“I could deal with it,” my mom sighed, “except now he’s gone to 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 said, 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 girls on campus or God knows what else.”
“Oh mom, Dad would NEVER do anything like that!”
“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!
I suppose I could have just gone to my Uncle Jim and announced my intentions. In retrospect, that would have been a better idea. My only concern was that he was such a boor that he might say no just to be a prick. He knew he held all the cards. How can you compare am eighteen year-old girl against one who was almost 23 when it came to a swap? Other than I weighed probably a hundred pounds less, I could’ve been my aunt compared to how my dad would view Tammy laying naked on the bed. I knew my mom would be too worked up to discuss it further with her and of course, I couldn’t ask my dad for his ideas so who do you turn to in these times? Well, why not turn to the family whore? In my case that was my cousin Kristi.