Millions of years ago when the species homo sapiens started living together as family units, it was commonly practiced to perpetuate human race. Life was short and uncertain. A small family couldn't cope with the many hostile forces that threatened daily existence. To provide more offspring to hunt, cook and fight for the family, the patriarch mated with his daughter as well as wife. Brothers were obliged to make their sisters pregnant and when the headman grew impotent, his mate had sexual relations with her more virile male children.
When the social order grew more sophisticated, and communications between family units improved, the need for incest ended and the practice faded. But every now and then, certain societies revived the practice to meet specialized needs. Regarded as deities, the Egyptian pharaoh were forbidden by law from mating with commoners. Brother married sister, a widowed queen could only have sexual relations with her son, and the pharaoh accepted his daughter as a second wife. When the era of the dynasties crumbled, incest as a socially condoned practice fell into disrepute. Yet, the act of sex between close members of a family structure continued to be performed throughout the ages and for widely different reasons.
Incest Today examines the social pressures within the family unit of the 1970s which motivates incest. In one case, the female president of a small college, unable to cope with disruptive campus troubles and the many other demands of an educator turns inward to her own family for peace and tranquility. And she finds mental peace in the incestuous arms of first her son, and later her grandson.
In another documented case, a black man finds success in a white business corporation. Cursed as an Uncle Tom by black militants and an upstart "nigger" by jealous white rivals at the office, the case subject suffers a mental breakdown and finds relief in the bed of his teen-age daughter.
In the third case, a Woman's Lib member who describes all males as "chauvinistic pigs," sleeps with her own twelve-year-old son.
The final case analyzes the motives of a housewife turned best-selling novelist who found it necessary to research the subject of incest by sleeping with her own sons with the approval of her husband.
The motivations for incest change with each generation. The theme of Incest Today is to relate contemporary incestuous conduct with the fast moving social changes pressuring family life in the 1970s.
CASE HISTORY ONE
Case Subject: Lyddia B. Sex: Female Age: 58
Marital Status: Widowed
Occupation: College Administrator
Sexual History: Has sexual relations on a regular basis with both her son and grandson. Prefers oral attentions from her 35-year-old son but performs the act of fellatio on her 12-year-old grandson.
INTERVIEW ONE
The first interview was conducted with case subject Lyddia B. who, at first, refused to cooperate insisting she was perfectly normal. Under hypnosis, she relaxed and described her incestuous affairs in frank and uninhibited language. Widowed for over five years, Lyddia B. went without sexual relations until she seduced her own son, a college professor. The interview was transcribed on tape.
ANALYST: Do you have regular sexual relations with your son?
LYDDIA: Yes. Yes. Ted fucks me a couple times a week in my office. Whenever he can get away from his wife, he stays overnight with me in my apartment.
A: Do you have a sexual relationship with your own grandson?
L: Yes. My grandson Bobby stays with me every week-end.
A: And you have direct sexual relations with the boy?
L: I let him put it in my cunt. But mostly I go down on him. He's got a sweet tasting cock, and when he blows it in my mouth, I can climax without even playing with myself.
A: Are these relationships satisfactory?
L: Very.
A: Can you explain why you prefer incest to a normal relationship with a man your own age? L: No, I can't. I've tried to analyze the situation but I didn't come up with any answers. A: How did it start?
LYDDIA: "My late husband was president of the college and I assisted him in administrative affairs. After his death, the college board elected me to his position. I thought I could handle the job but the situation on campus started to deteriorate. Riots. Pressure from the community. Criticism from the board members. I wanted to succeed in my new position for the sake of my husband's name. But things went from bad to worse, and I thought I was going to have a nervous breakdown. Then, one day, I caught two students fucking in a lecture room after hours. My first impulse was to charge into the room, make a scene and expel both from the college. But something else inside of me calmed me down. Instead of going into a rage, I held my breath and watched.
"One student was a black fellow with a big, Afro haircut, one of the loud-mouthed troublemakers on campus. And as I peered more closely into the room, myheart almost leaped through my mouth when I realized the woman with the black boy wasn't a student but the wife of a college board member. When she emerged from the shadows, I recognized her, immediately. This woman had to be about sixty years old, gray-haired but quite attractive, in a tall, willowy, aristocratic way. The light sparkled off her wedding ring which was big as an ostrich egg and her fingers were busy rolling up her dress and tugging down her under briefs.
"Now, I knew I had to interfere. The Afro was about to rape the elderly but wealthy and beautiful woman. Luckily, I took a few more minutes to size up the situation. And I quickly established the fact that the boy was definitely not raping the woman. To the contrary, the woman was forcing the boy to fuck her. My eyes bulged at the sight of his big, black prick which was only half hard.
" 'I'm afraid,' he whispered to the woman. 'Suppose someone catches us? They'll kick me out, and I want to finish college.'
"The woman exposed her already swollen cunt. 'No one is going to catch us black boy,' she said in a hard and threatening way. 'If you don't fuck me, I'll say you tried to rape me and they really will throw the book at you.'
"'Why me?' the athletic nigger whined.
'Can't you find some white cock to take care of you?'
"The woman's eyes grew hard as the diamond in her ring. 'Down deep, I've always had a yen to get stuffed with black cock. But out in the white suburbs, there's no chance for that kind of action.' She spread her legs. 'Come on honey,' she coaxed. 'Show your old white momma how good your big, black bone is.' Her eyes rolled lewdly over his equipment. 'It's enough to make my mouth water. My husband can't fuck worth a damn. And he refuses to eat me, or let me go down on him. And I've been dying for mouth action for years.'
"The Afro now let his eyes drop over the exposed genitals of the old woman. Much to my surprise, the coon cocksman was attracted to what he saw. The mass of silvery cunt hairs curled up towards him as though beckoning for a tongue. The cuntal gash was deep and wide with thick, reddish lips. The old gal's clitoris was already in a state of full erection. The old cunt had a hard on and no mistaking that fact!
"The long, red tongue of the Afro flickered nervously over his thick, full lips. The black skin of his penis began to stretch, and harden. One large black hand with its strangely creamy-colored palms fondled his nuts. The meat grew blacker but the expanding, bloodgorged cockhead turned a strange purple-black color.
" 'That's better,' the old woman breathed. 'That bone of yours wants my cunt.'
"The black boy was breathing hard now. His eyes rolled back showing the whites. His resistance and fear melted quickly away in the consuming fires of lust.
"For answer, the old woman turned around, bent over a bit and spread the cheeks of her ass. Reaching back with one hand, she slid one finger into the brown. A faint smell of shit wafted upwards but under the circumstances, the odor was not at all disagreeable. To the contrary, it excited the black boy, and my own she-cock stiffened and pushed up against my silky underwear. Unable to stand the pressure, I yanked up my skirt and slid one hand under the rubber band of my shorts. Reaching down, my fingers burrowed through the tangle of cunt hair and grabbed hold of my own fuck stick. I almost cried out as I rolled the clitoral tip between my thumb and index finger.
"The nigger kept staring in wide-eyed surprise at the white woman's back and finger which kept goosing her asshole.
" 'You want me to bung your back hole?' he asked and his face wrinkled with distaste at such a perversion.
'The gray-haired woman called over her shoulder. 'No, honey. I want you to kiss me there. A great, big, passionate, soul kiss. A kind of dreamy French kiss I've been dreaming about.' And pulling a face mirror out of her purse, she held it up. 'And I want to watch while you make big love to my asshole.'
"The Afro looked as though he was going to panic. 'But why? Why do you want me to kiss your ass?'
"The woman snapped. 'Don't ask questions. Just lay the tongue up my ass. Let me feel it hot and moist and put plenty of love into it, too. I don't want any timid caress. Drive that tongue up my asshole as far as possible.' By way of explanation, she added. 'That's where I live. I got more nerve endings in that tube than I do in my pussy. When I masturbate which is often, I pump my dildo into the rectum. Now, tongue me goddammit! On your knees and lay it up my asshole!'
"The skin of the black boy exuded a rather sickly odor which both his fear and nausea released. If the woman hung a rape charge on him, he knew he couldn't effectively fight her. He'd have to do as she ordered. An oral-anal job was obviously completely alien to him. And the more he hesitated, the uglier and more threatening the woman grew.
" 'On your knees burr head,' she rasped. 'Here. Stick your tongue here,' she ordered pointing to the brown hole that was also ringed with short, wiry, grayish hairs.
"The Afro fell onto his knees, and stared up at the cheeks of white ass flesh that now hovered over his black face. Considering her age, the cheeks were in fairly good shape although they did sag a bit. The cleavage was quite wide and revealed clearly the brownish-stained floor of the rear-end valley.
"For some reason, I kept visualizing a male face behind my own ass, and as I fantasized, I started to flick my clit back and forth. My knees almost buckled, and I leaned against one wall for support. Moisture oozed out of my box. It felt so good!
"As I commenced to finger fuck myself, the action in the next room grew more heated, too. The Afro, on his knees, ran his black fingers over the flared ass cheeks of the elderly woman. The tissues of this flesh burned into his fingers and he began to lose his distaste for tonguing the exposed shit hole of an old woman. The broad nostrils of the boy fluttered and he inhaled the smell with increasing relish. Tension left his face which smoothed out again, and his round, black eyes grew ecstatic.
" 'Smells good,' he told himself in a surprised whisper. 'This ass smells fuckingly good.'
"Delighted, the woman overheard the boy whispering to himself. 'Of course my ass smells good, baby. Now, give me some black tongue. Drive it up my asshole so deep, I'll be able to taste it.'
" 'Yeah mom,' the boy replied in a strangled voice. 'I'll do it. I'll suck your ass.'
"Growing more heated, the old woman shouted over her shoulder. 'Suck my ass black baby. Eat it. EAT MY ASS.'
"The Afro's fingers clawed into the ass flesh, pulled the cheeks as far apart as possible and the next thing I knew, his tongue was drilling into the sensitized asshole. The walls of the orifice gave way easily to the jabbing tongue which dropped down the rectal tube. The smell, feel and taste of the woman's asshole poured so much lust fuel into the nigger's dick that he grabbed hold of the meat and began to beat the bone.
" 'Yeah, yeah, yeah,' the woman shrieked, encouragingly as she watched him masturbate through her hand mirror. 'Pump your prick,' she shouted. 'Your tongue feels so good up my asshole. Feels like velvet. Can even feel it up my twat.' And without another moment's hesitation, she pulled out her own she-cock and started jacking herself off at such a rapid rate, I was unable to follow the action of her hand. And while she took care of herself, she kept grinding and rolling her hips in the most wanton and lewd manner. Her tits flapped back and forth and her eyeballs kept rolling around like a couple of ball bearings. Her knees flexed downward and it was clear that inner visions of lust kept her entertained as she pumped her prick back and forth with her skilled and educated masturbatory fingers and thumb.
"The Afro was a masturbating master, too. His big, black fist pistoned up and down the penile shaft as his tongue and part of his black face was deeply imbedded between the spread cheeks of old ass.
"And despite the fact that I was a newcomer to the practice of self play, my own fingers and body seemed to know what had to be done to effect a cuntal climax. Two fingers and the pinky dug themselves into the box while my thumb and forefinger plunked out a tune on my turgid twat tickler. Following the example of the old woman, my knees flexed and my hips rotated around and back and forth. My imagination took such a strong hold of me that I was almost positive that a young man or boy was kneeling behind me and licking my ass, too.
"And believe it, or not, we all climaxed at the same time. Seconds before blast off, the old woman grew almost demented. 'Stick your prick tongue deep into my asshole,' she kept shouting in a louder and louder voice. 'Drill your nigger nook deep inside of me.' And she exhorted her kneeling, anal lover she kept pushing her ass back until the Afro's face was almost entirely concealed by ass flesh. I marveled at his masturbatory skill. He kept changing hands and not once did he miss a stroke. His balls kept twirling around as though they were motorized. Saliva filled up the cleavage and spilled down the curving flesh of the woman's ass.
" 'Now,' the old crone yelled. 'Blowing my cunt. NOW.' The force of the blow-out pushed her back until she was sitting atop the Afro's head and face. Sex syrup trickled forcefully through the crack and snaked down the thighs of the woman.
"The coon's cannon creamed out a gobby barrage that puddled all over the floor.
"Stifling a scream, I shuddered backwards as my own cuntal walls collapsed to eject a piss-like stream of joy juice. Heat flowed through my fuck fissure and my knees almost buckled. As soon as I collected my wits, I dropped my dress and staggered back to my own office and locked the door...."
ANALYST: Was this the first experience you had with sex since the death of your husband? L: Yes.
A: You grew determined to have more such experiences.
L: Not at first. I was confused. The orgasm was a definite release from the many tensions bothering me. And yet... A: And yet... what?
L: I didn't want to get involved with a man. My job was all consuming and I wanted to succeed for the sake of my husband's memory. A: But you did turn to your son for sex almost immediately after that incident. L: Not exactly. It really all happened quite accidentally. After the first time, I just naturally expected my son to take care of me. A: You didn't seduce your son? L: In a way, we sort of seduced each other. A: Tell me about it.
LYDDIA: "After I climaxed by masturbating myself, I returned to my own office to collect my wits. I was faced with a decision to make. Either I expelled the black student for lewd behavior, or I remained silent about the episode. If it happened again and they were caught, my own reputation as college president would be tarnished. Also, I was confused by my own emotions. Ever since I became a widow, I had pushed sex out of my mind. Now, it had returned with a vengeance. Obviously, I needed cock. But from whom?
"At that moment while I was agonizing over a possible decision, my son rapped on my office door and I let him in. Ted was a professor who taught history and had an excellent future as an educator. He looked disturbed.
" 'A black student and the wife of one of our board members are having sexual relations in one of the unoccupied lecture rooms,' he announced, gravely. 'I just walked by and caught them together. They were ...'
" 'Fucking,' I calmly supplied the correct word.
"My son looked shocked.
"Despite the gravity of the situation, I was compelled to laugh. 'Your mother is not a virgin,' I told my son. 'I saw them too. But I'm not sure what I should do about it. I can't see the point in creating a scandal.'
"Ted was outraged. 'Damned nigger troublemakers. Never wanted them admitted into our college. And that old woman! A white person. She ought to be ashamed!'
"I explained. 'She happens to be the wife of a very influential board member. He could make things rough for me. I think we'd better forget about it, and hope it doesn't happen again.'
"Ted grew sullenly silent which gave me an opportunity to satisfy my curiosity. When I left the couple, they had both experienced an orgasm. But what happened after I left? 'What precisely were they doing?' I asked Ted.
"Ted grew red with embarrassment. 'The black fellow was ...' and he groped for words that would express a perverted sex act as delicately as possible. But he couldn't find those words. And I grew impatient.
" 'Dammit,' I growled. 'Out with it. I'm no prude. They were fucking. How?' I demanded to know.
"My son looked slightly ill. 'They were doing something that only abnormal, queer kind of people do.' He averted his eyes. 'The black bastard was down on the old woman. He was sucking her ...'
" 'Cunt,' I breathed. That figured. After the Afro exploded his cannon, he wasn't in condition to bone up, immediately. Obviously, the old woman wanted to climax, again and she insisted on a tongue job up her cunt.
"The walls of my vagina began to spasm again. My own husband used to eat me quite often and I loved the feel of tongue up my pussy. I was quite surprised by my son's sense of outrage at the act of cunnilingus. Didn't he go down on his own wife? And bluntly, I asked him that question.
"Despite his age of thirty-five, the face of my son turned crimson. 'You're talking like a degenerate,' he accused. 'You're talking like my perverted wife.'
"I stared thoughtfully back. For some time, I knew Ted was having marital problems. Now, I knew the reason. 'Your wife wants you to go down on her,' I said simply.
" 'And I refuse,' he blurted out. 'I refuse to become a pervert to satisfy her own abnormal demands. That going down business is something only queer people do like our black, pervert friend.'
"I suddenly realized that my son had grown into a terrible snob, the ultimate WASP, or white Anglo-Saxon protestant who are convinced their shit don't stink.
"I almost shouted. 'Regardless of the Afro, there is nothing wrong with the act of cunnilingus. It is an instinctive sort of thing. Why, your father used to go down on me all the time. The happiest moments of his life were spent with my cunt in his mouth.'
"My son clutched at his stomach as though he was going to throw up. 'Never knew you could be so disgusting,' he said, ashen-faced.
"His snobbish, superior manner infuriated me. My son had grown into the sort of snob I had always detested. I was seized with the urge to shock him. Leaping to my feet, I pulled up my dress and dropped my under briefs. I heard myself yelling. 'This is what your father used to eat. There's nothing wrong in such an act. And the sooner you go down on your wife, the happier you'll both be.'
"Ted's eyes grew larger than a couple of grapefruit. Some primitive urge within him kept forcing him to remain staring fixedly directly at my pussy. And as my own anger dissipated, I began to grow excited with the knowledge that my own son was looking at the same cunt his father used to eat and fuck.
"Finally, Ted managed to speak. 'So much hair,' he breathed in a scarcely audible voice. 'Irma hardly has any at all.'
"Once I had seen his wife Irma in the nude. And it was true. She had very little pubic hair. But did cunt hair turn Ted on, or off? The answer came to me silently and from between his legs.
"Ted boned up.
"And the outer lips of my cunt began to thicken up and draw slightly apart. My son was growing excited by looking at his mother's cunt.
And I found the excitement contagious. Deep within, my cunt started to throb. Then, it hit me. I wanted my son to eat my cunt.
"From the size of the bulge between Ted's legs, he was very well hung, and a new sort of curiosity gripped me. I wanted to look at my son's cock, I wanted to see his nuts, I ached suddenly to feel his prick rip through my vagina.
" 'But he's your son,' another voice within me kept shouting.
"I didn't answer that shocked-sounding voice. At that moment, I knew only one thing. I urns on fire to get eaten by my own son. Slowly, I turned around to give Ted a good look at my cheeky ass. My husband had always admired the way the flesh of my ass sloped out so curvaceously. Was Ted an ass man, too?
"His voice broke. 'You're built so much more attractively than my own wife,' he said.
"I faced him again. 'Darling, I find you attractive, too,' I said. 'In fact, I ...'
"Ted kept nodding. 'Yes, I feel it too. Something inside tells me to ...'
" 'Fuck me,' I blurted out, impatiently. 'If you don't throw your sonly tool deep into your mother's cunt, I'm going to get sick.' And without waiting for his response, I grabbed hold of the protrusion between his legs and squeezed.
" 'Oh mommy,' he babbled. 'Your hand feels so good on my peter.'
"Silently, I unzipped his pants and fished out the pole of meat. The bone slid out into my warm hands. 'You're really hung, darling,' I said as my eyes appraised the length, diameter and the texture of the prick. Teasingly, the tips of my fingers reached under and cupped the balls.
" 'Hmmmnnnn,' I sighed, rapturously. 'You've got it, sweetheart. You're hung better than your own daddy. Your wife ought to be proud to handle a tool like this one.'
'Ted shook his head. 'But her nude body doesn't excite me.'
" 'Does mine?' I asked.
" 'I ... think so,' he said, slowly. Then, in the first decisive statement he made since I knew him. 'Take off your clothes, mom. All of them. Your office door is locked. No one can come in.'
" 'You too,' I replied. 'Let's both get into the nude. After all, it's only natural for a mother to want to see her son's body.'
" 'And I want to see your body,' Ted admitted.
"Turning our backs, we modestly removed our garments. Finally, I was completely naked. 'May I turn around?'
" 'Yesss,' Ted said, slowly. The boy sounded shy, embarrassed about letting mother see his exposed penis. Would it be erect? I wondered as
I turned to face my only son.
"The cock of my son was soft but I was surprised to realize his body was magnificently developed. For years, I'd pictured him as the absentminded professor type with dark, rumpled clothes and a completely sexless demeanor. His wife had often complained to me about his lack of sex drive and his unimaginative approach to conjugal relations. Divested of his shapeless garments, Ted's shoulders appeared broad, his chest expansive, his stomach flat and his legs long and muscular. But most of all, I was surprised at the way my son's penis had developed. First of all, the meat was long, well hung as the vulgarians put it. Ivory-colored skin of the penile shaft fused into the large, pinkish cockhead with its rim of dark purple. The balls, two tantalizing sacs hung loosely down and my fingers itched to squeeze and fondle them. And the swirls of black, wooly hair climbed up the steep ascent of his stomach. The navel, or bellybutton was large enough to take a tongue fuck.
"As my eyes appraised the naked body of my son, I slowly took my hands away from the cunt. I, too, had been a bit embarrassed about letting Ted see my exposed pussy. Overcoming my initial reluctance and hesitation, I gave Ted a good look at the way his mother was hung.
While I kept my eyes glued to his face to assess his every reaction, I felt the innards of the vagina flutter and leak out a bit of moisture. Uncoiling from its hiding place deep within my cuntal flesh, the clitoris stretched out and upward.
"Ted's voice was barely audible. 'Your hair ... it's gray all over.'
"His eyes had rolled downward and appeared to remain fascinated by the sight of the pubic hair. The strands had grayed quite some time ago but I hadn't given it any thought. Now, I realized that the sight of gray hairs around my cunt was turning my son on.
"Ted's voice sounded far away. 'When I was a kid, I saw grandma's hairs quite by accident. They were all gray, too. I remember boning up, immediately. And when I masturbated I kept fantasizing myself licking grammy's cunt. All I could see was that ocean of gray, beautiful hair in my face while I ate ...'
"My heart started to beat dangerously fast. Ted had been sexually attracted to my own mother when he was just a kid. He had even eaten and fucked her in his imagination.
"I heard myself say, 'Do ... I remind you of grandma?'
"Ted nodded his head. 'Yes. Your .. . cunt reminds me of her. It looks exactly the same with those gray hairs. I'd ...' and he broke off hopelessly confused, and terribly shamed.
"I leapt to his rescue. 'Of course you can eat my cunt, son,' I told him with emphasis and joy. 'Mommy would just adore her pussy eating son to go down on her.'
"The moment I expressed a desire for his tongue up my twat, Ted started to bone up. And to facilitate matters and put him completely at ease, I reached over and gently took hold of the expanding penis.
" 'Feels so good, darling,' I murmured. 'So fuckingly good,' and I gave the meat a hard squeeze to assure him of my sincerity. And it did feel good! It felt heavenly as the tissues enlarged, grew hard, warmer and charged upward towards the angle of the fuck. With my fingertips, I managed to pinch his nuts and with the remaining free hand, I reached in back of Ted and drove a straight finger deep inside of his asshole. And while blood flooded into his darkening face, I rubbed the cockhead back and forth over the lips of my swelling cunt country. Then, I realized I simply had to pop it into my mouth and suck the meat. I made my desire known.
" 'But mommy,' Ted protested, 'I want to suck you too. Just got to suck you!' he insisted. And to dramatize this desire on the part of my son, he waggled his tongue back and forth over his lips and pantomimed a man licking the female snatch. Then, he compressed his lips together and pulled his head backwards indicating he had a mouthful of cunt hairs in his mouth. At that sight, something within my vagina almost exploded and I knew I couldn't wait any longer for my son's tongue.
" 'Eat me, darling,' I said with a release of breath. 'Eat your mommy's cunt!'
"But the mechanics of this job presented a problem. The utilitarian furniture in my office didn't include a couch. And the top of my desk was cluttered with important documents that couldn't be moved until I read them over. Either Ted ate me on the floor, or on my swivel chair. I selected the chair for comfort which did afford one the opportunity of getting eaten. Leaning back, I spread my legs and indicated that I wanted Ted to kneel down before me and push his face hard into the fast moistening vulva.
"Again, this position presented a problem. The seat of the chair was much too low to enable Ted to comfortably go down on me. He could easily get a cramp in his neck, and if the eating position was uncomfortable, he wouldn't be able to put all of his enthusiasm into the mouth job. Shuddering towards the tile floor, I said, simply, 'We just can't do it on the floor.'
"Fortunately, my son surprised me again with his imagination which I didn't think he possessed. Smiling now, he said, 'Remain seated, mom. The chair will do just fine. In fact, it will give you a chance to enjoy my bone.'
"Mystified, I was about to protest. After all, I wasn't an acrobatic, and I couldn't see how the chair would suffice for the work intended.
" 'It'll work,' Ted kept assuring me as he sized up the situation. 'Yes,' he added, 'it will definitely work.'
"Calming my fears, Ted went about the business of utilizing the chair to hold a mother and son for the act of mutual suckery. Again, my darling son surprised me with his resourcefulness. Standing on his hands, Ted allowed his legs to fall back over my shoulders. In this manner, his face was buried between my legs, and his rigid reamer was pressing the head against the cheeks of my face.
"Ted called up. 'Now, we can suck each other off, mom.' His voice sounded excited, pleased and rather proud.
"Taking hold of my son's prick, I gazed at the meat with loving eyes. 'Yes, dear,' I assured him. 'I'll suck you off. It's going to feel heavenly to plop your cock into my mouth. And sweetheart, when you stick your tongue deep into your mother's cunt, don't suck too hard. Don't make me come too fast. I want to luxuriate in the sensation of a sonly tongue lapping a motherly cunt. I want to get all goosepimply when you slowly, tantalizingly slide the hot, velvety, and wet tongue up my cunny. Slowly does it at first, son. Then, jab it deeper and deeper into the sugar snatch until the licking sensation reached up and touches my tonsils. But don't squander all your time inside the box. Wrap those beautifully shaped lips around my clit, my turgid twat trigger until I scream my head off. But the louder I scream, the more ecstatic I'll feel. And don't pay any attention to my screams. Just go right on eating until your mommy blows out her load straight into your mouth. And precious, I want you to swallow every, single trickle that comes pumping out of the cuntal well.'
"Whether or not Ted heard me was debatable. His face was already buried deeply between my legs. His nose burrowed through the gray hairs of cunt and true to his promise, his lips seized a mouthful of my hairs and pulled on them ever so gently. My she-prick pokered up until I sobbed out, 'Oh darling, eat me, eat my pussy. EAT YOUR MOTHER'S CUNT!'
"Dutifully, my son devoted himself exclusively to his appointed task. Despite his lack of experience as a labia licker, his mouth instinctively closed over my near exploding clitoris and he started to suck.
" 'Suck hard,' I exhorted. 'Harder. Make me come. Make mommy piss out her load.' And as he did my bidding, my hips gyrated around in a lascivious manner, and the swivel chair enabled me to throw my pelvis back and forth in short but determined fucking movements.
"To add more fuel to the fires of incestuous lust, I took hold of my son's pulsating prick and shoved every inch of that long pole into my mouth. I felt like a sword swallower with one important difference. I loved the taste of this particular prickly sword and if possible, I'd have torn it out from the roots and swallowed it. First, the bulbous, salty tasting cockhead slid noiselessly over my tongue and dropped down my gullet. Then, came the pecker shaft and although I allowed my teeth to make faint impressions in the skin I fought to prevent myself from biting deeply into the cockly gristle.
"I kept shoving the pole of cock into my mouth to such an extent that the batch of wiry pubic hairs bit into my face, scratching against my lips, cheeks and forehead. Reaching up, I slid both hands over the cheeks of my son's ass and pressed downward. One finger just naturally drove itself deep into his asshole. Then, as I sucked cock, I kept driving my finger in and Out of the rectum. My goose finger grew moist and the faint smell of shit hovered around my nostrils. But under the circumstances, it was the most exciting odor I'd ever smelled.
"The rocking of the chair began to increase in violence. Ted's sucking of my cunt grew more impassioned as he draped his tongue over and under the clitoral shaft. My prick felt almost as swollen as a man's hard.
" 'Pull on it,' I screamed. 'Pull it way out. That's what makes mommy hot. Real cuntholey hot. Now, pull goddammit,' I screamed, scarcely realizing the content of the words that streamed through my lips. 'PULL MOMMY'S CUNT,' I shouted at the top of my lungs.
"Poor Ted! His jaws began to ache, and saliva kept streaming so unabatedly from his mouth, the hot liquid burned over the exposed skin of my thighs. But never for a single moment did my darling son shirk from his promised task of making me climax. His hot, driving tongue inside of me and his contagious enthusiasm had already driven me to the brink. I was almost prepared to climax. Yet, a certain something was preventing me from going all the way over. Perhaps, a bit of guilt from my subconscious, a puritanical hangup from the very correct social order in which I normally functioned was preventing me from exploding. I began to grow desperate. Ted couldn't keep sucking my cunt, indefinitely. There was a limit. His aching jaws could take only so much of the sucking movement which was a strain. Then, another danger presented itself, or suddenly occurred to me. If Ted cracked his nuts and blew out his load in my mouth, the loss of energy would be so great, he'd naturally be compelled to stop all activity. And if I didn't climax now, I'd go out of my mind. The problems of the campus had tensed me up to such an extent that I needed this release to retain my sanity.
"And to add to my fears, Ted stopped his tongue to look up at me sideways. 'Are you near coming yet, mother?' he asked, concernedly. His face glistened from all the cuntal juices and a few hairs had broken off and were lodged between his lips. 'I want to blow in the worst way, mom,' he told me. 'And please,' he begged, 'swallow every drop of my juice. It's important to me.'
"I took my son's hot but drenched cock out of my mouth. 'Important?' I echoed, puzzled.
"His voice dropped almost to a whisper. 'When I was a kid growing up, I was never sure of your love. I have to feel accepted.'
" 'Of course, I accept you, sweetheart,' I promptly replied with a sob in my voice. When
Ted was a kid, I didn't give him too much attention because my husband demanded so much of my time. I had never realized that Ted felt neglected. 'I love you, darling,' I called down to him. 'You can have all of me.' And making that announcement, I stuck his prick back into my mouth and sucked on it with all the expertise at my command.
"First I held the cockhead between my shapely lips and bit down hard at the base of the bulb. Then, blowing my hot breath over the glans, I slowly drew the shaft all the way inside my mouth. All the while, my teeth were biting down into the skin and my tongue was dancing up a storm over, under and along the sides of the pecker shaft. At the same time, the finger of my right hand was goosing my son's asshole and the fingers of my left hand were pulling and fondling his nuts. All of my doubts and trepidations about playing with my own son vanished. I was my son's woman, wife and whore all rolled into one package. And the thought excited me; the thought about being my son's whore.
"My voice shrieked out. 'I'm your whore, son. MOMMY'S YOUR WHORE.'
"That did it! The thought of using his own mother as a prostitute triggered a response inside of Ted that cannonaded wave after gooby wave of cock cream. The gism slurped into my mouth almost burning the roof and tissues of the tongue. But this additional heat and the salty and yet sweet taste of my son's seminal syrup melted away the last bit of resistance inside my own body. The cuntal damn broke and my own pussy pouring hissed through the crack and into my son's mouth.
"Ted immediately spit the clit out of his mouth and attaching his lips over the cuntal hole, sucked as though he was drinking from a faucet. Every now and then, he pulled away to catch his breath.
" 'Oh mom,' he gurgled, 'your nooky nectar tastes so sweet. Sugary sweet.' Then, he stuck his mouth up against the crack again while I rotated my hips and kept slapping my cunt into his face.
"Finally, the act of simultaneous fellatio and cunnilingus came to an end. All of the juices had vanished into our respective mouths, and both of our organs began to get a bit sore. Carefully, we disengaged from the upside down position. Ted rolled onto the floor where he remained, exhausted but also happy and contented.
"As far as I was concerned, my son's tongue and cock were exactly what the doctor ordered. All of my tensions had vanished, my problems had fled and I attained a state of happiness that I hadn't known for many years. Suddenly, I felt there was no obstacle too great that I couldn't overcome. All I needed was a good cunt suck and from my own son!
" 'Now that you've broken it in,' I told Ted, 'I'll want that kind of treatment two or three times a week. No one night stand shit for me.'
"Ted patted and fondled his dick. 'Of course, mom,' he assured me. 'You'll get a mouthful of this cock as often as I build up my cream. To hell with my wife. She doesn't appreciate it. You do. And that's where I'm putting it. In my mother's mouth.'
"I promised, 'I'll make up my neglect to you precious. Every time you want to eat my cunt, mom will make it available. You come first from now on ...' "
ANALYST: Your incestuous affair with your son continued?
L: Oh yes. I'd be a nervous wreck if Ted didn't suck me off at least a couple times a week. A: Did you ever have direct sexual relations with him?
L: Did my son fuck me? A few times. But we always went back to sucking. Ted was built a little bit too big for his mother's cunt. A: And your position as college president, did you perform your work any better? L: Definitely! For one thing I didn't let those college radicals bother or get to me any more. As long as Ted tongued my cunt, I felt capable of coping with any emergency around the college. Only one thing really bothered me. A: About your relationship with Ted? L: Not about my emotional relationship. As lovers, we grew closer than ever. But I did feel concerned about the size of Ted's cock. While his tongue satisfied me, completely, I yearned for the feel of a hot prick inside my vagina. I didn't want to be unfaithful to my son. Yet, I didn't know if I could control myself if something good came along in that particular department. A: And did it? L: Yes.
A: Your grandson?
L: Yes. My twelve-year-old grandson, Bobby.
A: He...?
L: Fucked me.
A: Did you seduce him?
L: Not really. The kid wasn't even a virgin. When I found out about his sexual conduct, I grew curious. The inevitable happened. A: Tell me about it.
LYDDIA: "One week-end, Ted and his wife decided to go to Las Vegas. I agreed to look after
Bobby" in their absence. The boy came over to spend Saturday night in my apartment. At first, the thought of any sexual relationship with a twelve-year-old boy simply didn't occur to me. But when he removed his trousers for bedtime, he emptied his pockets. One of the articles he placed on the dresser was one of those horrible French rubber things that men put on their cocks before they screwed. I hadn't seen one for years. And the sight of Bobby calmly laying the package of rubbers on his dresser unnerved me.
" 'Where on earth did you get those disgusting things?' I asked, surprised.
"Bobby didn't even blink. 'Oh, that's what I use when I fuck girls. Don't want to get anyone knocked up at my age,' he smiled.
"Naturally, I was astounded. 'Does your father know you do such things?' I asked, outraged. I felt like turning him over my lap and giving him a good hiding.
"Bobby shrugged. 'Oh daddy's a square. All professors are.'
"I grew angry. 'You mustn't talk about your father in such a disrespectful tone of voice,' I censured him. 'And your mother, does she know of your activities?'
"Bobby chortled. 'Mom's the one who lines up the fucks for me.'
" 'You've got some explaining to do,' I insisted. 'I simply can't believe your mother approves of such conduct.'
"While we were talking, Bobby continued to disrobe, and finally he stepped out of his last remaining garments. 'Always sleep in the nude,' he said. 'D'you mind?'
"Since he was sleeping with me, I did mind and told him so. 'It isn't right for a boy your age to sleep naked with his grandmother.'
" 'Didn't bring any pajamas with me,' he said matter-of-factly and climbed on top of the bed. He stretched out without the slightest trace of embarrassment, and didn't bother to cover himself up. To give the boy credit, he had a beautiful body with ivory-colored skin and not a trace of fat over his lithe, graceful frame. His dick, of course, was in proportion for his size and age and the meat glittered in the light. The cherry-red cockhead lolled back and rested atop his pubic hair which was considerable. And he had the cutest, little ass end on him. Something within my own genitals stirred and I fought to retain a grip on my feelings.
"Tearing my eyes off his naked body, I insisted that he explain his former statement about his mother helping him to have sexual relations with grown women.
"Without a shred of self-effacement, the boy took hold of his supine dick and began to gently fondle the meat and balls. He smiled dreamily into space as though remembering an especially choice affair.
"Bobby explained. 'Mom is a social climber. Always wants to get invited to some big bash in the rich neighborhoods. That's her whole life. Somehow, she worked out a deal with these rich women. If they invite mom to their party, she lets them fuck me.'
" 'How horrible,' I cried out in disgust. 'Were you willing to enter into such a degrading arrangement?'
" 'Of course,' Bobby laughed. 'Don't be such a square. Ever since cock hairs started to sprout around my dicky, I've been hungry for a fuck. May as well fuck and get paid for it as not.'
"For some reason I started to tremble and I couldn't prevent the lips of my cunt from growing thicker and letting oil ooze through the crack.
"My voice sounded hoarse. 'How old were these women?'
"Bobby continued to shake on his penis. 'Oh, all ages. Some I have to use the rubbers on. Others are old. Real old. But they're the most fun.'
"My curiosity was aroused. The old ones are the most fun? In what way?'
"Bobby threw a funny sort of look in my direction. 'In all ways,' he replied, cryptically. 'Guess they think I'll be their last fuck and they really go all out.'
"I kept trying not to sound so damned curious. But I couldn't help myself. 'How ... do these old women go all out?' I asked.
"Bobby's cock boned.
"I stared at the appendage as it sprouted up eagerly and stiffly. The memory of some older woman had apparently taken hold of his mind. And for the first time, he lost his cool. Blushing he said, 'Sorry grams. Didn't intend to get a hard on in front of you. Couldn't help it.'
"I started to lose all control. 'What made it grow stiff?' I insisted to know.
"Bobby shrugged. 'Guess it's all right to tell you. But for gawd's sakes, don't tell dad. He's such a creep.'
"I folded my arms in an effort to stifle my wildly beating heart. 'Out with it, young man, what are you thinking about?'
"Bobby took a moment to compose his thoughts. 'This kinky, old dame must have been about seventy years old. But she was loaded and mom really was on fire to make the scene at her parties. At first, I didn't even think I'd get a hard on with her. So skinny and bent over. Maybe she was older than seventy. Still, she needed a blow, and playing with a naked, twelve-year-old boy really turned her on.'
"My voice sounded shaky. 'Did you ... ?'
" 'Fuck her?' Bobby shook his head. 'Not directly. But she sure got her rocks off.'
"I felt faint enough to sit down on the bed alongside of Bobby. My voice grew faint. 'Please explain,' I urged.
"Bobby looked dreamy as he conjured up the memory of the seventy-year-old woman with whom he had sexual relations. 'Not direct sexual relations,' he advised me. 'She was one of those kind that got hot when someone watched her do kinky things. First, she made me take off my clothes in her bedroom. For a long time, she gawked at my naked body, at my prick, my ass and balls. But she never touched me. Then, she removed all her clothes. Sure she was skinny and shapeless but there was something cock provoking about her cunt. The way all that dirty, gray cunt wool piled up around the crack. And her gash was so deep and wide, I could see deep inside the valley. Her she-pecker was already stiff just by my looking at her naked body. And there was a wild kind of look in her eye. Naturally, I boned up, immediately.'
"Still, the woman didn't want to fuck my grandson. According to Bobby, she disappeared for a few minutes. When she returned, the old woman was carrying a black, toy poodle dog. 'Watch the doggy fuck me,' she cooed to Bobby.
"Positioning Bobby in front of her, the woman knelt down on her elbows and knees. When she stuck her ass up in the air, the black dog immediately mounted her. Reaching back, she guided his erected tool into her cunt. Bobby had already stiffened up. And when the dog began to throw the fuck into the elderly woman's box, she opened her mouth and sucked the meat. Caught up in the spirit of the act, Bobby began to throw his hips back and forth as though he was fucking the woman in the mouth. In this manner, boy, dog and woman climaxed.
"The story from my grandson both excited and frightened me. Was the boy a pervert at age twelve? I didn't know how to reprimand him. And down deep, I felt I wanted the feel of his cock inside of me. Erected, his penis was precisely the size I required. In fact, Bobby's prick was a perfect fit for my twat tunnel.
"And to make matters worse, my grandson's cock didn't soften. It continued to remain turgid with blood flowing swiftly beneath the surface of the skin. I tried to keep the conversation on an educational level.
" 'The old woman needs psychiatric help,' I commented acidly. And I clung to the vain hope the boy was lying and was only making up the absurd story to tease me. But he wasn't. His description of the bestial act was too accurate, too filled with detail to be a mere figment of his imagination. During the early days of my widowhood when I was still grieving for my late husband, I briefly considered using a trained dog to fuck me. In that way, I'd be able to climax and not get involved with another man. But I quickly dismissed the notion as to dangerous. Suppose the dog bit my cunt instead of lapping out the goodness inside the vagina, I could be permanently damaged. But now, Bobby assured me the toy poodle was very well trained and was an extremely tactful and gentle lover.
"Still, I couldn't actually visualize a dog fucking a woman. The genitals on a two-legged female are constructed differently than those on a four-legged beast. But my grandson kept shaking his head.
" 'The dog fucked her easily,' he told me in his bold and irritating manner. 'Turn around,' he ordered. 'I'll show you.'
"My curiosity got the better of my judgment. But I didn't think Bobby was actually going to screw me. Since he had seen naked, older women before, I felt no shame or sense of embarrassment when I dropped my robe and let the boy stare at his grandmother in the nude.
" 'You're okay grams,' he finally said after giving my body a lewd appraisal. 'You're built better than a lot of younger women. You ought to have a boyfriend who knows how to treat your cunt good.'
"Irritated, I snapped, 'That will be enough of that kind of talk young man. I happen to be your grandmother.'
" 'I'm not forgetting grams,' he said with a mysterious smile. 'I'll just show you how the dog fucked the old lady. I won't put it in.'
"Somewhat mollified, I positioned myself on the bed. Kneeling dog style, I bent over on my knees and elbows. From a wall mirror, I noticed that my usually flabby ass cheeks had filled out when I bent over. The ass skin had pulled taut and the flesh looked firmed and rosy. A tuft of hairs from around my anus fingered out the cleavage and resembled a whisk broom. Bobby appeared to be entranced at the sight of my naked ass. His bone, I noticed, grew a bit stiffer and the skin turned a more vivid color.
" 'Hurry up and get it over with,' I called over my shoulder.
"Bobby knelt down behind my buttocks and grasped both cheeks with the palm of his hands. Spreading them apart, he peered more closely into the rear end valley. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply.
" 'Gee, you smell good grams. Wish I was older so I could fuck you.'
"I caught my breath. Was I that attractive? Naturally, as a woman, I was quite flattered. 'Why darling,' I said in a much softer voice, 'I'm an old woman. You should find a nice girl your own age.'
"Bobby shook his head. 'Girls my own age don't know how to fuck. I like older women who let me kiss and smell their ass.'
"I laughed. 'Is that what you want to do with mine?'
"Bobby was still massaging the flesh of my ass with his surprisingly strong hands. 'You better believe it grams. I'd kiss your ass without a second invitation.'
"I was silent a moment. For years I knew I was extremely sensitive around the cheeks of my ass and inside the rectum. But I had been too ashamed to tell my husband, and he never initiated any activity in that direction. When I first became a widow and started to masturbate, I often visualized a lover sticking his tongue into my asshole. Now Bobby was actually expressing a preference for that kind of anal love making. Would I be a dirty, old woman if I let him kiss my ass just once? I decided that it really wouldn't do any harm.
"Bending my body at a more severe angle in order to lift my buttocks up even higher, I whispered, 'Go ahead dear, and kiss me back there. Just once. It won't do any harm.'
"In the mirror, I kept watching my grandson's face. His lips parted and a trickle of saliva slithered down the jaw. He breathed deeply. 'Thanks grams,' he almost sobbed. 'I ... I do want to make love to your ass,' and without another word he knifed over, pulled the flesh of both buttocks as far apart as possible and without any hesitation shoved his mouth hard against the hairy rim of my asshole.
"Nerves snapped throughout my body. I felt as though a herd of bucking bronchos were kicking wildly inside of me. Pimples the size eggs hived all over my skin.
" 'More,' I called out. 'Give me more tongue. And get it in deep. Deep inside my asshole,' I sputtered as I threw all restraint to the winds. It excited me to use gutter language with my grandson. 'Eat my asshole,' I repeated with heavy emphasis on the Anglo-Saxonisms. 'Smell my shit, eat it, do as your grandmother tells you.'
"Bobby's eyes looked wild as he slobberingly jabbed his prick of a tongue down the cleavage and into the rectum. The diameter of the hole was naturally large, and Bobby's tongue slid easily down the groove. I started to scream at the top of my lungs. 'Oh keeristmas that feels good, so goddamned fartling good.' I knew I was temporarily out of my mind but the sensation of my grandson's tongue, hot, moist and wriggly, deep within the confines of my shit hole erupted a volcano that had been lying dormant within me. Certainly, I had been excited by my son's tongue inside my pussy. But this young boy's tongue inside my asshole was even more lustful.
"But when Bobby started to tongue fuck me back there and masturbate at the same time, I grew alarmed. 'No,' I cried out. 'Don't do that. Don't blow your gun. Not that way.'
"Panting furiously, Bobby pulled his face out and stared at me in a puzzled way. 'Gotta come, grams,' he told me. 'I'll eat your ass and jack off. Just got to get my balls off.'
" 'Of course, darling,' I replied. 'I understand. But I want to feel all your hot cock gism stream up my ass.'
"Bobby hesitated. 'You want me to put it in back here? Fuck your asshole?'
" 'Yes,' I said, quickly. 'That's exactly what I want you to do.'
"The boy looked doubtful. 'I'd get my rocks off really quick by bunging your brown,' he said. 'But I'm hung kind of big, grams. I might hurt you.'
"That possibility did exist. But I was too heated to give it any consideration. 'Go, darling, go,' I panted. 'I want to feel that great, big tool buried to the hilt inside my asshole.' This was the opportunity of a lifetime and I wasn't going to let it escape me. To receive a successful asshole fuck, the lover's penis had to be rock stiff. And that kind of hardness could only be found on the dicks of young boys. Bobby's dong was no exception. The texture of his bone resembled that of granite.
"To facilitate entry, I reached back and held one cheek aside. Bobby aimed the cockhead at the tiny, hair-rimmed orifice and eased it forward. The knobby, fleshy cockhead banged up against the hole for entry. Although only a part of the head gained entry on the first attempt, the feel of that smooth skin and the warmth almost made me blow out a premature load.
" 'Told you I'm too big for this kind of fuck,' Bobby apologized.
" 'Just keep trying,' I panted. 'You'll make it dear. You've got to make it!'
"Every nerve that lined the wall of my rectum cried out for the feel of the hard, hot bone. I could even feel the nerve endings reach out like tentacles, imploring for the caress of the fuck tool.
"Bobby arched his hips backward and then lunged forward again. The shaft whistled through my parted ass cheeks, barged roughly through the asshole hairs and banged insistently against the hole. About a quarter of the head shoved aside the tight, outer walls and lodged inside the tunnel. My fingers grasped the penile shaft at the base of the head and tried to work it down.
" 'Fuck,' I gasped. 'As I try to shove it down the hole, keep on pumping.'
"Bobby bent over and encircled my waist with his arms. Taking a deep breath, he started to pump in and out while I banged the cock against the walls. The exertion stirred up gases within my bowels. In an effort to contain them, I contracted my stomach muscles. But the heat of the excitement had expanded the air within me and I simply had to expel.
" 'Got to ...' I cried out in shame and embarrassment. 'Got to ...'
"Bobby's eyes brightened as though he had been suddenly seized with a rampaging fever. 'Fart,' he breathed. 'Go ahead darling grams. Fart for me. Nothing excites me more than to hear a woman fart when I'm fucking her.' And as though he had been suddenly seized by demons, he yelled. 'Give it to me. I want to hear it, want to smell it!'
"I had read that certain men become sexually aroused by the odor from the female during intercourse. I had never believed it. My late husband had always been so fastidious. Before we fucked he bathed and perfumed himself and he insisted that I bathe and perfume my body, also. But Bobby was definitely different. The natural odors from the female body excited him. I relaxed. Boby was the sort of lover I had always wanted.
" 'Okay sweetheart,' I yelled back over my shoulder. 'Grams is going to give you her love fart.'
"And I did.
"From the wall mirror, I watched as Bobby inhaled deeply. He paused for just a moment. Then, fired up with new lustful energies, his fingers dug into my back and I prepared myself for the wildest fuck of my life. The release of my gas had apparently widened the rectal orifice. When Bobby heaved his prick forward again, the blood inflated tool threw aside all obstacles and dipped deeper into the tunnel with each thrust of my grandson's ass. In no time at all, the entire cockhead and shaft was completely lodged in my back.
"Now fuck," I managed to spill the words through my lips. "Give me all you've got. Blow out your hot load clear down my asshole."
"And when he started to pound my butt with an ever increasing tempo, I grasped my own she-cock and waggled it back and forth at a tremendous rate of speed. In a very short time, the juices of fuckery boiled out of my twat and squirted down my leg.
"And from behind me, Bobby screamed, 'Can't hold it back granny cunt. Gonna, gonna ...'
"The next thing I knew, ragged balls of hot come spattered out the cockhead, filled up my rectal tube and spilled over the edge to burn its way in crawling streams down the cheeks of my ass.
"And when I collapsed on the bed, I had never felt so at peace with myself and the world. With anal attentions from my grandson, and cuntal laps from my own son, I knew there no longer was a problem I couldn't solve ..."
CONCLUSIONS TO CASE HISTORY ONE
Widowed in her late fifties, Lyddia B. concentrated all of her energies on her position. As president of a small college, she was determined to succeed. But campus disorders and criticism from board members kept her mentally disturbed. And since the death of her husband, she experienced no sexual relationship. She didn't want to be unfaithful to the memory of her husband. However, quite by accident she witnessed a sexual encounter between a black student and the elderly wife of a board member. Her initial feeling of shock gave way to sympathy and understanding of the older woman's needs. And while she was in a high state of arousal, she permitted her devoted son to perform cunnilingus on her. Later, she entered into an affair with her twelve-year-old grandson. Both incidents gave her a much needed sexual release and much satisfaction. Despite her education and social standing, the act of incest did not disturb her. Her performance as an educator greatly improved.
Lyddia B.'s need for sexual attentions from close members of her own family arose from her devotion to her late husband and from problems on the campus. Both her son and grandson resembled in certain respects, her late husband. During intercourse, she could close her eyes and imagine that her husband was back with her.
The problems on the campus were additional factors in feeling more at ease, sexually, with her son and grandson. Determined to succeed in her new position, she didn't want outsiders to know she was worried about her ability to handle the disorders that hit her college as well as others during the early 1970s.
A strong-willed woman, Lyddia B. remained unresponsive to psychiatric treatment and insisted on continuing her sexual affairs with both her son and grandson.
CASE HISTORY TWO
Case Subject: Willy J. Sex: Male (Black) Age: 34
Marital Status: Divorced
Occupation: Corporation Executive
Sexual history: Divorced for over two years, Willy J. entered into an incestuous relationship with his sixteen-year-old daughter. While he had sexual relations with other women both white and black, he always returned to the bed of his daughter.
INTERVIEW ONE
Typical of the smooth, educated blacks who demanded and obtained a place in the white business establishment, Case Subject Willy J. still possessed a great deal of resentment to whites. He blamed a white man for his divorce, and he blamed whites for making unnecessary problems for him at the office. Nearing a nervous breakdown, he turned to his teen-age daughter for comfort. The relationship quickly involved sex.
ANALYST: Do you have sexual relations with your daughter?
WILLY: Yeah. I fuck Linda at least once a night.
A: Have you tried to reconcile with your wife? W: Hell no. She run off with this white mother-fucker. That's how come I got custody of Linda. Glad I did now. A: You resent whites? W: Bet your sweet, goddamn ass I do! A: Why?
W: Whites have been shitting on us blacks for over two hundred years. This is one nigger who don't take no more shit from anyone.
A: But you have a good position in a white-owned business.
W: Sure I do. I'm the black token they hired to prove they don't discriminate. They don't really want me. We're just stuck with each other. A: After your wife left you, did you date other women?
W:, I'm normal enough. Sure I did. A couple white chicks at the office got real curious about nigger nooky. I let 'em both have it in their big, white cunts. They loved it.
A: But they didn't satisfy you.
W: White pussy just don't have it when it comes to a real honest fuck. They don't let themselves go like black ass does.
A: But why did you turn to your daughter?
W: Didn't mean to get into Linda's cunt. Things just happened.
A: How?
WILLY: "Things never did go right for me right from the beginning. When you're born with black skin, resign yourself to taking the lumps day in and day out. Except, I got tired of getting shit upon. Took a long time but I finally graduated from state college, and I applied for a job in a whitey-owned business. They hired me 'cause the government was pressuring them to take on a few token blacks for window dressing.
And I really tried to make a go of it. One of the white guys at the office tried to be friendly, and I invited him over to have dinner and meet my wife. A divorced guy, he was living alone and quite lonely. Him and the wife took to each other right off. Even said he'd like to marry a black woman if he could find the right one. I took that as a compliment and really started to like the mother even though his skin was white.
"One week-end, my wife went to visit her mother. Left alone, I got kind of lonely. Finally, I decided to visit this white mother at the office, name of Abner. His apartment wasn't too far away and I thought I'd just drive over and surprise him. Maybe we could just have a few drinks and bullshit a while. But when I got to his place, Abner wasn't home. The door was open, and so I walked in and decided to wait for a while. I had nothing else to do. Soon enough I hear him returning. But he's not alone. He's talking to a woman, and I recognize her voice. My wife! My blood froze. But I remained calm enough to hide behind the living room sofa and catch them if they try to fuck. At least, I won't be hit with a lot of alimony to pay out.
"Sure enough the white mother fucker comes prancing into the apartment on the arms of my ever lovin' mate, a big-assed coon girl who used to wait on tables before I married her. They both had a little too much to drink but they both know what they're doing. And they can't keep their hands off each other.
" 'Never fucked a black woman before,' Abner kept saying over and over again. 'Really looking forward to some of that black meat. Bet you black girls don't just lay still while the man pumps home his fuck.'
"My wife Ray giggled. 'Once you fucks a black cunt you'll never be satisfied with white pussy again.'
" 'Prove it,' Abner laughed, excitedly. 'Haven't had a real good piece of ass in years.'
"Ray held him at arm length. 'First, we just takes off our clothes and admires each other's body. Never did see an all white naked male body. Is your prick all white, too?'
"Abner started to disrobe. 'Find out for yourself, baby,' he told my wife. Last one in the nude gets pissed on.'
"Ray started to take off her clothes, too. Finally, she said, 'You mean you wouldn't mind me pissing over you.'
"The white man was almost nude. Everything off except his shorts. And there's no doubt he had a great, big bone on. 'Honey, you can piss over my face any old time.
"Ray didn't reply but continued to drop off her clothes. Finally, she had everything off except her girdle which took a while to tug down over her rolling belly and big-curved ass. When she stepped out in the nude, I thought Abner was going to cream off without touching his elevated prick. There wasn't any doubt that he was staring wide-eyed at a naked, black woman for the first time in his life.
" 'Yeah,' he breathed as he looked her up and down. 'Oh baby, you got it. Sure, you can piss over me sweetheart. Any old time your heart desires.'
"To give my wife full justice, she really was built like a great, big, black shithouse. She did have it. Tall, with all the curves in the right places, a man could cream his pants by just ogling my wife. Sure, she was a trifle on the heavy side but that's the way I liked my women. Her tits spilled out of her chest like a couple of enormous, black watermelons. And with blood charging into the nipples, the flesh firmed out into long, cone-shaped spears with moist, distended pores. The nipples alone were as long as the pecker on a puberty-aged boy.
" 'Jeezis,' Abner breathed in an awe-stricken voice. 'Never seen boobs like that before. So shiny and black.' He took a step forward, 'Wanna suck 'em.'
"But Ray held him at arm's length. 'Wait a while, honey,' she said. 'Look my body over good. You may not want to fuck a nigger gal after you look her all over.' And she dropped her eyes over his body, too. 'Besides, I wanna chance to size up white meat before it fucks me. Cool man. Play it cool.'
"Abner's breathing became noisy and harsh. 'Okay,' he said. 'But let's not take too much time. For years, I've fantasized myself sucking a black woman's cunt.'
"Ray's voice grew soft. 'You'll get your chance sweetheart. Just takes your time. Look me all over. You got a lot more to inspect beside my boobs.'
"The white mother nodded and pulled his eyes off Ray's tits and drank in the area of her belly. Even the roll of fat around the waist looked tantalizing enough to squeeze. And her navel has got a slit down the center that resembles a cunt. Sometimes, when I got real hot, I fucked her belly-button and she loved it. A real, bouncy fuck. From the way Abner sized up the navel, I could tell he was thinking the same thing.
"Finally, he managed to tear his thoughts of the belly-button fuck and let them flow slowly over the surface of her pussy. 'Yummy,' he said in a barely audible voice. 'That black snatch was meant for eating. And those nigger hairs! Bet they scratch real good when I rub my face against them.'
"The sonofabitch was referring to the sort of pubic hair found on most black women. Unlike the strands found around a white woman's box, the black hairs are real short and wiry. But there's a lot of it, and more than enough to completely cover a white man's face while he sniffed and ate cunt. Ray stood with her legs slightly parted to give the guy an idea how they'd look when he got his face between them. The legs were long, strong and shapely and again, very black. But the very blackness was an excitement to this white bastard who was going to cuckold me before my eyes.
" 'Turn around,' Abner ordered my wife. 'Best part of all about black cunt is their ass. They really build black stuff big in the ass, the way I like them to be. The best jack off sessions I ever had was when I visualized myself eating this big, black, curvy ass.'
"Ray looked at him curiously. 'You jack off a lot?'
" 'Uh huh,' Abner nodded.
" 'And you always dream about sticking it in a black woman's cunt or ass?'
"Abner admitted. 'I got a thing about wanting to dick a black woman. Had it a long time. But the biggest blows off I ever got was when this black woman of my dreams squatted over my face and pissed all over me.'
"Ray looked back at him, steadily. 'That what you want me to do to you?'
"Abner's prick grew more turgid, redder and the eye of the head pouted open as though he was about to discharge. 'I'd love it,' he shuddered. 'Piss over me while I jack off.'
"My wife didn't look disgusted, merely curious. 'What do I get out of it?' she asked, evenly.
"Abner's eyes grew round as they fastened themselves over my wife's twat. Clearly, he was already fantasizing the filthy act. This man was a masochist who wanted to be hurt and degraded by a black woman. Did he have a guilty conscience? He explained, 'After you get through pissing over me, I'll eat it. Oh honey, your pussy will be so moist and hot and coated with piss. It'll taste so good.'
"My wife had always been a hot fuck but a normal one. She never went in for kinky things like this pissing business. But from the thoughtful expression on her face, I could tell that the act of pissing over the face of a white man clearly appealed to her.
"Finally, she said, 'Okay honey. If you wants a squirt of liquid love from my sugar, that's what you'll get. But we better do it in the bathroom. Don't want to mess all over your carpet.'
" 'No, no, no,' Abner insisted. 'We'll do it here. I'll get a pan to lay under my head. That way, I'll be able to hear the spray as it hits the pan.'
"Ray looked surprised and then smiled her understanding smile. 'You know whats you want honey. The idea is beginning to get to me. Can hardly wait to squat over your white face and let loose with a gusher from my black cunt. My husband is always so dull when he fucks. Just on and off after a few pump fucks. I'm tired of it. I need something new and exciting like this piss love.'
"Listening to that kind of perverted, filthy talk from my wife almost made me throw up. We'd been married for years and yet, I never realized that deep down she was filled with all sorts of abnormal, twisted desires. My fists clenched and I almost leaped out from behind the couch and smashed both their skulls. But I managed to take hold of my emotions and wait it out, hoping all the while they really wouldn't perform any kind of sex act that would brand them as insane.
"But my hopes were not to be realized. Abner got a large, deep pan and placed it behind his head as he stretched out on the floor. Ray kept giggling excitedly as she straddled the prone man's face and squatted down. Abner looked up and from his position all he could see were the two, massive, black cheeks of my wife's ass. Then, she tilted forward a bit and her cunt took aim at his face. Abner reached up and cupped both ass cheeks, and tipped Ray towards him as though her cunt was a gourd, or spigot. He opened his mouth.
"An insane kind of laugh bubbled out of Ray's mouth. 'Gonna drink my piss, too?' she asked, hoping his answer was in the affirmative.
"It was. Abner nodded. There was a queer, insane light in his eyes, his face was flushed, and his cockhead was pointing back towards his face. Then, he raised his hips and directed his prick towards the cleavage of Ray's ass. Instinctively, the folds of the ass cheeks opened wide and snatched hold of the long, white tool. Abner's dick disappeared up my wife's ass. Ray gurgled. 'Hmmnnnn,' she hissed out through her full, negroid lips. 'Gonna fuck my ass while I pisses on you?'
"Abner could hardly get the words out. 'You catch on quick, baby. Ready?'
"Ray's hands caressed her reclining lover's face. 'You mean do I have enough piss in me to do the job?'
"Abner nodded, and kept licking his lips in anticipation of the gusher. 'Yeah black baby. That's exactly what I mean.'
"The black bitch laughed, throatily. 'Hell, I'm always ready for that. I can piss any, old time.'
"Abner's fingers clawed into the smooth, firm, black ass flesh. 'Then, go, baby. Go! Piss on me. Let me have it. Send me a gusher full of love.'
"Ray's lips pulled back, her eyes were blazing with lust, and despite the blackness of her skin, I could sense the blood rushing to her face in the wildest excitement she'd ever experienced. She raised her arms as though doing homage to some unseen deity. But not for a single moment, did she take her eyes from the man beneath her cunt.
"The screams spiraled through her lips. 'Here it comes,' and she relaxed her bladder muscles.
"First, one drop like a big, yellow tear sloshed out of my wife's piss hole and broke over Abner's lips. Greedily, his tongue snaked out to blot up the liquid. A dreamy expression slid over his face. 'Tastes good,' he sighed. 'Tastes so goddamned, pissingly good.' Opening his mouth as wide as possible, he pleaded in a husky voice, 'More baby. Give me more. All you've got.'
"Ray arched her back. 'Here it comes,' she yelled. 'All of me. Take all of me!'
"Watching this perverted woman piss into the mouth and all over the face of the degenerate man turned my stomach. But as I watched, horrified, a question formed itself in my mind. If this act was so filthy and crazy, why were they both enjoying it so much? There wasn't any doubt that they were, indeed, enjoying what they were doing. As the stream of piss increased in the intensity of flow, Ray swiveled her hips this way and that, and not for a single second did that mad but ecstatic look disappear from her eyes. Her huge, black titties flopped around and the cheeks of her ass jiggled like so much jelly.
"If my wife's piss tasted bitter, hot or disagreeable, it was impossible to discern these facts from the way Abner was acting. The sputtering poorly aimed gusher sloshed into his mouth and all over his face. At the same time, he started to pump his fuck into Ray's ass. Watching the long, white tool bone sliding in and out from between the cushiony, midnight black cheeks of my wife's ass did present an erotic image, and got me worked up, too.
"All the while, Abner kept screaming between mouthfuls of piss, 'More. Piss on me more. The burning, hot pee feels like velvet over my skin. Oh baby, I can take this all night. More peepee, more, can't get enough, tastes so good, feels so good ...'
"Ray kept squeezing on the muscles of her bladder, and she pissed for the longest time, longer than I could remember. But eventually, she depleted herself. The sizzling gusher thinned to a trickle, and then there was nothing at all. Abner kept his mouth open under the cuntal faucet hoping for just one more drop, one more molecule of liquid love.
"Finally, my wife relaxed. 'Sorry, honey. They're ain't no more. I done pissed myself out. But it was beautiful. Simply beautiful.' She reached back and felt the turgid truncheon of white bone that was still poked up her ass. 'Can you come without feeling my piss over you?' she asked in the most serious way. This sort of perversion was her cup of tea.
"That crazy smile returned to the pissed-on man's face. 'You better believe it, baby. But I'll still be tasting your piss.'
"Ray caught on real fast. 'Yeah,' she breathed and that old, madness returned to her eyes. 'Oh yeah. I'll give it to you ... right in the mouth,' and without uttering another word, she shoved her hips forward slapping Abner's face with her still wet cunt.
" 'Yummy,' Abner gurgled, ecstatically. The words were muffled but I understood him to utter, 'Cunt tastes so good. Still moist and hot. And still filled with piss. Lots of live liquid still over the cunt hairs.' Then, his tongue, lips and jaws working in perfect unison ate the piss-laden pussy of my black wife. And while he performed this vile act of cunnilingus, he pumped his fuck up Ray's ass. Reciprocating, my wife shoved her buttocks backward and forward in ever increasing tempo. White man and black woman rocked to and fro, in and out, tongue and cock piercing cunt and asshole. The movements grew wilder, more frenetic, impassioned and completely demented.
"Abner's eyes bulged like a couple of skinned grapes while Ray's eyeballs turned backward until only the whites showed. The brightly burning fuse of lust was rapidly approaching the explosives in both bodies.
" 'Whammo,' Abner's voice ricocheted off the ceiling and against all four walls. Bull's-eye. Score!' His cannon of white meat kept detonating up Ray's ass. The cream gobbed over the black skin.
" 'Me too,' Ray rasped, nervously. 'Meee toooo,' and she ground her cunt so hard against Abner's face his head snapped backwards. But I could still detect his long, red tongue slicing through the gash, and as the vaginal secretions trickled into his mouth, he quenched his thirst for cunt come with noisy, smacking gulps. And this eating continued until Ray's pussy went bone dry. Then, she collapsed and sprawled out on the floor alongside of her white lover.
"Watching them, I felt nothing but contempt for both of them. I made my decision, and would not make my presence known. They were both too vile, too filthy to waste my anger on. But somehow, I'd get my revenge. I'd fight whitey on his own, low level. After Ray and Abner washed up, dressed and left together, I crawled out of my hiding place and returned to my own home. All I could think of was getting even with whitey. As far as Ray was concerned, I'd kick her big, black ass out of my home. I was through with her ..."
ANALYST: You left your wife?
W: I kicked her ass the hell out.
A: Your attitude towards them hardened.
W: I hated the white mothers. But I had to work with them. I needed the bread, and I still had to support my daughter Linda.
A: What did you do?
W: There's this white chick at the office, really stacked, a looker with class. Heard Abner was stuck on her.
A: And so, you decided to seduce her.
W: I decided to fuck her. If Abner could treat my wife's cunt, I was going to boss some white pussy.
A: Was the affair satisfying? Did it remove the hostility from your system?
WILLY: "At first, I wasn't concerned about removing any hostile feelings from my system. I wanted to get even with that white sonofabitch who ate my wife's cunt. That's when I started making my play for this white twat, Perry, the private secretary of the big boss. Maybe I could even do me some good at the office if I got her to like my brand of cock. The chance came sooner than I expected. At an office party, I soon discovered that a lot of white ass would like to get a taste of some nigger nooky. And that included Perry. On the outside, she resembled a living doll. Tall, blonde, well-shaped with a well-scrubbed, wholesome, outdoors look to her peaches-and-cream complexion. All I could think of was driving my black tool into her blonde-haired cunt. At first, I thought making a doll like her was going to take a long time and required a lot of convincing from me. I was dead wrong. In fact, she made the first move.
"We were standing in a corner of the room, everyone was talking and drinking and no one was paying any attention to us. Lifting a glass of champagne to her lips, Petty very calmly said, 'You're dying to make the scene in my cunt. Right?'
"I gasped. Even the bolder, black girls from the ghetto aren't that brazen and forward. But I managed to affirm the accuracy of her statement. Yes, I did want to make the scene in her cunt. She laughed. "All you black boys really get a hard on for a tall, blonde type. Right?'
"Again, I confirmed the accuracy of her statement. She nodded. Thought so,' she murmured as she sipped on her drink. Her bright, green eyes appraised every inch of my body. 'Heard you nigger fuckers are really hung. Right?'
"I was juvenile enough to throw back my shoulders and utter a boast. 'Can only speak for myself. I'm hung, baby. And I tell you no lies.'
"Her eyes flickered momentarily over my crotch, and I began to feel the meat stir in my trousers. 'Getting fucked by black meat appeals to me,' she said in her disgustingly open manner. 'But I don't go for that on-and-off again kind of fucking. Imagination is what makes my cunt blow good.'
"A sense of uneasiness pervaded my entire mind and body. What did she mean? Was she a pervert like Abner? Were all whites abnormal about sex? Why couldn't they just be satisfied with fucking? I could see no thrill in the act of getting pissed on by some cunt squatting over my face. My common sense told me to forget about this white chick and clear the hell out. But my hatred of Abner kept me glued to the spot. Making the scene in a cunt he was after meant a great deal to me.
"Somehow, I found my voice. 'I likes something different myself,' I said. "What you got in mind?'
"She lowered her voice. Turns me on to watch other couples eat and fuck.'
"I could hardly believe my ears. 'You mean a swap club kind of thing?'
"Perry shook her head. 'Better than that blacky. I get my kicks by peeping in other people's windows. Bedroom windows,' she elaborated. 'While they're fucking in what they think is privacy, they go all out. Then my cunt gets all hot and bothered, and I want it right there and then.' She looked at me with a challenging glint in her eyes. 'Game?'
'The woman was another sex nut, a pervert of the worst kind. And I could hardly believe my shaky voice as it said, 'Yeah. I'll do it with you.'
" 'Thought you would,' Perry said in her cool, arrogant manner. 'Take me home after the party, and I'll show you what I've got in mind.'
"If it wasn't for my hatred of Abner, I'd have chickened out. Now, I was convinced that all whites are mixed up when it comes to sex. This
Perry was beautiful and wholesome looking on the surface but inside she was just as rotten and corrupt as the worst pervert on Skid Row. A few eyes turned our way when we walked out together. But when I tried to feel her up in the car, she slapped my hand.
" 'Not yet,' she chastised me. 'I'm not ready. Don't be in a hurry. Don't you niggers ever think of anything but pussy?'
"I got so sore I almost belted her in the mouth. Still, I remained silent and let her take charge of the action. That was my mistake. I should have thrown some black bone in her cunt and went home. But how was I to know I was dealing with the lowest, filthiest-minded slut in the entire world?
"Petty drove me to the street where she lived, and took me up to her apartment. Still using her cold, contemptuous voice, she ordered, 'Take off your clothes. But don't try anything. I'll tell you what to do when the time comes.'
"As I started to undress, another woman entered the room. An elderly but still attractive lady with a decadent look in her narrowed, gray eyes. She was wearing a robe.
" 'This is my mother,' Perry said matter-of-factly. 'You're going to fuck her.'
"A sharp kick in the nuts wouldn't have affected me more. I almost staggered backwards. I started to protest. But I was quickly silenced by the younger woman.
" 'Mom likes to get her cookies off in different ways. And I like to watch. Any objections?' she asked me with her built-in sneer.
"Finally, I found my manhood. 'Nothing doing,' I retorted. 'The agreement was your cunt. Not this old woman.'
"This insult didn't appear to phase Perry's mother. She smiled slightly. 'You've never been fucked 'till you've sampled what I've got to offer. Some people consider me a great artist.'
"Perry chuckled. 'You sure are momma. When you fuck them, they never forget you.'
"For some reason, this remark caused both of them to break out into noisy, unrestrained laughter.
"Angrily, I tried to stop their laughter which sounded as though it was being directed against me. Was I going to be the butt of some macabre joke? 'What are you going to do while I'm fucking your ma?' I asked Perry.
" 'Oh, I'll be busy,' Perry assured me. 'A busy little bee.'
"This remark brought on more laughter. But by now, it was much too late for me to back out. I was already in the nude and the old woman was inspecting my naked, black body. 'Hung nice,' she nodded as though confirming some question she had just silently asked herself. 'It'll do.'
" 'Thought it would,' Perry replied. 'Niggers are hung big. This one is at any rate.'
"The old lady looked up and stared at my nostrils. Again, she nodded her head in approval. 'Got those wide, niggery nostrils. He'll be able to smell real good.'
"Then, Petty made a most mysterious statement. 'Betcha when he starts smelling, his bone will lengthen by a full inch.'
"Her mother caught her breath. 'Yeah,' she nodded. 'And it'll lengthen when it's in my pussy. I'll be able to feel the actual movement.' And motioning to the bathroom, she added. 'Go and get ready. I can hardly wait.'
" 'Now wait a minute,' I said uneasily. 'I'm not sure I want to take on both of you.'
"Perry stared back at me with her arms, akimbo. 'Want to get a rape charge hung around your neck Mr. Poontang. Just do as your told and keep your goddamned big niggerry lips buttoned.'
"My fists flexed but I didn't strike her. She wasn't kidding about hanging a rape charge on me. That would end my career in the whitey company, and me and my kid would be out on the street. But my hatred of whites was reaching the boiling point. Finally, I snapped, 'Let's get it over with. All white ass smells as far as I'm concerned.'
"Perry turned her back on me and bent over slightly. Reaching back she parted one ass cheek and pointed her finger into the brown. 'How would you like to give me a great, big kiss right here.'
"Before I could think of an appropriate reply, she disappeared into the bathroom. The old woman said, softly, 'Don't mind her, son. She's all right. We'll treat you right. You'll get your nuts off and you'll never forget us.'
" 'Thanks,' I replied. 'But your daughter has got a nasty disposition.'
" 'You'll grow to love her,' the old woman replied, cryptically. 'You'll even want to eat her shit.'
"I froze. Did their special act have anything to do with bowel movements? 'Look,' I protested, 'I'm perfectly normal. I don't go in for this way out stuff at all.'
"Before the bony, old woman could reply, Perry returned from the bathroom. 'All perfumed up for our hero,' she announced.
"Her mother grunted, 'It's about time. Now, let's have some action. My cunt can hardly wait.'
"Perry jerked a thumb towards the bed. 'On the bed you,' she snapped at me. 'Lay down on your back and get it up. Bone up big, and black.'
"Now, it was my turn to laugh; an ironic laugh. 'I'm no machine,' I replied. 'Can't just get a bone on by pressing a button. There has to be some show of affection. So far, all I've got are a bunch of insults.'
" 'Bullshit,' Perry snorted. 'Fucking doesn't have anything to do with affection love or any crock of bull crap like that. Pussy flesh against cock flesh, that's what fucking is all about.'
"I flicked my soft penis. 'It's limp and gonna stay that way,' I assured her. 'Don't feel a thing for you. Love, lust, affection, nothing. And when there's nothing but a vacuum, there's no chance of me getting a bone on. No way.'
" 'Want to bet,' Perry said as she planted her body in front of mine. 'Look at me,' she commanded. 'Look at my naked body. Look at my exposed cunt.'
"I looked. There was plenty of meat over that frame. Firm, white, curvy, edible meat. And the blonde hairs around her pussy could have been sheer silk. 'Listen to me,' she said and for the first time her voice softened. 'I want to feel that long, yummy, black cock of bone slide slowly and gently between the lips of my cunt. Then, I want you to hit the cunt hard, fast, furiously until my entire body turns into a cunt, and there's nothing inside but your big, black banana.
"All the while she was speaking, I kept looking down at the fur piece between her legs. And although I realized she was trying to tantalize me into boning up, and although I tried to fight against stiffening, my penis stirred and started to move forward. All the while her voice caressed my ears like a pair of silky lips.
" 'Darling, while that black bat is banging deep inside the pussy palace, those thick, red lips of yours are crushed against mine, your tongue is twisting inside my mouth, and that tall, hard, black body is fused against my soft, white one. And while you're fucking me, I can just see my fingers poking in and out of your black asshole. And oh, sweetheart, your pounding prick feels so yummy deep inside my groin groove.'
"My reverie of this beautiful act was rudely shattered by the old woman's cackling voice. 'He's got a bone on,' she said and pointed to my erecting penis. Yes, it was true. In spite of everything, I stiffened up. The meat slowly ascended into the angle of the fuck. The whaleskin black cockhead ballooned, and the skin at the root of the head throbbed like a fish gulping for air.
"Perry's mother nodded her head. 'He's ready, and so am I.'
"Then, Perry did a very peculiar thing. She reached back with one hand and fingered inside her ass. Then, he held the fingers of her browned hand under her nostrils. 'Hmmnnn,' she smiled. 'Smells good. Okay, let's have our fun.'
"I had a sinking sensation that I was going to have very little fun. But I had no choice. Reclining on the bed, my cock remained rigid and aching for a blow off. But how was I going to get fucked?
"The answer was spelled out to me all too quickly. As soon as I stretched out on my back, the old woman straddled my cock and after a bit of trouble managed to stick the head past her dried up lips and into the twat. The tunnel was so tight I thought she'd break my penis into two parts.
"But there wasn't time to dwell on that very real danger. Perry was getting into the act and in a way that meant no joy for myself.
" 'Here I come,' she announced, gaily and straddled my head with her face in the direction of her mother. Trembling, I looked up to view her two, massive, white cheeks of ass. Was she going to piss on me in bed? No, that wasn't possible. Her pussy wasn't over my face. Instead, she spread the cheeks of her ass as far apart as possible and sat down over my face. As the ass flesh parted, the rectal hairs bit into my eyes and my nose found itself against her asshole.
" 'No,' my muffled voice cried up. 'This is ... torture. Get off my face. You ... smell. You smell like shit.'
" 'Of course, I do,' Perry told me, giggling. 'I just crapped. And I didn't bother to wipe. Good smelling,' she called down to me.
"If I possessed more will power I'd have tossed her to the floor. But my prick was lodged deeply inside her mother's box, and I simply had to crack my nuts. If I wanted my fuck, I'd have to put up with Perry's smelly ass. When I made no overt move to disentangle myself, the two women decided I was going to go through with the unnatural perversion.
" 'Go mother,' Perry called out to the old woman. 'Fuck the nigger. Give it to me good. He's smelling my ass. He's got his nose stuck up my brown and really loving it.'
" 'He knows what's good,' the old lady cackled, and began to bounce up and down over my cock. At first, the going was rough. The ancient orifice was almost bone dry. She looked worried. 'Dry,' she called out to her daughter. 'Cunt's still dry. Juice it up for me. Give me some special juice.'
"My education was quickly enlarged to include the definition of special juice. Perry reached back, and ran a hand under her shitty ass. The brownish smear was now a blend of natural rectal secretions and my saliva. When her fingers were nicely coated with this brew, Perry reached over and patted the lips of her mother's pussy.
"The elderly woman squeezed her eyeballs shut. 'Keerist it feels good when you juice up my pussy, daughter. Those magic fingers of yours are making my own juices run again.'
"Perry merely smiled. Wiping her ass again with her hand, she slopped up another handful of smeary secretions and dabbed them into the crack. The odor became nauseating but I was trapped. I wriggled this way and that but I was trapped, a prisoner to the unnatural lusts of a demented white mother and daughter team. However, one good thing came out of the smelly mess. My cock bone began to slide much easier in and out of the old woman's box. And surprisingly, she began to show an almost athletic dexterity. The cheeks of her ass bounced up and down over my cock like a couple of rubber balls. Then, a terrible thing happened!
"Perry reached over and began to hug and caress her mother. The old woman did likewise. Pressing their lips together, they acted like a couple of sweethearts.
" 'Oh daughter,' the older woman cooed. Tou treat my cunt so beautifully.'
"Perry's eyes were riveted on the area of her mother's genitals, the place where the black tool kept sliding in and out of the gray-furred pussy hole. 'And you fuck just beautifully mother. I just adore watching you fuck.'
"Her mother's ass moved even faster as the orgasm approached. Reaching down, she took hold of her daughter's clitoris and began to masturbate the girl. Perry's eyes rolled crazily around.
" 'Oh mom,' she gurgled, 'no one jacks me off like you do.'
"The sight of this incestuous bit of lesbianism turned me on like nothing ever did before. All of a sudden, Perry's ass no longer nauseated me. To the contrary, the odor of her shit and my saliva became a fragrant blend, an exotic, erotic mixture that poured more starch into my already rigid staff. And instead of passively allowing the old woman to do all the work, I started to assist her in the fuck. As she slid down my cock, I thrust my hips forward.
"She grunted. 'He's fucking me back now. Can almost feel the nigger's dong in my tonsils.'
"Perry's trembling voice cried out. 'Fuck her. Fuck my mother,' and she spread her legs farther apart to permit the old woman's fingers to better manipulate the she-cock.
"I couldn't help myself. Sticking out my tongue, I started to suck and lap at the greasy but now blood burning secretions that were still lining the valley of Perry's rear end. True to the old woman's prediction, I was literally eating her daughter's shit. And loving it! And the more I sucked, the hotter I grew, the more feverish, and the wilder my body thrashed back and forth. My prick did feel as though it was imbedded in the old woman's throat.
"I could hear Perry's savage orders to me. 'That's it, black ass lover, wipe my ass with your tongue. Faster, harder, deeper but that tongue's got to get in my ass and wipe.'
"My tongue was wiping a white girl's smelly ass! Now, as the cream in my testicles surged uncontrollably through the shaft towards the exit through the eye of my cockhead, there was no time for shame or regrets. All that mattered was the blow-off and regardless of the degredation to which I, a proud black man, was being subjected to. The dryness in the old woman's cunt was a thing of the past. My prick slid easily up and down the groove that was well-oiled from her own bodily secretions and from the shit of her own daughter's ass.
'"I ... I'm coming apart,' the old crone gasped, glassy-eyed.
" 'Meee tooo mmmother,' Perry hissed through partly closed lips.
"Lifting the cheeks of Perry's ass up, I shouted aloud, 'Cracking ... my nuts are cracking ...'
"Whether or not we all climaxed at the same time was immaterial. But wave after wave of orgasms shook the bodies of Perry, her mother and myself. It seemed to me that I discharged the biggest load of semen in my entire life. When we disentangled, there was cunt and cock cream all over the bed. The secretions from Perry's ass were also in evidence over the sheets.
" 'He's got talent,' the old woman praised me.
"Perry nodded. 'He gave me the hottest ass wipe of my life. His tongue fit perfectly into my brown.'
"Despite the weakened condition of my body, my mind began to function again, and when it did, I felt shame, revulsion and contempt for both the women and myself. These two incestuous lesbians were white, and my distaste for whitey grew even more intense. But I was trapped in my job. I had to continue and associate with whites at the office although I hated every minute..."
ANALYST: Did your growing bitterness against whites hinder your efficiency at the office?
W: I didn't think so. But after Abner started fucking my wife, he used every opportunity to make me feel cheap and low. A: He taunted you openly about his relationship with your wife?
W: Yes. First, everyone laughed at me. But after the office party when I went home with the blonde, they all hated me.
A: The other office people found out about your experience with the blonde woman?
W: Yeah. Perry blabbed her big mouth all over the place. She never did like blacks, and she spread the word I preferred to fuck her old mother.
A: But you stuck to your job. W: I had no choice. But I was in a jam. The whites openly resented me, and the other blacks hated me. Called me an Uncle Tom for associating with whites.
A: Admittedly you were in a difficult position. What did you do?
W: Nothing. That's where I made my mistake. Did nothing but turn inward and brood. One week-end, I almost went nuts. Had a nervous breakdown.
A: Is that when you turned to your daughter for help?
W: Yeah. Linda's only sixteen but she's mature for her age. She understood. A: How did she help you?
WILLY: "This week-end when it all happened, I started to hit the bottle real hard. The dirty, white bastards at the office were making my life hell. That black bitch of a wife was out fucking a white man. I felt all alone and betrayed by everyone. Then, my daughter Linda returned from a date, and I told her everything. How her mother was unfaithful to me with a white man, and how the whites at the office were treating me.
"Linda slipped her arm around my neck and sat on my lap. The cheeks of her curvy ass felt so soft and comforting. Suddenly, I realized that she'd grown up. Her tits flattened against my chest and I inhaled the sweet and natural perfume of her young body. My arm tightened around her waist.
" 'Don't ever have anything to do with whites,' I advised her. 'They're nothing but trouble.'
"When she didn't reply, I looked into her pretty, black face and asked, 'Have you been having sexual relations with a white boy?'
" 'Not a boy,' she admitted. 'A white man. An old white man.' She hastened to add. 'But he's real nice, daddy. Kind and patient. He taught me how to fuck. All whites aren't bad.'
"I felt too weak to get enraged. Tears rolled down my face. 'Oh honey, I'm so disappointed with you. First your momma. Now you. And you're all I've got left.'
"Linda took hold of my hand and pressed her warm, sensuous lips against mine. 'Now, daddy, I love you. But you listen. It's not right to be bitter against all whites. They're just people same as us.'
"I shook my head. 'No, they're not. I ought to have that dirty, old white man locked up. What does he do to you.'
"Linda dropped her hand over my dormant cock. 'This thing wouldn't come up for him. I made it stiff again, and he gave me money. But only because he was so grateful.'
"I shuddered. Like all parents, I wanted to picture my little girl as remaining sweet and pure throughout her entire life. 'How did you get mixed up with that kind of white trash?'
"Linda explained. 'Why daddy, he's not white trash. He's old Mr. Barnstead, your big boss at the office. Remember when you were getting interviewed for your job. Mr. Barnstead wanted to talk to each member of your family alone. Kind of gave him an idea the kind of man you were.'
"I nodded. Yes, I remembered the incident quite well. When I was being considered for my job this old cat Barnstead interviewed my wife and daughter as well. Claimed it gave him a picture of the kind of family he was hiring on his team. Then, he invited Linda to his house to meet his family. Suddenly, I got the picture.
'"Is that when he fucked you?' I demanded to know. 'When he was supposed to be interviewing you?'
"Linda replied in the affirmative. 'When I got to old Mr. Barnstead's house,' she went on, 'he was alone. His own family was away. But he said he wanted me to have one of his daughter's dresses that she had out-grown. It was the most beautiful dress I'd ever seen. I could hardly wait to try it on.'
" 'Sure honey,' Mr. Barnstead said. 'You go into my daughter's room, and slip it on. No trouble at all.'
"Naturally, Linda raced into the bedroom, and took off her clothes. That's when Barnstead entered. For an instant my daughter was frightened. Then, she recovered when she realized the old man was actually frightened looking. 'Sorry, if I frightened you,' Barnstead said. 'But I've never seen a black girl before. Without her clothes. Didn't think you'd mind if I kind of peeked at your lovely, black, naked body.'
"Proud of her figure, Linda smiled and told him to look all he wanted. She stood in front of a mirror in order for him to drink in her beauty from the back as well as the front.
" 'You're black all over,' he breathed with difficulty. 'Even ... your ass and inside the buttocks ... it's black. Black as India ink.'
"Linda assured him. 'Oh yes,' and bent over in order to peek all the way up her ass.
"The old man continued to look flustered. 'Would you mind if I ... touched your body?' he asked, timidly.
"Linda smiled. 'Sure. Go ahead. Where do you want to touch?'
"Whitey approached her. 'Your tits... they're so firm, so black. The nipples look like black raspberries. Your stomach is flat and the belly button twists so delightfully.' By the time his eyes dropped over her cunt, the old fool was slobbering openly from the lips. 'Cunt,' he breathed almost inaudibly. 'Your cunt is a work of art. Hardly any hair at all. Just like a virgin girl.'
"By this time Linda was getting excited. Flattered to receive the attentions and praise of an important white man, she turned around. 'Look at my cheeks,' she said. 'My boyfriend likes my ass best of all.'
"Old Barnstead's hands dropped over the gently sloping buttocks. 'Yes,' he murmured. 'Delightful hills. And ever so delightful valley.' His fingers crept down the slope of ass flesh and lodged at the very base of the valley into her hair-encrusted asshole. Linda pressed herself against his sloppy belly and shoved her cunt tight against his groin. Then, she reached down, took hold of his penis to assess the results of her play.
"Surprised, she uttered, 'Why, it's still soft. My boyfriend stiffens up right away when I touch him down there.'
"Sadly, the old man took out his penis and displayed the shrivelled up wormy looking piece of meat. 'Impotent,' he blubbered. 'Can't get a hard on anymore. I'm through. Over the hill. Thought when I saw a naked, young black girl, it would stiffen up again ... But it hasn't.'
" 'It will!' Linda said, emphatically. 'You've just told yourself you're old. You're not! Bet you can still take care of a young girl and make her happy.'
"Barnstead shook his head. 'Won't come up. Won't, won't, won't. I'm through.'
"Linda patted his hand. 'Now, you just relax. Is there someone special you want to fuck but can't?'
'The old man looked away, ashamed, embarrassed.
"The truth!' Linda demanded. "Who do you want to really fuck?"
"Averting his eyes, the gray-haired, gray-faced, pot-bellied, old degenerate said, 'My daughter.' But he hastily added. 'I haven't.
Can't get up the nerve. My wife watches me like a hawk.'
"Linda understood. She had already taken courses in psychology at school. 'That's why you can't get a bone on anymore,' she told the man. 'Frustrated. But I got an idea. You just relax old cockman and watch me.'
"Assessing the situation, Linda knew exactly what to do. Although she didn't put on any undergarments, she slipped the dress of the old man's daughter on. Smiling, she said, "Now, we're going to pretend I'm your daughter. We're both about the same size, same build. And I'm wearing her dress.' Walking over to the dressing table, she sprayed herself with perfume used by his daughter. 'Now, I smell like your daughter.' Lowering her voice, she winked, flirtatiously, 'Take me father. Fuck me
"The change in Barnstead was immediate and dramatic. The desire for his daughter was so strong that he began to visualize Linda as the object of his long suppressed lust. The blackness of her skin grew white, the odor of perfume tantalized his nostrils.
" 'Yes,' he nodded bug-eyed. 'You are my own daughter.'
"Linda nodded. Slowly, cock teasingly, she lifted up her dress to reveal the young, female genitals. 'This is what you want daddy, dear,'
Linda whispered. 'Take them. I want to fuck you, too.'
"Barnstead swallowed hard. For years he hat been fantasizing just such a situation. Even when he fucked his own wife, he was really screwing his own daughter in his mind. And now, fantasy had turned into reality. Here was his daughter offering her cunt and entire body.
"Barnstead's cock burned.
"Linda reached out and let the tips of her fingers trail along the shaft. 'Nice daddy dear,' she smiled. 'I'll make it come for you.' Her fist curled tightly. 'How? Tell me how you want to blow your fatherly fuck stick.'
"He could hardly get out the words. Finally he muttered. 'Jack me off daughter dear. That's what I've always wanted you to do.'
" 'Of course daddy,' Linda replied, softly 'I'll do whatever you want me to do.'
"Disrobing, old Barnstead took Linda into the bathroom where he wanted Linda to execute a rather special kind of masturbation on him. Immediately, he plopped himself down on the toilet and spread his legs. The tip of his cockhead was aimed directly towards the ceiling. Linda remained puzzled.
" 'You sure you want me to jack you off while you're squatting over the John?' she asked.
"The old man nodded. He had visualized this fantasy for such a long time, he knew precisely what had to be done and how.
" 'Straddle my legs,' he ordered.
"When Linda did as instructed her pussy made immediate contact with the old man's face. But instead of turning away, he sighed. 'Now stroke me off,' he murmured, happily. 'While you pump my cock bone with your hand, I'll eat your cunt, daughter dear.'
" 'Groovy,' Linda cried, delightedly. 'I get to blow my load, too.'
"The simultaneous act of masturbation and cunnilingus took place without any problems at all. The almost hairless twat of my daughter disappeared into Barnstead's mouth while Linda jacked his bone with an expertise far beyond her years...."
ANALYST: Did Linda's confession make you decide to have sexual relations with her? W: Yes. The sixteen-year-old girl was so mature and understanding, it frightened me. If anyone could help me, she could. A: Did you grow more embittered against whites?
W: No. Old Barnstead turned out to be human like the rest of us. In spite of his position, he wasn't any happier, or free from problems than poor blacks in the ghetto.
A: Then the fact your daughter was intimate with a white man didn't disturb you? W: In a way it did. But Linda knew what she was doing. Sooner or later, old Barnstead would actually fuck her. That I couldn't prevent. At least, I decided to fuck her first. A: And so, you became intimate with your own daughter.
WILLY: "That's putting it mildly. As Linda told me about Barnstead, the erotic scene that transpired between them excited me, and by the time she finished talking, my penis had erected in her hand. Linda squeezed the shaft to let me know that she understood what had happened.
" 'Can't do it,' I said. 'Can't fuck my own daughter. That's perversion, something whitey does. But I'm a black man, and a proud one. I got integrity.'
"Linda only smiled. 'That's why everyone always shits on you, daddy. You've got integrity, and they know it and take advantage of you. If you're going to work in whitey's world you've got to play his game. Only better.'
"I was astounded at my young daughter's wisdom, and attitude. 'How come you know so much?' I asked, suspiciously. 'You're only sixteen.'
" 'Black girls grow up quickly,' she informed me. 'Besides, momma has been two-timing you for years. I learned a lot watching her fuck all her boy friends.'
"I kept shaking my head. 'Just because your momma was a no good shit don't mean I should be likewise.'
"Linda began to grow irritated. 'You don't understand poppa. Mom was doing what came naturally. And a lot of her boy friends gave her money ... money to keep the house going. Can't you understand, there's nothing wrong about any kind of behavior if you're doing what comes naturally. That way, you're true to yourself. Mom's no phony. But I'm beginning to think you are.'
"All the time, Linda kept fondling my penis. Finally, the meat quickened upwards.
"I replied. 'Fucking my own daughter isn't doing what comes naturally.' I didn't sound too convincing.
"Linda pointed out. 'If fucking me wasn't natural, you wouldn't be getting a hard on when I play with your cock.' And without waiting for me to utter another phony protest, my precocious daughter unzipped my fly and dragged the unresisting length of prick into the open. She stared down at the pecker.
" 'You're hung okay, poppa,' she informed me. 'Long and hard and that beautiful cock head's making me drool.' " She looked puzzled. 'Wonder why momma was always screwing around with another man. You should have been able to stuff her cunt good with that kind of sausage.'
" 'Your momma wasn't natural,' I replied, solemnly. 'She wasn't content to just let me throw a fuck in her. She was always begging for something special. What she really meant was something abnormal.'
" 'Such as?' Linda wanted to know.
"I shuddered. 'She'd want to swap around with other couples. Once she even suggested that it would turn her on if she pissed over my face while I jacked off. Stuff like that.' I sneered. 'She belongs with whitey. They're all doing stuff like that. I got integrity.'
" 'Shit on your integrity,' Linda said, disgustedly. 'Where did it ever get you? Your wife left you, and whitey is out to make life miserable for you at the office." She grew impatient. 'Damn it all, it's not the color of your skin folks object to. It's your goddamned my-shit-don't stink attitude you've got because you think you're so loaded with integrity. Forget integrity and let people accept or not accept you as you are.'
" 'I... I just can't fuck you,' I insisted.
"But Linda wouldn't take such a negative answer or attitude. Try it, and if you still feel disgusted about having a ball with your own daughter, forget it. Be miserable. But just try and groove just once and you'll find whitey will accept you a hell of a lot easier.'
" 'Piss on whitey,' I spat.
"Again, Linda shook her head. 'You can't afford to piss on whitey. You've got to work for him. Now,' she demanded to know. 'Do you fuck me or do you not fuck me?'
"There was no denying the state of my erection. Would I have a hard on if I wasn't physically attracted to my own daughter? Clearly, I did want to screw Linda. The fact that she was my daughter didn't seem to be making much difference to my penis. And once I sunk it into her twat hole would I feel any less pleasure because she was my daughter. There was only one way to find out. I had to fuck my daughter!
" 'I'll fuck you,' I said at length. 'But in a normal way.'
" 'A natural way,' Linda corrected. 'Natural is normal regardless what you do. What is important is your desire to perform a certain act.'
" 'All right,' I conceded with a release of breath. 'Natural is normal. I'll tell you what I really want. But when I do, you're going to throw up and have nothing more to do with me.'
" 'Try me,' Linda said, jubilantly.
"My lips worked and for a while, no words would filter through. Finally, I coughed out my horrible desires. 'I want to start fucking you. But when I feel myself ready to unload, I want to pull out and finish the fuck in your mouth. In brief, I want to blow my load in your mouth, and I want to see you swallow every drop of my love liquid.'
"Linda clapped her hands. 'That's not abnormal. Men have been making that kind of request for millions of years. Don't you understand? You want to feel so close to me, you want to cement the bond of our relationship by giving me something utterly personal and private. Something you've never given another woman including momma.' She stared at me, curiously. 'You've never had a desire to fuck momma in the mouth have you?'
" 'No,' I admitted. 'It's very strange. You're the only female I've wanted to punk in the mouth and drop a red, hot load of semen.'
" 'Figures,' Linda said. 'I'm the only female you really feel close to. And darling poppa, I've been wanting you to fuck me in the mouth for the longest time. Momma doesn't know what she's missing.'
"The act of incest between my daughter and myself took place in the bedroom. And once I pushed my prick in her cunt, I couldn't tell the difference between this one and any other cunt-hole. Reaching under, I grasped both cheeks of my daughter's ass as her legs scissored my waist. As I fucked, I goosed her shithole, and in no time at all, the pressure of the semen told me that I was ready to ejaculate.
"Exerting tremendous willpower, I pulled my cock out of the dripping cavity and raised myself up on my knees. Linda sat up, too. As she opened her mouth, I aimed my cockhead for her gullet. The soft and tender lips of my daughter closed over the rod of bone. There wasn't time for more than one or two thrusts before my nuts hurled out the semen. Cream puddled out of the corners of Linda's lips but she kept on sucking and swallowing until the meat cannon wilted and grew lifeless.
"When I pulled out, I realized there was nothing wrong or harmful or abnormal about incest. There was nothing wrong with white skin or black skin. Sex or color could never harm anyone. Only attitudes destroyed ..."
CONCLUSIONS TO CASE HISTORY TWO
All of his adult life, Case Subject Willy J. struggled for a place in the white man's world. While married, he worked his way through a state college and held down a full time job during the day. On graduation, he finally managed to get a job in a white-controlled business where he was not entirely accepted by'all the white people. The years of struggle had left Willy J. embittered and with a chip on his should-der. While he demanded his rights from white society, he resented and hated whites. Throughout his years of schooling and up until the time of his employment, he was possessed with one dominating theme in life: to prove himself better than the white man.
The negative and belligerent attitude affected Willy J. in many ways and especially his capacity to perform and enjoy life. Determined to excel, he adopted a holier-than-thou-art attitude which spilled into his sex life. Eventually, his dissatisfied wife became unfaithful and left him for a white man. When the pressures of living grew too intense, Willy J, turned inward, and sought refuge in the arms of his own daughter, a precocious and mature girl of sixteen.
The incestuous affair helped the case subject find himself. He realized ultimately that attitudes rather than skin pigmentation influenced and developed character.
CASE HISTORY THREE
Case Subject: Winifred K. Sex: Female Age: 41
Marital Status: Divorced
Occupation: Woman's Lib Leader
Sexual History: Has sexual relations with her own twelve-year-old son. Distrusts all mature males whom she regards as exploiters of women. Occasionally is inclined towards a lesbian experience but insists on training her son to become a competent lover.
INTERVIEW ONE
During the interview Case Subject Winifred K. grew violent at times when she recalled certain incidents with her husband and other lovers whom she felt took advantage of her as a woman. Under hypnosis, it was discovered that she had sexual relations with her own father whom she grew to hate.
ANALYST: Do you hate all men? WINIFRED: Yes! A: Why?
W: The bastards have been taking advantage of women since Adam and Eve. From now on, things are going to change.
A: Did your husband leave you?
W: I left him!
A: Why?
W: I just got sick and tired of being exploited. All he ever wanted was someone to cook for him and fuck him. I willingly gave up both jobs. A: Do you have normal sex drives? W: Very normal. A: What do you do?
W: I'm not ashamed to say I let Lonnie sleep with me.
A: Your son? W: Yes.
A: You have sexual relations with your son? W: Yes. At least, I'm training him. He'll know how to treat a woman when I get through with him.
A: He's not entirely satisfactory as yet? W: Not entirely. But he's learning. A: In the meantime, how are you getting complete satisfaction?
W: A few of the other women in the Lib movement are in the same boat. We fuck each other. A: Lesbian activities?
W: If you want to use that word. A woman knows how to treat another woman's cunt. A: Aren't you afraid your son will become effeminate in a completely feminine environment?
W: Oh no. When I fuck him, or some of the other girls in the movement take over his training, we treat him as a man. But the kind of man a woman will be proud of someday.
A: You appear bitter when it comes to men.
W: I have every right to be bitter. However, I'm not letting it destroy me like so many other women. I'm doing something about it.
A: Do you have these feelings of bitterness against your own father?
W: Especially against him.
A: Why? Be precise.
WINIFRED: "The first prick that ever barged its way into my cunt belonged to my old man. A dirty, old man. I was eleven at the time, and had just reached puberty. I had never been fucked although I was curious enough about the business of getting laid. On warm, summer evenings I'd sneak along the river bank and watch couples fuck. Even at that age, I questioned the position of the man getting on top of the woman. Why did the man always have to be the aggressor, and exert his dominancy over the woman even in the position he fucked her?
"My old man was a foreman in a foundry. A big, thick-headed, ignorant slob who made life miserable all day for the men who worked for him. At night, he'd return home for mom and myself. He was a drinker, a chaser and a pathological liar. I hated his guts. And I hated him even more when he started to expose his cock in my presence every chance he got. A lot of times, he'd leave the bathroom door open and he undressed to take a bath, or when I was inside taking a leak, he'd barge in and watch. At age eleven, I wanted to get fucked but not by him.
"Then, one night mom went to visit her folks and wouldn't return until the next day. The minute the old man came home from work, he told me to undress.
" 'Time you learned how to use that tight, little cunt of yours,' he told me. 'No sense letting someone else break it in. And once you get fucked by your old man, you'll never forget him.' And without even waiting for my reply, he unzipped and took out his tool. He already had a bone on.
"In spite of my revulsion for him, I couldn't help staring at the stiffened meat. It wasn't the first time I'd seen one but looking at one close up was an education. I was surprised at the angle the bone made with his body. The cock-head was staring directly up at the ceiling. How could it ever enter a cunt? I wondered in awe. The coloring of the skin fascinated me, too. The penile shaft was on the pinkish side while the head was a blend of red and crimson. And the old fart was heavy with come because out of the eye, one, large drop of cream wriggled through and slid crookedly down the under shaft. I caught just a glimpse of the soft-skinned, hairy nuts inside the pants.
"Father sniggered. 'Looks good doesn't it daughter?'
"Shaking my head, I backed away. 'No,' I forced out my reply. 'Mom would get sore if she knew.'
"His ugly face became even uglier. 'Fuck that old bat. I haven't screwed her for years. She's the lousiest piece of tail I ever had. Been waiting till your pussy developed. Well, you're ready. You're gonna get my fucking whether you like it or not.'
"Panic-stricken, I turned and bolted. The only room with a lock on it in the entire house was the bathroom. But I didn't quite reach safety. Father chased me and before I could turn and lock the door, he barged his way inside. Mean-tempered and out-of breath now, he slapped me across the face.
" 'Do as you're told goddammit,' he cursed. 'Take off your clothes and fuck me. No tricks,' he warned.
"Whimpering, and brushing the tears from my eyes I slowly complied with the bully's orders. He removed his garments, also. When he turned to stare at my naked, young body, the bug-eyed man gripped the shaft of his tool in order to prevent a premature ejaculation.
" 'Young pussy,' he kept muttering. 'It's the only kind that turns me on.' And in order to confirm the hairless state of my virginal cunt, he dropped to his knees and stared scientifically at the crack and adjacent area. "Virgin tight,' he said, pleased as he fingered the slit. 'I'll be the first one in. The first time in my whole, fucking life that something good happened to me.'
"Despite my young age, my reason prompted me to shout. 'But I'm your daughter. You're my father. It's wrong for you to fuck me. That's ...' and I had to grope for the word. Finally, I screamed, 'incest. That's incest.'
"That stopped my father for only a few seconds. Finally, a lewd grin distorted his Frankenstein-like face. 'If there was anything wrong with it, how come I got the stiffest bone on in my whole life?' His eyes were blazing with the lust fever. 'Gonna fuck you daughter. Gonna fuck you good. Gonna get the happiest fuck of my whole stinking life.'
" 'No,' I pleaded and backed away. Stumbling over the toilet, I sat down on the bowl.
"Father nodded, happily. 'You just stay put on the John while I prepare myself. This cock specialist friend of mine told me how he fucks. Been wanting to try out his method for years.' His voice trembled with the excitement of anticipation. 'It may be kind of weird but it's guaranteed to blow out my entire innards.'
" 'Don't do nothing ... abnormal,' I begged. Some of the older more experienced girl friends of mine told me about perverts and the strange way they had to have sex or they couldn't blow off their nuts. One weirdo asked a girl friend to shit on him while he jacked off. Another wanted her to call him filthy names during intercourse.
Of course, I'd heard horror stories of the creeps who had to beat the girl to get a bone on. Was poppa going to beat me?
" 'Please let me go,' I made one more attempt to appeal to what little reason he possessed.
"But the father-pervert was not even listening. He was too busy preparing himself for some sort of insanity he felt he had to have while he fucked. It didn't take long to determine the tactics he was going to employ. Father owned one silken dressing robe which he normally never wore. Now, he removed the long, silken belt from the robe. Bending over he very carefully stuffed the long cord up his asshole. The cord was so long that most of it must have found its way into his upper intestines.
"My lips barely moved. "Why?" I gasped, horrified. 'Why are you doing such an insane thing? What are you going to do to me?'
"Again, father chose to ignore me. Intent on the task of stuffing the silk object clear into the deepest recesses of his body, he heard nothing but his own selfish, self-centered thoughts. Finally, he achieved his goal.
" 'Feels good,' he told himself as he tried to straighten up. He didn't quite make it. But standing hunched over like a big, hairy simian didn't appear to phase him. The thought that his bent-over stance made him resemble an animal pleased him. Turning to me, he said, 'Get off the can and let your old man sit down.'
"When I stood up, I noticed that about three inches of the cord was dangling out of his asshole. The man did resemble an animal with a tail as he ambled carefully over to the toilet stool. I remained mystified, and begged for an explanation.
"His face clouded. 'Just do as you're told. If it works good for me, I'll treat you with the silken cord fuck, too.'
"With no alternative, I had to submit myself to his insane passion for incest. The groove of my tight cunt felt frozen. The last thing I wanted now was the feeling of hot cock. Certainly I didn't want it from this slob of a pervert who happened to be my father.
"Dumping his flabby-cheeked ass down on the toilet seat, he spread his legs, lifted up his balls and then brought his legs close together. In this position, his nuts weren't in any danger of getting crushed.
" 'Straddle me,' he commanded. And without waiting for me to make a move, he lifted me up by the waist and set me down over his prick that sloped upward like the Eiffel Tower. Holding me in the air with one of his powerful, working-man's hands, he lowered me slowly over the blood-filled knob of flesh atop the penile shaft.
" 'Hurting me,' I cried out as the huge hunk of meat pressed against my tiny, hairless slit.
"He frowned. 'Stop your bitching.' With his thick, blunt fingers, he pried apart my cuntal lips and held them open as he roughly inserted his cockhead between them. Releasing his grip, the labial lips closed in on the fleshy intruder.
"I was just about to cry out again in protest when the sound evaporated in my throat. The feel of hot, fatherly prick inside my love hole filled my entire body, and every pore on my skin with a sensation of ballooning excitement. The walls of my vagina began to wriggle with anticipation for the rest of the incestuous tool. My mind kept telling me I was doing a terrible thing. But my desires, much stronger, urged me to complete the fuck and as quickly as possible. Forgotten now was the silken cord still lodged tightly up father's asshole. Thrusting upward and forcing me downward at the same time, the cockhead bullied its way through the narrow channel of my cunt. Suddenly, something inside ripped apart and I felt a hot, thick liquid flow out of the hole. Looking down, I was both horrified and excited at the sight of blood.
" 'I broke the cherry,' father cried, exultantly. 'For the first time in my life I was first. The first one in your cunt.'
" 'H ... hurts,' I stammered. But quickly added. 'Hurts good.' And the paradox was true. The extremely tight fit of cock in cunt created a distinctly disagreeable, strong, burning sensation along the inward cuntal tissues. At the same time, the heat of the alien, male meat, the rigidity of the bone, the softness of the cockhead made me want to sing a happy song.
"Father's face tightened as he made one final thrust upward. The cockhead slopped its way to the farthest recesses of the tube. 'In,' he gasped, bug-eyed. 'All the fucking way in.'
'There wasn't any doubt of that fact. My love hole was sheathed as completely as a sword resting in its scabbard. The nuts flattened up between my legs.
"My eyes rolled back as I yelled out. 'Fuck me, father. Fuck your daughter. Give it to me. I'll take every inch. All of it. But please ... fuck me.' I must have looked deranged as bits of foamy spittle bubbled out the corners of my lips, and my shaky voice grew so loud and strident, the exhortations spun crazily around the room. 'FUCK ME FATHER,' I kept on shouting, tirelessly.
" 'Yes, daughter,' he replied in a voice even shakier than mine. 'I'll give you every inch of my fatherly tool.' Grasping me tightly around the waist, he lowered me up and down over his pecker. As I felt the pole move, I was able to discharge more fluid from the walls of my vagina. This liquid greased the passage of the paternal pounder.
" 'Yes, yes,' I breathed. 'That's it. All the way up. All the way down.' I was merely giving voice to the dictates of my pussy. The nerve endings cabled out explicit messages. In a matter of minutes, we established a certain rapport. As daddy eased the bone upwards, I dropped my ass downward. The rhythm of the fuck commenced.
"Once the tempo of intercourse was established, Daddy reached under himself as though he was going to wipe his ass. He didn't of course. The silken cord was still deeply imbedded up the anal orifice. Grasping the end of the rope, he tugged it out a ways and then stuffed it back inside the hole again. He was literally goosing himself with the hemp. And as the tempo of our fuck increased, he grew more daring in his movements. He'd pull the cord out farther, and then stuff it in deeper. He was more than merely goosing himself with the cord, it quickly developed. Father was fucking himself from the rear as I pounded my pussy over his other end.
"As I continued to bounce up and down father's cock, my fingers clawed at his hairy chest and all sorts of filthy obscenities spilled through my lips.
"Father, too, took up the chant of lashing our lust by spilling out more obscene expressions. 'Boss my cock,' he urged as I took over charge of the fuck. 'You're doing just fine.'
"Instinctively, I was displaying my aggressive nature by assuming full control of our fucking movements. And as my confidence increased, grew stronger, bolder, I reached under father and pulled his trembling fingers from off the cord. 'I'll rope-fuck your asshole,' I informed him.
"At first my fingers hesitated as they gripped the cord. Had I over-reached myself? Father would be furious if I messed up this part of the action. I even lost the beat of the fuck. And the more I hesitated, the more panic leaked into the pores and tissues of my body.
" 'Goddammit,' father sputtered. 'What in hell are you doing. Fuck me. Don't stop moving your twat. And screw that silk up my ass!'
"First of all, I concentrated on re-establishing my dominancy over father's fuck stick. Forgetting my obligations for the moment to manipulating the silken cord, I started to move up and down the cock again at regular intervals.
" 'That's it,' father winced ecstatically as the pussy pores burned into the skin of the bone. 'More of that. I could take more of that...'
" 'Hold on old father fuck,' I whispered. 'I'll get this rope bit going again for you.'
"Once I regained control over the front end, I was able to devote all of my attention to reaming out the rear end with the rope. This maneuver wasn't so easily accomplished. Dangling back and forth, it was difficult to grasp firmly. And once I held it between my thumb and forefinger, more dangers presented themselves, immediately. If I pulled too roughly, the entire length would come tumbling out. If I didn't yank it firmly enough, father would be unable to feel the necessary sensations for the orgasm.
"By thorough trial and error and the determination to prove my dominancy over the male, I taught myself the movements required to fuck my father's asshole with the hairy hemp. Soon, I was able to co-ordinate both front and back action.
" 'Yeah,' father exclaimed, his eyes shining. 'That's it, that's it.'
" 'Hold on,' I shouted. 'I'm riding for a fall.'
" 'Go,' daddy urged, 'go daughter. All the way. Blow me. Blow my fucking mind!'
"The flowing juice turned my cunt into a soggy swamp. But that enabled me to pump all the faster and more furiously. My tiny, pear-like tits flopped up and down, and my long hair swirled around my head. 'All the way,' I coughed through my fevered, near blistering lips. 'Going all the way home.'
"Father's glassy eyes turned round as doorknobs. His lips worked back and forth and he attempted to give me one final set of instructions. There was a certain, special something I had to do with the rope. Unfortunately, the words wouldn't come out. Again, I was on my own. And there was no more time for the luxury of a trial and effort run. Either I worked the rope right, or I'd spoil the entire fucking exercise.
"Red-splotched, father's puffy face looked ghastly as galloped towards the climax. 'Rope,' he kept muttering through swollen lips. 'Pull.. .'
"He was trying to tell me when precisely to pull out the rope. But by this time, I had already guessed his secret, or thought that I knew what to do.
" 'Okay, father fucker,' I shrieked gleefully. 'I'll give it to you. I'll give it to you now. NOW ...'
"And I pulled or rather yanked the cord out of his asshole with every ounce of strength I possessed. And I removed the hemp at the precise moment I felt the very first drop of semen fly out the eye of the cockhead. I knew he had pissed out a drop of cream as the tissues of my vaginal wall began to burn with a sensation I had never felt before. It had to be my father's cock cream!
"When I tugged on the cord, I got the surprise of my life. The moment the asshole was released of its silken burden, air rushed into the old man's rectum to batter and browbeat its way against every organ inside his body. This pummeling sensation of air against his bodily organs, muscles and tissues created a whirlwind effect that almost tore the flesh from his bones. One result was to pressure the testicles to release more semen. And the stuff was propelled outward with the dynamics of a powerful explosion.
"Salvos of gism fired into my cunt.
" 'Oh wow,' I shouted. 'That's the greatest, the fuckingest, greatest thing that ever happened to me. More. Give me more.'
"This last request was unnecessary. The maelstrom caused by the sudden yanking of the rope from father's asshole was still raging. And as long as this condition of turbulence existed within his testicles, the glands would continue to fling out secretions.
"Experiencing its very first cock-induced orgasm, my pussy continued to work overtime, too. Certainly I had climaxed before during my many previous masturbatory sessions. But they were puny trickles compared to the sea of syrup that kept flowing out of my cuntal chambers.
"Finally, the rivers of lust ceased flowing from our respective genitals. Disengaging from off my father's lap, I fell backwards and collapsed onto the floor where I remained staring down at my boodied and creamed-up pussy that had been awakened by my own father. I stared up at the man with ambivalent feelings. In a way, I still hated him for forcing himself on me. Yet, I loved him for permitting me to prove myself.
"From the very beginning, at age eleven, I learned two things about my sexual capabilities. One, I was a natural fucker. Two, I was a natural dominant fucker. I had to boss the fuck. Without knowing it, I was already striking a blow for women's liberation ..."
ANALYST: You both hated and loved your father? W: Yes.
A: Did you associate these feelings with other men as you grew older? W: You mean, did I both love and hate them? A: Yes.
W: I think that's a true assessment of my lifelong feelings for the opposite sex. I won't accept them as the boss. On the other hand, I'm normal enough to admit I love the male prick. As long as I get it my way.
A: Your way?
W: That's right. I do the aggressing. I call the movements. The male is an inferior breed who must submit. A: The hen-pecked type.
W: No! Not at all! Now, you're showing your own prejudices against women. The last thing a dominant woman wants is a hen-pecked man. Not at all!
A: What does she want in a man? W: My former husband Bertie typified everything I needed in a man. Then, he changed, went off the deep end. I had to leave him. A: He wanted to be the boss? W: He thought he did. A: Is that why you left him? W: No.
A: But you just said he changed, went off the deep end. What do you mean by that? W: He turned to another woman. His own mother. After I caught him screwing his mother I had to leave him. Actually, I blame her more than Bertie for the break-up of our marriage. A: Why?
WINIFRED: "If Bertie wanted to fuck his mom every now and then, I wouldn't have really minded. Every man needs a bit of a change. And his mother is a damned attractive woman. However, what ruined Bertie was the way she fucked her son. She assumed the meek, ultra-feminine role and let Bertie believe he was bossing the fuck. Apparently, Bertie had been sleeping with his mother for quite some time. By the time I caught them, it was really too late to help. The poor guy had been brain-washed. He was no good for me anymore. But I knew it was coming on for quite some time. He was changing, getting more and more dissatisfied with the way we fucked, or rather, the way I fucked him.
"Naturally, I left my husband, and took our twelve-year-old son Benjamin to live with me. After a while I got the urge for male company and started to date. I was horrified to find that all men had this crazy superiority complex. They wanted to take charge of everything, and naturally they turned me off, completely. For relief, I started to masturbate but that wasn't the answer, either. Finding a docile sort of man who would submit to my dominant kind of womanhood seemed to be impossible. Their attitudes would simply have to change.
"One day, quite by chance, I attended a meeting of the Woman's Freedom Forever Group, an organization fighting for the liberation of all womankind. And I realized that this group of dedicated women had the right idea. There were too few men around with the right attitude towards women. The Woman's Freedom Group was trying to educate men to accept women as either their equal or superior. After all, most women were stronger than men and lived longer, too.
"Becoming active in the group, I inquired about sexual gratification. The attitude of the movement was simple. Until they converted men over to their way of thinking, they'd find sexual gratification amongst themselves. Lesbian activities had never appealed to me but I was growing desperate for a fuck, and I was curious. After one particular meeting of the group, the president announced that following refreshments, there'd be a few hours of sex play to relieve the tenseness of living without men. Everyone started to disrobe, and I undressed, too. Soon, the living room was filled with naked women of all sizes, shapes and colors. Quite a few blacks had joined the movement, too. But how did one woman fuck another woman? After living for years with one man, I was probably the most inexperienced in the group as far as multiple, lesbian activities were concerned. But I soon relaxed. The all-wise president of our group had thought of everything.
"For the education of greenhorns like myself, the center of the room was cleared for a couple of women selected to demonstrate certain techniques required for this kind of fucking. One of the performers was an Amazon-built black woman, about six feet tall, solid but curvaceous body, full, shapely, niggery lips and a hard look on her face. Obviously, she was going to take the role of the more dominant partner. Her black clitoris, in a full state of erection, almost equaled the size of a medium-length, male dick.
"There were a lot of excited comment about the way the black girl was built, and a lot of sighs as a few of the women began to play with their cunts.
"The partner selected for the black girl was her complete opposite; blonde, intensely feminine, almost fragile with only a few wisps of fine hairs around the pussy. The short, hard stubble surrounding the black's gash looked sharp enough to draw blood. And the black stood at least head and shoulders above the petite, fair-haired girl.
"A couch was shoved into the center of the room, an all necessary prop for the two performers. Then, and much to my own excitement, another article was given to the black Amazon. The object was long and slender as a full-blown prick. In fact, it even resembled one with a cockhead and a pair of nuts at the root of the shaft. Also, the artificial penis was colored black. The woman held it up for all to see.
" 'This here's my prick,' she rasped out in her thick, negroid voice. 'Called a dildo.' She gave the soft, pliable balls a tiny squeeze. A few drops of milky fluid dropped out the eye on the head. 'Balls are filled with warm milk,' she announced. 'When my partner's ready to come, I blows the load in the balls up her cunt. Gives the same feeling as cock juice.'
" 'Right on,' came a chorus of delighted replies. One female voice piped up. 'Who needs male, chauvinistic pigs when we can take care of ourselves?'
"There were more cheers and a great deal of open admiration for the big, black woman. 'Wish that big, black momma would fuck me,' a girl in back of me whispered to another.
"Another remarked quite loudly, 'I'd love to go down on that black cunt.'
"Another, more imaginative white girl couldn't keep her eyes off the black ass. 'Like to throw a fuck up her ass,' she said without trying to lower her voice. 'First, I'd eat it and then when I got the asshole good and wet, I'd bend her over and drill the dildo straight into the black's brown.'
" 'Hmmmnnnn,' another white girl drooled. 'Bet her ass smells divine when it's getting fucked.'
"All of the lewd talk began to heat my own cunt up, and I could hardly wait for the action to commence. The ultra-feminine, blonde partner of the black was getting anxious, too.
" 'Fuck me, momma,' she pleaded in a high-pitched whine. 'Drill my blonde cunt out with your great, big, bad, old tool.'
" 'First, I gotta discipline you,' the mam-moth-titted black replied, harshly. Despite the flesh over her face, it looked hard and the glint in her eye suggested she didn't much like whites. And what did she mean by discipline?
"The muscles of my stomach tightened as I watched the mannish black bind the white girl up with rope. Next, a whip was handed over to her. The whip, we were told, was made of a velvety material but nevertheless, it could do a certain amount of damage to the skin when wielded with force.
"Gripping the whip, the big, black bitch snapped it through the air for practice. She growled out an explanation to the audience. 'It'll sting and draw blood. But it don't hurt much. Just enough to make you get a good-sized bone on.'
"With this explanation, she made her final preparation by fitting the dildo into her cunt. The base of the penile shaft fitted between the cuntal lips, and the rod actually stuck up at the correct angle of the fuck. The two balls hung down, and did look very real.
" 'Ready?' she asked her white, blonde partner.
" 'Oh, yes momma,' came the immediate reply. 'Beat me good. Make me get a great big hard on. Then, fuck me. Drill your black bat into my cunt. Pulverize my pussy with your cunt cleaver. Hurry, hurry,' and she arched her spine as though she was going to throw her genitals over at the black lover woman.
"The black lesbian lifted the whip and sent it smashing down over the blonde's back. She sagged to the floor on her knees. Flecks of blood spurted out from several breaks in her skin.
" 'Blood,' some of the spectators cried out. 'More blood. Fuck up a storm of blood.'
" 'Gotta train the white cunt-bitch,' the Amazon snarled as she lifted the whip again and brought it down hard across the bent-over back. This time, the white girl collapsed on her back. Her legs shot straight up in the air and landed on the couch. Now, she was laying with her back on the floor with the legs over the edge of the couch. Standing on the other side the black looked down at the gash of white womb meat. Measuring the distance with narrowed eyes, she lifted the whip and snapped it across her partner's belly.
"For the first time, the white girl moaned in apparent pain. 'Hurts,' she gasped through clenched teeth. 'Pains like hell. But my cunt's tingling with joy.' She opened her eyes wider. 'Oh, black momma, tingle my cunt some more. Give it to me. Give me all you've got.'
"The black one nodded her head. 'You gonna get all I've got blonde bitch. You gonna suffer. Only when you suffer right can I fuck you.' Then, she stepped back, spread her legs to give herself more leverage and whipped the belly and breasts of the blonde until her arms ached.
"The girls in the audience started to go wild. Cheering, whistling, finger-fucking themselves, they grew more wildly enthusiastic with each flail of the whip. Although their response was contagious, I was not turned on. The sight and smell of blood didn't excite my female gonads at all.
"The black woman was just the opposite. After her arms grew weary, she dropped the whip and fell onto her knees before the bared, blonde cunt. Blood was spurting out the supine girl from a hundred different cuts. Cupping both cheeks of the bleeding girl's ass with her massive palms, the Amazon stared hungrily at the pussy trench.
" 'Got to eat,' she said, huskily. 'Gotta suck white poontang.' And before the excited and cheering audience, she dipped her tongue into the gash and began to lick-fuck the slot with all of the surrounding blood.
"For a while, I thought the blonde girl was unconscious. But eventually, she opened her eyes to stare at the face of the black lover lesbian lapping a mouthful of juicy joy meat. Slowly, she raised up her legs and wrapped them around the neck of her sucking sweetheart. For the first time, she began to display a bit of initiative and aggressiveness. With her legs scissored around the black woman's neck, she could apply pressure which would bring the black face nearer or farther away from her box.
"The Amazon didn't much like this display of strength on the part of the whipped girl. The beating was supposed to make her completely submissive. Something was going wrong. She pulled her face out of the swampy, sex slit.
" 'Goddammit,' she cursed in a husky voice. 'I'm callin' the shots. Don't try to make me suck faster or slower with those legs of yours.'
"But a strange transformation was taking place in the mind of the blonde bird. 'Eat me,' she hissed. 'Eat me my way.' And for emphasis, she flexed her legs which brought more pressure on the black. Her face slopped back into the gash again.
" 'Now eat me black bitch,' the white one snarled. And without uttering another word, she reached over, seized the whip and proceeded to beat the huge, ebony creature.
"A gasp surged across the room from the surprised spectators. 'The worm's turning,' one girl near me muttered. 'Hopes she beats the shit out of that black bully.'
"As the whip crunched across the round, black face of the Amazon, she began to lose her aggressive characteristics. 'Okay white honey, I'll eat. I'll eat just the way you want.' The long, red tongue of the female fag flopped across rim of the love valley.
" 'Now fuck me,' the blonde commanded. 'Fuck me my way.'
"The black blinked. 'Your way?' she echoed, puzzled.
"For answer, the blonde brought the whip down hard on her partner again. 'Don't look so goddamned stupid. When I say shit you squat. Now we fuck my way. Get it?'
" 'Yes, dear,' the black lesbian replied in a docile tone of voice. 'I understands.'
"Both performers now positioned themselves on the couch. The blonde got on her back, the black on her knees in front. It looked as though the black was going to regain the dominant role. But this was definitely not the case as I quickly discovered. Although the blonde remained in the submissive position, she threw both legs around the neck of the other woman. Both her anal and cuntal orifice were now exposed. The long, black dildo was aimed at the cunt hole.
" 'No!' the blonde shouted. 'Not in my cunt. Fuck the other hole. Fuck my ass.'
"This was definitely possible. With her legs almost straight up in the air, and the cuntal V conveniently located before the cockhead, the act of anal intercourse could be easily consummated.
"Grasping both curved cheeks of the white girl's ass, the Amazon was about to charge forward with her dildo when the strident voice of the white girl shrieked out again.
" 'No, no, no. That's not the way I want you to get my nuts off. I live in my cunt black bitch. While you ream my rear, I want you to treat my pussy, too.'
"This time the black woman looked startled. The girls in the audience did too. 'Impossible,' one called out. 'How can she fuck both holes at the same time?'
"The no-longer timid blonde replied. 'If you keep your goddamned trap shut, I'll explain.' Patting her pussy, she announced, 'I want some mouth down here while the dong is pounding my shit hole.'
"The black woman protested. 'I ain't double-jointed. Get yourself another fag.'
"The reply from the blonde was quick and to the point. The whip flicked over the black's face. 'It's possible,' she said. 'That's the trouble with you blacks. You give up too easily.' Patting the box again, she commanded her partner. 'Eat it while you're fucking me in my browner.'
"The sight of the leaking pussy was indeed an inducement to the lesbian. 'I ... I'll try,' she promised.
"With the blonde's legs pointing straight up in the air and spread apart, her asshole presented an easy target for the head of the dildo. Carefully, the black woman eased her hips forward until contact was made between cock and cunt. The temptation to spear the normal love hole must have been great. But the blonde held up the whip.
" 'The asshole,' she hissed. 'Stick cock into the brown spot.'
"Lowering the prick-like weapon, the black slid the tip of the dildo between the meaty cheeks of the blonde's ass and pressed against the anus. To facilitate entry, the white girl reached under her ass, and pried the asshole apart with her fingers. Reamed out by anal intercourse, the hole stretched easily apart, and the cockhead burrowed easily into the groove. A faint odor wafted through the room which indicated a successful entry had been accomplished.
"Many of the girls in the audience clapped, and expressed their approval. Apparently, getting dildo-fucked in the brown was greatly desired by most of them. Still, the question remained. How was the overweight, and clumsy looking black Amazon going to bend over and reach the white cunt with her tongue?
"The blonde called up. 'You're doing just fine black beauty. Now, bend over and eat my cunt while you slap it to my stink hole.'
"The black woman took a deep breath, stiffened, and then bent over. Surprisingly, despite her bulk and grossness, her tongue almost, but not quite, reached its goal and the first try. The black was flexible as an acrobat. Of course, as she bent over, the head and part of the dildo shaft charged into the anal cavity.
" 'Ahhhhgghhh,' the blonde gurgled. 'That prick feels so good up my ass. Goddamned, pissingly good,' she gushed on. 'Now, make my happiness complete by drilling some tongue up my twat. That way, you'll be able to lick-fuck my cunt and bung-fuck my asshole. Go, go, go,' she urged the black queer. 'Lay it in and give me a double blow.'
"If the black woman hadn't been a lesbian I doubt very much whether she could have accomplished her task. But the sight of the juice white slit gaping up at her must have stimulated her adrenalin juices. At any rate, grunting and groaning, he bent over in a much more severe angle from the waist.
" 'Making it,' the blonde exulted as she saw the tongue strain closer to her pussy. 'Making it making it,' she babbled. Then, the tip of the tongue flesh made contact. An electric shock jolted the blonde. 'Made it!' she screamed. 'Can feel your tongue in my sugar. Eat it!' her voice spun crazily around the room. 'Fuck me and eat me at the same time. Nothing like it,' she uttered in a high, shaky voice. 'Notheeeng like it. she added as tongue and dildo made simultaneous contact in the two erogenous holes that were invested with more nerve endings than the spinal cord.
"To my utter surprise and amazement, the black lesbian rapidly developed a beat or rhythm to her simultaneous sucking and fucking movements. As she drove her tongue into the gash, she pulled the dildo back. And as she heaved her manmade prick into the swampy groove, she dipped her head backwards. Clearly the lezzie was no stranger to this kind of action.
" 'Faster,' the blonde demanded. 'Fuck me faster. Suck me faster. I'm near. On the edge. Blow me. Blow me out a river!'
"The black woman increased the lick-fuck to such a rapid tempo, her head resembled a woodpecker feeding in an ant-infested tree. At the same time, her hips pumped back and forth as though jet fuel had been dumped into her motor.
" 'That's it,' the blonde squealed. 'Right on. Right on the fucking spot. The right spot,' she babbled crazily on. And throwing her legs straight back until her toes touched the couch in back of her, she allowed both bung and asshole to flare apart as the juices of love streamed forth.
. "Again, I was in for a total surprise. Secretions were actually streaming out of the girl's rectal cavity. Could a female climax in her asshole if fucked in that region? I was quickly informed by a more knowledgeable member of the audience that this was certainly the case provided there were enough nerve endings in that particular area.
"But as far as I was concerned the entire scene of lesbian love turned me off. I was completely in accord with the idea of a Woman's Freedom Movement. But I couldn't go along with dildo fucks or tongue jobs by another female. I made one abortive attempt to get reamed by one of the lesbian's in the Movement but I failed to climax. I needed the real thing. I needed a prick singing up my cunt!"
ANALYST: Is that when you turned to your son for sexual gratification?
W: Yes. I started to fuck Benjamin about that time. True, the lesbian experience at the Woman's Freedom Movement did motivate me in the incest direction. But there were other reasons, too.
A: Such as?
W: I caught Benjy masturbating a couple times.
A: That's normal for a twelve-year-old boy. W: Maybe so. But he was growing up without a man in the house. I wanted to educate him about the birds and bees.
A: And so you had sexual intercourse with him?
W: Not at first. I wanted him to learn about sex but not necessarily from me. A: You found a teacher for him? W: I thought I did. I talked about my problem at the Woman's Freedom Movement. To my surprise, the big, black lesbian woman offered to help me educate my son. Apparently, she was bisexual. Women turned her on. But so did twelve-year-old boys. A: And you let her?
W: Yes. I figured that maybe the boy needed an educational experience from a dominant sort of woman. He'd learn from the beginning that the woman was normally aggressive. A: Apparently, the results weren't satisfactory.
WINIFRED: "No. Butterfly ... the black lesbian ... came over to the house where I had already undressed Benjy and washed his body and pecker off, too. The minute I told him that a big, black woman from the Movement was going to fuck him, he boned up. Matter of fact, it was the first time I'd seen my son with a hard on at such close range. His tiny, ivory-colored prick grew rigid as steel. For a moment, my own cunt trembled but I quickly dismissed the notion. I didn't want him to get the incest hang-up like this old man.
"I got even more excited when black Butterfly arrived and gave my naked, little kid the once over. The whites of her eyeballs almost slopped out of their sockets. Women and kids turned her on.
" 'His skin is so white,' she marveled. 'I could get my nuts off by just lookin' at him.'
"Benjy went for black skin from the look on his face as he rolled his eyes over Butterfly's big, blubbery, black body. The woman was no beauty, and although her tits and asscheeks were on the mammoth side, there were rolls of fat over her sloping belly and shreds of fat hung down her tree trunk-like legs. Matter of fact, a roll of belly fat slipped down over her genitals.
"
"Where's her cunt?' my precocious twelve-year-old son asked.
"Laughing, Butterfly lifted up the fat and let him gaze at the hairs and parallel cuntal lips The gully between them looked bottomless.
"I grew worried. 'How's the kid going to get into something that enormous?' I asked. 'He won't feel any friction against his dick. And how sire you going to get any sensation. You won't feel a thing.'
"Butterfly looked sheepish. 'I know I'm built too big for him. Was hoping you'd help out.'
"I shook my head. 'I'm no lezzie. You promised you could handle the boy alone.'
"Butterfly looked apologetic. 'Didn't figure on his dick being so tiny. But there's ways to thicken it up if you'll only help.'
" 'I'm listening,' I replied but couldn't conceal my disappointment.
"The huge Negress fished her dildo out of a handbag. 'It's a proven fact,' she explained. 'I you stick this up your son's ass, the air inside him will heat up and rush into the hollow of his prick. Then, the expanding air will inflate the sides and make them big enough for my box.'
"Skeptical as hell, I took the dildo and still protesting, I disrobed and fit the base of the shaft between the lips of my cunt. The texture of the phony prick was so lifelike that the innards of my pussy began to gurgle, expectantly. If Benjy didn't get his nuts off, I certainly would climax.
" 'Oh mom,' Benjy said ogling at my naked body. 'You look so groovy without any clothes on. Why can't I fuck you?'
"For a moment, I didn't have the reply. Naturally, I was flattered that a twelve-year-old boy could be sexually aroused by the sight of my middle-aged body. My hair had turned a salt-and-peppery color, and my cuntal bush was almost totally gray. Perhaps it would have been best if I had personally tried to train my son. And since I didn't have a satisfactory answer for his question, I brushed it aside.
" 'Just do as Butterfly tells you. She'll break you in right. Then, you'll be the kind of little fucker mommy can be proud of. I don't want you to grow up like your egotistical father. I want you to be a man and yet respect the true nature of womankind.'
"Benjy looked disgusted. 'Hell, I didn't want a speech. All I want is to get balled.'
"Throwing my son a worried look, I motioned
Butterfly to prepare herself, immediately. Benjamin was showing too much independence. I'd never let him grow up and become a male, chauvenistic pig. Now was the time to nip such notions in the bud. If anyone could dominate him, that big, black mountain of female flesh could do the job.
"Fitting the dildo in place, I gave it one last squeeze. 'How do I use it?' I asked the black woman.
" 'Leave everything to me,' she replied, delightedly.
"Butterfly directed the scene on the bed. First, she stretched her enormous bulk over the mattress. But she remained on her back and kept her legs tightly together. Then, she held up her arms and motioned for Benjy to mount her.
" 'Help insert the dick into my slot,' she instructed me.
"When I took hold of my son's penis, I felt the pulse of lust beating wildly under the skin. There was a very great danger of a premature ejaculation. Cooperating, the boy stretched over the black, female body and humped up and down in an anxious effort to make an immediate penetration.
" 'Hold still,' I ordered sharply. But I was able to drop the sliver of hard, boy-cock into the hot, mushy cunt flesh of the black woman. The trench was so wide that Benjy's dick dropped down without touching either side despite the fact her legs were held tightly together.
" 'Can't feel nothing down there,' Benjy complained although the press of his body against all that black flesh excited him. He burrowed his face between the spheres of tit flesh.
"The magnetism of the black breasts kept Benjy properly occupied while I positioned myself behind him. Spreading his cute, little buttocks apart, I eased forward and fit the cockhead between the cheeks.
"Benjy pulled his head out of the tits, immediately. 'Oh wow,' he exclaimed. 'That feels good, momma. Are you going to ... ?'
" 'Fuck your ass,' I cut in. 'Yes, I am. And you're right son, dear. The feel of this prick up your ass is a real turner-oner.'
"Butterfly, almost unable to contain herself, cried out. 'Hurry on, hurry and fuck your son's ass. I want to feel his cock grow inside my cunt. I want to blow so big, I'll drown him in pussy juice.'
"I braced myself by taking hold of one buttock, and squeezing the smallish balls with the other hand. Then, flexing my knees, I slid forward. To my utter surprise the cockhead pressed against the anus, contracted and slid into the hole where it undoubtedly filled out again. The skin of the dildo consisted of a special sort of plastic material that could shrink or expand when required. In no time at all, I was able to shove the entire shaft up my son's ass.
"Benjy's lips pulled back and I thought he was going to scream. 'Momma ... fuck me ... Fuck my ass. Hurry. Give it to me hard. Throw me a hard fuck!'
" 'Yes sonny darling. Mommy will fuck you good. Just hold on. Hold on!' I cried out as I proceeded to pump back and forth. The buttocks flew even wider apart, and the brown hole enlarged to accept every molecule of the shaft and even part of the balls.
"And something began to happen. That fact was evident from the look on Butterfly's face. A look of ecstatic-anguish etched deep lines between her nostrils and lips.
" 'Gettin' bigger,' she moaned. 'Boy's prick is growing. Groweeeeing,' she cried as the walls of the penis expanded and made contact with the lining of her leaking cunt.
"The change in the condition of my son's body apparently stupefied him for the moment. He remained perfectly still, sensing a transformation was occurring in the tissues of his penis. But he was remaining still for too long a period.
" 'Go son,' I urged. 'Give it to Butterfly. Fuck her. You can do it now. Your prick is big enough.
Now, move boy, move.'
"Tears welled up in Benjy's eyes. 'Don't know how,' he admitted. 'Don't know how to fuck.'
"This called for emergency action. 'Relax,' I ordered. 'Mommy will help you.' And I could give him assistance in only one way. I had to fuck his anal cavity at a much faster rate. The force from my repeated thrusts knocked him forward and his cock dropped all the way into Butterfly's groin groove. Her elephantine legs kicked upward to let him get all the way in.
" 'Yeah,' she growled. 'Right on. Now, put it all together boy, and throw Butterfly the fuck she needs.'
"Benjamin quickly caught on to what was expected of him. With only a minimum amount of assistance, his ass began to swing back and forth in a fucking rhythm that would have done justice to a Casanova. Our timing improved. As Benjy thrust forward, I, too, heaved my dildo deeper into his asshole. And as he arched backward, I also raised up. Repeating these movements, we established a rapport, a communication that exists between few mothers and sons. Sonny was accepting my dominance as a woman. He was also accepting certain but important directions given him by black Butterfly.
"The black woman's lips looked swollen.
'Somethin' is gonna happen,' she managed to declare as she felt the once tiny cock grow longer, stronger, bolder. 'Somethin' big is gonna happen!'
"Something big did happen!
" 'Coming apart,' Benjy cried out in consternation. The puny orgasms caused by hand action couldn't remotely compare with the lustful storm created by my fucking and Butterfly's cunt.
"Butterfly's face became all eyes and gums as her head twisted backward. 'Kids spittin' inside my puss. Hot. Boy cream is so fucking hot.' And all the while she was mouthing her reactions, the woman ground her hips and thrust them back and forth as she, too, emitted the juices of love.
"I had been teetering on the brink of an orgasm for quite some time and when I realized that both Benjy and Butterfly had climaxed, I had to literally take things into my own hands. To speed up the process of my own ejaculations, I immediately seized my clitoris and thumped it back and forth as I continued screwing my son's asshole. That did it. The remotest corners of my pussy began to growl out oily secretions that had been created by my own son.
"After the blow-offs, my son collapsed between Butterfly and myself. Sandwiched between two naked women, he acknowledged their dominancy.
" Tou guys know how to fuck so good,' he murmured. Til always do whatever you say momma,' he assured me. 'Women have gotta to do their own thing just the same as men.I
"Now assured that my son would do my bidding in all matters, I let him move into my bedroom. My own son is the best fucker I've ever had and he's getting better all the time ..."
CONCLUSIONS TO CASE HISTORY THREE
Seduced by her own father at an early age, Case Subject Winifred K. discovered two important facts about her sexual nature. One, she was highly sexed. Most important, she preferred to play the dominant role resenting the traditional attitude of male superiority. Marrying a docile, mild-mannered man, their relationship lasted for over thirteen years. But towards the end of their marriage, Winifred K.'s husband rebelled at what he considered his henpecked lot in life. Encouraged to exert himself by his own mother, the man left home and the case subject divorced him.
Alone with a young son, Benjamin, the woman floundered about trying to establish meaningful relationships with groups or individuals. The Woman's Freedom Group appealed to her and vocalized her own feelings about the traditional relationship between the sexes. Each woman had to do her own thing to develop maturely as a woman and human being. And doing her own thing included her own sexual activities. And with a twelve-year-old son to raise, she felt it her duty to teach him how to properly respect and accept women. As far as sex was concerned, Winifred K. felt the female should be the aggressor if her nature so dictated. When the boy reached puberty, she felt that only she could properly instruct him in his rightful role as submissive lover.
Since the case subject first experienced incestuous conduct as a young girl when she discovered her own aggressive nature, the pattern of her thinking and behavior was too firmly set at middle age to change. Firmly convinced that all males with superior attitudes were chauvinistic pigs, she was fiercely determined to prevent her son from joining their ranks.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
Case Subject: Harriet R. Sex: Female Age: 28
Marital Status: Married Occupation: Housewife and Novelist Sexual History: Has sexual relations with schoolboys scarcely in their teens. Seduced her own thirteen-year-old son with the help of her husband. Claims she is merely researching for the best-selling novels she writes. Her actions and attitudes suggest more deep-rooted motivations.
INTERVIEW ONE
Until the age of 27, Case Subject Harriet R. lived in a typical American small town with her husband and son. Her husband owned a small business and their lives followed a placid, routine, often boring pattern. All that changed when Harriet R. wrote a first novel which became a best seller. Set in a small town, the novel was filled with episodes of pedophilia and incest which she claimed secretly took place in her town. Although fictionalized, the novel came about after her discoveries and research.
ANALYST: Do you prefer sexual relations with young boys rather than with your own husband? H: No.
A: But you admit seducing young, school boys. H: Of course. Not because I go for young cock but because I have to do research. It's just business.
A: And your husband approves? H: Very much. My books sell millions of copies and have given us financial security. Of course, he approves. He's a businessman.
A: Why did you seduce your own son? H: Same reason. Research. A: No other reason? H: None.
A. When did you first have sexual relationships? At what age?
H: I really can't remember. Probably when I was in high school. No, I really don't know for sure.
A: When you were a small girl? H: No! Of course not.
A: Does any one special boy or man stand out in your memory?
H: Not really. At least, I can't think of any special person.
At this point, it was necessary to place the subject in a deep, hypnotic trance. Her inability or unwillingness to remember certain episodes from her youth suggested a mental block usually associated with feelings of guilt. After she was sufficiently relaxed, the questioning resumed.
ANALYST: When I count to three, you will be at the age when you first had sexual relations. Can you hear me? H: Yes.
A: One ... Two ... Three. How old are you?
H: Ten years old. A: Are you with a man? H: Yes. A: Who is he? H: Grandfather. A: What are you doing?
HARRIET: "Gramps and I are sitting in his book-lined study. He's a retired schoolteacher who was forced into retirement by rumors he was having sexual affairs with some of his young, girl students. This, I found out later on but at that time, gramps was a very bitter man and he tried to fill me with the bitterness he so deeply felt. As the evening wore on, gramps imbibed too freely from a bottle of liquor, and he started to talk, obliquely of course, about the many rumors circulating about him. In his whiskey-bleary eyes, I suppose I looked like a grown-up person to him. At least, he addressed me as though I was a mature lady and understood completely. At age ten, I had reached puberty prematurely and understood a little about sex. I had started to experiment with my own body. But, of course, I was really ignorant about the real thing.
"Finally, gramps became so drunk he yelled, 'It wasn't my fault. I never fucked those girls willingly. They seduced me. They're the ones to blame but no one will believe me. They call me a dirty, old man. Well, the truth of the matter is that school of mine was filled with dirty, young girls.'
"Despite my young age and immaturity, I sensed gramps was going to make a terrible revelation and I didn't want to hear. 'You don't have to apologize to me, gramps. Please, don't say anything about it.'
"He kept shaking his head. 'Got to,' he said, 'or I'll go crazy. Got to tell someone about what happened. Someone who will believe me.' He looked straight at me with his very, ancient face. "You'll believe me, darling. I'll tell you what happened.'
"I wanted to jump up and run out of the room. But something held me frozen to the spot. I just sat and stared back at the broken, old man. I felt so terribly sorry for him. Finally, I relented.
" Tell me what happened gramps. Why did they make you retire?' I asked. I wondered vaguely if it had anything to do with that thing they called fucking. I had heard that expression a couple of times when I secretly watched pop get on top of mom without any clothes on.
"Gramps stroked his little, white goatee beard, and his watery, blue eyes didn't seem to be able to focus on one spot for very long. This girl in my class,' he remembered. 'Had hot pants. Followed me into the men's John after hours. Didn't think anybody was in the building. Had my dick out and was taking a much needed leak. Everything was so harmless. Then, I happened to look around and there was this little, brat of a girl Susan. Her eyes were large as twin moons. They were looking straight at my cock.
"Naturally, my body reacted,' Gramps added, ruefully. 'Hell, I may be sixty years old but I'm perfectly normal and healthy. 'My body reacted. Had no control over it at all.'
" 'How did it react, gramps?' I asked, puzzled.
"He just smiled, sadly and shook his head. 'You wouldn't understand, dear. Got a hard on. But you certainly don't understand.'
" 'No,' I agreed. 'I don't. Can't you show me, gramps. Just to educate me.'
"Gramps thought it over a few seconds. 'Yeah, I guess it won't do any harm. Time you knew. After all, I'm your own grandfather.' And making that decision, he unbuckled and lowered his baggy trousers. Then, he fished into the fly of his shorts and took out a pathetically wrinkled male penis. Since it was the first time I'd ever seen one close up, I naturally goggled. The interested way I kept staring at gramp's dick appeared to affect him in a certain way. Then, he made another decision. He tugged down his shorts to reveal long, scraggly tufts of pubic hair around his genitals. There two, large balls of skin hanging down from the root of the dick.
"Gramps explained. 'This is what a man uses to pee through. And that's what that awful kid Susan was so anxious to get a close look at. The fact that I was old enough to be her grandfather didn't seem to phase her. She wanted to look at a male penis.'
" 'Looks pretty,' I was obliged to say. 'But it's soft. It isn't hard at all. What do you mean by the expression getting a hard on?'
"Gramps sighed. When I was younger, it would just naturally stand up when a female looked at it. Now that I'm old it takes a while longer.' He hesitated, and then said, 'If you touched it, the skin would harden right off.'
"'May I touch it?' I asked and for some strange reason, the basement of my virginal cunt started to twitch, uncontrollably.
"Gramps shrugged. 'Guess it won't do no harm. Besides, it's time you saw a real, live stiffer. Don't want you to grow up ignorant about the male body.'
"Excitedly, I leaped up from my chair and ran over to where gramps was sitting. The precise moment I grabbed hold of the wormlike piece of meat, the dinky started to stretch out as though it was a telescope. The sides and top began to grow hard, and to my amazement, the skin began to glow pink and then red. The bulblike cockhead turned almost crimson. The skin was stretched so smooth it glistened and looked as though it might crack.
" 'Looks like a great, big raspberry sucker,' I blurted out. 'Bet it tastes good!'
"For a moment, gramps didn't reply. The way the muscles of his face were working it was clear he was undergoing some sort of gigantic mental crisis. Finally, he said in an under-breath so low I could barely make out the words, 'I've been told it does taste real good, darling. It ... won't do any harm if you take a taste. Don't want you to be dumb about a man's body. Time you knew about such things.'
" 'Oh thank you, gramps,' I exclaimed, happily. 'But what do I do? How do I suck your cock?'
"Gramps parchment, old face turned almost as red as his prick. 'If you kneel down between your grandpa's legs, you'll be able to suck it in your mouth real easy. Just take a taste and tell your old gramps how you like it.'
" 'Goody, goody,' I shouted. 'It looks so tasty. Bet daddy gives his thing to mom for a great, big suck.'
"Gramps slid down in the chair in order for my mouth to better reach his pole that was now a blazing red. He appeared to be in pain the way he closed his eyes and grimaced. 'Hurry,' he pleaded, now. 'Hurry and suck my cock.'
"Kneeling between his legs, I took the shaft between my hands and stared at it for the longest time. It looked so yummy, and very desirable orally. One, large, colorless drop of water popped out of the distended eye atop the head. The skin at the top of the shaft and just beneath the head continued to throb like an open heart.
" 'Quickly,' gramps was begging now. 'Please suck it in your mouth. Bite down on it. Suck my prick. It's all yours, darling. And use your tongue ... please, tongue it over good.'
"All of his words tumbled out of his mouth with machinegun rapidity. Sensing his urgency, I no longer hesitated. I opened my mouth as wide as possible, held it over the cockhead and then dropped it down. For a moment, I stiffened. The sharp, bitter taste of prickmeat permeated the tissues of my tongue. But instead of feeling revulsed, I sucked harder, using my teeth, tongue and lips. Yes, my lips! Every now and then, I'd pull my mouth off the now drenched and shining skin to plant a noisy, loving, smacking kiss over the reddest spot I could find.
Gramps squeezed his eyeballs tight.
" 'You suck cock so beautifully,' he said in a voice that was trembling so badly I could hardly understand. 'Talent. You've got talent for cocksucking. Keep on, precious cunt meat, keep on eating your grandfather's prick.'
"This reference to my natural talent as a cocksucker, and the erotic words were sparks that ignited the volatile gases of lust that were raging within me. I bit down hard.
"Gramps winced. 'Hurts,' he whined. 'Hurts when you sink your teeth into my cockmeat. But oh, that hurt feels so terribly good, too. Bite me again darling pussy precious. Bite grampa's cock again. But easy. Easy does it.'
"And while I was busily engaged in the most exciting and wonderful task of my life, gramps took hold of my tiny hands and dropped them over his bobbing nuts. The skin of the scrotum felt so soft, and inside I felt the two almond shaped nuts floating wildly about.
"With his eyes still glued shut, gramps kept mumbling, 'Something's happening inside me. Can feel it. Want to blow out. Gonna blow out. Oh yes, it's on the way, on the way.'
"Instinct told me to pull my mouth off grampa's prick and quickly. I knew a man pissed through the head of the dick, and in vague way had a notion that some sort of sex serum hurtled out the end during intercourse. An older girl friend had told me the goo juice from a man's pecker was meant especially for the female cunt. My mouth was definitely not a cunt and I was about to pull off when I felt grandpa seize me roughly by the head.
" 'No, no,' he almost snarled. 'Keep on eating. Want you to take my load. Swallow every drop.'
"My round eyes looked terrified. I tried to disgorge the fuck flesh from my mouth but grandpa was much stronger. I couldn't move. My mouth was still draped over the meat that was pulsating wildly over my tongue. And this sex skin grew poker-red hot as the fuck fluids surged in a torrent towards the exit.
"Grandpa's voice whip lashed all over the room. 'Suck the head. SUCK THE COCKHEAD.'
"Swept up in the contagion of lust, I sucked. I sucked with all my might and almost pulled the entire shaft out by the roots. Then, it happened!
"Grandpa's head swirled around as though the neck was broken. His eyes flew open although they stared fixedly up at the ceiling. Tobacco-stained saliva drooled from the corner of his lips. And his thickened tongue kept bobbing back and forth and I was afraid he was going to choke to death.
"But there wasn't time, under the violent circumstances to be concerned about grandpa. With an erupting cock in my mouth I had worries enough of my own. I struggled to snap my face back and away from the spurting sex stick. But grandpa still insisted I accept the load in my mouth. Under the pressure from his hand atop my head, I had no alternative.
"Cream rocketed against the roof of my mouth, and down my gullet. The gism was scalding hot, salty and with a distinctive taste that I couldn't identify. There was simply no comparing the taste of fresh semen with any other taste. But the stuff didn't upset my stomach as it poured down my throat. And as wave after wave of the gobby goo kept cannonading into my mouth, I not only grew to love the taste but to crave for more.
"But there wasn't any more. Ninety percent of the discharge ejaculated during the initial climax. After that, the remainder of the stream propelled its way out. Then, the meat in my mouth weakened, grew slack and began to shrivel. I continued to suck furiously, pulling on the dying snake with my lips, silently pleading for more life giving serum.
"Gramps looked down at me with adoration written all over his face that had just a touch of pain etched between his nostrils and lips. 'That's all there is, baby,' he said softly. 'Don't suck me any more,' he pleaded. 'The cock is so sensitive now. So awfully sensitive after the explosion. I'm an old man. Can't take too much ...'
"But I wasn't listening. There was a possibility of drawing out another few drops of that exotic-tasting fluid. My lips, jaws and throat worked in unison as I sucked furiously on the head of the softened dick. The whitest, richest looking cream remained spattered all over my face and even in my hair. And as I remained down over grandpa's sex organ, the door of his study was flung open.
"I whirled my cream-spattered face around. My mom and pop were standing in the doorway with the most terrible expression on their faces. Grandpa tried to button up but it was too late. The act of cock suckery was all too painfully obvious to my parents.
"They dragged me screaming from the room and never let me see grandpa again. Soon after, the old man died and in a way I felt guilty. My mother kept telling me I was a naughty and wicked girl. And while I believed her and associated feelings of shame to the act of sucking a cock, I also related feelings of joy and fulfillment to the same act..."
INTERVIEW TWO
During the second interview with the case subject, the use of hypnosis wasn't necessary. Harriet R. spoke quite candidly and freely about her life as a housewife in a small community. Convinced that her town was a real life Peyton Place, she decided to write a novel about the place. The characters in her book were base on people she daily associated with in the town.
ANALYST: In your novel you described several incestuous affairs that took place in your town.
Were the affairs based on fact?
H: Oh yes. Definitely. I took notes for several years before I started to write my book.
A: Notes? From personal observations?
H: Well, of course I didn't actually see any acts of incest myself. But I got my information from very good authorities.
A: Gossip?
H: Hell no! From the horse's mouth so to speak. From one of the partners in the act. A: I don't understand.
H: There were several women in my town who were screwing their young sons. The boys told me all about it.
A: After you seduced them? H: Yes. I had to get the details. A: And after listening to the details of their incestuous conduct, did you get the idea of having sexual relations with your own son? H: Yes. As an author I had to experience personally the physical and emotional reactions during such play.
A: Did your husband approve? H: Absolutely. In fact, he helped. A: Please explain.
HARRIET: "First of all, I had to satisfy my curiosity about one definite case. Emily was the town's social leader, the richest woman in the place, and the widow of the man who owned much of the land. Although she was in her fifties, she had a thirteen-year-old son, and I suspected for quite some time that she was fucking him. The boy Jerold was a sickly looking kid and the woman would never let him out of her sight. She even had private tutors for him which kept him out of the public school. Call it intuition but I strongly believed she was sleeping with the kid and either fucking or blowing him. If such a relationship existed, it would make a terrific scene in my book. I simply had to learn the facts.
"My break came when Emily advertised for a housekeeper. This would give me the opportunity of getting into the house, and catching them if possible. And at that time, I could use the extra money. My husband Tom was having financial problems with his small business. My luck held out after Emily hired me, and I arranged to live on her estate for several days each week. When a violent winter storm prevented Emily from returning home after visiting friends in a nearby town, I found myself alone with Jerold for the first time.
"After Jerold went to bed, I entered his room to bid him good-night. The sickly, pale-faced boy was clearly lonely for his mother and was happy that I had shown enough interest in him to visit him before he went to sleep. There were a million questions I wanted to ask him about his relationship with Emily but I had to appear calm and indifferent.
" 'Miss your mother?' I asked as I sat alongside of him on the side of the bed.
" 'Terribly,' he admitted. 'It's lonely without mummy.'
"I leaned closer to him. 'Does she tuck you in every night?'
"The boy nodded. 'Oh yes. Mummy tucks me in and gives me a great big kiss and hug.'
"Quickly, I clasped my hand over my bosom to try to calm my wildly beating heart. Still smiling innocently, I asked in the most matter-of-fact tone of voice, 'Is that all she does?'
" 'Oh no,' he piped up in his boyish innocence. 'Mommy fuckles me.'
" 'Fucks you,' I corrected. 'Your mother fucks you.'
"Jerold giggled. 'That's a funny word. When I say the word, it always comes out fuckle.'
"Leaning forward again, I casually placed one palm over his crotch. The little tyke was wearing pajamas but I still could feel the tiny thread of cock flesh underneath. A nerve snapped in my hand as I felt the stiffness. The kid had a hard on! That was proof of his incestuous conduct as far as I was concerned. He erected instinctively in the presence of an older woman.
"My fingers tapped the tip of his cock. 'Does mommy touch you here?'
"Jerold nodded. 'After my pee-thing sticks up, mommy bends over me and sticks it in her mouth. She just loves to suck on my pee-pecker. And she's teaching me how to suck on her pee-hole, too.'
"My voice shook. 'You . . . place your mouth over your mother's ..." I simply couldn't say the word in front of the boy. But he had no compunction at all about mouthing aloud the vernacular for the female genital.
" 'Pussy,' he said. 'Yes, I place my mouth over mommy's furry pussy. Sometimes, I don't suck just right to please her, and mommy has to scold me for being a naughty boy.'
"The room felt suddenly close. There was a possibility I'd blow my cunt without even touching it. Why did the thought of incest excite me so much? Nonchalantly I opened my bathrobe. 'Warm in here,' I said exposing both tits.
"Jerold stared openly at my breasts. The cream-colored tit flesh was tipped with a couple of nipples that resembled rose buds. I felt his eyes bore into the skin and could almost sense his lips pulling on the nipples. The tip of my clitoris uncoiled and made contact with the fabric of my robe. I itched to grab hold of my cunt and bang away.
"Finally, the boy said, 'Your titties look different than the one mommy's got.'
"Slowly, I reached over and took hold of one of his hands. Then, I held it over my right breast. 'Feel good, darling?' I asked.
" 'Uh huh,' he nodded. 'Mommy lets me suck on her tits. Just before I go down on her, she always lets me suck tit. She says it gives me practice for sucking on her hairy cunny.'
"Sliding one arm under his head, I crooked it and forced his face against my tit. 'Suck,' I breathed, urgently. 'Pretend I'm your mommy.
Do everything to me you'd to her.'
"He looked back at me, incredulously. 'You mean you'll let me lick-fuckle your cunny hole, too?'
" 'Yes,' I replied, promptly and my voice sounded harsh and strangled. 'Of course. I'd love to get a lick-fuck from your tongue.'
"Without uttering another word, the sexual precocious youngster, reached up, grabbed a tit and flung the nipple into his mouth. His thick lips clamped down hard over the flesh and then pulled and stretched the skin. For a moment I thought I'd scream and warn him not to pull so roughly. But the pain quickly blended into a feeling of bliss. Saliva leaked past his lips and warmed the skin of my breast.
"As Jerold ate my tit, I unbuttoned my robe and let it slip aside. When the boy opened his eyes, my naked body was completely exposed. Pulling his face back from my breast, he turned his full attention to the vast expanse of naked skin and hair that swam before his eyes.
"When I could no longer stand the suspense, I asked in a whisper. 'Do I look like your mommy without any clothes on?'
"Jerold nodded. 'The same only different,' he replied cryptically. 'You both got titties but they're shaped differently. And your nipples have a different taste.' He hesitated a moment as his eyes swept over the rest of my body. 'You don't have as much fat over your belly as mommy and the hairs around your cunny aren't gray.' Circling a finger, he instructed, 'Turn around so I can look at your can-can.'
"Standing up, I turned around as instructed and bent over. Purposely, I spread both cheeks apart to get a comment. The more he compared my body with that of his mother, the better idea I got about the incestuous activities they indulged in when alone. Was she instructing him in the art of anal love?
"The answer was definitely in the affirmative. 'Your can-can isn't as big as mommy's end but the skin is firmer.' And sniffing audibly, he added, 'And it smells better.' Before entering the room, I had perfumed myself which gave my shit hole a rather special odor which was not at all disagreeable.
"When I turned around again, the boy was licking his lips. He looked so eager. 'Want me to lick-fuckle your cunny?' he asked with an innocence I found exciting.
"I hesitated. I wanted more details about this act when performed with his mother. 'Is that what you do to your mommy?' I asked. 'Lick-fuckle her cunny?"
"Nodding, he reached up and pulled me closer to him. Then, he stuck his face between my long, shapely legs that I spread apart in an inverted V-shaped pattern. The bones of my legs felt as though they were melting and I almost staggered backward. I clutched his head for support which forced his face flush against the slowly leaking cunt slit.
"Looking up at me with his wide eyes, he said, 'Get set. Going to tongue now.' And without any guidance on my part, the darling boy forcefully rammed his stiffened tongue between the hair-shrouded and thick-lipped channel of cunt. My entire body stiffened, too.
" 'Ohmeohmy,' my wavering voice thinned into a soprano. 'Geegolly,' I babbled on incoherently. 'You're all tongue, boy. All tongue!' Slowly in a lascivious and wanton manner I began to roll my hips and bang them back and forth. Now, I fully understood the incestuous expression. Jerold was literally lick-fucking my cunt with his anteater-like tongue.
"But after a few jabs of the tongue, I realized I needed something more from his tongue. His education was still not complete when it came to the total service of the female organ with a tongue-tool. Reaching down, I flicked out my full erected clitoris and popped the button into his mouth.
"The sensation of hot, liquid mouth flowed swiftly throughout my entire body. My arms flapped crazily through the air as though I was a wounded bird. The weirdest cries flushed out of my mouth and the pimpled skin over my body kept trembling violently as though it was blazing hot one moment and freezing cold the next.
"Liquid splashed out over Jerold's glistening face as he ate hungrily from the well of my cunt. Several times, his ever moving lips and tongue brought me to the precipice of an orgasm but I didn't quite go over. But I knew it was only a matter of time. The end was near. And when finally, the inferno of flaming liquid hurled itself through the crack of my cunt, my mind spun crazily around, the floor seemed to move, the walls and ceiling dipped towards me. Or so it seemed.
"When finally, I fell back I had all the facts I needed to write a scene for my novel. Incest was taking place in this little, holier-than-though-art kind of town in which I lived. When I left Jerold's bedroom I felt I had the makings of a best seller. But when I sat down and tried to paint the episode on paper, words somehow failed me. I had to extend my research ..."
ANALYST: By that, you meant you had to have direct, sexual contact with your own son. H: Yes. The incident with Jerold gave me a clue to what I might expect. But I needed to become more personally involved. A: With your son. H: Yes.
A: After you made your decision to perform an act of incest, did you inform your husband? H: Of course! We don't have secrets between us. A: And he agreed?
H: After my husband Eddy thought it over, he definitely agreed. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more enthusiastic he grew. A: Why?
H: For some time the poor guy has been having business problems. And our sex life suffered. After all, a middle-aged man can't get it up with a lot of worries on his mind. A: The thought of incest between you and your son excited him?
H: Very much. In fact, he insisted on watching. And if he boned up, I wanted him to jack off and get some relief. The poor fellow didn't have a climax for months.
A: What about your son? Did he agree? H: I decided to seduce him as gently as possible. At thirteen, Roger isn't as mature as other kids that age. I was positive he was still a virgin. But that suited my purposes. One of the characters in my book was a thirteen-year-old, virgin boy fucked by his own mother. A: What did happen between you and your son?
HARRIET: "The chance came up, unexpectedly, and made my task considerably easier. The kid was having trouble in his biology class. Couldn't remember the different parts of the human body.
"Roger complained, 'Those drawings of the male and female anatomy are awful. I just can't figure them out. Of course, the male drawing doesn't give me any trouble. But gosh, mom, I've never seen a female undraped before. I just can't remember.'
"We were in the boy's bedroom where he does his studying. 'Mother doesn't want you to get poor grades,' I said. 'Would you let me show you my body. Then, you can compare the different parts to the drawing you received at school.'
"Roger shrugged. 'If you want to.' He didn't sound enthusiastic at all.
"Was the boy turning out queer? The goal of my task became twofold. I'd not only research the actual act of incest between a mother and son, I'd also determine whether Roger was developing on the fruity side.
"Purposely, I left the bedroom door ajar for my husband Eddy to peek in when the time was appropriate. And since Roger was in his bathrobe, I didn't anticipate much trouble undraping him if I got the opportunity. First, I unbuttoned my blouse. My tits are full and shapely and stretched my bras to capacity. To his credit, he did look up at my breasts.
" 'Better take off your bras,' he said studiously as he scanned the drawing and made a mental comparison with my own boobs.
" 'Of course, darling,' I replied, quickly. Then, turning around, I said, Tou unhook me sweety. Mom can't reach that far in back of her.'
"Roger reached up and I tried to determine whether or not his finger were trembling with anticipation. I couldn't help remembering how excited Jerold grew when he caught sight of my exposed nipples. To my utter disappointment, Roger's fingers were quite calm and steady. The thought of having a sexual relationship with me hadn't crossed his mind. Was he queer? I asked myself, furiously.
"At least, he didn't have much trouble in un-snapping the hooks of my bras. The garment fell apart and I let it drop to the floor. Turning around, I pretended to look timid and ill-at-ease as my son looked at my exposed boobies for the first time.
"Holding up a drawing, he scrutinized my body. 'Don't look the same at all. I mean your nipples stick straight out and are circled by a bunch of red buds.' Peering closer, he added, 'And the flesh looks kind of juicy.' Moisture was leaking through the pores of the nipple flesh, and they started to tingle, cry out in their own way for a hot, male mouth.
"I ventured, "Would it help if you sucked one in your mouth for just a second. I mean it would give you the feel of the real thing. Then, you'll never forget that part of the female anatomy.'
"Again, he shrugged, indifferently. 'Okay. Just stick one in my mouth for just a second.'
"Bending over, I held the breast and shoved the end into my son's mouth.
" 'Hmmnnn,' he nodded with a foolish smile. 'Does taste good,' he admitted after spitting it out. And returning to his drawing, he said, 'Let's get on with it.'
"As I tugged down my slacks, I was still asking myself the question about his manhood. It would break me up to discover Roger was a homo. After I stepped out of the slacks, I quickly rolled down my shorts, and stood naked before him. This was the ultimate test. If he still displayed indifference, I'd call in a head shrinker.
"But he was showing some signs of normal life. 'All that hair,' he kept muttering as his eyes remained glued to the swirl of pubic hair that stretched long, beckoning strands of hair from the base of my twat to the area of the navel. I had always been well-endowed with this sort of hair, and naturally the drawing in his anatomy book showed only a few straggly clusters around the cunt.
" 'The drawing's all wrong,' Roger exclaimed. 'The hair around your ...' and he stopped. He didn't even know the term for the female genital.
" 'Cunt,' I supplied the word. 'This is my cunt,' and he reached down and rubbed the surface of the vulva with the palm of my hand. Sparks literally flew up from the swelling lips. My cockhead pressed hungrily upward. I wanted to get fucked by my son!
"Roger squinted at the crack that was faintly discernible under the hairy growth. 'Is that where the female pees?' he asked.
"My hands remained lovingly over my box. Pointing to the lips and stretching them apart, I informed him, 'There are several holes hidden between the fold of my cuntal lips. Through one hole, your mom leaks out piss.' Then, I waggled my finger slightly inside the vaginal entrance. 'And this is where your mom fucks. Fucks,' I added for emphasis.
"Roger looked shocked. 'F ... fucks?' he echoed, surprised. 'What does that mean? I've heard bad boys shout that word. But what does it mean?'
"I couldn't help myself. 'Mom will show you exactly what it means,' I informed him.
Queer or not, he was going to get fucked by his mother.
"Throwing open the robe of my son, I grabbed hold of his penis. My determination to screw him was thwarted by one very obvious fact. The kid's cock was soft. Certainly he should have erected by now. A normal simply couldn't look at a naked, female body and not bone up, instantly.
"Unable to conceal my disappointment, I cursed, 'Dammit son, why haven't you got a hard on? Doesn't my nude body appeal to you?'
"Roger blinked. 'You mean it has to get stiff before you can fuck me?'
" 'Yes,' I said through clenched teeth. 'This cock of yours,' and I seized the meat to emphasize my statement, 'has got to get stiff before I can get it into my cunt. Now, dammit to hell, why isn't it hard? At your age, it ought to be standing straight up in the air.'
"The boy suppressed a snob. 'But mom,' he explained. 'I only get hard like that after I sniff at your ass.'
"Open-mouthed, I looked down at the boy. Was he serious? He had never smelled my ass. 'I don't understand,' I gasped. 'You've never got that close to my ass.'
"Roger quickly explained. 'After you get out of the can I run in real quick and sniff around the toilet bowl. I get stiff right away. Then, I stroke the rod with my hand until I piss milk out End.'
"Stunned for a moment, I almost bawled when I recovered from my complete surprise. The boy was normal. And he was incest-inclined. He wanted to fuck me. 'Darling,' I assured him, 'if it turns you on to smell mom's ass, you just help yourself and sniff to your little heart's content.'
"And I turned around immediately, and shoved both cheeks of my ass into Roger's uplifted face. The twin globes of ass flesh parted and Roger's face squeezed between them. I heard him murmuring something that sounded like, 'Yummy.' In fact, I'm sure he was ecstatic since his tongue darted out and he proceeded to eat mother's ass. I almost blew my cunt right there and then. But forcing my vaginal muscles to contract, I prevented a premature ejaculation of the cuntal fluids.
"Peeking over my shoulder, I realized that my son had stiffened up, immediately. The boy was naturally inclined towards anal love which might present a problem as he grew older. Not all women were turned on in that particular part of their anatomy. Happily, I was almost as sensitive in that spot as I was in my front end.
"Reacting to the beaming smile on my face, Roger smiled back. 'Are you going to fuck me now, mom?' he asked.
" 'Yes, darling,' I assured him. 'Your mother is very definitely going to fuck you now.' And without wasting further time, I straddled his lap and let his tiny penis disappear from view. Even the balls were sucked up into the pussy. Naturally, his penis was too tiny to create friction with the walls of my vagina. And fucking presented a problem since it would be difficult to rub the shaft against the sensitive membranes of the cunt.
"Fortunately, Eddy, my husband, came to the rescue. The sight of my naked body straddling Roger's erected cock had boned him up. Now, he stood behind me, and slid the tool between the ample cheeks of my ass.
"He grunted, 'You fuck Roger. I'll throw it up your ass. That way, we'll all have a blow.'
" 'Right on,' I sang out, happily. This would do the trick, and of that I felt certain. My husband's pumping up my asshole made me wobble, and that motion enabled my son's prick to strike the moving walls of the vagina. Contact was made, and after a while, enough friction was created to cause a three-way blowoff. My knees almost buckled as the peter pellets smashed up my rectum.
"Roger threw both arms straight up into the air as he climaxed. But my more powerfully induced unguent streamed out and drenched his lower abdomen.
"Delighted with the results, my husband, son and myself experimented over and over again with various positions of incest that the critics found so realistic in my best-selling novel of incest in a small town."
CONCLUSIONS TO CASE HISTORY FOUR
Seduced by her own grandfather when she was a pre-teen school child, Case Subject Harriet R. associated ambivalent feelings of great joy and shame to the incestuous act. Submerging the incident in her subconscious, she tried to forget all memories of incest with an elderly man. But a certain need for incest with a close member of her family persisted. As a mature woman, she was convinced the small town in which she lived was filled with all sorts of people guilty of incest. The subject continued to fascinate her.
The decision to write a novel that included scenes of incestuous conduct gave her the opportunity to openly investigate the possibility of incest in her town. After seducing one young boy, she realized her premonitions about the people in the town were correct. Under the pretext of additional research for her book, Harriet R. then had direct sexual relations with her own son.
The case subject's true motive for incestuous conduct was feelings of guilt. Still blaming herself for the disgrace and ultimate death of her grandfather, Harriet R. sought, through incest, to absolve herself of these guilt feelings. By voluntarily performing an act of incest, she tried to convince herself that her grandfather was a normal man and not guilty of committing an immoral act.
GENERAL CONCLUSIONS
Despite restrictive laws and social stigma, the act of turning to close family members for sexual release is still practiced by many people. The motivations for incest are unique with the times. Campus unrest and Woman's Lib, several factors examined in Incest Today, are especially prevalent during the 1970s. And in no other period in American history have black people been given similar opportunities to rise in white society. The pressures are great. And as we noted in one case history, a breakdown occurred with a subsequent need for incest.
Each generation finds its own reasons for performing the act of incest. Incest Today covered several of the more compelling reasons which reflect the changing social nature of this decade.
