Introduction
CHAPTER ONE Mother's Milk
CHAPTER TWO Adopt-a-Lover
CHAPTER THREE Succulent Rosebud
CHAPTER FOUR Peeping Mom
CHAPTER FIVE Home-Made Gigolo
Conclusion
Bibliography
INTRODUCTION
". . . My fingers reach for and happily weave themselves into the silky mass of sun-kissed hair and-I tear at it with animal-like passion as I grunt to my son. I feel his fingers replacing my exhausted diddle-drill and plunge, three wide, into my inflamed cunt....
"My hands need him-fingers want desperately to touch the cool smooth skin of his hips and loins. My body, except for my legs, goes limp and slides further down in the chair. I feel the head of his rod traveling upward from my belly, over my twitching, peaked mound of tit-poking its erection into me-until my yawning lips are faced with its glistening eye. A rested hand caresses me and creeps downward, patting the stubbled chin of my mound, preparing the electrified pad of second finger for contact. The room spins. Lamp lights become shadowy cocks and tongues-circles appearing now as gasping cunts and mouths-my eager fingers can't rest!...
"I turn my head sideways as I raise to touch the flushed shaft-with my cheek. The throbbing centered in that slender rod beats also in my head as Jon holds it steady for me. It feels at once hot and cool, wild and tame, gentle yet somehow brutal. My fingers are flying with a mad, uncontrollable passion, threatening to tear my cunt to shreds at any moment without hesitation. I can feel Jon twisting one nipple and screwing it into my body as if it were made of rubber....
"Jon's thighs seem to be over my chest, one at each side, holding me as I slide still further down. The eye stares down the yawning darkness into my throat and I greedily take hold as I pull him toward me in my frenzy ... .
"Playfully, I swirl the inflamed cock in my mouth and inhale deeply so I can taste every emotion oozing out of its pores. I burrow my nose into Jon's tawny nest and inhale again while my teeth gently gnaw at the stalk-like root and enjoy the delicious sensation of teeth bouncing over near-raw nerves....
"I close my eyes and breathe in, sucking up the air so quickly that it seems to put me under a trance. I see my Jon as he is-nine years old, a normal boy, playful and smiling invitingly-then I see him as a man, my man, and such a sensual man that he can't stand one minute without my touch, the feel of my eager tongue traveling around his groin and gently lapping at his ever-throbbing, usually erect, glorious cock. I see Jon as a man with the most expert tongue in the world, a tongue, by the way, which isn't satisfied until it brings a woman to shuddering and nerve-tearing climax. I see a frighteningly handsome man with girls and women forever in pursuit, yet a man who finds true satisfaction only in my arms as I do only in his ... .
"I pull my head back until just the crimson mushroom-like head remains confined between my teeth and the chilling air. Gently, I slide my teeth from one side to the other, rolling Jon's cock between the two even rows and applying just the tiniest hint of pressure. My fingers quickly find and caress the small round orbs of his testicles as the index leaves the crowd in search of Jon's ass-hole, a very functional and important opening not to be overlooked in sexual experimentation. I-we-experimented-and found that it was good-for both of us!
"I find the tiny pink star of his ass-hole and gently squirm my finger into the tight channel. Jon bucks suddenly and my mouth eagerly opens wide to suck in the length of his glorious cock. Every time I wiggle my finger in there, even slightly, I can feel his smooth ass cheeks tighten and hold on to it. I find myself sucking harder when he moves like that, as if my mouth was keeping time with his finger-sucking, grinding ass-hole...."
-excerpt from an interview with a 36-year-old widow.
". . . I caressed him at every opportunity and closed my eyes so that I wouldn't remember that Denny was my son, my boy. By the time we reached home I knew my panties were completely soaked. I fixed Denny a soda with a few drops of strong brandy in it-I don't know why-to warm him up, I guess. As for myself, I needed much more than a snifter to calm the clamoring nerves and the echoing drums pounding in my head ... .
"The pants came off. Another light went out. I hissed loudly at the beautiful sight that stood so timidly before me. I reached out and grabbed his cock. Handling it like a fine piece of jewelry, I exclaimed softly, 'You really got something there. Don't be bashful about it, boy! Be proud! You'll be a fine, fine man-but-you must be proud!' I dropped the semi-rigid organ and weighed his sacs carefully. 'These too, Denny. I'm your mother, remember that, and I'm not going to hurt you. Love never hurt nobody. You said yourself that I'm still a pretty fine piece of woman. So, then, what are you so shy about?. . .
"He reached up and cupped one of my breasts in his strong hand, tenderly massaging it as if to tell me that everything was all right. I somehow found the whole scene forbiddingly exciting and spread my legs wide so that they wouldn't be in his way. The wetness between my thighs was spreading quickly and I twitched in eager anticipation of this, my first man-woman meeting with Dennis.
"I felt his cool fingers tracing wavering lines around my belly and down to the start of my pussy hairs. Then I felt his lips. Felt the two thick sensual folds of flesh purse and brush against my pussy hairs, all the time blowing slowly so that it felt like a strangely hot wind burning all the way up.
"I held his head with two trembling hands and tried to hurry him up, to pull him down on my clit and HARD! He was a bit too strong for that I guess. Besides, I'd taught him that doing it right meant taking a little bit of time and s-l-o-w-l-y.
"The longer he took getting down there, the faster I knew I was going to come!! I didn't want to-but I knew that I would. I was almost afraid that I'd blow off as soon as his tongue hit my passion and then I'd have to wait for him to get going again.
"He nibbled all around my belly then back down to the start of my hairs again. His fingers gently tickled the insides of my thighs and then-he was right there! Just for an instant-but he was there! Right on my slit-and then-just as fast as he'd gotten his tongue there, he slid it down and away. A few seconds later I felt his fingers-exploring me-feeling the heat and love that I now could only give to him....
"His tongue was working smoothly. Long lazy stokes up and down for a few minutes, then around and under the puffy skin down there, and then-just when I was ready to scream for itright on my button!
"My whole body was wet. My ass stuck to the chair and pinched painfully every time I tried to move up just a little bit. I felt just about like anyone who was in a broiler would feel. Desperately, I threw my legs up and over his shoulders. The heels dug into his back, wherever I could find enough meat to dig into. I pushed down on his back-HARD!-so that would force his head to come up and his tongue would have no other choice but to go to my button...."
-excerpts from an interview with a 38-year-old housewife and mother
"I stretched out my arm and she nuzzled in it contentedly. Pretty soon I found my other hand straying to her chest and the soft mound of her milk-white belly. I had my legs spread wide open so that any little movement of the bed gave me a little tingly shiver. My fingers were actually shaking as I traced fine lines and designs on Tracy's skin.
"Her hip butted up against mine, then she turned toward me and I felt her thigh pressing itself up into my pussy. I didn't know whether she was asleep or awake. I pushed her back so she lay flat out, but as I went to turn away and roll over as I usually did, I got an uncontrollable desire to kiss her. Not the usual peck-on-the-cheek kind of kiss-the real kiss, the mouth-to-mouth caress of burning and uncontrollable desire.
"Her mouth parted quickly and just as I was about to turn away and shudder myself to a fitful sleep, I felt her hand gently easing my face down on her own. Her tongue probed into my mouth only to be pushed away by my own more-eager one...
"As if on command, I felt myself sliding down Tracy's body. I stopped to nibble briefly at the frosty salmon-hued virginesque nipples then moved quickly down to her belly and the vee mound and nest that marked the beginning of her passionately violated temple of the feminine jewels. I don't know where I got the unconscious order to move because I'd never really been this way with a woman before, but I felt my fingers teasing their way toward Tracy's cunthole and slipping still further downward until they were in the warm cleft of her ass cheeks and then moving toward the tight sphincter area which I knew she'd enjoy having caressed.
"I spread her shivering ass cheeks apart and wiggled my tongue all the way back until the tip rested on the little puckered spot of her ass-hole. I squirmed it through the opening, not much, just enough to feel the tightness and contracting of that part of Tracy's being. She reared up more.
"The nightlight seemed to be aimed at her pussy. I tilted my head to one side and watched it while I nibbled on her thigh. The coral slit with the little pea-shaped clit was glistening with a combination of my spit and her Bartholin fluids. Testily, I stuck my tongue out just a little bit and licked around the small dark opening of her pussy.
"I guess I hit pretty close to the right spot right off the bat because she shuddered violently and moaned something that sounded like 'Ummmm-hmmmm.' I didn't know if she was really awake or if she was in some kind of a trance-like state brought on by the combination of liquor, pot, and a lot of fucking. What's more, I didn't care at this point where Tracy was-mentally, at least.
"I took the erect pea-like clit gently between my teeth and easily rubbed it back and forth, all the time rubbing my own snatch into nothing but a cool sheet. Trembling and sweating, I squirmed a hand under my body and held my stomach. Slower now with my tongue I heard my own ragged breathing echoing in my jumbled head. My hand moved lower slowly, fingers pushing about at the far edge of my bush-slower and further, finger resting on my own clit-slower. Then I bit her!
"I felt a cool, hard object being pressed against my ass-hole, then moving slowly toward the front and almost colliding with my slowly diddling fingers.
"The cool object pressed harder-then the damn whirring started up again. It was the same sound! My ears perked up. Rather than be angry, I was actually excited by the prospect of being screwed now. I didn't care who or what it was. Anything would have to be a bit better than my hand!"
-excerpt from an interview with a 32-year-old mother
As evidenced by the foregoing portions excerpted from chapters within this text, this is a book concerned with the matter of incestuous relationships, their root, their "normalcy" or lack thereof, and their incidence in our fast-liberalizing society.
It is not "just another book" on families who love and live together; specifically, it is concerned with the paraphilia of pedophilia and the oft remarked about matter of oralism. We will also concern ourselves with the way in which these subjects affect our lives, though not often, and the lives of women, both married and alone, with children.
It is true, however, that this book focuses more on the attitudes and problems of middle-and upper-class households. As many authorities have noted in the past, there is a distinct difference in the attitudes of our society's economic strata-lower, middle, and upper-class.
Those people in the lower-class bracket, it has been claimed, tend to be more puritanical and rigidly restricted in matters of sexual experimentation. This group is said to be, moreover, of such magnitude that it comprises a great area of cases involving incestuous relationships.
Many authorities also claim that the high incidence of incest is due largely to the small and overcrowded living conditions as well as the closeness of family members.
It has often been noted that, within this group, there is no reason an aroused male would say, "Why can't I have sex with my daughter (niece, aunt, grandmother, etc.) ? "
As Roger Blake aptly notes, in his Encyclopedia of Abnormal Sex, pedophilia is a term derivative of a Greek term which originally meant "love of boys." In current usage, pedophilia refers to a perverse desire for erotic or sexual relations with children of either sex.
Incest, as defined by the dictionary, is: "Sexual relationship between persons related within the degrees wherein marriage is forbidden by law."
Many persons, however, make the error of assuming that anything short of the actual act of intercourse is not an act of incest. They are wrong, as we shall show further on in the text.
We will quote here the words of Andre X. Borandeaus, M.D., a Parisian psycotherapist specializing in the treatment of sex-oriented neuroses (It will also be repeated at another point in the chapters):
Many young women who practice fellatio, the act of taking the male organ into the mouth, do so because the sensual pleasure this affords them springs from deeply rooted, perhaps even long forgotten psychological needs. Perhaps in extreme cases it is a subconscious urge to castrate, derived from the first childhood experience when the female became aware that the male has an appendage with which she is not equipped. Frequently when small girls discover that there is a difference between the male and female organs, they feel jealous, slighted by nature or perhaps even fantasy that something has "happened to theirs." With the bulk of an erect phallus in her mouth, the female, possibly subconsciously, realizes that it is in her power to bite it, perhaps even sever it with her teeth. She also might subconsciously feel that by taking the organ in her mouth, she is "taking it from" the male, hiding it, depriving him of it, at least temporarily.
Another motivating factor is presumed to be that in some childishly oriented way, the penis, at least slightly, resembles a huge nipple. It also represents the staff of life, the means by which a male impregnates a female, the means by which the life fluid is issued.
There are other motivating factors, of course. In many instances, especially where there is deep affection on the part of the female for the male involved, her enjoyment comes from the obvious fact that she is giving him such great pleasure in a different way. Sometimes, too, a female performs thusly through a desire for self-abasement, which can be brought about by various reasons.
Whatever, the fact remains that there are special reasons why the act is so often practiced by young women. One strange aspect is that a woman will favor one man with this type of activity and deny another. This means that obvious personality factors on the part of the male and/or physical attributes enter into the female willingness or lack of it. Here again, infantile or childish conditioning, perhaps long ago forgotten, probably provides subconscious motivation.
Jay C. Fenmorr in his book, Oral Love-Making, from which the aforementioned quotation was culled, adds that "by the same token, many older men are highly excited by the idea of practicing oral copulation on a young girl, even though as younger men they had considered the practice completely disgusting."
The above notations bear much fruit in human relations. We see a glimmer of the reasoning powers and awesome complexity of the human mind. We see also that the body seems to be directed-attracted or repulsed-by some as yet ill-defined sensor mechanism.
Using the above comparison to the sensor, one can then assume that if and when this delicate instrument is damaged or tampered with in any way-family problems, lack of proper love and guidance, traumatic experience, etc.-the entire sensor balance system is then thrown off kilter and the human is endangered by "abnormality" itself.
We seek now in this volume, brief though it may be, to find yet another glimmer of the complexities still hidden from knowledgeable view. We seek to see each narrator as she is-often tormented or severely confused and frightened individual-and not judge her by what she seems to be in this terse ad generally impersonal text.
CHAPTER ONE Mother's Milk
"His little puckered mouth felt sooo good on my big mama nipple, making it stiffen up and tingle in that special way that Jon had of sucking on it. And the sheets felt like a soft but chilling ice bath whenever I squirmed under his seething body and touched an unused area-damn cold, but it all felt real nice!
"It was after his daily bath and he lay on top of me, naked as the sweet day he was born, his fresh smelling, little-boy body sending gouging, icy cold fingers to tear at all my yearning nerves and muscles.
"My little ol' pussy was itching for his sweet lovin', itching and burning the same way it always did when he touched me-no matter if we had clothes on or not, no matter if we were riding on a bus uptown or at home watching television.
"You know-I still have milk in my titties, lots of it! It's a really wild and beautiful experience to be like me: thirty-six years old, mother of one, and a tingling and fired-up housewife with all kinds of beautiful juices flowing out of me. Hey, I recommend a good son like my Jon for frigid wives, bored husbands, and even some of the frustrated not-so-old biddies I know!
"His cherry pecker was stiffening up quite a bit and I spread my legs wide apart so he'd slide in there just naturally and let me feel it-like a long slick tongue snaking up and down my slit, teasing it and loving it
"Jon is nine years old and the sweetest, most innocent looking little baby-blue-eyed towhead I've ever seen. I started nursing him when he was born and just never quit, I guess. Now, don't look at me like that! Dammit, when he was just a little kid there was no sex, no nothing in it at all. Oh, sure it felt good, but ... it's just-well, when he got grown a bit and did the same thing with me, well, there was just so much more real feeling to it. We both like it, so why stop now?
"Somehow whenever he lay on top of me like that I always get the feeling that I'm some kind of strange creature-a giantess in the land of super erotic little people or something-because he feels so tiny-but so damn knowledgeable-squirming around up there on my belly. His tiny hips twist very slowly from one side to the other, irritating all hell out of my cunt without even putting his whang in it.
"Hey, you know something? I don't know if I'd like it if it was the regular kind of sex thing. My greatest thrill comes from tongue-Jon's tongue, mainly-and somehow the idea of a guy's cock pumpin' in and out doesn't do a damn thing for me. Not even Jon's cock, now that I think of it; I like to suck on it, nothing else. Well, if I found a guy who could see it my way, a guy who'd dive for muff and really enjoy that, well, baby, that's a different story!
"I could just feel his teeth, like two perfectly even rows of miniature vibrators, workin' on my tits, one at a time and nice and easy. Hell! I could never in my life get tired of that kind of treatment!
"Every once in a while his tongue would lazily crawl out of the soft slit of his baby mouth and lick ever so gently at my blazing flesh and then the nipples felt like they were being hit by hot sparks from a roaring fire-jumping, you know? Sometimes when I would think of that tongue of his loving me I would get myself so worked up that I had to stuff my fist in my mouth or I would have really scared him with the loud screaming and all.
"My hand slid down to my quivering belly and then, slowly and careful, down to my twitching pussy where I'd very lightly touch his hard little cock and move it so it would just rest on my wet bed of pussy hairs.
"I'd imagine it was a head down there, you know, with a long, hard tongue that stayed stiff because it knew how I like to be teased by it. Can you imagine if a guy could really have a tongue that long and hard? Whoooeee! Baby, I'd be flying so high that no damn body would be able to catch me! The poor guy would be pooped all the time because broads like me would be standing in line to get some of that kind of pussy lovin'!
"How long has it been since I balled with a man? Hell, I don't really know. Ever since Jon got so good at sucking, baby, I don't know how long it's been since anything. I'm not interested-well, I wasn't until I got a peek at that cute young thing I've got helping me out.
"I tried not to claw at him. I mean, he's just a young kid, right, and he wouldn't understand. I actually had to force myself to just rub his back. Even doing that, rubbing his back, I mean, I got so carried away lots of times that I was really clawing him, but this time with the palms of my hands. You do understand, don't you? I mean, you've probably done it too.
"I get this feeling, kind of like 'Ooohh, I've got to, need to, want to!' and it's kind of like I lose my head. Everything that I was raised to see as a 'no-no' suddenly becomes a 'YES' in all flashing capital letters as my body takes over to satisfy itself. There's no difference in my taste for sex from that of other easily and wildly excited women except that Jon is mine-all mine-and we both enjoy it-together!
"Every day I try to keep myself preoccupied and energetically busy at anything until three-thirty when Jon gets home from school. Too many times there just isn't enough housecleaning, washing, ironing and marketing to go around and I find myself pressing desperately up against the door jamb, refrigerator, or what-have-you to keep myself from tearing my clothes off and spoiling it for him.
"By the time he comes bouncing in the house to tell me about all the things that have happened that day, I'm calm enough to talk to him pleasantly and not push anything. We get there soon enough ... .
"I'll sit across from him, my burning thighs invitingly open, staring at his face and down at his beautiful crotch, and enjoy every second that our mutual excitement builds.
"He watches my eyes and grins back crookedly as he starts to tease me. His smooth tapered tongue sensuously peers from its fleshy purse, winks at me, then darts quickly to the other side. The twinkling blue discs of his eyes caress me devilishly, titillating the yearning mounds of mother's milk, nibbling at my quivering belly, and hovering over my gasping cunt to fan flames with his hot breath.
"He doesn't stop but instead returns to rest at the rapidly swelling orbs which my hands proudly hold out in offering. Slowly, I unbutton my blouse and peel off the half-moons that hold my tits up. My hands reach under them, gently moving in circles as I bait him with magnetic, light cocoa nipples which, by now, are as stiff as plaster molds-not quite as fragile-and bursting with new life.
" 'Come to me, Jon. Here's mama's milk and loving.'
"The hoarseness in my voice would be a dead giveaway of hard-to-control passion to anyone but Jon. That's the way his mama has sounded for a long time, especially around 'feeding time.'
"He used to jump up and run to me eagerly, like a hungry little boy, greedily squeezing me in his small but strong arms, mashing his face up against my bursting bosom and sucking on my tits until they hurt. It didn't take too long to teach him a better way, a more satisfying way, and we made it into a game. We'd tease each other-just a game.
"My excited fingers, trying desperately to control their own eagerness, inch their way to my belly and massage it while my eyes, glazed slits of searing lust, stare at Jon and wait.
"Playing with the game, Jon rhythmically squeezes his thighs together until what was a slight mound in his crotch begins to grow and becomes an obvious proud bulge. His smooth hands teasingly rub up and down his horizontally-moving thighs until they begin to press hard and higher toward his groin.
"The higher they move, the harder I squeeze, until my tits burn everywhere eager fingers have left a mark. I spread my legs open wider, now sliding toward him off the chair and fully revealing my gasping hairless cunt. Tongue licking at my fast-drying lips, I purr softly to myself as his eyes rivet to the feminine volcano, and grind my ass deep in the soft tufted cushion, raising myself just enough so that Jon can see everything. My pussy yawns at him, begging for his tongue, teasing him as much as I can-my delight.
"Delirious with anticipation of his hot tongue and eager fingers, my feverish passion begins to gurgle and moan hoarsely as I stare at Jon's fingers, tapered expert fingers, which so excitingly quiver as he reaches for the cold metal tab of his fly. 'Yessss-ss,' I hiss desperately, 'Show me, Jonny. Oh show me, baby!'
"One of my own hands seems to leap away from a yearning breast to anxiously tug at the elastic waistband of my skirt. In moments I am free, the crumpled material lying in a careless puddle between my outstretched legs.
"I have good-looking legs. Even I can tell you that! Besides-I've been told. There's still a coppery hint of last summer's tan, which really sets off my auburn hair, and they're solid as sculptured granite, tapered perfectly. Pretty inviting I would say.
"Testily at first, the soft pad of my second finger-that's the best one to do anything with-makes contact with the slick throbbing pebble of my clit. Mama's cock. It's as if twin live wires, a positive and a negative, had metPSSSSSTTTT!!-and even nerves I hadn't yet heard of tremble with ,the sharply powerful jolt.
"His not-too-little cock stares at me, flirting and winking as it stretches out to display itself. It's fairly smooth, pink as a bud and I can even see a light sprinkling of sunny fuzz crowding to the inviting opening of Jon's fly. PPSSSSTTT! The hot wires inside me snap. 'Hold it now, Jon. like-like mama showed you. Aauuggghhhh!
Uh ... two, two fingers, yessss-sss ... two fingers!' I try for more control, grit my teeth and screw my tingling ass into the caressing cushions. 'Do it, Jon. Up ... down. Yessssss! That's my baby! Mmmmm-mmm, mama's baby!'
"Mmmmmm-mm, I can see and feel all of it now. The milking muscles-my ass grinding into the fucking chair-Jon's cock, staring proudly and eagerly at my hungry and dry mouth-oooohh, yessss! My finger-my finger like a frigging piston going up and down on my clit-into my cunt--feeling the juices and smearing them all over my pussy--for my Jon.
"Jon is one hell of a jack-off. I'll bet you he'll be able to get into whorehouses free just cause the girls'll want to see him pound his glorious rod. I swear! Masturbation can be a great art-a vehicle toward more successful excitement and climax. There's a way to do it-the way I taught Jon-where a man can have a woman climbing walls without even touching her. It's all done with great feeling, the feeling that makes the two separate bodies belong as one....
"Wild now, I pounded into my cunt with two fingers while my legs jerked around, heels digging into the soft mass of carpeting. Jon's eyes stayed glued to mine, yet I could see the slow, sensuous movement of his delicate fingers so gently massaging his shaft.
" 'You like this, mama?' he whispers coming toward me. 'You want to love it some?'
"He stops between my legs and my eager mouth opens wide, gasping for the sensitive tool so proudly telescoping from the slit of his fly.
"The bloods of the whole world began pounding in my brain. I can still see it-not being able to think, mesmerizing shadowy figures of cock dancing before my clouded eyes.
" 'Jon,' I stammer and dry my parched lips in a futile attempt to get them wet again, 'Oooohhh-hhh, honey! Take your pants off! Pleeeeeeeassssse!'
"It's as if I'd made a long-winded speech. Words wouldn't come out-couldn't-but some kind of sounds bubbled up from somewhere. My fingers moved still faster, pressing with more desperate, almost panicky determination. It now reminds me of someone frantically rubbing twigs together for heat-and I knew damn well that I'd have a fire!
"Heat told me that Jon was straddling my leg; bared teeth nuzzling my tits pushing me over the edge of every orgiast's dream. Jon's cock speared a dimple on my belly and rhythmically pumped against the glans-sized hollow.
"My fingers reach for and happily weave themselves into the silky mass of sun-kissed hair and-I tear at it with animal-like passion as I grunt to my son. I feel his fingers replacing my exhausted diddle-drill and plunge, three wide, into my inflamed cunt.
"Paralysis can start from the cunt, did you know that? My legs stiffen up, every muscle in them wired like a time bomb, and quiver excitedly as they twitch away from the floor. Jon, on my left side, squeezes his thighs together and eases the pressure on me by holding one leg up.
His steadily pumping fingers ease out and grind the length of my slit, squirm a moment over my clit, and plunge back in as deep as they can until I think I can feel them up in my gut. All this time his spear-like cock is nesting on my belly-Ooooohhhh Jeezussss!! Sooo goodsooo good-
"My hands need him-fingers want desperately to touch the cool, smooth skin of his hips and loins. My body, except for my legs, goes limp and slides further down in the chair. I feel the head of his rod traveling upward from my belly, over my twitching, peaked mounds of tits-poking its erection at me-until my yawning lips are faced with its glistening eye. A rested hand caresses me and creeps downward, patting the stubbled chin of my pubic mound, preparing the electrified pad of second finger for contact. The room spins. Lamp lights become shadowy cocks and tongues-circles appearing now as gasping cunts and mouths. My eager fingers can't rest! Uhhh-hh, can't-can't rest-
"Not yet-I always have to slow myself down. Trained fingertips waltz from Jon's thighs to his waist and back, each time pulling the inviting young body closer, each time sliding still further down in the chair. Jon is no longer straddling my leg-he can't-so now he's riding all of me, every blazing inch of woman's passion.
"His tender hips become pitted and probably mottled as my gouging fingers-ten of them, carefully manicured-pick, tighten, clamp and pinch the skin, bringing fulfillment closer to my waiting lips. I don't even realize that Jon is there, attached to the cock that I so desperately hunger for. I don't really think it would matter that much if I did.
"I turn my head sideways as I raise it to touch the flushed shaft-with my cheek. The throbbing centered in that slender rod beats also in my head as Jon holds it steady for me. It feels at once hot and cool, wild and tame, gentle yet somehow brutal. My fingers are flying with a mad, uncontrollable passion, threatening to tear my cunt to shreds at any moment without hesitation. I can feel Jon twisting one tit nipple and screwing it into my body as if it were made of rubber.
"Jon's thighs seem to be over my chest, one at each side, holding me as I slide still further down. The eye of his cock stares down the yawning darkness into my throat and I greedily take hold as I pull him toward me in my frenzy.
"The front of the chair bruises my back on the way down and I feel the prickles of the tufted carpeting on my naked ass. Jon, perfectly patient until now, stabs into my head and snaps it backward so that I'm gulping loudly at one end and squishing between my legs. I begin to scoot forward, in a bumping sort of fashion, and pull on Jon's thigh so he'll follow suit.
"The impersonal feel of carpeting changes once you're fucking on it. The more you move, the more its many fingers caress you. We squirmed around for a while, each grappling for hold. Jon was on the bottom now, receiving all the love, maternal and otherwise, I needed to give him. My auburn locks blanketing his peach-fuzzed crotch, I gave new birth to all the fantasies of my normal day. Smoothly, my rounded lips slid down the throbbing shaft, quenching my belly's thirst at Jon's fountain of passion, the honey stream.
"I no longer needed to concentrate on my pussy-I could feel the rising and falling peaks from my mouth to my crotch. Straining my eyes upward I could see Jon's face. It's a young face but a knowledgeable one. His eyes, though closed, seemed to be trembling and reflecting the frenzy of his entire body. The pouting crimson mouth was swollen and flushed with passion and hung open slightly. Every once in a while I'd catch a glimmer of the tapered salmon spear that afforded me so much pleasure.
"Playfully, I swirl the inflamed cock in my mouth and inhale deeply so I can taste every emotion oozing out of its pores. I burrow my nose into Jon's tawny nest and inhale again while my teeth gently gnaw at the stalk-like root and enjoy the delicious sensation of teeth bouncing over near-raw nerves. Oooohhh, he'll be sooo-ooo good when he's a man!
"He's still. Only hoarse breaths and unmistakable upward thrusts indicate the building excitement. I maneuver around and find a leg to straddle. PPSSSSTTT! as my searing flesh sucks the coolness out of Jon's thigh. His leg bends, raising my cunt on his knee, and I want to scream loudly as the knee starts to move slowly to fuck me!
"I grind against it wildly-thinking myself to be Lady Godiva on a phantom horse or, better yet, on a giant, lapping tongue-while at the same time I earnestly begin to gobble down Jon's cock.
"Gently and in a manner years beyond his age, Jon holds my head in his palms, guiding it at a speed which he could handle. Since he is my only and most prized lover, I do not go against his lead. I wish I could talk to him while I'm sucking him-wish I could tell him how a woman feels, the pleasure it gives hergives me.
"I close my eyes and breathe in, sucking up the air so quickly that it seems to put me under a trance. I see my Jon as he is-nine years old, a normal boy, playful and smiling invitingly-then I see him as a man, my man, and such a sensual man that he can't stand one minute without my touch, the feel of my eager tongue traveling around his groin and gently lapping at his ever-throbbing, usually-erect, glorious cock. I see Jon as a man with the most expert tongue in the world, a tongue, by the way, which isn't satisfied until it brings a woman to shuddering and nerve-tearing climax. I see a frighteningly handsome man with girls and women forever in pursuit, yet a man who finds true satisfaction only in my arms as I do only in his.
"I pull my head back until just the crimson mushroom-like head remains confined between my teeth. Gently, I slide my teeth from one side to the other, rolling Jon's cock between the two even rows and applying just the tiniest hint of pressure. My fingers quickly find and caress the small round orbs of his testicles as the index leaves the crowd in search of Jon's ass-hole, a very functional and important opening not to be overlooked in sexual experimentation. I-we-experimented-and found that it was good-for both of us!
"I find the tiny pink star of his ass-hole and gently squirm my finger into the tight channel. Jon bucks suddenly and my mouth eagerly opens wide to suck in the length of his glorious cock. Every time I wiggle my finger in there, even slightly, I can feel his smooth ass cheeks tighten and hold on to it. I find myself sucking harder when he moves like that, as if my mouth was keeping time with his finger-sucking, grinding ass-hole.
"I hold his rod between my fingers, for steadiness, and Jon's hoarse rasping voice chimes through my fogged brain like a far-off bell. 'Now, mama?' he begs. 'Will you turn around now?"
Sylvia P., the 36-year-old narrator of this segment of this chapter's case history, is a widow raising a healthy, bright, and otherwise normal boy. Her son, Jon P., is nine years old but still suckling at his mother's teat. Un-like other nursing mothers, Sylvia appears to have no intention of terminating this dependent situation, no matter her son's age.
The incestuous relationship described herein and defined by Webster as a "sexual relationship between those persons too closely related to marry legally" is not at all uncommon. It is, however, rarely discovered because it too often remains in the "unreported incidents" category of both medical and legal files.
According to John F. Trimble, Ph.D., the narrator, in this case, Sylvia P., is categorized within the concept of IFP or "incestuous female pedophilia." Pedophilia, often spelled as "paedophilia," refers, quite literally, to "love of boys." Louis S. London, M.D. and Frank S. Caprio, M.D., in their text, Sexual Deviations 2, state that "in the field of psychosexual pathology, it is used to describe that form of sexual deviation in which an adult engages in sexual contact with a child of either sex."
They further note that many factors interrelate to explain this particular paraphilia. "For one thing, the adult identifies himself with the child. The eroticism is derived from the knowledge that the child is sexually innocent, and is being stimulated. It represents for the adult a psychological return to the sex life of his or her childhood ... . " They further note that the "sexual deviates" feel inferior in relation to members of the opposite sex and, conversely, superior in relation to a child.
Dr. Trimble also notes that, although fifty to sixty thousand adults are arrested each year for statutory rape, violation of chastity, and other sex offenses, mainly committed against minors from eight to fourteen years of age, the figures do not tell even one half of the true story.
"For every sex offense against a minor that is reported to officials, dozens more go unreported, either because of children who actually enjoy the relationship or are afraid to report it, or parents who have no desire to become involved with the police."
Aaron J. Abelard, in his book Older Women and Younger Boys, quickly points out that there is a certain relationship between all forms of sexual abnormalities. Most authorities generally agree with this concept. He notes that, the above premise being valid, a number of underlying relationships can be discerned between pedophilia and homosexuality, pedophilia and incest, sadism, masochism, and still others. As an example, Abelard notes that there is a .striking similarity between the lesbian who is known to be extremely fearful of a physical relationship with an adult male, and the female pedophiliac who fears the same.
"The adult male," Abelard notes, "is a father symbol to the woman with an environmental background that typically leads to lesbianism. Any adult male immediately conjures up this father-image, or the image of a man so despicable that he would not be worthy of being a father. Since the type of woman in question cannot have sex with her father, or anyone who represents him because of the incest taboo, and since the other type of man repulses her altogether, the result is that she often looks to female companions to satisfy her need for sex...."
Abelard further points out, to clarify what may be construed as an indictment of some "frightened females," that not all women with the same background will, upon reaching adolescence and adulthood, become lesbian. He notes that the female libido, upon reaching the sexual power of adulthood, may also be directed toward young boys because they are male without being representative of the fear-invoking father-image. The young boy they choose is not only innocent, but he has none of the father-like qualities of the frightening grown man.
Many authorities, further embellishing the complexity of this paraphilia, note that sadism is a consideration when discussing pedophilia and its many aspects. Abelard concurs with this finding and states that "almost any adult-child sex relationship involves sadism on the part of the adult, since the adult is taking advantage of the child's innocence and lack of defenses."
Abelard, as well as many other widely read sexologists, point out that the pedophiliac is aware that he or she is bringing serious mental, if not physical, damage to the child involved although they may later claim that an irresistible impulse was the sole cause.
There is also a note of masochism in pedophilic relationships. The pedophiliac frequently is in search of proper punishment for his or her "foul deeds," and this seeking is temporarily sated by the knowledge that he or she will eventually be somehow caught-trapped. Also, it is not at all uncommon for the pedophiliac to play the passive role in the sex relationship with his or her very young partners.
The International Institute of Sexual Research conducted an intensive survey on the subject of oral copulation. This fact is widely mentioned in the volume Oral Lovemaking, by Jay C. Fenmorr. The Institute discovered that elements of abnormality can be discerned, not in the acts of oral stimulation-fellatio and cunnilingus-themselves, but in the extreme degree they are sometimes practiced by sexually neurotic or psychotic persons and, also according to Fenmorr, in the manner in which the subject is first introduced to the practice, as well as in the indulgence of this activity with animals, children, and juveniles.
Fenmorr notes that the Institute's findings show that oral copulation among family members is one of the more common forms of incest although this fact has not been widely publicized. He also notes: "The scientific name for women who derive their principal, if not all, sexual satisfaction from fellatio is the word fellatrices.' Some of them achieve a climax during the act by simultaneous self-manipulation, usually digital friction against the clitoris. Others, more rarely, are able to enjoy orgasm with no actual physical contact with the vulvar area but merely through the oral sensual pleasure involved, combined with erotic fantasying. A woman who makes this practice her only means of sexual gratification is classed as abnormal...."
We therefore have a technical explanation of the paraphilia indulged in by Sylvia P., the thirty-six-year-old mother/lover, self-described within this chapter.
Sylvia came to the attention of this author quite accidentally. She is not now, nor has she ever been, under psychiatric treatment for her condition and it is doubtful whether, unless forced, she would feel the need for the same at any time in the future.
We continue now with the excerpted narration:
"The soft patch of fuzzy blonde fur-like hair tickled my nose. I had just about gotten used to the feel of his knee and was sort of relieved and anxious when he whispered his usual request. It's always such a treat for me!
"Holding onto his cock as much as I still could, I turned my body around so that I was squatting right over his shiny face. My legs were spread wide with the knees as far away from my body as I could get them without splitting myself in half. The minute I felt his cool fingers groping me, sliding up my thighs and then moving on the inside to open my cunt wider yet, I couldn't resist the urge to pull his cock out of my mouth and nip at it with my teeth.
" 'Jon,' I mumbled hoarsely, 'Jon, my baby-yesssssss-ss! Your mama--likes this-loves you-oooooohhhhha!' My mouth was going crazy-nibbling everywhere and sucking the loose folds of skin loudly with my lips. My whole body was shaking violently as it was gently eased down over Jon's face.
"I've always wished I could see what was going on as well as I could feel it. I'd love to see my pussy over his face and to be able to get a looonnnggg, hard look at that magic tongue of his. I can imagine seeing it all now-that slick tongue of his flicking out at my cunt lips, sliding along the inside ridge of my pussy, going in wiggly circles like live electricity all around until it finally comes to rest where it's been trained to be-my clit, that tiny tapered bullet-like finger so innocently pink but so capable of the most violent kind of loss of senses. Ooooohhhhh shit! I can see it-yessssss-now!
"Jon's there-spreading me wide open. His face comes up, comes closer. The hot breath, gasped out so harshly, fans the wildfire that started in my belly. His nose pokes around then settles in the area of my ass-hole. The tongue-the tongue, dammit! It comes out-ONCE, TWICE-flicks out, wiggles, then hangs out entirely and slides the whole length of my slit. I can't stand it!
"My hips slam down, hard and fast! I think I hear a muffled thud! His head bouncing back on the rug? Yes. That's it! Ooooohh, that's it! His hands are pushing the insides of my thighs, pushing them out. I feel his fingertips tugging at my cunt lips, pulling them open. The long tongue comes up, like a hot branding iron it sears the length of my coral slit and I feel as if all of the skin down there is raw.
"like an attacking vampire I take long and deep sucks on Jon's cock as if I were trying to pull the whole thing right off its root. I pull up on it and feel my cheeks dimpling while I suck-
"Jon's body feels so small but powerful under mine. He uses every muscle he owns to control his body and me, twisting at just the right time and in such a way that I feel as if his hips are playing with my tits. I slide my trembling hand down to the base of his rod and enjoy the first delicious sensations of the soft fuzz on my palm.
"I can just see my head-frantically pumping up and down like those mad-looking oil drills you see dotting part of the west coast-and I try to keep my eyes wide open so I can see the slick length of his cock as it comes gliding out of my milking lips. It's so hard-so beautifully stiff and I can just barely make out the thin blue lines that streak its whole length.
"Jon has an unbelievable tongue. I don't know-maybe all guys are like that-but his seems so long, sooo hard. It flicks around in my hole as if it was born there-and it goes in so deep-I feel as if I were hung on a vibrating massager with something like a dildo at one end. My legs ache from holding up the weight.
"I hear a buzzing. It's the telephone in the next room. Determined not to answer it, I pound myself harder over Jon's sucking mouth. My nerves are jangling and clamoring for satisfaction just as much as the fuckin' phone is demanding to be answered. I pound-I twist-I bite--!
"Just once I bite down pretty hard. Unless Jon yells out or grunts loudly to me I don't even realize that I may very well be hurting him. The thin watery juices begin to squirt out slowly. He's just a boy so there isn't much body to the fluid but it doesn't really matter. I don't need much else.
"The room starts spinning-the room becomes a wheat field with my body floating crazily over the tops of the stalks. It's almost like the Fourth of July. I feel Jon's fingernails tearing at my cunt lips and his smooth scratchless face pushing itself up inside me. I try to breathe but my nose can only catch a little bit of air since it's almost jammed up his ass.
"Swallowing greedily and as fast as I possibly can, I am also trying to keep my hips going. I'm ready-it's coming. Oh shit! It's com-mmmmmmminnnnnggg!
"The steam of the shower feels good. I lean back and stretch out with my ass cheeks slowly grinding against the wall. Jon looks so cute and innocent, standing there grinning at me with his ashen hair plastered down over his face. I purr loudly and contentedly, pawing the air with one hooked and clawed hand. The 'paw' comes down on Jon's shoulder and pulls him closer.
"Easily he leans up against me and I feel delicious shivers as his flaccid organ, now more like a tongue, pokes knowingly at my pussy lips. My legs willingly spread wider as Jon aims his cock-tongue at the opening and slowly moves the head of it up and down against my slit. Large beads of hot water splatter and slide down our bodies but, for all we care, they don't exist.
"My paw slides down my body and the fore and index fingers take over where Jon leaves off. I diddle myself with his cock as if it were my finger only not quite as excitingly rough. He presses closer, taking up all of the space between my outstretched legs.
" 'You've been a verrrrrry good boy, Jonny,' I purr hoarsely. 'A very good boy. Mama will give you some milk now if you still want it.'
"He nods his head vigorously and eagerly attempts to get some of his longish hair out of his eyes. Teasingly I cup a teat and gently begin to fondle the wrinkled brown nipple at its head. 'You want it, baby?' I coo. 'It's here. It's all yours.'
"He smashes me up against the cool tile wall in his eagerness to get to mama's milk. It's fortunate that I'm just enough taller than he is that neither of us has to stoop to get what we want. His mouth is strangely cool and I almost think I can hear a SSSSSTTTTT with the rat-tat-tatatat of the shooting rays of water as the sensuous V of his lips covers my tit.
"I find myself hissing and grinding against the wall like a bitch in heat. I'd probably get on all fours if I could. My legs feel like rubber or semi-hardened bubble gum, I don't know which. 'Jon-Jon, baby,' I pant. 'Not so fast, honey. We got time-lots of time-uhooooohhh, yessssssss, baby mine!'
"He starts out slowly. Just gently licking at the nipple itself but not really touching the quivering mound with his whole mouth. When he was younger he used to take the whole thing in his mouth and kind of bite on it. When I explained to him, though, how good it felt when he did it nice and easy he happily complied with my wishes and now we both have much more fun than we would've had with gobbling sessions. It's no fun to do anything too hurriedly, you lose all the enjoyment.
"Fortunately, we have a small seat hanging on the wall close down to the floor. It seems the older and more experienced he gets, the more often I find myself not being able to stand up when we take showers together. Shakily I slither down the wall until my twitching ass cheeks feel the jarring coldness of the hanging seat. Jon's hands guide me and he crouches-rather, he semi-kneels-between my legs, cock diddling slowly at my clit and lips and tongue resuming the action on my electrified nipple.
"Absentmindedly I find myself toying with the as yet unattended but very excited erection on my chest. I roll it easily between my fingers as if I were shaping a clay ball for something or another. Even my own fingers felt good to me as I found myself scooting forward from the hips so that I could really feel his tongue-cock on my slit.
"The shower could have turned itself off and not one of us would have noticed any difference. Jon's arm was clasped tightly around my slithery naked waist and I could almost feel each one of his facial bones burrowing into my heaving chest. I raised one shaky hand and held my tit out to him. Hungrily, he wrapped his lips around the whole mound and my mist-covered eyes dazedly enjoyed the scene of his rapidly hollowing and filling mouth.
" 'Jon," I begged desperately. 'Your finger! I need your finger!'
"The smooth tapered index finger slid easily into me, like a knife theatrically slicing through a 'tube' of mayonnaise. I was wet-oh God!-was I ever wet-and desperate!
"I felt my toes curling and stretching for the other wall of the roomy shower stall. Another finger slid in-then another. Even if his whole hand had been up in me I couldn't have felt much difference! The squishing was muffled by dart-pointed jets loudly shooting off the shower head. Even the hoarse grunting seemed like a mere whisper.
"I felt a sharp pain in my breast. The milk--it was coming! A sound, more like a loud WHOOSH, bubbled out of Jon's gulping, sucking mouth. His head bobbed still faster, moving toward then away from me. I covered his pumping hand with my own and forced it to bury itself still deeper-as far as it would go-in my cunt. By now my hand that had been lazily toying with the nipple was spinning like a highspeed mixer. Mama's Saint Vitus dance was just beginning-but a long way to go--!
"Anxiously I started squeezing and pulling at my tit. I kneaded it like dough-pinched it-twisted it-and ground it into my chest so hard that I wasn't even aware of whose hand was doing what. My mouth gasped at the steaming air, maybe hoping to find a nice stiff cock to suck on. I thought I heard myself screaming, I don't know.
"I think that night in the shower was one of the first nights I'd ever thought of actually having my son fuck me. I don't know why-maybe--just a chance-that it was so I could taste his cock afterwards.
"The water was starting to get cool. Something in the dark forest of my muddled brain told me that it would be cold before long and then we'd really feel it whether we wanted to or not. I pressed his head tightly to my bosom at the same time that I really started diddling myself-with Jon's hand.
"'Come!' I demanded. 'Jon-Jon baby, come to mama! Suck it-ooooohhhh baby, suck meeeeee!'
"He pushed my hand away and started playing with the other teat himself. In a few minutes he changed, then rubbed the one he'd been sucking on and sucked the one he'd been rubbing on. I felt his teeth-sharp needle-like points gnawing at the sensitive flesh. His hand started pumping still harder-and harder, until it hurt so much, rubbing against the raw-feeling folds of skin, that I actually-for the first time out of memory-tried to stop him, to slow him down.
"The milk was oozing out of me now, helped greatly by the avid and attentive pumping action it was getting. My knuckles bumped against Jon's crotch. He was hard again. I pulled his hand away and aimed his cock at my wet and anxious cunthole. As soon as Jon felt the unfamiliar but pleasant caress of my pussy on his cock he lunged forward with his hips.
"The slender spear stabbed clean through to the hilt! It had been a long time-such a damn long time-since I'd had a guy's cock up me that I must have gone crazy. I let out a loud piercing scream that could probably be heard all around our house even with the shower and several radios blaring. 'Yessssss! Ohhhhhh noooooo! I can't-ohhhhh, yesssssss! Fuck yesssss...! '
"Strangely enough, Jon didn't seem to notice that something truly different was happening to us! Thank God the seat was wide or I'd probably have broken my back or some other silly thing like that. Note how do you go about explaining that kind of an injury to any kind of a doctor? What do you list as place and circumstance of injury ?
"The top of my head felt like it was bouncing itself on the tiles and I was stretched out almost as flatly as I would have been on a slanted floor. Jon was vainly trying to keep sucking on my tit but then decided that the other-whatever it was-felt good and was better anyway. He lay flat, well almost flat, on top of me and his little hips were pumping away as fast as they could. I didn't try to stop him even though I'd usually be the first one to say that it's better and much more enjoyable to take your time at something as important as fucking.
"I helped him raise up just enough so that he could get leverage with his arms. He watched my belly quiver as he pounded his young boy's shaft into my cunt. I wanted to speak-I really did-but what could I say that wouldn't cOme out as a loud piercing scream? It felt so good! I had waited much too long.
"My fist found its way to my mouth and crammed it. I bit down fiercely on my knuckles in my attempt to stifle any groans or delirious cries. With my free hand I guess I raked pretty deeply down his back because I noticed the angry crimson slashes before we finally went to bed.
"The water was cold-I think. I was shaking violently but I don't know if that was just me or if the water was actually ice-cold at the time. Jon blurted a cry, more like a high-pitched wail, at the same moment that I felt the watery strands of his come coursing up through my ravaged cunt. Then he collapsed-and I noticed that the water was indeed ice-cold.
"We sat on the sofa and giggled at each other. Jon looked like an orphan who'd only managed to find a terry cloth cloak to crown himself king. I didn't look too much better. Little shivers occasionally shot through me-still from the cold water, I presume-but I didn't notice much of anything except the feel of Jon's cock still sliding in and out of my hungry pussy.
"Funny, I never thought I'd find myself wanting a guy to fuck me. Not after my bastard of a husband who violated me every time he got a hard-on whether I wanted it or not. Jon was sitting across from me, eyes closed and looking very child-like. I reached forward and slipped the towel off his crotch.
"His little prick was clean, sparkling, and delightfully pink. I slipped off my own towel, spread my legs wide and hung them invitingly over the arms of the chair, then pressed my hand tightly to my tingling cunt.
"He seemed to be asleep so I didn't bother to wake him right then. Keeping my fingers close together I rapidly jerked my hand up and down and back and forth on the still seething slit. I felt the burning heat from all that friction slowly building up until I was almost jumping up and down on the chair. You would think that after spending almost an hour fooling around in the shower I'd be tired. The juices started oozing out of me again and I pumped harder and faster. I was jiggling around so much that my legs wound up stretched out in front of me, almost touching Jon, when I really got going.
"I didn't even notice when his eyes opened but I felt him there next to me. His hands were caressing my head and he was whispering softly, 'It's alright, I'm here mama.'
"Something was heavy on my chest. When I felt it, it was hair-Jon's-and his tongue was eagerly lapping at my tits and belly without once interrupting what I'd been doing.
" 'Mama,' he whispered. 'Have you ever heard of those vibrators?' My head snapped back and I looked at him through the fog I was in. My hand didn't even slow down. 'Where-' I squeaked, 'where did you ever hear about such things?'
" 'From a friend. Well, anyway,' he continued, 'I thought you might like to try it so I got you one-for-for your birthday, you know.'
"I smiled at him, trying to be maternal but feeling torn apart in all directions. My parched lips felt as though they'd crack open if I tried to smile any wider. I tried to wet them. Nothing. 'My birthday isn't until next month,' I croaked.
"His hand tenderly covered mine and stopped it for a minute. 'I know that,' he answered, 'I just thought it was a real good idea, that's all. It doesn't have to be right on your birthday, does it?'
"My hand was tired. Funny, when I get myself going like that it feels like all the little muscles and things in the hand I'm using get all tensed up. They tense so much that they actually hurt-bad. With my hand moistly dangling in my crotch, I leaned back in the chair and waited for Jon to come back with whatever it was he'd gotten.
"He handed me a daintily gift-wrapped long and fairly narrow box. I chuckled because of the imagine wrapping, knowing full well that he probably had a friend wrap it without even telling them what was inside. I shook the slender rectangle but only heard a low-keyed thud and the rustling of tissue paper. Actually, I'd forgotten whatever it was he'd told me just a few minutes before.
" 'Well, open it,' he urged. 'I just know you'll really like it!'
"I tucked my still shaky legs under me and unwrapped his surprise gift. It was a surprise! At first it looked like a whole lot of nothing.
" 'It's one of them personal vibrators, ma,' Jon began. 'It's got batteries. It'll-well, it'll keep your hand from getting tired. I guess.'
"I flicked the switch and was greeted with a low humming. The hand that was holding this 'personal vibrator' moved with it. I was dumbfounded-or at least I appeared to be at first-so Jon guided my hand to the chilled wetness of my crotch. He aimed the bullet-like nozzle at my clit and pushed forward.
"Oh, God, it felt so good! 'Let me work it this first time,' Jon begged. 'Let me, please let me!'
"The terry cloth had long been discarded. His hairless chin caressed my belly, the cherry lips planted a tender kiss on my navel, and he started to work the vibrator up and down my slit. At first it was foreign, unfamiliar in both feel and any kind of meaning. It didn't take too long for me to get used to it though.
" 'Just think,' Jon rambled, 'now I can have mama's milk and make mama real happy at the same time!' That's the last I heard of his voice. The hum of the vibrator, the artificial cock-tongue that would satisfy me when Jon wasn't available, seemed to get louder until it was booming in my ears. For a moment I giggled nervously because I had this freaky vision that there were several disjointed tongues fighting among themselves to get at my cunt. Shortly I felt Jon's still wet head resting on my belly. I slid down in the chair and he positioned himself half on top of me and half to one side.
"Jon's hungry mouth groped for my teat and I held it for him gratefully. It didn't take long for the milk to bubble out. I don't know exactly where he'd ever learned to handle such a thing as this vibrator but, then again, at this point I could have cared less. It just didn't matter-nothing much mattered to either of us except satisfaction.
"I don't even know why I'm telling you all this. Maybe I think it'll help someone else to understand their urges and not to be so frightened when they discover they're just human too ... . "
CHAPTER TWO Adopt-a-Lover
"Denny's body felt so warm in the cramped space of the elevator-too warm and too close. We'd just seen my husband Ed off at the airport. He'd gone on another of the usual extended business trips and Dennis and I were alone again.
"I looked at my adopted son with mingled pride and fear. Dark-haired and olive-skinned, Dennis fit perfectly into our old-fashioned Italian family. There was something about him even when we adopted him, when he was just three months old.
"The pressing bodies stacking into the small elevator cubicle pushed us even closer. I was embarrassed at first since I hadn't the chance to turn around even sideways and my belly was tightly ground into his. I didn't really notice it then but now it seems that I pushed myself even closer than I needed to-hips out and legs slightly flared open. Each jerk of the slow-moving, heavily populated cube brought me closer. By the time we got off the elevator I was bathed in sweat and my hands shook as I fumbled in my purse for a tissue or handkerchief.
"During the taxi ride back home through the honking and bleating uptown traffic I held my arm around his shoulder just as I'd always done. Everything was the same but-I had changed.
"I caressed him at every opportunity and closed my eyes so that I wouldn't remember that Denny was my son, my boy. By the time we reached home I knew my panties were completely soaked. I fixed Denny a soda with a few drops of strong brandy in it-I don't know why-to warm him up, I guess. As for myself, I needed much more than a snifter to calm the clamoring nerves and the echoing drums pounding in my head. I had three to his one.
"I literally danced my way to the bedroom and didn't take too long to rummage around for the sexy nightgown I wore so rarely since Ed's new job. I sponge-bathed quickly and paraded nakedly and proudly in front of the full-length mirror I'd insisted on having in my bedroom.
"The firmness was still there. Well, it should be. I haven't borne any children. I hadn't even been used much. The sad and bittersweet memories floated across the room until they collided with the unyielding wall and the bubble burst. I thought I could see the bubble hitting the expensively decorated plaster, so I laughed. I laughed like a wild woman and danced crazily in front of the mirror, all the time waving this negligee in front of myself as if it were a giant fan.
"I'd asked Denny to go and clean up too and I was eagerly anticipating seeing him in this new light: wearing tight cut-off shorts and a tie-dyed tee shirt. I'd never thought of him sexually before, yet now I could almost imagine and, yes, even taste, the shaft that the whole family knew was of quite good size. I don't even know why I could only think of kissing it or, for that matter, why I even bothered to think at all.
"He was a well-developed boy. Already the jet black hairs were blatantly visible on his arms and I'd noticed sparse tufts under his arms beginning to show. He'd be a hairy one, that boy!
"The flimsy lavender chiffon accented by black satin ribbon at the hem and cuffs really looked good. The shiny olive beauty was still there, smoldering for the time being-all of it-and I giggled nervously as I did in college when I shopped for a prom dress.
"Fluttering around the room, I dimmed the lights to make a real sexy atmosphere, re-examined myself in the antique-bordered mirror, and called to Denny. 'How's for another soda, Dennis?'
"He mumbled something or another. I thought the sound was coming from the bathroom. I wasn't exactly sure so I went over to check.
"The door was partly open, just a crack and about enough to see in. Even though it was only the night light shining in there I could see him.
"Danny was kind of hunched over, looking down, you know. He was grunting and making all kinds of strange noises. I was just about to say something when he yelled.
" 'Aaaaiieeee! Ooooophhhhh!' I saw the heavy banners of his come shooting up toward the lamp on the ceiling. I was tempted to laugh but instead found my hand creeping down my belly and pushing against my pussy. Poor Denny! He was trying to hold himself and fumble around for a paper towel at the same time!
"Silently I backed away from the room. I tiptoed into the living room where I started to fix our drinks, bourbon and seven for me this time-the brandy was low-and soda and brandy for Dennis.
"My heart was pounding wildly and it all seemed so loud that I was sure he'd hear it on the way in and would know how excited I was. Sweaty beads were forming, like little blisters, in my cleavage and I patted at it frantically while I cursed myself for forgetting to powder there. I didn't even have a tissue so I had to use the palm of my hand which was just about as sweaty as the rest of me.
" 'It's warm in here, dear,' I mumbled when I heard his footsteps. 'Don't you think we'd better turn down the heat before we roast?'
"I handed him the brimming glass of bubbly brown liquid. 'Your cola.' I quickly noticed his eyes taking me in. 'Not bad for an old woman, eh?' I snickered.
"He grinned at me and sat down silently. I couldn't help staring at Dennis. He's a big boy for his age, five foot and four or five, I'd say, and looks much older than his twelve years. The tee shirt covered his chest nicely and seemed to make more prominent the bulges already starting to form at his biceps. I happily noticed that he was wearing his tight shorts and it looked surprisingly like he wasn't wearing any underwear under them. When he was younger I'd scold him for not wearing his under-shorts, but now I was most grateful.
"The lavender material was sticking to me and I stood up to fan it and get some air. At that moment I felt as though my skin wasn't breathing at all.
"While I was up, I methodically went around the room turning off most of the lights and turning the others down. 'Aaaahh,' I purred loud enough for Dennis to hear me, 'that's much better, don't you think?' When I went back to the sofa where he was sitting, I deliberately sat very close to him. Just as I was getting comfortable, almost settling on Dennis' lap, Sarno, our two-year-old Alaskan Malamute, started a racket on the patio. I knew he'd keep that up all night if I didn't let him in.
"Strange that when I let Sarno come in he immediately began sniffing at my pussy. You'd think he knew at that instant just how horny I was. I patted him gently on the head and tried to walk away. Sarno followed close at my heels, still sniffing.
"When I came back, I noticed that the spiked colas were beginning to get to Dennis. His face
C.I was lightly flushed-actually mottled in some high places-and he was sitting in what seemed to be an uncomfortable position with his knees held tightly together. I imagined what he'd been doing in the last few minutes-
"I hesitated for a moment, then blurted out what I'd wanted to ask him all that week. "Where's your girl friend tonight, Denny? You know, ah, that there blonde one you've been going around with. I don't notice you bringing her home to meet your parents like a good son would do.'
"At the way I'd just spoken I was sure he knew exactly the girl I was talking about. His head was bent, staring into his lap and the slight bulge that popped out in the center, threatening to burst the seams I'd so carefully stitched in just a month ago. I noticed he looked up and sort of give me a dirty look.
" 'You give your mother bad look, eh?' I said, shaking my hand in his face and reverting to the old Italian that was so familiar. 'Don't you give me dirty look. Whatsa matter, you 'fraid and mad 'cause I don't let you bring her in this house to sleep with you?'
"At that point he just about flew off the couch. I grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him back down. 'Hey,' I whispered secretively, 'It's alright. I know she's not from this neighborhood. You probably even told her you were fifteen, right?' Silence. 'Dammit, Denny, answer me! You told her you were fifteen, am I right?'
" 'Yeah, you're right,' he grumbled. 'No girl gonna go out with a twelve-year-old punk dago.'
"I pulled him still closer. My hard nipples were digging into the side of his chest. Pretending nervous concern, I found my hands flying over his body, patting him everywhere in little flourishes and excited gestures.
" 'Is alright ... is alright ... don't worry,' I mumbled-and I kept right on patting him until I got down to where I'd wanted to be since this afternoon when we were in the elevator together. I didn't even think of Ed anymore, or what would happen to me if he came home and found me behaving this way over my son. My mouth was watering and I found myself gasping sharply as my fingers gently patted around Dennis' groin.
"When I looked up at his face again, he was smiling. 'You're blushing, ma,' he whispered, more into my thick mane of naturally curled jet black hair than to me. 'And you've got you real sexy perfume on tonight, too. What's up?'
"I didn't try to hide my excitement from him. I was sure that he knew more than I thought he knew and he'd find me out sooner than later. My fingers curled under and cupped his balls, pushing upward so that I could feel his prick. No one said anything. I felt Dennis' arm around me, pulling me closer to his chest. His cool fingers caressed my back. Oooohhhh, he was so much more gentle than Ed could ever be! I should be so lucky to find a husband that knows how to make love to a woman. My husband! He's too tired or he's busy-or this or that or the other thing. Then, ah yes then-when he wants the pussy to be for him-then he's like the old bull. You know? Boom! Boom! Then like some kind of old machine gun-POW!-then he's through. I don't even get a chance to roll over and get comfortable before he's already snoring. What the hell good is sex when you gotta have it like that?
"I felt like almost all young girls dream-that there's a handsome man, suave and graceful and you're in a imagine room floating on a cloud just waiting for him to kiss you. Aach! You wouldn't believe how women can daydream! No matter how long a woman's been married, no matter how long since she's been touched my a man, you can never stop those dreams as long as she's a woman!
"His touch could have been a purely innocent one but I really doubt it. I didn't need any more invitation from him, though. like a child tearing at a Christmas present, I tugged frantically at the fly of his shorts. Since the pants were so tight and the fly kind of humped here and there, it took me a while. Denny's eyes were wide but not with any kind of fear.
" 'Don't worry, son,' I cooed tenderly. 'Did your mama ever hurt you? Remember the game we used to play when you were little? Remember 'Kiss and Make It All Better'? Well, that's what I'm gonna do now.'
"I pulled the half-erect organ through the tight opening, then, on second thought, decided that it would be much too uncomfortable for Denny. 'Say,' I whispered slyly, 'take these off. The drapes are closed, lights pretty dark, nobody will see you ... except me. What you say?'
" 'Mom..." he stuttered. 'Ssssshhhh!' I interrupted. 'I said it's alright. Did I ever hurt you?'
"I was getting desperate. If he didn't pull his pants off, I knew I would. Sarno lay in a corner and growled when he heard Dennis' raised voice. Dennis looked over at our hairy brute of a dog. He knew that only I could handle Sarno. Both my husband and my brother have tried but I think the thing I have going with Sarno is my secret.
"The pants came off. Another light went out. I hissed loudly at the beautiful sight that stood so timidly before me. I reached out and grabbed his cock. Handling it like a fine piece of jewelry, I exclaimed softly, 'You really got something there. Don't be bashful about it, boy! Be proud! You'll be a fine, fine man ... but ... you must be proud!' I dropped the semi-rigid organ and weighed his sacs carefully. 'These too, Denny. I'm your mother, remember that, and I'm not going to hurt you. Love never hurt nobody. You said yourself that I'm still a pretty fine piece of woman. So then, what you so shy about? Come on, be a man!' v
"I could see his shoulders straightening up even though I wasn't looking in that direction. His legs spread just a little bit and I ran my trembling hands up the insides of his muscular thighs.
"I stood up and pranced around him like those dancers you see in the Roman movies. The material of the thin negligee seemed to float on the air and I noticed before long that his deep-blazing black eyes were focusing exactly where I wanted them-on my pussy.
" 'You like?' I asked in the old Italian dialect. 'I give for you!' My legs almost buckled under me as I attempted a curtsy, the--likes of which I hadn't tried since I was in a play in college. Denny held me up and both had a good laugh over my Americanese Italian.
"Denny's strong arms went around me and I felt my long black hair being pushed back, away from my face, as two strong hands cupped my head and pulled me closer. My mouth was partly open but I hadn't expected the most pleasant surprise of such a mature son and possible lover.
"His lips tasted almost sweet. They were thick lips but just right for the rest of his face. His sleek tongue easily found its way into my mouth and expertly slithered and squirmed around until I just had to push him away so that I could catch my breath.
" 'Why you!' I exclaimed in mock anger, poking an accusing finger into his chest. 'Where you, you twelve year old punk, learn such a thing?' He seemed startled at first but quickly realized that it was my game. It was fine. We both realized that we were a little bit nervous.
"I pulled my gown up to my hips and pressed myself closer to his young body. He was like a magnet for my sex and I don't think I could have stayed away from him for very long unless someone took him away whenever I was all alone and horny.
"We must have hugged like that for at least fifteen minutes, me standing there like a desperate old lady and Dennis looking like a young 'for-rent' stud.
"I snapped out of it first, dropped the hem of my gown and moved back to plop down on the couch. I patted a place at my side and Dennis followed. I didn't even look at him then. My eyes were riveted on the manly looking stiff rod poking out of his groin at a corner angle to the cushions. There was a big patch of coal black hair around the base of it and, except for the lightness in color and the lack of real heavy vein lines, his prick looked just like Ed's.
"I attacked it passionately, butterfly kissing it all over from top to bottom and kind of frantically, you know. I just couldn't stop kissing.
"Denny's hand rested on my head and, from the feel of the pressure, I figured he was trying to guide me to take it all in my mouth. I wasn't quite ready for that yet. I wanted to kiss it, to tongue-bathe it and take my time with that.
"His hand was getting heavier. 'No ... no, no ... ohhhh!' I groaned as my opened lips covered the fiery crown of skin at the very tip. 'Ummmmmm-hmmmm.'
"I found myself sliding off the couch and down on my knees. Denny hadn't moved an inch except to spread his legs wider for me. I tried to look up but I could only see his belly with the patch of black hair already starting to crawl up the front of his young body. The heavy hand pushed down harder. I swallowed, then took his whole shaft in my mouth.
"His loins were straining for my face and I greedily accepted all he had to offer me. I would have taken more if he'd offered or had it. I felt a strange coolness on my butt. It felt as if there was nothing covering me. Then I felt Denny's other hand gently rubbing up and down my back until I felt the gown crumpled up on my hunching shoulders. My legs spread open wider.
"I'd almost forgotten that Sarno was behind me-or rather, he was in front of me when I was sitting on the couch. I heard Denny gasping loudly and it almost sounded like he was trying to say something. Then I felt it-a cold circle poking between my twitching cheeks and the occasional grunt and hot breaths ... as if ... as if someone was breathing heavily on my ass.
"Eddie doesn't know about this-so don't tell him that I said anything. Okay? I didn't want to-but oh how I felt that I needed to! I'd been without just a little bit of loving for so long a time! I think-yes, I think that somewhere back in my mind I knew what that feeling behind me was. I must have known it was Sarno.
"The back was all forgotten when Denny started jerking around under me. His hips were moving up and down so fast that I had a pretty hard time keeping up with them. Then I felt it-the almost sandpapery but exciting feel of a long tongue licking up and around my ass-hole. At first it felt like Sarno was using his teeth, it was that harsh, and I wiggled my hips around trying to push him away.
"He stayed at it and Denny was bucking so violently now that I couldn't take care of both things without losing them. I stopped fighting. I spread my legs as far apart as I could and kind of raised up a bit so Sarno could get into my pussy a little bit too. Denny was pounding on my head now, beating it like a hammer all the way down to the bone of his crotch.
"I found myself actually flagging my ass at our dog! I still don't believe it-you know how people say it's perverted and all that to do that kind of thing. Well, I'm not saying it's normal-but then again I know I won't tell you that it's not!
"Every once in a while my nose would get crunched up against Denny's bone. It hurt. It didn't take me long to get back in the swing of sucking prick. Funny, when Eddie and I first got married, he said I was the best cocksucker in all of New York! I know now he was only teasing but-what a nice thing to say, no?
"I clamped the rigid prick steadily between my teeth and held it there, moving my head around in circles. Denny squealed and both hands came down on my head. 'Maaaaa!' he yelled, 'I'm commmmmminnnnnn' to you! Maaaaaa!'
"The fine spray of Denny's sweet, creamy honey juice shot into my mouth. I was so ex-cited! I was a woman-I made Denny come!! !..."
Anna M., the narrator of the preceding excerpt, is a 38-year-old housewife and mother. Her son, Dennis Loy M., is 12 years old, a junior high school student. The seduction and first contact we have just read has many causes.
We have noticed, within the framework of this narration, that the husband is rarely home, "always off on business." Actually, Eddie M., 40-years-old, is a struggling contractor who goes where there is work without dragging his family along with him.
Less affluent people are presumed by many authorities to become more involved in incestuous relationships because of the closeness-the small living quarters and the individual's mental background. We see here that although this family suffers no deprivations in the matter of living space, they are basically lower middle class and of such ancestry that close living quarters are not in the too distant past.
Authorities have also frequently expressed that there is a sexual-attitude-difference between the classes: lower class, middle class, and upper class on a sliding scale of emotional drive. We see these variations daily in the attitudes of friends and acquaintances who often express their personal view as being that which is right or "best."
We speak now of the class within which this narrator and her family may possibly fall. Several researchers have noted that a sexually aroused male member among the poorer peer groups will have intercourse with that which is readily available and appealing to him. There seems to be no taboo, whether it be his daughter, niece, sister, aunt, or whomever. In light of this, therefore, we say that the female members feel in much the same way, although, as we have previously explained, it is much simpler for the female in that her maternal and loving role usually precludes any harmful intentions.
The majority of puritanically-conditioned folk seem to lie in the middle class range. They are usually frightened of many overpowering emotions and have many qualms. Much of the unreasonable fear is totally unfounded and without any logical basis.
As this author has noted in a previous book, Five Faces of Incest, this middle class group may still become involved in the same sort of incestuous relationships as the former group "but, too often, under the heady influence of liquor or some other thought-distorting chemicals. The need for artificial assistance is self-explanatory: How else could a man do such a 'heinous' thing and still live with himself?..."
Oral Love-Making, previously noted within this text, notes the following interesting fact as relates to the oralism syndrome experienced by so many people either knowingly or unwittingly. He speaks first of the animal world where oral caressing is pretty much limited to the use of the tongue. He points out that, in animals, "the shape of the mouth, the placement, size and sharpness of teeth, making it impractical as a receptacle for another's sexual organ ... .
". . . There are no such physical limitations in the human mouth. Although its primary function is for the in-taking of liquids and food and mastication of the latter, before swallowing, it is also ideally suited as a supplementary sex organ, as herewith described by an encyclopedia:
'-characterized by lips or fleshy folds, making up the region about the aperture and by teeth and a tongue within the oral cavity.'"
Fenmorr expands still further in noting that the tongue is described as "a symmetrical, muscular organ ... the superior surface divided into two symmetrical lateral parts by a median longitudinal furrow."
Sigmund Freud, the most often quoted authority on human behavior, originally contended that human's earliest organs of sexual sensation are the mouth and the tongue.
The International Institute of Sexual Research, as referred to earlier, interviewed many women to learn their opinion of the so-called "soul kissing" so many of us remember from our youth. Their research has found that some women consider such labial pleasure, kissing, as a "natural stepping stone to a later actual oral-genital contact with a male." Fenmorr elaborates by noting that these same women associated "the warm, firm probing of a tongue in their mouth with what it might be like to similarly receive an erect phallus-or to feel that same agile, slick oral muscle inserting itself into their sensitive vagina."
The length of a tongue is not nearly as important as the agility with which it is used. Length offers no special advantage in insertion of the lingual member, as it has been found that most of the sensation is received when the clitoris and labia are orally caressed.
M.J. Exner, M.D., in his book titled The Sexual Side of Marriage, informs us of one of the primary sources of sexual stimulation. He notes that: "Just above the junction of the inner lips is the clitoris, the principal organ of sex feeling ... a miniature penis having erectile tissue, and a head and foreskin similar to the penis of a man. It is covered from above by a hood of skin. The clitoris is supplied with highly sensitive nerves which respond to sexual stimulation. From this, the center of erotic response, sexual feeling radiates to the other areas in the vulva and vagina. When erect, the clitoris is about the size and shape of a pea or small bean."
Adding an additional note to the function and description of this highly sensitive organ, the clitoris, Fenmorr continues, "From this description it is obvious that the woman who receives no clitoral stimulation, although she still might enjoy minor or secondary sensations of sexual pleasure, will seldom reach the complete ecstasy of orgasm."
Herein we have a part of the vital crux of the narration within this chapter, the story of Anna M. Here is a 38-year-old housewife, a woman highly desirous of sexual satisfaction but also a woman who has no one to give her such love. The husband is rarely home and, when he is in attendance, performs rather lackadaisically and with little or no concern for the wife's well being.
This aspect of the titled "Adopt-a-Lover" case history is not a new or even recent discovery. We each of us know of at least one woman who feels similarly frustrated and we each know of some couple not sufficiently educated in matters of satisfactory sexual functioning that both or either of the parties involved feel a void close to where the desire should be.
We continue now with the preceding narration:
"Sarno was a bit disgruntled and even growled at me when I so hesitantly pushed him away and sat at the foot of the couch. He was persistent, however, but when he saw that I really meant business, he went back to his corner and curled up sulkily.
"It was easier with Denny the next day-and the next. The weekend was gone, a happy memory that would always stay in the attic of my mind. I now hoped that Eddie would find some reason not to come back for at least a month. I knew better. He'd usually be gone for a week or so, come home for a couple of days-mainly to bitch about the bills and all the other household expenses, get his nookie pie, and run off like a newly re-charged bull looking for something to tide him over between rutting seasons-and then he'd fly out again. I don't even think I really knew him the last year ... .
"Monday was a rainy day, the kind of day when you'd like to sit around a fireplace and watch a roaring fire. Denny didn't go to school; we decided to stay in bed and keep each other warm. I'd been telling him all morning that I would teach him how to satisfy a woman without using his prick. I guess I made it sound like it was really a subject he should know quite a bit about if he was ever to call himself a man when all I really wanted was the feel of his thick hot tongue on my pussy....
"I remember when it happened. We were in the kitchen. My body became a quivering mass of raw nerves as I sat my naked bottom on the cold chair and watched Denny position himself between my legs. I know it should have first happened in a much more appropriate place-the bedroom is an excellent choice-but we were in the kitchen ... and, well, got overly anxious, I guess.
"Denny reached up and cupped one of my breasts in his strong hand, tenderly massaging it as if to tell me that everything was alright. I somehow found the whole scene forbiddingly exciting and spread my legs wide so that they wouldn't be in his way. The wetness between my thighs was spreading quickly and I twitched in eager anticipation of this my first man-woman meeting with Dennis.
"I felt his cool fingers tracing wavering lines around my belly and down to the start of my pussy hairs. Then I felt his lips-felt the two thick, sensual folds of flesh purse and brush against my pussy hairs, all the time blowing slowly so that it felt like a strangely hot wind burning all the way up.
"I held his head with two trembling hands and tried to hurry him up, to pull him down on my clit and HARD! He was a bit too strong for that, I guess. Besides, I'd taught him that doing it right meant taking a little bit of time, and s-l-o-w-l-y.
"The longer he took getting down there, the faster I knew I was going to come! I didn't want to-but I knew that I would. I was almost afraid that I'd blow off as soon as his tongue hit my passion and then I'd have to wait for him to get going again.
"He nibbled all around my belly then back down to the start of my hairs again. His fingers gently tickled the insides of my thighs and then-he was right there! Just for an instant-but he was there! Right on my slit-and then-just as fast as he'd gotten his tongue there, he slid it down and away. A few seconds later I felt his finger-exploring me-feeling the heat and love that I now could only give to him.
"I was sure I was going mad-becoming some sort of a nymphomaniac or maybe even something worse! I tried to remember the few lectures I'd given him. The lectures on patience, understanding of the other person, etc. etc. No matter. I couldn't keep my hands off him; it didn't make any difference how hard I seemed to be trying. My fingers became like some kind of claws trying desperately to bury themselves in his scalp. I had wrapped every one of his tight little jet black curls around a finger trying desperately and violently to show him-to tell him through these fingers-exactly how much I needed his tongue!
" 'Denny, baby,' I hissed through clenched teeth. 'No, baby. Don't do this kind of thing to me now. We take our time some other time. Right now, I need it!'
"I felt his body shudder and the finger that was still around my pussy pushed in deeper. I knew then that he might still turn out exactly like his father-maybe not. Something inside me felt that he just loved every second I begged him to give his sweet love to me. Me! His mother and teacher! I huffed mentally. Strange he should treat me so much like a regular puta! I teach him-give him love-what does he give me back?
"He licked at my pussy a couple of times-long and drawn out licks all the way up-then stopped with his mouth just less than an inch away. 'Am I right, ma?' he whispered. 'Tell me if I don't do right by you.'
" 'You do right, my Denny,' I grunted. 'You do right. It's just that I'm in too much of a hurry.'
"I cupped my breasts in my hands-they were really, perspiring now-and squeezed them until' I almost screamed from the pain I was giving myself. Not satisfied with that, my hands flew back to nest in Denny's hair. This time I pulled on the roots even harder. I'm surprised that I didn't come out of it with clumps of hair matted and stuck under each of my fingernails.
"Denny was wearing his old pajama bottoms-you know, the kind with the drawstring affair to keep them up? Well, I kept thinking about it and thinking about it until my mouth was drooling. You know, I was just trying to imagine, from memory, what his prick looked like at just this exact moment that his tongue was exploring around my pussy. I wanted to see how hard it really was and whether, if I squeezed it kind of hard, anything would seep out of the little hole at the top.
"His tongue was working smoothly. Long lazy strokes up and down for a few minutes, then around and under the puffy skin down there, and then-just when I was ready to scream for it-right on my button!
"My whole body was wet. My ass stuck to the chair and pinched painfully every time I tried to move up just a little bit. I felt just about like anyone who was in a broiler would feel. Desperately, I threw my legs up and over his shoulders. The heels dug into his back, wherever I could find enough meat to dig into. I pushed down on his back-HARD!-so that would force his head to come up and his tongue would have no other choice but to go to my button ... .
" 'Good, baby,' I moaned hoarsely, gasping for all the breath I could possibly fill my starved lungs with. 'You're real good ... and gonna get better.'
"My fingers became nails, the hand itself was a hammer. I twitchingly drove these nails into his head. He's a good and attentive boy. He didn't even twitch even though I figured that I was really hurting him.
"I listened to the rain falling on the roof and sliding down the windows. I even tried to listen to my heart beating but it was going too fast and too loud. Tears slithered down my cheeks and my eyes felt like they had some kind of film covering them.
"Is this what you want? I asked myself. Is Denny the one you want for your lover? YESSSSSS! my gut screamed out and I felt as if all my insides were laid out right there on the table behind me.
" 'Is alright, Denny!' I shrieked. 'I love you, baby! Everything is alright! You're good. I'm ... oooooh my baby ... I'm going to give you such loving like you never saw before! Aaaaauuuughhhh! Here!! ! !...'
"I raised myself up by applying more pressure on his back. My whole body came up and I felt my pussy slamming up onto his face. I heard a muffled grunt kind of noise and I guessed that was because I'd hit him hard. Funny, I didn't even feel like saying, 'I'm sorry, Denny.'
"We went back into the bedroom where Denny carefully and gently laid me down on the bed. I'll bet he would have carried me if he thought he could have. I've never seen a wider grin on any boy-or man, for that matter. I felt like a deflated balloon-and all I could even think of was to curl up in his arms and purr.
"By the time I got hold of my second wind, Denny had a hard that was quite a sight. I guess he thought I'd fallen asleep on him so he was banging it himself.
" 'I'm not asleep, caro,' I whispered. 'Your mama don't do what dad do ... I don't go to sleep in the middle of things. Capice?'
"I pushed him back on the bed, gently you understand, so as not to hurt my lover. I know I'd already shown him how a woman makes a man feel good-the right way-but I "was still quite a bit crazy in the head and body so I wasn't really thinking.
"No formalities. No preliminaries. I went all the way down on it until I felt my nose smashed up in his black bush. I started in with my teeth again. I don't know why, I just about always use my teeth on a man. Eddie doesn't like it now-he used to. I guess some men change when they get old and sloppy. Too bad.
"I was kind of lightly biting his prick all the way up and down before I took it into my mouth again. I felt everything inside my head jiggling real fast as I started working real fast up and down. I was kind of hunched up on my knees and this time I deliberately waved my ass high in the air. I was kind of hoping that Sarno would come in again and do to me what he did the last time. I remembered that it had felt so good. Strange but good.
"Eagerly I took my mouth all the way off his prick. Now it was wet and shiny all over and my mouth still tingled just from having touched it like that. Passionately, I started sucking and licking behind it. You know, that's where the jumpy kind of nerves that aren't in the head of the prick are located.
"I licked it from the top to the hard stalk of the thick base, then I lazily wrapped my tongue between and around his sacs. They were bloated, they were so full. I felt them with my hands-they were heavy. I scooted down still more on the bed and opened my mouth wide so I could suck on them. All the time I massaged his prick with my fingers and used my nails to do something like my teeth had been doing.
" 'Mama,' Denny whispered. 'It feels good.'
"I found myself grunting some kind of an answer to that. My head pulled back and away from his groin just a bit and I kind of squeezed his staff with my fingers while I nibbled it all the way back up to the top again.
"Then I gave Denny just a little surprise. A good surprise-the kind of surprise a boy or man would like a girl to give him once in a while. I wet my lips just a little bit and stuck my tongue out just enough so it would fit nicely in the middle of the split at the top of his prick. I used my teeth some more and rolled the fleshy point around between them, then I quickly opened my mouth real wide and took the whole head and everything inside ... .
"I was dizzy with all the excitement. I haven't had so much lovin' in God knows how long. Those few days with Denny made up for thirteen years of being used as an oil well. My head started moving crazily and faster ... faster ... faster ... until the crimson knob at the head was almost purple and looked like it was getting ready to burst wide open any minute.
"My pointed tongue was really going wild. It was frantically squirming into the slit and then nibbling on it with the help of my teeth. My whole body was behaving like a huge fucking machine! I still can't believe that this is really me, you know that? I find it hard to think I got so much loving wasting away inside of me.
"A hard needle-like rippling started tearing through my tits and my belly. I tickled my pussy hairs as it raced crazily all through my body. Just as I'd gotten the whole shaft back into my mouth, I felt Denny pushing me down on it real hard. I almost gagged when the head started poking at the back of my throat.
"Too soon I felt all the come shooting out of him and down into my body. Too soon the firecrackers in my brain exploded and the dizziness, and light floating feeling came back. Hesitantly I let his once proud penis loudly plop out of my still hungry mouth. Too soon I crawled back up to the head of the bed and cuddled Denny in my perspiring arms. My body was still shaking.
"The whole week was pretty much the same. Denny went to school but, except for the short times when he had homework that needed to be done right then and there, we were like two starving people looking to each other for food.
"It seems odd, now that I think about it, that Denny never really seemed concerned about the fact that I was, after all, his mother, or about the also important fact that Ed would be home any day.
"When Denny was at school I took care of the house, planned our meals, and played with Sarno who also was getting much better every day.
"It's hard to imagine that certain things are considered abnormal. You know, I only now think about that. Is there something-wrong?
"Saturday was one of our truly better days.
Nice spring sunshine covered our large, shaded backyard. Denny and I skin-dipped most of the morning and hugged each other like young lovers while we splashed around in the small pool. Actually, it used to be a pond but-for special occasions anything can be changed, right?
"I couldn't help admiring his smooth young body and the virile way in which he'd begun to carry himself since our affair had started. He walked tall now, more like a man, and occasionally strutted proudly before me, invitingly caressing his prick when he came real close.
"We pretended that we were in a forest and chased each other in and out of the trees and bushes. Whenever he caught me, I spread my legs invitingly and he'd pounce down on me, his tongue eagerly lapping at my pussy. Fleetly he'd jump up and dart away into the bushes to be caught or chased again.
"I pushed him in the pond once and kissed every part of his body that I could get my mouth on. We swam to the side of the shallow area and stared at each other for what almost seemed like an eternity. I felt his eager fingers weaving through my tangled nest of pubic hair and happily held my lips open for his entry.
"Deftly he maneuvered his fingers inside me. I leaned back and rested on my arms but held myself out wide and eagerly open for him.
"I watched his face, first at what seemed like a scowl, then a sly smile as he bent forward to nibble at my belly. I scooted further back on the cold cement patio and raised my hips up so that he could reach my pussy much easier.
"Almost brutally he pushed me backwards. I heard the loud sloshing of the water as he hoisted himself out. I lay flat on my back and looked up. He was straddling my face, grinning slyly and blowing me kisses.
"Anxiously I watched as he turned around to face my pussy. I didn't expect him to do it-but he came down on my pussy and my mouth at the same time. At first I felt the rough poking as his prick tried to find my mouth. His fingers fumbled around for a minute or two and I heard him curse loudly when he couldn't find what he was looking for. I opened my mouth wide and directed his proud shaft into its excited warmth.
"He was courteous, that much I must say. He kept his hips raised just enough so that my face and nose wouldn't get smashed under the weight. I could tell he was trying to be just as polite with my pussy but we were both too anxious and excited.
"I reared up on my haunches and offered myself to him. The water dripped off his face and hair and slithered down my legs in icy cold rivulets. His hair chilled my thighs but I didn't care about that either.
"Passionately, I swallowed the rod that was poking itself toward the back of my head. He maneuvered it with his hips, pushing down just enough to get it all in, not too much so that he'd choke me. A good boy ... .
"Every once in a while I'd pull him all the way down on my face just so that I could get to his brimming sacs of honey juice that I'd developed an insatiable thirst for of late. I guess I've actually chewed on them-I don't know about that. I don't even know if I was really all there or if it was just a freak dream.
"For some strange reason, I became uncontrollably excited just by looking at his privates. Everything looked so masculine-so beautiful-and I desperately hoped and wished that my time with Denny would never end.
"His teeth were gently sliding one lip of my pussy between them with just enough pressure to send the blood bubbling and racing up to my swollen brain. He did the same thing with my passion trigger, only that time I almost sent him flying back into the pond. My hips slammed up and down violently as if my pussy were in full control. It demanded that it be fed regular portions of Denny.
"I felt Denny's hands pushing my legs still further apart with the same kind of pressure you'd apply to tearing a Cornish hen in half, I thought. It's really unbelievably wild to feel yourself being torn apart and eaten, to want this feeling to continue-forever if it can.
"I was almost choking on the saliva and seepage that I held in my mouth and I gulped what I could down quickly so I could suck for more.
"I occasionally felt my head slamming onto the hard patio foundation but it didn't seem to make too much difference. I tried to hold Denny's body steady and take my time with him but every time he jerked, I bit down and gobbled as fast as I could. I was always afraid he'd come before I was ready.
"Sarno was somewhere around my head. I could hear him whining and trying to find an opening somewhere so that he could get in on the action too. Poor baby, he'd had some really special treatment all that week. I wonder if I could possibly break him of that now?
"My eardrum exploded when Sarno barked-you can imagine a big dog like a Malamute barking. Then I heard him growl. It was a menacing growl, as if there was an intruder somewhere on the small grounds. I didn't pay attention to the noises I heard-we were too close to coming, both of us. Nothing would happen, I said, and giggled because I thought it was all my imagination.
"I scraped my teeth up the sides of Denny's cock and-just as I got to the head and started rolling it around in my mouth, Denny slammed down real hard and I felt all his muscles twitching violently as he shot his load into my hungry mouth. I groaned loudly and raised up to give him my offering of love when...
"Eddie spat in my face the minute he noticed my eyes looking up at him. It was kind of funny because most of the spittle landed on Denny's ass.
"We got into a really big fight that night. It seems he'd come home just to check that we were alright and then he was going to split again-if I'd only have waited a little longer.
"Anyway-I wound up with two black eyes and four badly bruised ribs. Denny is being sent to a private boarding school and I'm here, talking to a head doctor. I want to try for a divorce but Eddie won't let me-not until, he says, my head is fixed up so I don't go around 'hurting nobody.' How's that for one hell of an old man?"
CHAPTER THREE Succulent Rosebud
"I watched Allen choking Tracy with his tongue while the side of his hand slid up and down her cunt. She loved it! Every goddamn minute of being fucked by anybody, and my daughter loved it!
"His fingers coiled around his cock, real nice and slow it seemed, and with an easy movement he started to get it real ready to ram into her.
"The whole stinking room was full of guys and gals. My daughter, of course, was the main attraction, and her narcotically glazed eyes attested to the fact that she'd be easily fucked by anyone who wanted a piece of tail. She'd been smoking grass all that afternoon as well as sloshing down quite a few from my usually well-stocked liquor cabinet.
"I tried to see her face but what with bodies veering crazily all around and a hairy assed bastard getting ready to pump come inside her I could only see her hair. The fine, reddish-gold silk fanned out on the floor to form a crazy kind of halo over her head. Her arms were flailing the air wildly, sometimes even crashing down on the guy's back. Her groaning above all was what drove me right up the wall!
"I love Tracy. I love her body and the pert young tits that jut out so proudly when she struts around. I love her soft fuzzy pussy where I so often lay my head when she's asleep. I love her mouth and go mad just thinking about one day kissing it ... .
"Some guy who'd obviously wandered away from his date in a drunken stupor was trying to shove his half-erect cock either in my ass or in my cunt. I don't think he was capable of making up his mind.
" 'Wanna fuck, honey?' he blurted.
"I looked over at him, the sloppy spittle dribbling down his double chin. 'Shove it in your mouth, baby,' I cooed as I smiled quite sweetly. 'This pussy's on strike.'
" 'Damn broads,' he muttered and walked away.
"For some reason I wandered over to a lone female who was sprawled invitingly on one of the floor pillows. When I reached her I was astonished to see that she strikingly resembled Tracy except that I hoped she was at least four years older-Tracy is only fourteen, last birthday.
"She immediately recognized me as the hostess of this latest hilltop society shindig and I immediately recognized her physical endowments. They wouldn't have interested me except that I had insane thoughts about myself and Tracy on my mind.
"Her hair was darker, more auburn I would say, and not nearly as silky. We no sooner got to chatting comfortably than a gorgeous hunk of man came sidling over and plopped down between us, one arm around each.
"His arms were long and easily slid down to caress my rigid nipple. 'Mmmmm-mm, I like you,' he hissed and squeezed the tender pebble-like mound. 'How about it?'
"Without hesitation I lay flat on my back. After all, what's a little come among friends? There were no gentle words, no real exchange of names, no preliminaries. Just BAM! and you've got a whang up your cunt ...
"The first time he shot into me it felt like all the air was escaping from my lungs. I didn't think I could stand it. He was, I assumed, quite a bit younger than my easily concealed thirty-two years.
"Funny, I just couldn't get either Tracy or the remarkably twin-like girl off my mind, I tried to respond to this guy as a woman but I felt this burning anger in the very pit of my gut. It wasn't until I felt the soft cool touch of a feminine hand on my tossing head that I began to relax.
"Our eyes met and I found, much to my own amazement, that I wanted this girl whose name I didn't even know. My mouth was hanging open and so dry that I vainly tried to lick at it and wet it again.
"She moved closer and came up to my face, then it was darkness and I felt her hands caressing me. Hungrily, I opened my mouth for her. I enjoyed the delicious feeling of her soft, delicate hands petting my confused body.
"My passion-filled being was bursting as I started to caress the swollen nipple of one heaving breast with the only hand I could free. Even in my sudden daze I could hardly believe it was really taking place; yet, at the same time I was confused with myself-it was like I couldn't really make up my mind whether to be aggressive or passive or both at the same time. Maybe it was that I couldn't, at that particular moment, admit to myself the truth of what I was doing with this total stranger. These two total strangers. Nor could I admit my own lust for my daughter.
"Soon I felt the tip of the girl's tongue outlining my quivering lips, then darting between my teeth and pushing forward into my mouth. I couldn't seem to help the soft whimpering noises that rumbled up from the pit of my belly as I let the girl get all the way on top of me, quite probably displacing a very disgruntled and pridefully wounded male animal, so that her body was covering mine. Her tongue probed into my mouth, giving me a different kind of sexual thrill than I'd ever felt before.
"The party ended peacefully despite the regular number of fights and disagreements, spilled drinks, and most--likely huge hangovers.
"I was putting Tracy to bed when I felt the still unfamiliar pangs, fond memory of the still strange girl at the party and a churning that began in my cunt and seemed to abruptly end in my throat.
"I'd taken her to the bathroom and propped her up against the door while I fixed a proper douche. She was totally smashed, 'Out of it,' as the kids say. I gently patted her dry and marched her off to my bedroom and the king-sized bed where she'd been sleeping of late.
"She was pretty groggy and the liquor she'd drunk just reeked. I tossed her innocently naked body down and tucked her in.
"When I got to bed and crawled in she was strangely awake. "Will you hold me again tonight, mother?' she slurred. 'I'd like it if you did.'
"We've never been a very physical family. It's only-well, it's only been the last couple of years that I've had these wild cravings for Tracy. It's only now that I need to hold her. Once I even had an orgasm while hugging her to my breast.
"After my husband left I satisfied myself by saying that I only lived for Tracy. When she was ten I got back into the 'over-indulge syndrome' and I threw crazy parties almost every night. I never knew who I was balling, I just knew that there was always a cock in my cunt.
"When Tracy was thirteen I found out that she was hanging around with some wild kids and smoking pot. I tried to talk her out of it but that tack didn't work at all. When she caught me half soused and with a young guy's rod up my steaming puss, we talked. It was woman to woman then and has been since.
"Just six months ago she started joining in on the parties. I had her fitted for a diaphragm and she also uses the jelly so I don't think I have any worries. Was it that I figured she was going to do it anyway so why not do it at home or was it that I wanted her body even then?
"I stretched out my arm and she nuzzled in it contentedly. Pretty soon I found my other hand straying to her chest and the soft mound of her milk-white belly. I had my legs spread wide open so that any little movement of the bed gave me a little tingly shiver. My fingers were actually shaking as I traced fine lines and designs on Tracy's skin.
"Her hip butted up against mine, then she turned toward me and I felt her thigh pressing itself up into my pussy. I didn't know whether she was asleep or awake. I pushed her back so she lay flat out but as I went to turn away and roll over as I usually did I got an uncontrollable desire to kiss her. Not the usual peck-on-the-cheek kind of kiss-the real kiss, the mouth-to-mouth caress of burning and uncontrollable desire.
"Using the tip of my tongue, I touched her lips gently and outlined them to the finest detail one can discern in total blackness. The whimpering sounds that had gurgled out when I was involved with the girl at the party returned and I found myself actually panting as I groped around Tracy's face.
"I returned to her lips cautiously. I didn't know what my frustrated wants would do to me.
It was quite a shock, though, to find Tracy receptive.
"Her mouth parted quickly and just as I was about to turn away and shudder myself to a fitful sleep, I felt her hand gently easing my face down on her own. Her tongue probed into my mouth only to be pushed away by my own more eager one.
"My hand slipped between Tracy's body and mine, then down and between her thighs. I turned my hand sideways and rubbed the entire length of her pussy slit with the side of my thumb while, at the same time, I ground her body just gently into the mattress.
"I felt any and all control being drained out of me as I followed my animal instincts and hungrily attacked her lips so close to-my face. I wrapped my arms around her tightly-squeezing her to me, our breasts smashing together, droplets of glistening perspiration mingling as our tongues hungrily probed each other's mouth.
"Suddenly our hips started moving in exactly the same beat, rubbing briskly against each other, our two cunts trying desperately to meet like our lips were. I faintly heard Tracy groaning-or was that me?
"My body was completely electrified. Even when I stayed absolutely still except for my ragged breathing, Tracy was bumping and grinding like a wind-up toy and grabbing at me wildly. I let my hands slide all the way down her body, past her firm young hips, and then greedily clutched her at the waist as I pulled her closer.
"As if on command, I felt myself sliding down Tracy's body. I stopped to nibble briefly at the frosty, salmon-hued, virginesque nipples, then moved quickly down to her belly and the vee mound and nest that marked the beginning of her passionately violated temple of the feminine jewels. I don't know where I got the unconscious order to move because I'd never really been this way with a woman before, but I felt my fingers teasing their way toward Tracy's cunthole and slipping still further downward until they were in the warm ticking cleft of her ass cheeks and then moving toward the tight sphincter area which I knew she'd enjoy having caressed.
"I could hear my own breathing, heavy and rasping in my chest, as my heart tattooed the rhythm with a fury. Tracy moaned and lifted her tousled head. Her eyes were wide open and her mouth opened slightly as if she were getting ready to speak. She shook her head and lay back down, then wrapped her arms around the front of herself and shuddered. I got frightened.
"What if, I thought dizzily-what if she's disgusted with me-repulsed or whatever the damn word is. What will I do if she tries to destroy my reputation because of this? I was working myself into a frantic state.
" 'Stelle,' she moaned in a soft purr-like growl, 'it feels good. So good. You're freaking me out!'
"Her hips came up to meet my face and we both shuddered violently. I felt her fingers wrapping themselves in my hair and gently pulling up. 'I want you to do it!' she panted. 'Now!'
"I let out a guttural groan that seemed to boil up from the deepest pits of my belly and come out as a rumbling animal-like sound as the tip of my ravaging tongue flicked itself into Tracy's pussy for the first time. The salty wetness attacked all of my senses-at least whatever I had left of them that still wasn't dulled by the liquor and pungent smell of burning grass.
"She reared up a bit, holding herself on the balls of her smooth feet, and ground her hovering cunt into my gobbling face. I really let loose then!
"Every emotion that had been sheltered for so many years came bubbling to the surface. I held my arms away from my churning body and slid palms under her grinding ass cheeks. Holding her up as I was, I pulled myself forward a bit so that I could really use my whole mouth on her. It was then that she started mumbling. Even though the words were slurred and garbled, I could make out the gist of what she was trying to tell me.
" 'You've wanted to do this to me, haven't you ... for a long time ... such a long time? Ummmmhmmmm, aaaaaaugghhhh! I could ... could feel you breathing down there on me ... every time you thought I was asleep and it was safe. It's safe now, mother.'
"Tears cascaded down my cheeks in a sudden flood. What could I say now ... what could I do ... she knew. Did she, I wondered, panic-stricken, did she think there was something sick about what I wanted ... what I was doing to her sweet body? Could it possibly be considered sick?
"I didn't know anything anymore. I closed my eyes tightly and dreamily licked at her pussy ... . "
Thirty-two-year-old Estelle W., the mother of overly-matured 14-year-old daughter, Tracy, was chosen as narrator of this preceding excerpt. It was thought that no book aptly titled Oral Mothers would be a complete verbal pictorial of this area of human life without one case history depicting the relationship which can and does form between mother and daughter. It is still a form of incest, of course.
The afore-referred to International Institute of Sexual Research is again noted in respect to their extensive survey. Although most people, upon being questioned as to their definition of incest, would reply thinking it refers only to coitus between immediate family members, The Institute's research has found that it is these other sexual acts which are more frequently indulged.
The finding is logical as well as bearing a good clue to the truth of the paraphilia herein discussed. Logically, persons involved will indulge in a variety of other intimacies which might be part of the incestuous relationship and then draw the line when it comes to outright intercourse. This is especially true if either-of the family members is at the age where impregnation is a possibility, and a remote possibility at that.
We note the classic case of a father conducting a sexual relationship with a daughter, niece, aunt, or whomever. Oral intercourse is often the culmination, as this way everyone concerned can let themselves off the hook of their conscience by saying or thinking, "Well, we didn't really do anything, we didn't do it, so it's not that bad. We were just fooling around and got a little bit carried away."
It is here noted that although the participants of such relationships feel that by doing things short of actually engaging in coitus, they are wrong. We have already noted the definition of incest but, for the sake of argument, again quote the same authority:
"Sexual relationship between persons related within the degrees wherein marriage is forbidden by law."
Oral copulation among family members is perhaps the least publicized and more common form of incest. Thumbing through criminal and medical files one can find many instances of a girl child fellating her father, brother, uncles, etc. According to these same records, cunnilingus is not too often performed by the younger males. In most instances, authorities note, where cunnilingus is being performed on an incestuous basis, it was done by an older manthe father, older cousin, grandfather, or uncle. We note, for the sake of clarification, the presence of lesbian-oriented incest as drawn upon within this chapter.
We take this opportunity to discuss the matter of cunnilingus. As has already been voiced by numerous authorities, cunnilingus and fellatio do no harm as long as they are an integral part of pre-coital love play (heterosexually speaking). These authorities note that once the act of intercourse is eliminated, a sexual roadblock is erected and then it is not considered "normal."
What, however, is the standard for normalcy? We each of us see our own variations on love-making as the norm. Who is this judge of normalcy? Where is his or her set of technical standards by which this normalcy can be determined and, if necessary, steered?
Religion comes into play quite strongly in this area. Laws are based on it, perhaps, though not--likely, unwittingly. All of the major Christian faiths vociferously condemn the practices of sodomy, cunnilingus, and fellatio as being immoral as well as unnatural. As a result, most every state has legalized this condemnation in its laws. As we may have often heard, these laws are often cruel as well since they not only apply to unwed adults, but also to those sanctioned by the institute of marriage.
The following random sampling of state laws is typical of the injustice and infringement of marital rights. We must, therefore, ask the all-important question: "By what right, spiritual or earthly, do our lawmakers have the awesome power to decide what is unnatural in sexual relations between consenting adults?"
Note the laws:
ALASKA-A person who commits sodomy, or the crime against nature, or has unnatural copulation by means of the mouth, or otherwise, either with a beast or human being, upon conviction, is punishable by imprisonment in the penitentiary for not less than one year or more than ten years.
CALIFORNIA-Any person participating in an act of copulating the mouth of one person with the sexual organ of another is punishable by imprisonment in the state prison for not exceeding fifteen years, or by imprisonment in the county jail not to exceed one year.
DELAWARE-Whoever commits the crime against nature is guilty of a felony, and shall be fined not more than $I,000, and imprisoned not more than three years.
NEW HAMPSHIRE-Whoever commits any unnatural and lascivious act with another person shall be imprisoned not more than five years, or fined not more than one thousand dollars, or both.
Penalties listed above are unbelievably mild when compared to some of the stricter laws in still other of our states.
Lesbian-orientation is and has been a rather befogged area of life. Very little is noted about such incidence. Some authorities claim that this does not exist; mothers (and other females) involved are hesitant to speak for fear not only of the brand and lifetime stigma still attached to "lesbian, lezzie, etc." but also of the fear of the word itself: INCEST.
Female relationships have doubtful, if any, bases in medical files. It is usually revealed, if ever, when the female involved is on the verge of mental collapse due to such a relationship.
Why, we asked, is this field not explored? Do people hide under "blankets" and say it does not exist? Perhaps the history noted within this chapter is unrealistic in its uniquely different life-style, but can we then say it is not and cannot be so?
"I spread her shivering ass cheeks apart and wiggled my tongue all the way back until the tip rested on the little puckered spot of her ass-hole. I squirmed it through the opening, not much, just enough to feel the tightness and contracting of that part of Tracy's being. She reared up more.
"The nightlight seemed to be aimed at her pussy. I tilted my head to one side and watched it while I nibbled on her thigh. The coral slit with the little pea-shaped clit was glistening with a combination of my spit and her Bartholin fluids. Testily, I stuck my tongue out just a little bit and licked around the small dark opening of her pussy.
"I guess I hit pretty close to the right spot immediately because she shuddered violently and moaned something that sounded like 'Ummmmm-hmmmmm.' I didn't know if she was really awake or if she was in some kind of a trance-like state brought on by the combination of liquor, pot, and a lot of fucking. What's more, I didn't care at this point where Tracy was-mentally, at least.
"I stuck my tongue out a little bit more and licked around her fleshy hole and into the ridges of the puffy pussy lips. My tongue, except for the very tip, felt cold and dry; the tip of it felt slopping wet and on fire. I pulled it back to try to get it all wet.
"Gradually I wiggled my tongue in the surprisingly small hole of her cunt. I say 'surprisingly small' because I have a list somewhere of all the guys she's been balling with and I can't believe that she wouldn't have been really stretched out from all the action.
"Her hole was hot and salty. I breathed into it. Her hips started moving in small, tight circles over the bed and grinding forward until it was smashing in my face. My tongue was going wild-faster and faster.
"I took the erect pea-like clit gently between my teeth and easily rubbed it back and forth, all the time rubbing my own snatch into nothing but a cool sheet. Trembling and sweating, I squirmed a hand under my body and held my stomach. Slower now with my tongue I heard my own ragged breathing echoing in my jumbled head. My hand moved lower slowly, fingers pushing about at the far edge of my bush-slower and further, finger resting on my own clit-slower. Then I bit her!
"My teeth gnashed together just at the moment that my finger started manipulating my own clitoris. I heard Tracy grunt loudly. 'Damn, Stelle! Not so hard ... please, baby. Do it for me ... ! '
"My mouth opened wide and I sucked her cunt into my mouth as far as I could. I felt my lips on the slick, hot expanse of Tracy's cunt and I wanted to scream.
"I didn't hear the door creak open nor did I catch the distinct sound of loose floorboards with weight being stealthily applied. The next sound I caught was a whirring kind of like the whirring of a vibrator. It sounded like the dil-do-like thing we'd used for several of my guests at tonight's party. Still sucking on Tracy's cunt I shook my head angrily and had a mind talk with myself. Don't be silly, Estelle. Dammit, now you're hearing things!
"I felt a cool, hard object being pressed against my ass-hole, then moving slowly toward the front and almost colliding with my slowly diddling fingers. I jerked my hand away and went back to holding Tracy's ripe thighs open. The whirring sound started again and this time I was almost sure that I wasn't imagining a goddamn thing!
"Normally I would have been scared. This time I wasn't. I was well aware of the fact that I occasionally found missing bodies around the house the day after a big shindig. These were people who'd passed out in some corner or another and, in my careless check around before going to bed, I'd never found them. No one, however-not one of those drunken orgiasts that I usually fuck around with-had ever dared to actually take the liberty of snooping around the house after I'd gone to bed! Oh sure, sometimes they'd wake up and raid the frig-but my bedroom was a damn sight away from the refrigerator. I might add that it was my inner sanctum and when I say no more fucking, buddy, it's no more fucking for the night!
"The cool object pressed harder-then the damn whirring started up again. It was the same sound! My ears perked up. Rather than be angry, I was actually excited by the prospect of being screwed now. I didn't care who or what it was. Anything would have to be better than my hand!
"I flagged my ass at whatever was behind me. My knees dug into the mattress and I heard another creaking, this time as if some weight were being applied to the very edge of the bed. Tracy's hands guided my head from one side to the other, then fought to stay on top when I took over at a blood-boiling pace. The short little hairs all over my body stood up and bristled as I started twisting and squirming around and sucked the electrified dildo into my cunt.
"Insane chills raced from the tips of my toes to my brain and back again. I could feel my perspiration beginning to trickle across and down my forehead and belly as Tracy's pussy butted up against my face. My jaws were aching-they felt like they were threatening to lock on me just any minute. I arched my back and humped still harder-and harder-like a maniacal cat in heat....
"My fingertips could just see every ripple as Tracy's ass cheeks twitched on them, ticking convulsively every time I touched her clit with the tip of my yearning, weaseling tongue.
"The cool air teasingly caressed my cunt and ass, chilling the wetness that was now really streaming out of there and running down my shivering legs. Even my tongue tingled with a new fire and life and I pulled it away from Tracy's cunt-but she reached for it and recaptured the prize.
"My sensitive flesh was straining to stay on her clit forever and, on the other end, to keep the wild cock tunneling forever in and out like a spear of wild lightning.
"My tongue got still wilder, burrowing into Tracy's hole and taking long squiggly swipes at her slick slit. I felt arms circling my waist, a body behind me, and a silence except for the harsh masculine breathing behind my heaving body.
"I shook my head violently, desperately wanting to ask what the hell was going on, but Tracy's thighs clamped my head tightly between them, hardly allowing me any decent breathing room. like an accordion, she squeezed and opened her legs while she bucked up against me, rocking on the balls of her feet.
"Whoever it was behind me, he (for now I knew damn well that it was a he-no damn body except a he's got a thing dangling between his legs) pressed in closer until I could almost feel every sweaty hair caressing my body. Rather than pull away, I ground my ass back HARD!
"Ummmmm, I felt no paunch! That meant he was a young one-pretty young when I remember that so many of tonight's guests were the stereotyped Smiths and Joneses that everybody and his mother knew. I wiggled my ass against the part where I felt a stomach should be like a woman's cunt-well kept up and tight!
"I moaned for the benefit of my two partners and roughly pushed Tracy's legs wide open. She almost lost her balance but I held her until it was alright. Just then I spotted a crumpled pillow. Damn! Why hadn't I done that already? That's what guys do when they fuck a broad on the bed, don't they? They put a pillow under the chick to keep her ass right up there!
"I fumbled around awkwardly until my fingertips locked in on the soft and elusive rectangle commonly called a pillow. I started to clumsily bunch it up and start cramming it under Tracy's jiggling ass-and then I got a little help.
"I could see the dark hand in the nightlight. It was glistening and BLACK. My mind clicked. There was only one black stud in attendance at the last and latest shindig. I felt my mouth start to water the instant I pictured him. Click! Oooohhh, holy shit!
"From what I could hazily remember about last night, I caught that his name was Josh something-or-other. He was twenty-one (just barely, I anxiously recalled) and a human body serviceman. That's what he'd said, wasn't it? For clarification here, a 'human body serviceman' is a male whore. From what I'd already heard, Josh was a damn good one at that!
"I felt his hands caressing under my tits and I squeezed my elbows to my body and crushed his fingers under them. I briefly tore myself away from Tracy's delectable pussy to hoarsely whisper, 'Fuck me, baby, whoever you are!' and flag my ass against him invitingly.
"I felt a deep booming in my ear. Even though he (and now I was certain it was Josh) was whispering, it was a rich, melodic voice with just the faintest touch of his Jamaican accent. 'I'm gonna teach you another part of real good lovin', Mrs. W. I know you'll enjoy it!'
"I felt him backing away from me and the lower part of my body tried to follow. He spread my legs far apart and I felt the side of his hand wetting itself against my oozing cunt lips. A rumble erupted into a moaning cry as I twitched against the friction-producing, mind-blowing hand.
"He put his arms around me again and our sweaty bodies glued together. His fingers explored my belly and then reached up to pinch and tweak my nipples. Even though he was a bit rough, I must admit that it felt better than I'd ever before imagined. That's quite a mouthful since I've balled with most every guy I know. The same goes for my little girl.
"Tracy let out a loud WHOOSH! and fell back flat on the bed. She was groaning and loudly gasping for breath. I helped her hoist her rubbery legs up on my shoulders as I held her buttocks up on the palms of my hands.
"She screamed-actually you might even have called it a howl like an animal in pain. But, oh what a delicious pain!
"Stelle ... Ma! I'm ... I'm comin' to you, ma! Suck the juicy come right out of that crack, ma ... baby, baby, babyeeee!! '
"I heard Josh snicker. 'She's not even begun the evening,' he whispered raggedly. 'I haven't done nothin' just yet!'
"The words sounded like they were floating off a cloud somewhere far away from me. I heard them clearly-at least I think I did-but they weren't there. They were someplace else. The only thing there was Tracy's pussy-oh, and the black cock still poking gently but not yet entering my cunt, or ass-hole-whichever it wanted to do first.
"Hungrily, my ass attacked the hardness of his bulging cock and screwed itself down on its rigidity. I opened my mouth wide and found it covering the whole of Tracy's cunt at the same time that I felt Josh's fingers spreading my cheeks wide open and spearing me with his black super hard prick.
"The whirring noise was gone. I was just wondering where the dildo was when I heard a muffled thud at the, side of my head. It was too dark, I couldn't see but I thought Josh had tossed it there, for Tracy's convenience. She'd use it too-I knew that!
"I felt my little girl's come dribbling down my chin and I vainly lapped at it, trying to save all of that precious fluid. I only hoped that I'd have much, much more.
"Tracy seemed to buckle and deflate just then. Another WHOOSH!-then she pulled her legs up and threw them wide open, off to one side.
"Mascara was also running down my face and I imagined that I looked a sight. Teased and tangled hair forming a crown around my head, I might just as easily be taken for the Madwoman of Chaillot, or maybe the whore of the king's court! I dabbed jerkily at my chin and licked the come off my fingertips-aaaaugghhhhh!!
" 'Stay hot baby,' Josh purred softly into my burning ear, 'keep that fire goin' cause I'm gonna have me some of that sweet tail you been flagging at me!'
"'Yessssssss!' I hissed angrily through my tightly clenched teeth. 'Take it, dammit! Don't fart around anymore, just-oooooohhhh, yessss-take it!'
"I felt him wiggling his cock around my ass-hole and then up toward the front. Once, just once, he passed over the tip of my clit with his engorged prick and I thought the top of my head was going to hit the ceiling!
" 'Ohhhh, sweet Jeezussss!' I moaned. 'I want it. . . oooohh, baby, my baby, I want it so bad!'
" 'You're gonna get it, lady,' the soft, silky voice purred again. 'Every bit of eight long inches of black dick! Right up your juicy snatch! Oooohhh my! This poontang is sure gonna be good!'
"I heard Tracy giggle. 'Can I have seconds on that?' she chortled. 'Seems to me I heard it's real fine!'
" 'Sure, baby,' Josh whispered. 'You get seconds on dick while I get firsts on your tight little tantrack. Deal, sugar?'
'"It's a deal, stud!' she whispered loudly.
'But, dammit, hurry it up. I'm getting hungry!'
" 'What in Christ's sake is going on?' I demanded with a vehemence in my voice that I'd almost forgotten could be there. 'Is this a sale or an orgy?'
" 'Sssshhh,' Josh commanded while he squeezed my tit extra hard. 'We're getting there, baby. You'll get cock up your twang soon.'
"I felt his thick lips coolly brushing my back. I bucked up so that I could feel them better. His lips parted and I felt his teeth nibbling lightly. I couldn't see very much but I noticed that Tracy had positioned herself directly in front of my face. Her legs were spread wide and I saw with great excitement the matted dark bush of her hair. I could see her fingertips pulling at her cunt lips and spreading them open so I could see real well.
" 'You like it?' she asked and giggled.
"I licked at my parched lips and shook my head vigorously. 'Baby, dammit, you know I do!' I gasped desperately and tried to pull myself up so I could kiss that glistening area of such blissful sex.
" 'Uh-uh,' she motioned with her hand out in front of her. 'You just watch now!'
"I saw her fingers coil around something in the shadows. When she brought it back between her legs I noticed the vibrator. With the other hand she fumbled around for something or another in the nightstand drawer. It slid open, then slammed shut. She moved her hands into total darkness and I heard strange noises. I was curious-what could she be doing that sounded so weird. It was like something was being pushed in, some kind of elastic, I guessed.
"When she brought her hands back to her crotch I could see that she did have the dildo but a new addition-she'd put a French tickler on the end of it.
"'Wanna watch?' she moaned. 'I've tried it before. It's really far out! I've also used it on a couple of chicks I know. They dig it ... ummmm-hmmm.'
"WHIRRRRRRR...." My eyes were glued to her pussy. The light did funny things, it seemed. I could see exactly where the dildo was hitting her slit and it looked as if her clitoris was just dancing around with joy. It was really freaky!
" 'Ready, baby?' the deep mysterious voice asked. 'I am even if you're not!'
"I'd gotten so entranced with what Tracy was doing to her own pussy that my body had been still. I don't know if Josh was feeling me or not 'cause I can't remember that. 'Huh? Oh. Ummm-hmmm, ready, lover.'
"I felt a kind of gentle push, then another a little bit harder. If there's one thing I've rarely been able to enjoy it's being fucked in the ass. Somehow I always think of a too big champagne cork being pushed into a too small bottle neck and I get the goddamnest urge to giggle and burst a gut laughing. It seems funny. . . !
"Maybe it was his style-or maybe, then again, I wasn't reacting the way he thought I should at the great and glorious prospect of having eight-plus inches of cock shoved into my ass-hole. Anyway-he shoved! Baby-I mean he really shoved!
"I felt like a giant sausage getting filled! Whooo! Auuieee! I mean, oh hell, I've been balled by a black dude before but this one made me feel like I've been playing with soda straws! Whoooeeeeeeii!!
"He was grabbing at my hips and digging his fingernails in real hard. They, his nails I mean, felt like little electric wires being stabbed into me. I felt him drive his meat home-in fact, I didn't know if he'd ever stop pushing it in!
"I was fascinated by the action going on in front of me too. Tracy was really getting carried away with the vibrator. Funny thing, would you believe, I got jealous? I got green just watching her poke that whirring and buzzing thing in and out of her sweet gash and not letting me do it with my tongue!
"Josh was pulling me backward and I struggled with him until I'd shaken him off. He was swearing up a storm but I crawled up my baby's legs and laid my head on her thigh. The light was just right-I could see everything.
"I craned my head up until it felt like it would be doubled over forever. I could see her face. It was all contorted like she was in some kind of pain but I occasionally saw her make a good try for a smile. It came out as a grimace with tightly clenched teeth. I would have thought that she was in some sort of pain just by looking at her and seeing the thin tears sliding down her rosy cheeks. My little rosebud,. I thought, how I love you!
"I guess Josh figured that I wouldn't play ball unless I did it my way. Instead of trying vainly to force me to go backwards to him, he figured it would be best for everyone concerned if he came up to meet me.
"Again I felt his cock sliding up to my ass-hole and aiming to push in. This time I had no urge to giggle or even to think of laughing. It felt real good, just like he said. I nibbled on Tracy's thigh and raised my ass still higher. 'C'mon, honey,' I cooed. 'Let this mama see what all you got there!'
"Everything blacked out. Cannons and gongs exploded my head to bits of sensual shrapnel flying all over the room. The only difference with this shrapnel was that nobody wanted to duck from it. I had my eyes tightly closed and all of a sudden I could not only see stars but stripes and weird floating shapes as if I were going on some kind of a double freaky high. Tracy had often told me about those kind of highs. 'Trips' the kids call them nowadays.
"My teeth clamped around some meaty flesh and I bit down. I heard Tracy cry out but she didn't try to shake me off or anything like that so I figured that she was having herself a good time too.
"Almost angrily now I felt Josh pull me up by the waist. I guess my legs were beginning to fold up under me and he just wanted to make sure that I'd really stay on the receiving end-and like it!
"I liked it, baby, oh how I liked it! It was unbelievable. I could smell Tracy's cunt-the cherry douche really did smell good-and the whirring machine was just a fraction away from my nose. I could also feel the slow and easy entry and then the WHAM! as Josh barreled his cannon all the way up to my violently churning gut. I'll bet he would have gone further in if only he could have-hmmm....
"My ass was moving in a speeded-up version of a hard core honky-tonk belly dancer and titty twirler. I bet I could have ground up the hardest rock with the action I had going there! You know something? I could still feel the goddamnd-est tension in my gut three or four days after all this. That's what I would call a real he-man style fuck!
"One time I think I jerked myself too damn hard. His cock, tight as it was up there in my sucking ass-hole, just up and plopped out! Would you believe, just a PLOP and you're empty? That's a real shit!
"I heard Josh cursing again and I felt his knuckles bumping up against my ass as he tried to soothe his wounded spear, the male war machine. Oh, what a lovely war! Even though I heard him grumbling I didn't stop twisting and jerking around. I figured if he wanted pussy that bad he could work at finding it!
"I pulled myself up still more. Tracy was really out of it. It sounded like she was humming to herself but I couldn't really tell. With all the noises going on in my head I couldn't really tell or hear much of anything worth a darn. My nose was poking against the side of her cunt crack and I almost got hit with the damn vibrator a couple of times. I was just fascinated about how she really loved that weird looking thing that looked even crazier with a French tickler on the end.
"She must have known I was there. Her hand came up and tenderly laid on the top of my head. She pulled some of the hair away from my eyes so that I could see better and kind of patted it gently. Then she pulled me closer and moved the vibrating hand to the side. I heard a little thump as she dropped the vibrator and put both her trembling hands to rest on top of my now bobbing head.
" 'Baby ... oh my baby ... what do you need ... what do you want. . . what can I give you?' I whimpered in my crazed and uncontrollable passion. I was jabbering senselessly and the only real note I heard was when Tracy answered in her usual soft but now erotically hoarsened voice. 'Suck me, mama ... that's all I want!'
"And I sucked her! Oh Jeezus! I attacked that pussy with a vengeance unleashed. There were no holds barred and nothing could or would be allowed to stop me and the insatiable madness driving determinedly through my bloodstream!
"It's a good thing that Josh held on as he did and just kept right on pumping or he would have had to jerk himself off I'm sure. At any rate, he was a very frustrated young man the next morning. It didn't take too much to patch things up, just a little three-way action right on the stairwell leading down to the den. Hey, I've never tried it that way, have you? It's unique but you don't remember the jabbing bumps too much. At least I didn't.
"Tracy and I had several very, very private sessions too. They weren't nearly as freaky and they were much, much more satisfying than any other thing I've experienced in my lifetime.
"I remember once I was washing her back as she bathed. It began rather innocuously and we merrily giggled and discussed the characteristics and good points of each of our many lovers. We started talking about Josh. He'd lived with us for about a month after his most pleasant intrusion on our private life. We left for Europe and he conveniently disappeared.
"Anyway, Tracy started describing his cock in vivid detail, elaborating on every hair, every wrinkle-everything he had in his bag of gems as we say. I noticed excitedly that her face had become a bit livid and she was breathing rather harshly so I rubbed slower and wended my way around to her chest and the firm young breasts that titillate my very fingertips at the touch.
"She yelped and held my hand down on her tit. Slowly she moved it circularly until I was on my own and freely massaging her. My hand dipped into the hot water and swam around until it reached the cove between her widespread legs. It snuggled in and extended a 'feeler' to locate the exact spot.
"Tracy leaned back and lifted one firm leg out of the still steaming water. 'You know something, mother? I think I want you.' I went to answer, to say that she didn't have to do anything to repay me, so to speak, but she shushed me up. 'No really, Stelle, I want to. I really do ... and I want to feel your body on the bottom, to touch every hair of your pussy with my lips.'
"Her voice was quaking and I was afraid she might cry. I don't know why anybody would even think of crying at a time like this but that is what it sounded like to me-her mother now.
"I lay my hand on top of her head and rubbed the palm in slowly. Her hand slithered up and out of the water, dried itself on my bathrobe and, without flinching, quickly unzipped me all the way to the waist.
"My ripe breasts fell out of the opening and she pulled at the hem of the robe to bring me closer to her face as she took in the fullness and maturity I'd preserved so well, and then her head came forward, vibrant and shimmering hair spilling all over, and ovaled her mouth for its entry.
"I held my teat for her while I held her close with the other arm. She moaned-Mmmmmmmmmrrrrrrmmmmmm-and opened her mouth still wider so that her tongue could get the fullest benefit. I slid out of the robe and knelt naked at the side of the enamel and gold filigree bathtub, a servant to my daughter's love.
"like a fish seeking spawning room, Tracy's body spilled out of the tub and onto the deep fuck carpeting. The auburn of her hair was haloed by the gold of the rug.
"She got me on my back and held me down even as I struggled for top position. It was a beautiful and most fulfilling scene.
"Two weeks later she was gone. I only had the note on the bureau which read: 'Stelle, I think I love you too much. I've got to split. Too much love like this can hurt. Peace. Tracy....'
"After she left there was nothing. That's why I'm talking to you-you're something...."
CHAPTER FOUR Peeping Mom
"The Captain Midnight magazine lay on the tile bathroom, carelessly dropped there by Eddie. His trousers and drawers were in a heap at his feet, a puddle held partially up by the force of his widespread ankles.
"Eddie's eyes were squeezed tightly shut and he was huffing like a person who'd been running a long distance. I'd been out in the hallway, dusting up, when I heard the loud breathing. I rushed to the bathroom door thinking that something was wrong. The door wasn't completely shut so I lightly pushed it part open with my toe.
"I looked down into my lap. The creamy fluids started gushing out of my pussy like there was no tomorrow. My little ten-year-old Eddie was sitting on the John and beating his poor reddened and raw-looking pecker to death!
"I wanted at once to stop him and to bet him go on and on and on. I reached out for the molding to steady myself and I grit my teeth to quiet my jumping nerves. When I'd regained my balance I tiptoed down the hall and to the first landing.
" 'Eddie!' I called in a quavering and whining voice, 'Lunch'll be ready in a few minutes! Go wash up and come and get it!'
"I ran into the den as fast as my feet could carry me and plopped down in an overstuffed easy chair in front of the fireplace. The chair had a high back, blocking all view, and so it was always my favorite.
"Frantically I pulled my housedress up to my waist and spread my legs. I jammed my whole fist up in there in my desperation. The large beads of perspiration were bursting all over my face and pouring down in rain-like profusion. Oh, God, oh merciful god! I can't stand it! I must ... oh I need to ... yes, I'll go again today, I quickly decided.
"My fingers were clawing at my insides and tearing at the fleshy folds of my vaginal lips. I stretched out and raised my hips. Oh ... ohhhhhh ... oooohhh ... aaaugh ... ummm. I felt all of the snapping and popping and sizzling inside my five foot three, one-hundred-five pound body. The room around me started spinning and I drove my fist in deeper and still faster.
"The clatter on the stairwell brought me quickly to my senses. Just as I heard his footsteps going toward the kitchen I reached a screaming orgasm. I tried to be quiet about it but lately I could never manage that. I used to be able to bite my lip and such things but now-ever since the moment I laid eyes on Eddie's penis-I couldn't think of anything else. Except maybe ... the theater on Simpson Avenue.
"I fluffed my hair, straightened my dress, and casually sauntered out into the kitchen. Hurriedly I fixed Eddie's sandwich and other snacks, grabbed a piece of cheese and almost ran out of the room. 'Have a good time, darling,' I called pleasantly. 'See you later!'
"The matinee had its usual entertaining quality. I wasn't very interested in the picture. Stalling at the popcorn concession, my eyes immediately began to follow the young boys who flocked around. One boy, a freckle-faced carrot-top, was especially appealing.
"He looked about Eddie's age, maybe a year or two older. I was embarrassed to find his eyes undressing me, finally focusing on my belly before they moved up to linger on my bosoms.
"I'm very proud of my figure. I've kept the same firm measurements since I was nineteen. I'm also pleased to note that I get many whistles when I walk down the street in the evenings. I look young, I dress young-and I love young.
"I slyly winked at the overtly interested young man and weaved my way toward him. As I passed I noticed with much delight that he pressed close to me in the crowd and thrust his belly out so that I could feel his little bulge insinuating against my hip. I wiggled past him and went down the aisle to find my seat.
"I wasn't at all surprised when the young boy found a seat directly behind me. During the first fifteen minutes of the show I felt the toes of his shoes squeezing through the cracks in the seat and rubbing up against my ass cheeks. I was thankful for the summer weather and the flimsy dress I was wearing because I could feel him better.
"Demurely, I placed my sweater over my lap with one hand discreetly under it. After all, who would ever suspect a woman of doing something like that in public? The boy's toes got bolder.
"The theater was fairly packed but desolate near the front where I was sitting. There were no children or adults for three or four rows directly across or in front of me. I wiggled my ass toward the insinuating shoes and ground the palm of my quivering hand desperately on my crotch. Oooohh, I needed someone!!
"Even over the din I could hear the boy's hoarse whispers. 'Do you ... ummmm ... would you like some popcorn, lady?' he shakily asked.
" 'Yes, dear. I think I'd love some.' I answered, craning my head around so I could see him. He was the only one in that row also, I noticed gladly. 'Why don't you come up here and keep me company?'
" 'Yes'm,' was the gasped reply.
"For a minute there I thought I'd frightened him and he would run away. I was wrong. It looked as if he'd climb right over the seat but he didn't. He walked to the end and then back to me where he noisily WHOOSHED as he sat down. I glanced quickly into his crotch and was extremely delighted to find that the small bulge had hardened quite a bit.
"I switched hands under the sweater and now had my right hand free for the boy. We sat still for what seemed like an eternity and I felt the familiar desperate churnings in the pit of my stomach. I didn't want to frighten him, you understand.
"I think this young boy was pretty wise. It didn't seem to take him too long to figure out just what my hand was doing under the sweater and I felt his hand creeping over to accompany it. He rested it on my thigh and I felt the pressure as he felt me out. Then his hand moved under the sweater.
"Anxiously, I pulled up the hem of my convenient mini dress and he entered silently except for the fairly loud gasp when he felt that I was wearing only what amounted to a scanty G-string.
"In reciprocation, I felt for his crotch and rubbed briskly on his fly. He started moaning and groaning loudly. Too loudly-and I got a bit shaky. My own breath was getting very irregular and I felt my pussy twitch in the beginning convulsions which were by now so familiar to me. I moaned softly to myself, 'Oh Eddie, my darling, darling baby!'
" 'What?' the boy whispered.
" 'Nothing, son.' I shook my head vigorously. Something was wrong. I'd never done this before, confuse a boy with my son, Eddie. I wondered what was happening to me.
" 'The movie's not too good today,' I hedged while I desperately prayed that this young boy would be as agreeable as I needed him to be.
" 'Naw. You're right.' He answered quickly and without hesitation.
"I clutched at his thigh. 'How about us going someplace else? Would you like that?'
"He squeezed my thigh harder as his answer and I knew that this boy would be fine.
"We left the humming darkened theater through a side door. There was another stairwell and a hallway that I knew was rarely used. I think I'm about the only person who has been there in years.
"Nelson was silent but grinning knowingly. He wasted no time in resuming where we'd left off but with a new boldness. He was too eager so I showed him how to stick his fingers in there slowly and take some time. Exasperated and horny to beat all hell, I sat him down on a stack of crates then, changing my mind, stood him up and pulled his pants and undershorts down. He didn't utter a word to try and stop me.
"I fell to my knees and was abruptly shocked at the splintery old boards I found myself on. I'd never noticed those before! His penis was pink and had light bluish veins already protruding along the sides. I held it gently with my thumb and forefinger and passionately licked at the sensitive underside. He shuddered and I knew it had already begun to affect him.
"You know, the underside of the male penis is the greatest source of pleasure next to the actual kissing of the mushroom-like head. I know, I've sucked on penises often enough to know exactly where all the nerve endings can be more easily reached. Right there-and the twin sacs that so beautifully bulge with the strain of repressed seed.
"My mind haunted me. Instead of seeing the carrot-colored bush of short kinky hairs, I saw the deep brown fuzz of Eddie's crotch. Instead of noticing freckles, I noticed-or at least thought I did-the bronze tan Eddie had gotten at camp the summer before. Chills raced through me in a mad hari-kari suicide run to my pussy.
"Nelson leaned back on his arms and thrust his crotch up to meet my face. I could still only see Eddie, my Eddie, my baby ... .
"My fingers were madly plunging in and out of my seething cavern and threatening to pull my insides out if there was no release. My legs were spread so wide open that I could have tottered either way at the slightest shove.
"My mouth eagerly slid down the length of the little-boy prick and gnawed at the stalky root. My nose bumped and jammed itself into the kinky nest and I tried not to breathe in because that would then tickle my nose and I might sneeze. Funny, I've always been afraid of sneezing during such a crucial time ... .
"Nelson was moaning and twitching under my rapidly bobbing head and I was trying with maddening frustration to jam my whole hand up my pussy.
"I don't know how long I spent with Nelson in that dank and cluttered theater storage room.
It was getting overcast when we walked out onto the street. I didn't offer him a ride because I was afraid he'd remember my license number and cause some trouble. Instead, I offered him five dollars which he gladly accepted and sent him on his way. I still wasn't satisfied.
"Anxiously I glanced at my watch. It was five of three and I correctly guessed that Eddie would be on schedule for the four o'clock snack. I raced home driving very carefully since my hand was discreetly hidden under the sweater and cursed that I wanted to go home so badly-there were, after all, some very attractive prospects, young ones and older teenagers, that I drooled over. I went on home anyway.
"Eddie was early. His jacket thrown over the couch and the sneakers strewn across the room were signs of that. I looked around but couldn't see him. I hurried to the den to try to satisfy my still rampaging desires. At the door I heard a now very familiar sound. Heavy breathing-and loud gasps ... .
"Sneakily and anxiously I opened the door. I didn't see Eddie right off so I figured that he'd be parked in my favorite masturbating chair. I was right. Just as I went to move in closer and surprise him, I heard a voice. Eddie was moaning but it wasn't the moan of hurting pain; it was the sound I'd heard so often from so many other boys and men.
" 'Don't bite it, Linda!' he gasped.
"I gasped too. Who in the hell was Linda? Don't bite what? I was furious and became determined to let him know that I knew what was going on in this house. I stepped forward an inch, then changed my mind. Maybe it would be better to see what was going on before I did anything that would be too rash.
"I tiptoed out of the room and crossed over to the side door of the den. This was one of the few times that I'd ever been glad that our den has two doors. It made everything that much more convenient. I wasn't much surprised when I peeked through the crack.
"There was a girl on her knees between Eddie's legs. Actually, Eddie had his feet up on her shoulders and was bearing down with what appeared to be one heck of a lot of pressure. I couldn't tell for sure, but the girl seemed to be at least fifteen, even from her rear which was very well-formed.
"Both their clothes were puddled on the floor and she wore, I excitedly noticed, sheer lace panties. I crammed a fist into my mouth to stifle the gasp of pleasure that almost escaped me. I pushed the door open just a little bit more.
"The G-string had been moved over to one side and now covered virtually nothing except maybe some goose-pimpled skin that tickled when I moved to touch it. I didn't even have to lift my dress, it was that short, and it was no trouble at all to insert two fingers while I watched the delightful love play in the den.
"The radio was still on, I noticed, but softly playing. That was good, for they would hardly hear any of my noises and if they did they'd think it was something on the radio. My hand moved much faster now as I ground my hips against the side of the doorjamb.
"The girl was inept but I guess we all are a bit awkward when we're that young. She did have a well-proportioned body, though, and that piqued my interest quite a bit. Eddie was oblivious of everything and only seemed to have enough energy to nod his tousled head and moan in spurts.
"I fucked myself so hard that I couldn't move for five minutes after. It was soooo-oo exciting to wait and string my own orgasm out until I saw that Eddie was ready too. When I saw him getting ready to come I opened my mouth wide and pretended that I had his little prick in my mouth. In fact, it even felt like I had it in there! He yelled loudly and I even heard the young girl gag as his semen sizzled a streak into her mouth and down her fast-gulping throat.
"She was good, I was proud to note. For being so young she knew better than to spit any of that precious juice out. That was some doing!
"I stayed hidden in the doorway and watched as the girl got up, kissed Eddie on the forehead and scooped her clothes up off the floor. 'See you later, Linda,' Eddie moaned hoarsely. "I'll be out for a little bit tonight. Meet ya, huh?'
"She smiled as she put her clothes on and walked out of the room. That's when I stepped in, fully composed-well, almost fully composed if you don't consider the lower half of my body-and motherly in my first impression.
"Eddie opened one eye, blushed, and took on a startled, frozen expression. He started to try and sneak past me but I pushed him back down on the chair. 'Nothing to worry about, son,' I said, 'It's good for you. The best thing a girl or a woman can ever do for the boy or man she loves is to do what Linda did for you. It cleans you and gives you a chance to share your love with someone who loves you very much.'
"His knowing blue eyes flickered in a momentary disbelief but I continued smoothly despite the fact that my body was again begging to be satisfied. I sat on the arm of the chair and conveniently straddled it. His hand was crunched up against my thigh.
" 'I love you too, Eddie,' I purred softly, 'probably more than you know. At least in more ways than you know about. What you and Linda were doing is beautiful. Don't you want to share that goodness with me too?'
"I guess Eddie was really startled now. His face blushed a brilliant crimson and he nervously bit down on his pouting lower lip. 'What's wrong, son? You know your mother would never do anything to hurt you. Mothers need lots of love, Eddie, just like little boys like you need lots of love if they're going to grow up to be beautiful and handsome men. Did you think I'd never need your love?'
"He was at ease now. I patted the hand closest to me and placed it comfortably on my burning thigh. As I did this I pushed the hem of my skirt up so that he'd rest on pure skin and not some impersonal material. I needed to feel his warmth next to me.
"I left his hand there on my quivering thigh and moved my own hand down to more interesting areas. I raised the deflated and almost sorry-looking penis between my thumb and forefinger. I pressed the pads of my fingers into the fleshy meat and squeezed it right under the tip. A thin watery fluid seeped out.
"Eddie seemed more comfortable now. Slowly I rolled his penis between my fingers, getting myself all fired up while I did so. I felt the initial bubble of my own fluids come to the opening of my cunt and burst. The dam of passion was opening....
"When I looked at Eddie from the corner of my eye, his eyes were closed and the lashes flickered and cast eerie shadows under his eyes. I could tell he was squinting just enough to catch what was going on without showing me that he was really interested. I had to do something drastic to get him going with me ... .
"I almost literally jumped up from the arm of the chair and tore all of my clothes off. There wasn't much. Naked as my son was, I moved to the same position Linda had occupied only a few moments before. It strangely seemed that that area of the carpeting was still warm. I gather that's impossible but-is anything really impossible now, in this rapid-fire go and get 'em generation?
"Eddie didn't move so I put his legs up on my shoulders the way I'd seen them on Linda's. I held the sad-looking flesh as erect as possible and applied a bit of sweet and gentle lovin'. The voice of experience, I would say. Eddie got interested pretty quickly.
"I held the deflated organ in my mouth and gently and carefully swished it around and occasionally nibbled at it lightly. I felt it grow to a fair size and the excitement seemed to ooze from its every pore.
" 'Um-hmmmm,' I cooed softly. 'Ummmm-hmmmmmmmmmm!'
"Eddie scooted forward a bit and raised himself. When I felt that his rod was as stiff as it could get, I pulled my head away and viewed the prize. Oh, and it was a prize! Indeed, a nicely formed cock and I realized happily that one day soon it would be an even greater prize ... .
"I covered the flattish head with the oval of my lips and concentrated on just sucking that part for a moment or two. I'd just begun when Eddie shuddered violently. That was my sign of approval. He liked it!
"I could feel every muscle in my face hollow and fill in rhythm as I sucked what little seepage I could get from the tiny slit at the tip of Eddie's cock. It was salty but otherwise there wasn't much body to it. That momentarily disappointed me until I dazedly realized that Eddie, was, after all, only ten years old. I mean, what do you want from a kid that age? I wanted love ... . "
Ellen B., the 29-year-old mother and narrator of this chapter, is a typical female if we consider her only in light of the fact that she seeks satisfaction in the male organ. Her son, Eddie, ten years old, is also "typical" in that all children engage in sexual experimentation at some time or another.
There are, however, a few very major differences and diversions from what is considered by the general public to be "the norm."
Ellen does find her satiation in the male organ-preferably the organ of a youth aged nine to nineteen. She can be "normal," we have also found in the course of our rather lengthy discussions. She does occasionally date men her own age and older and experiences sexual intercourse with them. Although she prefers the role of fellatrice, she mentioned that she would much rather have "regular sex" with the "older men." Fellatio to Ellen B. is a special form of giving "love." In Ellen's life it is reserved and guarded for her boys.
We have already mentioned and repeated in the foregoing chapters the incidence of pedophilia, the love of young children. We may not have yet, however, noted even the barest of facts and data, scarce as it may be, that is currently available on the subject.
John F. Trimble, Ph.D., in his book titled Pedophilia, noted that the annual report of the Federal Bureau of Investigation regarding the practice of pedophilia reveals that fifty to sixty thousand adults are arrested annually for statutory rape, violation of chastity, and other sex offenses, mainly against minors age eight to fourteen years.
Trimble continues: "These figures, however, do not tell even half the story. For every sexual offense against a minor that is reported to officials, dozens more go unreported, either because of children who actually enjoy the relationship or are afraid to report it, or parents who have no desire to become involved with the police."
We take this opportunity to note that it is most--likely that, of all the incidents of such violations being reported to authorities, upwards of seventy-five percent involve such violations being committed by adult males.
Roger Blake, for example, another well-known authority on the matter of sexology, notes the following: "In the case of a woman who wants to molest a girl, if she is at all clever about it, her fondling and caressing, her offer to fix the girl's panties, etc., may seem like nothing more than a logical gesture from an affectionate and friendly woman. The girl probably has been reared by her mother who took care of all her most personal needs, which often involves intimate contact. So even a strange woman, if she seems kindly and nice, may well fit the mother image in the child's mind. Krafft-Ebing has cited many instances where a child's nurse with these tendencies has taken liberties with a young male or female charge for years without detection."
Blake continues with a brief discussion involving the matter of female pedophilia which involves young boys as sex objects. "Their natural role in life almost precludes their ever reporting (the boy's) an incident where a woman tries to molest them sexually, particularly after a certain age. First of all, if the boy is genuinely shocked and offended, he would seldom risk the embarrassment of having to report that a woman got fresh with him. As to the more sexually matured youngster, he might well not only enjoy the situation physically, but deem it the highest kind of compliment that an older female could be interested in him in the role of a real man."
There we have the foundation for the immediately preceding and the totality of what is being presented within this text: an explanation, however bare-boned in structure, explaining the psychodynamics of the lack of data on female pedophilia.
Bumper stickers reading "Dirty Old Women Need Love Too" may not be quite as tongue-in-proverbial-cheek as they at first appear. It is true, dirty old women are not much different from dirty old men except that they are less obviously equipped. They are, however, much more sheltered in their affairs than are the well-known and often joked about dirty old men.
We note a resounding peculiarity in this case history. The woman in question, Ellen B., prefers the spectator sport rather than preliminary lovemaking. Petting or any other form of physical caress is not necessary as she enjoys viewing the action, then entering at a crucial point and rekindling the fire.
We also notice that Ellen is not the type of pedophiliac so described in previous chapters in that she doesn't appear to be frightened of the adult male organ nor of the obligations of being adult. She does, however, bring to mind a woman that is confused with a part of the emotional anatomy being somehow misplaced in time. It is as if she is trying with desperation to recapture some of that part of her childhood while at the same time openly and often blatantly admitting her adult femininity.
A great number of tomes, large and small, have recently appeared on the market which would, to all intents and purposes, be indicative of the alarming rise of female pedophilia. Perhaps we overlook a most important fact. Could it not be, as several noted authorities have already claimed, that there is no actual increase, but that owing to more liberal and fast-paced times we are quickly becoming much more aware of female pedophilia per se-not the fringe neurotic and sadistic molestation of children, but of the relatively "sane" love of boys?
An opposing contention on the selfsame subject is that female pedophilia is truly on the upswing. We here note that it would take a renewed and strengthened effort ala Kinsey report to settle the question once and for all. There are, however, very few authorities who out-rightly deny that the temper of the times in which we now live is indeed producing a more frankly sexual female.
The Sexually Responsive Woman, a Masters and Johnson volume, perhaps quite correctly noted that the female of the species may quite possibly be the "sexier of the sexes."
If this be the case, then woman, possessed by nature of a greater erotic capacity, is becoming more sexually aggressive, more straightforward and assertive in her role, becoming an 'animal' (and we use the term loosely to denote the human animal) who takes sex where and how she finds it.
Aaron J. Abelard, in his book, Older Women and Younger Boys, notes that "the psychosexual ramifications of these two factors-greater erotic capacity and sexual aggressiveness-have a distinct relationship to female pedophilia."
We continue now with the confidentially narrated (expressly for the purposes of this volume) study of Ellen B., twenty-nine-year-old mother:
"Eddie seemed so old, so terribly and frighteningly knowing, in the way he passively handled me and my rampaging ravishment of his young body.
"After he exploded his seed into my milking mouth, spewing quite a shot of watery sperm down my throat, he calmly opened his eyes and winked at me. 'You're better than Linda.' Then he smiled.
"There was no mention of the short diversion either at dinner that evening or at breakfast the following morning. Eddie seemed uncommonly reserved and aloof. I was beginning to have second thoughts while I prepared our lunch and hummed loudly to distract myself.
"The familiar burning was there again today. I wanted to tear off all of my clothes and rush out into the street begging someone to fuck me and let me suck them! Oh god! I needed some loving!
"I heard Eddie tiptoe into the kitchen. I felt his sensuously hot breath at the back of my neck and I almost screamed at him to stop before I raped him! I mean, what do you do when you feel every hair on the back of your neck bristling with excitement? What do I do? I spread my legs and open my mouth-WIDE!
"I didn't realize exactly how close he was until I leaned back. His arms came around me, tightly circling my slim waist. I felt myself being pulled back and then I got a most pleasant surprise-an electrifying jolt from Eddie's naked cock nestling between my thighs.
"I whirled around to face him and positioned the hardened shaft between my thighs again. My eager fingers raced up and down his smooth young body and caressed the moist nakedness.
" 'Just out of the shower, mom,' he bubbled. "Thought I'd come and help with lunch.'
" 'If you come at me like that, Eddie baby, you won't have a lunch right away.'
" 'Oh, that's okay. I'm not that kind of hungry anyways.'
"My legs parted on cue and I pulled him up on my belly. His little penis cozily nestled at the door of my slit. I'd played it right this afternoon, I mused happily. 'Look mom, no panties!'
" 'Why don't we make ourselves more comfy, son?' I croaked huskily. 'Your mama's been on her tired old feet all morning.'
"My heart was pounding like an atomic bomb all set to go off. I felt the countdown ticking in my crotch and knew that I had just so much time to get Eddie going before I turned into a completely uncontrollable wild woman who'd tear him to tiny shreds if at all possible.
"We hustled off to the den where Eddie became very much the big man, helping me remove my skimpy clothing. 'I do this to Linda lots of times,' he happily related. 'She's older than me, you know. She's sixteen. Linda says I'm the neatest and grooviest boy she's been with. Too bad I can't really date her. The older guys get to do all that. I just see her in the park and places like that. It's really great that you don't mind her coming over to the house every once in a while. We need each other,' he ended solemnly.
"I felt the crazed urge to giggle at his pretended adulthood. Was this, I wondered, something I'd aided, or was it all attributable to Linda? I felt a pang of jealousy at that last thought.
"We both hurried-kind of like a 'get undressed to beat the clock marathon.' It was great fun and shivers again shot through me as I eagerly anticipated our togetherness.
"I lay back on the studio bed we keep in the den for late television watching. It was more comfortable than I remembered. Wonder why I didn't do that the first time with Eddie? Anything would be better than getting hashed knees from fuck carpeting.
"He lay beside me and I surreptitiously pressed my hand against my already seething and oozing cunt lips. He lay with one arm tucked under his head, eyes half closed and head lolling to the side. My fingers literally danced over his body and I was happy to notice that my touch did affect him and made him feel good.
"I caressed him lightly, feathering all over his tautly pulled skin, until my fingers waltzed to the brown pubes wherein I playfully scratched the hairy area and teased him by tracing around the bush and his rod but not once really touching the shaft.
"Exposed to the cool air and my soft and delicate touch, Eddie's cock grew quickly and beautifully. .My hand coiled around the middle and began the slow sensuous massage to ultimate climax.
"There was the old familiar stirring in my depraved loins and I semi-rolled over-moving just enough so that I could tuck one of his cool thighs between my legs and temporarily masturbate with it. I slid down a bit and stopped when his knee was poking into my slit.
"My head swooped down and took the slightly rubbery tip of his bright, slightly cherry-colored rod into my hungry mouth. In the next few minutes I felt it stiffen even more-until it was as hard as a small lead pipe-and I licked it all the way down then back up again and down and up-and down with my whole mouth.
"Dancing fingertips caressed up and down the sleek, seemingly still swelling rod until I felt
Eddie's skin straining at the seams.
"His hardness was just a pulsating and wildly tingling sensation to my rampaging lust. I caressed my delectable male nymph and gasped at the beauty of his youthful form. Had I remembered such experimentation as a child or was I then too young to fully appreciate the simple beauty of the exquisitely formed male organ?
"I held Eddie's penis firmly between my trembling fingertips and lightly massaged it as I attended to the salty tasting head and the tiny slit-like opening at its very tip. I felt as well as tasted a small amount of initial seepage and just about went totally crazed in my encouraged passion.
"I felt Eddie's fingers gently caressing my humped-over back and moving down past my hips to the top of my ass crack. Maybe someday, I decided, I'd teach him about that kind of loving.
"I was sort of laying over Eddie sideways-you know, across his crotch. I felt him try to brush my hair away several times-I guess it tickled him. Then I got still another one of my bright ideas. The next time I made love to him I would indeed use a feather! Maybe even an entire feather duster! I thrilled at the new experiment that I had yet to conduct with anyone!
"My mind began to wander as the lust raged through me, sending deliciously exciting shivers and chills to the very tips of my pussy hairs. Could this be-could this really be true-was this my son Eddie who had always seemed so shy and ignorant of sex? He was entirely different now-a man somehow. All my visions of my naive son were gone. I almost believed that at that very moment he was the most knowing boy-no, then again I mean man-boy-I had ever known.
"I felt Eddie's heaving chest nuzzling closer to me and his hips beginning the, what I call, 'lustful grind.' My body was alive and throbbing with renewed energy. The ecstasy of that first time was nothing compared to the voltage that raced through me as I held this delectable wee animal closely by the hips. Oooohhhhh ... .
"Slowly, I lightly fanned my trembling fingers over his firm, quivering hips while he lay close-eyed, half faint as I began my steady climb toward the peak of our sensualism-my ultimate delight.
"I pulled myself away from his scouting, telescoping rod, but only slightly and slowly, allowing my hungry eyes the ravishing feast before the rape. Gluttonously, my eyes devoured him, coming nearer and nearer before I allowed my lusting tongue the pleasure of actually tasting his animalness again.
"Smoothly and in a much practiced move, my head bent and my parched lips came down and enveloped his penis down to the base. My nose jammed itself insinuatingly and familiarly in his sex-smelling bush and I nibbled, tasted, and teased unmercifully to Eddie and to myself as well, until, with a gasped series of low, drawn-out moans, I took his prick in my fingers and forced my head back up.
"While I sucked on this throbbing and fulfilling shaft, my free hand wandered unrestrained over his belly-smooth and quite firm-and his cool, cool thighs. I squeezed his flesh lightly, then rubbed against his balls and squeezed them.
"He jumped at the last move, which told me that he would enjoy such a thrill immensely. I sidled down still lower and buried my face deep in his crotch. Close-mouthed I let my tongue freely explore the range of the twin sacs all around them and underneath. As if on some unforeseen and unheard cue, my mouth opened and swallowed them. Eddie jerked spastically and moaned.
"Both our bodies began a wild thrashing and I had a difficult time in figuring whose body most needed some kind of control. I was humping the cushions but strangely felt no immediate need for something to be in my pussy. It was as if all the excitement and climb toward orgasm was being transmitted from my mouth, through my quivering belly, and to my clitoris.
"Eddie began to writhe and pant under my expert ministrations. I forcefully held his knee between my legs and occasionally found myself grinding against it with some sort of unknown fury driving me.
"I quickly became more certain and self-possessed, even as I felt that my pussy hairs were now glistening with my own trickling love juices. The perspiration began freely streaming down my hunched over back as I pried his loosely held legs still further open and caressed the soft smoothness of his inner thighs.
"My face was sopping wet. That, I knew, was a quaint mixture of my perspiration and his sweat. When I moved myself away from his belly I heard a sucking POP! as that of two moist objects being pulled apart.
"I renewed my vigorous campaign on Eddie's balls. They felt so good rolling around in my mouth. Gently gnawing on them, I swirled their weight around in my mouth and sucked in as much as I could.
"'Aaaaaauggghhhh!' he grunted loudly and I reinvigorated my steadily rising efforts, realizing that I didn't have all that much time left anymore.
"Slowly I eased a quivering hand up to the moist shaft and toyed with the sparsely-fuzzed nest he'd started there. My fingers explored him, traveling the length of the slit to the side of his penis, around, then quickly back up again. I pulled away from his brimming sacs and, with bated breath, renewed concentration on the proudly erect shaft telescoping from the fuzzy nest.
"At this point I realized that I was in desperate need of equal fulfillment. I knew I wouldn't ask Eddie to help me-he was too young, I figured sadly. Maybe in a few years. I could always go out for the evening, I hurriedly decided, and have my satisfaction elsewhere. I thought of an old flame I could telephone. He'd get a place to put his cock and I'd be quite willing-but all the time thinking of the supreme satisfaction I'd gotten from my darling, Eddie....
"Taking my time with gradually increasing tempo, I rhythmically bobbed my head up and down over Eddie's convulsing crotch. I felt his hand heavily rest on top of my head, eagerly and excitedly pushing down so that he forced me to take all of it in one swallow, as we might say. I gagged slightly at the unexpected fullness of my mouth but continued the sucking.
"My own electrified fingers hungrily clawed at him now in their desperation. I somehow wanted to convey to him that he shouldn't come-not just yet. I wanted to ask him to please let it go on just a little bit longer. I wanted to say something ... .
"He shuddered quite violently for several minutes, almost shaking me off him completely as I held on with my teeth, and I felt the watery stream jet toward the back of my head. Just as his organ was deflating-why must it go down so quickly:-I felt my clitoris becoming harder and much more demanding than it had been throughout our session. Reluctantly, I let Eddie's rod loudly PLOP! out of my mouth but I remained nuzzled over his still heaving crotch ... .
"Desperately and like a mad woman in a wild dream I tore at his hand and pulled it between my legs. My thighs were wet with secretions that had been pouring for at least half an hour. I held his wrist tightly while I frantically and desperately rubbed the side of his hand against the length of the slit.
"I didn't even hear Eddie yelling at me. My eyes felt like they were rolling away-rolling somewhere in the befuddled and crazed back of my spinning and exploding head. I became aware of his loud questions when I felt something shaking the hand I was using to direct Eddie's at my slit.
"'Ma!' he yelled hoarsely, 'Slow down! What're you trying to do, tear my hand off or something? Just tell me what you need, I'll do it ... I'll do it for you, ma! Just talk to me ... say something!'
"I desperately croaked out the words from the other planet I was floating on. 'Your hand, Eddie! I want you to ... please use your hand on me!' Then, on second thought, 'You know how, don't you? Tell me, Eddie ... you know how, don't you?'
"He jerked my hand away, flattened me out on the studio bed and lay next to me on my right. With a maddening slowness and deliberation he fumbled for and finally, after an exasperating and agonizing few moments, found my clitoris. I almost screamed chillingly with the sudden and pretty much unexpected exultation.
"He was by no means an expert finger-fucker but, with my expert guidance and hoarsely groaned direction, he did pretty damn well. I don't know of too many men even who really know how to digitally stimulate and satisfy a woman-almost any woman for that matter.
"I held my quivering hand over his and guided it until that mind-shattering moment when I let out a soul-chilling shriek and extended wail. It didn't upset Eddie at all that I was so noisy about my sex. I think he was finally beginning to understand his mother.
"Linda came over in the afternoon. Eddie swaggered boldly into the kitchen, sneaked a free feel under my short skirt, poured two glasses of soda pop and swaggered off into the den. Within moments I followed in the same general direction, veering only slightly, allowing myself time to remove my panties, and tiptoed up to the friendly open door.
"He was becoming a young master at female manipulation. He'd maneuvered her in such a way that she was facing away from me for the most part and a chair was conveniently placed by the door, for me I supposed. I sank down into it and watched the youthful and sometimes fumbling attempts. Eddie and Linda undressed quickly-too quickly, I might add, for the proper stimulation to be afforded-and this time he led her to the studio couch.
"I made myself comfortable, swallowed the stiff drink I'd knowingly made without the luxury of clinking ice cubes, and proceeded with the self-stimulation I needed to quiet my yowling nerves.
"Linda was invited by Eddie to stay overnight. He was even considerate enough to suggest that we sleep in the same room but I politely and discreetly informed him that I didn't think Linda would do much good for our respective reputations and, if he wanted to be with me, he could come and visit in the middle of the night. I knew he'd most--likely be awake anyway. This Linda looked like a very lusty animal ... .
"While she showered, Eddie and I met in the den. We closed both doors and barricaded them with chairs because we didn't want any unexpected interruptions. It all excited Eddie-as if it were some kind of mystery game and we were being secretive about a new find or something equally as comic-book-mysterious.
"He sat in the armchair as he had that first time I'd kissed him and I took my place at his feet. He looked so strange in that huge chair-a child playing a worldly man's role.
"He'd stiffened himself up while I finished my drink and by the time I got to him we were both climbing the walls....
"I noticed with some satisfaction that my son by now had become a sort of obsession with me. I had to have him at least twice a day or I became as irritable as a frustrated spinster. My glazed eyes focused on his crotch for a brief, shuddering moment before I voraciously attacked it with my lips and teeth.
"Preliminaries were no longer particularly necessary, nor very useful. We teased each other so much that any excessive amount of foreplay became a needling and additional frustration that I especially could no longer stand.
"I held his erection between my fingers and nibbled along the sensitive underside of his rod. The glans, I happily noticed, seemed to have grown larger. Maybe it was only from the additional tender and loving exercise he'd been giving it of late.
"I held his cock up and away from my searching mouth as I drove still deeper, anxiously moving toward the musky and familiar sacs of seed. I nibbled at those, too, and as far back on his crack as I could without almost pulling him completely off the chair.
"As was now our custom, he raised his lightweight legs and placed them on my shoulder blades, taking great care so as not to bear down too heavily. I slid my hands under his buttocks and caressed the smooth, firm globes that I'd learned to love so well.
"He rocked his hips steadily back and forth, no more with the jerking and unsure motions of the day before, and I enjoyed wholeheartedly the delicious sensations of a stiff cock sliding in and out of my eagerly milking and almost always insatiably hungering mouth.
"Abruptly, I pulled away from his groin and croaked, 'Ooooohhhh, my Eddie, I love you!'
"Personally, I think children need to be taught the art of lovemaking. What better person to do the teaching than one who really and truly cares?"
CHAPTER FIVE Home-Made Gigolo
"Allen is seventeen. We've loved each other for over three years. I wouldn't have another lover even if someone gave one to me as a gift ... .
"We didn't used to actually fuck at first, but now it's become so natural to all three of us-myself, Allen and Tricia, his step-sister-that we do everything. They're older now and can truly enjoy a 'round-the-world tour every once in a while.
"I remember how I longingly stared at his rather thin ascetic face that first time he actually fucked me. I still see him between my legs, spreading them easily with the outside of his knees as he crouches in adoring and loving worship of my sex-my clean-shaven, cock-devouring, sucking, clutching cunt!
"A ll e n's magnificent tool telescoped out from the beautiful black and curly nest of his crotch. I could make out the droplets of salty sweat on his face, beads which blended magnificently to create a shiny mirror-like surface off which the dim, constantly moving lights in the room reflected like a wide open treasure chest. His wind-burned skier's tan glowed even more in the shimmering lights I used to set moods.
"Allen, to me, has the poise and grace of an astoundingly beautiful animal which can never truly be captured. His male organ was striking-still is.
"I felt his erection wildly throbbing at the door of my well-serviced sex temple. The indented puddles at my feet and elbows seemed to groan loudly as I pushed down to raise myself up to meet his thrusting hips.
"Inching toward him until the hardened and pulsating meat was just barely at my hole, I desperately tried to grab at his thighs and pull him to me. Eventually, as always, I got my own way and slammed up into him, burying his cock to the hilt in the hairlessly fringed cavern of female cunt-seething and boiling cunt.
"Allen's inflamed cylinder was throbbing in me and yet I felt a need-no, a desperate passion-to taste him. It's not a fear-it's just that ... well, I'm particularly and perhaps even peculiarly hung on gobbling cock. Not any cock, mind you! Only my stepson, Allen, and a very elite few choice friends get the honor.
"Whenever and wherever I get that mad urge to eat Allen, I do. He used to mind when I abruptly pushed him off me and attacked him with lips, teeth, and tongue going at full speed but he doesn't mind anymore.
"My eyelids, usually puffed after fifteen minutes of orgiastic sex with Allen, spring open, the hazel eyes wandering aimlessly and sometimes rolling far back into my head. The heavy lids shortly clang shut and I madly toss my head from side to side, painlessly butting against the down-filled pillow as I tear at Allen's young body, pulling him up on my chest.
"Since he was already in his early teens when I began to train him, it was not difficult to get him expert at some primary variations. I myself prefer intermammae oral sex. I love to feel his rock-hardness sliding back and forth between my tits, just teasing my depraved tongue. Somehow that drives me wilder than any other thing a male could do to me.
"His rod would grow even stiffer when he was riding me as if it, too, was extremely pleased at my choice of position. I'd hold his hips, gripping tightly and gouging his tender flesh with finely honed talons and ease him slowly back and forth until we really got going. Then I knew damn well that Allen could take care of everything.
"I watched him as he sat up there, his easy, sensual grin spreading widely as he stared down into my adoring eyes. He'd rock forward, inching slowly, as I carefully brought my thirsting lips to his still half-alive cock. Kissing the tip lightly then slowly mouthing the shaft, I felt him sliding away-teasing me as was my wont.
"On the return, as his cock slipped a bit further in between my moist and thin lips, I felt Allen's hands tenderly caressing the sides of my head as he earnestly started to pump into me.
"I suckled his cock voraciously as if for the first time and it quickly enlarged to its full majestic stature. I slowly took my tongue to it and, bobbing my head in straight, jerky and rhythmic lines, I wet his cock with the thick saliva that soon came gurgling to the surface.
"Occasionally I'd peer at him and silently gasp as his long tapered tongue darted out to moisten the parched and sensual lips which had quickly dried when he began to gasp and pant for air.
"His thighs expertly clamped and loosened their grip on my head as my slowly bobbing head sucked and pulled ever-so-gently on his turgid shaft. Methodically and with practiced ease, he pumped his mid-section into my grunting face while I noticed him gritting his teeth, anxiously waiting for the painfully knotted sperm to release itself and spew forth.
"I moved with all the dexterity one could possibly muster while lying flat with a body sliding back and forth over one's chest. My tongue eagerly lapped away at Allen's would-be fountain and-I strangely wondered where Tricia, my step-daughter, could be.
"First orgasm was not long in coming. It never was. It was the second and third and sometimes fourth that provided enough energy and excitement to light up my large home, if that were possible.
"Allen too quickly bucked to his orgasm-rather unfulfilling for me this time-and I shuddered accordingly, loudly gulping every drop of the precious fluid which gushed so quickly and so briefly under proper guidance and tender loving care....
"We lay quietly, side by side, and nervously puffed on filter-chewed cigarettes until the urges knock at the door again. That's about ten minutes waiting time at the longest point.
"Oh, before I go on, let me tell you about Tricia. She's just fifteen but very much of a woman. Small-waisted and with near-ideal measurements for her height and size, she is Allen's favorite partner next to myself. They make a good and useful pair, sometimes I think it's such a shame and a waste that they're related.
"Just recently we've begun to put on small private showings for some of my business associates. I get the greatest charge of participating in the one show in particular, the one where Allen shoots his jism all over her and I eagerly step right in there and lick it all off her until the three of us have a hot orgy daisy chain going with Allen licking at my cunt.
"Both the kids are dark-haired-jet black all over-but ivory white in complexion. That's the Irish coming out, I guess. Anyway, I've been told that they're the two hottest lovers this side of the mountains. I know it's a fact.
"I love to kiss Allen. His lips are always so red and hot and soft and I just melt in his arms. Of course, my cunt melts all over his face but..
"Wherever the moods hit, that's where I'll take my boy. Obediently I'll form my hungry mouth into a sensual oval and reach for the thick stalk of his cock with a free hand. I've watched his cock grow and change from a rather puny and harmless looking organ to a thick, blue-veined marauder and symbol of manhood.
"I could feel my smooth but burning cheeks puff out rather obscenely as I engulfed the bloated crimson head and get the brunt of heavy hands bearing down on me.
"In just moments I'll find myself greedily ravaging his cock as he slides back and forth pistoning his rod furiously into my gulping mouth, hissing vile adjectives which I love, though can scarcely hear through his tightly clenched teeth.
"I find myself almost competing for speed with the drilling shaft which sometimes threatened to bore clear through my head. More than once, my itching fingers searched around my pussy but backed away.
"Words broke loose from my churning belly but they only gurgled for a short time and rumbled out when they could. I felt Allen's fingernails desperately biting into my tender scalp and more than once have I wanted to cry out with the startling pain of it all.
"Renewed force which sent Allen's rigid shaft the length of my mouth to be stopped at the bend of my gulping throat excited me more intensely than I'd ever felt when I was sucking a guy off in the accustomed female position.
There's something about it when it's right on top of you like that. I'd often find myself steeling for control as I scraped the sides of his thick rod with my teeth each time he pulled the slightest bit away from my sexually eager and wildly sucking mouth.
"My chest was tingling with the freaky feel of Allen's balls sliding back and forth with a neurotically driven rhythm. Often I thought I'd go stark raving mad from that feeling alone ... .
"I was quickly becoming filled with the searing heat of combined and withheld passions as I felt Allen's spear-like cock plunging again toward the back of my throat, aggressively and knowingly executing every move I'd taught him for three years ... .
"That reminds me of Tillie, a bridge club friend of mine. As long as we're talking about sex, why don't we talk about my family and family's business ... .
"Tillie is around fifty or so, I gather from all our past conversations. She developed a rampaging 'thing' for youthful boys, preferably not out of their teens, after the first time she witnessed the excitement of my Allen's masculinity.
"It was something to see. Fully clothed, this older woman slid right off her chair and was limp as Allen maneuvered her onto his powerful-looking chest after he'd helped her undress.
"He held her up on his chest and slid her back and forth like an almost weightless rag doll while his long fiery tongue lashed at her helpless pussy. She looked faint and her head lolled crazily on her chest.
"I watched. Tricia and I usually preferred to watch the 'initiations.' Tillie moaned several times and her body twitched violently as his knowing hands caressed her.
"I was most interested in what was happening in Allen's crotch. Excitedly I'd watch every stage of erection and licked at my 'chops,' so to speak, when I saw it stiffened and at right angle to the rest of his body. Sometimes I found myself almost at the cliff of violence without even being touched by anyone.
"My fingers crept down to my pussy and I absentmindedly diddled myself through my hostess outfit as I watched Allen with his first real client. Tillie had been eyeing that boy since he was fourteen. I wouldn't doubt that she smelled sex on him because Allen and I were really balling up quite a flurry just about then. Or rather, I should say that I was orally satiated ALL the time ... .
"Tillie caressed the flabby mounds that were her tits and I inhaled deeply and felt my very eyes twinkling as I looked down and saw the stiff firmness of my own breasts, even after all the action they'd gotten of late.
"Tricia sat calmly and waited for Tillie's husband, who was also present at our small gathering, to make a move. It didn't take long. As soon as he caught a whiff at the smell the old lady was putting out and saw how she flipped at the sucking she was getting, he relaxed and began eyeing Tricia.
"I licked my lips testily and waited until everyone was preoccupied. Then it would be my turn ... .
"Don, Tillie's husband, was grunting like a stuck pig and squealing like one, too, as soon as Tricia started nibbling on the underside of his shaft. You'd think he never had a woman do that to him before ... .
"In five minutes our 'whorehouse' was floating. I threw off the loose wrap and eagerly pounced on the bursting meat that was just waiting for my mouth to ease the strain.
" 'Mmmmm-mm, damn! Young boys do taste good!'
"I felt Allen's legs tighten around my waist as I clutched at him and pulled his crotch down to my groping tongue. like a completed electric current I thought I could really hear the SSSSSTTT! SSSSPPPTTTTTTTT! when my tongue met the slit at the top of Allen's rod.
"I wiggled into the narrow split and sucked in deeply so I could get the initial seepage. I liked that almost as much as the thick creamy come that shot out after proper attention in the oral department ... .
"I moved jerkily at first with Allen's bucking hips and enjoyed the moaning and groaning noises that bubbled up all around me. I reached for and clawed at the smooth, bronzed globes of his ass cheeks quivering inside as they twitched at my animal-like groping. My fingers blindly raked down his already hairy legs and tried to ensnarl themselves in the matting they found.
"He was soon slamming upwards into my bobbing head, his hips lunging wildly as for a kill, the seething mushroom-tip becoming a blazing point stabbing at my throat and the back of my head. I knew, unfortunately, the titillating sensations couldn't last forever-and felt sorry for myself and my passion-wracked body.
"An abrupt forward and upward drive of Allen's hips served more than sufficiently to sink at least five of the seven-plus glorious inches of his thick, hard column of adolescent sex into my swirling, sucking vortex of oral cavity. My heart was pounding so violently that I was sure I felt its beat in the pulse of my temples.
"My thirstily sucking mouth couldn't seem to get enough of Allen, even when the pistoning stab slowed to a steady driving rhythm, sliding quite easily and expertly in and out.
"I dug up into his cheeks fiercely then and tightly fastened my mouth around the small fist of Allen's cockhead. My parched lips pressed and gnawed their way into the thin ridge beneath the blood-engorged tip and I began to really suck in earnest.
"Baby, when you suck 'in earnest' it's with a powerful lust and kind of fury ... . My empty cunt twitched, convulsed and ground down onto the stubble air between the carpeting and my belly. I milked him as I'd milked him in the past, only this time, it seemed, much more pleasurably. I might add that it was also so much better for the unwitting audience. I slid my greedy lips up and down the length of his throbbing, pulsating hard-on and felt my clitoris get harder-and stiffer.
"I sucked with all the power still left in my almost breathless lungs, nipping like a hungry pecking animal on the granite-like column of demanding flesh tightly positioned between my vise-like teeth.
"I used my wildly and blindly groping hands to knead his ass and his bloated and loudly slapping balls, tickled his puckered ass-hole, and prepared for the rumbling charge of thick hot come before I plunged my teasing fingertip into Allen's suddenly hot, yielding ass-hole.
"I felt as if a million ants with ice on their feet were marching across my body-ants that were inside me too, tearing at the walls of my empty cunt and taking those same fucking walls apart piece by piece as they wildly marched on, tearing me apart in a strangely exhilarating and cleansing fashion.
"The slowed rhythm I'd just gotten with Allen speeded up again, jerking and stabbing back as deeply as it could, and Allen plunged his overheated piston hard and long into my throat.
"Suddenly I felt the spurting buckshot of his load of thick, bitter-salty-sweet semen against the back of my throat. I could only gurgle my appreciation while I quickly and loudly gulped and swallowed every drop of his love juice ... .
"Tillie was jiggling up and down like a wired puppet. One minute she was kneading her breasts as she puffed frantically for breath, and the next minute she'd be tearing at the roots of her thinning hair.
"I watched with more glee than I ever thought I could muster for someone else's sex scene. After all, no matter how crazy Tillie and Don seemed, they'd be good paying and wouldn't notice a thing out of order as I enjoyed my son and daughter along with them when and if I so chose.
"My cunt was dripping with my own juices and I quickly found a tissue and dabbed at it to dry it without getting it all excited again.
"I looked across the room and saw that Don was also being expertly serviced. Tricia was laying elegantly across the studio daybed with her tapered and smooth legs invitingly dangling over the edge. Don was straddling her face. Unnoticed, I weaved over to them and crouched between Tricia's legs. Testily at first, I gave her slit a long and lazy lick. She was wet-and ready.
"Hmmmmmmmm ... I've often thought to myself that Tricia and Allen would be happy if I got another boy to join in. I'd been eyeing some of the kids on the block and have already found a boy who seems to be a willing and--likely prospect. Of course, I'd have to train him for at least six months and that means-he's mine.
"I backed away from the kids and went to lay down until everyone was finished and gone for the afternoon. Maybe then I could have peace and quiet and my own lover-without a circus."
We note that in this narration by Saundra D., the forty-year-old stepmother and seducer of both son and daughter, the principal (Saundra) is a latent exhibitionist. Allen D., seventeen years old, seduced by his mother at the age of fourteen, and his sister, Tricia D., fifteen years old, are on their way to becoming gigolos and prostitutes respectively.
To somewhat illustrate the exhibitionist, we look to the book, Erotic Variations, by John Barry. The author notes that "as in the case of other deviates, the exhibitionist is a compulsive masturbator. He started early in life and as he gets older the pattern enlarges instead of lessening."
The above statements are, however unfairly, directed to the area of male exhibitionists. Female exhibitionism does not come in the same guise; it is not the blatant show of the sexual organ on the street, from parked cars or from gangways. It shows itself more stealthily and with more wariness.
What does one say, however, about the bisexuality this narrator presents? A bisexual is a person, again according to Barry, for whom the sexual pleasures of life involve both hetero and homosexual love. As a result of this flux, a man/woman can enjoy his/her wife/husband on Monday and on Friday be in the arms of a male/female sexual partner.
It may seem strange that, of all the "deviations from the norm" present here in this text and in countless other volumes, bisexualism is looked upon as "the most threatening since the person walks two different avenues."
We note (and importantly so) that Saundra, the narrator of this the final chapter, is not an overt bisexual.
Webster defines the term overt as "public; apparent; observable," and in this instance there is not that element present. The bisexuality is overt in that it is observable but not so that it is apparent to the narrator.
Oralism is associated with suckling at a mother's teat. Many authorities have stated and elaborated upon this aspect, often pointing out that the subject who is involved in oralism as to make it the mainstay of sexual activities, has been hurt as a child and is attempting to recapture that maternal love and comfort even through adulthood.
We have previously mentioned that the human mouth, unlike the animal mouth, is ideally suited as a sex organ, and also that oralism in and of itself and used as a prelude to sexual intercourse is not considered "abnormal" while it is, however sadly for humanity, considered illegal even in the shelter of one's own domicile and with a consenting adult partner.
We note here a mention by Fenmorr of the explanation of fellatio as given by a Andre X. Borandeaux, M.D., a Parisian psycho-therapist specializing in the treatment of sex-oriented neuroses:
"Many young women who practice fellatio, the act of taking the male organ into the mouth, do so because the sensual pleasure this affords them springs from deeply rooted, perhaps even long forgotten psychological needs. Perhaps in extreme cases it is a subconscious urge to castrate, derived from the first childhood experience when the female became aware that the male has an appendage with which she is not equipped. Frequently when small girls discover that there is a difference between the male and female organs, they feel jealous, slighted by nature or perhaps even fantasy that something has "happened' to 'theirs.'
". . . With the bulk of an erect phallus in her mouth, the female possibly subconsciously realized that it is in her power to bite it, perhaps even sever it with her teeth. She also might subconsciously feel that by taking the organ in her mouth, she is 'taking it from' the male, hiding it, depriving him of it, at least temporarily."
Dr. Borandeaux continues:
". . . Another motivating factor is presumed to be that in some childishly oriented way, the penis at least slightly resembles a huge nipple. It also represents the staff of life, the means by which a male impregnates a female, the means by which the life fluid is issued.
"There are other motivating factors, of course. In many instances, especially where there is deep affection on the part of the female for the male involved, her enjoyment comes from the obvious fact that she is giving him such great pleasure in a different way. Sometimes, too, a female performs thusly through a desire for self-abasement, which can be brought about by various reasons.
"Whatever, the fact remains that there are special reasons why the act is so often practiced by young women. One strange aspect is that a woman will f?.vor one man with this type of activity and deny another. This means that obvious personality factors on the part of the male and/or physical attributes enter into the female willingness or lack of it. Here again, infantile or childish conditioning, perhaps long ago forgotten, probably provides subconscious motivation ... "
We have felt these to be fitting quotes to "round out" our discussion of oralism, pedophilia, sadism, masochism, lesbianism and exhibitionism to a lesser degree.
We continue now with the first-person narrated case study of a mother's double paraphilia and the joys and often problems involved in the same:
"I needed him-I didn't see any harm because he was fifteen and Tricia was thirteen then. I needed something, someone to make me feel loved ... .
"I remember how on his fifteenth birthday I taught him to suck a woman's pussy. I'd read from many erotic volumes, so he was well-acquainted with the techniques and what everything looked like.
"His tongue started out by going around the small pea-shaped organ called the clitoris, then closer and closer to my body until his tongue was actually smashing it down in its determined eagerness to learn. The searing, charged tip of Allen's lingual massager probed into every corner of my pussy, familiarizing with it, before finally and at long last sinking itself into my lava-filled and bubbling pussy hole.
"That day I felt unexpected tears streaming down my cheeks because although he was the pupil and I was said to be his mentor, I felt exhilaratingly free, totally free! Free from restraints, hypocrisies and fears-totally free!
"Without really realizing what I was doing, I found my hands on my tits while I squeezed on them as if I were squeezing juice out of oranges and pretended that Allen was double-under me and over me at the same time.
"From my belly down to the furthest extremities of my toes my body was shaking so much that I thought I'd never regain proper balance.
"He'd wrapped his entire mouth around my pussy and wildly twitching nub of my clitoris now with his tongue, burning a deep and gaping hole in my cunt. I felt the lava-like liquids bubbling up in my body, rising up like giant waves to splash at my throat and my thighs at the same time.
"Every part of me burned as I offered myself to my son and tried to picture his face now, tightly clamped between the crushing vise of my legs. I tried to steady myself but there was only the innocent floor under me, so I lunged forward as best I could and grabbed-I tore at Allen's hair-at my body-at my hips-at just about everything within fairly easy reach!
"My hair kept hitting my face as I tossed my head wildly in a stupor from one side to the other. I vaguely heard myself moaning-something I said I would not do until he was proficient at the art-as I violently pushed myself onto his hungrily sucking and animated mouth.
"My body lurched forward again, in spite of my carefully planned determination to remain fairly still, and I smashed upward and into him. My hands shot out as if to caress and hug him-but I found nothing except thin and evaporating air.
"I pleaded with my mind for control but it only seemed to jeeringly laugh at me for being fool enough to think I could escape the violent passion of such an exciting and well-trained lingual caress.
"I felt my legs flying upward and tightening around Allen's body. I tried to tell myself NO! but the legs clamped ever tighter. I shuddered convulsively in anticipation of the brutal orgasm I knew now would overtake me before I had much of a chance to think about it or how to possibly control such a reaction to my own son....
"My body lurched forward and twitched without cessation until Allen finally gripped my thighs tightly and held me relatively still. I brought my legs up still higher, trying vainly to suck his entire being up into the yawning chasm of the feminine grotto ... .
"It's really strange. Now, I've been with many boys about the age that Allen was then and I'd never experienced that kind of violence before.
"Desperately, I tried to back away from him-fearful that I might do something which I'd regret later-by jerking backward in hopes that he'd release me.
"Allen was glued like a blood-sucker and followed, however grumpily. When I couldn't stand the desperate hollow in the pit of my gut I lurched forward so strongly that I came to a near-sitting position wherein I took the opportunity to grab a handful of hair and shake Allen off my inordinately passionate cunt.
"Roughly, I pushed him away and then pounced on him gleefully when he was flat on his back, mouth wide open in shock and still unregistered surprise.
"The burning gut-feeling was still there and registering stronger every second I waited to catch my breath. Before Allen could fully recover I'd attached myself to his groin via mouth-and-cock.
"I bit down hard in blind and furious desperation-like a person would bite down on a piece of tubing when they are in pain-and then pulled all the way up to the crimson head of his shaft. I used my sharp teeth all the way up and then, perhaps as a delightful afterthought, gently nibbled the fleshy glans before I proceeded to suck it in earnest.
"At the rate I was bobbing my head back and forth, it felt like a transference-where I actually thought that he was pummeling his tool in and out of me! I felt even more voluptuous than my usual self and squirmed around him wildly, nipping and gnawing wherever and whenever I found the chance.
"My lips hungrily searched for the honeyed sweetness I'd always found at the base of his tool when my nose, tightly jammed up against his crotch, would smell and sense all of him-every bit of that young and wild male animal that I was just beginning to learn to tame....
"I remember how I roughly pushed him over so that his cock was poking a hole in the scratchy rug. I positioned him on his knees, head down, and passionately laved his buttocks and the backs of his quivering thighs with a light shower of fleeting kisses.
"I even lay under him and pulled his rod down with my lips so that I could suck it without at all using my hands. I went behind him again and gently burrowed my tongue into the area directly behind his balls.
"Strangely enough, I was sufficiently cognizant to weigh them carefully in the palm of my hand before I took them into my mouth. I remember what I did but I can't for the very life of me remember the reason ... .
"It was the same when I taught him how to kiss-the lazy, slow trailing of hot pecks over the face, ears and neck and then the burning, lingering tonguing and then, finally and most importantly, the proper manner in which to insert the tongue into the other person's mouth. I knew these were things he would need to know were he to do well in his field.
"I think I've been good to my children and wards, no matter whether another person agrees or not. I trained Allen with Tricia acting as spectator and critic, and I led Tricia with the added services of a male friend with myself and Allen acting as leaders.
"Tricia is gone now-I don't know where she is-some commune I would imagine. Allen is still with me, enjoying the love we've shared for close to three years. He's doing well, I might add, and his client list is getting larger and larger each week ... . "
"I've been a male whore for about a year now and balling every time my mother discovers a new and wealthy client. Too bad Tricia's gone-I miss her loving. I could do without some of the others.
"You know, it's not bad doing what I do everyday. I love it with my mom. In fact, it's gotten to the point where I see her more as a very appealing and attractive lover rather than the maternal guardian who gave me birth. She'd do anything for me-and the same from here. I'm glad she's hung on the oral thing; I'd have to agree that it may be the best and only way to fly-
"Someday I hope to make it on my own and find a woman who can understand my needs and what drives me. Until that happens, I plan to eat my way through the whole goddamn fucking world ... . "
CONCLUSION
As we stated in the opening pages of this volume, both in excerption and in dialogue between author and reader, this book was aimed at highlighting some of the crucial areas about sex between mothers and their children. This was not just another book involving incestuous relationships; this tome dealt with the oral aspect specifically, save for the few diversions the narrators indulged in within the context of their experiences.
In the dissertative portion of the first chapter, "Mother's Milk," we discussed, at some length, the dynamics of an incestuous relationship.
To capsulize: The incestuous relationship described herein and defined by Webster as a "sexual relationship between those persons too closely related to marry legally" is not at all uncommon.
Louis S. London, M.D. and Frank S. Caprio, M.D., in their text, Sexual Deviations 2, state that "in the field of psychosexual pathology, it is used to describe that form of sexual deviation in which an adult engages in sexual contact with a child of either sex."
Jay C. Fenmorr notes that the International Institute of Sexual Research has found material showing that oral copulation among family members is one of the more common forms of incest although this fact has not been widely publicized.
CHAPTER Two, titled "Adopt-a-Lover" in relationship to the narrative presented, dissertatively deals with the sexual-attitude difference between the classes: lower class, middle class, and upper class, on a sliding scale of emotional drive.
It is here that we point out many authorities' contention that less affluent people are presumed to become more involved in incestuous relationships because of their closeness-the small living quarters and the individual's mental background.
Oral Love-Making, a previously referred-to book, notes the following interesting fact as it relates to the oralism syndrome:
". . . There are no such physical limitations in the human mouth. Although its primary function is for the in-taking of liquids and food and mastication of the latter before swallowing, it is also ideally suited as a supplementary sex organ, as herewith described by an encyclopedia:
'-characterized by lips or fleshy folds, making up the region about the aperture and by teeth and a tongue within the oral cavity.'
"Definition of the tongue: 'A symmetrical, muscular organ ... the superior surface divided into two symmetrical lateral parts by a median longitudinal furrow.' "
Now we note the:
"Placement and description of the clitoris: 'Just above the junction of the inner lips is the clitoris, the principal female organ of sex feeling ... a miniature penis having erectile tissue, and a head and foreskin similar to the penis of a man. It is covered from above by a hood of skin. The clitoris is supplied with highly sensitive nerves which respond to sexual stimulation. From this, the center of erotic response, sexual feeling radiates to the other areas in the vulva and vagina. When erect, the clitoris is about the size and shape of a pea or small bean.' "
We note the third chapter and a restatement of the laws in several of the United States and their cruel and unfair view of oral copulation:
ALASKA-A person who commits sodomy, or the crime against nature, or has unnatural copulation by means of the mouth, or otherwise, either with a beast or human being, upon conviction, is punishable by imprisonment in the penitentiary for not less than one year or more than ten years.
CALIFORNIA-Any person participating in an act of copulating the mouth of one person with the sexual organ of another is punishable by imprisonment in the state prison for not exceeding fifteen years, or by imprisonment in the county jail not to exceed one year.
DELAWARE-Whoever commits the crime against nature is guilty of a felony, and shall be fined not more than $I,000, and imprisoned not more than three years.
NEW HAMPSHIRE-Whoever commits any unnatural and lascivious act with another person shall be imprisoned not more than five years, or fined not more than one thousand dollars, or both.
The Institute is again looked to for clarification in the chapter titled "Succulent Rosebud" about a lesbian-oriented incestuous relationship:
"Although most people, upon being questioned as to their definition of incest, would reply thinking it to refer only to coitus between immediate family members, research has found that it is these other sexual acts which are more frequently indulged."
The dissertative material further notes that "oral copulation among family members is perhaps the least publicized and more common forms of incest. Thumbing though criminal and medical files, one can find many instances of a child fellating her father, brother, uncles, etc. According to these same records, cunnilingus is not too often performed by the younger males."
CHAPTER Four, "Peeping Mom," deals with the ease with which women can become involved in the paraphilia of pedophilia unlike their male counterparts who are persecuted cruelly when caught and labeled as "dirty old men."
We reiterate a quote from Roger Blake's Encyclopedia of Abnormal Sex as regards the "safety" in the extent of female pedophilia:
"Their natural role in life almost precludes their (the boy's) ever reporting an incident where a woman tries to molest them sexually, particularly after a certain age. First of all, if the boy is genuinely shocked and offended, he would seldom risk the embarrassment of having to report that a woman got fresh with him. As to the more sexually matured youngster, he might well not only enjoy the situation physically, but deem it the highest kind of compliment that an older female could be interested in him in the role of a real man."
We here also note Aaron J. Abelard's comment that "the psychosexual ramifications of these two factors-greater erotic capacity and sexual aggressiveness-have a distinct relationship to female pedophilia."
In the final chapter, "Home-Made Gigolo," we deal with an almost entirely different area but an area still involved in oralism and incest. We deal with a latent exhibitionist who has seduced and is training her two children for sale, rent, or hire, on the sexual marketplace.
We also find this woman a bisexual, a person, according to Barry, for whom the sexual pleasures of life involve heterosexual as well as homosexual loves.
An interesting side-aspect is presented within this context, to wit that, of all the "deviations from the norm" present in this text and in other volumes being studied and written daily, bisexualism is looked upon as "the most threatening since the person walks two different avenues."
We take this opportunity to note that the bisexual is usually shunned by heterosexuals as well as homosexuals.
Finally, we note that oralism is associated with suckling at a mother's teat. Numerous authorities have noted and elaborated upon this aspect, often pointing out that the subject so involved in oralism as to make it the mainstay of sexual activities has been hurt as a young child and is feebly attempting to recapture that maternal love and comfort which was lost ... .
Therein lie the researched "bones" of Oral Mothers. There is so much yet to be said, yet to be researched, and too little allowable space for such musings and conjectures. Unfortunately, there is still too little light being shed on the paraphilia of female pedophilia-in this case IFP, Dr. Trimble's term meaning "incestuous female pedophilia."
Dr. Trimble's book, Pedophilia, sheds much light on the subject but still not enough. Are our laws and views of people thusly "afflicted" truly justified? Are our laws in regard to oral copulation between consenting adults justifiable in this "enlightened age"?
There are so many questions and too few answers. The researchers of future sexology have the awesome task of uncovering still hidden motivations and bringing many feared subjects into open airing. Perhaps they will.
So now we end this volume with a brief excerpt of a case history presented in the volume
Older Women and Younger Boys by Aaron J. Abelard:
". . . I'm a grandmother! Would you believe that? I've got a son thirty years old and he has a son thirteen years old. Look at me!
". . . I've always had a special love for John, my grandson. I guess from the beginning, Doctor, I knew my feelings toward John were different. Different from anything I had ever felt for even my own son. I loved him, and maybe I loved him too much.
". . . When John was just a tot, I helped him with everything. I held his little penis when he went to the bathroom and I cleaned it for him when we were bathing. I really loved his little wee-wee. I showed him how to love it, too. I didn't want John to be ashamed of sex, you know.
". . . John stayed with me all weekend....
Everything was set. When John came home from school, we had an early dinner and went to the movies. By the time we got home, John was pretty tired. I helped him get ready for bed and let him sleep in the big bed with me. Then I took out the vibrator and began massaging him. I started with his neck, then his chest, and then-well, his penis. John didn't quite know what to make of all of it, but I just told him it would relax him, and grandmother knows best.
"Then I bent down and began kissing him. You know, Doctor, all over but especially on his little penis. Obviously, my grandson was not a man yet. Maybe that's why it was so attractive. He had no pubic hair yet and I think pubic hair is sort of dirty. I mean, my husband is very hairy and I would never think of taking his penis in my mouth! But John's was differenthis was soft and small and innocent.
"Then I held his body close to mine, while my hands eagerly ran up and down his body. I could feel my breasts become harder and more tender and the tips stiffen as I petted my special love.
"I could feel my love spot begin to twitch as it hadn't done in years. Oh, I am a grandmother, but I can still desire a man.
"I put the vibrator in John's hand and guided him towards my special private place. Somehow he got the vibrator into my sex and I began tossing and turning, but all the time holding onto John.
"I didn't want to scare him, but I was feeling passion from this small child that I had never felt from a full grown man!"
The above is only an excerpt. Here we see many of the factors underlying the previously mentioned case histories, many factors being much more blatantly obvious than those of the aforementioned narrations.
The field of female pedophilia is not yet exhausted ... .
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