Contemporary twentieth-century is in a constant state of change and fluctuation. As the world around us changes, so do our perceptions, attitudes and opinions reflect that new environment in which we suddenly find ourselves. This is especially valid in the vast arena of human sexuality.
Our perceptions of this area of human behavior have changed radically. One can hardly deny that our concept of the realms of permissible sexuality and sexual conduct is certainly different from that of twenty-five or fifty years ago. It is important to remember this. We must not forget that we set the guidelines and boundaries of acceptable behavior in our own time.
While the label of 'good' or 'bad' may be applied to certain modes of behavior, it must be remembered that these boundaries will inevitably change. What we seek to impart in this volume is the understanding that there can be no universal values, no hard and fast rules to determine what is 'good' and what is 'bad'. This means that, just as we have changed some of our values within the past generation, so, too, will our values be modified by the society that will follow us.
We cannot, or should not, flatter ourselves into the belief that we, today, hold a monopoly of truth. Despite all of our scientific advances and discoveries, we have not yet reached the state of perfection. One has only to look around at the polluted environment, the discord between races and peoples, and the innumerable problems within our mass societies to see fairly conclusive proof of our lack of a monopoly on perfection.
This same lack of absolute truth and perfection holds true within the vast realm of human sexuality also. There is no absolute truth, no universally binding verity that all mankind must humbly submit to. This, however, does not mean that men over the ages have not tried to codify a particular way of believing and a way of acting that was supposed to represent the only 'proper' mode of sexual behavior.
The predominate attitude that has influenced Western civilization has been the so-called 'liberated' Greek point of view. Yet, as we shall see, this turned out to be a sort of 'sensual prison.'
This Western tradition goes back to Plato and Aristotle and the later Thomistic philosophers who all degraded the area of human sexuality. In so doing, these thinkers made sexuality inferior to higher forms of knowledge. This 'higher knowledge', practically speaking, tended to exclude the area of sexuality.
In Plato's "Symposium."
"The guests agree that research into Eros is necessary."(1) But, Plato would have man always striving for, but never achieving, perfection. We can search, and in so doing we can also build our character as human beings. But, according to Plato, we can never find the perfection that we strive for so earnestly. Essentially, this is a negative and pessimistic outlook. Man cannot, man will not, ever achieve perfection in any area, including Eros (love).
The Aristotelians go even further along this dismal path than Plato did. They would have us begin our activities and studies with sensuality. Then, as quickly as possible, they would have us forsake sensual experience altogether. According to this school of thought, man can only realize his powers, although not perfectly, in a contemplative world, not in a sensual world. This sensual attitude has been the dominant theme of the majority of Western civilization for several thousand years.
1. Pg. 5, Theodore Reik, "Of Lore and Lust."
Bursting out of this historical tradition of Western philosophical thought come such modern thinkers as Husserl, Sarte, and Merleau-Ponty. According to these men, in a world permeated with selfishness and negation, one should reflect on the fact that it is up to each individual to find love and peace in his own way, in his own time, and with his own type of lover. They believe that it is within ourselves, and within the bodies of our sexual partners, that perfection and satisfaction is to be sought.
These modern philosophers have battled to place man's sensual self into the center of man's existence. With these men, we are attempting a movement towards understanding and accepting our personal sexual, sensual reality. After this is achieved, then, with full intellectual and moral freedom, we can creatively use our sensuality for and with another human being. We create reality as much as it tends to create us.
Here is the essence of the argument. After one clears away the 'dead wood' of Western morality, then one can begin to describe another world of sensuality that will be free from the prejudices and exploitations that once plagued us all. Then, one can engage in whatever sexual behavior that is most creative and fulfilling.
At his point we must relate the fact that the establishment of a satisfying sexual relationship is seen by all to be a most desirable goal. Tantamount to this line of thought, is the necessity of understanding the sexual boundaries set by society. If one engages in a particular sexual activity that is not acceptable, then the potential for the institution of guilt-feelings certainly arises.
The stage has been set for the topic of this volume-incest or inter-family relations. This activity has been defined as a 'taboo' sexual encounter. Yet, in this particular study, we seek to leave that facet of human sexual behavior within the realm of total human sexuality and do not intend to fall into the position of defining human behavior within the realm of moral precepts.
As mentioned, incest means the intimate relations between members of the family: mother and son, father and daughter, brother and sister. The law defines incest as intercourse between persons who, either by reason of blood or marriage, cannot legally marry.
Incest is universally condemned. But, we must remember that the revulsion is social rather than biological. As one might expect, incestuous behavior results in sexual rivalry that can disrupt family cohesion and have a traumatic influence on the personality-stability of those individuals involved. Because of these complications, which in turn can bring about a loss of societal cohesion, as well as a loss of family cohesion, the incest taboo can quite certainly be seen to serve an essential purpose. This insight into the disruption of social cohesion certainly does give one an insight into where the incest taboo comes from and what might have motivated its original propagation.
Incest taboos exist only among human beings. There are no such taboos or barriers in the animal world. Animals cohabit with each other irrespective of any blood relationship. Cultural restrictions forbid us to do--likewise. Hence, incest, in most parts of the world, is regarded as a punishable offense. There are only a few primitive tribes in existence where incestuous cohabitation is accepted by the community.
Following the above arguments further, the problem of incest is an exceedingly important one as it is interrelated with homosexuality and unconsciously, is at the root of many heterosexual difficulties such as impotence and frigidity. Once again, we must keep in mind that this is not universal, concrete law-one does not necessarily follow the other.
Some of the exceptions are clearly demonstrated in the case studies that will follow. But, by illuminating these popular theories, our perspective is broadened. To continue, it has been suggested by some psychoanalysts of the Freudian school that sexual deviations stem from incestuous conflicts and fixations.
One theory that draws these conclusions between sexual problems and incest is that of Dr. Benjamin Karpman. He explains this interrelationship by saying that, "the patient confronted with an incestuous fixation on the one hand, and the incest barrier on the other, finds it necessary to effect a compromise that enables him to avoid or circumvent direct incestuous activities but nevertheless permits him to indulge in his incestuous desires indirectly and perhaps symbolically.(2)
Thus, a man who has a fixation on his mother is terrified not only of the idea of having sexual relations with her, but even at the idea of having sexual relations with any other woman because
2. Pg. 190, Frank S. Caprio, H.D., "Variations in Sexual Behavior." every woman is actually, or potentially, a mother, and therefore brings to his mind a picture of his own mother. Since, according to this line of thought, libido must find an outlet, this man will resort to the expedient of indulging in sex relations that completely exclude the vaginal orifice. Consequently, he may indulge in fellatio, cunnulingis, and pederasty, which to him appear to totally remove the chosen activity from any implication of incest with his mother. This, of course, is an entirely unconscious mental process.
In dreams and fantasies many males indulge in a variety of sexual activities with their mothers or sisters with the exclusion of coitus. Yet, even in the unconscious, there is a type of dream-censorship that prevents an incestuous coitus from taking place. Deviations, then, become a kind of safeguard, or birth control, against impregnating the mother or sister even on the fantasy level. This seems to lend credence to Dr. Karpman's thesis. We are also confronted with numerous cases of homosexuals who resort to paraphilliac practices as a result of an unconscious flight from the incestuous urge.
These are obviously extremes, but we have set the boundaries for our study. By establishing and setting our perimeters at the extremes, we enable ourselves to gain more full and complete comprehension of the middle ground. And, it is in the middle that most of our case studies fall.
As the following pages will clearly document, there was little or no concrete evidence of any permanent harm to the psyche of our subjects. Further more, these interviews were not conducted in an institution nor any psychiatric or clinical situation that would indicate the need for our subjects to seek help for their 'problems.'
The subjects we interviewed are all functioning members of our society who seemingly have accepted their incestuous relationships without overwhelming guilt or other harmful aberrations of the mind. Contrary to many popular conceptions regarding the personality types who engage in incestuous behavior and relationships, our subjects are not sexual deviants inclined to drunkenness. Nor are they impulsive, high-strung, nervous, irritable, lonely or moody. And, most certainly, they were not psychotic. The men and women that we interviewed were stable, relatively 'normal' people, like you and I, who simply engaged in incestuous relationships at some point in their sexual lives.
In trying to understand how it is possible to deal with the occurrence of a sexual and social 'taboo' in one's own life, we cannot ignore the entire societal context in which these activities took place. While incest is still an obvious 'taboo,' it is not really something that is commonly discussed or warned against. Somehow, because of its long history of being forbidden, incest does not appear to be a sexual practice that the average person is cautioned against.
Further, and of equal importance, the society that no longer verbalizes the 'incest taboo' is also a society in which there is a rapidly rising interest in human sexuality as a whole. Look at any list of best-selling books. Every other one is focused on sex, yet very few even bother to mention the subject of incest! Read a newspaper, go to a movie or watch television. Constant attention is focused on sex. Yet, again, there is no mention of this supposedly universal horror-incest.
The evidence of or current awareness of sexuality and sensuality is abundant. The average individual is more aware and conscious of sex now than ever before. We read, we watch, we discuss. And, we participate as never before, in the open, without shame or reproach. But, with all of this flurry of activity, the subject of incest seems to be either forgotten or simply not considered important enough to caution children and adults against.
Possibly, Freudian theory and other psychologies that accept his basic tenets, have made it possible for us to accept the Oedipus complex and the Electra complex as natural unconscious parts of every human being. These same theories also explain away any desire or need to actually engage in real incestuous relationships since they assume that each individual will project such feelings onto another, 'non-taboo' sexual partner!!
It is difficult, if not impossible, to adequately explain or comprehend why incest has not received much attention when it so universally abhorred and condemned. But, due to this lack of concrete attention, it becomes more comprehensible that our subjects could have engaged in incestuous relationships without resulting hang-ups and guilt feelings. Having never really considered that entire realm of human behavior at all, they were able to accept what they did as part of a much larger realm of behavior-human sexuality.
Our subjects were not part of the extreme ties we have postulated earlier. They were not initially unstable nor did they have the inability to deal with the guilt imposed by a societal taboo because they did not define their own behavior as aberrant. If one does define their behavior as aberrant, then they become aberrant simply by definition. The danger of doing this should, by now, be quite obvious. It can, and in many instances does, have an effect on one's health and one's perception of self. We seek to illustrate this danger of 'definition' that disregards the individual human being and, in so doing, hope to gain understanding rather than to blanketly condemn any sexual practice or activity.
CHAPTER ONE
William W. is a twenty-five year old junior executive at an advertising agency on Sunset Boulevard in Hollywood. The story he related to me, as we sat in his spacious office overlooking the city, occurred when he was sixteen years old. At that time, William was attending a boarding school in Northern California. His parents had been divorced since he was a young boy, and William spent his holidays and summers with his lovely mother, Margaret, in her elegant home in Newport Beach.
At sixteen, William was a handsome, rugged young man. His dark hair and blue eyes, broad shoulders and slim hips made him attractive to the many young girls who attended the nearby women's school. He was never without an active social life.
When William candidly told me about his sexual relations with his beautiful mother I was impressed by his lack of guilt feelings about the incident He was obviously not permanently disturbed by this particular phase in his sexual growth. His case makes it quite clear to me that an incestuous relationship in no way has to leave an adverse imprint on the participants' lives. William assured me that he and his mother remain very close friends, although their intimate contact has ended.
I had always looked forward to my summer vacations, especially when I was a teenager. Newport Beach, where my mother, Margaret, has a large beach-front home is a place that is always alive with pretty, scantily clad young girls who are ready for fun and games all the time. What made the summer that I was sixteen even more exciting was that my best friend, David, was coming to stay with Mom and me for awhile. I knew it would be the best summer of my life!
Our train ride to Los Angeles was the perfect, casual way to begin the vacation. We picked up a car from Dave's dad and drove the rest of the way to Newport, both of us eager to hit the beach and begin our summer flirtations with the girls who always hung around down there. I knew that Mom was expecting us, but I hadn't told her exactly when we would arrive, so I looked forward to the surprised look that I had often seen on her beautiful face.
My mother, Margaret, was an extremely lovely woman. She had been quite young when she married my father, and I was about the only thing he left her with when he left. It was fortunate that her family had money and the house in Newport where she could raise a child. For as long as I can remember, there have been men hanging around Mom. But, she has preferred to remain unattached, although she sure never discouraged attention-just marriage.
When Dave and I walked into the house I could hear voices coming from the terrace. Without announcing our presence with a loud 'hello', we went out to greet Mom. As soon as I stepped outside I realized that I had made a mistake.
Margaret lay on a chaise lounge, her slender, curvaceous body already tanned and sleek. Her full breasts pointed up to the blue sky, the tiny dark nipples erect and hard. Her thighs were slightly spread allowing the heat of the sun to penetrate her sweet pussy. She had her face turned, her dark hair falling across her cheek, as she spoke to the naked man who lay beside her.
"Don't stop, Paul ... that feels so good. You know how much I like your hands!! ! " she said seductively.
Paul sat up, his bronzed, nude body moving closer to her, his hand reaching out to fondle her breast. His tool was erect and pointed towards her flat belly. With gentle tugs he pulled at her nipples and traced small circles along the tender flesh. Margaret moaned softly, her slender body moving towards him, her belly brushing against his hard cock.
"Easy, baby ... there's plenty more where this came from!" Paul whispered into her ear, his tongue licking the inside of her ear through the dark curls that sheltered her face.
"You know I want all you have!! ! " Margaret said playfully while she stroked the tip of his massive cock.
At that point I realized that both Dave and I were riveted to the floor, unable to move outside or to quietly escape to our rooms and make another entrance when the situation was better timed. I was fascinated by the scene, but shocked that Mom was behaving so openly. Then, as we backed into the living room, I realized that she hadn't been expecting company, so her actions didn't bother me quite as much.
"Wow!! ! Is she your mother?? ? She looks so young..." Dave's voice trailed off when he saw my angry glance.
"Yeah ... that's Mom. I guess we should have called ... or something," I said lamely, leading my friend up the stairs and showing him the guest room that was to be his domain for the visit.
"Let's get cleaned up ... then I'll go and let her know we're here," I suggested as I disappeared into my own room and shut the door.
I was more upset by the fact that David had also seen Mom's naked body than I was by anything else. When he had been impressed, even turned on by the sight of her voluptuous curves, I felt strange. Trying to forget the entire thing, I began to unpack.
The room was stuffy from disuse so I went over to the window that overlooked the sparkling ocean and threw it open. Immediately, the sounds from the terrace below hit me. Without hesitating, I glanced down and saw my mother and Paul.
"Ooooohhhh ... you feel soooo good ... more ... I want more!! " she was moaning over and over.
Paul was straddling Margaret's naked body. She arched up and rubbed herself against his taut buttocks as he massaged his giant, throbbing cock between her full, ripe tits. Each time the head of his cock passed between the luscious melons, she stabbed at his hole with her tongue.
Slowly, Paul slid down across her stomach until he was poised between her thighs, his tool pointed at the dark patch of hair that guarded her moist, sweet sex. He ran his throbbing organ through the soft bush, and Margaret thrust her pelvis out to meet him, inviting him to put his massive tool inside her hole.
"Now ... I want you to fuck me now!! ! "
With slow movements, he spread the outer lips of her vagina exposing the throbbing pink interior of her cunt to the heat of the sun. She moaned, her hands eagerly fumbling for his cock, directing it closer and closer to the entrance of her secret valley. Margaret's lovely naked body was writhing beneath him as Paul let the tip of his erection rub against her tiny clit. Back and forth he moved his cock along her exposed clitoris while he massaged her full breasts with eager hands.
Then, with one mighty lunge, he shoved his organ into her dripping cunt. Margaret grabbed his shoulders, pulling him deep inside of her as she ground her hungry sex against each of his powerful thrusts. They moved together with frenzied, passionate motions, their bodies glistening with perspiration as they came closer to fulfillment.
Margaret seemed to be sucking his giant prick into her cunt. Paul was thrusting hard, his balls slapping against her round ass as his cock plunged its full length into her pulsating cunt. Grasping him convulsively, Margaret arched and twisted beneath Paul as her cries grew louder. Then, as though she had gone mad, she clung to him, pulling him with one hand and pushing his taut ass with the other.
"Aaaahhh ... I'm coming!! ! Ooooohhhh!! ! " she screamed as she ground her body against him.
Paul pulled back from her for just one second, then as his own orgasm shot out of his hard organ he dropped the full force of his body onto the writhing body beneath him. She clung to him as his hot come filled her body and dripped down the insides of her thighs. Neither moved, their arms around each other as the hot sun intensified the heat of their passion.
I was hanging out of the window, my breath coming in hard gulps as I watched my mother and Paul. My own cock was hard and throbbing, but I felt a wave of revulsion at seeing my own mother fucking. Still, despite the feeling of disgust at her actions, my cock ached and begged for release. I sat down on the bed, my erect, stiff penis like a steel rod between my legs.
As I rubbed the tool in my hand my thoughts turned to Tina and how different our sex had been from the wild, frenzied scene I had just witnessed. Tina had been so gentle, so soft and fragile, so unlike the eager, passionate woman who was my mother.
I had taken Tina to Yosemite during winter recess. It was like a snow-covered paradise. She had always wanted to see the snow, and after we were settled in our room in the large old lodge Tina got her wish. It snowed the entire two days we were there. But, we didn't mind as we sat by the roaring fire and played love games with each other.
When we went to our room that first night Tina was nervous. She had never made love before and I wanted it to be a special experience for her. She was so beautiful, her golden hair framing the delicate features of her face. As she moved across the room towards me, I noticed again how slim her waist was, how graceful her movements.
I undressed her slowly, marveling at the soft velvet feel of her creamy flesh. Her breasts were small and round, the tiny pink buds fresh and innocent. She leaned towards me as I slid her silk panties down across her slender, soft hips. I ran my hands across the soft golden bush that protected her sweetness. She moaned softly, swaying against me as I carried her to the large bed.
"Be gentle, please, William ... don't hurt me," Tina said in her small, sweet voice.
Hurt her!! ! That beautiful little girl was the last person I would ever want to hurt. I had made love to other girls, but they had not meant the same things to me that Tina did.
"Sweet Tina ... I will make love to you ... remember that ... we are making love ... " I whispered as I set her on the soft bed.
She gazed up at me with soft gray eyes. I bent to her rosy mouth and covered her lips with mine. My tongue pushed eagerly against her mouth and then probed the sweetness of her mouth. Tina pressed her lips against mine hungrily. Her arms reached out and pulled me down against her warm, naked body.
I ran my fingers through her golden curls, pulling her head closer to me as we embraced and kissed with growing passion. My hands traveled along the contours of her smooth young body. Her slim waist curved in beneath the pert little tits. As I trailed my fingers over her pink nipples, I could feel the skin become firm and erect beneath my touch.
"That feels good," she moaned, pushing herself towards me eagerly.
I brought my mouth away from her lips and ran my tongue along her neck and down along her warm flesh to the inviting breasts. Putting the fragrant flesh into my mouth, I ran my tongue around and around her nipples feeling the ripe buds responding to my every touch. Her supple tips and breasts tasted succulent to my hungry mouth.
As I lapped and licked her tits, Tina ran her gentle hands along my body rubbing me with anxious, eager motions that stimulated my sucking more and more. She reached down between my legs and fumbled for the erect organ that longed to be inside of her. She grasped my cock in her hands and pulled on it.
My mouth moved further down along the creamy flesh of her flat, sleek stomach. She arched her supple body towards me as I ran my tongue along the edge of her deep belly button and to the soft, silken patch of golden hair that guarded the entrance to her sex. I felt her jerking motions on my erect cock increase in intensity as I moved my mouth onto the triangle of hair between her thighs.
Tina parted her legs slightly as my face came between them. I could smell her pungent, slightly sweet odor as her love juices began to flow with more intensity. With slow, gentle movements I parted the lips that protected her moist valley. She opened her legs further to my probing tongue.
Tina's tiny, throbbing clit was erect to my touch. She pushed herself against my tongue as it stabbed her little organ. My fingers spread her vagina further and began to push into her pink slit. The warm hole was pulsating around my finger as I continued to probe her wet hole.
"Oooohhh ... " Tina cried, her slender body urgently begging me to continue my touches.
"Easy, baby ... easy ... "
Then, feeling as though I could wait no longer, I moved my body on top of Tina. She grasped my hard prick and guided it against her clit. I rubbed back and forth against the flaming organ while she lurched beneath me, still holding my cock firmly in her hand.
"Now ... please do it now ... "
I put my hand between her slender thighs and parted the succulent flesh that led to her fertile valley. She placed the head of my aching cock firmly against her slit. I dropped my body against her, feeling the warmth of her breasts pressing hard against my chest. My cock sank slowly into her pie. Tina cried out softly, but her hands were pressed firmly against my buttocks as I stroked in and out of her warm, dripping hole.
I could feel my come welling up inside my hard shaft. Tina's vagina seemed to be pulling me deeper and deeper inside of her, milking me with slender fingers as though trying to drive every drop of my essence into her pussy. As my hot liquid burst forth I could feel her muscles contract wildly as she cried out in ecstasy.
The searing white liquid was spurting all over my legs as I came out of my dream about Tina back to the reality of coming all over myself in Newport Beach. Smiling with satisfaction, I decided it was time to shower and go down to see if Mom was ready to greet her son and his friend.
I really don't think that Mom was too surprised to see me when I finally went downstairs. She and Paul were dressed and sitting in the den sipping tall drinks and chatting. She smiled warmly when I entered the room.
"When did you get here?" she asked without any trace of concern that I might have viewed her sexual antics on the terrace.
"A while ago ... David is still upstairs," I explained.
"You remember Paul, don't you dear?" Margaret asked, placing her hand warmly on our neighbor's arm.
"Sure ... how've you been?"
We shook hands and Mom poured me a drink, much to my relief and surprise. I guess she realized that I was growing up. When Dave came down, she offered him a drink, and the four of us chatted. Mainly though, Mom was concerned with arranging a small celebration for that evening to welcome us home. She was always at work planning parties for the Newport Beach crowd who were always equally willing to attend a get-together for any reason whatsoever.
"Not tonight, Mom. I'm bushed and it just wouldn't be any fun," I said, wanting only to grab something to eat and go to bed. It had been a full enough day already.
"Then, tomorrow for sure!" she said brightly, her eyes lingering on Dave as he stood by the window and looked out at the ocean.
And, the next evening there was a crowd of friends and neighbors milling around the living room and spilling out on the terrace just as she had promised. Margaret had even managed to invite several young girls to captivate Dave and me while the adults indulged in their boisterous cocktail party laughter and imbibed way too much liquor.
Despite the fact that I still cared a lot for Tina, I found myself attracted to Heidi, a cute dark-haired girl who lived down the block. She obviously thought I looked good, too, since she was constantly hanging onto my arm and pressing her lips against my shoulder.
"Want something to drink?" I asked her as we sat on the couch.
"Sure."
Heidi was tall and slender with full breasts that pushed against the flimsy halter top she wore, the outline of her firm nipples clearly visible to my curious eyes. Her slim body was bronzed from the California sun and was equally visible above the low cut, tight fitting white pants she wore. As we moved around and I played "host" to all of the guest, my hands slid easily against her sleek, hot skin.
Mom was wandering amongst her friends, but as the evening wore on I became aware of her standing near the terrace with Dave in tow. As they talked she kept putting her hand on his shoulders and arms, bending her face close to him with downcast eyes and seductive glances. I wanted to intervene, but Dave did not look at all disturbed and I didn't want to make a scene. Still, as she continued to come on strong, I couldn't help but remember all that I had witnessed on our arrival and somehow I was upset by the thoughts that kept trying to enter my mind.
"Hey ... come back to earth, man!" Heidi said, tugging on my shirt to rouse my attention.
"Sorry ... too much wine I guess!" I joked, pulling her slender form against my chest and placing my mouth on hers.
But, even the feel of her ample breasts heaving against my chest could not take my eyes off of Mom and Dave as they disappeared out onto the terrace, holding hands and giggling like intimate lovers. I tried to keep them in sight as they crossed into the dim lantern light outside, but Mom was leading Dave away from the noisy party and down towards the sandy beach.
For the remainder of the evening I was nervous and not really into the party at all. I could not keep the image of my mother's sun tanned body out of my mind. I saw her ample breasts and the extended, erect nipples as Paul's hands had played with them. Images of her furry treasure and her wide spread thighs flashed through my mind until I thought I would go crazy. What bothered me even more was that when I recalled the sounds and the scene of Mom's acute sexual pleasure, I felt a faint stirring in my groin. I wanted her to return to the party, but I still wasn't able to clearly identify what my feelings really were or why I was so distraught.
I was taking Heidi out the front door when I noticed Dave and Mom enter the living room. They were both radiant As I kissed the tall, beautiful girl good-night I saw Dave reach over and kiss my mother, then turn and head upstairs.
"Good night, Mom," I said as I headed upstairs. My voice sounded strained, but she didn't seem to notice. Instead, she came over to me and kissed me firmly on the lips. A strange thrill shocked its way through my body as I pulled away and dashed up to my room.
"Sleep, well, sweetheart," Margaret's sweet voice drifted up the stairs after me.
"What the hell is going on?" I burst out as I pushed open the door to Dave's room.
He was standing naked by the bed, his huge cock almost rigid and his hand jerking back and forth on the organ. With a startled movement, he turned to face me as I closed the door. My heart was pounding as I watched my friend continue to jerk off with quick, vigorous motions.
"Cut it out, Dave," I said, sounding less angry than my first remark and hoping he would not continue the spectacle.
Dave smiled a funny smile and dropped his cock. He sat down on the bed.
"Sorry, man ... didn't expect any company."
"Had enough already tonight?" I asked accusingly.
"What?"
"Didn't Mom take care of that???" My eyes were riveted on his large organ resting between his well-muscled legs.
"What?" Dave's voice sounded uneasy.
"You were on the beach long enough ... didn't she get you off?"
"Hey, man..." he trailed off, not knowing exactly what to say to me.
We sat and stared at each other in the dimly lit room. We had been friends for a longtime, but this was a new, very awkward situation and suddenly I didn't know what to say or do anymore than Dave did. But, after Mom had kissed me the way she did, and after remembering the fascination I had felt when I watched her fucking Paul, I just had to know Dave's story.
"Don't worry man ... I just want to know what happened. That's all ... I just want to know."
"She sure came on strong ... even last night before you went to bed, she kept playing little eye games and touching me a lot ... then tonight, man, she was all over me ... . "
Margaret had finally convinced Dave that he would enjoy a walk on the moon lit beach. He didn't resist when she took his hand firmly in hers and led him outside. It was hard to protest when such a luscious woman wanted to take you away from a crowded party so she could enjoy you more intimately!
They walked along the sand until Margaret dropped down-and pulled him to her. She ran her slender fingers through his sandy colored hair, pulling his face close to hers. His hungry mouth covered her lips and they clung together in passionate embrace. While she stabbed her tongue into his mouth, Margaret reached down and began to unzip Dave's pants with trembling hands.
"I want to suck your cock!"
He helped her pull off his pants, exposing his large, semi-flaccid organ to her eager eyes. While the beautiful woman lowered herself in front of the boy, he reached out and pulled away the loose blouse that concealed her ripe, full melons. His hands dropped down to pull at the pliant tits as she put her warm mouth to his throbbing, flaming tool.
Margaret ran her tongue over his hot meat, stabbing and playing with the hole at the tip. He pulled her face closer to his groin, tugging on her tits to bring the woman deeper between his legs. She dragged her tongue down along the entire shaft and then between his semen filled sacs. Dave's body lurched with pleasure as she placed the tender balls into her mouth and sucked gently.
"Aaaahhhhhhh!! ! ! " he moaned while she let her mouth caress the sacs slowly and gently.
Then, her mouth moved back up along the rigid rod, sucking and licking the pulsating phallus. When she reached the swollen, blood gorged head, Margaret put the cock into her warm, wet mouth and sucked vigorously. Her head moved back and forth more and more quickly as she sucked and pulled on his prick.
Dave was pumping furiously into the cavern of her mouth. He gripped her head tightly to keep his balance as he felt the fluid rising into his rigid, aching rod. Her mouth pulled on him as though trying to draw his essence out of its hair covered, swaying sacs. She caressed his balls with her hands, pushing them nearer her mouth and reaching down with her tongue to stab at the hard balls.
Finally, as her sucking became furious and frantic, Dave felt his fiery essence shoot into her mouth like molten lead. He jerked forward, spurting again and again into her hungry throat. Margaret swallowed the milky come and licked his penis clean, still sucking on him to drain every drop she could get.
"Thank you ... my god you know how to suck a cock!" he gasped as he fell onto the cool sand.
". . . I really wanted to return the favor but she said we'd better get back to the party ... " Dave finished his incredible story.
"Jesus!! ! " was all I could say.
I was angry and confused after listening to Dave. There wasn't much more to say that evening so I left him to finish jacking off, and I went to my room to try and figure out what I felt what was going on.
For the next few days I avoided my mother as much as possible. Every time I saw her on the terrace or on the beach, clad only in a skimpy orange bikini, I remembered all that had gone on and became more confused. But, there was a stirring in my loins every time I remembered, and at night my dreams were filled with images of her naked body tossing and turning in the throes of an orgasm.
I was relieved in a way when Dave decided to go into Santa Monica to visit an old girl friend. I didn't know if he had spent anymore time with Mom. I never asked and he never volunteered the information. Paul still hung around the house a lot, so I figured that I would spend my time away from my mother and away from the house as much as possible. Maybe Heidi and her sexy young body could serve to keep my mother's sexual activities out of my tortured brain.
But, after several days she informed me that she had planned a special dinner and wanted me to be home that night. Another party bored me and frightened me, but her tone was so imploring that I felt I had to agree.
I came down from my room early enough to polish off several tall drinks before the company would arrive. Mom was already sitting on the terrace with a glass in her hand. She turned when she heard my footsteps. There was no way I could avoid the time alone with her, so I mixed a very strong drink and joined her outside.
"When's the gang supposed to arrive?" I asked, trying to make idle conversation, trying to keep my eyes off of her voluptuous body that was clearly visible through the soft, clinging material of her dress.
"Who, dear?" her voice was soft and melodic.
"The company ... didn't you tell me there was a party tonight?" I felt a lurch in my stomach.
"No, dear ... I said a 'special dinner'. . . just us, I'm afraid. We haven't had a chance to visit much since you've been home and I wanted an opportunity to find out how my boy is," she responded, her eyes traveling over my body slowly.
For a moment I panicked. Then gulping down the remainder of my drink, I stood to refill my glass. She handed me her empty glass and I fled inside. As I slowly mixed the drinks I decided that the only way to make myself comfortable, the only way I might be able to escape my constant thoughts about her, would be to confront her with what Dave had told me. At least if she knew that I knew what had happened I would be able to get some of my angry, indignant and confused feelings out into the open. I took our glasses out to the terrace, sat down facing her, and took a deep breath.
"Dave told me what happened ... how could you? He's my best friend!! " I said, my voice rising in anger as I confronted her.
"What did Dave tell you, dear?" she asked softly, her eyes watching me intently.
"About the beach ... and what you did to him!"
"Was he complaining, sweetheart?" she asked, not in the least bit upset that I knew the secret.
"No ... but that's not the point. How could you?? ? "
"Suck him off? Is that what you mean ... how could I suck on his large, hard cock?"
"Uhh ... Mother!! ! " my voice cracked as I realized how nonchalantly she was speaking to me.
"I like young, handsome, virile men ... like you ... " her voice was soft and caressing. I just sat and stared at her, not knowing what to say or what to do. My heart was beating furiously, and my breath came in short gasps as I looked at the beautiful woman and realized that she was my mother, and that her words were making my cock ache and throb between my legs!
"William, dear ... I like young men ... they can make a woman feel soooo good!"
I was unable to move or think as the woman rose and moved over to sit next to me. She placed her hand on my leg and I felt electric shocks shoot through my body. I was trembling with desire, but I felt that maybe I shouldn't feel those passions. The sensual, sexy woman was also my mother!!
Her warm lips brushed across my face and lingered on my lips. With a frantic lurch I pushed my mouth hard against hers. Suddenly I wanted to fuck her, to have her fuck me over and over. She put her arms around me and pulled her body nearer to mine. Then, with slow, gentle strokes she ran her fingers down my body, soothing and stroking my hot flesh.
Margaret stood up and lifted her white dress. Turning towards me, she rasied her long, slender legs and wrapped them around my neck. Her succulent pussy was right in my face. I could smell her pungent, musky odor and breathed in deeply. Her dark mound undulated beneath my mouth as if inviting me to explore her dripping cunt even further.
I was practically licking my lips in anticipation of the treat my mother was offering me. With frantic hands I pushed her legs further apart so I could gaze at the lovely interior of her treasure. I separated the flesh hiding her slit. Her cunt was hot and pulsating. When she thrust herself closer to my face I could see the hole. My fingers dug into her cunt, feeling the deep satin cavern and searching for the pearl at the end of her fertile valley.
Margaret tightened her muscles as I thrust my fingers into her honey pot. I moved my fingers around, wanting to touch her where it made her feel good. She pushed herself against my mouth and clung to me with her strong legs. My tongue licked and lapped at her throbbing clit. My motions were quick and forceful as she moaned and writhed beneath my eager mouth.
My tongue struck into her hole as I opened the cave with my fingers. I lapped at the dripping juices and felt her cunt grow hot and even wetter with the force of her orgasm. I sucked up her love potion, savoring the sweet, pungent juices.
Then my mother moved away from me, and as I lay there in a daze, I felt her take the tender head of my cock into her warm, wet mouth. She gently fondled my juicy balls as they ached for release and the touch of her magic fingers. She continued to suck on my rigid shaft, drawing it in and out of her succulent mouth. I felt a burning desire in my loins for this lovely, dark woman who was my mother.
My hands traveled all over her luscious, sensuous body, as she continued to take my manhood. She was relaxed on the lounge as my hands roamed over her. I rubbed along her sides and across her full breasts where I paused to fondle and rub her round, brown nipples. I felt her buds respond to my anxious, insistent squeezes. While she worked and stabbed at the hole of my cock, I kneaded my hands around her supple breasts.
As she smiled the musky odor there between my legs, Margaret seemed to grow more excited, and she tugged with her teeth at my sacs. A pang of pleasure shot through me as she continued to bite at my semen-filled sacs. I could feel my body quiver with sheer delight.
But, I was overcome with the need to place my throbbing cock into the inner sweetness of her vagina. I pushed her away and climbed on top of my mother's naked body. Her breath was short and heavy with desire. I felt my fingers disappear back into the valley beneath her silken fur. Her cunt was tight, but very wet, with the juices of her passion.
I worked the tip of my finger lightly around the inside of her valley as she pressed her mouth hard against mine. I plunged my finger deep into her moist interior. Margaret lurched forward with a cry of intense pleasure and began a frantic licking around the inside of my ear.
"Ooooooooohhh ... fuck me ... fuck me!! ! "
"Mother!! ! Ooooohhhh Mother!! " I cried out.
I plunged my hard, pulsating cock into her cunt. We were both breathing heavily as wave after wave of passion swept us onward. She winced in delight as the heat of my tool entered her with a jab. I flicked my penis to feel the walls of her valley as they clutched and pulled my flaming organ deeper and deeper inside.
I had never felt a moment like this in my entire life. My mother ground her hungry, excited body against me with an animal lust that bathed my body in a hot glow. I could feel her climax nearing again as I drove deep and hard inside of her. Clenching my teeth, I emitted a loud cry as she drew her legs up as the first spurt of hot cum shot from my shaft into her quivering exploding valley.
"Ooohhh ... Aaaahhhhhh!! ! "
I could feel her frantic fingers plunge deeply into my anus as my hot fluid continued to pour into her receptive pussy. My body was exploding, sending shivers of electric energy throughout me. We clung together, our bodies writing on the lounge, our arms entwined around each other in a mad embrace.
"Baby ... that was fantastic!! ! ! I knew you would be good ... but you were sooo good!! ! " my mother whispered to me as we lay in the cool evening air.
'Thank you ... I love you, Mom," was all that I could manage to say as I tried to catch my breath.
The remainder of the summer was something I will never forget. Dave returned to stay for a few more days, but even though Mom liked his huge dick and his rugged body, she liked me better. I also made certain that Paul didn't hang around my beautiful mother for those remaining summer months. It was our time and we savored every minute of it.
When I returned to school Mom came to visit and take me into San Francisco several times. The love and the passion were still there, but it was never the same as that incredible summer. We continued our intimate relationship on and off for almost a year, but I was back with my school friends and with Tina. Mom and I just sort of drifted apart sexually.
But, that was the most intense and special summer I have ever had. We remain close friends and can enjoy an intimacy not too many mothers and sons enjoy even though we are both leading separate sexual lives now.
SUMMARY
The case of William W. is illustrative of the way a young man's sexual desires and instincts can be attached to both a 'normal', conventional sex object, Tina, and to another, 'abnormal' sex object, his mother, Margaret. It should be clear from this study that it is possible for a human being to experience a variety of different sexual encounters without any permanent damage to the fragile psyche, even though, as in William's case, one of those relationships is considered to be 'deviant.'
It should be made clear that in Western society today, we are just beginning to study sexuality and sexual relationships objectively, despite the fact that the sexual impulse is a basic and integral part, of human nature which deeply affects the character and conduct of each of us. The ways in which an individual has or has not come to terms with his sexual instincts determines many aspects of his character, including, not only, his own self-confidence, but, also, his capacity for forming relationships with other human beings. This seems to be an important point to remember when looking at William's case. He was able to form and maintain several different sexual relationships, as well as friendships, because he was able to cope with his own sexuality and sexual desires.
Yet, many people cannot do what William accomplished. This seems to be because our society would like to have people disassociate their erotic behavior from the rest of their lives, and, in so doing, treat sex as an unimportant part of their existence. This is considered to be especially true of people, like William, who "either have sexual difficulties which they are ashamed to acknowledge, or a secret sexual life which they feel bound to conceal."(l) However, although, in general, William ought to have felt that way, his socialization obviously spared him such feelings of guilt or the need to hide his incestuous, and socially unacceptable.
I. Pg. 9. Anthony Starr, "Sexual Deviations." able, relationship with his mother.
William, although initially torn between his desire for his mother and his awareness that she was not considered a proper sex object, realized that sex was so important, so pervasive and so intimately connected with every aspect of personality that it could not be separated from the person (himself) as a whole without impoverishing himself. Thus, while fighting his mingled disgust and fascination, William's love and lust for his mother wins out as he watches her make love to Paul and listens avidly to David's story about his encounter with Margaret on the beach.
William seems to realize that what is of key importance, above and beyond the cultural taboos regarding incest, is that when one meets a person, one's attitude towards sexuality-one's own and the other persons'-is significant in the formation of an intimate relationship. And, he further seems to sense that the ideal sexual relationship is probably the deepest and most intimate thing one can experience. This awareness is evidenced quite clearly in his description of his feelings for young Tina and then, later, in his feelings for his mother.
Yet, despite the fact that both William and his mother, Margaret, appear to be free from the guilt and neurosis that are commonly associated with incestuous relationships we cannot overlook the fact that the love that they shared was, indeed, socially 'unacceptable' and considered by most authorities to be an example of sexual 'deviance.' Such authorities feel that a young man can often times be confused about his own sexuality and his sexual nature. Let us examine this theory further to see if it might not be applicable, in some ways, to the case of William W.
A young man "may be merely passing through a youthful and temporary abnormal stage, to reach eventually a more normal and permanent condition. Or, he may, by some undue reaction, have mistaken a subordinate impulse of his nature for the predominate impulse, since we are all made up of various impulses, and the sexually normal man is often a man whom holds in control some abnormal impulse."(2)
Obviously, by his own admission, William's incestuous relationship with his mother was only a temporary stage through which they both passed in that one exciting summer. But, he did not seem
2. Pgs. 12-13. Hmloek EI1) "Psychology of Sex." to feel that his mother was replacing any other sexual object in his life; he cared for her and desired her as a unique and special human being, not as a subordinate for another. Quite clearly, William had felt sexual attraction for a more 'normal' sexual object, Tina, and he did return to her eventually. But, in this particular case, it does not appear that William felt it necessary to hold his 'abnormal impulses', i.e. his incestuous desires, in check.
What makes the case of William W. particularly unique is this last fact. He was initially confused by his feelings of desire for his mother, but he did not find that it was necessary to hide those feelings, nor project them onto a more 'acceptable' sexual object. Although his desires may have not been 'normal impulses' William allowed himself to accept them and then act accordingly without going into deep guilt trips that would affect his future sexual life or future sexual and social adjustment.
Once again we return to the fact that to use terms such as sexual 'deviation' implies the existence of a standard of normality from which, deviation may take place. But, no absolute standard can honestly be discerned, for what is considered to be sexually normal varies widely from both country to country and from era to era. A sexual practice which is considered acceptable in one time and place may very well be abhorred as a perversion in another. And, even within the same culture, each individual may adhere to a different standard of sexual behavior, depending upon the interaction of his upbringing and the strength of his sexual needs. For example, incest was enjoined upon the Pharaohs and the Hawaiian aristocracy but was generally regarded as undesirable for lesser mortals and peoples!
So, William was obviously faced with a strong and urgent sexual desire and an equally imperative sexual taboo. He was not totally committed to the socially acceptable rules of what was 'right' and what was 'wrong.' But, because our subject was an emotionally mature individual he was able to form a stable relationship with his mother, a member of the opposite sex, which was both physically and emotionally satisfying, and in which sexual intercourse formed the main, though not the only, mode of expression of love. We must assume that for the mature person, heterosexual intercourse is generally the most rewarding and, that it will generally be the primary sexual aim for most people, most of the time.
This was certainly the case for William, even though one of the stages that preoccupied his young life was an incestuous relationship with his mother as an attractive and alluring woman who turned him on, and could cease to relate to her solely as his 'Mommy,' he was also able to forego some of the traumas commonly associated with an incestuous relationship. We should all be reassured by this case study insofar as it demonstrates the fact that one can engage in 'forbidden' sexual practices without the ensuing guilt of neurosis that is supposed to accompany such transgressions.
CHAPTER TWO
Marnie H. is an attractive thirty-two year old housewife. Although she has been a widow since her fourteen year old son James was only two years old, Marnie has led an active life, often working part-time as an interior decorator for her brother-in-law, Rob. She has also been quite influential in the raising of her only son, James who is a retired, often times shy, and very attractive young man.
Although she has not remarried, Marnie leads an active social life. Her closest friends are her in-laws, Rob and his wife Grace. Through them Marnie has met a whole new group of swinging friends and frequently attends parties where group sex and sex games are the order of the day. Her attitudes towards sexual freedom are obviously quite contemporary.
But, when I interviewed Marnie she told me that over the past few years she has discovered that she has a very definite sexual preference. Although willing to try most anything once, this remarkable young woman realizes that she is most strongly attracted to young men. They remind her of the young husband she loved and lost.
As Marnie recounted her story, it became quite clear how and why she became involved in an incestuous relationship with her son James. Although this intimate relationship has been ended because Marnie did not want to stifle the future development of her son, she does not regret that it occurred. After hearing her candid and very open revelations, I am convinced, as is she, that neither mother nor son were adversely affected by having a sexually close and very intimate family relationship.--.
After my husband, Darren, died, when James was just a baby, I realized that my life would never be totally normal again. He has been the first and only man I had ever loved. While I knew that eventually I would need and seek out male companionship, even male lovers, I also knew that no one could possibly take Darren's place. He had been such an attractive, virile young man. Even though he was the first man to make love to me, I believed, at the time, that there would never be another man who would be able to satisfy me the way my husband had.
Thinking back on those times, I realize that part of my romantic delusions were due to my extremely young age. I was only seventeen when we married. Darren died and left me with a child when I was eighteen. I certainly had a lot of growing up to do! Thank goodness for his brother, Rob, and his wife, Grace. They were, and still are to this day, my best friends and my saviors.
Rob immediately decided to take me under his wing. I started to work for him occasionally in his interior decorating firm. Grace just became my best friend and confidant. But, more than that, it was Grace who realized that I needed to resume an active and interesting social life. It was through them that I began to meet and enjoy the swinging crowd that they hang out with.
Joining Rob and Grace at the parties they often gave introduced me to the many varieties of sexual pleasure and experimentation that I had often read about in books and magazines. As the time passed, I realized that what turned me on was young men, men about twenty or even younger. They were so much like Darren that I couldn't really get off making love with them. Maybe that is why this whole situation with my son James seems so natural and normal to me, even today.
I guess the whole story began with the big party
Rob and Grace were throwing. At the time, James was fourteen and a very attractive young man. But, that part of the story comes later.
It was going to be quite an extravagant happening, so as I contemplated my costume for the evening I was quite determined to look as seductive and glamorous as possible. Although I had passed the thirtieth year of my life, I certainly didn't believe that everything was downhill from there!
I was an attractive, sexy woman. My body was still sleek and slender. Whenever I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror, I was pleased to see a beautiful dusky woman gazing back at me. My hair was flecked with gold and hung softly to my shoulders, swaying with the slightest movement. The dark, intense eyes that stared back at my reflection were sensuous and mysterious. My ample breasts and full, curvaceous hips remained luscious.
As I dressed for the party, wearing a soft, swirling gown that clung to my body to show off my curves, I realized that tonight would-be different from many of the other swinging happenings I had attended. Grace had promised that she would inject a new note into this get-together. It would be more than casual pairing-off and exits to the bedrooms or out to the patio! I was particularly eager to see what new excitement my sister-in-law had in store for us.
When I arrived at the spacious home, perched on the side of a hill overlooking the city, I could tell that most of the guests had already arrived. There were cars parked in the driveway and all along the narrow road. My heart began to pound with anticipation as I was admitted into the huge, sunken living room that opened out onto a large terrace where most of the guests were congregated.
With a drink in hand I joined the crowd. I knew most everyone there. Our friends were mainly family, relatives of Darren's ... aunts and uncles, cousins and their spouses. But, as I mingled, I was extremely pleased to notice a new face.
There was a young man standing gazing out onto the city lights. He was with my young niece, Linda, but he did not appear terribly interested, so I decided to move in. He was a beautiful man! His dark hair touched his collar and framed a ruggedly handsome face with piercing blue eyes. His hips were slim, but his shoulders looked broad and very strong. That was the kind of rugged, young stud that turned me on.
"Hello ... I'm Marnie and I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting," I murmured seductively as I closed in on him.
"Mark ... " was all he said, raising his glass in a mock salute. But, his eyes were riveted on my full, firm breasts as they pressed against the soft material of my dress, the hard, round nipples protruding noticeably.
"You're new here?"
"A friend of Linda's ... " again his answer was brief, but his eyes and the way he moved his body towards me indicated that he was interested.
"I see ... well, maybe by the end of the evening you will also be a friend of mine," I whispered, linking my arm into his, much to the chagrin of my niece. Linda barely nodded to either of us as she joined the revelry that was beginning in the living room.
While Mark and I rubbed against each other, the noise from inside, the loud cries of approval and glee, increased to the point where we felt inclined to move closer to the door to see what was now occurring.
"You do like it, don't you?" Arthur asked Linda as he flashed his naked phallus in her pretty young face.
The young child looked at her uncle with a kind of horror. She was so slight, so fragile and defenseless, that for a brief moment I almost wished that her friend, Mark, had stayed with her. But, Linda was also used to our wild parties and it seemed that tonight she was to be introduced to the clan in the most intimate way. That thought excited me as I watched the frail, blonde child staring at her uncle's rapidly expanding organ.
While Arthur spoke to the girl, he was already caressing the open mouth of the young girl. It appeared as though she had abandoned any idea of resisting his advances. Linda was pushed down onto his lap and gazed down at the huge gland rigidly erect and pointing towards her face. She bent forward, her fair hair cascading around her face, and nibbled at the head of Arthur's penis. As she breathed in deeply, his strong odor must have excited her as her mouthing grew more vigorous and her uncle grew even harder.
Linda spiraled around the massive prick with her tongue. He pumped and plunged into her mouth. His temper and excitation were so great that the child almost suffocated with his powerful movements.
"Suck well, sweetheart. Go on, do it well ... do it perfectly!" he commanded.
Obviously Mark was turned on by the spectacle as I was. His arm tightened around my waist, his hand inched up and began to caress my throbbing tit. I let my own hand slide down from his waist to the crack between his ass cheeks and rubbed eagerly as we continued to watch. Although a few of the guests had already disappeared into one of the many bedrooms, most everyone was spellbound by the show that Arthur was putting his niece through.
Defenseless, Linda could hardly breathe, let alone answer her rampaging, thrusting uncle. Try hard as she could, she was unable to take all of his prick into her small mouth, but she did find the energy to take as much of the swollen tool as she could with her very active tongue.
With one hand she moved to the bristling pubic hairs and beneath to his balls. Her hand cupped the heavy testicles and her trembling fingers began a gentle massage of the semen filled sacs. Arthur continued to pump in and out of her pretty, young mouth, his head thrown back in abandon. He seemed to sense that we were all enjoying the initiation of the trembling young virgin.
With various movements of her head, up and down and from side to side, Linda began to masturbate her uncle in earnest. The veins in his cock began to expand as she increased the feroci of her sucking. Her hand grasped Arthur's penis feverishly, and her head bowed over the pulsating, mushroomed head that was beginning to ooze a milky white liquid ever so slowly. The pretty girl began to bite on his erect tool as though she wished to devour his entire essence.
As we watched, his cock began to pulsate with a sudden spasm, and before Linda could pull away her mouth was full of salty, burning come. As she gagged, trying to swallow her uncle's semen, she looked up with a sweet, innocent bewildered expression on her flushed face. But, the child was not displeased with the mouthfuls of come that continued to dump into her throat. She even went back to sucking the prick as though trying to get every last drop of the precious fluid. When she finished, Linda smiled down at her uncle and kissed his mouth passionately.
"Little wench!! ! I had no idea you were so good with that mouth of yours! ! Did you enjoy that?" Arthur asked the slender girl who still sat on his lap, her round breasts heaving beneath the soft halter top she was wearing.
"It was wonderful ... you tasted sooooo good!! " was all the girl said as she stood up and tried to arrange herself.
By that time, most all of us were quite ready to begin activities of our own. It was like watching a porno film or looking at pictures of naked people fucking! ! That act had managed to turn everyone on, especially me. Mark was clutching at my breast, and all I could think about was getting that virile, young man someplace where we could play our own sex games.
"Let's get out of here ... we can go to my place," Mark suggested in feverish tones, his breath coming in short, excited gasps.
"No need to travel ... I just live down the hill," I answered, not wanting to wait any longer then was necessary to see what this young man could do in bed. He nodded without saying a word.
As we walked through the living room I noticed that already Grace was on her knees giving Rob head, her mouth sucking in every inch of his massive cock. Linda lay on the couch, her dress pulled high above her waist and her panties on the floor. An older man, that I did not recognize, was rubbing the flaming head of his cock around the pink hole of her sex. She was lurching and moaning in delight with his every motion.
Everyplace we looked as we made our silent exit, there were frenzied sexual activities occurring. I guess what surprised me most was the three young women, all nieces, who had totally disrobed and were entwined in one corner of the room sucking and tonguing each other with wild cries of delight. Mark was looking at the three nymphs, too, and for a moment I wondered if he was contemplating the pleasures of younger flesh than mine. But, his hand gripped my waist tightly and led me towards the door.
I knew that James would be at home. He very rarely went out on week-ends, and when he did he always returned home early. But, I certainly was surprised to see that he was still awake and sitting in the living room watching television when Mark and I arrived. I really didn't want to introduce the two men. I wasn't certain if Mark had realized how much his senior I actually was. And, as I gazed at the attractive boy who was my son, I felt a funny pang of regret that he should see me with another man.
"Mark ... this is my son James," I said simply, leading my new lover upstairs to the bedroom before either of the men had a chance to say anything.
When the bedroom door was closed, Mark charged for me. My flimsy dress was torn away, leaving me standing only in sheer panties that did not hide my golden bush. He gazed at my soft, voluptuous body with lust in his blue eyes. I moved towards him eagerly, but the young man was already ripping away his own garments.
When he stood before me, his youthful body filled out with strong muscles and tapering into narrow hips, I gasped. Mark was tanned from time spent on the beach and work in the hot sun. He looked like a young Greek God to me. I could feel the moisture between my legs begin to trickle down the inside of my thighs. I wanted this man to fuck me, to take my body and ravage it as he pleased. My breath was coming in gasps of passion as he approached me.
"Lie down!" he ordered.
Without thinking of the questioning he wanted, I dropped down on my bed. He towered above me, his piercing eyes raping my naked body as he stared down at me. I reached up towards him, but Mark ignored my gesture. His sex was growing hard and erect, pointing from his muscular body like a steel rod. It was so large, so perfect that all I wanted to do was touch it, have it ramming deep inside of me!
'Take off those stupid panties!" his voice was hard.
I ripped the silken garment from my body and saw him lunge for my furry patch. His face buried itself into the soft fur, then pushed down further to reach my treasure. I spread my legs, but he shoved them further apart with his eager hands. I could feel his warm breath on my cunt as he parted my throbbing lips and plunged his tongue into my slit.
"Ooohhh ... oooohhhh!! ! " I screamed out as he bit into my inflamed little clit.
Marked worked his tongue over and over the tiny, erect organ between my thighs. His mouth was hot and he sucked on my flesh passionately. I thrust my body up towards his face, wanting him to take all of me. His tongue stabbed and darted at the pink clitoris while his eager fingers moved down to spread open my secret valley.
I felt his fingers plunge deep inside my moist cunt, touching the inner walls and searching for my hidden pearl. My body twisted and writhed beneath his touches. I wanted to touch his organ, to feel its massive throbbing inside my hands while he ate me, but Mark kept his tool pressed against my leg, well out of reach of my grappling hands.
The immense heat of his steel rod seemed to burn its brand into me as he devoured my dripping sex.
"Fuck me ... please fuck me!! ! "
"All in good time! I want to savor your passion juices first ... then we will fuck."
"Let me touch your rod ... " I begged.
Mark ignored me, his face buried in my cunt. With his ringers spreading my hole wide, he plunged his tongue into my vaginal hole. I lurched forward crying out. He lapped around the entrance to my sweet sex, his tongue urgent and demanding. I felt as though my entire body were exploding as wave after wave of orgasm converged on me. Yet, he did not stop his explorations and I could feel his mouth sucking on my flesh with increased urgency as my juices dripped into his waiting mouth.
Then, as I thought I would split into a million different pieces, Mark drew his wet mouth away from my sex. I dropped back onto the bed, trying to catch my breath. My eyes were half closed, my full tits heaving with fury of what he had done to me. Mark knelt above me and smiled with certain satisfaction.
"Now ... this time you will really feel it. I mean business. Prepare yourself!! " His words made me shiver in anticipation!
And, in one mighty lunge of his magic wand, Mark was inside of my wet pussy snug and warm. As I opened my eyes and looked up at this man who was lunging into me, I had the odd sensation that I was being devirginized for a second time. Darren's image flashed before my eyes, then receded until all I could see or feel or hear was this perfect young man who was plummeting my vagina.
I could practically taste his cock as he rammed in and out of me. I moved to and fro trying to catch his frantic rhythm as his staunch piston drove further and further into my hungry slit. It was as if Mark had invaded my entire body with his gigantic tool that he powered with such incredible, youthful might.
I grabbed his hips and tried to make him abide to a movement I could follow, but his vigor was enormous. Finally, we synchronized our gestures and our passions, and soon in a perfect bliss, building and building, we moved towards the supreme moment.
"My God!! ! You are so hard ... so strong ... like a young bull!" I cried out, not caring if the whole world heard my ecstasy.
Our naked bodies ground together. I thrust hard to meet him, feeling my tiny clit being massaged by the full weight of his virile body. My arms wound around his powerful shoulders, pulling him ever closer to me as I felt the heat of my climax filling my entire body. As the shocks shot through me, I clung even harder to this strong young man, not wanting the sensations to stop, not wanting to let him stop making me come and come and come!
Mark let me hold his body deep into my cunt as my muscles contracted madly around his cock, pulling him further and further inside of me. I pushed at the taut muscles of his ass trying to drive him even deeper within my interior. I massaged my hard little clit against the hardness of his pelvis and the climaxes just continued and continued until I was a writhing, screaming madwoman, clutching .to this young man with a strength I did not know I possessed.
"I'm going to come!! ! " Mark's voice gushed out of him as he began to pump again, but never pulling all the way out of me, never leaving my precious clit.
As I held his strong shoulders and felt the shudder pass through his virile, body, I also could feel the heat of his semen as it burst into my throbbing sex. My orgasms were not over and we seemed to draw together with the intensity of what was happening to our bodies. His hot, white cum kept spurting into my receptive hole, and my muscles were contracting so wildly that I felt as though I was milking his organ for every drop of the precious fluid it contained.
When the fury of our fulfillment had subsided, we still held each other, Mark's body resting on top of me as he, too, tried to catch his breath. Our bodies were dripping with perspiration and exuded the pungent odor of our mingled passions. My arms were tight around his body, holding him as near to me as possible without the actual merging of our selves.
"That was beautiful!! ! " I managed to murmur in his ear before we both dropped off into dreamless, peaceful sleep.
It was only a few days later that Grace and I were sitting in my kitchen, drinking steaming cups of coffee and talking about our lives. She was my greatest friend and my only true confidant. There was nothing I could not tell my sister-in-law, including my memories of the night spent entwined in Mark's arms.
"He was so much like Darren ... so alike and so different. I mean, Darren used to make me come, but this was not just coming ... it was falling apart, losing control and never wanting it to end," I tried to explain.
"Linda was upset when you left together," Grace said quietly.
"She's a child ... there are plenty more young men for her. Mark is mine, now," I replied with more confidence than I really felt regarding the young man. After all, he had not called me since our night of passion.
"Children are funny about being upstaged," Grace replied.
"No one is going to take him from me now ... he reminds me too much of the things that Darren and I never got to share ... that intense, overwhelming passion that we never had a chance for because of the accident. It was getting to the point where we could really let loose, and then that god damned accident ruined it all ... " I said, drifting off into the sacred, special memories of the first, and only, few months of my marriage.
Darren had never told me that he expected or wanted anything more from me than simply to be his wife. But, our first nights together in bed had shown us both that we shared not only real love, but a sexual lust for each other as well.
After the first few times of experimentation, we had discovered that we were both turned on by making love in a variety of positions, in a wide range of ways. What always comes to my mind is the night he came home from work very late.
I was certain that Darren had already found another woman, or that there was still a lady from before our wedding. But, when late that evening, he came into our room and gazed at my nude body, barely covered by the sheets, I knew that I was wrong. No man who has just spent himself with another woman could have had such hunger in his eyes!
The sheets were thrown back, covering only the extreme lower half of my body. I knew that my husband could see the beginnings of my furry bush as he gazed at me with such lust and admiration. I moved slightly, wanting Darren to believe that I had been asleep, not waiting for his return.
As I watched his grave eyes grow insisting, I knew that this late hour was perfect for us, and that it was in excellent timing for my husband to have aroused me in the middle of a most sensual and erotic fantasy.
Darren threw off his clothes and, in a way, he began to violate me, since he thought I was either asleep or only semi-conscious. He bit into my ear, his tongue licking around and around the sensitive area. He moved quickly to my legs where the love bites began again. Then, with no regard to my stirring, he bit into my behind. Darren's peculiar state of lust let him suck on my tight pussy as though it were some rare delicacy.
I was by this time driven to passionate heights and I grabbed his cock and chewed on the majestic rod. We were ransacking each other for the pure delights of the flesh, and it was evident that we had discovered each other for the first time that really counted.
Suddenly Darren lept up and put his fingers on my heaving shoulders.
"Marnie ... I love you!! ! "
"I know ... I love you too," was all I could say as I tried to catch my breath from his attack of my tired body.
He took my hand and placed it on his half-limp cock. We gazed at each other with bright eyes of love. I placed my arms around his neck and squeezed tightly, knowing that I could never love another man as I loved Darren.
"Now ... my sweet love, we are going to make love ... " he murmured into my ear.
He placed his stiff prick at the love lips of my cunt. He slipped his throbbing member into the warm bush that guarded my hole and then past the silken hair and into the tight, dark hole. I arched back and accepted the full weight of this handsome man, my husband.
Darren's hand crawled up and down my spine and finally came to a rest at my firm, round buttocks. He squeezed and then pushed my ass firmly against his body. My tongue was already firmly and deeply within his mouth. As he shoved me harder and harder against him, out tongues intertwined in serpentine delight. Our saliva was mixed with the tepid flow of our juices as the sweet, fragrant juices of my cunt coated his ram rod prick.
Darren continued to thrust in and out of my pussy, his hard prick touching the pearl at the end of my valley with each mighty thrust. I felt myself starting to lose control, starting to forget what movements to concentrate upon and begin to respond to his jabbing the way that felt best I had never felt an orgasm coming quite like this one. I was no longer the master of my ship, no longer able to calculate what would make Darren feel good. All I could sense was the welling inside of myself and my own overpowering need to grind against him.
Before I ever felt my own heat radiate throughout my body, I could feel Darren's hard rod begin to shudder. He thrust down harder and harder against me, pushing every inch of his tool into my cunt as the fiery liquid spurted forth. My vagina was contracting madly around his cock as it shot forth its splendid juices. I was certain we had finally achieved the ultimate orgasm.
"He was just so damned perfect in his own way," I finished when I finally came back to the reality of talking to Grace.
'The first one always seems to be perfect," she commented, obviously not as romantic a creature as I was.
"And, now, the only men that really can get me off are young like he was. Young and virile and demanding. Mark was like that."
After I uttered those words, a remote picture of Darren and, then, his only son James came into my mind. I was not certain what exactly I was seeing, or why, but I do know that for one brief second father and son were merged into one.
There will be others, remember that," Grace said, losing interest in the conversation.
"James is much like his father. He looks exactly like Darren did when I first met him," I commented nonchalantly.
"For God's sake, Marnie!! ! Of course ... Jimmy has always looked like his dad."
"More and more every day ... he's really quite an attractive young boy. It's a pity though, he is so damn antisocial," I said, wondering why James was the sole preoccupation of my mind.
After Darren died, I had cared for and loved James, but he had always been so alike his father that I had shied away from any real close contact with my son. Now, as I spoke to his aunt, I realized how much I missed my son, how little I really knew about him and how much I desired to know.
"How old is he?" she asked, also suddenly alert to the existence of a boy who had been a part of our lives for many years.
"Fourteen ... almost fifteen. And, still he does nothing but read and study and occasionally play baseball. So unlike his father."
"No girl friends?" Grace queried, her face expressing more than polite interest.
"Girls!! ! ! I don't think he knows what they are made for!! "
"Maybe someone ought to show him. It's about time ... after all, sweet little Linda just turned sixteen last month and look how well she has adapted!" Grace smiled knowingly as she spoke.
"What?"
"Little Linda ... look how well she performed what she was taught. I have been considered a master by some people, you know," my sister-in-law confided, but as yet I still could not follow the logic of her comments. All I could think about was my son and how terribly backward he seemed to be in an age of sexual liberation and experimentation.
"Please, Grace, what in the hell are you talking about?" I asked, trying to retain my composure, something that often became difficult with Grace.
"Where the fuck do you think Linda gained enough composure to suck Arthur off?? ? Certainly that child couldn't have figured out what to do all by herself!! "
"I thought we were talking about Jimmy."
"He can learn what to do, too," Grace said simply.
"What?? ? ? Learn how to do what?? ? ? " I was slightly confused and also very much interested in what I thought my sister-in-law was referring to.
"Learn how to fuck and suck and lick and whatever else the proper lover should know how to do. I taught Linda. I could teach James," Grace made her offer so openly that for a moment I was taken off guard.
A sex teacher!! ! Not a sex education class where someone told you what was 'right' and 'wrong' or when it was 'proper' to engage in sexual activity. But, a real teacher who could instruct my son in technique and sensual pleasure! If James could learn the marvels of intercourse, he might someday be exactly like his father. The whole idea intrigued me more than I wanted to admit at that time.
"You?? ? You're his aunt!! ! " I said, realizing how impossible her proposal actually was.
"I'm Linda's aunt ... and Alice would help initially," she explained.
"But Alice is only thirteen!! Alice is Jimmy's cousin!! ! "
"Alice is very good. I taught her too!! ! But, at a much younger age than most. I wanted someone to help me out. Jesus!! ! How the hell do you think all our young relatives know what to do?? I TAUGHT THEM!! " Grace boasted.
My mind flashed on James. He was almost fifteen and an attractive young man that many people thought was several years older than he actually was. His body was slim, his shoulders tapered down to slender hips that he always accentuated by wearing his levis almost around his crotch! His light hair, flecked with gold like mine, and his dark eyes, like his fathers', made him entirely too handsome a boy to leave cooped up in his room simply because he knew nothing else. I knew that Grace would be perfect.
"I think I would like to be there ... just in case he needs to talk to someone," I said, sounding like a mother.
"Shit!! ! If he has questions, I'll answer them. ... or Alice. You'd only make him nervous!"
"Could I watch ... if Jimmy didn't know?" I asked.
As soon as the words left my mouth I realized that what I really wanted to see was James, naked and learning all about sexual delights. Then, maybe, he might be mine again. All mine. If he took after his father, James would be the perfect lover and that idea made my mouth water. More than anything, at that moment, I wanted Grace and her daughter Alice to take my son as their new pupil. If they could teach him, then, someday, I might be able to rediscover the man who had been his father.
It was not difficult to persuade James to visit his aunt and his cousin. He was such an obedient young boy that all I had to do was suggest, as arranged with Grace, that he go to their house and enjoy the swimming pool, and off he went. What James did not realize was that I was following close behind, not wanting to miss anything that was about to occur.
Grace and Alice were both lounging outside around the pool when James arrived in the backyard. He stood quite still, gazing at the two women who were both very naked, leaning towards each other in conversation. His eyes were fastened on their glistening bodies as though he did not know what to do or say.
"Hi ... come on in and join us, dear," Grace said to her nephew.
Grace was lying on her side facing Alice. Her dark hair was radiating highlights from the hot sun, her clear eyes were obviously excited by the prospects for the afternoon. Her full, womanly body was luxurious, ripe breasts still firm and ample and hips that curved perfectly from her small waist. James just stared at her nakedness as he moved across the yard towards them.
"Hi Jimmy ... " Alice said smiling up at her cousin with a pert, rosy grin. She was slight and very slender. Her child-like buds were just beginning to blossom, their tiny pink tips standing out from her body. She was still straight like a young child, but there was the beginning of the swelling of her hips and a soft, downy bush between her legs.
"Hi ... " James murmured as he lay down his towel and tried to look away from the two pretty woman who were so close to him.
While my son attempted to soak up the sun, Grace reached over and began to trail her fingers along the slim belly of her daughter. Alice closed her eyes in delight while her beautiful mother caressed her body with loving fingers. Her hands pulled the young girl closer to her on the grass.
With eager strokes, Grace began to massage the child's small tits, pulling on the pink tips and then letting the soft flesh bounce back against the girl's body. Alice moaned and pushed herself closer to her mother's hands. She placed her rosy mouth over the woman's and thrust her tongue into the warm, moist cavern. Their tongues touched and lapped at each other as their bodies pressed closer together.
"My dear baby ... I want you!" Grace cried out.
"Take me, mother, take me, please!"
The dark-haired woman knelt above her daughter and spread her slender thighs gently. Alice arched herself up towards the woman, but Grace pushed her back to the ground with urgent hands. She rubbed the girl's hot flesh slowly. Moving from her pert little breasts down a line to her silky bush, Grace kneaded the child's smooth skin with rhythmic motions.
When Grace reached Alice's golden bush she rubbed her fingers through the fine hair. The girl's legs were already wide open to permit easy access to the treasure that lay between them. Her mother moved down inside the creamy thighs and gazed with delight up into her child's sweet sex. Alice pushed her cunt towards her mother and the woman placed her hand on the golden mound, rubbing and massaging carefully.
James had rolled over and was staring intently at the scene before him. I could see, from my hiding place on the upper patio, that there was a bulge in his swimming trunks and a heated, passionate smile on his face. The boy did not seem concerned that his relatives might notice his intense interest in their activities. I don't think James even realized that he was watching with such interest. He was lost in the sexual game as a much younger child loses himself at the circus!
Grace was rubbing the interior of Alice's legs as they lay wide open to permit a full view of her throbbing, young vagina. She was positioned so that James could also see the pulsating pink flesh between her legs. The older woman carefully slid her hand between the child's outer lips and spread the flesh. With slow, deliberate movements she rubbed her daughter's tiny clitoris until the organ was distended and throbbing madly. Alice moaned loudly as the stroking became more and more rapid. Her slender body twisted on the ground with each new stroke across her hot clit.
"Oooohhh ... more ... don't stop!! " Alice cried.
"Easy baby ... "
As she continued to stab at the girl's clit, Grace turned her ample body so that the child could also have easy access to her own pussy. Alice eagerly put her face between her mother's thighs, savoring the pungent odor of her wet valley. She plunged her fingers deep into the dripping hole, then pulled them out and sucked eagerly on the glistening fingers.
"You taste wonderful!! " Alice murmured.
Grace now put her hungry mouth against Alice's moist little cunt, her tongue lapping at the sweet juices that were flowing and running down her inner thighs. Her tongue worked on the throbbing clit easily until the child again began her frantic thrusting into Grace's hole. Then, with increasing passion, the woman pushed her mouth against the pink sex and dug her tongue into the child's tight pussy.
I could not believe how turned on I was getting watching those two women rolling on the grass. They were buried in each other, sucking and licking without regard to their audience. I could feel my own juices flowing as I watched their ecstasy mount, and as I watched my son's huge bulge throbbing between his legs.
Grace was on top of her daughter, her ass in the air as the girl stabbed in and out of her slit with both hands. The woman's face was buried deep in the innocent young valley, feeling the silken interior of her child's sex. As the girl's hands grabbed ever more eagerly at her mother's cunt, Grace let out a slow moan of satisfaction. Alice lurched forward to suck in every drop of the glistening love potion that her mother was giving her as the waves of orgasm made Grace's lovely body shudder.
Take it all ... take it all baby!! ! Love your mother perfectly!! ! " Grace cried out even as she continued to work on her daughter's little treasure.
With an almost savage passion, Grace thrust her finger deep into Alice's vagina, feeling the tight muscles expand and contract wildly around her finger. She pushed down hard an the girl's clit with the palm of her hand, massaging the pulsating organ as she thrust in and out of the wet hole. Alice shoved her slender pelvis towards Grace, pushing harder and harder against her mother's hand as her own climax engulfed her.
"Oooohhh ... aaahhhhh!! ! " the child screamed.
Grace did not let up on the pressure she was applying to the child's pussy and Alice was writhing and twisting on the ground like a frenzied animal. The orgasm did not end. She lurched violently beneath Grace's beautiful body, grabbing at her ample breasts and squeezing the flesh in ecstasy. Grace licked the inside of the child's soft thighs, wanting her to experience intense and indescribable pleasure.
When Alice finally calmed down, the two women remained together on the grass. Grace shifted her naked body slightly so she could wrap the little girl in her arms and lovingly stroke and kiss her pretty face and golden hair. Alice clung to her mother, small shudders of excitement still causing her slight, young body to tremble. They were both breathing heavily with passion, but the glow of satisfaction was on both of their faces.
James was still staring at his aunt and his cousin. His breath was coming in short, excited gasps and the rise between his legs had not gone down. While the two women clung together, my son reached his hand down inside, his bathing suit and began to pull on his hard organ to relieve the pressure and tension that had built up during the love scene he had witnessed. As his pumping became more vigorous, Grace turned towards James with a surprised look on her face.
"Dear ... come over here to me ... let me help with that!" Grace called out in low, seductive tones.
James looked at her in surprise. He moved his hand out of his pants quickly and started to turn away in acute embarrassment.
"Dear sweet Jimmy ... don't be afraid ... we won't eat you alive, I promise! Please come here," Grace pleaded.
My son looked down and couldn't respond from a streak of deep-rooted timidity. But, Grace left Alice and moved over to the boy. She pulled him up and wrapped her arms around the youngster. Her nude warmth seemed to help matters. James obviously loved the feel of her body and moved his head from side to side, rubbing it against her full, ripe breasts.
"Come on Jimmy ... take off your trunks," Grace suggested quietly.
'Take them off???" James asked, a red flush covering his young face.
"Of course. Do you want me to help you?"
Before young James could ponder the question, his aunt was helping him off with his swimming trunks. Between his well-muscled thighs stood his rigid tool. Grace looked with delight at the size of the boy's erect cock and seemed somewhat surprised to see the proportions of such a young and innocent looking young boy.
Grace began to rub the sex of the hot, panting boy with an air of complete concentration. Alice was propped up on her elbow watching the initiation of her cousin with eager eyes. I was practically coming as I watched my son learning the fine art of sex from an experienced and loving teacher. How I wished that it could have been me down there instead of Grace. But, as I gazed at her rubbing on my son's fine piece of meat, I knew that my turn would come, and when it did James would know how to satisfy me!!
"Have you ever done this before?? ? "
James looked up at her completely abashed. He swallowed hard and failed to respond.
"Tell me, Jimmy, have you ever licked a woman?" Grace asked quietly.
"No ... I never have ... " James answered, squirming with both embarrassment and the pleasure he was feeling as his aunt played with his steel rod.
"Good ... then I will teach you ... let your aunt show you how to make love!"
"Yesss!! ! " James cried out, thrusting his penis harder into her hand.
Grace led the boy's right hand down to her pussy and he began to finger the wet bush eagerly. His hand pushed against her dark mound as he pushed inside the dripping cunt with his eager finger and rubbed around the interior of her hole to feel the satin smooth sides of his aunt's treasure.
Then with a brisk movement, Grace pushed James down and buried his face in her cunt. He pulled away for an instant as if to catch his breath, then plunged his face back between her legs and sucked in the musky fragrance that exuded from the lovely cunt. He separated the outer lips of her vagina and his tongue began to stab at her throbbing clitoris as she moaned with pleasure.
They sank to the ground, and Grace turned to place her mouth on Jimmy's rigid cock. She was on top of the young boy, her shapely ass in the air and her dripping honey pot above his hungry mouth. She sank down on his organ, drawing its full length into her mouth and sucking the blood gorged tip. James opened her valley with one hand and with the other began his curious probbings of her mysteries.
Grace sat on his face almost smothering the boy with her fragrant pussy, but he didn't seem to mind as he was so engrossed with exploring and examining her throbbing vagina. His tongue flicked out at her tiny organ as she ground her ass against him. While he shoved his fingers into her hole, the woman rapidly sucked on his penis, her hands massaging and caressing his sacs. James was moaning and lunging beneath her, almost unable to continue his own playing when Grace began her licking in earnest. She stabbed her tongue into the hole in his tip and then ran her tongue around the flaming head of his cock in tight circles.
James continued to rub her hole, but was concentrating more and more on jamming his arching rod in and out of her warm mouth. Grace reached under his tight ass and began to run her finger around the hole of his anus, feeling the muscles tighten as she massaged him. Then, as the older woman felt her nephew's body begin to tense with the beginning of his orgasm, she pulled her mouth away from his throbbing cock.
"Alice ... come here!! " she called out.
The lovely girl sprang up and came to her mother. James was panting as he lay on the ground. He reached down to begin pulling on his own organ to gain relief. But, Grace pushed his hand away at the same time that she pushed her daughter down to the ground.
"Get on her, Jimmy!! ! Fuck Alice now!! ! "
With obvious relief, the boy rolled over and kneeled between his cousin's slender thighs. His tool was pointed straight at her tight pink slit and he lurched forward. He felt his cock enter her warm, wet pussy. With a cry, James bent forward over her prone body and plunged the full length of his cock deep inside of Alice. She reached up and grabbed her cousin's strong shoulders, pulling him closer to her as he pumped in and out, his balls slapping against her little firm ass.
"Ooooohhh ... Jimmy, you are good ... so good!" Alice shouted into his ear.
James was ramming in and out of the tender valley, his eyes tightly shut and his body tense and eager like a wild animals. Alice ground her pelvis against him as he lunged his rod further into her with every thrust. Then, as Grace bent over the youngsters, her hand massaging Jimmy's anus, his body tensed and he dropped his entire weight into the girl's cunt, feeling her muscles pulling on his penis and demanding him to release his essence. Grace jabbed her finger deep into his anus and he cried out in delight.
Alice grabbed frantically at him, writhing beneath the force and fury of his orgasm. His hot come spurted deep into her hole and as she gasped with delight, the fiery liquid began to run out of her cunt. James kept thrusting, his body dropping onto the child's pert little tits, until he had shot off the very last drop of his come. Then, in total exhaustion, he dropped down onto Alice and she wrapped her arms around him and drew her thighs tightly around his back while he rested.
"Not bad for a virgin!! ! " Grace said finally and then laughed. James turned and rolled off his pretty cousin. He put his head in his aunt's lap and gazed up at her with a curious smile on his face. He no longer resembled the innocent lad that had entered the backyard earlier.
"You are a very good teacher. Thank you ... I'll remember everything you taught me!" the young man said and kissed the inside of her thigh.
"And you are an apt pupil ... " Grace reached down and stroked his limp organ.
I stood on my trembling legs and made my way home. I had never been so turned on in my life! James was beautiful and I could hardly wait for him to return home so that I could have my chance with him. He was going to be a perfect lover!
When I got to the house I was surprised to discover that Mark was just pulling into the driveway. I knew my son would not be home for awhile, and the prospect of making it with Mark was exciting. I was so horny that I knew we would have a glorious afternoon.
"Hi ... " I called out to the virile young man.
"Busy?" he asked.
"No, come on in," I answered, linking my arm in his and leading him inside.
We sat on the couch in the living room and Mark began to run his strong hands along my thighs, pushing insistently up between my legs to the wet patch on my panties.
But, as soon as I felt Mark's hand touch the moisture all I could see or hear or think about was my son! It had been James who was responsible for the fragrant love juices dripping between my legs and it was James that I wanted. I pulled away from Mark, not knowing how to explain what I was feeling, but knowing for certain that I would wait for my son to return home.
Mark left, bewildered and angry. I could never tell him that it was my son who had turned me on, but I did make it clear that I did not want him to make love to me anymore. I sat in the living room, sipping a drink and waiting for James, my mind wandering as I remembered the scene I had witnessed earlier in the day at Grace's house.
When James came home his face was flushed with the sun and excitement. He came into the living room to greet me, and I felt my heart lurch with pleasure at the mere sight of him. His youthful, well-muscled body rippled when he moved, and I could make out the faint outlines of his sex beneath the tight fitting trunks he wore.
"Sit down, dear," I said softly, motioning to a place very close to me on the couch.
"Sure, Mom ... " James looked at me with a strange, fiery light in his eyes. I wondered if he was thinking about the same thing that I was.
Without uttering another word, no longer able to restrain my lust for my only son, I leaned over to him and kissed him firmly on the mouth. James did not seem startled, nor did he try to pull away from my embrace. He opened his mouth and allowed my hungry tongue to enter his warm cavern. Slowly, as though trying to make absolutely certain that what he did was correct, James put his strong arms around me and drew me close to his naked chest.
As we kissed and tongued each other, my son grappled with his trunks and pulled them off. We rolled on to the floor, still clinging to each other. I was wearing only my bikini and could feel my son's nakedness pressing hard against me. Wanting to gaze once more at his naked body, I stood up, hands on my voluptuous hips and looked down on Jimmy's visibly pulsating cock.
"You are hard and big, dear."
His lust-thickened penis jerked of its own accord, hot with desire. He looked up at me. My body was glistening with dewdrops of fevered perspiration and one of the straps of my bathing suit bra had slipped down over my shoulder permitting one lushly ripened breast to hang practically free. James could just see the beginning of my pink nipple. My gold flecked hair was wild and disarrayed and I felt like I wanted to devour my precious young son.
I leaned down over James, smiling an invitation, and my cleavage deepened and bunched together as I began to massage his strong chest.
"Relax ... just close your eyes and relax!" I whispered hoarsely.
Jimmy closed his eyes and let my hands roam where they desired. My fingers felt their way all over his body, kneading his flesh in a sensuous way, massaging, exciting, arousing. I pinched the nipples on his chest and put my hot, hungry mouth to them, letting my tongue twirl slowly around them.
I rubbed his stomach, feeling Jimmy breathe deeply. My moist mouth with my soft tongue was all over his belly, probing into his bellybutton and swirling close to his frantically pulsating cock.
I knew that I was headed for his groin. That was where I wanted to be, that was where all of this play would finally culminate. My fingers kneaded his flesh towards his crotch, my mouth moving inexorably towards the massively thickened penis. James was moaning beneath me, but his body was still. I could feel him trying not to tremble as my hands and wet mouth moved down his hard stomach.
Then, I lurched down and pulled the thick mushroom head of his cock into my soft warm mouth. James twisted beneath me as he felt my wetly parted lips slowly tighten around his violently pulsing penis and he moaned aloud, opening his eyes and craning his head to watch my wild, eager sucking.
The other shoulder strap slid off my shoulder and both of my full breasts were hanging deliriously out, their nipples pointed and hard. James watched as my mouth opened wide and my velvety lips wrapped lovingly around his lust-swollen cock. I sucked lightly and enticingly on his hard pulsating shaft. I could feel my son's body jerk and jump beneath me when the tip of my stabbing tongue flicked over the tiny opening at the end of his cock.
My bikini panties were soaked at the crotch with the dripping juices from my cunt. James reached down and pulled my bathing suit off and I felt a sudden relief at being totally naked. I felt the cool air hit my swollen vaginal lips and my firm ass. James gazed with lust at my nakedness.
My son moaned loudly as I put my hand around his thick shaft near the base. Slowly, I began stroking back and forth. At the same time I began sucking harder with my warm, starving mouth. I took as much of his throbbing cock into my mouth as I could, feeling his young body pumping frantically into my wet cavern. I gradually pulled my mouth away until my lips were sucking and stabbing at the blood gorged head.
"Mother!! ! " James cried out, pulling my face up to his and dragging my naked body on top of him.
"I'm going to make love to you, Mother!! ! " he said softly into my ear as I straddled his body.
I could feel the heat of his massive tool as he rubbed it back and forth between my slender thighs. The tip kept stroking and brushing against my flaming clit, as e held my shoulders firmly and continued to massage my sex. I pulled my ass up and raised my cunt until I could feel the head of his penis touching the entrance of my valley.
"Now, baby ... fuck me now!! " I begged him.
James thrust his body towards mine and I felt the heat of his pulsating tool as it entered my dripping pussy. My vaginal muscles contracted wildly around the stroking tool, drawing him further towards the pearl at the end of my hole. James was clutching my shoulders tightly, drawing my body closer to him.
My full, ripe melons dragged against his chest as I swayed back and forth on his giant rod, my clit massaging against the firmness of his body. I could feel his curly pubic hairs tickle and titillate my sex as he helped me move on top of him. I leaned forward and swirled my hard, erect nipples against his chest. My son brought his head forward and took one of my erect buds into his mouth.
While I continued to gyrate on top of his huge cock, feeling the tool rub all along the inner walls of my vagina, James sucked on my tits, pulling the tender flesh deep into his hungry mouth and sucking passionately. I could feel my fingers digging into his flesh as his tool rammed into me, deeper and deeper with every wild thrust.
"Oh! You are so hard ... you feel so strong!"
My son pushed me straight, holding my shoulders with his strong hands. In that position I could feel the entire length of his powerful shaft penetrate and rip at my aching pussy. My clit was pushing against his hard body as we moved our bodies together in orgiastic delight. I felt the shivers begin to surround my entire body. I was losing control, losing all concept of what was happening except for the powerful thrusts inside of my cunt and the shocks of electric energy that seemed to swallow my entire being.
"James!! ! ! I'm coming!! ! ! "
"Yes ... Mother!! ! ! "
My pussy grabbed onto his fiery rod as wave after wave of ecstasy swept over me. I felt my son lurch beneath me and as my vagina pulled on his cock, I could feel his powerful organ shooting its load into me. Over and over I felt his huge organ spurt forth the hot white come and we clung to each other, our loud cries mingling as did our passion juices.
I lay on top of my son for a long time without moving. His arms were wrapped tightly around me and for the first time in years I felt warm and secure, like I really belonged in this boy's arms. His father had held me this way, but as I lay there with James, I realized that for all the similarity, this boy was not Darren. And, as I kissed his face and nibbled at his ear, I was not unhappy with my realization. I loved James because he was James.
That was the only way to be fair to both of us.
"Mother ... that was wonderful! I love you," my son whispered, kissing me softly and gently on my mouth.
That moment was perfection for me. There was no one else in the whole world that mattered to me as much as my son. We had finally managed to break through the last barrier that stood between us, and my heart was filled with anticipation of the joys that would follow. I rubbed longingly against James, still feeling his massive cock deep inside my cunt. He pushed his body against me, but we did not make love again that day, just lay together in peaceful contemplation of the ecstasy we had shared as man and woman
My relationship with James continued for awhile. But, as my son grew older, I realized that he needed to have a chance to expand his social and sexual life. We introduced him to the family parties and then he began to take the initiative himself with other girls and women. I was sorry, in a way, to lose my lover and my son. But, he has to grow up in his own way and if he turns out to be anything like his father, then I will know that he chose correctly for himself. We are still very close. And, we are both close to the family to this day.
Mainly, though, neither James nor myself, in any way regret our brief relationship and all the pleasure it brought us both.
SUMMARY
The case of Marnie H. indicates that it is quite possible for a person to possess the unique ability to ignore the contemporary boundaries and perimeters of sexuality. With no hesitation, this woman clearly admits to us that she is willing to 'try anything once ... '. It is in this context and from this point that we must begin to analyze the case of Marnie H. Her entire behavior pattern begins to fall into place once one realizes that because she is willing to try anything, she is also capable of escaping many-of the societal limitations and ensuing guilts that accompany most of our sexual encounters.
Initially and essentially, this case study presents us with a woman who has, in her own peculiar way, cononized her dead husband Darren. Because of his death, Marnie's image of him has become timeless-he will never change for her. This one fact has affected her entire perception of the sex act, and gives her a 'constant' that she can and does use to compare all of her sexual encounters to. Marnie, herself, admits that she has discovered that only young men, i.e.: men who resemble her dead husband, turn her on and are her sexual preference.
We are dealing with a woman who, despite her constant attempts at seeking sexual satisfaction through the parties her 'swinging' relatives throw, is sexually frustrated because of the death of her beloved husband. Marnie desires to find release with Mark at the party, but first, she finds herself quite turned on by watching and hearing the sexual activity that goes on between Linda and her Uncle Arthur.
Although there are many people who describe voyeurism as a sexual perversion or a substitution for normal coital satisfaction, this is not the case with Marnie. The sight of naked bodies simply turns her on even more than usual! "It is only the extreme cases that this could be called perversion, since pleasure in the sight of the naked body is common even among normal persons. The lust of the-eye is the first stage off sexual pleasure." (I)
I. Pg. 315, Richard Lewinsohn M.D., "A History of Sexual Customs.'*
Obviously, in Marnie's case, the act of observing members of her family engage in sexual activity was a turn-on. The woman then proceeds to engage in intercourse with young Mark. Here we can see that she has transferee! her intense feelings and longings for her dead husband to a young man, Mark, and is constantly, unconsciously, comparing her sex with Mark to the sex she remembers having with Darren. Freud would say that Marnie is projecting her feelings for Darren onto the young men with whom she engages in sexual activity; unable to fully accept the reality of her husband's early death, this woman unconsciously pretends that every young man she encounters is actually a reincarnation of her dead husband.
From this point of view, her incestuous relationship with her young son James is only a logical extension and a logical result of her intense feelings for her husband. James resembles his father. He is also a young man. And, he provides his mother with a very real extension of her relationship with Darren. He is, indeed, a product of her memory of the reality of her relationship with her dead husband. Because of her intimacies with Darren, James was born. Now that Darren is dead, James is Marnie's only real link with her deceased husband and she desires to have sexual relations with her son for this reason.
We cannot overstress the importance of Marnie's obsession with her dead husband in trying to explain her incestuous relationship with her son James. She admits that she and Darren never had a real chance to fully develop their relationship. She substitutes James for her' husband, and through him she seeks to find the fulfillment that she never had a chance to find with Darren himself.
This particular aspect of Marnie's behavior, although not denying her basic physical attraction for her handsome young son, does indicate her ability to use phantasy and her imagination to satisfy certain unconscious desires and urges. I do not believe that Marnie herself realized the extent to which she was using her son as a substitute for her dead husband. Karl Manheim once stated that "nothing is more stimulating than the realization that our social life is full of phantasies. Few areas of human behavior have a better claim to be so described than sexual behavior."(2)
But, despite the fact that Marnie was fantasizing.
2. Pg. 6, Albert Ellis, Pg.d. & Albert Abarbanel Ph.d., "Sex and Today's Society." ing when she dealt with her son and other young men that she had sexual encounters with, she was also experiencing very real sensual urges and desires. When she rejected Mark for the expected pleasures of her son, Marnie was acting on her own instinctual level, believing that her young son could offer her more pleasure, both physical and mental, than her other young lover. Although she might have been a partial captive of her own fantasy life, Marnie was also enough of her own woman to be capable of distinguishing between the two men who both were appropriate symbols and substitutes for her dead husband.
It was easier for Marnie to accept her incestuous relationship with her son because she related him to her husband and also, because she had already seen him engaging in sexual relationships with his aunt and his cousin. We must not forget that it Was Marnie herself who encouraged the sex 'education' of her young son by his relatives. Why did she do this?
Marnie knew that she would eventually engage in sexual intercourse with her son. Even if it was an unconscious awareness, this remarkable woman wanted to be certain that her son would not enter the sexual arena with no idea as to what he should do, with no concept of what makes a woman feel good. In her own way, Marnie was trying to teach her son that there was more to intercourse than the male getting his nuts off!
It may seem odd, but from what Marnie has told me, I honestly believe that she has done a lot towards giving her son a keen appreciation of the fact that women, as well as men, have very real sexual needs and desires. Maybe society condemns an incestuous relationship as being 'deviant', but in the case of Marnie and James, I do not see that this 'deviance' did any harm to either individual, or to society itself.
. More than anything else, Marnie introduced her young son to the beauties and mysteries of sexual relationships. She also gave him a very honest appraisal of how a woman feels and what a woman needs to be satisfied. Maybe she was substituting James for her dead husband, in a sense using her son for sexual pleasures, but in this case she did no harm, left no permanent damage. Neither James nor Marnie were hurt by their love or desire for each other, and that seems to me to be the most important thing.
CHAPTER THREE
Larry T. is a fifteen year old boy who has lived his entire life in San Diego, California. At the time that he related this story to me, he was almost twenty and had been working for a ship building firm at the harbor since his graduation from high-school. He is a remarkably handsome young man in a very Southern California way. His hair is bleached from the sun, his eyes are blue, and his body is well built and strong from constant surfing and other outdoor sports.
In a candid, very frank interview, Larry related to me that he had had an intimate relationship with his older sister, Jackie since they were children and shared the same bedroom. Even when both grew up and she began to see other men, he was content to accept his sister as his sole lover. Larry describes his home-life as normal, although his father, Bill, did travel a lot due to the nature of his job. Although, as he remembers it, his parents always got along well, he admits that his mother, Joan, did see other men when his father was away on business.
Larry is perceptive enough to realize, now, that when Jackie moved away from home, he transferred many of his feelings for his sibling onto his mother. But, as this young man freely admits, he was also growing up and his mother appealed to him as an attractive, sensual woman. It is without guilt or remorse that he told me about his intimate relationship with his beautiful mother.
This case study clearly demonstrates how a virile young man can engage in incestuous relationships in his youth with no lasting damage to his own personal growth as a human being. Larry's case also illustrates how easily one can transfer love feelings from one member of the family to another without denying the uniqueness of each individual as a sexual being and a treasured love object.
My relationship with my sister, Jackie, began when I was nine and she was twelve and going through the first stages of puberty. At the time, of course, I didn't realize how rapidly her young body was changing or the ordeals she was going through in adjusting to the rapid blossoming of her sexuality. All I knew was that we shared a room and my sister was always full of new games and amusements to occupy our time together.
Although my recollections of these early years are quite vivid, I know now that the real beginnings of my story were several years later. But, when I was only nine, Jackie first proposed the game of 'doctor'. I was to be the Doctor and she was the patient. My job was to examine her body to try to discover what was wrong with her, to attempt to determine why she felt ill.
In the dimness of twilight, she would come to my bed and sit next to me, explaining her symptoms and begging me to conduct a thorough examination. Not being certain what my older sister really wanted me to do, I sat up in bed and waited for her to explain the 'rules' of this new game.
Jackie was beautiful even at twelve years of age. Her hair was like spun gold and always has reminded me of the story of Alice in Wonderland, but maybe that was also because Jackie herself often seemed as full of crazy plots and plans as the famous Alice herself. Her clear blue eyes were like limpid pools, rarely reflecting her true emotions, but always able to suck me in and convince me of whatever she wanted. And, her body, though still that of a child, was beginning to fill out. Her breasts were small globes that stuck out from her chest. Her hips had begun to swell slightly and she was starting to grow furry on her mound.
"I don't feel too well, sir," the little girl said to me as I sat spellbound in my bed. "I think you should give me a complete examination ... I'll take off my clothes."
I stood above Jackie as she stretched out on my bed and disrobed. Her naked body looked beautiful to me, but I was afraid to touch her, she seemed so fragile and special to a little brother.
"Here," she instructed, taking my hands in hers and guiding them to her tiny tits," see if you can feel anything wrong here."
I ran my small hands across the two mounds and watched with fascination as her pink nipples became erect and pointed at the ceiling. She guided me and I touched her stomach and finally came to the fuzz between her long, slender legs. I rubbed back and forth, enjoying the pleasure on her face as much as I enjoyed the soft patch of her bush.
"You'd better check inside of me ... who knows what might be sick inside of me where I can't see it," Jackie said softly, opening her thighs to expose her sweet, innocent pussy to me.
When I stood there, uncertain, she guided me down between the thighs and showed me how to insert my finger inside the wet, velvety hole. It felt warm and soft in her pussy and I rubbed the walls of her vagina while Jackie tossed and turned on my bed emitting quiet cries of pleasure. Each time I tried to stop, thinking maybe I was hurting her, she held my hand there between her legs and coaxed me on. It was fine with me if Jackie liked it so much. In fact, that was the best game my sister had ever come up with!! !
We played 'doctor' a lot for the next few years, but as I started to grow up, too, and began to understand about sex and girls, I realized that I loved Jackie and wanted to do more with her than play silly games. Yet, at eleven I was still uncertain and still looked to my beautiful sister to lead the way, to chart the path we were to follow.
By the time Jackie and I finally engaged in intercourse, she was fourteen and a very lovely woman. I used to delight in watching her prance around the house in her under clothes, her full, ripe breasts bobbing gently with each step she took. My mom might have objected to her exhibitions except for the fact that my father was rarely at home, always being away on business. Actually, Mom wore little more than Jackie, especially during the long hot summers that always lasted much longer than three months.
I found myself jealous of the closeness that developed between the two women as Jackie grew up. Since Dad was gone so much, Mom was often alone and she turned to my sister as both daughter and confidant. But, Jackie never did tell her about what she and I did together in the dark privacy of the night! For that I shall be forever grateful. Still, at the time, being only eleven, I was jealous and felt left out.
All of my insecurity left me, though, the night that my sister crept into my room and threw her cotton nightgown on the floor. She stood above my bed, her luscious breasts protruding from her slim body, the pink nipples already erect and aroused. I wanted to reach out and grab her, but I waited for her instructions.
"We're going to do it tonight, Larry. We'll make love and then it will be you and me forever ... " she said softly with the intense romanticism of a fourteen year old girl.
"Show me ... show me what to do, Jackie," I answered, feeling my own sex begin to stir beneath the blankets.
The girl with the long golden hair sank down next to me and threw back the covers. She tore away the pajama bottoms that was all I wore in the summer. My sex lay against my leg, twitching slightly with excitement.
Jackie bent her beautiful face down and started to kiss my penis, her sweet mouth caressing the organ with slow, gentle movements. She took my organ into her mouth and started to suck on me as I moaned and twisted beneath her touches. Her tongue stabbed eagerly at the hole on the tip of my cock as she sucked me deeply into her warm mouth. I could feel her breasts brushing against my balls as she bent over me.
When my cock was hard and swollen from her attention, the young girl threw one leg over my body and straddled me. I reached out to her and touched those silken breasts, pulling and tugging at the swollen nipples, then letting her ample breasts bounce back against her chest. Jackie was gyrating back and forth on my pelvis, rubbing her cunt hard against me. My rod was sticking straight up and she reached down to place it between her legs.
I felt the flaming tip of my organ rubbing against her throbbing clit as she slid back and forth above me. I wanted to touch inside of her wet pussy, but as I reached down to jam my fingers inside of her, my sister restrained me gently.
"Let's wait a minute ... I like to feel your steel rod burning me outside ... " she whispered.
"I want to fuck you!! " I replied urgently, surprised at my own words. She simply bent down and smothered me with kisses, still undulating easily on my rigid cock until I could feel her love juices dripping on my cock and into my pubic hair. Her pungent, sweet odor drifted up to my nostrils and I breathed in deeply, feeling my prick stir at the musky odor.
"Now ... put it inside now ... slowly."
Jackie raised her round ass off of my body and moved her body forward until I felt my penis touching the wet entrance to her sex. She was tight, but I could feel her heat penetrating my cock as I rubbed the head around and around her vaginal opening. Slowly, I pushed my organ into the opening, feeling her moist, pulsating interior as I guided my tool deeper and deeper inside.
"Oooooohhhhh!! ! " she moaned, dropping her body back down onto me and forcing the full length of my burning rod inside of her pussy.
When she was sitting on me, my cock firmly implanted between her legs, I could feel the silken walls of her vagina as my cock plunged in and out. Jackie was twisting and turning on top of me, her long golden hair growing wet with dewdrops of perspirations, her face becoming flushed with excitement. I gazed up at her, my hands gripping her slender shoulders to keep her from falling away, and I was certain that there was no other woman in the whole world who could look so perfect.
Her tiny clit ground into my body, her eager hands reached out and clutched my shoulders. I arched my back, driving deeper into her fertile valley, feeling every inch of her virgin sex. She cried out when I thrust too far, but neither of us could stop until the final, ultimate moment came. I felt her moisture dripping onto my body and wondered if it was her juice or the blood that came when a maidenhead is lost forever. Neither of us cared!
"Oooohhhh ... hold me, Larry!! ! Hold me!! ! " she screamed.
I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her body down onto my chest as she began to shake and shudder. Her pelvis and cunt were moving wildly, their pace growing in intensity as she sobbed and cried out in pleasure. Her breasts pushed hard against my chest and I tried to engulf her with my arms, but her movements were too frantic and erratic for me to hold on.
As Jackie continued to grind her cunt into me, I felt my penis grow more rigid and a shot of hot white come left my hole and burst into her pussy. She lurched violently as I poured my essence into her slit, the foaming liquid being pushed out of her cunt as we continued to thrust our bodies together.
It kept coming, my fiery essence pulsating into her slick cunt with each of my powerful thrusts. She dropped her entire body onto me, breathing hard and moaning loudly as I felt her vaginal muscles contracting wildly around my spurting penis. She seemed to grab hold of my rod and hold it deep inside against her cervix, my come running into the final wall of her sex and building up inside of my shaft until it hurt me.
I pulled out of her, then, as my milky essence had a place to shoot again, I plunged back inside. Jackie was shaking with the force of her first real orgasm and I clung to her, wanting to feel her soft flesh and the reassurance of her warmth as I felt myself exploring. After we had spent ourselves totally, her body dropped onto mine and I heard her breathing become more regular and gentle as she dozed off. For a brief moment I feared that my parents would wander in to check on me and discover us lying together, but as Jackie relaxed on top of me and stretched out her long, slender legs, I forgot any fears and gathered her in my arms and fell asleep.
It was the same way for several years. She taught me how to make love. We read books about sex and love together and then practiced the techniques and positions in the quiet of the night. My parents never bothered us. Often, when Dad was out of town and Mom was out on a date, we had the entire house to ourselves. Those were the evenings that we relished.
By the time I was fourteen, Jackie and I had developed a closeness that I cherished beyond everything else in life. Of course, I had other interests and activities that occupied most of my daylight hours, but at night and on the weekends Jackie and I were almost inseparable. When I was surfing or spending time with my school friends, she was also occupied with the typical social activities of a seventeen year old girl. She even went out on dates and brought 'boyfriends' over to the house for dinner or an evening of television.
But, I loved Jackie and, in that love, I overlooked her obvious growth away from me. She was rapidly becoming a woman, while I was still a very, very young man. It didn't matter if she had dates, just so long as she continued to creep into my room when they were over and tell me what had happened and then make love to me in her slow, sensuous manner that turned me on beyond my wildest fantasies.
Often, even when Jackie was seventeen, when we knew that the house would be empty for the night, she would cancel her plans and we would spend the time together. Her long tresses pulled away from her oval face, Jackie would spend hours in the kitchen making our dinner. It usually turned out to be some concoction that had no name, something she had read about in a magazine for gourmets and something that we both devoured with relish.
Then, letting her golden hair fall around her shoulders and cascade across her face when she wanted to hide her face from my probing eyes and equally probing questions, we would sit in the den and talk or play Monopoly, the stereo blaring our favorite tunes as loud as we wanted to hear them. Neither of us bothered with clothes on those nights, wandering around the house in the freedom of underwear or, sometimes, wearing nothing at all.
As we sat together I would gaze at her heaving breasts, the dark nipples large and round. Her blonde hair fell over her tits, but those perfect nipples always managed to push through the cascade of hair and peek out at me as my sister leaned intently over the game board. She would sit cross-legged, and I could gaze into her pink sex, seeing the moist folds of flesh that protected the entrance to her sweet pussy.
I don't really know if Jackie knew how much I loved her, how much I marveled at her beautiful body. It doesn't matter. She obviously enjoyed my company or she would not have changed her plans to be with me. But, as she grew older and became a woman, I found myself growing more and more jealous of those times she spent away from me. I met her friends and liked some of the girls, but found that as hard as I tried to like the young men she brought home, I could not find that within myself.
It is not an easy or simple situation to explain. Besides my beautiful sister, there was also my mother. Dad was gone so much, and Mom was left on her own. She managed the only way she knew how. I did not understand that for a long time, until I finally asked Jackie why Mom was gone so often and with so many different men. There was something about my beautiful mother's activities that disturbed me, but I wasn't certain exactly what it was.
I can remember watching the dark, mysterious woman who was my mother as she roamed through our large house without anything to do or anyone to talk to. If Jackie was away, Mom rarely spoke to me, as though I somehow reminded her of my Dad and she shied away from that. I would sit in the den, pretending to watch television, and Mom would be pacing up and down the long hall waiting for the doorbell to ring so that she could escape the prison our house became to her when Dad and Jackie were gone.
She fascinated me. Un-like the rest of us, her hair was very dark and curled in soft ringlets around her face and down her back. Her eyes were almost black and always seemed to be guarding a secret she did not care to share with anyone. She was slight, much smaller than Jackie and so slender that often times when I caught a glimpse of her she resembled a small child, except that her breasts were too full and the curves of her hips were too sensuous to belong to a mere girl.
But as Mom waited for her escape from the house, I watched her and grew more and more desirous of her body. Dad always called her 'Joan' when he talked to her, never such endearments as
'sweetheart' or 'baby' like Jackie called me. When I let my eyes wander over her voluptuous body, savoring each delicious curve, I could not fully understand how a man could spend so much time away from this beautiful woman.
One night, after Mom had left with a new man, Jackie and I sat watching the television and waiting for the right moment to begin our explorations of each other once again. I was fifteen then and she was eighteen, a full blown woman!! Her blooming body entranced me. I could watch her change from day to day, see the growth and the blossoming with each new morning. I knew that she and Mom were close and I had to talk to my sister as a friend, not the intimate lovers we had become over the years.
"Why does she go out so much?" I asked quietly, hoping that Jackie would not pat my head and ignore me as she did more and more often recently.
"What does she have here? Do you expect her to stay home and make us cocoa and brownies, like we were babies?? ? " There was an indignation in my sister's voice that I had not heard before.
"No ... but, what about Dad?" I asked, hoping that I did not sound too silly and childish.
"You goose!! ! ! He doesn't satisfy her. Larry ... you know how it feels after we make love ... how good and peaceful we both are?" Jackie's voice lowered and became sensual and husky. My cock started to grow and throb between my legs just hearing her sexuality expressed in her breathless tones. "Yes ... "
"He doesn't do that for Mom. He comes and he goes, but he never bothers to satisfy her. She told me that he barely even plays with her clit. . . and you know how good that feels!! " my sister leaned towards me and spoke in conspiratorial tones, although we both knew there was no one else in the house.
"But ... why?? ? " I asked, confused and fascinated at the same time. If Dad could not make love to Mom, then that explained a lot of things I had never understood before. It certainly made my beautiful mother's rendezvous make sense!
"Some men don't care about how women feel ... they never learned like you did and they never cared to find out! But, don't worry ... Mom manages to take care of it on her own!" Jackie confided in me.
After learning Mom's secret from Jackie, I watched her even more intently. I didn't like the idea of my mother going out with strange men just because my father could not satisfy her in bed, yet I knew, by the time I was fifteen, that she was a woman and women needed sexual gratification as much as men did. Jackie had explained it all to me, yet I still felt hostility towards every man that came to take my beautiful mother out on a date. It was almost as bad as what I felt when Jackie went out with another man.
But, I realized, deep inside, that my sister was a woman and that she could not and would not remain at home forever. It hurt me when she went out, but as long as she continued to seek me out for sensual pleasures, I accepted the reality of the situation, knowing full well that she would eventually leave the house and her little brother behind.
When I was fifteen, almost sixteen, and trying to develop more and more outside interests away from my mother and my sister, Jackie came home one afternoon and confided that she had made special plans for us that evening. I knew that Dad was out of town and that Mom would be out for dinner and the theatre, so I figured that she had dug up another obscure 'gourmet' recipe and then planned to show me some new position she had discovered.
As my beautiful sister divulged her plans, I could feel my cock growing harder and harder inside my pants.
I was surprised to discover that Jackie did not return home alone that evening. Her friend, Mary, accompanied her when she pushed open the front door and called out her greeting. I had met Mary before, but the tall, curvaceous red-head had never made any real impression on me before that particular night.
"Larry ... we brought Chinese food! Hurry up before it gets cold," my sister urged from downstairs. I peered over the railing and noticed the lanky red-head and all I could think about was how long Jackie's friend would remain in our private paradise. We had the entire night together and my dumb sister had to bring someone over to spoil part of that time!
How could I have known, then, that Jackie was trying to introduce me to pleasures of the flesh other than her own? Maybe I wasn't a child, but I certainly was in love with my golden-haired sister! She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen, the most perfect woman in the world. When she announced Chinese food and I noticed the presence of another woman in our private paradise, all I could think about was running away until Mary left. I wasn't even hungry.
But, we ate the fried shrimp and egg rolls, the chow mein and the bar-b-qued ribs. We even devoured the fortune cookies and the fried rice and the strange, lobster-duck! I sat between the two women, feeling the heat of both of their scantily clad bodies, sensing the fact that they were eager to end the meal and begin a new, more exciting adventure.
Mary was a remarkable chick. She was tall and slender, looking more like a fashion model than a real live human female. But, despite her extreme slimness, she had full ample breasts that pushed through the flimsy material of her t-shirt without leaving any doubt about erect, hard nipples. Her body was naked down to the low slung pants she wore, pants that just managed to cover the beginning of her dark pubic hair.
While Jackie cleared away the plastic cartons our Chinese dinner had come in, Mary leaned towards me, her breath coming hot and heavy down my throat as she spoke. I don't remember a word she said. All I can recall of that period is her insistent habit of running her hands across my naked chest and drawing me closer and closer to her heaving chest as she spoke.
When my sister finally returned to the room, I was almost laying in Mary's lap, gazing into her dark eyes and wanting to suckle on her sweet breasts. Jackie simply sat down and turned off most of the lights so that the room was dimly lit and very provocative.
As always, dear Jackie was in charge of the situation. She lit the candles and she directed us to remove what little clothing we were wearing. As I lay on the thick carpet, my naked body desiring some release, I realized how wonderful my older sister really was. She had created the mood and enhanced the desire that all three of us felt for each other. Jackie, stripping her clothing from her sensuous body, gazed down at both Mary and me, and I could hear her breath come in shorter and shorter gasps. I loved her!!
But, before I could even begin to realize ray lust for either my sister or for Mary, the lock on the front door clicked open and Mom stood there, gazing intently down into the darkened den where our rasping breath seemed much too loud. I pulled my pants back on and hoped that the girls had the same amount of sense.
". . . we haven't really decided where or when, but I know we'll get married this spring ... " Jackie's voice trailed off.
My heart lurched, but I knew that no matter how hard she was trying to cover up what had almost occurred, the words Jackie uttered were not fantasy. Maybe she had waited until there was no choice but to make conversation with her friend, but as I heard my sister speak, I knew that she REALLY was going to leave me to get married. Whether or not Mom heard her conversation, I do not know. All I can remember was that, even though Mom went directly upstairs to bed, the entire mood between the three of us had been broken by Jackie's inopportune and hasty announcement of her future plans.
For days and weeks after my sister had made her marriage plans clear to Mom, after all the arrangements had been made with florists and caterers and ministers, I felt sick. She had no-right to desert me so soon without warning. Yet, as the wedding day came closer, I felt myself drawn nearer and nearer to the dark woman who was my mother.
Mom was as flabbergasted by the plans as I was. She did everything she could to plan the wedding that her only daughter wanted, but I could tell that
Mom was not pleased or happy about Jackie's sudden announcement. As the frantic plans began to make our home almost unliveable, Mom and I began to spend more and more time together, escaping to the solace and calm of the beach whenever we could.
Dad was only home long enough to find out when the ceremony would take place so he could plan accordingly. The rest of the time he was gone, leaving Mom and me to cope with Jackie and the plans for her wedding. I felt betrayed and lost. She should have told me before she announced her future to anyone else! I was her brother and I was her lover! The deep feelings that coursed through my veins for my beautiful sister were floundering on shoal waters. She had betrayed me in her eagerness to divert Mom from the frantic activities we had planned for that evening when Mother came home too early.
I watched Jackie plan her marriage. I knew the man who was to provide her with everything after the wedding was over, and, I could not believe that she was really deserting us all for him. Even Mom was upset by the suddenness of her plans. Maybe, my lovely, magic sister realized that her only real salvation lay in removing herself from the fantasies of childhood and adolescence. But, for those who remained behind, her actions made no sense at all.
"Joan, for God's sake, tell the girl she cannot have all those flowers in this room!! ! We'll suffocate the guests with the fragrance!! " Dad screamed at my mother, two days before the informal wedding ceremony was to take place.
"It's too late, Bill ... the florist has already been hired to make all the arrangements!" Joan, my mother, screamed back. The frustrations of the past few weeks were apparent in her shrill voice.
"Damn it!! ! That girl cannot have thirteen dozen roses and carnations-in such a small space ... if you don't inform her, I WILL!! ! " Dad thundered to Joan, not caring who heard his ultimatum.
My real feelings for my mother must have begun at this point where it became clear to me that neither my father nor my sister cared what happened to mother or me. We sort of ended up belonging to each other by default, but the intensity of feeling grew by leaps and bounds as we spent more and more time together.
I felt the need to unload my feelings about Jackie to someone and Mom seemed the most--likely prospect. I could not escape my draw towards this lovely woman, but I knew that if I did not reveal my relationship with my sister to someone, it would well up inside of me and destroy whatever chances I might have with another woman at a later time in life. Mom would understand. Besides, I felt the urge to grow closer to the beautiful lady who was also my mother.
Mom came to me before I could confess my transgressions to her. Joan, my mother, felt alone and lost without my sister's presence. She had grown accustomed to telling Jackie everything, letting her in on her most intimate secrets. I understood the lost and alone feeling that my mother felt. I shared those lonely feelings now that Jackie had left us, to lead her own life.
"We must spend more time together, Larry ... get to know each other, you know," Mom said hesitantly. She looked so beautiful and vulnerable that I wanted to kiss her right on the spot.
"We both always turned to Jackie, I guess ... didn't we?" it really wasn't a question.
"It's funny without her. When your father was gone, she was all I had ... I should have come to you more often," Mom said softly, her dark eyes intently staring into my face as though she were finally trying to figure out who her son really was.
"She was all I ever had ... she taught me things ... she was my lover!" I blurted the words out, feeling my face turn red as I confessed the truth to the dark-haired woman who sat across the den from me.
Joan did not react the way I had imagined. No, Mom was silent, a small smile on her pretty lips and a very faint arch of her eyebrows were all that betrayed the fact that she had even heard me. I looked at her, my heart pounding wildly, and wanted her to say or do something! But, the confession made, I realized that I felt better, as though I had relieved myself of a heavy load. Not an unpleasant load, just a very heavy load that I needed to share with another human being.
"You are a stranger to me, you know that, Larry? All these years I stayed away from you because you look so much like Bill ... you remind me too much of your father. But, you are not like him at all! You feel things and care about people in a way he never could!" Her voice was low and she looked like she was going to cry. I didn't know what to do, but as I saw her beautiful face cloud over, I raced across the room to sit beside her, wanting to comfort her, wanting to ease whatever pain she was feeling.
As I put my arm around her, feeling her shudder slightly beneath my touch, I was lost in a world I did not understand. She was at once Jackie and my mother, their images mingling in my mind. But, as I held her tightly, she became, overwhelmingly, a woman. It hit me then that what I had always seen in my golden-haired sister, what had always drawn me to her was the fact that she was a woman above and beyond anything else.
It was as though in those few minutes my mother, Joan, and I were reliving and making up for all of the time we had watched each other from afar. To her I was akin to my father, but a distinct and different human being. And, to me, she was like Jackie, but unique and very special in her own way. For almost fifteen years we had tried to remain apart from each other, and now, in a few moments, we suddenly realized how close we were, how much we needed each other!
The dark woman held me close to her, drawing my young body to her and clinging to me. I placed my mouth on hers and kissed her hungrily, our tongues meeting and caressing with unbridled desire. I could feel her slim body pressing against me as we embraced. All I wanted was to take this mysterious, sensuous woman to her bedroom and make love to her.
Without another word, I lifted her into my arms and carried her upstairs. She was as light as a feather, small and slight like no one else in the family. Her dark curls fell over her face as I set her gingerly on the bed. I lunged at her, overcome with a passion and a lust that I had never felt before.
"Please ... be gentle ... " Joan begged as I frantically tore away her clothes and gazed down at her naked body.
I had no intention of hurting her. I knew what she wanted, what she needed. My sister had taught me about women and their desires. She had schooled me in the fine art of making love. But, as I stared at my mother and pondered all the things I had learned about women, I realized that this was an experience I had no previous knowledge of, no set pattern of coping with. She was no longer my mother. She was a woman who desired me and wanted to be satisfied and, for a brief moment, I was afraid. I wanted to fulfill her, but I was uncertain. Did she want me as she had so often wanted my father, or did she want me as Larry, a man in my own right?
Unable to answer the questions that surged through my mind, I continued my lusty, passionate explorations into this dark woman's body. As I ran my hands along the curves of her slender body, I could feel her breathing growing heavy, her breasts heaving in and out as she gasped for air. I trailed my hands down her body, feeling her flesh tingle beneath my touch. As I massaged and pulled at her tender breasts, I watched her dark nipples distend and grow hard. She reached out and pulled my face down to her tits.
My mouth was hungry and I grabbed onto her ample tits without delay. As I sucked and licked her soft flesh, Joan reached down and touched my throbbing organ, her hand running back and forth along the full length of my penis. I moaned in delight as she massaged my tool with her hand. As I bit into the dark round nipples, she ran her hand between my legs and up along my balls, her fingers tracing the line between the two semen-filled sacs.
"Ooohhhh ... " I moaned in ecstasy.
I moved my mouth down along her sleek stomach, my tongue caressing and licking her velvety skin until I reached her dark, hairy bush. I wanted to plunge my cock between her legs, but I knew that it would feel better if I waited, if I stimulated her even more before I placed my manhood inside of her pussy.
Crying out softly, her hand pumping frantically at my organ, Joan was kissing my face and licking the inside of my ears. I plunged two fingers inside the deep recesses of her honey pot and drew them out, wet with her love juices. She grabbed my hand and licked her moisture off of my fingers. My cock twitched at the sight of her eating her own juices. I had never seen anything like that before and it turned me on!
Unable to wait any longer, I climbed on top of this beautiful woman and plunged my throbbing penis into her hole. She was warm and vibrating as I thrust in and out, feeling her vagina grasping at my rod with every move I made.
"Come ... please come inside of me!! " she cried out.
I felt my essence welling up inside of my burning shaft. With her urgent cry, I let myself go, feeling her pussy milking me of my come, and knowing that the violent contractions she was experiencing were giving her the same intense pleasure that I was feeling. She clung to me, her moans, soft and sweet, filling my head with visions I had never before dreamt of. We were one. We became one as my fiery liquid filled her cunt and we held onto each other with feverish delight.
She was no longer my mother. She was a woman that I wanted to love and satisfy with my cock. I wanted to fill her with my sex. She seemed to sense that, clutching wildly at my body as she shuddered and trembled in the throes of her orgasm. We held onto each other, neither one of us wanting anything but the security of each other.
And, it continued. For almost three years the dark, beautiful woman sought me out. I dreamt of her when we were not together. I lusted for her flesh as I had never before lusted for any woman. She was more than my mother. She was a woman, a sensual, sexual being whom I desired above and, beyond any other woman in the world.
I have left Joan, my mother, now and have found that there are other females who can also give me pleasure. But, there will never be another woman who delights me in the same way as she did. Jackie had taught me everything I needed to know about satisfying a woman, but, despite my love and attraction for my sister, what I shared with my mother surpassed even that.
We continued to remain close, and both of us still have a special feeling for my strange and incredible sister. But, the entire family has gone their individual ways. We see each other, but our lives have separated. I know that is the best for all of us, but there are still times when I can picture my sister and my mother and I long for the remarkable years when I "was still a very young man and could love them both without thought about tomorrow.
SUMMARY
The case of Larry T. demonstrated how it is possible for a young man to engage in incestuous relationships in his youth without damaging his own personal growth as a human being. His case also makes it clear that one can easily transfer feelings for one member of the family onto another, equally attractive and stimulating, member of the family. Larry was able to love his sister, Jackie, and when she left home, he was able to transfer his feelings to his mother, Joan, without guilt or hesitation.
We must ask what conditions existed in Larry's life that contributed to the ease with which he engaged in an incestuous relationship with his sister and then with his mother. As we have mentioned earlier, incest is universally condemned, yet this young man was able to have two such relationships without any apparent difficulty. Why?
It has been observed by many experts that incest often occurs where there is over-crowding in the home. This certainly was not the case in Larry's story. His father, Bill, was rarely at home. But, the same experts also relate the discovery that "sibling-incest (brother and sister) occurs where the father did not occupy the dominant role, and mother-son incest occurred in families where the mother exercised the dominating influence."(l)
The above quite succinctly describes the home life of our subject, Larry. His father, Bill, was very often absent from the home because of business trips. This left the young boy without a role-model to emulate, without a dominate male figure in his life. The most important people whom Larry related to were women, his sister and his mother. Further, because his mother, Joan, saw him as an extension of his father-she ignored her young son. Thus, it becomes very clear why this boy allowed his sister to become the dominant influence in his life.
I. Pg 189, Frank S. Caprio, M.D , "Variations in Sexual Behavior."
Not only was Larry's sister, Jackie, an attractive and desirable woman, she was also the primary instigator of the initial incestuous relationship. The young girl was quite obviously in need of some sexual outlet and she had not yet realized that it was possible for her to go outside of the family and the home to realize satisfaction. Therefore, rather than turning to strangers, Jackie went to the one man who was representative of stability in her life-her brother.
Jackie could not turn to her father, the most typical of incestuous relationships, because he was very rarely at home. Thus, it was only natural that she turned to the only other male figure in her life and that male figure was her younger brother, Larry. And, because he had no one else to pattern himself after, young Larry was ripe for the advances of his sister. Both parents ignored the boy, but his beautiful sister did not ignore him, and he was, therefore, more than willing to do whatever she asked him to do.
This case study serves to reinforce the discoveries I have made when speaking to many other individuals who have also engaged in incestuous relationships. Besides Larry, many other individuals have revealed the fact that their first sexual desires have been directed towards children of the opposite sex within the family circle. Larry is not unique in his indiscretion with his sister. I have learned that many brothers and sisters indulge in incestuous relationships, especially when the dominating influence of the father figure is absent.
What makes Larry's case particularly interesting, however, is the fact that he turned from his lovely sister to his equally attractive mother. Partially, this can be explained by the fact that Jackie left home unexpectedly. The young boy felt betrayed and lost without her. Who could he turn to except his mother? He felt the need to confess his transgressions and the only person Larry felt would understand his actions was his mother. He felt this way because the only real contact he had ever had with another human being had been with a woman, his sister, and thus it seemed clear to him that another woman, his mother, would sympathize with and comprehend what was troubling him.
But, Joan surprised her son by coming to him first. She had also developed an intense relationship with her daughter, although it was not a sexual relationship. Larry discovered that another human being also felt the loss of Jackie and that helped to endear him to his attractive and alluring mother.
Considering the fact that incest is so abhorred, it might seem odd that this young man could proceed to indulge in yet another incestuous relationship after his activities with his sister. But, one must realize that, having crossed the initial barrier for the first time, it was no longer a question of engaging in 'forbidden' sexuality. To Larry it was quite normal to find sexual satisfaction and pleasure within the family circle.
At this point it may be desirable to point out that "while the subjects moral situation cannot be ignored, it would be a mistake to regard the moral situation as absolutely rigid and unchangeable. Morals are in perpetual transition.(2) Although we have noted that incest is a universal taboo, we must also remember that what is regarded as immoral today may very well be seen as permissible tomorrow.
Larry may have engaged in behavior that the rest of society would condemn, but he was able to do this without any permanent damage to his
2. Pg. 14, Havelock Ellis, "Psychology of Sex " psyche. Possibly this was due to the fact that incest had been a 'way of life' for him for as long as he could remember. There is also the fact to consider that our contemporary society does not stress the horrors of incest to the extent that earlier, more religiously dominated societies have done.
What appears to me to be the most important aspect of this case study is the fact that we have a young man who was capable of dealing with his incestuous relationships with both his sister and his mother. He has not harmed anyone in society, nor has he harmed himself of his mother or his sister. Thus, the most important thing here is that we should strive to understand, rather than to pass judgment. Although, seen through conventional .eyes, sexual 'deviations' such as incest may seem to be incomprehensible, disgusting or ludicrous, seen through the eyes of compassion and understanding, these same acts do not appear to be such a threat to the social and moral fabric of our society.
CHAPTER FOUR
Karen L. is a strikingly beautiful and vivacious woman. In addition to her career as a masseuse, she is also a wife and a mother. Her husband, Jim, is a successful and very busy lawyer who spends little time at home. Her sixteen year old son, Ron, is a football player whose main interests seem to be pretty cheerleaders. , Although Karen's life often involves entertaining for her prominent husband, she has managed to retain a large measure of independence for herself. She feels that it is important for her to remain honest and true to herself and her own needs and she will not sacrifice herself for her husband's career.
When I spoke to Karen, she was eager to tell me about herself and her life. There was never any hesitation when she spoke about her sexual activities outside her marriage. As she explained how her relationship with her son Ron developed, I was amazed at how much she regarded him as an attractive man, not simply her son.
Over the course of our conversation I came to realize that this beautiful woman honestly accepted her son as a man, and very rarely thought of him as her son. He aroused her as a man, and it was as a man that she desired him and made love to him. Although Karen admitted that their relationship was incestuous, she still related to Ron as a man, not as her son, and for that reason I believe that this case illustrates how it is possible for a person to overlook the conventional boundaries society sets on sexual relationships. Karen followed her feelings instead of the 'rules.'
For as long as I can remember, my life has not been 'typical' or normal by any standards. Although my husband, Jim, and I have always gotten along quite well, neither of us has remained faithful to each other over the years. His law practice demands much of his time and offers him stimulating social contacts that do not interest me. And, I have been a masseuse since I was eighteen, and that job has introduced me to men that are stimulating and fun to spend time with.
Even though we have a sixteen year old son, Ron, my child has never occupied all of my time. Our family is very unstructured and I believe that this was good for Ron. He has always had the freedom to lead his own life without interference from either his father or me. We are around if he needs us, but I have never tried to organize or run his life for him.
Ron has always been a bright and attractive boy. But, when he turned fifteen he began to play football and chase girls, I suddenly noticed that he was an extremely handsome, virile young man. He had grown up into a man in his own right, and I found myself thinking of Ron as a man and not as my son. Our relationship became closer over that year. Often, when Jim worked late or was away on business, Ron and I would have dinner together and sit for hours in front of the fireplace, talking and getting to know each other.
I'm not really certain when I realized that my son was turning me on and that I desired him sexually as a man. It was never a game I wanted to play with my 'little boy', or anything like that. I just found myself looking forward to spending time with him and watching his handsome body as he moved around the house. I even went to some of his football games just to watch him.
Ron dated a lot of girls, especially the pretty cheerleaders who worshipped him as a football hero. Some of those little fifteen year olds were certainly sweet, but in the back of my mind I couldn't help but wonder if he might not enjoy a piece of ass a bit more experienced and sensual. Maybe I was patting myself on the back, but I really thought that I was a good lover and could give Ron a lot of enjoyment.
One night after Ron had been in a particularly rough game, he dragged into the house looking exhausted and beaten. I wasn't working that Friday evening so I sat in the den watching television. When he came in to greet me, all I could see was the painful way he moved, as though his young body had been hit by a large truck.
"Hi," he said casually.
"How was the game, dear?" I asked, turning towards him with a look of concern for his comfort.
"Rough!! ! I think I'm dead!" he said in a deep, masculine voice that was trying very hard to pretend that he didn't hurt.
"Poor baby ... Let me see if I can do anything for you ... " I heard myself offer in low, seductive tones.
"That's okay. I'm going to take a bath and I'll be as good as new!" he said, looking at me strangely.
"No ... go up and lie down on your bed. I'll come and make you feel better. Let me show you how good I can make you feel!" my voice was urgent.
Ron nodded without saying a word and headed up to his room. I felt myself getting excited just thinking about giving him a massage. He was certainly more attractive and interesting than most of the men I dealt with in my daily work! As I watched him climb the stairs slowly, I knew that I wanted to touch that young man, I wanted to feel his strong body and powerful shoulders beneath my gentle hands.
But, I didn't want to come on too strong all at once. Men are often scared by a woman who rushes them, especially if they are used to being the dominate force in a sexual relationship. So, while I mixed a drink, I decided that I would give Ron a chance to unwind and get comfortable before I went to him.
I wandered into my bedroom, drink in hand, thinking about the men I had known in my life and the pleasure they had given me. The room was dark and shadows danced on the walls from the full moon outside. The heat between my legs was starting to drive me crazy. Setting my drink down, I ran my hand across my breasts feeling the firm flesh tingle beneath my touch. My flimsy dress clung to my curves as I continued to rub and caress my full tits.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the full length mirror. The woman who stared back at me was quite lovely. Her dark hair hung in soft curls around her shoulders, framing a delicate oval face and bright green eyes. As I felt the moisture of my cunt seep through the tiny silk panties I was wearing, I moved closer to the mirror. It turned me on to watch myself masturbate.
I slipped out of the clingy dress and tossed it onto the bed. Clad only in the tiny panties, I massaged my breasts, pulling at the flesh and then letting it bounce back against my chest. My nipples grew hard and erect, their firm brown circles responding to my every touch. Moaning quietly, I slid down to the rug.
Frantically, I took off my panties and sat facing the mirror, my legs spread wide apart so that I could see the wet interior of my pussy. My flesh throbbed with passion and desire as I spread the outer lips and placed my finger close to the tight hole. I ran my finger around the slit, feeling the muscles contract violently inside of me and smelling my pungent odor.
I threw my head back in ecstasy and plunged two fingers inside of my sweet cunt. Rubbing gently, the palm of my hand massaging the swollen clitoris, I leaned back and rotated my pelvis with the motion of my hand. My pussy was dripping love juices, the warm sticky liquid trickling along the creamy insides of my thighs.
I reached further inside myself and felt the precious pearl at the end of my valley. My body lurched forward in delight as my fingers probed deeper and deeper into the throbbing and pulsating honey pot. The mirror reflected my joy as I writhed on the furry carpet, my fingers plunging in and out of my vagina.
I was beginning to pant with the mounting heat of my desire and passion as it spread wildly through my aching body. With an animal growl of impatience, I stood up and went to the dresser and opened a drawer, feeling around for my electric vibrator. There were times when I used a device like this one on some of my 'special' female customers. I knew that the device, although sold as an accessory to massages, was really only a imagine dildo! But, the over-sized penis made me feel so good!! ! With the mere flick of a switch it would slide provocatively back and forth while still vibrating.
I dropped back onto the floor, for the moment forgetting about Ron and his aching muscles. The vibrator was dancing and buzzing in my hand as I lay back, my full breasts pointing at the ceiling. I bent my knees and spread my legs until I could again see the, succulent pink pussy reflected in the mirror. A sigh of sheer delight escaped my gently parted lips as I held the vibrator up between my legs.
I hesitated for a moment, gazing intently at myself in the mirror. Then, closing my green eyes, I ran the end of the long artificial cock up and down the almost moist slit of my hot, pulsating cunt. Eagerly, I manipulated the vibrating tip of the instrument to bring tingling life to my burning pussy lips.
I ran the violently pulsing vibrator up and down my dripping pussy, feeling the fevered vaginal lips growing thicker and hotter with passionate desire as I began to pump my curvaceous hips back and forth and up and down in time with the thrusts of the artificial penis. My naked writhing body was covered with dewdrops of perspiration, and it glistened invitingly in the dim moonlit room.
"Oooohhhh ... aaahhhh!! "
A low moan escaped my lips as I inserted the thick end of the long vibrator into my cunt and heard it make a lewd sucking sound as it thrust in and out of my tight slit. My aroused pussy was well-lubricated by my mounting excitement. My mind wandered to pictures and images of Ron, waiting for me to come to his bedroom and make him feel good. And, as I thought about that virile young man my lust mounted with the desires that raced through my mind.
I cupped my naked breast in my free hand while I continued to fuck the vibrator. The smooth flesh of my tit was slippery with sweat. Eagerly I bent forward and my hungry tongue arched out to circle the round nipple before I took the breast into my mouth and sucked lustfully on it. I could taste my own salty, sweet flesh as it mingled with the trickles of perspiration that came, from my intensifying passion.
Pulling my ample breast out of my mouth, my body lunged forward against the machine that plunged in and out of my grasping hole. Waves of hot electricity shot through me as I twisted on the floor, still frantically massaging the interior of my sex with the vibrator. My slender thighs clasped tightly around the tool as I felt myself exploding over and over again.
After my climax had subsided, but before I felt fully satiated and satisfied, I stood up slowly and went to the bathroom to wash the glistening sweat from my body. I wanted to smell good for Ron. I brushed my dark hair until it shone, the soft curls hanging seductively around my flushed, aroused face. My green eyes were burning with an intense desire that I had not felt for a long time!
When I entered Ron's room he was stretched out on the bed wearing only his underwear and waiting for me to come to him. I gazed at him with wild elation, my dark hair cascading across my face to hide the intense desire in my eyes as I stared at him. I wanted to run to his side and tell this young man that I wanted him, that I wanted to fuck him right then and there, but I was suddenly too shy, too timid to be that honest.
As I crossed the room, it kept coming to my mind that this virile man was also my son. Ron was my son! I knew deep down inside that I should not be feeling what I was feeling. Mothers are not supposed to be attracted to their sons, at least not to the point of wanting them as lovers! But, I had never accepted sexual roles and rules if they did not apply to me, and as I looked at Ron, I knew that with him I was not going to suddenly change. I wanted that man and I planned to take him!
Moving towards his bed, wearing only my short, clinging dress and a pair of pale silk panties I knew that when Ron turned his face towards me he would be able to see the tiny pants without even trying. As his dark eyes fastened on my crotch, I could tell that he wanted to reach out and grab me, but he restrained himself. Already, I could smell my musky odor and was starting to feel myself get slick and hot with desire.
"Hi..." Ron murmured, not looking directly up at me. He seemed a bit confused and uncertain, not yet sure what he should do or how he should react to my overtures. I wanted to reassure him, but I could not find the right words.
"Relax, darling ... you'll feel better in no time! Relax and breathe deeply and I will make you feel perfect..." I whispered in husky tones, my breath coming in short gasps.
As I bent over the bed and began to rub his aching shoulders, I could feel the material of my panties pull up between the sweet pink lips of my vagina and begin to rub against my throbbing clit. Ron also noticed, his eyes riveted to the patch between my naked legs. My musky, fragrant perfume filled the room. As I kneaded his naked back and his strong arms all I could think about was fucking Ron. Whether or not I could make his sore and tired muscles feel any better or not, all I wanted was for him to put his rigid cock into my wet, warm pussy.
"Relax, sweetheart ... does that feel good?"
"Uuummm ... delicious ... don't stop!" his voice was low and exciting as he settled down for me to continue my therapy.
I used my skilled hands to knead the pain out of his well-muscled body. I pushed and pulled his powerful muscles back and forth until he moaned with pleasure. I bent forward slightly and placed my hot lips on his shoulder.
"Oohhh ... you ARE making me feel good!"
'There's plenty more where this came from," I answered softly, afraid that he might want me to stop if I showed too much enthusiasm or affection.
"Please don't stop!! ! " his voice was urgent.
"No ... I won't stop."
Moving slowly, I placed my lithe body astride him, my firm buttocks pressed against his fine ass as I continued to massage his tired shoulders. I could feel the heat of my sex pressing onto his ass as I rubbed his naked back, but I continued to manipulate his muscles without going any further in our sexual contact. Yet, I wanted him so much I could taste him as I gasped for breath.
Then, Ron did what I had been trying to work up the nerve to do. He rolled over beneath my wide spread legs and reached up and grasped my shoulders. I had to stop massaging him as he gazed up at me intently, watching my flushed face with a pleased smile on his lips.
He pulled me down on top of him, his hands insistent and demanding as they touched my body. His mouth covered mine with hot kisses. Our tongues met and intertwined with a passion that left me feeling dizzy and breathless. I could feel Ron's hard, erect organ pressing against my thigh.
"Take off that silly dress!" he ordered quietly and I obeyed him, watching with fascination as he threw off his underwear and lay back down on the bed. His prick was huge and stiff, the tip throbbing with desire as he waited for me.
"Put your arms around my neck ... I like a woman to hold me when I'm making love to her," he said softly as I lay down next to him, feeling shivers of anticipation run through my entire body.
I complied with delight, wrapping my arms around his neck while he plastered his lips against mine, his wet tongue plunging into my open mouth. I wanted to turn this young man on beyond anything he had ever experienced with his young lovers. And, once we began to rub against each other and feel the warmth of our bodies as they touched, once the whole magical process was in motion there was no way of stopping it.
Within minutes, my body was twitching and writhing beneath Ron. As I thrust my pelvis against his throbbing cock, I could feel his member shudder and tense as though he were trying to control the lusty passion that was swallowing both of us up. I reached down and touched the flaming tip and felt a drop of semen cling to my finger. I knew that Ron was ready to enter me with no further delay.
He lifted himself up and plunged his prick into my dripping slit. I felt my sensitive muscles accommodate themselves to the presence of his massive, pulsating tool. My face was flushed with excitement as the young man fucked almost savagely in and out of my welcoming cunt while a light, fragrant layer of perspiration broke out over my forehead.
Searching to improve his position, I felt Ron slip his hands beneath the violently flexing cheeks of my ass, pulling my legs even further apart and opening me up to him even more widely as the tiny moist hole of my pussy loosened up to receive his thick, plunging cock. I licked his face and down along his neck and shoulders, my breath frantic and stimulated by his frenzied desire for my body.
My slender legs were jerking convulsively in the air while the impaling rod of hot flesh lunged deeper and deeper into my valley. I could think of nothing but the joyful sensation of being fucked by this powerful, virile young man who was finally giving me what I had been wanting subconsciously for over a year.
"Oooohhh!! ! You are perfect ... fuck me harder ... harder! I want you to fuck me harder!! " I cried out, my heart pounding in my breast.
Ron slaved above me, trying to make it particularly good for both of us, his rigidly thrusting cock coming almost free of my clasping vagina on his back stroke and then burrowing its way forward again until the throbbing head struck home against my sensitive cervix.
As though seized by an inspiration, the young man moved his hand between our naked, straining bodies, using his strong fingers to stimulate the soft warm lips of my vagina and the erect bud of my clit. I groaned with the added excitement. I could feel my climax beginning to build and grasped onto Ron even more tightly, my body grinding against him.
Getting up on his knees, Ron began to fuck me harder and harder. The room was filled with the echoes of the wet, smacking sound of his loins colliding with the naked cheeks of my ass. Our bodies met violently in mid-air, separated for a split second, and then slammed quickly together again. My nipples were hard little buds that dug fiercely into Ron's chest as I arched my body up to meet him, coming closer to orgasm with each passing second.
"Ah ... ahhh ... ah!" he was moaning, his face contorted with shameless pleasure.
Feeling his organ stiffen, I knew that it was all about to end at any moment. He was fucking me with all of his young strength and all of his knowledge. I twisted beneath him, wanting to suck every ounce of pleasure and satisfaction that I could out of this encounter. Then, suddenly, my voluptuous body began to vibrate beneath him.
"I'm coming!! ! I'm coming!! " I screamed, my voice contorted by the fury of the orgasmic spasms that were sweeping inexorably over me.
"Yesss baby!! ! Come ... I want you to come!" he responded.
I could feel my wildly convulsing cunt-flower open to his thrusting and the hot rush of my passion juices flooded around his pulsating cock as I came. The lips of my pussy seemed to be clinging to him and begged him, with urgent pressure, to fill me with his liquid essence.
With a gasp the young man's penis swelled up and began to erupt into the. hot flow of come that frantically filled my sex. My naked body was thrashing and jerking towards him as his hot white come shot into my dripping pussy and then dribbled out along the silken skin of my trembling buttocks, dampening the bed beneath us.
Then as we clung together breathing heavily, everything seemed to go limp. My long, slender legs dropped open in exhaustion. Our hearts were beating as though we had just run a long race. Neither of us seemed disposed to speak or move, and we lay together in the dark, silent room for a long time, Ron's slowly deflating cock still moving inside of me.
"Thank you ... that was better than I ever imagined it would be," I whispered finally.
'Thank You!! ! You certainly are more arousing than the children I've been playing games with lately," Ron said, looking up at me with glazed, satisfied eyes.. I kissed him tenderly, overcome again with love and lust for him.
I was only half listening to Jim when he told me about some big legal deal that he was about to pull off. I sat across from him, dressed and ready to go to work when we finished our dinner. Jim was going back to the office to wrap up some loose ends, but we both had a few minutes of idle conversation left before we could gracefully escape to our respective worlds.
Nodding silently as he spoke, I sipped on my brandy reflectively. I still could not quite believe that Ron and I had been together. I could not convince myself that it had really happened and that we had both finally allowed ourselves to behave in such wildly erotic ways together.
Now, with Ron once again at football practice and then off on a date with some young thing, as I sat and talked to my successful husband about business affairs, the whole experience seemed a little unreal, as if it were something I had dreamed. But, I knew it had happened and it certainly left its mark on me.
More than once I had fought off the temptation to stay home from work so that I could be with Ron again. I waited around for the few brief minutes when our paths crossed in the large house, when we could steal a quiet embrace in the hall as we went about our separate lives. I knew that for either of us to drastically alter what we did would not be good, but I wanted him so badly at times that I thought I was going crazy.
It was with great relief that I watched my husband leave for his plush law office. I finished my brandy and decided that I would go to work early. I was homey and discouraged after spending so much time thinking about Ron. As I threw a fringed shawl over my bare shoulders and went out into the cool night air, I hoped that there would be at least one interesting customer tonight. I needed a man!!
The Tahitian Massage Salon was a very comfortable, very well established place that catered to a very select clientele who could afford and appreciate the elegant surroundings. In addition to the massage rooms with their private bars and luxurious furnishings, there was a large swimming pool and several steam rooms and saunas for the comfort and pleasure of the customers.
I had worked at The Tahitian since I was only nineteen and was just beginning my career as a masseuse. It really was the perfect place to work. I never had to worry about unsavory clients and have met many interesting and attentive men there. Tonight, as I pulled into the private parking lot, I noticed that the usual Friday evening crowd was already beginning to arrive. Again, I hoped that there would be an interesting young man to take my mind off of Ron and my desire for him.
"Good evening dear ... how are you tonight, Karen?" Mr. Stewart, the owner of the establishment, called out to me as I entered my private room to change my clothes. He was a kind, loveable old gentleman who had taken me under his wing when I was practically still a child and had remained my friend ever since.
"Hi! What's up for tonight?" I asked, trying not to sound too anxious.
"Bob Burns is in the lounge. He asked for you specifically, if that's okay, Karen," Mr. Stewart informed me.
"Great ... I'll go have a drink with him as soon as I change ... thanks," I answered, my heart skipping a beat at the mention of Bob Burns. He was one of my favorite clients, a young man of about twenty five who had inherited a small fortune from his mother and was frantically trying to spend it all before he reached his thirtieth year! We often spent frivolous weekends together or he took me out for dinner to imagine restaurants. He was handsome and quite well-versed in bed, a young man who could always please me. Tonight I needed him desperately. Bob was not Ron, but he was a good substitute.
We had several brandies in the lounge, then I escorted Bob up to one of the elegant massage rooms. He turned his well chiseled face towards me as I closed the door. His shaggy blonde hair gleamed in the candlelight as he smiled engagingly at my flushed face.
'Tell you what," I said trying to sound casual, "Let me warm up ... I'll give you a massage on the house!" I slapped the soft bed with one slender hand.
"W. . . what?? ? "
"Lie down, dear!" I said, feeling quite like showing him some new sensual delights.
"Why?" Bob asked as though aware of the fact that a new experience was awaiting him. A softly alluring film of perspiration was forming on my face as my excitement grew almost unbearable. He touched my face gently and placed his naked body, with a lush terry cloth towel around his hips and just barely covering his sex, on the bed.
Trying to concentrate solely on the man lying in front of me, I removed my silk robe with a flourish, hanging it on a peg on the wall. Bob caught his breath and I caught sight of his cock stirring restlessly between his legs as he gazed at my slender, curvaceous body clad only in a tiny gold bikini.
My outfit was very brief and showed my bouncy cleavage off to great advantage. The bra was a flimsy thing that barely contained my ample, well rounded melons. My berry-like nipples pressed through the soft, clinging material as I bent over Bob's aroused body and pulled the towel away from his erect and pulsating tool. He reached out and placed his hand against my sex, feeling my bush beneath the tiny panties. My firmly curved thighs and smooth white buttocks flashed towards him as I began to massage his naked shoulders with fragrant oil.
I bent over him, digging my oiled hands into his tight neck muscles, kneading further down his back. I worked lower and lower, watching his tightly clenched buttocks and feeling him twitch beneath my touch as his cock grew hard and erect.
My eager hands dug into his naked ass, cupping a cheek in each hand as I rubbed and massaged them. I let my fingers slide down into the crevice between his buttocks. I touched his anus, sending sensual shivers throughout both of our bodies. With hungry hands, I pried his cheeks apart and leaned my face down to kiss his ass and run my tongue along the separation.
My tongue burrowed its way, licking and lapping, between the tightly clenched buttocks. As Bob moaned in ecstasy, I worked my tongue over his desire-tightened anus. Finally, as I felt the moisture running down my inner thighs, I knew that I wanted more.
"Turn over!"
Bob rolled over onto his back, his wildly throbbing erection sticking straight out from his body. His lust thickened cock seemed to twitch on its own accord. I bent forward over his naked body, taking the blood gorged tip into my warm mouth, sucking gently on the rigid tool. My lips opened to take in the violently pulsing rod and I let my tongue trace swift little circles around the hole.
The young client reached out and cupped my full, sensuous breasts in his hands. He rubbed my warm flesh, pinching and tweaking the dark round nipples until they were so hard they ached.
I eagerly seized his hardened shaft and guided it into my hungry mouth. There was something about his taste that was driving me wild. I slowly, and with great relish, took the swollen head of his tool into my mouth again and ran my tongue along the entire length of the shaft. A low, guttural groan escaped from Bob's lips as his hands traveled over my ripe, tingling breasts and down along my smoothly curving hips.
As my breathing became more and' more labored, his fingers played with my silken bush. I spread my legs invitingly, wanting to feel his thrusting fingers inside of my wet hole. Just as I started to lay down next to him, I heard a frantic pounding on the door. I jerked away with a start, not fully understanding why anyone would interrupt me when I was with so important a client.
"Oh God!" I cursed quietly as I kissed Bob feverishly and stood up reluctantly. He smiled and shrugged his shoulders as though to tell me that he wasn't going anywhere.
"Who's there?? ? " I asked.
"Karen?? ? Its Ron ... I must talk to you!" his frantic voice came through the heavy wood door. My heart lurched when I heard his young voice. Why had he come here? I felt a hot flush cover my face and I was suddenly beset with desire to see my son again, even if it was at The Tahitian.
"Just a minute, dear ... I'll be right with you," I responded.
It only took me a moment to hustle Bob Burns out of the massage room, although he was not at all pleased with my hurried explanation of a 'family emergency.' At the time, I didn't care whether Bob was happy or not. Ron stood down the hall in one of the lounges. When I entered the room, still clad only in my tiny gold bikini, Ron turned and looked at me with hungry, eager eyes that seemed to devour my naked flesh.
"Come on, dear, down the hall ... " I said urgently, taking his hand in mine.
"I have to talk to you ... it's been a terrible night!" he said quietly allowing me to lead him by the hand into the candlelit room.
"Sit down ... relax. Would you like a drink?" I asked not understanding why he had come to the place that I worked. He appeared feverish and uptight, not at all like the young man I was used to.
"Thanks, sure. Karen ... I need you tonight!! " Ron's voice was urgent as he downed a drink in one gulp. I gasped.
"What's the matter, sweetheart?" I asked, hoping I had understood him correctly, but wanting to give him a chance to talk further if it would help.
"I need you ... I want to make love to you tonight and I didn't know when you'd be home ... or if you'd be home ... " he responded, standing up and lurching towards me with a hungry smile on his young face.
In the flickering light I allowed him to grab at my flimsy garment and tear it away from my body. I stood in front of him, my slender body heaving with my excited breathing. My ample breasts with their erect dark buds stood out firmly from my chest. Ron reached out and took the twin mounds in his hands, manipulating the tender tips between his fingers.
As the virile man knelt down in front of me I saw the large bulge pressing against his pants. I wanted to pull his flaming rod out of the restrictive garment, but I had to wait. His warm breath covered my tits as he buried his face between the full breasts, running his tongue around and around the dark nipples. I pressed my hands against his dark head, pushing his hungry mouth tightly against my aching breasts.
As I swayed slightly, Ron bit my nipples, grinding the sweet berries between his teeth, his tongue stabbing at the erect buds and lapping all over my massive tits. I bent forward, dropping them around his face and rubbing them back and forth in front of his wet mouth.
"Take me!! ! Take me now!! " I demanded urgently.
Ron ripped off his clothes and swept up my naked body in his strong arms. He carried me over to the bed and placed me on the soft blankets. He towered above me, his rigid shaft pointing straight at my face. I reached out and placed one hand on his throbbing shaft, running it back and forth over the full length of the blood filled organ. He was so large and so strong!
"OOOhhhh ... your hands are so good!" Ron cried out.
With my other hand, I reached down between his legs and fondled the semen-filled sacs. His balls were hard and hot as I ran my fingers along the line from the end of his shaft and up between the sacs. He moved closer to me and I continued moving up along his crack, fingering the tight hole of his anus. With gentle pulls on his prick, I urged Ron down onto his knees, straddling me.
I ran my tongue along his cock and sucked his balls into my mouth. Then, with hungry sucking and licking movements, I stabbed my tongue into the pink hole of his ass. Ron lurched violently but pressed himself down hard on my face. His musky fragrance turned me on and drove me wild. Frantically I lapped at his ass, my hands massaging and pulling on his erection.
I opened my dewy lips and let him begin to pump in and out of my mouth with jerky, frantic movements. A drop of hot white liquid fell on my tongue as I trailed my fingers along his strongly muscled ass and pulled him further into my mouth.
"I want to fuck you!! ! "
"Yes!"
Ron slid his powerful body down along my nakedness. I could feel his rigid cock rubbing against my stomach and through the silken patch between my legs. His hands grasped my shoulders and his fingers dug deeply into my tender flesh. I reached down between our bodies and rubbed the swollen head of his pulsing cock against the outer lips of my wet vagina. Ron also reached down and seperated my swollen lips to expose the erect and throbbing little organ between my legs.
I arched up towards his huge erection, feeling its heat penetrate my clitoris and send waves of pleasure throughout my entire body. My moans became louder and more feverish as he slid his prick across my aching organ and around the wet hole that led to my precious pearl. Pulling my hands away, I again arched my pelvis up to greet him, throwing open my legs as wide as possible and inviting him to penetrate me with his manhood.
I felt the intense heat of his hard, steel-like tool as it plunged deep into my sex and pounded against my cervix. He was dropping the entire weight of his body into me and I groaned eagerly and crushed the full length of my naked body against him. My cunt was vibrating madly, sucking his lust hardened thickness further inside of me. I undulated my body against him in a slow, provocative rhythm.
Ron couldn't hold back any longer. I felt his rod twitch and stiffen inside of my sucking vagina. With a low, animal-like growl he lurched forward once again with a sudden powerful thrust that drove his massive pole of hot male flesh into the gaping mouth of my pussy. His long, thick cock raced up my hotly rippling cunt to the full depths of my belly. As I felt the hot burst of his fiery essence spurt into my pussy, I felt my own climax well up to engulf me.
I grew hotter and the heatedly throbbing passage that surrounded his exploding shaft began to contract wildly. Our love juices mingled inside of me and as he slammed into me for one final time I let out a long, low guttural cry. My pelvis ground madly against him as we exploded together, clinging to each other in wild abandon.
Ron and I continued to remain lovers for quite some time. My husband never knew that his wife and his son were intimate with each other, but then, he rarely paid much attention to either of us anyway.
Although we both also saw other people, for us there was the ultimate enjoyment in each other. We often talked about our incestuous affair. What made it all so beautiful and uncomplicated was the fact that we were both turned on by each other as people, not as mother and son. Even though we knew that we were related to each other, Ron and I felt more like lovers than relatives.
It was only because I didn't want Ron to grow too attached to me, and vice versa, that we decided to end our affair. I still think about him a lot and often times at night I wish that he were again sharing my bed. But, I think we both gained a lot from our love making and I certainly don't regret it at all. We are still close friends, but I know that my son will eventually get married and, for myself, my job still arouses me and introduces me to exciting male lovers.
SUMMARY
This case study of Karen L. clearly illustrated that there can be a lot more to an incestuous relationship than sickness or perversion, displaced love feelings of projected desires. This remarkable woman and her mature son, Ron, discover that they are attracted to each other simply as people, not as mother and son.
As Karen describes her attraction for the virile young man, who happens to be her son, we can see that she is talking about a purely sexual and sensual attraction. We all must agree that the basic need for sexual fulfillment is a universal, normal and natural need. Because Karen's husband did not satisfy this need for her, she naturally sought other outlets for her energies. What we often tend to forget in our male dominated society is that this need for fulfillment is as true for the female as for the male. Sex is not selfish. Or, it should not be. Each partner should be giving as well as receiving and this Karen could not get from her busy husband.
Karen is quite clearly a sensual woman who needed to have a satisfactory sexual life. Her job as a masseuse is indicative of her sensual nature. Being constantly exposed to naked men and women, she obviously found herself stimulated above and beyond what the typical individual faces. Therefore, it is not surprising that when she found herself attracted to her handsome young son, she reacted more as a woman and lover than a prudish mother.
Although research has determined that for most members of contemporary society incest is abhorred consciously, most of us also "unconsciously have quite strong incestuous desires at various times in (their) lives."(l) Further, few psychologists or psychiatrists today refuse to accept the large amount of unconscious guilt, conflict and neurotic symptomatology that is generated in large numbers of our populace because of these deeply repressed incestuous desires. However, none of these scientific findings can apply to every individual in a society, and it seems very clear that these general rules do not apply to Karen L.
I. Pg. 175, Albert Ellis, Ph.d., The Folklore of Sex."
Karen neither consciously nor unconsciously felt guilt or conflict about engaging in a sexual relationship with her son. Possibly this can be explained by her lack of abhorrence regarding incest in the first place. Although, it might seem difficult for one to escape the social conditioning that has made incest a contemptuous practice, we must admit that not too many people are warned against this 'taboo' in our modern world.
Incest, in the 1960's and even in the 1950s, has obviously become less heinous than its depictions in earlier times. This does not mean that individuals are actively encouraged to have intimate sexual relations with their close relatives, nor that every mother's son should expect seduction at home. But, it does mean that most normal human beings, like Karen and Ron, do experience, at some time in their lives, strong incestuous urges and desires and these feelings can now be expressed and experienced with considerably less conscious or unconscious feelings of guilt.
We must not forget that the difficulty in dealing with incestuous relationships is certainly not innate or inherited. This is in spite of the fact that incestuous desires are so common among young people and their parents as to be considered almost instinctive. What makes an individual with in-incestuous desires develop a 'complex' is his or her belief or assumption that it is 'wrong' or 'bad' to lust after parent or child!
If society did not rear and socialize its children to believe these nonsensical myths-since, although incest may have certain practical disadvantages, to think about it certainly does no harm-then feelings of guilt and cases of neurotics with Oedipal complexes would be much less prevalent. We are left with the fact that the individual ". . . ego has to mediate between social influences which later become internalized as morality or inner instinct inhibition on the one hand, and biological needs on the other."(2)
The more then that we violently condemn and punish incestuous urges and ideas, the more we tend to drive human beings into acquiring and feeding self-defeating 'complexes.' We should certainly keep in mind the fact that today's more liberated and understanding society seems to be emphasizing the evil horror of incest to a considerably lesser degree than yesterday's society. This is a fact that bodes well for the future mental
2 Pg. 296, Wilhelm Reich, ML). ,-Character Analysis." health of our society, especially for the younger generation.
The case of Karen and Ron offers ample illustrative evidence of this changing milieu. Neither mother nor son were affected by the supposed horror of their 'sin'. They were quite able to treat their intimacy as a love affair between two human beings who were attracted to each other in a purely sensual manner.
It is indeed encouraging to note that it is possible for some people to love and accept love without first checking a set of 'rule books' to make certain that their feelings are acceptable and, therefore, 'good'. Let us not forget that the horror of incest is also a relatively recent development in human psychology and ethics. The ancient dynasties of Egypt and Peru practiced incest. The authors of the Book of Genesis must have accepted the idea of incest as the sole means of explaining the descendents of Adam and Eve.
Karen and her son were not acting without ample and formidable precedent! Clearly, the horror of incest that we all feel, or pretend to feel, is indeed an acquired feeling. Since every race has adopted stern legal measures to prevent such activities as Karen and Ron engaged in, this can only be because the desire for incest is one of the cravings which mankind is constantly struggling against. If men and women avoided incest instinctively no legislation would be needed compelling them to avoid it. Further, no feelings of neurotic guilt would have to be socially implanted to keep immediate families from intimate relationships.
The case of Karen L. reassures me and gives me hope that in the future, hopefully in the near future, we will be able to remove sexuality from the realm of legislated morality, from the strictures of being 'good' or 'bad.' Sexual desire and attraction, and the resulting fulfillment and satisfaction are normal and natural aspects of every human being. As each individual has varying and different tastes in food and drink, so too it should be expected and accepted that each unique human being will also have varied sexual feelings. To condemn one kind of sexual feeling as 'bad' is as invalid as deciding, and then codifying, the so-called fact that to like rare steaks is immoral and therefore harmful to society.
CONCLUSION
The case studies presented in this volume have dealt primarily with the incestuous relationships between mothers and their young sons. Although the more common cases of incest, or at least those that have received the most avid publicity, are father and daughter intimacies, it should be clear to the reader, now, that not only do women have sexual desires for their sons, but, also, that growing young men equally desire their mothers.
We have already demonstrated that there are many different levels of understanding in studying the incestuous relationship. One of the pioneers in the scientific study of sexual behavior, Havelock Ellis, has suggested that "if we are to gain a deeper insight into the psychology of human behavior in general, we must first achieve a broader understanding of sex and its influence in human affairs."(l) Thus, to fully comprehend incest is also to delve into human sexuality in general, as well as to look at the society in which human behavior takes place, for we have obviously shown that in-
I. Pg. xvi, Prank S. Caprio, M.D., "Variations in Sexual Behavior " cest is quite basically a form of human sexual behavior.
Our difficulties and problems begin when we realize that incest is considered to be a 'deviant' form of sexual behavior. Although incest taboos exist only among human beings and nowhere among the rest of the animal kingdom this further demonstrates the fact that man assumes that there is some kind of social norm which society can properly set up as a standard for sexual behavior.
The norms set up by society, and often times enforceable by law as well as custom, are a strange mixture of wisdom and ignorance. Perhaps, if there was a more general understanding of the whole spectrum of human motivation, the role of sex in people's lives would adjust itself more reasonably, and more comfortably, into man's eternal quest for the 'good life.'
What social and legal taboos seem to overlook is the fact that all human beings harbor some tendencies to depart from the conventional sexual relationship. There is probably no healthy person in whom there does not, at some time, exist a desire to supplement his normal sexual activity with some other sexual activity that would be termed 'perverse' or 'deviant'. Yet, one must seriously question the entire concept of sexual 'deviance' because what is really being spoken of is not something that is inherently wrong or harmful, but something that is simply different, and, therefore, considered dangerous.
Obviously, we are moving into the hazy realm of social control and social norms that must be based on averages and overall views that too often tend to obscure the unique individual from sight. If most people do something it is considered acceptable, but if only a few people do the same thing, then the act becomes strange and different, the object of fear and irrational reactions. Man seems to have an irrational dislike of anything he does not fully understand and to rid himself of these fears it is an easy step for society to make these things or actions illegal or 'taboo.'
In this way, sex taboos have become deeply rooted in our modern society. They have become so emotionally charged that their infringement often brings inevitable and automatic punishment in the form of real suffering-often manifesting itself in severe psychotic states. This self-induced 'punishment' is not necessarily the direct result of the fear of any kind of external sanction, though to be sure many of our laws and religious teachings do strongly buttress these fears. like the taboos of primitive men, our modern sex taboos are not based upon rational understanding of the practical reasons for fearing the imagined danger.
Returning to the subject of this volume, incest, it should be stressed again that incestuous cravings are a biological phenomena which, for reasons of social convenience have been made unlawful, but which do not, or should not, brand the individual experiencing them as either a degenerate or a vicious person. If "all people were able to fulfill their natural sexual needs without disturbance, there would be no need to talk about the sexual problem."(2) Certainly, as we have earlier demonstrated, one 'natural sexual need' is a fulfilling sexual relationship and incest is a natural way of expressing a desire for this end.
Study further reveals the fact that the terms 'normality' and 'abnormality' have relative meanings, their connotations being predicated on convention rather than upon nature or instinct. While we may recognize that many of our present moral and legal codes have evolved from the irrational dogmatism of primitive sex taboos and
2. Pg. 275, Wilhelm Reich, M.D., "Character Analysis." later Church moralisms, we have as yet done very little to revise outmoded legislation governing sexual behavior. Nor have we, in our supposedly liberated and free society, gone very far towards removing sexual behavior to the private realm of the bedroom and out of the glaring light of a 'public morality' that condemns what it does not understand.
I think that the case studies presented within this volume should make it quite clear that those people who engage in incestuous relationships are not harming themselves or the society in which they live. While overstepping the conventional boundaries of acceptable behavior, our subjects were able to realistically accept their actions without developing complex psychological or psychiatric difficulties. Although most theories that are today considered scientifically valid, lead us to the image of the participant in incestuous behavior patterns as being a twisted individual who is constantly tortured from within, the charge that such behavior definitely manifests itself in these harmful patterns seems to have less credence when one looks at cases such as those we have presented in this particular study.
Finally, incest has been woven into the pattern of our civilization since our earliest recorded history, and it will doubtless continue so long as man continues to wrestle with the inner beast that seems to dominate him in so many situations. However, when one reviews the slow but inexorable progress of civilization we must realize how very fortunate we are to possess, in spite of all else, a great capacity for love and tenderness and compassion. And, as long as these emotions exist, there should be little need to worry about who we love, or when we love, or how we express that love.
