"Angie has always been an ingenious child and, before I could fully realize what she was intending to do, she had reached fully inside my shorts and began caressing my balls and even moving as far back as the crack of my ass. Instead of forcing her to return to my burning cock, I took over and inched toward the edge of the chair so that every part of me could feel her deliciously groping fingers.
"Slowly I managed to raise myself off the chair, still clumsily maintaining my fingerhold in her precious cunny, and tug at my trousers. Soon they were down, but just to my knees.
"Angie's eyes were open wide and I could see that she was fascinated as well as excitingly interested in my dolly and the rest of it. She mumbled something about my being 'ohhhhh, soo hairy!' but she never stopped her exploration routine.
"I was getting a bit nervous at this point. My cock sorely needed a strong, expert jacking-off -a treatment which, I found, I handled very nicely myself or with the generous help of a girl I'd been dating and Angie was just too young and unskilled to really know what was going on.
"Her delicate fingertips lightly explored the hairy mattress covering my legs and sticking out from under my shirt. She seemed fascinated by it, fascinated by me, and not frightened in the least....
"She squeezed my balls together in the plam of her hand and massaged gently over them. 'Well,' she continued in her very secret kind of voice, 'I've played house like this with some of the boys in school.' Then she paused, waiting for me to flinch or show some other sign of disapproval, I guess.
"I said nothing, although her revelation was guiding my till then restrained fingers into a rapid kind of whirlpool-they pressed more firmly on her clit, occasionally allowing another finger to squirm in and caress around the bare pubic mound.
"My voice was quavering as I spoke. 'What do you do with your boyfriends, Angie?' I asked, wanting and needing desperately to see her totally naked with me, in a more comfortable and conducive position.
" 'All sorts of things, Uncle Lee,' she tittered. 'When we play house, we experiment-you know, like doctors and nurses experiment. We touch each other all over and see what really feels good.' She squirmed in my lap, then started poking at my shirt, saying, 'And besides, when we play house, we take all our clothes off!'
"Those words, that devilish look on her sweet face!
" 'Do you want us to take our clothes all off?' she asked.
"I licked nervously at my mouth, worrying about the time-there was no clock that I could see in the den-about being caught. Finally, after what seemed to me a lengthy and uncomfortable silence, I answered, hoarsely croaking, 'Yesss, Angie, let's do that.'
"She jumped up and off my lap suddenly, unzipped her jumpsuit dress, and slipped out of it and her panties, leaving only her stockings and shoes on. Then she came over and helped me remove my trousers, already partly off, and my shirt, then my shorts, until I too had only my shoes and stockings on.
"Angie started playfully tickling me and we rolled, merrily, deliriously happy like two animal cubs, rolling onto the cushy softness of the studio couch. She pounded on me, innocently straddling my hips, with my excited cock pointing right up her virginal cunny.
"Slowly she lowered herself down on my pole until the head was pressed right against the tiny opening. She held it at the base and gently caressed herself with the head, laughing and giggling in her sweet, young, and blissful innocence.
" "This is one of the experiments we do,' she said, laughing, |just like this. Ooohh, it always feels so nice, like a big feather tickling me right there.' Her twinkling blue eyes danced as they finally focused on my painfully contorted face. 'All the boys like this. Do you, Uncle Lee, huh, do you?' she continued....
"Angie began slowly to masturbate herself, the knuckles and lengths of her small fingers occasionally brushing against my burning, rock-hard shaft and setting off additional dynamite charges which exploded in my head and all around my trembling body.
"Her movements fascinated me and my eyes glued themselves to the up-down and circular motion which had started slowly but soon became blurred in its speed and intensity.
"Soon she was rocking herself over my cock, churning her tiny ten-year-old body in her innocent ecstasy, and then it came-at first a tiny trickle of glistening gold, warmly splattering then gushing fully and soaking my cock and crotch as well as the insides of my thighs.
"Absent-mindedly, I think, her body crashed down but just enough to allow the head of my cock entry into her as yet virginal temple. Her sweet cunny was wet and wildly warm and I so much wanted to thrust up and ram myself all the way inside her sweet and tender young pussy.
"Her eyes snapped open wide when she felt the stiffness inside her. It wasn't fear I saw there; it was a new feeling, I noted quickly. She seemed to like it!...
"I was frightened, and very carefully began to discuss another thing she'd like just as much but which wouldn't be quite so dangerous. 'Uh, Angie,' I panted, Why don't you come and lay over here by your uncle's side like a nice girl, uh, and I'll ... I'll show you something that feels nice like that-just as good-and I promise it'll never, never hurt you!'
"I was praying that she'd agree and then I could use my hands and fingers with much more safety and assurance that I wouldn't get carried away and do something to this child that I might have good reason to regret later. I was trying desperately to control my rampaging emotions and calm down, but every time I started to talk myself into some sort of relative calm, Angie would wiggle or do something else to excite me and bring my blood to a lavalike boil in danger of spilling over....
"Angie was beginning to pant and moan now, my assurance that she really was enjoying all this as much as I surely was. Her body, now raised so slightly in the air, began to bob and sway as she met my every motion, adding more thrust to my most gentle maneuvers until she was frenziedly twitching, twisting, and bobbing, and my fingers were furiously diddling her knob -taking great care to maintain a safe depth in her cunny hole so as not to pierce anything there. There would be time enough for all that.
" 'Mmmmmmm, Uncle Lee!' she panted in a high-pitched voice, excited and overwhelmed. It's sooooo good, feels soo nice!'..."
"Jeremy, once he got to be around nine years old, acted like the man of the house, taking care of things I couldn't do and watching over me so's I didn't get myself hurt. He's a good boy, no mamma's boy-almost a man now that he's sixteen years old and has all the girls chasing him.
"A funny thing started happening to me as Jeremy got older, stronger, and more of a helper to me. I couldn't go out with guys my age anymore because I started comparing them to Jeremy and they kept falling short. Pretty soon I was spending all my free time at home, working with him, taking my vacations in romantic motels with him, and just about everything!...
"It was the Fourth of July, I'll always remember that day. Jeremy and I were spending our summer vacation in this real cozy and romantic cabin in the hills. Even though it was really hot, there was snow on the peaks. It was the kind of place lovers would pick for a vacation and escape spot.
"Anyway, we found a little creek running not too far from our cabin. We were the only people up in those parts just then. I don't know why, but it was perfect-so my son and I decided to go skinny-dipping. I hadn't done that since I was just about his age.
"We tore off our clothes and raced to the creek, jumping off a handmade diving board and hitting the water with enough splashing for two baby whales. The cold water was all tingly, especially around my cunny that hadn't been taken care of for quite a long time.
"It may have been purely accidental, but Jeremy came up out of the water right in front of me. I'd felt his body brushing up my legs and belly and it was a real shocker, especially for someone as horny and tense as I already was, to have an exciting and inviting male body come up right next to you.
"I didn't look my age, fortunately, so the people who'd rented us the cabin took us for brother and sister or two lovers, I suppose. I was remembering the funny grin on the desk clerk's face when he asked Jeremy if we wanted separate rooms. Jeremy enjoyed our little charade; too, I suppose, because there's never been a time when we were in an unsuspecting public place that he'd tell anyone I was his mother.
"Innocently, we splashed water all over each other and hugged before diving again to do it all over. Every time I got close to him though, I'd feel my nipples getting real hard and sensitive, just begging for him to touch or kiss them. I couldn't help it, he's a beautiful boy with the most gorgeous prick I've ever laid my eyes on!...
"We waded up to the shallow end and slowly pulled ourselves out of the water and onto a couple of big rocks we'd fixed up with towels, a radio, some wine, and tanning lotions. His body was all sleek and shiny and flushed just enough so you could tell he was getting tanned....
"His strong fingers played with the wet strands of my hair, dangling limply and in tangles down my back. He pushed it all to one side and then our mouths met ... this time in earnest. This was no game we were playing-not like the 'Let's Pretend' when he was a little boy. We needed each other now.
"His silky tongue squirmed into my mouth and he pulled me over on top of him, then smoothly rolled me over until I was flat on my back with only the thin beach towel to protect my ass from the hard rock under me.
"I felt the sweat and water mingling at his pores as he hesitantly pulled himself away from my own groping tongue and started ... moaning loudly, while my whole insides just wanted to scream and beg him to take me! His teeth, perfectly formed as was the rest of his gorgeous body, felt like tiny electrical shock waves as he went first to one ear, then the other ... nibbling at them, breathing heavily into them, licking them, and moaning softly ... cooing a love to me....
"Again his searching mouth moved down to my neck and shoulders and again I felt the tingling nibbles sending their ritualistic animal message down to my too-long denied pussy.
"His hands were squeezing and kneading my willing flesh as he slowly moved himself down to my breasts, holding one in each hand while he nestled into the cleavage...."
The foregoing statements are excerpted from case histories which will be treated in detail within the body proper of this volume. As noted by its title, Five Faces of Incest, this volume consists of five first-person accountings of incestuous relationships.
To some readers, the narrations may seem filled with fantasies and not at all realistic. They are real, however, and happening daily on every level of our society, though most incidents usually remain unreported for various reasons which are mentioned briefly throughout the text.
This is not "just another book" scooping translucent icing on the marbled cake of complex human relationships. All total, this volume is set apart from similar works on the subject because it is one of the first to realistically examine what might be called the "reality" of incest, mainly the how and why.
We have always been too quick to jump to conclusions, determining on preconditioned and often still unconscious "evidence" the guilt or innocence of any given person. We have been led to believe the ancient, and antiquated, superstitions regarding the shrouded mystique of inter-family sexual relationships, and disregard any and all evidence to the contrary of our beliefs.
Basically, incest is at one of the tail ends of the pedophilic shyndrome. Although the word pedophilia derives from a Greek term which originally meant "love of boys," current usage defines pedophilia as a perverse desire for erotic or sexual relations with children of either sex.
As will be noted further in this book, the 1960s displayed very liberal attitudes toward incest, as compared with the strict and more puritanical views of the 1950s. Perhaps the present decade will show still further enlightenment and reasoning on this ground, not necessarily an acceptance, but at least an understanding.
Many authorities have spoken on the subject of incestuous relationships-some decrying it and showing it as a heinous perversion of the human senses, a rape of innocence, and a personification of a demented mind. Others, perhaps searching for the reality of the basis involved in human emotion, are neither condoning nor condemning the practice, usually skirting the issue with a barrage of technical verbiage. Still others openly accept it as fact, and seek to understand and explain it.
There is somewhere a middle ground, a meeting of the many minds, and a melting of the superstitious glaciers that cover that still not too well explored terrain of incestuous psychosexuality.
-Deena Winters
THE FAMILY TRADE
"We were just messing around in my bedroom, freaking out on the new records I'd gotten. Jamie was wearing cut-off shorts and a wild-looking tank top-really sexy, considering that he was only a thirteen-year-old kid.
"The music had both of us turned on full blast, and before I could figure out what was happening we were hugging each other and bumping and grinding our hips together like two turned-on fuck freaks.
"I'd been horny all that day, and the sight of his cock, bulging out of the too tight shorts, was burning a hole clear up through my pussy and to my gut. It was a shaking kind of burn you know, right through the flimsy rayon of my at-home pants suit. I knew that the game was getting a little dangerous and that I might not be able to stop humpin' once it started, but I couldn't keep from getting closer and closer. I could almost feel my pussy snapping every time I came near him as if it was trying to suck him up, clothes and all.
"He didn't even seem to notice when I covered his crotch with my hand and rubbed against it to get him even hornier than it looked like he was. His eyes were shut tight as he rocked his hips against me, harder and harder until I could feel every inch of his stiff cock straining to get through to me. It was kind of like a magnetic force, you know, as if we just had to come together, no way to get out of it now.
"I slowly unzipped his shorts and pulled them down a bit, over his hips. He pulled me closer and hugged me, still rocking and swaying to the music, as I wrapped my trembling fingers around his rod and started jacking him off.
"It was impossible for me to take my eyes off Jamie's cock. It was big, bigger than I thought it would be, and hard as a rock. There were little bushes of soft, fuzzy blond hair down around the base of it, and I could make out the thin blue vein lines even in the dim lights. I was just holding it in my hand, but somehow I could feel it sliding up in me. I knew it was only my imagination-oooh, if I could feel like that all the time!
"His cock fit easily into my hand and slid back and forth comfortably, as if it had always belonged there. I could tell that Jamie liked what I was doing to him because he started rubbing and squeezing my back and pulling me still closer until my one tit was smashed up against his chest.
"Even though the music was really loud, I could hear his breathing getting louder and gasping-like as I teased him unmercifully. He didn't have to work too hard to get my clothes off though. He just reached up and pulled the back zipper all the way down; the teeth parted easily as if they'd been waiting for him to do something.
"He pulled the one sleeve off easily enough, but I took my time with the other side because I didn't really want to let go of the new toy I'd found. I kept flipping out and imagining that he was a big handsome guy and we were at a party just doing our thing. Baby, his cock was beautiful!
"Since I'd worn a one-piece outfit, the whole thing came off in no time and I stood there with just a pair of lacy, teaser panties on. My crotch felt like it was wet enough for me to wring it out, and when he put his hand up there and started working it back and forth, it just made it that much wetter.
"I don't remember ever being as turned on as I was just then. I clamped my shaking legs tightly together just to keep myself standing up, but he still managed to wiggle a finger or two in there and I saw that it wouldn't work if we were going to stay standing up. I might be able to fuck standing up, but Jamie was doing funny things to my whole body and it couldn't stand up.
"That's when I decided that it would be easier for both of us to calm down just enough so we could lie down. I tried to push Jamie in the direction of the bed but he was so worked up that it was only making things that much worse. We finally wound up in the middle of the floor, a tangle of arms, legs, and clothes that were half on, half off. I was so horny that I probably would have fucked him in any position-freaky! Standing on my head if I'd really known how!
"I've been around, baby, but most of the time it was the guy who'd started it, and I would wind up on the bottom. This time it was my idea to begin with and Jamie wasn't giving me too much help. That was alright though.
"I think he sort of tried to snap himself out of the mood when we started back up-on the floor but I never let go of his cock and he couldn't walk away from that!
"He was a swinging kid. I could tell that he'd been messing around with some girls before, because he'd already figured out how to slide his finger in me, the right way and on target-not like some of the other dumb-dumbs I'd been foolin' around with.
"For some funny reason, he stopped and started to try to pull himself away from me. I smiled my sexiest smile and reassured him, saying, 'Ssssh, Jamie, it's all right. I've been taking the pill for over four months now.'
"He looked real surprised when I said that and then he kissed me. Since I was straddling his hips, he just kind of pulled me down by my hair and then put both hands on the sides of my face until our lips met.
"He has beautiful lips for a boy. They're almost too feminine, if you know what I mean. The bottom lip is full and kind of pouty and it gives him that bedroom type of devil-or-angel look. I love to watch his lips when he's blushing or really excited about something because they get cherry red.
"I remember one time I'd just come home from the junior prom or something like that - yes, the junior prom. I guess he'd been out with a girl, a special chick I think. Jamie and I were just sitting around and talking. I took one look at his mouth and almost creamed in my pants. It's really out of sight!
"His kiss was more than I expected it ever could be. It was almost like a man's kiss, and I caught a faint smell of some kind of aftershave lotion which just about cracked me up. He didn't even have peach fuzz dark enough to notice, and here he was wearing after-shave!
"I had him flat on his back now and I greedily sucked all of his tongue I could get while I wiggled my feet around and managed to get his shorts completely off one leg. Slowly, I swung over him until my ass was waving high in the air and I could really feel the little eye in the head of his cock staring right into my snatch.
"I smashed my face down on him, smothering him with my tongue and wrapping the whole package up in the curtain of my hair. It was freaky, kissing him and not being able to see because of all the hair. It was as if a veil had been draped over us and no one could see or even feel what was happening but us. His fingers got all tangled up in my streaky brown curtain and a couple of times he pulled too hard, but I couldn't stop and I knew he couldn't either - not even if we really had to.
"My fingers felt like little electric charges were zipping and sparking out of them as they danced their way down his shoulders, his chest, and part of his thigh. I felt my whole body start to buckle as my fingers guided his gorgeous prick toward my hungry pussy, and I couldn't help shaking all over when the head popped in. In fact, I thought I was going to faint! It felt so damn good! So different from any other time I'd balled with someone. I don't know if it's that Jamie is my brother-blood is pretty thick, they say-or what, but I don't want to argue over a good thing. It's too sweet and too short!
"He cried out just then, 'Oh God, Lynn, it feels so good!' and his head rolled from one side to the other as he gritted his teeth together, making loud back-chilling sounds. His fingers were grabbing and clawing at my hips, and it almost felt like he was starting to dig a trench or some damn thing in me. MMmmm, but it hurt so nice.
"He was hurting me and I tried to grab both of his hands to make him stop-or lighten up a bit. Somehow, since he was much stronger, he got good leverage and we wound up rolling over and over again until I found myself on the good old, familiar bottom. I was happy now; he'd shown that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
"The head was still stuck up inside me and I think he was trying to tease me with that because he stayed very still between my legs, rocking his hips just enough so I could feel his prick move just a little bit. I begged him to stop teasing me, but it seemed like forever before he moved.
"It was fast-just like a hot knife slicing through butter. I could tell he hadn't done this too often because he started pumping away, kind of like he was going to a big fire. I had to grab him by the hips to make him slow down.
" 'Jamie,' I moaned, 'it's okay. We have all the time in the world, just take it easy. It's much more fun that way.'
"He shook his head and grunted something - back at me, but I didn't really hear it because he'd slammed down into me at the same time.
Slowly, I started grinding my hips up against him, up to meet his cock as it came crashing back down. It didn't take too long before we'd set a tempo and it was nice and easy, slowly in and slowly out again.
"I found a little throw pillow there on the floor next to us and, once I got hold of it and slipped it under my hips, it helped a lot. Even with the shaggy carpet, that was a hard floor down there and my ass was getting a bit sore from being screwed into the wood below the rug.
"I wanted this to last all night Jamie's cock felt so good! It felt like it always had belonged in me, nowhere else. Can you imagine Siamese twins, attached cock-to-cunt... ? I wanted him to fuck me and suck me and never stop-tomorrow would never come, I hoped....
"Jamie started shaking and his face got all red, like he was holding his breath, but redder still. 'I'm coming, Lynn!' he yelled, and I felt the first watery trickle of come shoot up into my belly.
"He didn't even wait. He just deflated like a giant balloon and rolled off me. The watery juices trickled after his cock, like streamers attached to the tail end of a kite. I was a little disgusted just then, but then again, it was only our first time. I had lots of patience, at least that's what my father used to tell me-that was before he left us.
"I looked over at my kid brother now. His eyes were closed and he looked like some kind of angel lying spread out on the floor. His prick didn't look like much just then; it was collapsed and really a sorry-looking excuse for a pussy juicer. I slid my hand into my crotch and rubbed it absentmindedly, remembering how good it felt those few minutes to have Jamie's cock there and how good it would be from now on. Oooh, I could've lain there like that for days!
"The records had run out and the room was quiet except for our breathing. I heard mother's key poking around in the lock-it was missing the hole a lot-so I turned off the light and lay down on the floor next to Jamie. She was probably half crocked out of her skull as usual. She came home that way most of the time after her cocktail parties-and had some young cock tagging along behind her for a piece of old-fashioned tail on his rocks....
"From the den, I had a clear view of the living room and, since that was where most of the grunts and moans were coming from-now that mama had company-I decided to watch and see exactly what happened.
"At least, I could see that our mom had good taste-her pussy had good taste, that is. The guy she was with was a dude type of guy. You know, the perfect outfit spelling class and big money in blazing neon letters. The only thing I really recognized-I would've liked to have some of that come in me-was the beautiful and promising bulge in his pants. Oh, another thing: mother never once forgot to pat it when she walked by him, drunk and weaving as she was. It was looking real good and I could feel my pussy twitch to life and get all wet and creamy again.
"I decided that the action wouldn't start in that room for at least another five minutes - what with the tongue swapping and feelies-so I crawled back over to Jamie. He was wide awake now, lazily puffing on a cigarette like a big man now that he'd fucked his first piece of experienced tail. I winked at him and took a drag off the cigarette he held out to me.
"Jamie and I both felt the same way about our mother-that she was a high-class slut and we didn't really want to be with her anyway. We'd wanted to go with dad, but she wouldn't let us. Whispering softly while I licked around his cock, Jamie laid out our plans to fix our mother's wagon and her man-sucking cunt at the same time. Now all we had to do was to wait and hold tight.
"There were no sounds coming out of the living room yet, and I was still hornier than a bitch in heat. I wanted to fuck, but he was still too soft.
" 'Jamie,' I whispered, 'have you ever kissed a girl-in her pussy, I mean?'
"He looked at me kind of funny, like we were brand-new lovers, not brother and sister, and gave me the kind of smile he usually reserved for the times when he had a big secret to spill.
"'No, Lynn,' he whispered, 'but I think I learn fast, and besides, you like the way I catch on....'
"I lay back on the rug, thinking I was in some kind of a dream and this wasn't really happening, and then I felt his young soft hands tracing light little circles around my nipples. 'You have groovy knockers, Lynn,' he purred hoarsely. I wanted to laugh right out loud because it all sounded so funny. It sounded the way you'd think it should sound, but not really. Oh hell! I never explain things----
"His hands were shaking but determined. 'We've gone all the way already,' he continued. 'Why should we stop now?' I felt something like butterflies in my stomach. It was like something was telling me we were going too far, but I didn't want to think of that so I just concentrated on his hands. For a thirteen-year-old kid brother, Jamie had the makings of a damn good lover-for me, I hoped.
"Jamie seemed to touch every inch of my body and take forever before I felt the weight of his hand resting on my curly bush, waiting for me to give the word and tell him what to do. I grabbed the pillow again and scrunched it up under my twitching ass.
" 'Scoot down and get between my legs,' I directed. My whole body was shaking as I watched him move-like a graceful and obedient pussycat, I thought. With trembling fingers, I held myself wide open for him. An older guy I'd balled with a couple of times taught me that little trick and it came in handy right now.
"I used my second finger and rested it on top of the little button that felt so good when someone touched it. Just talking about it, telling him what I wanted him to do for me, was driving me right up the wall. It was an orgy freak-out!
"Jamie didn't waste any time just looking at my smiling creamy pussy, hell no! He got right in my muff and covered the whole thing with his cherry-mouth. I mumbled something about how he should stick his tongue out and get on the spot I'd shown him, and he did it. His teeth seemed to be getting in the way a couple of times because I felt like he was scraping me or something, but when I pushed his head back and off it for a second, he just used the tip of his tongue right on the button when he came back.
"He pushed my hands away and held it open by himself. A couple of times though I had to give him some help, but he was pretty good at cunt-lapping-and his lesson only took about five minutes! I felt funny though. I had nothing to hold on to and somehow even having Jamie between my legs didn't make the horniness go away. I didn't want to suggest a sixty-nine kind of thing just yet-not until he'd gotten used to what we were doing.
"My whole body was doing something like an Irish jig, somersaults and swan dives all over the floor and I couldn't keep myself still no matter how much I really wanted to just then. His tongue was like a greedy baby snake, pussy fed, you know, still not familiar with its new surrounding, but very happy to go and play in it anyway.
"I put one hand behind my head just so I could watch my kid brother gobbling me. He stopped for air a couple of times but, other than that, the fact that my cunt was grinding and coming up to hit him in the mouth didn't seem to bother him one bit.
"He'd taken my little button right between his teeth now, gently and soo-o sexy-like. The feel of all that attention it was getting, together with the wild, electric mouth, started sending erotic signals up through the rest of me. A thousand champagne corks started exploding through my head and my mouth was so dry that it even hurt to breathe. I wanted to push him away, to stop him for now, because I was afraid I was going to scream out loud and then we'd have company, and trouble. My ship was sinking fast, baby, and all I could think of was all the champagne corks popping in my skull----
"My butt was jiggling and slamming up and down all over, but Jamie was holding onto my hips so that kind of kept me in one place. I started to scream, but instead I shoved half my fist in my mouth and what came out sounded like an echo of fifteen people moaning-not too loud, except to me.
"Everything shot out of me just then. Jamie's head kept bobbing up and down while he hungrily lapped at my twitching, dripping pussy, until I finally had to push him away because I just couldn't take anymore.
"'Stop! Goddamn, stop it, Jamie!' I yelled. I'd come like I don't ever remember coming before with anybody else! It was like everything that held the creamy dam shut had split wide open, and we were both going to drown in my juicy come! And yet, Jamie was my kid brother. Well, I thought, there's nothing I can do about that little mistake in the family. I might just as well spread myself and enjoy the balling.
"Groggily, I crawled to my command post at the door. Mom was still in the living room with her new boyfriend, hiccuping loudly and trying to suck his cock at the same time. I wondered if she could hold her breath while she gobbled his rod. It was really too funny. This lady with the hundred-dollar cocktail dress, sloshed out of her frigging mind and kneeling crazily in front of a young kid-more like my speed-trying desperately to gobble all the cock she could cram in.
"Jamie looked down at his own tool, put his hand around it and kind of waved it in the direction of the living room whore scene. We were like punch-drunk fighters except that we were just fuck drunk.' I don't think either of us had anything else on the brain except sex. We were both laughing inside, but we wouldn't even dare to giggle until what's-his-name was sucked off and out the door. It wouldn't be right to spoil mom's show. We'd have our chance in just a little bit.
"The dude was hung like a stud-not a super-stud, just good for breeding-and the little bit I saw of his cock, whenever it popped out of mom's mouth, really gave my pussy a couple of good tingles. I was so excited that I started diddling myself while standing there in the crack of the doorway.
"Pretty soon Jamie got behind me, nestled his gorgeous prick between my tight buns, and then we both leaned back and he finger-fucked me while we watched the grown-ups' bang-away scene. Far out, baby! It's really better than it sounds!
"Something was happening out there. Mom backed away from her sweet chore-Mr. Dude's cock-spit and everything else kind of dribbling from her painted mouth, and shook her head like she was confused or something. 'I can't tonight, Derek,' she choked out. 'It's no good tonight, lover.'
"'So whadd'ya want me to do, lady?' he yelled at her. 'Do you think maybe I should throw a mink wrap across my lap and jack-off all the way home?'
"The guy was really pissed off. Can't say I blame him, though you'd think he'd have better taste than a dried up but rich has-been. I was waiting for him to get up some guts and hit her, but he didn't. Chickenshit!
"'Fuck me, honey,' she whined. 'I'll ... I'll even let you do it the way you like it. Huh, baby? What do you say, pretty boy?'
"She was putting on her high-society, 'this is where it's all at' whore act, and as far as Jamie and I were concerned, it was funny but it stank.
"We must have missed the next shot out of her trick bag because when we looked up again mom was still kneeling, but the guy was standing up now, his cock in her mouth and his hands were on mom's head. Slowly he started fucking her in the mouth. You know, I'd never seen anybody do that before and it was really wiggy. The guy had even pulled his pants down a little bit. I wondered why he wasn't a gentleman and taken them all the way off. Mom was kind of holding them up as he started fucking her head faster and faster until Jamie and I made a little bet on whether he'd lose his balance.
"All the time he fucked her, he called her every name in the book-everything, including some that weren't in the book: slut, cunt, bitch, whore, you name it, he said it. You'd think that maybe our high-and-mighty old lady wouldn't like all that and she'd bite him or something, but all she did was moan and suck harder.
"I saw her hand sneak up her leg and I knew damn well that she was finger-fucking herself even though we couldn't see it. I guess the guy knew it, too-that she was ready to blow with him-because he started yelling, 'Fuck yourself, bitch, no one wants to do it for you! Aaaahhh, that's it, mutha, how does your manicured finger feel up there, cocksucker?' all kind of stuff like that.
"I could tell Jamie was nervous as all get out and kind of scared about what we'd planned to do. It didn't really matter, I knew he'd never chicken out. He was just that kind of a kid.
"There was nothing more really exciting going on so I turned around, got down on my knees, and started licking his stiff, waiting cock so it wouldn't hurt him so much to wait a few more minutes.
"There was just one long groan-from the guy, I think-and then we heard the front door slam. I know we missed a little something in between, but it don't matter. Mom was sprawled out, facedown on the floor, moaning to herself, with her fingers still up her cunt.
" 'Are you ready, Jamie?' I whispered.
"He put my hand on his iron-hard cock. 'Anytime, sis.' "
Lynn F., the narrator of the preceding excerpt, is a 17-year-old high school senior. Her brother, James-Paul 'Jamie' F., is 14 years old, a high-school freshman. Their reasons for this bizarre and seemingly sadistic act involving their mother: Boredom and Hatred.
Incest, defined by Webster as a "sexual relationship between persons too closely related to marry legally," is not at all a rare phenomenon. All to often, it is rare only in the "reported incidents" category.
Less affluent people are presumed by many authorities to become more involved interfamiliarly because of the closeness-the small living quarters and the individuals' mental background. It has often been expressed that there is a sexual attitude difference between the classes -lower class, middle class, and upper class -on a sliding scale of emotional drive.
Several researchers have noted that, among the poor, if a male member is sexually aroused he will have intercourse with her who is readily available and appealing to him, even if she is his daughter, niece, sister, aunt, or what have you.
The middle class, on the other hand, having become conditioned more puritanically, are frightened of many overpowering emotions and have many qualms, some of them totally unfounded and without basis in reasoning. They may still become involved in an incestuous relationship but, too often, under the heady influence of liquor or some other thought-distorting chemical. The need for artificial assistance is self-explanatory: How else could a man do such a "heinous" thing and still live with himself?
It has been said that money can buy almost anything. That can be true, but just one of the more lasting items that it cannot buy is peace of mind. Ergo the rationale: "We do it all for kicks"; "Why not, we don't hurt anybody," etc.
Each class lives in a separate world with its own mores, its own code of ethics, and its own closemouthed secrecy. Attempts have been made to combine, meld somehow, the three worlds and explain one clearly to the other peer groups, but they have only managed to cloud the surface more than it had already been painted.
Children too frequently become the scapegoats or carriers of parental influence. There are not many youngsters, however, who have been known to enact the type of scene witnessed in these first pages, the almost "tit for tat" physical rebuttal to abuse.
To young and innocent albeit curious and mischievous children, sex is an experiment in what feels good. They do not know, nor have any way of knowing, that this is something forbidden them because of ingrained fears and superstitions. Not their fears and superstitions, no, for they are transmutable properties of the parents.
What, however, becomes of such a child when this child witnesses a parent, an adult who is supposed to know of the various things which are forbidden, abusing these same responsibilities they are attempting so feebly to pass on to another generation?
This author is not at all certain, and no other researcher can probably be, that incidents such as the one related within this chapter do not occur more frequently than we are led to believe. We have become aware, through history and interpersonal relationships, that incest happens somewhere, every day, day in and day out. What can stop it? Legislation? Enslavement? Nothing. Father rapes daughter, daughter seduces father, mother rapes son, son seduces mother. The list goes on.
Since the implantation of human emotion, male has been attracted to female and vice versa. Authorities on the human psyche have discussed, at some length, the Oedipal complex, the Electra complex, etc. It is only logical, therefore, to assume that this complex can and is carried out to its physical conclusion.
Pedophilia, a sexual relationship between a much older and a younger (prepubescent, pubescent, adolescent) person is said to be merely an extension of the incest wish. And this may be true because much of the emotional human element is directly related to youth; the search for it, the escape from it, the desire to possess it.
This is an integral mechanism in the basic human personality and the faceless persona we so often adopt.
The polar opposite of pedophilia, gerontophi-lia, the "condition" in which it is the youngster or adolescent who actively seeks out and seduces the older person who then becomes the passive partner in the relationship-as in the famed instance portrayed in Lolita-may sometimes also be considered a form of incestual desire. The parent, however, is here replaced by a nonrelated adult and the incest wish often remains in the unconscious level, burned under the sleeping giant of reality.
The incest described in this chapter is enacted, it would seem, more for the unsatiated desire to hurt the female parent than for the desire to possess her body.
The psychodynamics of incest-from the child's and from the adult's viewpoint-have not yet been satisfactorily explained. Perhaps, at some time in the near or distant future, more of us can understand the whys and wherefores of this syndrome without becoming personally involved, a hazard especially potent when groping blindly for an understanding. Perhaps there will be a day when we can look at the noncriminal incest case histories and comprehend the motivations and breeding grounds of this none too alien attitude of people.
This chapter now continues with the transcribed data presented in the first portion of the text.
"Thank God for the thick carpets and the fact that dear sweet mother was a little drunk. She didn't hear us even when we were both standing right over her.
"She was lying facedown-kneeling, actually-with her ass (still covered) waving like an inviting flag for the races. I guess she was in that position so that it wouldn't be so hard for her to play with her own pussy.
"Quietly I straddled her back while Jamie, standing real close behind me, pulled up her dress-zip!-and it was up! It was pretty lucky for us that she didn't have any panties on. Her buns looked pretty good for a lady her age. Oh, sure, there were a couple of wrinkles and vein lines here and there, but, all in all, she had a good-looking backside, rump, I'd say. I wondered what her snatch would look like as I came crashing down on her back. My weight was on her before she even realized what hit her.
"Jamie, dear sweet brother of mine, jerked her ass up higher, aimed his gorgeous fuck-ready prick at her teasing asshole and RAMMED!
"She was pinned then, so I turned around to face Jamie. I wanted to see everything that was going on-party time in the old zoo! The look on Jamie's face was the kind you'd expect on a guy who just popped his first nut open to discover that it squirts. Far out!
"Mom had started to say something like 'What the-' and choked it back. She didn't even squirm. I guess maybe she thought that her young stud had returned with a friend, no less. Well, we'd have a real surprise for her!
"My well-trained, fast-learning baby brother had his fingers dug deep into the meaty part of her hips, holding her in the right position. In fact, she even hunched up more on her knees to make it easier for him. His eyes, usually a hypnotizing shade of green, were glazed like they had some kind of film thing over them and the sweat was just gushing out of his pores like fucking was the same as hitting an oil well. It was so freaky, baby!
"I looked down at his fuzzy pubic bush with the iron rod poking out of the middle. It was all wet and shiny and looked even harder than it had when I was sucking on it.
"Jamie was slowing down at the same time our old lady was wiggling her ass, getting it going faster and faster. I guess her little brown hold felt pretty good on his cock 'cause he gave me a funny kind of smile and started going at it like he really meant it-the good fuck, I mean.
"I was really getting jazzed. In fact, I didn't even feel I needed to play with my own pussy -the excitement was transferable and if there had been anyone else in the room there with us they could've creamed in their pants just doing nothing, watching us.
"I didn't want to, but I got off her back. Then I felt kind of left out. You know, I didn't have anything to do. I stumbled over to this huge overstuffed chair we've got-oh, maybe two feet away from where all the action was-and plopped down to watch. I could feel all my come, streaked down my thighs, getting kind of dry and sticky. I just kind of put my hand down there to feel it, you know, but I couldn't help myself. I just had to feel my little pussy 'cause it was twitching and jumping like it was attached to some kind of live wire, a 'phantom cock.'
"With one leg kind of swung over an arm of the chair, I narrowed my eyes-didn't want to close them because I might just miss something -and let my finger wander all around my hot, wet pussy. Oooohh, how I wanted a cock just then! Any cock, it didn't matter to me!
"The family action was now going in full, riotous swing. Mom's ass looked like some crazy spinning ball, bobbing up and down and around as her asshole sucked on my brother's cock. She was kind of on her knees and elbows and her dress was all bunched up around her shoulders; I could even see that she'd pulled up the band of her bra-one side only-and her tit was juggling and bouncing almost as fast as her ass. Whenever she could, she'd reach for it and squeeze it, real hard, kind of like a guy would do sometimes.
"I must have become too involved with my pussy and closed my eyes or something like that 'cause I got my wits scared out of me. 'Is this a private orgy or do you need some help?' a voice, deep and kind of sexy, boomed in my ear. I knew it wasn't a cop or anything like that because I don't think they would have barged in so sweetly.
"When I opened my eyes I saw the dark-haired dude who'd left not too long ago. He was actually pretty and, now that I saw him close up, he didn't look near as young as I had at first thought he was. Oh, I'd say maybe he was around twenty-five or something like that. His eyes, a deep brown, almost black, really made me nervous. It was like he was staring a hole, burning through me with his two hot coals, right into my brain and my pussy at the same time. I'd stopped diddling myself, but my hand was still there-just to keep it warm, I guess.
"When I didn't say anything like 'No!' or 'Go away!' he figured I was ready and open for action. I was staring at his face when I heard his zipper easily sliding down. He didn't waste any time either. Hell no, he just whipped it out for me!
"He was standing at my side now, perfectly in line with my head. I saw some jet black curls peeking out of his shorts, teasing me, while his hand sliding up and down the sleek, hard shaft, baited my hungry mouth.
" 'Can you suck?' he whispered.
"I nodded my head excitedly, almost tasting the salty tang and already smelling the musky odor of cock. I scooted down a little more in the chair, made myself comfortable, and turned my head to one side so that my mouth was right over the crimson head of his cock.
"He didn't move toward me, so I had to stretch a bit. I wanted to taste it first, to kind of see if I liked it, I guess. I wet my lips and let my wandering eyes feast on his pussy juicer, the rod that had been in my mother's asshole not too long ago. There was nothing much special to it -his cock, I mean. It wasn't like Jamie's; it didn't rev me up and make my mouth water just to look at it. Derek's cock was bigger than Jamie's, though, more muscular and strong-looking. The head, a fiery kind of red with some pink spots, had an upward tilt, back toward his body. His nails were manicured, too, I could see as his fingers gently rubbed up and down the over-six-inch length.
"My tongue was wagging and lapping even before I touched Derek's pussy juicer. Just like wildfire, it spit out all over his shaft, as far down as I could get into his crotch without grazing myself on the damn zipper. I grabbed at the base with my left hand, the free hand, and then he let go of it and put both his hands on top of my head, just like I'd seen him do with my mother a few minutes earlier.
"He must have really been excited and anxious for me to suck him off because he used his hands to push my head up and down on his tool. His hands felt heavy and kind of strange, but then he stopped pressing down and started moving his hips back and forth in quick jabs So that his cock was like a long saber stabbing at the back of my head. It really felt weird, you know, to have someone fuck your head while you diddle your clit, sprawled out in a big old chair....
"There were a lot of noises, grunts and squeals kind of, coming from the other action area. I could only see a part of it out of the corner of my eyes.
"Mom was up on her feet-partly, anyway but doubled over like some kind of a limp rag doll. Jamie didn't have to bend much to ram it in her. She had her hands almost around his ankles yet holding onto her own and her whole body was bobbing and twitching. I heard the squishing kind of sound as Jamie's cock came slipping and sliding in her hole ... or was that the sound of Derek's cock pumping in and out of my gobbling mouth? I don't know, really.
" 'You suck nice, baby,' Derek murmured. 'Real nice, real good. How about if I let my joy stick here play with your pussy? Hmmmm? We wouldn't want it to feel neglected, now would we?'
"With that he shot his cock all the way in until I thought I'd have to swallow it. Then his hands came up off my head and he started to ease his cock out of my mouth.
"I used the time to pull his pants all the way down to his ankles-pants, shorts, everything. He'd have to do the rest. He quickly pulled his dripping cock out of my mouth as I slid down to the floor in front of the chair.
" 'Fuck me, please fuck me!' I cried, whimpering because I'd so much wanted to taste his come.
"Derek stepped out of his clothes, all except his shirt, and came flopping down on the floor, crashing on top of my sweaty, honry body. What I felt just then was like an electric shock-two live wires fizzling and sparking against each other.
"A cold chill shot through me as the tip of his cold, wet prick brushed against my leg. It was all cold and hot at the same time-weird! It was real hard and excited, as was my poor twitching pussy, so there was no problem getting it all the way in. In fact, I helped-but just a little bit.
"Derek's cock was much bigger than I'd thought it was. It was a tight fit and, for a minute there, I thought he was going to tear something up down there. I could feel it urgently pushing its way in me, a battering ram through an invisible door, but I was so wet and breathing so loudly that I didn't get to hear the head pop inside. That's always an exciting sound for me....
"At first I was on the floor with my back propped up by the chair. When he was putting it in, I raised my whole body up off the floor, and then, before I knew or cared what happened anymore, I was all the way on the floor with the chair uncomfortably getting in the way of my tossing and turning head.
"He was propping himself up on his elbows and moving just his smooth and sweat-shiny hips back and forth, slowly working his cock around in my dripping cunt. I then figured out that he was teasing me with it because he knew how much I wanted to be fucked. I kept lifting myself up to him, trying to suck his pussy juicer into my gaping cunt, but he kept right on teasing it.
"I planted the soles of my feet into the carpeting and kind of did a backward knee bend so that the top of my body was down but everything else, from my waist to my knees, was waving high up in the air. I think Derek dug it, too, because he just reached around my hips, kind of clamping them with the insides of his arms, and helped me to hold myself up for him.
"Derek did almost everything with his hips. I kept trying to watch him because he looked so beautiful crouched over me with nothing on except a silk shirt, but everytime he caught me staring, he'd pump it in me real hard and my head would kind of jerk and flap back so I gave up on that.
"I felt like I had a hot steel pole jammed up my snatch, but it didn't hurt because it was so nice and wet and wanted. He had a real wicked grin on his face, and every once in a while I could hear him kind of clucking to himself.
" 'You like a nice big and fat cock up your little twat there, don't you, baby?' he growled. 'You like to feel it right there so's your cunt could suck on it, huh?'
"I didn't have to answer him, and I. figured he was probably talking more to himself than to me. I don't think I could've answered him even if I had to, though. My mouth was so dry that it felt like I had half a bucket of sand or something in it-no water. The more he shot his rod into me, the harder it got for me to really see him. Everything was kind of glossed over with a thin mist and Derek even looked like he was just floating over me. It was all crazy-a big, hard, and beautiful dream. And I hoped I'd never have to wake up.
"There were more squealing sounds-probably from my mother-but I couldn't see anything, so I only know what I heard. Derek was squeezing and pinching me and even though my legs were starting to give out on me, I didn't want to relax and flop down for fear I might ruin everything momentarily.
"Sometimes my mind would kind of wander and I'd see Jamie instead of Derek, or I'd see my mother's ass bobbing and waving wildly in front of my face with a superlong cock stuck in her asshole. These freak-off flicks spinning around in my mind so clearly that I could actually see them happening almost made me feel like I was really high on something. The only thing I was really floating on was the sweet taste and feel of mad, crazy sex----
"There was a loud, kind of wild-woman kind of scream. My mother: 'Oh God, you fuck sooo nice, baby! I haven't been fucked like this in yearrrrrrrsss!' Every word was real drawn out and higher pitched than I'd ever heard. Usually her voice was low and silky-sounding. I smiled to myself even though I felt like my lips would split wide open when I did, knowing that she'd shit come-covered gold bricks when she found out that her temporary lover was her own son.... I could hardly wait for that precious moment in Jamie's sex history book!
"Jamie's young voice piped loudly in the breathing, pulsating orgy-room. 'I'm glad you dig my fucking, mother.' My head snapped up and to the side. I didn't want to miss her reaction.
"What I saw really flipped me out. Jamie was ramming into her with a passionate fury and immediately after he said the word mother, he rammed extra hard and shot his wad, whatever he could right up into her. He then threw her all the way down on the carept and flipped her over so she was on her back.
"I know damn well that she saw him and was a bit scared of what she'd done with him, but Jamie didn't give her much of a chance to really think about it and catch her breath. He flopped down on the floor too and rammed what looked like his whole fist up her cunt and started working it like a pneumatic plunger-fast, in and out-with this wicked look on his face. It was almost the same kind of look Derek had had on his face when I could see him.
"Mother started to say something but stopped abruptly when she felt his hand fucking her twat. Jamie started to turn his body around-I guess he was going to force her into a sexy sixty-nine. 'My cock's getting cold,' he mumbled. 'Suck it off for me!'
"I thought it was sort of funny myself. Mom didn't say anything, so he straddled her face with his knees and stuck his limp shaft right over her mouth. Come and pussy juice was still dripping off it. His hand was still stuck up her cunt. Mother dear opened her mouth and covered his limp dick. Jamie never once stopped the pumping action and, when his head swooped down to shadow her crotch, I was satisfied. I knew he wouldn't let her stop....
"Derek was too far gone to have heard Jamie call her 'mother,' and I guessed he still hadn't figured out who Jamie and I really were. It didn't matter much anyway. I would have still gotten him to ball with me even if mother had gotten her nose into it and tried to stop me. I wondered what he would say when he found out that Jamie and I weren't her child lovers, that we were her kids....
"I couldn't bend backwards anymore; my knees were getting just like jelly rolls and I kind of stumbled over and down on my back. I think, though, that Derek pushed me down a bit because he balanced us beautifully even if his cock did slip out for a minute.
"Once we were down on the floor, he just had to slam up into me hard a single time ... that's all it took. I was as wound up as a top only hotter from the friction. I felt my ass screw into the floor, brusing any and every bone that wasn't well-padded. Then it came-the spurting, shooting star streamers of sweet-tasting, hot-lava come-and I milked his cock for everything I could possibly get out of it.
"'You really dig balling, don't you?' Derek grunted as the hot cream was torn out of his shaft. 'I mean, you really flip----'
"I slid my hands up his sweaty body, first pressing down on his ass so I could feel his cock, staying still but twitching inside me, then up his back and shoulders until I came to the sides of his head. His hair was longish, a groovy style, and I wrapped my fingers in it and pulled his face down.
"He didn't need an answer, but I hoarsely whispered a 'thank-you, lover,' before I covered his warm, hot mouth with my butterfly kisses. Slowly, his tongue found its way between my parched, splitting and cracking lips and his smooth, wet tongue greedily filled my mouth, twisting and squirming and exploring what he'd not yet known.
"I slid my hands down his body again and gently dug what fingernails I had into the meaty part of his ass cheeks. Playfully squeezing and pinching them, I whispered, 'Let's roll over without coming apart.' I don't think Derek knew exactly what I had in mind but he nodded, kissed me long and hard again, and then ... we rolled over.
"Using the side of Derek's muscular body for leverage, we managed to turn over and, because I had my legs tightly clamped around his, we didn't come apart. Once on top of him, I regretfully watched, moving my body slightly backward, as his limp but still gorgeous pussy juice-er, plopped out of me, trailing its sticky banners behind it like a parade was now over.
"I watched the jet black hairs on Derek's chest seem to dance as the different rays of light from the small room lamp hit their glistening wetness on his heaving chest and even, to torment him, I suppose, teasingly ran the tip of my fingernail from his neck to his belly button and back again.
"Slowly, I squirmed around and inched my way down his legs until my pussy was bridging the gap between his ankles and my mouth was over his shiny prick, poised and getting ready to strike.
"Just as I started to come down on it, I was annoyingly interrupted by a slurping sound, my mother, still gobbling my kid brother's cock, only this time with no regrets that she could speak of. I didn't even have to crane my neck and take a good look at the two of them to know that they were both enjoying our family trade' session. There would be more of them, I mused happily. Jamie and I would certainly see to it.
"Derek's breathing was just beginning to regulate itself almost back to a normal beat when I first touched the tip of his cock with the tip of my searching, hungry tongue. He jumped and started to protest, but I firmly pushed him back with the palms of my hands and went on with what I'd so eagerly started.
"I lapped at it gently but insistently, picking up the streamers and droplets of our come that were streaking all over it. I felt my pussy start to twitch again, so I lowered it on his ankle and ground down on it while I held his deflated joy stick with two fingers and kissed it for being so nice to me....
"Later on, we all sat around and made plans for Derek to come and live with us, even though Jamie and I still hadn't figured out if we'd really like to go on living with our mother. But we decided we'd find out if it really was as good a thing as it seemed to be.
"We got together and had a short but sweet round-robin type of thing, and Derek, Jamie, mother and I slept in the same bed, all curled up and wound around each other, until the next morning-fortunately, a Saturday-when it all started over again."
SWEET CHERRY TREE
"Angie is a sweet kid, she's my ten-year-old niece. I guess the snowball really got rolling heavy the one night I was sitting with her and she perched herself up on my lap but with a marked difference: her knee was snuggled tightly into my basket-my crotch, you understand.
"I can't really tell you when it started or who started it; maybe it was when she almost imperceptibly wiggled her knee up against me, or when she threw her arm around my shoulder and smashed her still flat chest up against mine. I don't know anymore.
"Angie and I used to horse around a lot-you understand, tickling and teasing each other. Well, that night with her knee pushing so hard, and her being so close-I don't even remember exactly what I was thinking of then-really excited me. I know now that she understood what she was doing to me and that it was a daring game for her.
"The lights in the den were dim and only the light from the television really cast any kind of a shadow. If we were of the same age, I would have thought it to be very cozy and romantic, but, with Angie, I didn't give it much thought at first. Who would?
" 'Uncle Lee,' she whispered, 'do you have a dolly like my daddy has a dolly?'
"I had to laugh because her regression into baby talk had been a game with us for quite a while. The only thing that momentarily disturbed me was the question itself.
"While she asked me, she pushed her knee further up into my crotch. I felt my cock twitch at her touch and start to get hard. I wanted to stop it, but I didn't know of a way to think down' a hard on.
" 'What kind of dolly does your dad have, Angie?' I croaked, hoping that she wouldn't answer the way I sensed she would even though the very idea was exciting me no end.
"Angie stared hard into my eyes and then she winked, bringing her right hand up my leg and resting it directly on the uncomfortable bulge in my fairly tight pants. 'This kind of dolly, Uncle Lee. This is what mom always touches when she asks daddy to rock his dolly in her fuzzy cradle. It's your thing, isn't it, Uncle Lee?' She batted her eyelashes.
"My trembling hand reached for hers, to brush it away and to try to get her off my lap. She wouldn't budge, I soon found out. I couldn't look at her because she started rubbing it, teasing it in her own little way. I couldn't even close my knees together because she was sitting sideways with her legs dangling between mine.
" 'You don't have to tell me that I've found it, Uncle Lee-the dolly, I mean. I know it's right there because it moves when I touch it,' she cooed softly, invitingly, into my reddening ear.
"I sat very still, trying hard not to think, but a tinny sounding voice in my head was babbling excitedly. Go on, it whispered hoarsely. It's all kicks with us anyway, isn't it? Swingers don't flinch like this; we've never flinched or chickened out on a piece of tail before. She's all yours, Lee baby, and you've been looking for a cherry like this for a long time-in your mind, of course. The voice kept babbling and I was tempted to swear out loud and try to shut it up but Angie wouldn't let me.
"'Let's play house!' she decided suddenly. 'Then I can find out all about your dolly!'
" 'Just sit still for a minute, Angie,' I mumbled unthinkingly, 'and then we'll play a different kind of game of "house".'
"Angie squirmed against me, pressing her frail body tightly up against mine. My right arm, pressed against her back, but with the palm resting on my knee, slowly began to creep around until it was almost touching her bared knee. I know she opened her legs because my hand was forced to move and alight on her leg to keep from getting crunched.
"She leaned back, then slowly toward me, nuzzling her curly towhead on my shoulder, her nose pressed against my collarless neck. 'Mmmmmmmm, Uncle Lee!' she tittered. 'You really smell good!' With that, she teasingly and playfully began to sniff my neck, then my chest. Angie was sliding along my leg, moving the hand that had covered her knee to that delicate, hairless mound, the sacred vee-oh, cherry tree!
"I lost my mind, everything started exploding like a long series of newly detonated TNT charges. Steeling myself for some kind of control, I gently rubbed the side of my hand along her mound, feeling the tempting body heat and moisture that was hidden, but only from view, by a brief pair of cotton panties.
"Angie tightened her grip around my neck and started methodically rubbing my bulge with the same kind of anxious tempo which I was applying to her tempting cunny. 'Ooooohh, Uncle Lee,' she whispered excitedly, 'that feels sooo good right there! Promise, scout's honor, that you won't stop?'
"I probably nodded or did something else that answered her because she didn't press me further. Slowly, the left hand that had so peacefully been resting at my side found a new life and wandered over to cover her gently moving, delicate little girl hand and guide it in motions more conducive toward a good feeling. She had been rubbing too lightly, so I pressed down on it so that her hand could cup and grip my hardness and get used to the feel.
"I slid down a little in the chair so I'd have more room to move. I couldn't afford to get up and walk the two of us over to something much more comfortable for fear it would break her mood and I was in no condition to accept that just at the moment. Slowly, I pulled down my zipper and guided her tiny, searching hand to my hardness, covered only by the thin jockey shorts.
"Angie took it from there, poking around until she.found the opening, then diving in and pulling my cock out of its prison. I wrapped her hand around it-it just barely fit-and steered her fingers in the proper handling and motion which would make the dojly feel much, much better after this game of house.
" 'It's soooo big, Uncle Lee,' she cooed. "I like the way your dolly feels! Does your dolly like what I'm doing?'"
"I kept my mouth closed so my loud breathing and panting wouldn't scare her away. 'Yesssss, Angie,' I hissed, 'my dolly likes you verrrrry much!' I still kept my hand over hers,' not only because I wanted to show her how to do it but also because I couldn't afford to have her stop just yet.
"Slowly and nervously my one finger crept between Angie and the legband of the pantie. She moved her hips up just a little bit and I managed to ease it over her slit with little or no trouble at all. Oh, it was a little cramped but it fit and with a little room in which to wiggle.
"As soon as she felt the tip of my finger on her tiny clitoris, Angie started to moan. I didn't have to worry about any sounds because there was no one with us-just two dogs and a cat. 'Does that feel good, my little cherry tree?' I asked hoarsely. 'Uncle Lee just wants to make you feel good.'
"She nuzzled in as close as she could get in the hollow by my shoulder bone, but this time looking down, directly into my lap. 'Yesssss,' she whispered, 'it feels real good!'
"This, Uncle Lee, I thought wistfully, is your twenty-fifth birthday present to yourself. For this you don't even need gift wraps! I gently rubbed and caressed the tiny pebblelike nub with the ball of my finger, occasionally pressing down firmly and moving in circular motions that I knew, from word-of-mouth tales, almost always excited a female, young or old. Angie was really getting excited and she raised her leg carefully, inching it over my quivering thigh muscles until it almost stuck out at a right angle from her body. She kept it fairly stiff, but it did help me get more motion into my finger.
"I was tempted to tear her panties off right then and there but I realized, fortunately, that I had to be extremely careful not to frighten or abuse her or that would be the end of our games, present and future.
"She was trying to make herself as comfortable as she could, and I knew that if I could only hold out she might make the first move in suggesting we make ourselves more comfortable-say, on the sofa in the corner.
"I could tell she was interested in watching her hand movements on my cock and in seeing how I moved her hand. It was almost as if she were trying to remember every little move-for future reference, maybe?
"My fingers were getting muscle cramps, twisting and squirming their painful way between the tight pantie band and her flesh. Her little cunny felt so good, so different-you understand? It was smooth and hairless and I knew it had never before been touched-at least not by any adult.
"I managed to squirm my second finger in the area of her pussy hole and gently, oh, so gently, insert it in the fragile, virginal opening. It was warm and wet even though I knew she was still too young to really be able to come-climax, I mean. The folds of skin parted easily and I must not even have pained her in the slightest, because she didn't even twitch.
"Even though my eyes were still partially open, I don't recall seeing anything. I had wicked thoughts of Angie being a child whore, deliberately seeking out to debase me and to destroy any vestiges of my person, as well as conflicting images of her being an angelic virgin, pawn of my depraved lust.
"The child lover broke into my dreams. 'Do you feel good playing house with me, Uncle Lee?' she queried. The question thrilled me, and I propelled her body toward me with the inside of my arm. Once nearer, I kissed her gently and passionately along her neck and the sides of her face while my hips took on their own action and ground, in little tight circles, under her fragile but sexually exciting frame.
"She responded well to my kisses-unfortunately, I really had to restrain myself at that point or I might have more violently attacked her, due, of course, to my uncontrolled and uncontrollable excitement-even hugging me tightly and swaying her body from one side to the other during this kind of embrace.
"The future, Angie's age, my age, Angie's parent-nothing mattered just then. Not even my education and climb toward a difficult-to-earn degree. She was responding quite well-magnificently, in fact. I released her hand from my guiding grip and let her jack me off totally on her own, only occasionally returning to dictate the proper pressure and motions to use.
"Angie has always been an ingenious child and, before I could fully realize what she was intending to do, she had reached fully inside my shorts and began caressing my balls and even moving as far back as the crack of my ass. Instead of forcing her to return to my burning cock, I took over and inched toward the edge of the chair so that every part of me could feel her deliciously groping fingers.
"Slowly I managed to raise myself off the chair, still clumsily maintaining my fingerhold in her precious cunny, and tug at my trousers. Soon they were down, but just to my knees.
"Angie's eyes were open wide and I could see that she was fascinated as well as excitingly interested in my dolly and the rest of it. She mumbled something about my being 'ohhhh, soo hairy!' but she never stopped her exploration routine.
"I was getting a bit nervous at this point. My cock sorely needed a strong, expert jacking-off -a treatment which, I found, I handled very nicely myself or with the generous help of a girl I'd been dating-and Angie was just too young and unskilled to really know what was going on.
"Her delicate fingertips lightly explored the hairy mattress covering my legs and sticking out from under my shirt. She seemed fascinated by it-fascinated by me-and not frightened in the least.
" 'If I tell you a secret, do you promise you'll tell no one?' she whispered covertly. 'Not even my mommy and daddy?'
"I nodded my head slowly, wondering what I was letting my trembling body in for this time. 'Yes, I promise, scout's honor.'
"She squeezed my balls together in the palm of her hand and massaged gently over them. 'Well,' she continued in her very secret kind of voice, 'I've played house like this with some of the boys in school.' Then she paused, waiting for me to flinch or show some other sign of disapproval, I guess.
"I said nothing, although her revelation was guiding my till then restrained fingers into a rapid kind of whirlpool-they pressed more firmly on her clit, occasionally allowing another finger to squirm in and caress around the bare pubic mound.
"My voice was quavering as I spoke. 'What do you do with your boyfriends, Angie?' I asked, wanting and needing desperately to see her totally naked with me, in a more comfortable and conducive position.
"'All sorts of things, Uncle Lee,' she tittered. 'When we play house, we experiment - you know, like doctors and nurses experiment. We touch each other all over and see what really feels good.' She squirmed in my lap, then started poking at my shirt, saying, 'And besides, when we play house, we take all our clothes off!'
"Those words, that devilish look on her sweet face!
" 'Do you want us to take our clothes all off?' she asked.
"I licked nervously at my mouth, worrying about the time-there was no clock that I could see in the den-about being caught. Finally, after what seemed to me a lengthy and uncomfortable silence, I answered, hoarsely croaking, 'Yesss, Angie, let's do that.'
"She jumped up and off my lap suddenly, unzipped her jumpsuit dress, and slipped out of it and her panties leaving only her stockings and shoes on. Then she came over and helped me remove my trousers, already partly off, and my shirt, then my shorts, until I too had only my shoes and stockings on.
"Angie started playfully tickling me and we rolled, merrily, deliriously happy like two animal cubs, rolling onto the cushy softness of the studio couch. She pounced on me, innocently straddling my hips, with my excited cock pointing right up her virginal cunny.
"Slowly she lowered herself down on my pole until the head was pressed right against the tiny opening. She held it at the base and gently caressed herself with the head, laughing and giggling in her sweet, young, and blissful innocence.
" 'This is one of the experiments we do,' she said, laughing, 'Just like this. Ooohh, it always feels so nice, like a big feather tickling me right there.' Her twinkling blue eyes danced as they finally focused on my painfully contorted face. 'All the boys like this. Do you, Uncle Lee, huh, do you?' she continued.
"I brought my hands up gently, and carefully placed them on her fragile hips. 'Yes, yes, Angie, it feels nice and good. I like it,' I whispered. 'What else do you do?'
"Angie's cherubic face flushed just a bit and she leaned her blonde curl-framed face toward me, cooing and whispering. 'Well, sometimes I get so excited when we play house that-well, I, uh, I pee on it!'
"My entire body convulsed at the sound and import of what this child was unwittingly doing to my nerves. I'd never before dreamed it possible to be excited at what would seem an obvious perversion of nature-urinating on a throbbing, erect cock, especially not my own-but I was! Terribly excited and eager for her to do it to me!
" Are-are you that excited now, Angie?' I croaked.
" 'Oooh, yesss! Uncle Lee, I'm going to do it to you!' she whistled breathlessly. 'I'm going to do it just like I do it to Albert. That's the boy I specially like to play house with!'
"I tightened my grip on her hips, holding her still and directly over my poised cock so ready to strike all the way home but not daring. 'I'm ready for any way you want to play house, Angie,' I mumbled hoarsely. 'And you'll be my special little girl from now on. We can always play house, whenever you want to!'
"She wiggled excitedly, then slowly reached down and put her fingers on her smooth hairless mound, snaking them down until they came to rest tucked within the delicate folds of skin. 'I like to do this first,' she moaned. 'It feels better for me this way.'
"Angie began slowly to masturbate herself, the knuckles and lengths of her small fingers occasionally brushing against my burning, rock-hard shaft and setting off additional dynamite charges which exploded in my head and all around my trembling body.
"Her movements fascinated me and my eyes glued themselves to the up-down and circular motion which had started slowly but soon became blurred in its speed and intensity.
"Soon she was rocking herself over my cock, churning her tiny ten-year-old body in her innocent ecstasy, and then it came-at first a tiny trickle of glistening gold, warmly splattering then gushing fully and soaking my cock and crotch as well as the insides of my thighs.
"Absentmindedly, I think, her body crashed down but just enough to allow the head of my cock entry into her as yet virginal temple. Her sweet cunny was wet and wildly warm and I so much wanted to thrust up and ram myself all the way inside her sweet and tender young pussy.
"Her eyes snapped open wide when she felt the stiffness inside her. It wasn't fear I saw there; it was a new feeling, I noted quickly. She seemed to like it!
"'Ooohhh, Uncle Lee!' she squealed. 'Your dolly's soooo big!'
"I grunted, half in pain and half in elation. 'We mustn't do this!' I hissed. 'My dolly might hurt you. AH by accident, of course-but we wouldn't want that to happen!'
"She accepted that rather ruefully and made no move to remove my tempted cock from her delicate pussy. Instead, she held it, right where it stuck out of her cunny, and kept it very still while she wiggled her hips on it. She closed her eyes and tossed her head back, moaning softly to herself.
"I was frightened, and very carefully began to discuss another thing she'd like just as much but which wouldn't be quite so dangerous. 'Uh, Angie,' I panted, 'why don't you come and lay over here by your uncle's side like a nice girl, uh, and I'll ... I'll show you something that feels nice like that-just as good-and I promise it'll never, never hurt you!'
"I was praying that she'd agree and then I could use my hands and fingers with much more safety and assurance that I wouldn't get carried away and do something to this child that I might have good reason to regret later. I was trying desperately to control my rampaging emotions and calm down, but everytime I started to talk myself into some sort of relative calm, Angie would wiggle or do something else to excite me and bring my blood to a lavalike boil in danger of spilling over.
"Once at my side, she lay in an extremely enticing position: on her back (at my left side) with her right leg thrown over my left and coming to rest between my legs with her delicate form just barely touching around my cock and balls. Her beautiful cunny was spread wide open and her left hand, resting on the mound, was finding its way in.
"Slowly, I twisted myself around until I was half on my side, facing her, and I caressed her gently and tenderly with my fingertips-fortunately, they weren't hard and calloused then - titillating and inviting the soft, young flesh to give in to my invitation for a warm game of house play.
"I once again explored the area soon to become the root of Angie's femininity, only this time without the confines of tight pantie bands and upright seating positions. She braced herself on my body and the edge of the sofa, raising her hips slightly, but enough to give me a decided exploration advantage and more freedom of movement.
"She was an extremely sensual child and my whirling mind spun visions of what she would be like in, say five or six years-a fireball spider, spinning deliciously exciting yet imprisoning webs around any and almost every male who'd dare to come within a yard of her sensuality.
"Angie was beginning to pant and moan now, my assurance that she really was enjoying all this as much as I surely was. Her body, now raised so slightly in the air, began to bob and sway as she met my every motion, adding more thrust to my most gentle maneuvers until she was frenziedly twitching, twisting, and bobbing, and my fingers were furiously diddling her knob -taking great care to maintain a safe depth in her cunny hole so as not to pierce anything there. There would be time enough for all that.
" 'Mmmmmmmm, Uncle Lee!' she panted in high-pitched voice, excited and overwhelmed. 'It's sooooo good, feels soo nice!'
"I wiggled my left arm under her twitching body to kind of hold her still and to help her hold herself in that same position. The sweat was pouring off me; even my hair was sopping wet. I could hear my heart loudly thumping and echoing its urgency in my spinning brain.
"She started to relax her until now tense little body. I could see that she was tiring of this slightly-perhaps it was because she couldn't really climax as yet-and I was feeling a bit disappointed and let down even though my cock was still mightily poised and unsatisfied with the action."
"I saw her hand groping, trying to reach my cock. That is when I got my idea for further instruction in the game of house. 'You like my dolly, don't you, Angie?' I panted.
"Angie shook her head vigorously, telling me that she did like it. The words choked in my throat at first, but then I slowly whispered, 'Have you ever kissed a dolly?'
"Her eyes shot up to my face, curious and devilishly inquisitive. She silently replied in the negative, tossing her moist curls from side to side. 'But,' she added, looking down at my hairy crotch, 'I've kissed Albert there. He doesn't have a dolly like yours yet but he says it'll be like that when he gets older and bigger.'
"I looked at her lovingly and attempted to tousle her hair as I so often did when we played around innocently before all this. She seemed to understand what I was trying to say and replied by completely relaxing her body and letting it flop flat on the sofa, dislodging my titillating fingertips from her sweet cunny. Slowly she sat up and asked me to do the same. I groaned my disapproval but sat up anyway.
"Acting naive, I let my child lover guide me in the proper position-sitting on the edge of the sofa, spreading my legs, and planting my soles firmly in the shag rug. She slid off and crouched between them, giggling nervously, her smooth oval face flushed a bright twinkling pink-rose.
" 'If you don't like it, you'll tell me, won't you?' I asked nervously.
"She looked at my cock, then lightly wrapped her small fingers around its base and slid her hand all the way up, leaving only the cherry-colored crown peering out of her closed fist. 'It's big, Uncle Lee,' she whispered, then bent her head toward it and, strangely enough, rubbed her cheek against it much like a kitten would do to your hand or leg.
"Delicious, burning meteoric sparks flashed through me. I'd never felt that before! And I used to think I'd really been around!
"Slowly then, she tilted her head toward it and I could see the delicate salmon colored tip of her tongue peeking from between her pouting child's lips, aiming right for the side of my cock! She continued this motion of her head toward my burning 'dolly' until it hit-and I felt the full charge of her cool wetness caressing my cock, lapping at it gently but with a certain kind of 'I've been here before' attitude which I found very strange in a child her age.
"The only irritation was that she punctuated her delightful ministrations with a running dialogue-exciting, but annoying at the same time. "I learned how to do this from one of my best girl friends,' she whispered, then kissed my cock again. 'She's much older than me, but all the boys really like it the way she does it and, when we all started playing house, she'd be kind of like a supervisor, you know. She'd tell us all what to do that really feels good...."
"I couldn't speak. Even though I wanted, most definitely, to find out much, much more about this girl friend, my throat was so dry and my lips so parched that nothing came out even though I think I formed the words.
"Angie pulled back from my cock, kissed it loudly several times then formed her tiny mouth into a delicate oval and covered the burning ridge of my cock head with its coolness. I could see her mouth stretching and straining madly to get it in her, but, unfortunately for both of us, her mouth was still too small and we-mostly myself-just had to be content with her mouth covering the tip.
"I saw her hand snaking down her belly and into her vee again. Slowly she began to diddle herself, lightly bobbing on her legs and kind of jerking her small hips back and forth. I placed her hand as much around the base of my cock as possible, even holding my own hand around hers and slowly moving both of them up and down my rigid shaft while her head bobbed up and down in my lap.
"Finally, finding my tongue, I interrupted the rapturous silence. "Uh, Angie ... no, don't stop! My dolly is a boy dolly, like Albert's, and, uh, you see, it, uh, it spits when it gets real happy. It's nothing... it won't hurt you, I promise ... so don't get scared, okay?'
"She looked up at me as much as she could without raising her head, and I knew she understood. Slowly I placed my hands on top of her head and gently pressed down so she was forced to take more of my burning cock into her mouth. Then I moved the one hand back on top of hers that was still jerking on the base part.
"I squeezed it firmly and applied finger-pressure so I could come better. I could feel the first rumbles and I knew it wouldn't be long before it would all be over-for this time, at least. I knew I had to come, couldn't stop it, but I didn't want this time of ours to end, not so soon.
"Whenever Angie needed to take a breath, she'd raise her head almost off my rod and take her breath while she licked around the crown and sides. It was beautiful!
"The tremors started rocking my roots and I could even feel the tiny hairs of my ass start to bristle as hot waves shot through me.
" 'Angie, oh, Angie, baby, he's going to spit!' I groaned loudly, almost a cry of pain. 'Just take it in your mouth ... that's all you have to do! Just take it in your mouth, baby, uh, aaaaahhh ... that's all, baby ... oooh, my baby girl .. . OOOH!'
"Her little cheeks had been puffing and hollowing until now, but, after the first trickle of come, they puffed and I thought I could see her gulping madly ... never once flinching or making a face of dislike ... just gulping and still sucking on my cock for more. Every inch of me was shaking and it was as if the come not only gushed but was torn, literally torn, out of me. I had brought both hands on top of her head and even though I imagine I was pushing her down pretty hard and my hips were coming up pretty fast, she took it all, baby ... she took it all!
"I still couldn't believe she was swallowing it ... it didn't seem like she could or would ... but she did! I could see little drops beginning to streak out the corners of her delicate mouth, but, once she was up, momentarily, her tiny pointed salmon tongue flicked out and absorbed those, too. She returned again to my cock and continued sucking and licking until I couldn't take it again and had to stop her.
"Then I saw why she hadn't stopped. Her little ass was bouncing and jiggling wildly and her hand was moving so fast I could hardly see it. I wiggled my hips quickly back and forth, pumping, lightly into her still sucking, hollowing and puffing, cheeks and she squeezed firmly at the base, still jerking on my spent cock.
"I let out a deep, relaxed sigh of relief and rested back on my hands until she was through, at which time she crawled up on the couch next to me and curled herself at my side like a fluffy little kitten that just asks to be petted and loved. My Angie, my sweet cherry tree!"
The narrator, in this instance a 25-year-old veterninary student, is, initially it would seem, in a position much similar to Vladimir Nabokov's Humbert Humbert who was seduced by Lolita in the now famed Lolita.
Too often the seducers become the victims, as in the above-mentioned instance wherein the young girl literally had the mature man around her fingertips, always ready to serve her, because of the crush he'd developed on her.
The psychologist treating Lee H., narrator of this case history, found the development of the Lolita syndrome fascinating yet atypical of what may result from such an attraction. In this instance, Lee claimed a genuine love situation had developed after a period of months and he could not rid himself of his child lover even if he'd really wanted to. The determination of whether or not heterosexual gerontophilia (i.e. love of the aged, as displayed by Angie) is abnormal is nearly an impossible thing. Who shall be the judge of what is the "proper" limit in the matter of age between two people in love? There are many additional factors involved, including the maturity of one, or the immaturity of the other party, and so forth.
In his Letters from the Sexually Disturbed, Aaron J. Abelard made reference to the fact that gerontophilia, even in a heterosexual relationship, may be rooted in early psychological conditioning, but then so is the so-called "normal" love. The best, it would seem, that can be said about this rather "unusual" condition is that perhaps it may only be considered abnormal when it provides the motivation for other abnormal acts and circumstances.
The instance related within this chapter cannot be considered uncommon. As I've noted previously, and will mention again, incestuous relationships are very infrequently reported. This instance, however, was reported, a circumstance due only to the fact that the 25-year-old uncle was caught flagrante delicto by the child's mother, as we shall see in the continuation of this narrative. It would not have been noted otherwise, according to the patient, because there was "too much enjoyment between us."
Dr. Ellis has once noted that repression of individual desires is said to be one of the many conflicting attitudes which lead to incest. Again considering the human element, we can only say that there is not one person who is not capable of entertaining, or does not at one time or another entertain, thoughts of such a "romance." There we have the core of the public's attitude, horrified though now changing, toward incestuous relationships: fear.
It is this fear multiplied which is not only the assaultive result but, too often, a direct cause of incestuous relations. The fear of inadequacy may often drive an older man or woman into a child's arms. The fear of stigma often causes an overreaction to the relationship and adds more scars than need be attached. It is this same fear, when personified and verbalized, that makes what may have been an enjoyable series of entertaining incidents with a relative, into a "traumatic experience." Fear....
As Roger Blake had noted, in his book The Encyclopedia of Abnormal Sex, the pedophilic behavior exhibited by Lee, herein termed "occasional pedophilia," is a syndrome the term for which was derived from an ancient Greek term which originally meant "love of boys." In current usage, this term is used in reference to a perverse desire for erotic or sexual relations with children of either sex.
In the field of psychosexual pathology, e.g., a noted book by Dr. Frank Caprio, Variations in Sexual Behavior, the term pedophilia is used to describe that form of compulsive deviation in which an adult engages in sexual contact with a child. "There are many sex offenders who seek sexual gratification by enticing children of various ages," Caprio adds, "to participate in sexual activities involving either fellatio, pederasty, cunnilingus, or fondling of the sexual organs."
John F. Trimble, Ph.D., in his book Pedophilia, states that just to get an idea of how prevalent this practice is in our nation alone, one need but look at certain of the many available statistics. He further notes that the annual report of the Federal Bureau of Investigation becomes a revelation of arrests: fifty to sixty thousand adults are arrested annually for charges of statutory rape, violations of chastity, and a varied assortment of sex offenses-mainly against minors from age eight to fourteen.
"These figures, however," Trimble adds, "do not tell even half the story. For every sexual offense against a minor that is reported to officials, dozens more go unreported, either because of the children who actually enjoy the relationship or are afraid to report it, or parents who have no desire to become involved with the police."
According to the well-known Kinsey statistics, there are figures in "proof that approximately fifty-five percent of all those females having reported sexual contact with adults by the age of thirteen have also stated that the adult person involved was either a close friend or a relative. To a measureable degree, uncles, fathers, brothers, and even grandfathers had become involved with a youngster.
We continue, therefore, with the narrative of the seduced uncle.
" 'Uncle Lee,' she whispered gaily, 'now can I tell you about my favorite girl friend?'
"I'd hoped that she would but, realizing her age, I thought she'd forget and go on to something else. 'Why, yes,' I choked, 'I'd love to hear about this talented friend of yours. What's her name?'
"She told me the girl's name was Roberta and that she was going on fifteen, but looked about twelve or so. Angie wanted me to meet Roberta so she could show Roberta what she could do, and then, if we all got along, maybe Roberta would teach her some more, using me as a model, of course. I was fascinated and more than a little excited even though I couldn't muster the energy for another hard on.
"We put our clothes on-what shame!-and sat around just talking until I decided that it was time for Angie to go to bed. Her eyes were twinkling with the newfound secret we shared.
"The following weekend, Angie's parents called me to ask me to stay with Angie the weekend since they were going out of town. It was like an eagerly awaited present! Even though I'd been balling with my fiancee all that week, it wasn't the same as it had been before Angie. My dreams were filled with harem-type visions of Angie's nakedness and her delightful way of sucking my cock, the excitement of our secret plans, which would now include Roberta. ...
"When the weekend finally arrived I told my girl that I'd be taking care of an elderly relative and wouldn't be available for the duration. Reluctantly, she accepted my excuse, and I went again to meet my child lover.
"Angie's parents soon left and, to make doubly certain that they were indeed gone, we sat around innocently chatting for almost an hour. She left me for a moment; then she returned and said that her friend would be over any minute. It had all been arranged. Roberta informed her parents that she'd be with a girl friend for the weekend, not saying which friend lest her parents telephone to check on her. In less than fifteen minutes, she was there.
"For all the tales I'd heard about Roberta, I'd expected a girl-much more worldly in appearance. Instead, I found a lightly freckled, auburn-haired young lady, childlike in her innocent manner and proper carriage. I was surprised and, perhaps, a bit let down because I thought surely this must be some kind of a bad joke.
"We went into the den, again with the television being the main source of light, and made ourselves comfortable on the studio couch from the previous memorable occasion. I was just beginning to truly feel my disappointment when I felt Roberta's hand sliding along my thigh and expertly finding and unzipping my fly without the slightest hesitation.
"She pushed me back on the couch until only my feet were dangling and I was flat on my back. Angie had taken off her pajama bottoms, I noticed, and jumped up-standing over my face -on the couch. As I watched, her fingers slid to her hairless cunny and, looking down on my face, contorted though it would seem, she started diddling herself, slowly at first.
"Roberta was methodically squeezing my now freed and iron-hard cock and I could feel her hot breath tingling the expectant flesh. I didn't see her first come down on it but I felt her mouth engulf it-at least halfway-and felt the tiny prickles as her teeth, it seemed, scraped the sides.
"Angie's friend was all I'd expected her to be, and even more. I don't know where a kid her age learned to suck cock like that, but I did know that a few of my old girl friends could stand a couple of lessons! She knew exactly where to hold it, the right pressure to apply both with her fingers and her teeth, and what kind of sucking to use where. I imagined she'd really be a party favorite in a relatively few years, if she wasn't already.
"Angie, still standing, straddling my chest with her skinny little legs, was grinding her hips back and forth as if with an imaginary male, but still looking down at me with her devilish 'I dare you' attitude. I was fascinated by the pinkness and freshness of her slit, the folds of skin now so gently moving from side to side as she ministered herself with the fingers which had given me so much pleasure.
"Slowly, as if on cue, Angie bent her knees and I found her sweet cunny not two inches from my face, teasing me unmercifully while it ground in tiny circles over my bewildered eyes.
"My hands were free, so I reached up and grabbed her small hips, forcing her all the way down. My mouth was open, salivating and eagerly waiting that first contact. All hell broke loose at that moment. My tongue lashed out again and again, tasting that rare delicacy offered to few: an innocent cunny. It burrowed deeply between her dainty lips, then stretched and lashed from her asshole to her clit and back again, wildly and greedily tasting the forbidden fruit.
"Angie started moaning, in a whimpering way at first then deteriorating into groans of real excitement. I held her over my face and soon her little fingers found their way into my hair, wrapping themselves in its thickness and occasionally pulling unintentionally as our bodies fused.
"I felt Roberta's semideveloped breasts bouncing and jiggling across my thighs, and then I felt her body slide down until she was positioned between my quivering legs, her bare pussy perched atop my foot and grinding lightly against it. Her long hair cascaded across my crotch and thighs, adding still another titillating element to this most unusual orgy. She had a firm grip on my stem, pressing, I would presume from the feel of it, with her thumb and forefinger and easing it up and down while she laved the rest of my cock with her whipping tongue-darting, lashing, squirming and experienced tongue!
"Angie's cunny was smashed up against my face now and my nose had become jammed up to the bone of her mound, affording me precious little breathing space. She was moaning something like 'Oooohhhh, Uncle Lee!' in a childish, squealing voice which had a strange tendency to jar and excite me at the same time.
"My yearning tongue snaked up into her, wiggling its way into the tiny opening and squirming and burrowing still further up once inside. The design on her frilly pajama tops danced in a haze over my eyes, creating eerie patterns which mingled strangely with the heat in this corner of the room. I felt a slight discomfort as I still had my pants on and they were tugging and tangling with my hairs and twisting themselves around me.
"I felt a jarring cold as Roberta lifted her head off my cock and began pumping it rapidly up and down with her hand and stabbing at it with the tip of her tongue, on and around the head. It shook me and I could almost feel every hair on my body stand at attention. Smoothly, she covered the rim with the oval frame of her mouth and plunged downward until it was once again engulfed in her opening. Then she pulled up, allowing her teeth to scrape the sides in a manner I'd never before experienced.
"My baby girl was now bouncing on my face, squealing in her delight and moaning passionately. Every so often, she'd raise up off me, so that only the very tip of my tongue could possibly reach her, and sway her hips in small circles until my tongue was at the opening, then she'd come down again, piercing herself on my tongue. Once when she jerked up, she missed the cue and came down on my face while my tongue was circling her asshole. In it shot-right up her ass! She seemed to like it.
"Quite suddenly she tore away from my clutching fingers and, before I had realized what was happening, turned around so that her ass cheeks were now facing my eyes and she was on her knees, straddling my chest.
"Angie crouched lower until I found my tongue burrowing and lapping from front to rear, everywhere it could possibly get-and then I felt it. Another mouth down by my crotch, only this one was kissing, nibbling, and licking across my belly and hips! Her fingers lightly traced the patterns of my dark curly hairs. The more she kissed and licked, the wilder my tongue got until I almost thought I was burning a hole right through her!
"I knew that Roberta stood up not only because suddenly there was no mouth on my cock, but because I felt my thick, mushroomlike head being poked up into her pussy while her fingers still held it tightly and jacked it at the base.
"This evening was one of the most exciting I'd ever known. One girl child straddling my face, the other straddling my thighs with my cock forcing its way up into her and being jerked off at the same time!
"I heard loud smacking and sucking noises, but I couldn't see because Angie's ass was waving and twisting itself over me so that my tongue felt like a corkscrew plunging in and out of both holes. One time, though, when Angie's ass came up to give me a moment of breathing room, I jerked my head up to be met with a vision that looked remarkably like one from some of the adult orgies in which I'd previously been involved.
"Angie was propping herself up by resting a hand on my hip and crazily balancing on it while, with the other hand, she was kneading Roberta's small but fully formed breast. The girls were locked in a heated kiss, their heads moving in unison from side to side, punctuated only by moans and groans and the sound of loud smacks and sucking.
"Roberta was bouncing up and down on my cock, which was now about halfway up inside her, holding it with the same fingers which she was apparently using to masturbate herself as well.
"I grabbed for Angie's hips and pulled them down over my face, screwing my tongue into her tight little asshole, my nose jammed into the crack. While I did that, I freed one of my hands and inserted just the tip of one finger into her cunny, wiggling it gently as I explored her virginal hole. As I did this, Angie seemed electrified. She increased the whirling, bobbing tempo of her whole body, even though I felt her straining for Roberta who, by now, had crouched as much as she could and, somehow without tearing herself open, had. managed to slide down about half an inch from the base of my cock.
"I still heard the loud sucking and kissing but by now I'd managed to hold Angie fairly still and had found the tiny nub of her clit, gently clamping it between my teeth and rolling it back and forth like a smooth pebble. My finger, though fairly thick, was sliding in and out smoothly and, when I applied my tongue once again to her asshole, it took over on Angie's clit.
"Too bad, I thought, that she wasn't yet old enough to come. If she had been, this would surely be one of her greatest experiences!
"I felt my cock slide out of Roberta's hole and then I felt something like a hot wetness, covering it completely and dripping all over everything. Roberta was still holding it and now she masturbated both of us by applying just the tip to her clitoris and jerking on it wildly for several minutes before she again pushed it in her as far as she could.
"My groping fingers stretched as far as they possibly could until they, at last, found the pimply buds that would soon be blossoming out into a pair of gorgeous tits. My touch on those sensitive buds seemed to excite Angie still more and she ground down on my face, this time more insistently, cutting my hands off from further exploration.
"Tenderly, she caressed my belly and around the bush. I pulled my face away from Angie's ass and let my tongue wander across her cool cheeks, occasionally taking some of her sweet flesh into my mouth and rolling it between my teeth as I had her clit.
"I guess Angie was getting a bit uncomfortable in her crouching position because she abruptly raised herself and rolled over so that the only ones still involved were Roberta and myself. Now I had the chance to do what had been racing through my mind ever since I felt my cock in the other young girl's pussy....
"She stayed between my legs as I raised myself up and put my arms around her hips. She was a bigger and better built girl than she had at first appeared to be and, in the heat of passionate excitement, a little older-looking, too.
"At my guiding touch, Roberta moved with me, even going so far as to come and lay down on the still warm sofa-under me. She spread her legs knowingly and quickly, further easing my hasty entry into her cunt. I meant to be gentle, but she slammed up against me like a wildcat and began raking her fingers across my back.
"My cock needed no further invitation and I began furiously and uncontrollably to drive myself into her, not even caring that she might tear. She made no pleading noises, just moans and gasps everytime I drove my shaft in deeper. For such a young girl, she'd surely been around with somebody!
"Angie was propped up by the headboard, furiously finger-fucking herself, eyes closed and head thrown carelessly back in her own special state of total oblivion. Roberta was mumbling and muttering cooing sounds between gasps for air and I was totally freaked out, not knowing or caring what I was doing.
"I drove myself deeply into her, screwing her into the sofa cushions, and suddenly felt the fragile bomb burst inside my gut, shootingits creamy seed out and up into a fifteen-year-old womb like an exploding rocket.
"Roberta felt my come, too, and she threw her legs up into the air, clutching at my hips and trying, I guess, to hold my hips still so she could feel it.
"Just then a strange and angry voice screeched, piercing my eardrums.
" 'My baby!! Oh, my good God, what have you done to my baby!'
"I froze; Roberta stiffened; Angie seemed to go into a state of absolute shock. My body seemed disconnected, like a puppet on a wire cord, as I stumbled to my feet, dazedly turning around to face . .. her mother!
"That's how I got here, and that's how I got to talking to you. It doesn't seem right that doing what you want to do can possibly be wrong-especially when everybody involved is really enjoying it. Can it?"
BOXBOY IN THE MORNING
"Lonny is the world's most perfect boxboy, working for me in the morning, for the local supermarket in the afternoon.
"The time when my grandson, Lonny, got into a bit of trouble with some cheap hussy-a girl he'd met at school who'd just recently come into our town-provided a perfect outlet for me to plug an open-end invitation for his company.
"Although Lonny was only fourteen, going on fifteen, he was a good-sized boy, strong and muscular everywhere you would look. Oh, I'd never dreamed he'd be so beautiful-so good for me, I mean.
"I'd never noticed Lonny before he started working just down the street from me at A-'s Market. He was, after all, just my grandson, you understand, and relatives aren't supposed to even think of such things. It took the many admiring eyes and clucking tongues of all the neighborhood ladies to fully take hold of my attention.
"You see, I'm in a very unique position. I'm a respected and much admired member of our medium-sized community to my many acquaintances, and a well-preserved and free-swinging hedonist to my large circle of mutual friends and an out-of-town escort service, well-known for their fine service.
"Lonny's parents, fortunately for me, didn't quite know how to handle the boy, especially after the scandal with that girl, Vera-what's'ername. They knew, however, that I was very fond of him and so, as luck would have it, asked if I'd like to have him come and stay with me, working and living in my society.
"I'd shared many boys Lonny's age with some of my dearest friends who repaid the favors in kind. As soon as they got a gander of my grandson, their tongues were wagging and I could almost see every dripping cunt hair twitching on each one of them. It took a bit of coolheaded explaining to advise them that this was not a paid escort but a relative and an innocent one at that.
"Oh, I don't know how long it actually was, but one thing led to another, and before I knew it I was very interested in planning for ways in which my youthful charge could offer his grandmother various comforts-let us say, less familial and more physical.
"I decided to go for broke, as they say, and throw one of my regular parties. I called all of my friends, asking them to bring an escort as usual, and some of the many younger swingers I'd played with before. Oooohh, I wanted him so much! Just to taste him, to feel him inside me - just then. I had a mad crush on him!
"That night I tiptoed into his room about three hours after he'd gone to bed. He'd had a rough day and, luckily, was sound asleep. His room was cloaked in a heavy ebony darkness and I knew he couldn't make out my face unless he turned on the light. He wouldn't have much energy for that, I mused, not after the mild sedative and aphrodisiac I'd served him at our late dinner.
"After I'd pulled down the covers, I felt, rather than saw, that his gorgeous prick was just as I'd expected it to be-waiting for me, excitingly hard and sensitive. I knew from a past experience that once I touched him he wouldn't care whose pussy he was fucking just so long as it was a slick, hot cunt.
"I had absolutely no qualms about having some sex with Lonny because I knew from my grapevine that he'd been around with the girls and most certainly didn't mind a bit of sweet nookey every now and then. He was a sharp kid, smart in every department, and I was ready.
"He was lying there, peaceful and unsuspecting of the beautiful morning I had in store for him, sprawled on his back, the right foot tucked in partially under the left.
"Coolly and impatiently I slipped out of my dressing gown, leaving only the skimpy negligee to stand between our bodies for the moment. My frosted shoulder-length hair was moist from the excitement I'd undergone after our dinner and even the roots seemed to tickle me in their expectation.
"I reached for him then, quickly unsnapping the fly of his pajamas and freeing his imprisoned cock, holding it gently between my fingers. He mumbled and stirred a bit, but didn't awaken. I held my hair back with one hand and bent toward it, to kiss it with my inflamed passion and arouse Lonny.
"His cock, so young and helpless in my eager grip, came to its full bloom as my cool lips brushed against the rubbery mushroomlike tip and flitted its way down to the boy's still fuzzy pubic bush. Carefully, planning for the most excitement in the shortest period of time, I gently nipped at the sides and around the base, letting my familiarity with the 'terrain' take its usual expert course.
"When Lonny mumbled again, I could understand him most clearly. He said, 'Ooohh,that feels so good!' I guess he thought he was in some kind of a beautiful wet dream. He'd soon find out that it was not a dream, that he was doing it!
"I wanted nothing to go wrong, so I'd steeled myself mentally not to speak. When he found me at his side in the morning, my message would be clear enough.
"Soon I felt his hands groping for, then cupping, my head as he pressed my face closer to his engorged shaft. His fingertips explored my head, then, seemingly satisfied that everything was all right, held it tightly as my mouth ovaled and engulfed his throbbing prick.
"There were no questions asked and his hands and bucking hips spoke for him, transmitting their inflammatory messages to my mouth and body. Regretfully, I remembered that I'd forgotten to bring my dildoe into the room and, not wanting to spoil anything for us, I decided that I could just as easily wait until Lonny filled me with his hardness. Tonight was definitely not the time for self-gratification.
"His cock was slender and felt much like the phallic candle I kept in my bathroom, except that his prick was more slender even than that. I was mildly disappointed, but then I considered his age and realized that he still had a bit of growing to do. Oh, I don't mean to say that his tool was small-by no means! It's just-well, perhaps I'm a bit jaded.
"I found myself in a kneeling position, my tits flatly and solidly smashed up against the steel, cold and unbending, of the bed railing. I don't remember if Lonny had slid over in that direction or if I'd dragged him over, but his one leg was dangling off the edge and at my side. His hips were jerkily slapping up into my face, and, as the jerks began to move in my direction and push me farther away from the bed, I concluded that he was indeed trying to stand up.
"I moved with him and my fourteen-year-old recruit slowly tottered to his feet, plunging the full length of his slender cock into my hungry mouth, filling my eager nostrils with the smell of him.
"He again placed his hands on my head, this time holding it still as he fucked into my sucking and slobbering mouth. I'd never enjoyed sucking a cock while in this rather uncomfortable position before, but I decided that this was probably the way he was used to doing it and there would be enough time later on for me to teach him some more exciting positions.
"I was becoming filled with the heat of long-withheld passions as I felt his spearlike cock plunging toward the back of my throat, aggressively and knowingly. I reached for and clawed at the smooth globes of his ass cheeks, and they twitched at my animallike touch. My fingers blindly raked down his already hairy legs and tried to ensnarl themselves in the matting they found.
"He was soon slamming into my bobbing head, his hips lunging as for a kill, and the seething mushroom-tip becoming a blazing point stabbing at my throat. I knew the powder I'd given him couldn't have made him quite this expert at the game, so I deduced that my grandson, Lonny, was probably one of the junior high school's great hot lovers. Lucky for his parents that I'd gotten my hands on him. I'd make something out of this boy. I was sure of it!
"I'd been thinking so much about what his cock was doing to my always hungry mouth that it wasn't until I felt the trickles down my thighs that I realized how much Lonny had really excited me! My whole body was sweaty and my nylon gown clung awkwardly to the moistness, crumpling and gluing itself to my oozing cunt.
"I tugged at it wildly, almost ripping it in several places, until I had it all the way up and somehow wrapped around my neck, the bulk of the material draping itself down my humping back. The cool night air on my clutching cunt only served to excite me that much more.
"An abrupt forward drive of Lonny's hips served more than sufficiently to sink at least five of the seven-plus inches of his thin, hard column of adolescent sex into the swirling, sucking vortex of my mouth. My heart was pounding so violently that I was sure I felt its beat in the pulse of my temples. My swirling, thirstily sucking mouth couldn't seem to get enough of Lonny even when the pistoning stabs slowed to a steady, driving rhythm, sliding easily in and out. I dug into his cheeks fiercely then and tightly fastened my mouth around the small fist of Lonny's cockhead. My now parched lips pressed into the ridge beneath the blood-engorged tip and I began to suck in earnest-toward a come, I mean-voraciously, lustily, as my empty cunt twitched, convulsed, and ground down onto air. I milked him as I'd milked so many other cocks, only this time, it seemed, more pleasurably, sliding my greedy lips up and down the length of his throbbing, pulsating hard on.
"I sucked with all the power still left in my now breathless lungs, nipping like a hungry, pecking animal on the rock-hard column of flesh tightly positioned between my clamping teeth. I used my groping hands to knead his ass and his bloated balls, tickle his puckered asshole and prepare for the rumbling charge of come before I plunged my teasing fingertip into Lonny's suddenly yielding asshole.
"I wanted to scream out loud and fill the entire house with my cries as the feeling of a million ants marching across my body overcame me. The ants were inside me, too, tearing at the walls of my cunt and taking the fucking walls apart as they marched on, tearing me piece by piece in a tingling and frenetic fashion.
"The slowed rhythm speeded up again as Lonny plunged his overheated piston deep into my throat, suddenly spurting his load of thick, bitter-salty-sweet come against the back of my throat so that I could only gurgle my appreciation while I hastily gulped and swallowed every drop of his love juice-the first batch for me.
"He staggered and fell back on the bed, clutching his licked-clean cock and moaning a mixed cry of pleasure and pain. I saw his fingertips seeking out the nightstand where he'd probably laid his cigarettes. I knew he smoked so I didn't try to stop him. Instead, I crawled over to it and found the small automobile-type lighter I'd stored there for so long. He didn't seem to notice anything strange or slightly familiar about his sex partner, or at least if he did, he didn't speak. I lit a cigarette for both of us, handed one to him, and brought myself up on the bed, curled at my grandson's side.
"Carefully, I snuggled up against him in the crook of his outstretched arm and, between smokes, stabbed at his chest playfully with my still eager and hungry tongue. My hand wandered down to the cool moistness and now limp figure of his temporarily satiated cock and I mused happily about the many good times Lonny and I would have this summer.
"We stubbed out our cigarettes at about the same time that my searching lips found the tiny erect tips of his nipples. I took one of them into my mouth, excitingly rolling it between my teeth and moaning softly, cooing my feelings to this boy I wanted so much! My fingers cradled his limpness and gently started to bring it to full life again as I raised my head toward his, seeking his sensual lips and tongue, wanting and needing to feel that part of him in me.
"It seemed as if he had the same in mind because his hand, the fingers entrenched and tangled in the mass of my hair, pulled my face toward his and our lips and teeth met and fused into a boiling passion as each tongue fought the other for its own satisfaction.
"Lonny's tongue was thick and seemed to fill my whole mouth, kind of like a miniature cock only with more freedom of movement, as it darted back and forth inside it. It seemed as if we were kissing for at least ten minutes before I felt the hardness returning to his cock, pulsating its impatience and charging through my fingertips.
"Waves of sensual excitement rippled through me and tore at every fiber of my being as my hand began its steady up-down motion, jerking his cock closer and closer to my hungry and gaping cunt.
"I tore at his body, forcing him to roll over and on top of me while I spread my legs wide apart to accommodate his slender form. We clawed at each other in our mad lust, betrayed only by our physical powers, as he so willingly came on me, aiming and passionately plunging the entire length of his stiffness into my gaping, oozing hole.
"I heard the squishing sound as one sex met the other and, try as I might to hold him steady, Lonny pulled back until only the passionately engorged head of his cock was still wetly nestled in me. My groping hands caressed him, gently attempting to pull him down so that I could feel every glorious inch of his cock, but he wouldn't move.
"His hoarse, grunting breaths echoed loudly in my spinning brain, each mumbled word blending into the other so as to form a collage of colorful sounds, as I felt the fiery surge and blazing trail of his cock all the way in.
"Our bellies were loudly slapping together as Lonny, propped up on his elbows, pistoned downward meeting my upward lunging cunt and hovering in midair for a brief second before coming apart. The nipples of my breasts felt like tiny pinpricks were doing a miniature fertility dance across them, snaking down my belly and kissing Lonny's plunging cock at my crotch. At this moment I no longer felt unsatisfied and jaded-I'd gotten what I'd dreamed of for so long, a satisfactory lover.
"Happily, I lifted my trembling legs and wrapped them around Lonny's thrusting hips, jerking when he did and feeling his cock jar me that much more. My wailing sighs and loud moans of pleasure filled the sex-scented room as my cock-warped mind spun fantastic incidents to be used for future gatherings of my friends.
"I knew for instance, that Ron P.-one of my regulars, a young boy who'd fucked just about everybody-would adore Lonny. He'd love his cock and asshole especially! I thought I could even see it already happening, but the bubble soon burst, pierced as Lonny's hot steel cock seared its way up and into my gut. My body wouldn't stay still and I found myself-quite out of my usual character, I might add-whipping myself all over the small double bed, jerking and twisting like a live wire and carrying Lonny's pistoning body merrily with me.
"The powder had worked beautifully. With it, used properly, a fuck could last indefinitely, it seemed. The harder my grandson plunged into me, the wetter my cunt got I didn't even need to put my quivering fingers down to my cunt hairs to know that they were coated with my juices, as was Lonny's bush.
"In a frenzied fit, I fingernail-furrowed deep trenches across Lonny's back, moving upward, toward his shoulders. My nails were always sharply filed and, for an instant, I thought I'd torn the skin. Somehow, just the idea of drawing blood, even though I've never been what one would call a 'sadistic woman,' was terribly exciting. My electric-charged fingers returned to the same spots again and again, clawing, raking, tearing at the sensitive and fragile adolescent flesh.
"He was beginning to tunnel more deeply now, his plunges quivering and of a slightly longer duration than the previous ones. The ants in my cunt were tearing at me again, this time expsoing bare nerve ends and leaving that part of my womanhood exposed to even the slightest movement of Lonny's pistoning shaft.
"I started to speak, but instead bit into his shoulder. I so much wanted to tell this young boy how much I wanted and needed him. I found it difficult to force myself to a semisilence where only my moans and sighs so poorly conveyed the message., "Lonny choked, then blurted, 'How do you like this high school boy, huh, lady? Do you like the way he fucks? He sucks, too-fucks, sucks, and does a merry-go-round!'
"My breathing stopped abruptly, only the loud clang audible as my heart pounded up inside of my head. I lowered my trembling voice a couple of octaves and pursued his newly initiated, hoarsely gasped conversation. 'What do you mean, sweet boy?' I whispered with bated, quivering breath.
"'You. You cock-hungry bitch!' he growled back at me. You work for my grandmother and you'll fuck or suck off just about any damn thing that comes in this house! You'd probably even do it if the kid was ten years old!'
"He was really angry, I noticed, and his cock, now half buried in my milking cunt, lay there quivering but otherwise motionless for all intents and purposes.
"Using the same tone of voice, I purred into the darkness. 'You like to fuck and have a good round of sex, don't you, boy?' Then I waited impatiently to see if I'd softened him up any.
" 'Oh hell-' he mumbled, '-yes! I'm gonna fuck and roll you until your creamy ass is sore!'
"With that he shot his blazing spear into me, telescoping it, it seemed, up through my belly and filling every nook and cranny inside me with the bittersweet of animal sex. 'That's it, baby!' I cried. 'Fuck me, fuck meee! Fuck me, fuck me, fuckmefuckme-fuckmefuckmefuckme-fuckmeF U CKM EEEEE!''
"The more and the louder I screamed, the harder Lonny drove into me. Even when my gasping, inviting cries faded into the blackness, he pistoned downward, colliding with my upward driving cunt, his weight and leverage forcing my hips down until they ground into the cushiony mattress and seemed to get screwed into it.
'"Come, baby, come! Come, baby, come! Come, baby, come! COME, BABY, COME!' I repeated and echoed, maintaining a steady and hypnotizing rhythm to the chanted phrase until I was sure it has become indelibly impressed on his come-soaked, artificially induced sensuality.
"His hands were now pressing close to my hips, but moving to envelop my sex-kissed body. This was just one of the many times I was truly thankful for the youthful figure I'd managed to preserve, even at age forty-six. My tits, a perfect size thirty-eight, were still firm and proportionally formed, erect in most any of my moods. I knew what I had to offer, and I took darn good care of it!
"I felt the first, almost unnoticeable, squirt of his seed defying gravity and seeming to trickle upward, aiming right at my heart. That tiny bit, to me, felt like the head of a shooting gusher-as indeed it proved to be.
"'Come, baby, come! Come, baby, come! Come, baby, come! COME, BABY, COME!' I repeated, tossing my head wildly from one side to the other, gasping and panting for air.
"Lonny's fingers found and sank themselves deeply into the meaty part of my hips, kneading the electrified flesh almost sadistically. That only served to intensify the bliss-pain I was feeling with this beautiful boy!
"I testily licked at my parched and tender lips, nervously nipping at the dryness as I tried to control my emotions. My hands had fallen off his shoulders and now clawed either at the air or at the crumpled bed sheets.
"He plunged deeply into me, falling on top of me as his sweet cock lay buried to the hilt in my cunt, and I felt the searing charge of his love juice flooding me. His hips twitched convulsively as every stored ounce of his precious liquid was being torn out of him by my milking pussy which was still twitching and clutching at his meat.
"Lonny was panting loudly, trying to catch his breath, as he hoarsely whispered, 'How's that for a load, sweetheart?'
"I mumbled back to him, dryly whispering, 'Beautiful, baby! Now-make me come like that!!'
"I realize it was very sadistic at that moment, but I couldn't help myself. I had this mad impulse to get his head between my legs, to feel this gorgeous boy with the expert cock scarfing my muff. I just had to-no question about that!
"He lay silent on me for a moment, tracing titillating lines with his fingertips across my hips and the tops of my tits. The only sound in the blackness was the ragged, heavy breathing as we both tried to catch our breaths.
" 'What do you mean, make you come?' he whispered angrily. 'You're not gonna tell me you didn't dig it, are you?'
" 'It's not that I didn't like what you did,' I replied. 'I just want to see if you can do more...." I was teasing him unmercifully and I knew it. I had to force him to do it on his own; it would be much more interesting that way.
"Lonny lay silent for a moment, so, using my chance, I plunged headfirst into my not-too-unusual request. 'I'd like you to play with me, kiss me there,' I mumbled hoarsely.
" 'I know what you mean,' he panted out, then laughed softly as if to himself. 'Some of the kids I know call it "muff diving." '
"I answered him with my body, lifting it slightly up and over the bed while my hands guided his head to my ravenous man-eating cunt...."
Bess L., a stunning, wealthy 46-year-old widow and grandmother, related the brief episode of the summer and year spent with Lonny, her fourteen-year-old grandson, in the context of this chapter, voluntarily. She appeared to have no ill feelings about the affair.
Roger Blake, author and authority on the subject has noted that a woman's natural role in life (the maternal) almost precludes their [theboys'] ever reporting an incident where a woman tries to molest them sexually, particularly after they reach a certain age. First of all, if the boy is genuinely shocked and offended, he would seldom risk the embarrassment of having to report that a woman got fresh with him. As to the more sexually matured youngster, he might well not only enjoy the situation physically, but deem it the highest kind of compliment that an older female could be interested in him in the role of a real man.
The area of female pedophilia, as related within this chapter and elsewhere in this volume, is indeed a hazy field. A number of books have appeared on the market attempting to "verify" that female pedophilia is increasing, growing rapidly, especially in recent years. Aaron J. Abelard, in his recent book, Older Women and Younger Boys, notes that the conflict of professional opinion (as Roger Blake's) becomes daily more intense as a consequence of this controversy.
Abelard further notes that, according to one of the current viewpoints there is no actual increase, but that owing to more liberal times we are becoming merely more aware of the area of female pedophilia. In a form or rebuttal, an opposing contention insists that the incidence is actually on the rise.
This author has utilized the Kronhausens' comment, in The Sexually Responsive Woman, that women are quite probably the "sexier of the sexes" to base their argument for the female. They note that possessed by nature of a greater erotic capacity, modern women are becoming more sexually aggressive, more straightforward and assertive, taking their sex where and how they find it. The psychosexual ramifications of these two factors-greater erotic capacity and sexual aggressiveness-have a distinct relationship to female pedophilia.
Abelard further notes that additional influences which may quite probably add to the principles and behavior of the female pedophiliac may be, e.g., "simple curiosity about young boys, a sexual manifestation of a militant kind of feminism, aimed at suppressing males in their most vulnerable years, an unconscious wish to protest against the present 'sexual establishment,' and inclination to indulge in freaky' sex because it is an 'in thing', etc. etc,"
The grandmother portrayal in the preceding and following narration is not too far from the "norm" so often resulting from advancing age. She (Bess) considers herself still a young and sexually appealing woman while, perhaps unconsciously, she is frightened of what she might soon see reflected in her mirror. Widowed, she has worked hard to preserve the respectable image while, escaping into a totally different type of society, satiating her ravenous desires in a manner not acceptable to the "widow" image she must maintain.
Many women, in reported and still unknown cases, feel this same fear of impending age and it is known that this same fear too often leads people astray. While it may indeed be true that not many of these women involve themselves in incestuous relationships, many of them do-particularly if the youth involved with them is mature and accepts these carnal affections.
Depending on the emotional development of the youngster and adult involved, an incestuous relationship may or may not be a traumatic experience. For some, as we continue Bess L.'s narrative about Lonny, such an involvement may be considered as "additional education."
"Lonny was already halfway on the bed, his hard bulletlike nipples charring circles on my belly, and it didn't take much pressure to get him to slide down more while I scooted up toward the headboard.
"Immediately I became aware that my young grandson wasn't exactly a pillar of innocence. He'd done this before, maybe just several times, but he knew where he was going. I felt his fine sculptured nose furrowing a path to my curly nest, and he was licking and nipping his way all the while. His cool moist hands slid under my ass, cupped it and raised it as high as he needed. I used that move to slip a small pillow under there so I could really enjoy whatever he had to offer.
"Slowly now, he slid down still further. I was quivering like a bowstring all over as I impatiently waited for my fulfillment-the climax I was certain he'd provide so willingly.
"His tongue wasn't expert at cunt sucking, not by a long shot, but he was mature for his age and known experience. One technique he used that most certainly surprised me was the additional treat of his finger in my cunthole, wiggling around and exploring, while his tongue pressed firmly down on my clit. That alone was almost enough to drive me straight to the ceiling.
"Next, two of his wiggling fingers found their way into my grinding cunt. I could even feel Lonny's body trembling as he nibbled me and sucked most of my slit into his fast moving mouth. I thrust my hips up toward him, driving his fingers still further into my greedy slit. My legs were thrown up and onvhis back, the heels digging into his humping form and trying to pull him all the way up into me-headfirst, naturally. I only used one hand to guide his head from side to side while, with the other, I rhythmically squeezed first one breast then the other as if timed to some kind of melody. Occasionally I pinched my nipples hard, knowing full well how much I liked the feel of it, and then I'd twist them, crying out hoarsely as I did so, needing more and still more of the same. That kind of pain had always felt good to me even though I really wanted another person to do it for me.
"Moving my hips in a steady, circular, and up-down sensual body dance, I pushed myself down toward his face, digging my heels deep into his shoulders and back. In an unconscious signallike fashion, I arched my back sharply and he brought his rapid-fire tongue action back to my clitoris where I wanted it to be. His one hand, now almost entirely inside me, still maintained the constant pumping cock action.
"I wished it were possible for Lonny to stick his whole head up inside my pussy and eat his way from the inside out. Too bad it's impossible, I'd like to know how it would feel....
"My entire body shook violently as I felt every nerve end I was aware of and some I was not give way to his darting tonguing. First, the light but insistent caressing circles around my fuck button, and then, teasingly, like a flaming feather, across it and around again; gentle nibbles and the full-heated force of his tongue on the tip of my clit. No matter how much I twisted and squirmed, almost as if I unconsciously wanted to avoid its snaking, squirming arousal, it did not ever leave the passion point it had found.
"The body drove me now, demanding that it be satisfied, and I couldn't stop, I don't think, even if I'd really wanted to-which, of course, I didn't. Hoarsely, licking my now parched, dry as paper lips, I cried to this boy who was ravaging me so beautifully, 'Suck it, bite it, make me come! Do it, baby, just do it... do it... do it...
DOIT.. . !!'
"My body was jerking and contorting itself into some almost unbelievable positions as I continually slammed my cunt up to his bobbing head, driving his two or three fingers deeply into my own gut.
"Lonny's head was buried, tightly clamped in the vise of my trembling thighs. It wasn't long, however, before I noticed the wild path my head was aiming for as I slowly maneuvered myself into what I term the 'classic soixante-neuf.'
"I guess my charming grandson was also familiar with the sixty-nine because he just lifted his body, allowing me to scoot under him, as he pushed upward following my cunt.
"I began my passionate, inflammatory oral assault by nibbling at the base of his slender iron-hard prick, drifting lazily between that delightful area and his hair-fuzzed thighs. Occasionally my tongue would dart out and accompany the nibbles, kissing and wetting the spots as I went along. He even tasted better than he looked, I quickly decided, a bit salty but sweeter than my other numerous lovers and deli-ciously good anyway.
"I'd never before gone in for a sixty-nine where I had to literally squeeze myself under another body, but now that I had, I decided that it was just as good if not better than with me on top.
"Lonny's legs were stiffened for the most part and straddling my head. I raised myself as much as I could and eyed his throbbing, slender shaft as if jealously guarding it from a phantom thief. I ran my fingertip across and around it and could almost make out every bulging vein, his blood being on the verge of explosion and pulsating as of its own free will, calling desperately to me. Even though I couldn't really see his cock in the pitch blackness, it was the kind of prick that made me want to lick it and nibble and suck on it all day, never stopping except for air.
"I squirmed my hand under his jerking and thrusting hips, and wrapped his precious tool in my hand, directing it toward my already open and eager lips. I managed to squeeze the other hand under, too, and, cupping his scrotum and holding his rigid prick with my two fingers, I started earnestly working at the tip, a rubbery and cool mass, so sensitive to oral and digital ministrations.
"Slowly, I worked my mouth around his cock, engulfing it delicately into the O of my mouth. I inched my way along its length, using strong, hungry sucking motions, even stopping to nibble a bit here and there, letting my teeth graze along the sides and rim, before pulling on it as I sucked it in. I like to pull on cocks, not so much with my fingers as with my mouth where I can really feel it the most. Every time I did it to Lonny, he jumped as if struck by lightning and pushed himself down and even further into my hungry and waiting mouth.
"My fingers crawled along his balls, inching in and squeezing them one by one, rhythmically and with a method to this brand of madness. By this time, he was loudly slurping and gobbling my oozing cream and I could even hear the squishing and sloshing noises as his eager fingers drove themselves aggressively into my milking, clutching hole.
"My thighs clamped onto his head tighter, squeezing his ears flat between them. Releasing his burning flesh from my mouth briefly-I had to breathe-I dug my raking fingernails into the meaty part of his thighs. Temporarily, however, I was content to suck and nibble on his quivering head as I felt my crotch tearing itself to shreds with the charring heat of its own impending explosion.
"Moaning and twitching convulsively, I laved him everywhere I could, still biting and clawing until the violence of my climax settled into spasmodic shudders. I was stunned by the fact that I'd come first. Before Lonny, I'd haughtily prided myself on the fact that no man, boy, or woman had ever been able to make me come before they did, not even accidentally, when I wasn't on guard. I'd even gone so far as to offer my paid escort-companions a handsome bonus if they could succeed, but they couldn't and didn't....
"In appreciation, I sucked his cock between the teasing vise of my teeth and nibbled it until he screamed and jabbed down into me with his burst, a flood-the first, I might add, that was really of satisfactory and almost superior quality-of beautiful, white and hot lava gushing down my gulping throat and snaking toward my belly.
"Our still convulsing bodies now lay glued together with only the moans and hoarse gasps being an indication of our passionate life. Hesitantly, it seemed, Lonny rolled off me and twisted around so we were facing the same direction, one sweaty cheek pressed tightly against my still heaving chest. His hand reached up out of the darkness and began to follow the lines of my features much like a blind man would do; then he caught his breath sharply and whispered, 'I know who you are now. I wanted this to happen, too.'
"I felt my eyes roll far back into my head as I debated whether or not to speak. Finally, after what seemed to me a chilling silence, I answered my grandson. 'There's nothing wrong with what we've done, Lonny. I ... uh, I can guarantee you that much at least.'
"His hand that had been so solemnly resting on my quivering breast, now cupped it gently as I felt his hot breath coming toward me with a rekindled excitement. 'May I call you Bess in private?' he purred in my ear before muffling my reply with a smothering lover's kiss.
"As he did this, he half-rolled on top of me and his fingers resumed their position in my greedy, always hungry cunt. He's wicked, that boy, but gorgeously so! His touch was light and gentle, featherlike, as one fingertip caressed the slit from one hole to the other, unmercifully dancing as if in homage to the fertility god.
"I started to plead with him, to beg him for mercy so that I could at least catch my breath before the next round. He chuckled softly and quickened the tormenting tempo of his dancing fingertip, pressing just hard enough so that I couldn't possibly ignore the mounting brush fire down there. 'I'm yours, Lonny boy!' I yelled. 'Ooohh, good God! I'm all yours!'
"He lifted his mouth off my nipples and whispered, 'I know you are, Bess. We're two of a kind.'
"The tone of his voice seemed to have changed drastically from the young-boy sounds I'd heard just earlier this same evening. It was harder now, tinged with something, though not with bitterness. I don't know exactly what it was but it made me shiver as the icy chill froze my boiling blood.
"Thoughts quickly turned toward more pleasant areas as his fingers became more insistent, focusing their entire attention on my pebblelike clitoris and tapping it, then jiggling it back and forth at extra high speed. Lonny's limp cock now rested on my thigh, too tired to come to life once more, even for me.
"For some unknown reason, I remembered Golby, an angelic altar-boy type, about eleven years old and already as perverted as some of those in the early twenties I'd known. His favorite foreplay in the late morning was scarfing my muff while he crouched underneath the kitchen table. I wondered if my Lonny would ever get like that. We'd have some excitingly good times if he did....
"It wasn't two weeks after Lonny had been living with me and working at A-'s Market that we got really close. Two of a kind, bridging the so-called generation gap, we each seemed to know exactly when the other was sexually excited-just a transfer of electricity, I suppose.
"The entire morning had been wild and about one hour after he'd left me to go to work-he helped out at the store three or four hours each day-I couldn't stand the feeling of emptiness without him.
"I called him in a semihysteric state and begged him to find a replacement for the day because I needed him. Feeling much better once he agreed to be right there, I sprawled out in the den, stark-raving naked, and waited for him.
"It seemed so long, although he said it was only about ten minutes that I actually waited. I was diddling myself just a little bit to get ready for him. The doorbell never even rang-he was there, like a magic genie, standing over my flushed face. He'd worn tight pants that day, and I could see every bit of his familiar bulge straining for release.
"His snaps crackled loudly as I popped them open and tore down his fly, sliding the pants far down with my impatient fingers. Teasingly, I began to gently stroke and massage Lonny's almost fully erect cock, slipping my hands down to cup his brimming balls and cradle them in my moist palms. A guttural moan burst from his mouth as he thrust his young loins upward quickly and buried the lower part of my face in his fuzzy pubis.
"Never leaving the couch on which I'd been waiting, my itchy fingers also took this joyous occasion to dart into his asshole, a move which made him convulse and push further toward my poised and waiting mouth.
"I slid down on the long sofa, stretching my legs in front of my desperately excited body. Directing Lonny to straddle me and stand over my face, I absentmindedly found myself playing with my breast as I watched him undress completely, fold his clothes over a chair, and move closer to me-cock in hot hand.
"The rampaging animalism that had taken over my body since the first night I spent with my grandson Lonny was in full powerful control. 'Come to me, baby,' I hissed. 'Bess needs you. You don't know how Bess needs you!'
"Lonny's toes curled as they sank into the deep pile cushions, almost causing him to lose his balance and toppled over me, but the wall wasn't far from my head and I knew he could reach and keep his balance that way.
"Without preliminaries-they just depend on your mood, I guess-I greedily plunged my mouth over the throbbing, wagging dick so temptingly pointed at my mouth. My teeth caressed it in their own special way-nibbling, scraping, then pulling up and grazing the sides.
"I found myself moaning and purring with satisfaction as my fingers also found and massaged the tingling, moist flesh of my hair-covered muff, dragging over the inflamed tip of my hard protruding clitoris and down, all the way through my hot cunt to the raw, puckered opening of my twitching asshole. Faster and faster now, I dug my manicured fingers into my pussy, wanting to burrow into it, pound it, fuck it.... My body, just a dead but strangely ravenous shell before Lonny, was wildly alive. It was just one great never-ending mass of nerve endings that wanted and needed someone to fuck me and bite me... hard!
"I had my legs thrown wide open, maybe even unconsciously wishing there was another person in the room who'd fill that void for me. 'Faster ... Lonny, baby, move your hips faster!' I shrieked. With that, I bit down fiercely on his cock and, when I released my hold, he pulled out of me slowly, the pink and purplish knob just barely visible before he shot into me again.
"My free hand reached up and the nails dug deeply into Lonny's fleshy boyish buttocks, piercing the skin I'm sure in their intensity. I pulled his cock still further into me by increasing the sucking, milking movements I'd used for so long. I felt my cheeks puffing out as I drew the dripping juices just beginning to seep from the head; they filled as I blew on it, exhaling and bathing it in added warmth.
"Slowly, Lonny fell to his knees, slamming his stiff rod as far back into my head as he could possibly go and uncomfortably pinning me down. His kneecaps dug into my armpits and he was pulling at my hair with one hand. Using his new balance, Lonny jackhammered into my head long and fast strokes that took a strain on my part just to keep up with him. My own hand, now sticky wet from plunging so deeply into my clutching cavern, was making loud, exciting noises as it sloshed in my own juices, firing me up for a come.
"I still don't know why just thinking of Lonny has always served to make me hornier than hell. In fact, if I really stop to think about it, I'd remember a long string of "boxboys' I've had for lunch and early dinner. There was something very special about Lonny though. It was something about the way he moved. It was as if you-meaning any woman he was with at the time-were the only and most valuable person in the whole world.
"That particular day, I'd not only called him home to fuck me, but I also had some very important news for him. He could make a lot of money with my friends. Enough money so that he probably wouldn't have to work for the rest of his life.
"I had a little plan in mind, naturally. There was a young girl who also worked at A-'s Market-cute as a button-and it was obvious, to me at least, that she had an eye and a twitching slit aimed for Lonny. Now ... if I could get those two together, as a pair, for my own use as well as that of my friends, everyone would be most appreciative.
"Positioning his slimly tapered fingers at the sides of my head, Lonny pulled me up and forward onto his crotch, impaling my head on his rigid, bullet-nosed cock. 'Suck!' he yelled, pummeling my face with his bony mound, then impatiently propelling my head with his hands back and forth, slamming me onto him as he battered my mouth.
"Moaning, I arched my back as high as I could possibly go, furiously diddling my oozing pussy while, with the other hand, I managed to slide up his leg and find his still fairly virgin asshole. I stabbed and poked at it gently, and even though he wiggled his hips a bit to get me to stop, I pursued the course. His hole was tiny-probably never really been fucked, I mused-and the small ring of puckered flesh quivered at my touch. Using my first finger now, I aimed and pushed right on in there! As he'd done the first time I tried that little trick, Lonny jumped as if hit with a bolt of low-voltage lightning, spearing my head between his hairy crotch and the soft cushions.
"By now I had about three fingers into my cunt, furiously squirming them around with room to spare, touching the walls of my vagina and methodically arousing the already passionate femininity as Lonny drilled into me.
"I wanted to speak, to tell him how good it felt, how happy I was just being with him ... but I couldn't. He raised my head and I looked up to see the tiny blue veins popping out the sides of his finely sculptured head, his face a strange blend of passion-and-pain contortions, and huge drops of sweat cascading in streaking rivulets down his body and falling onto me. His usually bronze coloring was flushed a deep pinkish purple-a few shades lighter than the sensitive head of his beautiful cock-and his breathing was ragged and heavy.
"He wasn't even looking at me-probably right through me, if I know my grandson. I could feel the tingling, q u i v e r 1 i k e ripples speeding through his body and sparking into mine. I couldn't even fight the lewd and warped fascination as I watched and gloated over Lonny's temporary uneasiness-everything he did, every little twitch of his muscles, just everything excited me!
"Lonny kept pulling me by the hair, tearing at it as he propelled my head, harder and harder each time, toward his crotch, and pulling it back just enough to allow me a moment's breathing room.
"My finger was now squirming in his asshole, jabbing at him just enough to add to the excitement. He started trembling violently and released my head from his smashing grip. Satisfied, I drew back and flicked my tongue tip until I found the little split at the tip of his cock and wiggled into it. I tasted the pungent tang of the seminal droplets still seeping from it, while a more powerful surge of ungovernable pleasure coursed through my popping and crackling being. I even managed to pull my head far back, this time exposing the sensitive glans. I swirled my tongue around it slowly, warmly, wetly and excitedly, knowing full well the impact this would have on Lonny. He twisted and jerked under my taunting ministrations until finally, as if having regained his strength, he grabbed me by the hair and again impaled my head.
"Having every bit of his cock in my mouth, feeling the head painfully pushing against the back of my throat, made it very difficult for me to maneuver. I didn't really mind though, I could still use my teeth, gently scraping the sides and even occasionally biting into the rock-hard meat.
"While the bottom half of Lonny's body jack-hammered into me, the top half was swaying wildly as he moaned and grunted. 'Aaaahh, umhmmm!' he chanted hoarsely. 'Do it to me, Bess! Suck it hard... bite it... yeahhhhh!'
"I felt my own body suddenly convulsing as Lonny's attentive cock began to jerk inside my mouth, spewing its milky jet streams of baby batter all the way down and into me. The way I felt just then, I imagined that his come was going through my veins like blood and that I could feel the burning heat of it all the way down to my toes.
"My mind was reeling and spinning madly as I'd increased the tempo of the fingers in my cunt in tune with Lonny's pumping hips; their movement was probably just a blur, I thought, because I was going so fast I couldn't even tell the strokes.
"The squishing sounds echoed loudly as I groaned and tried to plunge my whole hand even deeper into my fuck-hungry cunt. As I felt the hot, creamy come flooding my mouth, I'd reared up on my legs as far as I could, three fingers plunging into my snatch, drowned in the sticky fluids thickly oozing from it.
"Since I couldn't voice my ecstasy very well with the sweet mouthful, I grunted piercing animallike cries while my body thrashed between Lonny's buckling legs.
"I, too, soon felt my own blazing body shudder violently and explode. I bit down, clamping my teeth around the quickly graining cock and milked it dry----
"Lonny is seventeen now, servicing my friends as well as myself and still enjoying a healthy, teenager's life. As far as we're concerned, there is no wrong in what we've done."
Still, incest can hardly be considered as a normal expression of sexual behavior, and those who find "no wrong in it" should be advised to give the matter some thought. The penalty for incest in most states is quite severe.
DADDY'S HOME!
"I'd come home from work late one evening to find a note from my wife: 'Gone to mother's. Should be home late or tomorrow morning. Love.' and a strange but interestingly appealing baby-sitter.
"The girl had the back of her head toward the front door and me and she was twisting it from side to side. I guess I tiptoed to the kitchen and fixed myself a drink without startling her. In any event, she didn't even get up to say hello.
"It had been a really hairy type day, this one was. I had more than my share of propositions from half-naked little old ladies who wanted their graying quims sucked off and even a couple of young lezzies who had decided that I looked like the perfect touch for a threesome.
"Now don't get me wrong, a couple of them proposals looked mighty good-a hell of a lot better than my wife usually did. It's just that, well, after two months of an almost totally silent treatment from her, she got hot and needed her rocks too, so the night before had been a real dilly! I ain't seen my old lady that worked up since before we had Sylvie and Cassie, our eleven-year-old twins.
"When I started back for the front room though, I saw our dog, Tucker, a big collie, was doing something with the girl and she was making louder noises now than she was just a few minutes ago. I got curious and stepped a mite closer, still surprised as get out that she hadn't heard nothing-not even the door slamming.
"The little girl was a beaut face-wise, y'understand, still pretty young but a bit older than our two and with the kind of face and stack you'd probably find in one of them high-class girlie magazines.
"Man's best friend-and ours, I used to think -Tucker, had his muzzle hid under her skirt and the loud noises he was making sure weren't the same kind he'd make chewing on some old bone. That was pussy he'd found there . .. and a ripe and young one to boot! The girl had her blouse all undone and her brassiere was bunched up just past her neck, the empty boob-holes all wrinkling and puckering like they'd never belonged to no one. She had beautiful ba-zooms, let me tell you! Those nipples I saw were the kind I dreamed I'd get to suck on some day-a deep pinkish color and standing as straight and proud as a young soldier. Her breasts were like love apples, perfectly formed and not a wrinkle or scar to be found anywhere.
"Thank God she hadn't bothered to turn down the lights or I wouldn'a been able to see all I saw and I sure would have missed me a good show!
"The last time I saw a dog woofing on a chick-was when I was in the big war and me and some of my buddies found this place in Paris-just outside of the town, you know-on a back road and in some run-down old house that looked like it used to be some big shot's mansion. It was a show, you know, and even though the woman was kind of old and not too good-looking, we all got excited watching her with that dog-I think it was a big German Shepherd that time-that we were ready for even the scuzziest of the broads they had to offer.
"As I said, this ain't Paris and that girlie on my front room couch was no old hag. I figured she'd done all this before and really liked it 'cause she was moaning and groaning and whispering all kinds of sweet things to Tucker.
"I gulped down a good half of my scotch and water and moved up closer to where all the action was. I was standing just behind and about half a foot away from the girl when I heard a little-girl voice ask, 'How's Tucker doing, Mandy? He's good, isn't he?' I couldn't tell right off which one of my girls that was, Cassie or Sylvie, and I was kind of wondering what those sweet little girls of mine could possibly have to do with this Mandy character.
"Just as I was lapping up the last drops of my drink, I felt my crotch starting to burn and buzz like a bunch of ants was on it. I got some eight-plus inches down there and every bit of it was itching to ram into that girl, whatever her name was.
"The girl was kind of bouncing up and down on the couch and rubbing her legs over the full skirt. Tucker's head, the big bobbing lump in between her legs, seemed to be trying to get all the way up there and she'd spread her legs wide apart, probably as far as they'd go.
"My mouth was all dry and I could feel the blood rushing to my head as I nervously unzipped my fly and whipped out my cherry buster. See ... my wife and I got a private joke about that-for. her, it's an olive buster if we don't fuck for a couple of months, but otherwise it's my cherry buster-always ready for a willing cherry.
"Forgetting all about what my doctor had been telling me for over a year now-'Don't get too excited or nervous or you'll make yourself sick,' he used to warn me-I started banging my whang and priming it for that all too willin' young cherry that was hot and ready right in front of my nose. Just when I got it real good and hard, I walked all the way up to the davenport and threw my leg over it so that my knee was just about bumpin' into her cheekbone.
"Her long-lashed eyes, a deep dark brown, flicked open and followed my pants leg up, then further up until she caught sight of my face. She didn't holler or nothin' like that. Instead, her eyes went right back down to where my cock was pointing straight out of my working overalls. Her glassy, almost black eyes came up to my face again, just as she twisted the whole top half of her body around so that she was facing my crotch.
"I jerked my cock a bit, away from her face, and felt a lascivious grin crawl across my face. 'Ya want this, huh?' I growled. When she didn't answer-instead she got all choked up-I got mad. 'Damn it! Just shake your head-yes or no!'
"The tiny black curls on her head danced up and down excitedly as she answered yes. I wiggled my cock back and forth in front of her nose. 'Have you ever had a big one like this before, chickie?' Silently, she answered no. 'It is a big mutha, isn't it, girl?' Again, yes.
"I played with it for a couple of minutes, sliding the heavy foreskin back and forth and watching her glazed eyes bug out every time the fiery red knob popped out, blazing its message right across her face.
"I really wanted to tear off both our clothes and really see her body up close but I didn't know exactly how long my old lady would be gone and I didn't really feel like this was the right time for taking whopping big chances like that.
'"Slowly, I wiggled myself right up to her face, kissing her cheeks lightly with the tip of my pecker. She moaned and turned her head to the side where it was. Then her pointed little pink tongue came flicking out and aimed right for the slit across the top of my tool. I held it good and steady for her and she used that little thing to wiggle right in there and completely turn me around!
"It was just as this chick, Mandy, had her sweet mouth all wrapped around tight on my pecker that I saw these two naked bodies-little-girl-type bodies-moving across the floor and coming right up to the davenport where both of them plopped down at the same time. I noticed the shoulder-length blonde hair, the same cut and style on each of the small bodies, and then when I heard one speak I just about creamed from the surprise.
" 'Daddy's home, Cass,' one little body whispered. T think he likes Mandy lots, don't you?'
"I was staring right at them, my two eleven-year-old babies, beautifully naked like little elves or something, sitting there on the couch, giggling. I couldn't think of anything just then that was so funny and especially not after
Mandy really turned her sucker on!
"My arm was thrown on Mandy's shoulder, resting on the crumpled remains of her blouse and bra, with my fingers snaking down her chest to grab one of them love apples. Cassie, I guess, was pulling Mandy's skirt up now, exposing Tucker's head and a lush, jet-black bush.
"I started to ask the kids what the devil they thought they were doing, but I was caught by them and I knew it-the damn little devils! Simultaneously, the twins chirped, 'Do you like her, daddy, huh, huh? Do you like her?' I tried to talk but the words got stuck somewhere in my throat and all that came out was a low rumble. Scared of what I saw-my two babies seeing me like this-I looked down to Mandy's face now buried in the crotch of my work pants.
"I don't know why, but watching her face-as much of it as I could see just then-really fascinated me. I'd never really looked at a chick who was blowing on a guy. Never realized how exciting they look that way.
"Her eyes were shut tight, the long mascar-aed lashes ticing on her cheek. She was really a good cocksucker-even better than some of the older hags who'd been around some. She was kind of holding it straight up with two fingers which she had right down there near the end of my zipper and holding onto the root. Slowly, she'd round her mouth out and take the head in, swishing it around it seemed like in there. Then she'd get a bit more excited and come down more than halfway, her cheeks filling out like some little balloons. By the time she'd get her mouth back up to the tip, my cock would be all wet and tingly like I was gonna blow any minute.
"Sylvie, I think, started petting Tucker and talking to him. I even thought I heard her telling him what to do to Mandy that would really feel good!
"I was pinching and squeezing Mandy's bullet-hard nipple when all of a sudden I felt a cool hand, a very small hand cover mine and start guiding my fingers in the proper direction. I admit I was taken back a bit, especially when I noticed that it was Sylvie, but then, somehow having the kids right there and approving of what was going on, made it that much sweeter. For all of us, I think.
"Mandy was really going to town on my pecker when I noticed there was no more bump going up and down between her legs. It was all flat there and exposed, just waiting for me to go and take it. I looked around for Tucker and found him-right between Cassie's legs and gobbling her just like he'd done with Mandy. She seemed to like it too!
"My legs and body were like melting rubber when Mandy pulled me over the back of the davenport and on top of her. I guess I shouldn't have gone on-maybe I should've tried to stop what was happening-but I couldn't stop, not now! Oh, God, not now!
"Quickly, I unbuttoned my shirt and slid my pants down to my ankles before falling back on this devilishly inviting girl whom-I hadn't even been introduced to. She'd scooted down to the floor because, I figured, the couch was too narrow and uncomfortable for some good balling. She still had her clothes on, though, pulled aside and crumpled up, but they were still on.
"I fell on her like a hungry animal, not even bothering to try and kiss her, just aiming my pecker right on in there! She didn't seem to mind it even if I was a bit rough on her-in fact, I think she really loved every minute of it! 'Oooh, Mister!' she groaned, you're soooo big!'
"Just as the head pushed its way past her creamy wet cunt lips she let out,a yell like an Indian war whoop mixed with hurt. 'Nooooooooo!' she screamed, 'I'm sorry! I ... I ... oh, God, I can't! You're rippingme!'
"Why that cheap little tease, I thought, all she wanted to do was get a good feel in her cunt and stop right there! That really pisSed me off. Ain't no broad ever done that way to me before and it sure wasn't gonna start with some cheap punk tramp! I was really boiling over now, and it wasn't all come either!
"I was shaking real hard, I was just that mad. 'You started it, little girl,' I growled. 'Now you're gonna get it-all of it, every creamy fuckin' inch-whether you like it or not. You'd better get used to the idea in a hurry!'
"Sylvie and Cassie were giggling about something, and not too far away from us, but I didn't pay no mind to their noise. I was busy with other things.
"Mandy nodded her head and I could make out what looked a lot like tear stains going down her cheeks. That softened me up a bit, you know, I've never been a mean and nasty fella. Never in my life did I want to hurt nobody. 'Don't worry, Mandy girl,' I whispered softly, 'I won't hurt ya. It's just, well, that you got it all riled up and now I've gotta do something with it. Okay?'
"She nodded her head, sniffled a bit, and mumbled, 'I'm sorry . .. really sorry ... for being such a baby. I won't do it no more. Promise.' I eased into her nice and slow, without any kind of snag, you understand, and slowly eased it back out most of the way. The second time I did the same thing, she started to loosen up. I think she was really enjoying it now.
"Mandy's arms came up around my neck and she crushed our sweaty bodies together. Then her hips started wiggling real slow and easy like, in tight little circles, while I sunk the last inch or so of my hot meat into her puss.
"Ooohh, goddamn! She was tighter'n a drum! I ain't had me a piece of furburger like that since I was a little guy banging girls in the school locker room! Tight but wet and slick ... ready for all comers, you might say.
"Mandy moaned and cooed real loud, even trying to lift her head up and wiggle her tongue around in my ear! One time, when her mouth came real close to my ear, she whispered, T was all cherry until you!' She may have really been cherry as far as anyone getting in her hole was concerned, but she sure wasn't no cherry like the other girls I'd met. No sirree! I tell you what, if that girl was really cherry, you can cut my damn pecker clean off-right now!
"I felt everything in my gut going to high from a nice slow burn. Just as I sunk myself into her one more time, the fucking dam broke loose and my juices started spitting out all over the place. I guess that kind of scared me, considering she said she'd been cherry, and I pulled out as fast as I could.
"The damn thing was squirting white buckshot, hot and creamy, all over the fucking place! Some of it landed on her belly, some spattering her dress, and some of it going over by Cassie and Sylvie-where all them funny noises were coming from, I figured out.
"Quick enough, I looked over my shoulder and saw a sight that would make any dirty old man's pecker grow a mile long! There were my innocent babies, Cassie on her back with Tucker woofing her hairless pussy and Sylvie, propped up by the wall right next to her, with her hand moving like a Mixmaster over her own puss!
"If my wife had been here, she would've sent us all packing off to the loony bin right then and there. But not me. I figured what's fair is fair and I let them alone like that, just watching as I lay half sprawled on the floor.
"Cassie was the first one to notice that I was watching them. She giggled and patted Tucker's bobbing head, saying, 'He's one of the family, right, daddy?' I nodded my head slowly, yes. 'Well then,' she continued, 'if Syl and I like certain things and Tucker likes the same things ... well, shouldn't we all share and share alike. You told us that ever since we were real little, remember, daddy?"
"I couldn't believe my ears. I'm no smartie or nothin' like that, but I can't remember ever hearing a little kid be so smart about figuring out how things should work, you know. I couldn't say nothin' to her, you see, 'cause I'd always tried to raise my kids to be free and not all tied up in knots about whether they should do something or not.
"I mean, what could I say? I'd never told them that sex was something bad-maybe my old lady did, but then I can't be accounting for what she does with herself either. In our family, sex was always made out to be a real beautiful thing ... you know, something that made you feel all warm and good inside. Now then, how in the hell could I tell either one of my eleven-year-old baby girls that it was a no-no all of a sudden?
"Mandy sat up and shook her head as if she was trying to straighten out all the crooked marbles rollin' around in her head. 'Your dad is real nice, Cass ... Sylvie. He's the sweetest daddy I know!'
"Sylvie stopped beating her pussy, but just for a minute. She looked up and both of the twins giggled happily. Cassie looked over at my limp but still dripping cock which I was holding in the palm of my hand. 'Sylvie!' she cried, 'maybe daddy would want us to do something nice for him-like Mandy did!' They both jumped and came skipping over to where Mandy and I were still trying to catch our breath. 'Daddy, daddy! Mandy!' they squealed, and hugged us both almost at the same time.
"My voice, now kind of hoarse and choked-up sounding, boomed in the stillness of the room. 'You like Tucker and Mandy, don't you?' I asked. 'Oh yes,' they hissed. 'Mandy's taught us all sorts of fun things! And ... and Tucker's very good!'
"Distant drums were pounding in my head... maybe a warning, maybe something else ... I don't know anymore. 'Would you like to feel daddy's pecker?' I asked quickly, spitting the words out like rows of bullets.
"They both nodded their heads vigorously and flopped down next to me. Sylvie wrapped her hand around it at the base and Cassie grabbed the head. 'Now squeeze it gently,' Mandy added. "You wouldn't want to hurt it, would you?'
"Under Mandy's expert direction, the fingers of each of my calloused hands found my twin daughters' slits and started to very gently rub around the pebblelike clits. I was sitting up, legs spread out in front of me, with two eleven-year-old girls holding my cock while I played with their pussies! Never even thinking that what we were all doing was supposed to be wrong somehow, I just closed my eyes and enjoyed ... enjoyed everything I got and still wanted more!
"We tickled each other like that, oh, for I'd guess about ten minutes, everybody giggling and really enjoying themselves. Tucker came back, sniffing around Cassie and she left to join him, I guess. I got Sylvie to lay down on her back and spread her legs nice and wide for me.
"They were pudgy kind of legs, baby fat I guess, but her quim was something else again. It just had little dots and tiny light hairs peeking out where her bush would be when she got a little older. It was all wet and slick and shiny -innocent and fragile looking, now that I think of it
"I covered her with kisses everywhere I could think of before I got down to her vee. Then I kissed it too. Slow and easy the first time, slipping my tongue into the narrow slit and wiggling it around until I built up some kind of speed. I knew my pecker couldn't get hard again -not right after my little go-round with Mandy -so I didn't even worry about that. I just worried about satisfying the little-girl puss I found on the edge of my tongue.
"She was delicious-nothing like the kind of sour taste you get with some chicks who haven't washed themselves good, you understand. It was like sucking on a rosebud. Sylvie's cunny was pink, a pale, pale pink that looked like it should've been somewhere in the rainbow. Her skin was smooth and creamy-feeling everywhere you touched her.
"Her pudgy little hands landed, light as a bird feather, on top of my head and rubbed around the small bald spot I was getting up there. Oh, about a year ago, Sylvie used to rub my bald spot and say that it was their lucky spot. I wonder now.... 'You're so gentle, daddy,' she whispered. 'Are you like this with mommy too?'
" 'Well,' I answered her, raising my head hesitantly from the delicious morsel of her tasty nub, your mommy and I don't always get along. Something goes wrong sometimes and she's not too nice to me and I'm not too nice to her.' I started back for her quim when she stopped me. 'If you ever leave mommy, can we go with you?' I laughed outside but not inside as I said, 'Sure, you know that, Sylvie!'
"Satisfied, she let me continue tonguing her vee, even trying to grind her hips the way she'd seen Mandy do it. I squeezed the palms of my hands under her and lifted her up so she'd be in a better position. Then I pulled away from her slit, eyed it carefully, and, in a very serious tone of voice, said, 'I like you. Yes, maybe I will keep you around.'
"She giggled then pummeled my head playfully with her fist, exhaling a loud, 'Oh, daddy ... really!' She examined my head, the stubble of my daily beard growth and my ears before she started humming softly to herself. Just as I was about to ask her why she was humming, she pressed her small hands down on my head, forcing me back to her lovely knob and wiggled her hips around slowly.
"I pulled away again, this time to kiss her thighs, those baby-soft pudgy thighs that had never meant more to me than just now. "Thank you, Sylvie,' I muttured, 'thanks a lot ... from your loving daddy!'
"Gently, I rolled her tiny clitoris between my teeth, just enough to give her a new sensation ... and to do something I liked to do. Even my old lady, one of the hardest people I ever had to try and satisfy, usually flipped out when I nibbled on her passion button. Of course, I couldn't do near as much with little Sylvie here, but we both enjoyed it.
"She smiled at me real sweetly and said, 'I love my daddy!' I looked straight on into her crotch, flicking my tongue out to fit in that tiny well, and got lost in all that was going on."
Father-daughter incest is and has been considered the most widely known and exploited of the incestuous relationships. Throughout history, the male adult has been found guilty more often than the female in cases involving young children, boys and girls.
As this author has noted elsewhere in this volume, it is much easier for an adult female to go undetected, for a variety of reasons, in her pe-dophiliac encounters.
Phaedra and several other classic instances aside, there is generally no "dirty old woman" counterpart to the "dirty old man," no "Peeping Jane" to mate with "Peeping Tom." Little girls often get warned not to speak to strange men on the street, but how many boys are told the same about the many strange women?
This narration, therefore, although treating the basic and well-known area of father-daughter incest, is unusual in that it forms a strange menage a trois: father and twin daughters, age eleven.
At the time of this writing, however, moral guilt or innocence had not yet been established. This was purely on the basis of the father's contention that sexual involvement was never considered as a "moral" wrong within his family framework. As has been noted in many volumes concerning incestuous relationships, the backgrounds and moral values of the parties involved play a major role-and always have. Although today's society is beginning to adopt a much more lenient attitude toward this heretofore "heinous" assault, the stigma remains.
Gilbert M., forty-nine-year-old plumber who, in his later years, found himself wrested from the familiar near-poverty level to upper middle-class affluence, is one of the many too often unheard-of noncriminal, nonpsychotic individuals who are found one day in a very embarrassing position without really understanding why their actions should be wrong.
Gilbert, his daughters, and the seventeen-year-old baby-sitter, Mandy, would not, he (Gilbert) contends, have been caught had it not been for an eighteen-year-old Peeping Tom who, it was later brought out, was a mentally retarded and emotionally disturbed youth.
As has been noted elsewhere in this volume, although many notable authorities agree that instances of parent-child and brother-sister incest do indeed occur, they also point out that these cases are usually conducted very covertly. This, therefore, is the reason for the lack of detailed information in recorded statistical data. In this instance, however, it was brought out but never satisfactorily clarified (up to the point of this recording).
Incest, defined as sexual intercourse between persons who, by reason of blood relationship or relationship through marriage, cannot legally marry. Generally speaking, then, the term is suggestive of involvement of the immediate family-mother and son, father and daughter, brother and sister, aunt and nephew, etc.
There have been other recorded instances as well-incidents which have proven, for the record, that a blood relationship is not always necessary to make an incestuous relationship. A relationship between stepmother and stepson, for example, or stepfather and stepdaughter, is also considered to be a matter of incest. It is also, perhaps more delicately so, a matter of morals.
It has been claimed, though not often justifiably so, that overcrowded conditions within the home and family living arrangements are a definite factor in incestuous intimacy. Reference is made to the noted Dr. S. Kirson Weinberg's book Incest Behavior, wherein Dr. Weinberg expounds further on the above-mentioned viewpoint. He notes, after a careful documentation of incest, that father-daughter incest can occur when the father is the dominant member of the household; brother-sister, sibling incest, when the father does not assume the dominant role; and mother-son incest when the mother is the dominant authority in the home.
Dr. Benjamin Karpman, in his The Sexual Offender and His Offenses, reports that the most commonly noted couplings are between father and daughter and brother and sister. The mother-son relationships, an area also explored in this volume, are said to be rare. It is Dr. Karpman's conclusion that social factors-crowded living quarters, adolescent sexual curiosity, or lack of privacy-v-most often lead to incestuous behavior.
Literature has sometimes been referred to as a yardstick of public morals. The Folklore of Sex by Dr. Albert Ellis verifies this yardstick theory by noting that, in a survey of 1950s' literature, only four references to the subject herein explored were made. Singularly and taken together, these four references were the epitome of condemnation in our modern culture..
Let Love Come Last, Taylor C a 1 d w e 11 's novel, related a boy's horror at the foreboding possibility that the foster sister with whom he'd fallen in love might be his blood sister. As Aaron J. Abelard noted in his book, Older Women and Younger Boys, two of the other references were found, as might be expected, in religious publications. The first: ". .. like fornication, adultery, and homosexuality, incest is the worst type of sex misadventure. .. ."; The second, a reiteration of Canon Law and prohibitive of marriage between first and second cousins; the final reference, in a "romance" type of magazine, purported to be an autobiographical sketch which was expressive of a girl's "bitter and tender experience" when she, to her shock, discovered that the man with whom she was in love was really her brother.
In the period being related above, i.e. the 1950s, the view toward incest was as a horrible, sometimes "heinous" and unforgiveable offense against nature and humanity. There is, however, a definite method to the madness, as it has also been noted-in recorded journals and by word of mouth-that the offspring of incestuous unions are poor "eugenic risks."
Rebutting the final statement above, a sexual relationship resulting in procreation is no more or less eugenically risky among normal couples who are related than those unions between unrelated individuals. It is also interesting to note that, according to Dr. Ellis, there are no barriers, and couples who voluntarily wish to have an incestuous relationship may do so easily and without the risk of children.
At least ninety percent, if not more, of the general public's attitude toward such areas as incest, cunnilingus, fellatio, pederasty, etc., is based on a purely emotional level which, however valuable it may be, is too often shortsighted and tends to perpetuate the biblically based tenets and primitive-originated taboos. Beneath the surface, then, of the emotional reaction we have fear-sometimes even an outright denial of its existence if something is not "face-able."
We return now to a continuation of Gilbert's narrative, a story of a non-guilt-ridden attitude toward sexual relations with two eleven-year-old daughters:
"We all had to stop early that night 'cause none of us knew exactly when mother was comin' back. I couldn't sleep at all that night, though, just thinking of those sweet little cun-nies that were mine-and Mandy for some real woman-fucking. There was nothin' wrong with what we were doing, I figured. How in the Sam Hill could there be? Cassie and Sylvie both enjoyed Tucker. Mandy enjoyed Cassie, Sylvie, and Tucker, I enjoyed the three girls. There's nothing more to it than that.
"My wife don't go away much, so the most I could do was to give my little girls a little feel with my finger when I kissed them goodnight. We'd all made a pact that first night that we'd keep everything a secret, just between us and nobody else, and it would be our private thing. I'm lucky, I got good girls and we love each other very much.
"One day though, Cassie was sick and stayed home with her mother while Sylvie and I went out to do some gift shopping. I'd shown her how to make me feel good and it didn't even matter that I was driving. We went along the side streets and the parks.
"My baby girl had unzipped my pants and was working her tiny, cool fingers up and down the hard rod, all the time sitting up real ladylike like I'd taught her to do. I don't think of myself as being crazy or nothing like that, but having a little girl jack you off when you're driving the street has got to make for one of the best comes yet! The only problem that I can really see is keeping control of the steering wheel. When you get yourself all excited, that's kinda difficult, you know?
"All the time she was beating my meat, Sylvie squirmed around in her seat, making little animal noises like a pussy cat and going 'ooohhh' and 'aaahh' all over. I could tell she was excited but I couldn't very easily have put her on my lap and finger-fucked her just then, now could I?
"The next time all four and then just three of us got together was a couple of weeks later when the missus and I had just started hassling again. Thank God her mother got sick at the same time or we'd of gotten a divorce right there for sure!
"As she had the last time, the old lady called on Mandy to come take care of the girls until I got home from work, and then to do some helping out until the girls went to bed. Since she was old enough, just about six months shy of being legal-age, it was no problem for her to stay over with us for maybe a couple days while my old lady was gone.
"Lilly Anne, my missus' name, would never of dreamed that I'd get into something with the kids. I mean, in her mind I think it was only freaks and sick people that went in for stuff like that, and her Gilbert (that's me) might be a bit off his nut sometimes, but he wasn't no psycho ... you know what I mean?
"The kids all surprised me as soon as I walked in the door at five-thirty-all of them were stone naked. Cassie's little body was much like Sylvie's but she wasn't as pudgy and somehow she had a cuter, more innocent look to her. Sylvie looked remarkably like some kind of wood fairy who'd just had herself about eight inches worth of good bang-up lovin'-Mandy, as she did before tonight, looked hornier than all get out and rarin' for anything and everything. I bet she'd take a cock in every hole and then some, if she thought she possibly could swing that scene.
"Tucker came bouncing up to the door to say hello and sniffed around the girls' pussies and assholes while he was there. Why not? I guess he even figured there'd be something real good for him, too. I wonder if that damn dog is part human.
"I fixed up a sweet combination of wine and put it in a huge goblet thing. It took both my hands to hold it-that's so you know how big it was. Then I got myself undressed, too, and we all sat around in the little den, sipping wine and looking at each other, waiting for someone to do something to get the balls rolling ... my balls. I remember Sylvie's saying something about how my beard itched her when I kissed her little quim. I didn't want to take the time to shave and I.just wondered if maybe she'd like Mandy better. Even if she didn't, I like to watch that kind of thing.
"My pecker was real hard and sticking straight out of my bush. I kind of slid my hand up and down it-getting it all ready, you know -while we sat there. Nobody even tried to talk about what kind of day it was or anything like that 'cause we all knew we were there just to share our little secret-nothing else.
"Cassie came and sat up on my knee while Sylvie got down on the floor with Tucker. Mandy started to follow Sylvie, her eyes glued on the collie, but I managed to swing toward her and pull her real close, smashing her up to my hairy, sweat-stained nakedness. Not thinking of Cass just then, I drove my searching tongue deep into her mouth. I pushed my probing invader past the barricade of her teeth and darted it around every corner of her oral cavity, trying hard to reach the back of her head with just my tongue.
"People could go on and talk to me all day about how Mandy was just a kid and all that kind of crap ... I won't buy it, no way. Her sweet, ripe mouth hung open for a minute there and then she clamped onto my tongue, greedily sucking on its thickness like it was some kind of minicock.
"I had one hand around Cassie-her little fingers quickly moved it between her legs and kind of rubbed it real nice and easy on her slit. With the other hand I roughly grabbed a fistful of Mandy's short dark hair, pulling her down on my face. I heard her gasp and kind of wiggle up to me while her tongue slid under mine and squirmed into my mouth. She's not feeling nothing' yet, I thought, just wait until I start sucking and biting on that hot, wet snatch of hers! Whoooee! It'd be a cold, fuckless day in hell if the littlest thing I did didn't turn that kid on!
"I managed to move down a little bit in the chair, hungrily grabbing onto one of them firm tits she'd been jabbing into me. Like working with dough, I kneaded the delicious pinkish cores of her rich and bullet-hard nipples between my teeth, feeling Mandy's body tense up as she moaned and arched toward me.
"Both girls had their groping hands going all over my cock now, Cassie pumping it up and down and trying hard to hold the whole thing with one hand, and Mandy fingering my asshole while she squeezed my come-filled balls together. Pretty soon, Cass slid down and then I felt her mouth stretching and trying to suck my cock all the way like she'd seen Mandy do. She was too little still and even though I think she already knew it wouldn't work, she tried anyway. I guess Mandy got interested in that, too, 'cause she kind of pushed me away and way back in the chair while she, too, got down there to help gobble my rod.
"Have you ever seen two chicks working on one cock together? Mandy took over the head and the top half while Cassie, being much littler, licked at the underside and dpwn toward the base while she held my balls. The two tongues working me over felt sooo good! I peeked over at Sylvie. She was in a world all her own, with Tucker, her loving dog. I wondered just how hung up she was on having him lapping at her little quim but we'd find out about all that later, I figured.
"I don't know why, but I just couldn't take too much of having Mandy and Cass playfully teasing my pecker when all I really needed was to get my nuts off. I pushed both of them off me and threw Mandy down on the foor-face first. Without giving her any warning, I put Cassie down, on her back, under Mandy's face. 'Suck her,' I ordered Mandy. 'I want to see you suck her!'
"I stood over the two girls-one eleven and one seventeen-jacking my cock off and fascinated as Cass started to moan like she really dug it. 'She's got no beard like your daddy, Cassie,' I whispered, 'Do you like that better?' She answered something like 'ooohhhh, yesssss!' and I pumped my cock furiously, excited by what was going on here.
"Like a madman, I kept staring at Mandy's ass. It was waving high in the air like a red flag to a bull, you understand, and the wider she opened her pretty legs, the more wicked ideas I got going through my head. I knelt behind her and put my sweaty hands on her hips. Yup, I figured, I could easily get it in there. With one hand I guided my thick, swollen cock at her wet hair-fringed cuntal slit. When I pushed, the velvety moist folds of her sensitive pink flesh parted easily and the lubrication already there allowed me to quickly and easily impale her ass until I thought I could feel my cock snaking all the way up ... clean to her belly.
"Like a blunt pole, my tool pushed her flesh back in waves before its attacking head. I felt myself grinning obscenely as I pounded into Mandy's defenseless crotch, also watching her bobbing head between my little girl's legs. I felt the greedy walls of Mandy's cunt clasp around my whang, the hair-lined lips slithering up wetly to suck in its length to the hilt.
"My bloated balls smacked hard and loud into the damp, naked crack right above Mandy's bush and I heard her moan again and again as I kept on with my attack. There was cool air caressing my ass and chilling the wetness of my plunging cock. My balls tingled as they pulled away from Mandy's body only to be crushed up against it again when I pumped back in.
"The thick stalk of rigid pole-flesh sticking out from my hairy crotch was on the verge of exploding all over the place as I came down again and again, drilling it into Mandy's cunt as deep as I could get. I would've liked to try her asshole too but I figured to save that for when we got to know each other better.
"Just then it was like every door in the damn house flew open! My old lady was standing there, her fat arms trembling on her hips and her face the color of a blazing bonfire. I stopped dead in my tracks, my cock half in Mandy's cunt. Sylvie was being held up by some guy I'd never seen before; Cassie was trying to cover herself up and crawl away from Mandy. Aside from those two, there was a real stupid-looking kid there. He was wearing baggy pants and had this dunce-like look on his face but his eyes - hot damn! They were dancing and sparkling like he'd just seen the Virgin Mary or something!
"I said nothing. I mean, what could I say? I whispered to all the girls, assuring them that everything would be all right, to which my missus answered: 'Like hell it'll be all right, you bloody, child-raping bastard!'
"This kid, Billy, who was a little off his nut anyway, had been peeking in our windows. He found us all accidentally the first time and then he kept coming back all the time, every day, looking to see if it was happening again. I found out that he was like some kind of a Peeping Tom and if this other fellow hadn't found him jacking off in the bushes by our house we'd of never gotten caught that way.
"As of now, my wife's dead set on divorcing me and taking the kids with her. Tucker's been put to sleep, on her orders, naturally, and, from what I heard on the grapevine, Mandy is seeing a psychiatrist and will be till she's really eighteen. I don't know what she'll do from then on, but I sure wouldn't mind seeing her and taking care of her again.
"I don't think Cassie and Sylvie have anything against me. If they do, it's because their mother has them brainwashed. Let me just say this: I'd do it all again if and when I could."
BORN HUNG
"I'll tell you, when Jeremy was born there was no question in anybody's mind that he was a boy and gonna grow to be a pretty big one too. As I watched him grow up, I noticed that his tool was really big-I mean, bigger than the dong on some of the guys I used to date.
"I'm a widow. Been that way for close to ten years now, raising my son all by myself and working my fingers to the bone to get him everything he needed.
"Jeremy, once he got to be around nine years old, acted like the man of the house, taking care of things I couldn't do and watching over me so's I didn't get myself hurt. He's a good boy, no mamma's boy-almost a man now that he's sixteen years old and has all the girls chasing him.
"A funny thing started happening to me as Jeremy got older, stronger, and more of a helper to me. I couldn't go out with guys my age anymore because I started comparing them to Jeremy and they kept falling short. Pretty soon I was spending all my free time at home, working with him, taking my vacations in romantic motels with him, and just about everything!
"After a while I even started having dreams about how it would feel to kiss his sweet lips, to have him tell me how much he loved me.
"You know, it's kind of funny: Jeremy isn't too tall, just about five foot eight or so and I keep thinking of all those stories I used to hear about the shorter guys having the biggest pricks. You know, damned if I don't think all those wild stories were telling the truth!
"It was the Fourth of July, I'll always remember that day. Jeremy and I were spending our summer vacation in this real cozy and romantic cabin in the hills. Even though it was really hot, there was snow on the peaks. It was the kind of place lovers would pick for a vacation and escape spot.
"Anyway, we found a little creek running not too far from our cabin. We were the only people up in those parts just then. I don't know why, but it was perfect-so my son and I decided to go skinny-dippings I hadn't done that since I was just about his age.
"We tore off our clothes and raced to the creek, jumping off a handmade diving board and hitting the water with enough splashing for two baby whales. The cold water was all tingly, especially around my cunny that hadn't been taken care of for quite a long time.
"It may have been purely accidental, but Jeremy came up out of the water right in front of me. I'd felt his body brushing up my legs and belly and it was a real shocker, especially for someone as horny and tense as I already was, to have an exciting and inviting male body come up right next to you.
"I didn't look my age, fortunately, so the people who'd rented us the cabin took us for brother and sister or two lovers, I suppose. I was remembering the funny grin on the desk clerk's face when he asked Jeremy if we wanted separate rooms. Jeremy enjoyed our little charade, too, I suppose, because there's never been a time when we were in an unsuspecting public place that he'd tell anyone I was his mother.
"Innocently, we splashed water all over each other and hugged before diving again to do it all over. Every time I got close to him though, I'd feel my nipples getting real hard and sensitive, just begging for him to touch or kiss them. I couldn't help it, he's a beautiful boy with the most gorgeous prick I've ever laid my eyes on!
"After about twenty minutes of our fun and games I couldn't take anymore without trying to rape him right there in the water. I knew, though, that Jeremy was too smart and wouldn't let me do it that way. There had to be another way to maneuver this, I was thinking, to make him want me and notice that I was hot, ready and willing to do anything to satisfy him.
"We waded up to the shallow end and slowly pulled ourselves out of the water and onto a couple of big rocks we'd fixed up with towels, a radio, some wine, and tanning lotions. His body was all sleek and shiny and flushed just enough so you could tell he was getting tanned.
"The cold water had stiffened his cock, I noticed, and he didn't try to hide it from me, knowing I'd understand all that, I guess. I got a handful of lotion and started rubbing it all over his chest and belly, talking more to myself than to him, but addressing myself to Jeremy. My voice was quavering. I mean, I didn't want him to think his own mother was trying to seduce him even though that's exactly what I had in mind.
" 'You know,' I started, 'I don't know what's happening to me. Nothing makes me happy anymore except for you, Jeremy. I'm so happy and relaxed when I'm with you, so comfortable, you understand?' I stopped briefly and let my fingers slide all over his muscular, golden chest -T don't want anyone to hurt you, son, not even the person you love the most. I wish your father had been like you . . . tall and a pretty kind of handsome like you are.'
"Then I started crying softly. I was leaning over him, my tits just inches away from touching him, dangling teasingly over his chest. I was still rubbing the lotion on when his strong arms reached up and went around me, tenderly and protectively. I snuggled up to him, burying my head in the crook of his arm and with one leg almost on his thigh.
"We lay there for quite a while, I think, occasionally sipping wine through a straw in a pop bottle. Everything started getting cozy and kind of hazy like. I dreamed we were on a boat, going nowhere and just drifting. There was soft music on the radio.
"I raised my head and looked deep into his piercing blue green eyes. As if we were both thinking of exactly the same thing at exactly the same time, Jeremy started nibbling at my pouting lips, trailing his tender tongue's caresses across my cheek and down to my neck, mumbling, 'I'll always take care of you. Always ... I promise.'
"I pressed closer to his cool, wet body, my leg now feeling the tempting hardness of his cock-a twitching hardness that seemed to be waiting for me to pluck it.
"His strong fingers played with the wet strands of my hair, dangling limply in tangles down my back. He pushed it all to one side and then our mouths met ... this time in earnest. This was no game we were playing-not like the 'Let's Pretend' when he was a little boy. We needed each other now.
"His silky tongue squirmed into my mouth and he pulled me over on top of him, then smoothly rolled me over until I was flat on my back with only the thin beach towel to protect my ass from the hard rock under me.
"I felt the sweat and water mingling at his pores as he hesitantly pulled himself away from my own groping tongue and started to gently nibble my neck and ears. I started moaning loudly, while my whole insides just wanted to scream and beg him to take me! His teeth, perfectly formed as was the rest of his gorgeous body, felt like tiny electrical shock waves as he went first to one ear, then the other .. . nibbling at them, breathing heavily into them, licking them, and moaning softly ... cooing a love to me.
"Slowly then, his hands started running gently and smoothly up and down the sides of my trembling and still dripping wet body and down to my thighs as he formed little circles with his grinding hips sending delicious and teasing little chills up and down my spine!
"Again his searching mouth moved down to my neck and shoulders and again I felt the tingling nibbles sending their ritualistic animal message down to my too-long-denied pussy.
"His hands were squeezing and kneading my willing flesh as he slowly moved himself down to my breasts, holding one in each hand while he nestled into the cleavage. He was grunting and panting and then I heard him say what I'd wanted to hear for so long: 'I need you!
God help me, I need you!'
"His tongue and teeth were getting much more demanding now, rampaging a path across my melting body, and their message came across louder and clearer than it had even at first. One hand left its place on my breast and I felt it jerkily slide down and between my legs then over to my thigh where his cock was innocently resting.
"I felt his fingers surely coil around it and then the slow, sexy movement as he started to ready it for me ... slow and easy, up-down strokes and right in between my waiting thighs! With one hand still massaging a tit, he held it close to his glistening face and slowly covered the whole breast with his searching mouth. I wrapped my fingers in his own pale blond hair and, pulling him closer to my breast, I pushed my chest up to him, wanting my denied tit to feel every muscle it owned respond to his gentle and sexy touches.
"It wasn't long before he had the whole thing in his mouth and was sucking and pulling on it faster and faster while the one hand still between my legs was doing the same thing to his cock.
"By the time he started nibbling down near my belly, I was too far gone to do anything more than moan and cry out how much I needed him. I wanted to use both my hands and just shove his head down onto my pussy and bury it there forever, his tongue permanently glued to my passion trigger.
" 'Don't make me wait like this, Jer,' I moaned. 'Please don't do this to me!'
"Slowly, his body slid down lower and lower until I finally felt his lips coolly brushing against my pussy hair, parting them lightly with his tapered tongue. I used both hands on his head to try to push him all the way down but I guess he was just too strong for me. He was going to do it his way, if he did it at all-slow and easy, and in no big hurry to get it done!
"It had been so long since someone had really loved me and made me feel like a true woman. I'd been empty, waiting for a man who'd take me-a man whom I'd let take me! I'd never realized that it was Jeremy I really wanted - not until now, that is. And then, all it took was his touch and I was gone.
"The longer he took getting down to my burning passion, the more I was afraid that I'd come too fast and then it would be all over too soon! I was almost afraid that I'd explode the minute he laid his tongue on my little knob there and then I'd have to wait-maybe even forever-to get him to try the same thing again. I couldn't afford that... !
"He nibbled tenderly all around my belly then back down to the start of my vee, burying his nose nostril-deep in the curly little hairs. His fingers gently tickled the insides of my thighs and. then-oh, God, then-he stopped right there! Right on my slit, a hairsbreadth away from the button that would start all the fireworks!
"Just as he did that, maddening animal lust feelings blazed through me. I was certain that I was going completely mad ... or worse, becoming a nymphomaniac or maybe worse than that! I couldn't keep my hands off him no matter how hard I bit down on my lip and told myself I wasn't going to get carried away.
"My fingers were like some kind of claws trying desperately to bury themselves in his scalp and shoulders. I had wrapped some of his hair around a couple of fingers and was wildly pulling on it, I guess in my own way trying to show him, to tell him how much I really needed his loving.
"His tongue flicked at my slit a couple of times then stopped as he moved his head over and started nibbling on my thighs. I could still feel his hand jacking on his cock but not quite so fast now-pretty slow as if he was just waiting. Slowly his tongue started by going around my passion trigger then coming closer and closer to the bone! The searing, charged tip of Jeremy's tongue probed into every corner of my pussy - even some parts that felt like they'd been previously unexplored-before finally sinking itself into my oozing slit.
"Tears were streaming down my cheeks. Finally, I discovered that I was still a woman ... capable of responding to lovemaking and enjoying it even as much as I had with my husband, Bill. Without really realizing what I was doing, I found my hands cupping my breasts, squeezing them like Jeremy had done and imagining that there was still another boy who was waiting to love me.
"His whole mouth was covering me now and his tongue was blazing its way into my grinding hole. I felt my own boiling liquids bubbling up to the surface, rising upward and downward in hot waves at one and the same time. Every part of me was on fire as I tried to picture Jeremy's face clamped tightly between the vise of my thighs. Thank God we were settled up on a pretty wide rock or we'd both have rolled off into the water the way I was thrashing around and carrying on!
"My hair, now a great mass of dry and water-streaked tangles, kept hitting me in the face as I tossed my head crazily from one side to the other, beating it into the hard rock surface. I -vaguely heard myself moaning almost hysterically as I pushed my. hips up and slammed them into his hungrily sucking mouth.
"Again my body lurched forward and smashed up into him. It was like something was tearing at my insides and forcing me to move that way. My hands blindly shot out, searching for someone I guess, but found nothing but thin air and a slight wind blowing from the east. I opened my eyes narrowly, still squinting against the sun, then steadied myself and reached down to dig my fingernails, short and not too sharp as they were, into Jeremy's hair-fuzzed shoulders.
"I dug harder and deeper until I just couldn't hold myself back anymore. I found myself humping and beating my crotch against his bobbing head in piston fashion while still holding tightly onto his shoulders and sometimes even grabbing a fistful of hair to make sure he wouldn't just get up and leave me like this.
"Suddenly my legs shot up in the air, just as if they'd been on a puppet string, and clenched around Jeremy's body, the heels digging into his backbone. Jeremy was sucking, biting and chewing on everything I owned-in my pussy-it seemed. His face was smashed up tightly against it and I could feel the tip of his nose burrowing into the hairy mound.
"I wanted to giggle just then. It was as if neither my hips nor my body could quite make up their mind. My hips didn't quite know whether they wanted to move up and down, sideways, in circles, or what. I brought my legs up higher, kind of resting on his broad shoulders as I pulled myself down then up on his face at the same time!
"I wanted to scream ... to tell my baby that I was coming, that he had me and always would
-but I couldn't! My lips were like parchment that had been soaked in beer and then set out to dry . .. and the words just wouldn't come out. It was as if whatever I wanted to say was stuck deep in my throat and wouldn't come up no matter what. Wanting to scream or cry or both, I jammed a fist into my mouth. What did come out was a high-pitched animal whine as my body jumped and twitched every which way. I could even feel my face twisting up in knots as I groaned out my ecstasy.
"Even as I felt the last few drops of my juice seeping out of me I couldn't stop.... I never wanted to stop!
"Slowly, Jeremy pulled his mouth away from my sex and he kissed and licked at my thighs tenderly before he abruptly grabbed my hand and pulled me to a sort of sitting position.
"My ass was a bit sore from pounding itself into those cold, hard rocks, but the feel of Jeremy's tongue overcompensated and my discomfort was forgotten. As I sat up, I noticed that he hadn't come ... that he had an even bigger-seeming hard on than he had when we'd started. He was sitting at the edge of the big rock now, his long hairy legs dangling over the rim. Slowly he turned around and crawled back to me, burying his tousled head in my cleavage and raking his fingers across my back as he pulled me close to his heaving body.
"He was shaking everywhere and I cooed to him gently, calming him down but never taking my eye off his masculinity. A noise like the hiss of steam from a loose radiator cap came gasping out of him as he nuzzled my chest.
"Jeremy's magnificent tool telescoped proudly out from the beautiful brown curly nest of his crotch. I inspected it carefully, anxiously peering at it from every direction but not finding any flaw anywhere. He had the grace and poise of a beautiful animal forever stalking its prey and never truly satisfied when the hunt is done.
"I'd never seen a male organ so beautifully frightening. It was long and thick and well proportioned, looking for the most part like a finely sculptured marble phallus. With my fingertips, I lightly traced the faint cordlike and bulging blue lines from its stocky muscular base to the light crimson tip. A smile crawled across my face as I tried to imagine its taste and feel in my mouth. Strange, I also noticed that his cock had a slight tilt to it-an unmistakable curve upward, regally and beautifully crowned by the prominent head.
"I pushed him backward carefully, even taking the time to roll up a towel and put it under his head. I was almost totally hypnotized by the look and feel of my son's cock-so smooth and fine looking. Or was it just that I hadn't really been excited by one for so long that just looking at one was almost enough to drive me up a wall?
"My face hung over Jeremy's crotch and, almost in dreamlike fashion, the flaming rubbery tip seemed to come up to and touch my eagerly waiting lips. I saw the glistening slit at its tip and stretched my tongue out, wiggling into it in slow motion wanting to extend this moment into forever.
"He jerked at my very touch but then slowly rocked his hips up and down, screwing his ass into the rock below, until I'd totally engulfed it into the oval O of my parched lips.
"I inched my way along its rigid gristly length with strong sucking movements, stopping briefly now and then to nibble tenderly as I'd seen myself doing to my late husband. At first it all tasted and felt very strange-as if I'd never done it before-but then, a male sex organ the size and shape of Jeremy's beautiful tool isn't all that hard to get used to!
"Every time I pulled up on it just the least little bit, Jeremy would jump as if someone had hit him with the tip of a whip or, worse yet, touched him with a frozen ice cube. That made me feel more secure and satisfied because I just knew that if I wasn't making my baby happy, he wouldn't just lay there moaning softly to himself. I think I know him well enough to be able to say that truthfully.
"Hungrily, I attacked the hardness of his bulging rod ... thinking all the time that it was just a big, beautiful dream and I'd wake up to find that nothing had really happened. I opened my mouth as wide as I possibly could, stretching it to accommodate him, and plunged down toward the thick stalklike base of his shaft. I almost reached the point where if I'd gone any further-which I couldn't do-my nose would have buried itself in his hairs and I wouldn't be able to breathe.
"When I came up on it again, I did it mostly with my teeth just gently scraping along the sides while I flicked my tongue along it all the way to the ridge. Finding the fleshy part of Jeremy's cock and unable to control myself any longer, I sunk my teeth into the part back down by the base and nibbled my way back up again.
"It seemed like it was all over too fast when his rod suddenly exploded in full force in my mouth. I almost thought I was choking to death as the thick streams of his come spurted out and flooded my throat. I could only gurgle while I gulped as fast as I could.
"I was still sucking, hoping it would happen all over again, when his prick twitched and let out its final shot. Slowly, Jeremy eased himself out of my gasping mouth while I madly tried to hold on to it as the shudders of orgasm rocked my body and little rivulets of sticky fluid dripped down my leg----"
The narrator in this final instance is Katie L., a thirty-six-year-old widow and mother of a sixteen-year-old boy, Jeremy.
As was cited in the mother's own words, the seduction was deliberately planned to make Jeremy appear the seducer and the mother, the victim of this seduction. The scene, briefly recreated within the framework of this text, was on the spur of the moment and quite accidental at the onset, rapidly becoming a cauldron of boiling passion as both mother and son gave way to their lusts.
It is also noted here that the mother identified with her son and not with those of her own age group-for example, her reference to the pride she felt at being taken as his sister or, more suitably, as his lover.
Several times in this book, the author has sought to identify and explain the encestuous relationship. Various authors and authorities in sexology have been cited herein, some with conflicting views, but all exploring the infinite possibilities and probabilities of this so-called uncommon phenomenon. We cannot stress enough the fact that many incidents do go unreported, always have done so, and, unless there is a drastic change in the attitude of the general public, always will.
There is no one person who clearly knows the facts on the true measurement of incidence in contemporary incest. Eyen were it practical and feasible to conduct a Kinsey-type study, it is doubtful that the "hidden secret" would be uncovered sufficiently to provide a true gauge. Obviously, only a minute percentage, a bare fraction of those individuals who do practice incest or who have so done at some time in their lives will ever admit doing so. Admission brings a stigma of one kind or another. And people avoid labels-especially of that kind-like the plague.
Again referring to the Folklore of Sex, Dr. Albert Ellis has noted that the "normal" person is one who has successfully repressed any and most all incestuous desires precisely because of the certain universal condemnation of such action. The family system of child rearing may and often does lead directly to incestuous desires; yet, in spite of this bond, a natural want for satisfaction must be denied all except those in what the modern society considers "primitive cultures."
Dr. Ellis has also mentioned that it is ironic that the idea thrives even in the face of a unified, nonconflicting antiincest attitude. It thrives in the subtle and often unconscious form of urges and impulses which are often said to be unex-plainable. This same authority goes on to say that this unconscious feeling may then lay the foundation for immense amounts of doubt, self-punishment (masochism), anxiety, unhappiness and, possibly even a groundwork for psycho-pathological behavior patterns.
By suppressing overt sex conduct, this society
(as with so many others) tends to "super-press" it into lower and not as controlled levels of the conscious being. It is much the same, parallel situation as when a parent tells a child that certain things are "no-nos"-all that is actually happening is that the child has it (this no-no) on its mind and will continually seek ways in which to carry out his secret desire. "... Sex behavior which is forcefully inhibited," says Ellis, "also tends to be forcefully inhabited...."
In the 1960s, as opposed to the preceding decade, the attitude toward incest has become much more liberal, though hardly enough to make incestuous relationships an accepted norm.
Still another interesting footnote to the subject of incest is Dr. Ellis's contention that a noticeable Oedipus complex is developed and nurtured within a person with incestuous desires due to the belief or assumption, whichever you prefer, that it is most certainly wrong to lust after the parent of the opposite sex and to be consequently resented by the parent of the same sex.
Dr. Ellis also contends that, if we didn't bring our children up to believe the criminality of incest, they wouldn't develop Oedipus or Electra complexes, even though they would continue to have Oedipal feelings.
Abelard adds:
... The notion that incest produces idiots, in part a basis for our society's unanimous negative attitude toward the practice, is a belief that seems to have grown out of Biblical implication. There is, however, good reason to believe that the root of the idea went back much further than that A number of anthropologists have suggested what I term the co-existing tribe theory. Namely, that at some time in the development of Homo sapiens there were two tribes, one of which duplicated itself through the practices of incest and the other of which procreated outside of the blood-relative sphere. It is said that the incestuous tribe perished in the path of an annihilating force while the other tribe, left with the same number of survivors built itself up again. The reason for this was given as being that the latter group and bred upwards and therefore cultivated its inventors and creative people, while the tribe practicing incest kept duplicating itself...
The forementioned quoted authorities have enlightened the briar path of incest but have not truly explained the emotion-the feeling of the person involved in such an incident. We continue now with the final narration in this volume:
"It was dusk when we finally staggered back to our cabin nestled between towering hilltops. We hadn't spoken all that afternoon but the bond that was now securely cemented between us was obvious. Acting much like husband and wife, we wrapped ourselves in the now dry beach towels as we walked through the wooded pathways, our bodies touching on an emotional plane.
"Jeremy went outside and found some interesting rocks strewn nearby and gathered them for his collection. I just lay back on the small lumpy cot and waited for what I knew would soon come. The serious look on his handsome young face made me fearful, in expectation of a reprisal or, worse yet, a condemnation for what we'd done. Instead, he snuggled close to me and whispered, 'It was good.'
"Since he was almost lying on top of me, it was no great struggle to aim his newly erect shaft right at my cunt and bring my hips up to set it in. He got himself between my legs quickly and slowly screwed it all the way into me, holding my hips up and pulling toward himself. I ground up against him, renewing the fiery passion of the afternoon but now filled with his majestic shaft. Something clicked in my mind, like a warning screaming wrong! wrong! and I tore away....
"I started sobbing and rolled over onto my stomach. Jeremy was squeezing my ass cheeks then spreading them wide apart. I felt his finger poking me there and screamed, 'Oh, my God, baby ... not there! ... Oh please, not there! Nooooo!'... But it seemed he only got more and more excited by the screaming.
"Something felt like it was splitting apart as I felt him plunge into me ... all of him-every inch! My brain was pounding furiously and I didn't even open my eyes because I was afraid I'd only see wild colors, stars, and a great big blur at this late point. I tried to hide my face in the pillow and crawl away but something held me ... Jeremy's hands, tightly clawing my hips and pulling them backwards. I felt him take good aim again and plunge ... deeper still! He'd slipped one hand, three fingers I think, up and into my slit-now he was jabbing and poking.
"I felt his huge shaft burrowing all the way up inside me, through my ass, and then he very gently eased himself out until I think only the bulging head remained. He did that to me a few times, not roughly but just insistent enough to let me know that he was indeed very serious.
" 'Jer, please ... stop!' I yelled. 'Let's do it ... do it the right way, huh, honey? Please!?'
"He mumbled something then pulled out. I knew we'd both been drinking and were kind of excited so I could understand his unusual rudeness toward me. He didn't really mean to come on that hard, I was sure!
"Jeremy positioned my legs, spread as far as he could possibly get them and, without even so much as a pillow under my ass, he held my pussy open with two fingers while with the other hand, he aimed the thick, carnally swollen cock at my greedy, hair-fringed cunt passage. The velvety soft folds of flesh parted easily and the bit of moisture that had still been oozing out allowed him to quickly and rather easily impale me until I thought for sure it had hit something in my stomach.
"He reared up on his elbows, trailing his thick stalk behind him, then plunged and rapidly started a furious pumping that threatened to make me sore as heck for days. His head was bobbing crazily over me and I could see a little bit from the corners of my eyes. He had an obscene kind of grin plastered all over his face and I wasn't sure if it was the effect of the wine or if that was the way he really felt. He pum-meled my defenseless cunt mercilessly, drilling right through me as if I were just an object.
"The thin blue veins were popping all across his temples, giving his face a rather eerie look to it. He drove into me a bit too hard one time and I screamed, 'Aaaaarrrrgh! Please . . . not so hard!' at the thrusting, brutal impalement. It hurt and yet it didn't.... I don't even think I can explain that.
"I was a bit shocked and surprised at the heavy-veined thickness crashing into me, ramming itself and jamming against my sensitive cervix. I felt my eyes rolling back into my head from the agony of it all, but it proved to be only a temporary shock that passed quickly and was followed by delicious tingling sensations in its path.
"Voraciously, it seemed, my unusually tender pussy clamped around his sex, milking it for dear life. I felt Jeremy's bloated balls slapping loudly against the damp, naked crack of my still-sore ass and I heard Jeremy's grunts of passion as each jab became more powerful, more spearlike, and much more demanding with each renewed plunge of his cock. I'd even managed to almost forget the lumpy and very uncomfortable mattress which was surely pockmarking my back by now and my ass as well, as I slowly wrapped my quivering legs around my son's strong, driving hips.
"I guess he buried himself in me to the hilt -at least I think it was as far in as he could go -and it was a very weird feeling all of a sudden. I found that I needed still more! I'd never been what you'd call a raving nymph about sex before, but now, all of a sudden, everything was changed around.
"My sore and tired body was electrified, straining itself against him desperately as my starving pussy continued to slam up against the downstrokes to meet Jeremy's deep thrusts. In fact, my whole body was in a wild semihysterical state of convulsion, every part of me seeming to have become totally uncontrollable. My fingers were clawing at his back, raking deep furrows across and down it and his neck, as if for a surer grip and my bony heels dug into the small of his back with more power than even I'd expected I'd have.
"I yelled, finding the words echoing and ringing crazily in my brain even after I'd torn them out of my thirsting throat. 'Jer!' I wailed, *hurt me, squeeze me, tear me apart ... pleeeeeze! I ... I need to feel you in me! Feel you, have you ... uh, aaaaaughh! I need it.... Oh, Jeez.... I need this so damn bad! Jer, pleeeeeeze!'
"He tried to smile back at me, to let me know that he heard me and he cared, I think, but his lips curled strangely in a nasty sort of way and it looked as if he really wanted and needed to hurt me and make me feel like I was doing something terribly wrong. The usually full, sensual and ripe-looking bottom lip was now splotched with pink-white marks where it appeared his teeth had sunk in deeply. The little bit of peach fuzz sprinkled over his top lip now looked much darker than before, a result probably of the glistening drops that had fallen there to rest, I guess.
"Jer pushed himself up on his elbows, pulling his hips up and away from me with his cock trailing so unwilling behind. I arched my back, hoping to keep that gorgeous tool in me and not have to let it go but, even with my body bent over almost in a half circle, Jeremy succeeded. I ground up against him, my ass twitching two inches or more over the mattress and screwing itself into nothingness, but all I could really still feel was the head, the soft, flaming crown of his regal tool.
"I was kind of hanging by my heels, tensing up and digging with urgency and desperation into his young and very strong back. 'Don't,' I moaned, 'don't tease me this way, Jer! I don't think I can stand it very long. I tried to grab at his shoulders, anything, just so long as I could pull him back down, on top of me and in me.
"I'm just a small woman, five foot three and one hundred and twenty pounds, sopping wet. Even so, I can be feisty if I get my mind set to it. I've gotten myself out of quite a few little scrapes that way and even managed to squirm my way out of some things I should've never been into in the first place. You know what I mean?
"Bracing myself to get all the possible leverage I could, I reared up and pushed forward, finally knocking Jeremy off balance. He fell backward, legs tucked under him, and I followed as well as I could, aiming and landing right on top. I'd done it better than I expected, even thought I did lose his cock for a couple of seconds there.
"I don't even think he knew what I was doing
-probably never had that done to him before -'cause he had this really surprised look on his face, like a little boy who'd just gotten caught jacking off for the first time. The moment was priceless ... and I couldn't help a hysterical kind of giggle which burst on the surface.
"I pounced on him happily, like a playful kitten with a new toy, greedily straddling his young, hard hips and shoving his cock as far as I could get it up me. Slowly, I rocked back and forth, humming softly to myself. Jeremy's strong hands caressed my arms, gently sliding up and down until I felt each little hair bristling and standing straight up after his fingers had passed. Goose bumps were popping up all over me and I shivered in my delight.
"I leaned back, resting the palms of my hands on his legs, and twitched my hips, making them move quickly back and forth so that his hardness was just barely moving in and out of my cunt. Slowly, I moved myself higher up on his body and did the same thing, only this time getting a little more than half of his cock into me. Jeremy held onto my legs tightly, trying, I think, to pull me all the way forward so that he could thrust up and stick me all the way. I didn't want that... not just yet.
"Moving smoothly now, I slowly slid back and forth on his legs, my ass coolly gliding over the fuzzy hairs then back up on his body again. I heard the sexy squishing and popping kind of sounds that only a cock makes when it's sliding in and out of a creamy wet pussy, and I thought I could almost see what was happening as if my eyes were in my cunny and it was all happening right in front of my nose.
"Jeremy was trying to act like the big brave man who wasn't turned on by any of what I was trying to do to him. He'd put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, just as if he was sunbathing on a soft raft in the middle of nowhere, and the only movements that told me he was still very much awake were those gently grinding ones of his hips. It was kind of a game, at this point-not like real fucking.
"I don't know, it's funny. Some women really flip out if they get to be on top. Me, I'd rather be on the bottom. I can really feel it pumping inside me that way.
"I tried to sit over him, being careful to stay very still while my pussy worked on getting Jeremy to be more alive-more with it, you know. It did feel good, anyway, I've got to say that much for it. I stared at his cock so slowly moving in and out of me and, at that moment I got hung up staring at my breasts. I hadn't thought much about them in the last few years. No one was around to make me care.
"Now, all of a sudden, they were alive! I was alive! Anxiously, I cupped one in each hand, gently caressing them and pinching the nipples just enough to make them really stand up. I even leaned forward and kind of dangled them in Jer's face, teasing him and hoping that he'd rape me or something!
"I hung them as close over his face as I could and greedily watched as his eyes narrowed and his pink-tipped pointed tongue flicked out to wet his mouth. 'Like them?' I asked hoarsely. 'Kiss 'em for me, honey. Make me feel good, make me come!' I was really trying to control my voice so I wouldn't let on how excited I really was. Even so, the last few words came out like a high-pitched but soft whistle as I dug my fingers deep into the soft and yielding hot flesh.
"Fascinated, I watched his mouth go into a kind of oval as he raised his head and moved it toward my steaming body. I pulled on my breast and stretched it out to his fast approaching and flicking tongue, teasing him with it and enjoying every minute of the discomfort I saw on his face. 'Suck it good, honey,' I moaned. T know you can suck it good!'
"His warm mouth quickly covered one of my nipples even as I was holding it out for him. Grunting and moaning loudly, he sucked on it -a little at first, then with the whole thing in his mouth and pulling on it so hard that I fell over on top of him, his cock loudly plopping out of my well-lubricated cunt.
" 'Oh, damn!' I said. Jeremy folded his arms around me, smashing my one tit to his face and the other still hanging, but now over a lumpy-looking pillow. I felt my blood boiling as I threw my hands around his head, crushing him to me and wiggling up and down on him as if I still had his cock in me. I felt his teeth, so gently nibbling on my tingling nipple, and it excited me so much that I fell over on him completely.
"His breathing was coming harder now and he rolled me off him and over on my back, quickly climbing on top, still following my tit. His cock, hard as solid stone, was jabbing my thigh as his excited fingers danced all over me.
"'Fuck me!' I yelled. 'For God's sake and mine, fuck meeeee!' Desperately, I dug my fingers into the sides of his head, holding it still and hoping that he wouldn't tease me anymore. I didn't think I could stand it. I could feel the wetness as come seeped out of my pussy hole and trickled down my legs. It was hot and sticky, matting the dark curly hairs and frustrating me no end!
"I knew that if he didn't fuck me pretty soon, I wouldn't hesitate using my own hand. I hadn't done that for a while, just when I used to dream of having Jeremy in bed with me. Then I used anything I could get hold of: my hands, a candle, or a cucumber, even. It didn't really make that much difference to my frustrated body at that point.
"Now he was just teasing me, and I knew it.
Not satisfied just to make me beg for it, he wouldn't go one way or the other. Either stop completely, or do it!
" 'Jeremy, dammit. Don't play with me anymore!' I cried. 'Please let me have it! I want it!' I hated to be teased, even before I was married. But now, just now I found out that it really turned me on. The more I had to beg for it, the more I wanted it.
"Calmly, Jeremy inserted his cock into my waiting cunt. As I felt is sliding into me, I found myself gasping meaningless words and phrases under my breath-talking to myself, you might even say.
"I grabbed the bunched-up blankets and sheets under me. My damp fingers opened and closed as my passion drove me, frantically, desperately clutching onto something. My legs felt like long pieces of rubber tubing as they wrapped around my virile son's back and I slid further under him to inhale every millimeter of what he finally had to offer me.
"Jeremy was firmly holding onto my jiggling ass as he smashed his cock all the way up my greedy tunnel. I seemed to have lost a lot of my past energy as his heady power totally overtook and paralyzed me in a moment of acceptance and submission.
"Our sweaty bodies shook together as he drilled into me. Once, only once, did he hurt me ... and that was when he'd gotten a little too excited, pulled out too far and came down too fast. Hell! I thought for sure he was going to drill a hole-another one-right in the side of my pussy.
"My head seemed to be swimming on soft foam with a multicolored light show going on in the dimly lighted room as Jeremy tunneled his gorgeous rod into my convulsing hole. I felt his bloated balls slapping wetly against my raised ass cheeks and chilling them momentarily until he came crashing down again.
"Like an old volcano that had lain dormant for years and was finally stirred, my cunt exploded! It felt like the popping and crackling of a million or more lightbulbs, each going off after the other and tingling and burning their way to the surface where they vanished into nothingness, leaving only their unbearable heat.
"Jeremy must have felt the rumbling and the speeded-up action as the walls of my pussy milked him, and he burst wide open, showering me with a torrential blast of hot creamy come and drowning my belly with his passion. I lay there under him, barely moving, but with my pussy desperately holding him, trying to drain every last drop and savor its taste.
"The sweat was just pouring off him, dripping down the sides of my face and neck as his body covered mine. Panting and gasping hoarsely, we were like two statues, a united sculpture caught in the rapture of sex. Disappointed, I felt his cock quickly going limp on me and I realized, however regretfully, that there was absolutely nothing I could possibly do to stop this process -no.matter how much I or anyone else would want to.
"I don't know how long we lay there, feeling each other's heart pounding at a furious pace, and smelling each other's body with the passion still seeping out of the pores. It doesn't matter -we celebrated the Fourth of July the way it should be celebrated: starting slowly and climaxing in a big bang!
" 'Was it wrong?' he mumbled, his handsome face buried in a pillow. 'Can anyone tell me that what we did was wrong?'
" 'No, Jer,' I whispered. Inside, my nerves were still screaming as well as frightened. "Think of it this way-I'm not only your mother, I'm the woman who loves you ... very much, my darling.'
"Calmly, he rolled over and cupped my face in his smooth strong hands. We stared into each other's eyes for several minutes, the looks of love mingled with a millimeter of doubt. Slowly, he pulled me toward him, our tongues searching each other out. His tongue filled me, a passionate kiss and better than any verbal bond I've ever known.
"We love each other, and we always will...."
IN RETROSPECT
As we stated in the opening pages of this volume, the text was to deal realistically with sex among family members, specifically, incest. We did not purport to provide fantasies of incest, lengthy diatribes against incest, or laudatory verse condoning incest.
We said, too, that this was not just another book using the subject of incest for "filling up the pages." Rather it is an attempt to portray in layman's language the human element which is as involved in this as in any other romantic or purely sexual relationship.
We do not purport to deal with an analyst's unraveling of intricate personality structure in this text. We are merely the tools, relating human vice or virtue, whichever may be the case, as the narrators in each .chapter have provided us.
In the first chapter we transcribed the story of Lynn F., a seventeen-year-old high school student, who relates not only the seduction of her thirteen-year-old brother but also their mutual seduction of their mother. The incest factor is discussed, possible motivation for the brother-sister seduction of the parent, still other motivations for the same type of relationships, and the view of the general public toward such behavior.
The second chapter relates the seduction, by a twenty-five-year-old veterinary student, of a niece, age ten, and her girl friend by an uncle. There follows a brief dissertation relating incest factors, the narrator's possible motivation, etc.
The third chapter, is evidence of a grandmotherly seduction of a sixteen-year-old grandson. This is one of the incidents which has gone unreported and would probably have never come to light save for the narrator's cooperation with the therapist. The narrator, a forty-six-year-old widow in this instance has a somewhat "split" personality being a pillar of her community at one end of the spectrum and a free-swinging hedonist at the other.
Explanatory material included herein notes Roger Blake's comment that a woman's natural role in life almost precludes boys' reporting an incident where a woman tries to molest them sexually, particularly after they reach a certain age. First of all, if the boy is genuinely shocked and offended, he would seldom risk the embarrassment of having to report that a woman got fresh with him. As to the more sexually mature youngster, he might well not only enjoy the situation physically, but deem it the highest kind of complement that an older female could be interested in him in the role of a real man.
The only difference between the case subjects in this chapter and those in other chapters is that the boy who is seduced by his grandmother goes on to become a gigolo, offering his body for sale, rent, or hire, to high bidders.
The fourth chapter treats what might be called a mutual seduction involving two elev-en-yea.r-old twin daughters, their newly wealthy father-a plumber-and a seventeen-year-old baby-sitter. What we noted here was the absence of guilt. For most people, the experimental nature of the daughters is forgivable, but the father's behavior they would condemn. His actions were, by most standards, immoral, and by many, amoral. A psychiatrist might diagnose a character disorder. But we have decided to avoid such jargon, and to relate the case histories as simply as possible.
It is, therefore, this writer's contention that by providing the realistic case history material found in this text and the expository material to be found within each chapter, a furthering of understanding is to be had. By showing the characters as they really are, and not as we would often like them to be, we hoped to have brought the readers at least one measure closer to an understanding of the incest factor.
The motivations discussed in detail in the preceding chapters have affected humanity for countless centuries. Insecurity about sexual ability and fear of rejection is quite often the motivating force for many forms of sexual deviation. It is when these drives carry an adult far from the beaten and well-worn path, so to speak, that society itself, an institutionalized repository of human instincts and drives, begins to vociferously decry the action it sees.
The voices we hear so loudly echoing in our minds may or may not be those of neo-Victorian morality-then again, they may or may not be fairly liberated but still frightened souls. In conclusion, we address ourselves to all....
