Changes – Part 3

A father had been awakened in the middle of the night by his daughter. Thinking it was his wife he made passionate love to her and only found out what really happened when his wife called him in the morning. His daughter, Jenny, informs him of a discovery to assure him that his wife will not be upset about their midnight rendezvous.

I followed close behind. She took me to the basement door and headed down the stairs. We have a small basement for our A/C and utility closet. We also use it to store boxes of old stuff. She led me to a small locked trunk. She reached up on top of the cabinet and pulled out a small key. She asked, “Do you know what this is?”

“That’s your mom’s mementos from high school and college.”

She chuckled, “I guess you could call it that.” She opened the trunk and handed me what looked like a diary. I opened it and read a few lines. It was obviously a detailed account of sexual activity.

I handed it back to Jenny and said, “Hon, I know your mom wasn’t a virgin when we met. In fact, she is the horniest woman I’ve ever met. Just because she was promiscuous before I met her doesn’t mean that she won’t be upset when she finds out what I did to you.”

She said, “OK, this diary isn’t just about random guys. Here look at this and you will understand.”

She handed me a manila envelope. I slid the photos out and my universe tilted again. There was a black and white photo of Tammy as young teen. In the picture, she was about Jenny’s age and the resemblance was stunning. She was sitting on a bed nude, sucking a man’s cock. That man was Roberto or Robert as we called him. It was Tammy’s father!

There were pictures of her in various sex positions with her father. Some of the pictures were much more recent. One in particular caught my attention. Tammy’s parents had a beach cabin and we had stayed with them for a couple of weeks one summer. Here was a picture obviously taken during that vacation because I remembered her hairstyle that summer. I could see a mirror behind the bed and the person in the mirror was unmistakable even though the camera covered her face. It was Janice, Tammy’s mother! They must have taken the pictures when I went to take sailing lessons for the day.

My world turned upside down. In a month, everything I thought I knew had changed or been a lie. Without a word, I walked out of the closet. I needed a good, long, hard ride, to try to wrap my head around all these sudden changes in my life.

I raced along on my mountain bike, thoughts swirling through my head.