, honey? What did she tell you?” I asked.

“She said a man’s thingy gets big and stiff and then he slides it into his wife’s ... you know ... her opening ... down there ... and then he squirts something inside her. I don’t think it’s pee, but I don’t know what it is. Neither did Janie, but it makes a baby. Is she right, Mom?”

“Yes, baby. That’s pretty much how it works,” I grinned, stroking Tammy’s hair. She was sitting up in bed now, her little boobs on display under her thin babydoll pajamas.

“That’s how you and Daddy got me, isn’t it, Mom,” Tammy said proudly.

“Yes, honey. It is.”

“Mom...”

“Yes, honey?”

“Does ... does Daddy still do it to you? I mean, you haven’t had any more kids. Janie says her mom and dad do it all the time. She called it fucking. Do you and Daddy do fucking, Mom?”

I laughed.

“Oh honey, yes, we certainly do. And it’s the most wonderful feeling in the world. But we don’t DO fucking, honey. We FUCK. And I haven’t had any more babies because I’m taking a pill to prevent it. Because we don’t want to share you with any brothers or sisters, darling. We want you all to ourselves.”

“Wow,” Tammy said, her eyes wide. “That’s fine with me, Mommy. I love being my myself. I don’t want any brothers or sisters either! And I think it’s cool that you and Daddy still fuck.”

“That’s not a word you should use, baby. Words like fucking and fuck are for adults only. But when you’re just around Daddy and me you can use those words, and more. Would you like to learn more?” I asked, a moist feeling growing in my cunt. I didn’t know where we were going with this conversation, but I knew I liked it and would let it play out however it did, regardless of where it led.

“Sure. I guess,” Tammy grinned.

“Well...” I began. “The technical term for what you called a man’s ‘thingy’ is penis, but the dirty words for it are cock, or a dick, or a prick. A woman’s opening is called a vagina, but we call it a pussy most of the time, or a cunt. Sometimes the word cunt is used to describe a woman, too, but it’s usually not a compliment. Fucking is when a man puts his cock in a woman’s pussy and fucks her. Get it?”

“Yeah,” Tammy grinned. “We have pussies, and men have cocks, right?”

“Yes, baby. You got it. And sometimes women are called cocksuckers. Men, too.”

“You mean when a woman or ... or a MAN puts another man’s cock in their mouth they’re a cocksucker? But ... but what if the man squirts his stuff in the cocksucker’s mouth while they’re sucking him?”

“We call his stuff ‘cum,’ honey. And it usually tastes delicious ... at least to me,” I said, the wetness in my cunt growing.