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   On The Psychiatrist's Couch.  by (c) Hamilton Joyce.  Mf, Mm.  TV.

   Note by Doktor Schnellwang: Patient 368 Walter Smallbone had referred
himself to the Clinic citing family issues leading to depression.  As he
stripped for the introductory interview I was able to assess his physique
as ectomorphic, of that "aristocratic" English type, tall, slender, blonde
with very little body hair: his genitals appeared normal if on the smaller
size of the normal range, circumcised.  There was, perhaps, something
feminine about him facially, with high cheek-bones, very full lips, and
long eyelashes, his hair over-long too, flopping over his forehead.  The
buttocks, too had something of feminine roundness and softness, no
masculine angularity there, and his legs were slender almost to the point
of feminine grace.  If a full medical examination proves necessary he will,
of course be referred to a medical doctor.

   This will be a complex and interesting, even stimulating case.

   TRANSCRIPT OF RECORDED TAPES CASE 368 Patient Walter Smallbone.  First
interview March 9 2011.  NOTE: this document is proprietory and
confidential and may be accessed only by authorised medical personnel

   Doktor Schnellwang: You will lay on the couch, Walter, and I will sit
beside you.  On your back with your head on the pillow.  You may find it
relaxing to close your eyes if you wish.  At the clinic where I trained we
used to conduct our interviews with the patients naked, as that encourages
a liberation of the psyche, a freedom to access the innermost reaches of
the mind.  For that is where we are probing, Walter.  However in England I
find it better to start with patients dressed in light hospital gowns: they
have shed some inhibitions with their clothes, but not awakened negative
feelings of embarassment so common among the males of this nation.  Now
tell me, in your own words and in your own time why you are here.

   Patient: I find it very difficult to find the words.  I have a teenage
daughter, and I lust after her.........  Worse, I am afraid I will be
tempted to corrupt her........  when I see her I want to do all sorts of
foul things...  even commit incest and can't get her out of my mind.  I'm
so ashamed.......  I am frightened I will do something, be found out,
ruined, imprisoned.

   Doktor: We may eventually establish that your problem, Walter, is not
the lust you feel for your daughter which is normal if the girl is
attractive, but those feelings of guilt and shame, and the fear of
disapproval by society.  Now describe the girl to me.

   Patient: 'Myra is twelve but will be thirteen this month: she had her
first period at eleven but is really still a little girl, but with small
breasts to show she is growing up.  What else do you want to know? ..... 
She is not tall....  comes about up to my chest, and is quite slender......
especially her waist, hips, legs, and her buttocks not much broader than a
boy's.

   Doktor: I am interested that the main detail in your first description
of her for me refers to secondary sexual characteristics.....  her breasts
and her buttocks.  We will explore that in more depth later.  You will
bring me photographs of her at our next session, naked would be optimum but
if that is not possible in swimwear or underwear, and from all angles. 
Even if you have photographed already, please take new ones as I will need
the most recent.  Now tell me about your family circumstances.  Later we
will go at length into aspects that are significant.

   Patient: I married her mother when we were both twenty, and she was
beautiful, like her daughter.  My wife had a bad time with the birth and we
never had any more children.  My wife always had an eye for handsome young
men when we were courting and I suggested to her an "open marriage": she
refused saying she would be loyal to me but when we were making love I used
to get pleasure from imagining her with some handsome young man, me
watching her pleasure in the various sexual acts including some she never
permitted me.  I never understood how that could be, but I certainly would
have liked it.  I suggested it several times after we married, with men we
had met, but the answer was always no and as for me I was faithful to her
until the day she left me four years ago.  I expect it surprises you I
wanted her to take lovers?

   Doktor: It surprises me not a bit: very commonly subjects laying on that
couch tell me the same.  We will explore that in later sessions.  Now tell
me about your own childhood and the years before you met your wife.

   Patient: My father was in the army and was killed in an African United
Nations Peacekeeping Force when I was about four.  I can't remember him at
all, and grew up without a father.  Mother never remarried and I think
never had any real close friend let alone lover.  There was an uncle,
mother's much older brother, who befriended me, and also my grandad, but
they did not replace my dead father.  I did not have any real friends
because I was always a loner, and bookish rather than sporting.  I was
teased for my name, which actually rather well describes part of my
anatomy, and sometimes bullied as I was always smaller and physically
weaker than most of the class.  I never had any sexual contact with other
boys or with any girls.
Doktor: Other adult men?

   Patient: Certainly not though I now suspect my wife's brother lusted
after me and would happily have abused me; that was when I was ten , and
when I was at secondary school there was a teacher....  I would have been
twelve then.

   Doktor: We shall certainly explore both ....  and perhaps esplore that
word "abused".  But tell me more about your mother.

   Patient: She was a good mother and had to work as well as bringing me up
but never complained and was always cheerful.  She was a beautiful woman,
tall, slender, long blonde hair....  When I say slender I mean her legs and
waist: I recall her breasts as being not full, but firm and shapely, and
her bottom was very womanly.  I loved her.  She cuddled me a lot, right
from when I was a baby, through puberty and even as a teenager.  It was at
puberty I started having shameful thoughts, and so similar to those I now
feel about my daughter.  When I was about eleven I chanced to open the
bathroom door and she was standing there in her lingerie: It is imprinted
on my mind and I can see her still, her long legs in glossy, black seamed
stockings, Her bra and panties in black satin with scarlet lace trim and
the suspender belt with its four straps......  I could see the shape of her
nipples, and even more shocking, the tight crotch of her knickers hid
little of her pudenda, even the near-open cunt-lips.  I could see her
bottom in the mirror, and the knickers had been caught in the crease of her
labia, showing the shape of her pubes as well.  I stood there, eyes
wide-open, staring and speechless, and as I was still wearing my pyjamas I
am sure she would have seen my cock had stiffened.  She just laughed as I
apologised and shut the door.  But I fear my first ever complete
masturbation a few minutes later was to the image of her standing there,
not just naked but deliberately dressed to excite men.  I lay on my bed and
it only took two strokes of my hand to cum, a huge orgasm and also the
first time I ejaculated: until then when I masturbated it had been dry or
at most a little drop of liquid.
As I moved through puberty my imaginings, my fantasies became more and
more gross as I learned about sex in the classroom and even more in the

playground....

   At first I imagined her cuddling me dressed as I had seen her in black
satin, and the feel of her silky bottom and breasts as she caressed me.

   Then when I learned about fellation, I fantasised her sucking my cock
while I sucked her clitoris.  I knew some of the boys and girls at school
were doing this and although it seemed impossible for a wimp like me, the
butt of their jokes, I thought in my dreams that mother....

   The more I found out about sex and all its varieties and perversions the
more I merged my fantasies of incest with mother into them, getting more
disgusting, but driven.  I always felt guilty, ashamed, and useless after
cumming.

   I became obsessed by her lingerie....  looking for it in the laundry
basket, sniffing her panties, slipping them on, putting something up my
anus and pretending I was her being fucked, my cum splattering into the
bath.  I'm so ashamed now, and was back then too....  after I had cum.



   Doktor: It is perfectly normal in a teenage boy to lust after his mother
and to be excited by female underwear....  which is deliberately designed
to stimulate males!  I assure you that if you had a father or she a lover
the resulting sexual jealousy would have added a further dimension to your
complex and you might have even more difficult problems now.  As it is,
your situation is a modifiction of the complex that would usually manifest
itself as a boy's jealousy of his father and his wish to supplant him.  We
will explore this further later as we delve deeper.  But that is enough for
our first session.  Meanwhile, consider that far from "corrupting" your
daughter your love for her could be fulfilling her, growing her towards
happy adulthood.  Please bear that in mind as you cuddle and tuck her up in
bed tonight.  And take those photographs of her....can you print them at
home?
Patient: I have a printer.

   Note by Doktor Schnellwang.  Patient relaxes and is able to access
memories and emotions felt as a boy.  This is hopeful for his treatment. 
He was made to feel inferior as a boy by bullying at school, and by his
slighter, more feminine physique....  his name, too, was unfortunate.  This
will have impacted in his marriage, and his un-realised desire to see his
wife taken by a "real man".  His wife appears to have refused him any
sexual acts beyond the very minimum.  He had no males in his life, father
dead, no close school friends, no befriending teacher, neighbour, priest or
relative.  He mentions an uncle who "lusted after him" and a teacher.  The
voyeurism with his wife, and awareness of this uncle's desire suggests a
possible repressed homosexuality in the patient.  His daughter is not the
cause of his pyschological problems, but may well prove part of the
solution.  Next session March 16.





   TRANSCRIPT OF RECORDED TAPES CASE 368 Patient Walter Smallbone.  Second
interview March 16 2011.  NOTE: this document is proprietory and
confidential and may be accessed only by authorised medical personnel.

   Note by Doktor Schnellwang : while the patient undressed I reviewed the
photographs he had brought: His daughter is wearing a bikini type swimsuit
and is a splendid example of a twelve to thirteen year old caucasian girl.
She is about five foot three inches tall and slender without being in any
way thin.  Her breast developement is fairly advanced, being full, firm and
shapely, her waist very slim, and her buttocks not yet broadening into full
woman-hood but no longer child-like.  The pubic area appears to be
developed and the plumpness of her mound as revealed by the skimpy and
tight-clinging swimsuit would very probably indicate some pubic hair
growth. Her labia seem plump, perhaps even swollen suggesting that the
process of posing for the photographs has led to sexual arousal.

   I have told the patient that I wish him to lay naked on the couch today
and in future.  I have not told him that this is because observation of the
penis, noting twitches and occasional erection is a useful indicator of the
patient's response to questions and his own narrative of memories.

   Doktor: Tell me how you persuaded your daughter to be photograhed in her
bikini.

   Patient: I lied to her as I have not told her that I have sought
psychiatric help.....  She thinks I go to a political meeting Thursdays.  I
told her there was a photographic competition where I work, and that I
wanted to enter in the "People at work or at play" section; would she let
me photo her in her new swimsuit?  She was clearly surprised but agreed
happily and a few minutes later came back ready to pose.  I did it properly
with a sheet to stop lighting glare, all very professional.
But she was so lovely my heart nearly stopped!  I had last seen her with
only a swimsuit in the summer and she has developed delightfully over the
last few months....  her breasts now no longer just little bumps, and her

bottom no longer boyish...

   I had never seen her in this swimsuit before as she had not worn it last
summer and I seldom go to the swimming baths with her....  she goes at
least once a week.  It was pastel blue, and I would think a very thin
material as her body shape showed rather clearly through it.  I've not
phrased that very clearly, Doctor, but if you look at the photos you will
see what I mean.  I could see her nipples standing very obviously, and
surprisingly large: and there is no doubting that she is developing breasts
to rival her mother's, and already more defined even than my ex-wife's,
much firmer and very shapely.  I would have found it difficult to take my
eyes off them, but I could not stop them wandering down to her crotch.  It
was disturbing to think that boys and men would see her in this bikini
botom at the pool, as while her nipples showed then her pudenda were just
as completely revealed, if not more so.  Look closely and you will see a
lovely flat belly, sun-tanned still, and then the swelling of her Mound of
Venus: I thought I could see a single fine blonde hair escaping from the
tight edge of the blue silk....  but It does not show on the photos.  I am
sure she already has some blonde pubic hairs.
All that was disturbing enough, but what made my heart beat and nearly
stop was when she posed with one foot slightly forward so there was a gap
at the top of her thighs, just below the bikini: I could clearly see under
the mons the shape of her labia, lips plump and the crack between them
catching a fold of the flimsy cloth.  I think you can just make out or

perhaps guess at guess at the little clitoral hood.....

   I did not touch her breasts, but I just had to touch her bottom on the
pretext of adjusting her pose...

   I'm ashamed to say, Doctor, that my penis became erect....  just as it
is now telling you about it.  She was so desirable, and I'm sure she knew I
was drooling over her teenage breasts and sweet, hidden honey-pot, my eyes
fixed on it.  When I finally looked up she was almost laughing I thought,
certainly smiling with a look in her eye I had not seen before, and she was
looking at my crotch too.....  but whether in surprise at the bulge or in
appreciation I don't know but I'm sure she knew I was lusting after her,
and I'm also convinced she was enjoying my admiration.

   Doktor : There are two photographs from behind....

   Patient : And she is if anything even more stunning from the rear.... 
look at that bottom!  So trim, but rounded and shapely, and her legs so
long and slender, and her flawless back.  I know she waxes her legs as I
have seen the packaging in the bathroom and they could not be so silky
without that, even in a teenage girl.

   After we had taken the photographs I printed them off and then shut my
door, and I'm really ashamed to say I masturbated looking at them, and I'm
afraid my orgasm was one of the biggest, strongest I've ever had.

   Doktor : And you are erect now, remembering.  There is no harm in that:
she is a beautiful girl, dressed to provoke, enjoying the effect she is
having on probably the only person she really loves.  And I believe you
have taken a deal satisfaction in showing her to me, describing her in such
graphic detail: that might be indicative of even deeper motivations might
it not?, And she is possibly the only person you truly love...  unless your
mother....?

   Patient: Mother died early this year.  It was a release as she had been
ill and in pain for a long time.

   Doktor: I see.  But you loved her, and in many ways your relationship
with your daughter echoes that with your mother.

   Patient: I had the same feelings about Mama, the same horrid lusts and
the same guilt especially after masturbating thinking about her.  I wish I
had never seen her in her lingerie, and that memory did not echo down the
years for me, still making me think obscene thoughts even now, the same
forbidden thoughts I have for my daughter.  I wanted to bury my head in her
crotch and feel that black satin against my lips, her pudenda pressed on my
nose as I kissed her labia through the silk....  just as I wanted Myra in
her pretty blue bikini.  I wanted to slip my hand inside and feel the heat
of her arousal, the slippery sliding of my finger inside her labia, the
hard little clitoris, the gripping vagina.  And with Myra I wanted to feel
her breasts as well; they would be so pert and pretty if I could see them,
feel them I am sure.
When I think about Mother, and also little Myra, then I become a beast
with just the desire to suck, fuck, squeeze, indulge my lusts in forbidden
mouths and vaginas, even in their bottoms.  I imagine her in bed with
handsome young men, sharing their lusts while I watch, sometimes through
the keyhole, sometimes sitting openly by their bed, sometimes even tied to
a chair, penis painfully erect and forced to watch....  and then, when I
have cum I feel disgusted with myself, my weakness and shameful desires....

I'm a mess, Doktor.

   Doktor: and that is why you are here, but we will sort you out, the two
of us working together, be confident of that.
There has been a third woman in your emotional life, your wife.  What

were those sexual pleasures she denied you?

   Patient: She had every right to deny me, Doctor, as they were all
obscene and shameful, like most of my desires in fact.  I've already told
you I asked her to take a young stud to bed so I might watch him take her
in front of her husband.  She said no several times and finally I even went
so far as to invite to dinner a very fit and, I thought, handsome young
man, a new recruit in the Company I worked for at the time.  My wife had
too much to drink...  as she often did sadly, and I thought she might be
willing to indulge my odd fetish, and also find pleasure in his great
physique.....
The young man was confident he would be sleeping with both of us very
soon, and why not as I had freely offered my wife to him, telling him he
could have her mouth and her pussy and that I would be content to watch. 
Secretly I had been hoping to "clean his cock" with my mouth between their
I hoped many sessions that night.  And towards the end of the meal he
started making comments, flattering remarks first about her clothes and
then about her body, sexy innuendos, and finally much more clear
indications of what he expected to happen.  I was in a state of some

excitement as you may well imagine, knowing my obsessions, doctor.  At the
end of the meal she asked me to help her in the kitchen a moment and in
there where she gave me a real nasty telling off, low-voiced but
vicious.... she knew what I was up to....  that I was a dirty little wimp
of a man wanting to whore his wife....  that she had more self-respect...
was I gay or something?....  did I want to see Rupert naked, suck his
cock?....  if I ever again pulled a trick like this she would just walk
out....  and that she was not going back into that room.

   I had to tell Rupert that she was suddenly unwell and was going to bed.
I never had sex with her again after that as she never approached me that
way and I did not dare approach her for it.  She walked out on me about six
months later, and who could blame her?

   I'm almost ashamed to tell you the other things I wanted and she
refused....  but I know I have to be completely honest.  Well, I wanted to
suck her off, to lick her pretty clitoris and labia, to stick my tongue in
her cunt, and even her anus.  I especially wanted her to suck me off and
sometimes knelt over her with my cock resting on her face, but she always
refused to open her lips.  I wanted to butt-fuck her, especially when she
had her period, but that was clearly impossible as she would not even let
me rim her....  I will never forget the look of disgust the only time I
asked her to let me and slipped my finger into her rectum.  That was the
first time she asked me, again with disgust on her face and in her voice,
if I was gay.  I would have liked to tie her up and play spanking games,
and have her do that for me.  I bought a strap-on and wanted her to use it
on me...  She never used it and I still have it somewhere....  I never
asked her to lick my anus as I never dared much as I would have liked it.
When I tried to lick hers she blew all her fuses, and we slept in separate
beds for a week.  Sex was always just "Missionary Position" vanilla.... 
but amazingly that is all she wanted and she had no problem getting orgasms
despite the lack of variety and regarding me with comtempt.  I had to be
satisfied with secret fantasies of cocks, submission and so on while we did
it....  There!  That's about it, Doctor, except that when I fantasised
about my Mother I wanted the full range of that perversity.  And when I see
my daughter, Myra, I am passionate in my desire to teach her to enjoy them,
to show her all the varied sex that man in his subtlety has dreamed up.  If
she knew my thoughts when I saw her in that little bikini-pouch and skimpy
little bra she would be horrified at her daddy's evil mind.  If only she
were not just twelve, and not my daughter....but I half suspect I only want
to do these things to her because she is my daughter, because she is only
twelve and because her mother forbade them.

   Jesus!  I've been going on and on......

   Doktor: But what you have said finally has a deal of wisdom!  It is
because these things are forbidden to you, and have been for so many years,
that they obsess you.  And your assumptions about your daughter and women
in general are because you idolised your mother, and your wife was a
Puritan in some vital respects.  Do not assume women....  and even young
girls...  do not share the same splendid variety of desires you enjoy.  I
see the word " enjoy" puzzles you, but I believe in a few weeks' time it
will no longer do so.  Our task is to make you ready to joyfully embrace
these desires and to give expression to them.

   I have several tasks for you before our next session.

   First I wish you to buy your daughter some very sexually provocative
lingerie....  You will need to measure her carefully to ensure it fits as
you need to buy it on-line.  You may be able to find it on one of the first
three sites I have noted on this card for you.  But if not, try the fourth
which specialises in sexy underwear for small girls, even pre-teens: it is
more expensive than the others, but good quality, and you will probably
need to get her fully-fashioned stockings from there if they are to fit
snugly.  It looks as if her feet are small, so her shoe size should not be
a problem....  high heeled of course...  plenty of sites offering those.  I
will want you to have dressed her in them before our next session, so you
will do well to order them tonight, and pay for special delivery by
midweek.

   Also Walter, I wish you to purchase for yourself lingerie as close as
you can find to that your mother was wearing when young Walter surprised
her in the bathroom: I'm sure you can remember it exactly!  And also a
black satin negligee, thigh length with a sash that ties around the waist.
You will also buy yoursef a wig, blonde like your mother and shoulder
length.  The last of the site URLs is a specialist in wigs for
transvestites....  yes I know you are not a transvestite, but you will
later need this and it is best to have all the equipment in place early. 
You will eventually need lipstick and a simple make-up kit: but you can
pick that up so easily in any number of shops.  I assume your mother wore
high heels....  but not in the bathroom.

   Patient: She liked shoes and high heels especially.  But why do you want
me to wear lingerie?

   Doctor: You will work that out for yourself as the therapy advances,
Walter.  Just buy the lingerie, negligee and high heels (black with straps:
you may need to go to that specialist transvestite site if your shoe size
is over eight): don't wear any of it yet: leave every item in its packets
and put them away till we do need them later.
Dress your daughter in her new lingerie though, and photograph her so I
know you have really done it: take it from me, Walter, she will be happy to

oblige!

   I think you will enjoy your home-work, as will little Myra.







   TRANSCRIPT OF RECORDED TAPES CASE 368 Patient Walter Smallbone.  third
interview March 23 2011.  NOTE: this document is proprietory and
confidential and may be accessed only by authorised medical personnel.

   Note by Doktor Schnellwang.  The patient appeared nervous, even less
relaxed than usual as he undressed and lay on the couch.  His penis was
flacid but became erect as soon as the session started, and remained so
throughout.  He was observed to stroke it on occasions, a positive sign
that he is now totally relaxed in the unaccustomed situation of the
therapist's couch, and indicating his discomfort was related more to coming
to terms with his memories and less to the therapy.  He did not bring
himself to completion.
Doktor: Tell me how your daughter received her lingerie.

   Patient: The same evening as our last session I told her I needed to
take some measurements for some clothes I was going to get her.  It would
be best if she took off her outer clothes so we could be exact.
As she stood there in her white cotton trainer-bra, and her little white
cotton knickers with red kisses on them she look so sweet I had an
immediate erection.  This was getting so common as she got sexier and
sexier almost by the day that I did not even bother to try to hide it:
would have been no good trying in any case as it was really tenting my
trousers!  She complained the tape measure was cold across her back as I
measured her chest, and then told me I was doing it wrong, and that the
tape had to be higher up.  She took my hand and placed it correctly and I
read off the centimetres....then teasing me she told me I would probably
need her cup size, and she placed my hand over her right breast, pressing
it down so I could really feel the firmness there.  She giggled and told me

she knew I liked her breasts as I was always staring at them.  I'm sure I
blushed at the shameful realisation this little girl...  not yet even
thirteen...  knew her daddy lusted after her body.  And because I had
clearly felt her nipple harden under my palm I also knew she was aroused by
my caress and probably too by my too-apparent erection."

   "They are A-cups, anyway, if you need it: that's almost the smallest
they do for bras."

   But she giggled again and said "bottom".  I told her the ordering
instructions were for hips and she just giggled and told me that was
because they did not want to say "bum".  Anyway, I knelt down and stretched
the tape around her hips....  I could feel the firm, round cheeks and her
cotton panties were quite short leaving the top of her bottom-cleavage a
pretty little "v" of dimpled flesh and the start of the so-desirable crease
with its hidden mysteries....  when I shuffled round to the front to read
the tape her pussy was inches from my face, her pudenda and even the shape
of her labia...  The thin cotton had been caught up in the crack so the
lips were outlined, and there was a tiny hole where the fabric had torn...
a clothes peg I guess...  and I could see a quarter inch of pink.......I
can't go on, Doctor.

   Doktor: Continue, please.  And there is no reason why you should not
place a hand on your erect penis if you find it comforts you.

   Patient: I measured her waist.  She is so slender and trim in her hips
but her buttocks jutted beautifully, still firm but round and promising
delights.....  how I wished I could openly fondle them insted of just
touching her to measure: the flesh so firm and with wonderful
muscle-tone.....
And then she teased me by telling me I should measure her inside leg,
even parting her legs as she stood there and holding the pouch of her pussy
in her little hand.  I told her they did not need leg measurements as I was
not buying trousers, and did not tell her that I thought I might orgasm if
I touched her inner thighs, so white and silky....  But she insisted saying
that if I did not measure her legs I would only find I needed that

later.... so I might as well do it now.  I think she was just teasing me,
but it was easier to agree and I measured her inside leg, holding the tape
right in her crotch, the back of my hand pressed against the swelling pussy
and I imagined I could feel a dampness there.  When I measured her other
leg I was sure of the dampness, and I also wondered if she was deliberately
wriggling a bit and bearing down on my hand....  I half-thought of that
stray fine, blonde, pubic hair I had seen when photograhing her in her
bikini and I think I was close to coming at that moment.....  but I pulled
my hand away as if it had been burned.  I did not feel guilt, though, as
those strong feelings only really fill my mind after I have masturbated and
cum: before that I know I am doing wrong, but only intellectually....  not
deep down

   I'm not expressing myself well, doctor.

   Doktor: You are being remarkably clear, and I am pleased to say very
honest.  Continue please.  If you wish to stroke your penis there is no
objection.

   Patient: As it happens it was her birthday Tuesday morning.  The parcels
had arrived by special delivery Monday, but I decided to give them to her
on her birthday as it would be easier to explain the lingerie.  I would
give her the present in the morning, but the underwear in the afternoon as
there would not be much time before she had to get ready for school and I
wanted her to put the pretties on for me and of course I needed some
photographs for your dossier, Doctor.
She had come into my room to get her present, as I knew she would.  I
usually sleep naked, but had put on pyjamas the night before so as not to
startle her though there was not much I could do to disguise the
continually hard penis I seemed to have nowadays in her presence or even
when I just thought about her.  She was wearing little-girl cotton pyjamas,
white with red roses on them, and looked so young and innocent, and happy
too.  She must have been awake early as I'm sure she had showered and done
her hair....  there was a scent of lavender and her hair shone as she

perched on the bed beside me.

   I said happy birthday angel, and gave her the little box.  It was a new
mobile phone with internet access: she was overjoyed and rolled over onto
the bed, put her arms round my neck and kissed me, thanking me.

   My body was covered by the duvet from the waist down which was a good
thing as I had an immediate erection when I felt her breasts press against
me, and I could not resist pulling her closer with my hand on her
bottom.....  the cotton was very thin, but I found myself thinking about
those satin panties, and then the image of my mother in her bathroom
imposed itself for a split second on my mind.  I thought I understood in
that moment why you wanted me to dress her in the same lingerie as I had
seen that day, in the black satin that had fueled my fantasies for so many
years, the black and scarlet panties that had provoked so many obscene
musings about sucking pussy, sucking arses, anal sex, even
sado-masochism.....  But I'm rattling on again, Doctor....  Don't
misunderstand me, Doctor: it was a chaste kiss, the sort of kiss a grateful
little girl gives her daddy, and I did not fondle her breasts or actually
caress her bottom....though I would have liked to.....  I knew it would be
a shameful act close to abuse, and suppressed my desire...

   But I think she quickly groped my penis through the layer of duvet,
except I can't be sure because if she did her hand only pressed against it
for a fleeting moment and there was no change in her expression....  I can
hardly believe she would, surely?  And yet I think she did feel to see if I
was erect after her kiss, and with my hands on her buttocks.

   Then she jumped up clutching her new phone and ran out of the room,
excited and very little-girl and I did not see her again until I had
showered, shaved, dressed, and was cooking our breakfast.  I'm ashamed to
say, Doctor, that I masturbated quickly while showering, thinking of the
feel of her breasts, and especially what she would look like in her new
black and scarlet lingerie.  While I did so my memories of my mother became
somehow merged with my expectation of Myra in her adult sexy clothes later.
I spurted spunk high up on the tiled wall, really over-excited by these
obscene thoughts, and afterwards I felt guilty as usual: there was no
lasting pleasure at all, no after-glow of satisfaction, just a sort of
depression, and my penis was still erect so there was no relief either.

   My cock was still erect when she kissed me before going off to school.
Thirteen!  I told her she was a real teenager now with "teen" in her age
number.  She giggled and told me she was "grown-up now": really flirting
with me, teasing me as she stood in her school uniform hands modestly
clasped behind her back.  Everything about her was chaste and
innocent,......  except that sultry look in her eyes and the pouting
lips......

   I had a bad day at work, not able to concentrate as I planned how I
would give her the lingerie, trying all sorts of scenarios, getting
erections, annoying the people who work for me and depend on me....  that's
another downside of my obsession by the way.  Unless we cure it I am likely
to make the sort of mis-judgements that can ruin my business, my mind full
of obscene and illegal thoughts driving out consideration of business
opportunities.

   I went back early and was home half an hour before Myra.  I showered,
dressed casual, and started my laptop to kill time.  I should have told you
before, Doctor, I read pornographic stories on-line sometimes, no images or
videos, mainly because they are illegal, just stories.
Doctor: Yes I needed to know that.  What is the theme of those stories?

   Patient: It will not surprise you I like ones where a grown-up seduces a
child.  It might be a man with his son or his daughter, or equally a woman
with hers.  Or a baby-sitter,uncle, neighbour, priest, teacher.  But always
kindly and gentle: I hate any violence or force.  I know that legally it is
rape, but my fantasies always include willing children, or at least
children who become eager for penetration.

   Doctor: Those stories are clearly reinforcing your sexual feelings for
your daughter, but also providing you with a masturbatory outlet for your
repressed sexuality.  Interesting how the human psyche attempts to find
ways of reconciling opposites....  I have written about this, Walter.  Do
you ever read about an older male seducing a young boy, does that ever
excite you as much as a male with a girl?
Patient: Yes.  Or a woman with a girl or boy.....

   Doktor: Interesting.  We will explore that homosexual or more properly
bisexual aspect of your syndrome later.  But now your daughter is about to
arrive home and you are already sexually aroused...  continue please.

   Patient: She burst into my room telling me how great the phone was and
kissing me again, arms around my neck, sweet body pressed against mine. 
She looks so cute in her school uniform...  I love the way her breasts push
that white shirt out....  the shirt is really not feminine at all, and nor
is the school tie of course, but when filled with young breasts it is so
provocative.  And I still had the memory of that moment when she had placed
my hand on her breast and I felt its roundness, firmnes, warmth like a
young pigeon in its nest.....  And I just adore her in her black blazer and
the black tights they all wear under the school skirt.
I told her now she was a real "teenager" at last, nearly grown up her
daddy had got her some extra presents because she was now a young lady:
they were a bit silly, and perhaps as much for her daddy's enjoyment as for

hers.  Daddy thought she would look so pretty in them...  She opened the
packet of lingerie and ooohed and aaahed at how lovely the bra and panties
were, and the suspender belt, studied the packet of stockings and excitedly
told me they were fully-fashioned, telling me too, ignorant male, that
meant they had seams.  She unwrapped the black satin negligee and held it
against her body saying how sexy it looked.  Then she opened the two other
packets that I added extra to your instructions, Doctor.  An ankle-length
white silk nightdress, advertised as clinging to the body: I bought it
because it would cling to her lovely breasts and rounded bottom.  Last of
all a thigh-length black nylon night-dress, slippery-shiny, but nearly
transparent: her breasts and her pudenda would scarcely be hidden at all. I
had a moment of guilty panic when she held that up to her body and smiled
her almost "come-hither" smile, with a sort of melting look in her eyes. 
She knew what "sexy" was!
Doktor: The high-heeled shoes?
Patient: I nearly forgot them, but she was so pleased with them she
tried one on.  It fitted!

   She asked me if she could put them on now.  I told her she could, but
not the negligee or night-dresses as I wanted to see her in the grown-up
lingerie, and it would be nice if she changed in my en-suite shower room
and then came in so she could astound me with her beauty.  Giggling, she
picked up the smaller packets of lingerie and the shoes and went into the
toilet.  She made me wait at least ten minutes, on edge, penis tumescent,
wishing my scenario allowed me to strip naked or at least release my cock
from the confines of underpants and trousers.  But I knew how I had to play
this...  or at least thought I did!

   Finally the door opened and she stood there, telling me the suspender
straps are so difficult to fix.  I told her she looked lovely, devastating,
so grown-up, and also that next time I would help her fix the straps as I
was good at it.

   Doktor: Yes I have the photographs here, Walter, but describe what you
saw and the effect it had on you.

   Patient: She stood in the doorway and then took one step towards me,
smiling: she looked a bit unsteady in her new high heels, and I think she
was aware of that and then she giggled in her little-girl way so
inconsistent with her big-girl clothes.  But I don't think she was
regarding it as just a game of dressing up because she said in a low voice
that I didn't mean lovely, I meant that she was sexy.  I couldn't find
anything to say, doctor, but then she said that it was all right, she knew
she looked sexy in these things, and briefly held one breast and then
stroked her bottom with both hands.  My cock twitched when I saw that and I
was sure my own pants would be sticky with precum.  I was also desperate
about the conflict between my lust and the knowledge this was my own little
daughter I was lusting for.  She said she knew they were meant to look
sexy, and she had looked at herself in the bathroom mirror and she looked
just like those girls in the magazines....  like the Playboys I kept under
my bed!
How did she know that....  and did she know what I used them for?  This
little girl had secrets I had not plumbed, and was not, perhaps as innocent

as I had assumed....

   She had her new mobile in her hand and asked me to take a photo on it
for her.

   I did of course, two in fact, one from the front and one from the back
and told her she was to keep them to herself as I could get into trouble if
anyone else knew I had got her these adult and erotic things.  No not even
her best friend Emma!  Then I told her I wanted some too, and they are the
ones you have there, doctor.  I posed her for the one from the front and
the side, but the last one from behind of her touching her heels was her
idea.  I nearly came when I saw her cute little bottom with the black satin
stretched across it, and the shape of her pussy from behind, plump and with
the suggestion of divided lips.  That and the dimple at the waistband where
her bottom crease started.  Because the panties were so tight over her
crotch as she bent forward.  You can see the plumpness of her lips, doctor,
but I had to imagine her pretty little anus.....

   I'm going on again I'm afraid, but I did find it very sexually
exciting....  and disturbing as this sexy little tart was my own daughter,
thirteen today, only thirteen dammit, but so desirable and I suspected so
willing.  But so forbidden, so beyond the reach of anything except my
hopeless dreams.  And surely I had not sunk so low as to take advantage of
her love for her daddy and her wish to please him, surely I had the
strength to control my urges?

   It got worse when she came over to me....  I was rooted to the spot and
speechless....  threw her arms around my neck and kissed me.  It was not a
chaste, little girl kiss this time but a lover's kiss, open-mouthed and her
tongue penetrating my mouth.  I felt her hand between us momentarily grasp
my penis through the cotton of my trousers, before instantly releasing it
with a giggle.  "You see, daddy, I said you meant sexy not lovely.  And I
know why you wanted one from the side: it's so you can see the shape of my
breasts.  Or is it the shape of my bum?" She giggled.  "I expect you want
me to come to bed now..."

   I told her she was a naughty girl to tease her daddy like that, but I
would not spank her for it.  Instead we were going out to the cinema and
then to McDonalds as a birthday treat.  She was pleased, but still teased
me saying I should spank her first and then we could go out.  I just shook
my head, untangled her from me, and she asked if she could go out with her
new lingerie and shoes.  I told her no, ordinary nice clothes, and she had
better get a move on or we would be late for the film.


Doktor: The film was?

   Patient: Toy Story.  But we were late for the showing we wanted, and it
was eight thirty before we could get in.  So we ate before the film, and
because we had quite a long wait we went to a proper bistro instead of
McDonalds.  Actually that made a better treat for her as we often ate
burgers, but seldom a proper meal out, and I let her have a small glass of
wine.....  I don't think she liked it, but she pretended she did.
I would have enjoyed the film if I had been able to concentrate on it,
but she had asked me to take her to bed....  was that just joking or was
there a real invitation?  Spanking?  I had so much to think about, and my
problem was getting worse as I found her more and more seductive....  soon
I feared it would be irresistable and I would overstep the red-line drawn
by religion, morality, society.  Worse, she was so warm and sweet with her
head resting on my shoulder, or rather just under it in the crook of my
arm-pit, and at exciting bits of the film her little hand would clutch at
my thigh.  I would have dearly loved to place my hand on her naked thigh
as, I am sure, so many other men in the darkened cinema had with their
partners, but I did not.  I was hard, of course, but she did not touch my

crotch again....
Doctor: You went home after the film?

   Patient: Myra was tired, and in fact so was I so it was home and to bed.
No more teasing...
I slept, but was woken up at about three by the storm....  you must have
experienced it too, doctor.  I enjoy the drama and spectacle of a real
electric storm and I had a quick piss and then stood in front of my picture
window to watch it.  I dimmed the bedroom light down to give just enough
light so that I did not trip over anything, but dark enough to give the
lightning its full effect.  My pent-house flat faces south and east, my
bedroom east looking out over part of The City and down the Thames, and the
flashes of sheet lightning, the spears of forked lightning were genuinely

spectacular over the river and the other buildings of The City.

   I was standing there enjoying this when Myra came in.  "I was frightened
.,daddy, and can't sleep."

   She came over to me and put her arms around me....  I sleep naked,
Doctor...

   Myra was wearing the near-transparent black nylon nightie I had given
her that afternoon, and as she hugged me I could feel, yes and just about
see her breasts really for the first time since she had been a very little
girl with tiny bumps and puffy nipples.  They were now rounded, small yes,
but firm with quite large aureoles and nipples that seemed to be pulling
them upwards and apart.  Even more disturbing, above her naked legs I could
see her pudenda through the nylon, and I had been right there was a tiny
triangle of pubic hair, though her tight-closed, plump lips were as far as
I could tell in the dim light still hairless.

   And then even that subdued light went off and we were in pitch darkness:
and I felt her arm tighten around my waist as she asked if the penthouse
had been struck by lightning.  I tightened my own arm around her shoulder
and pointed to the view, where a swathe of the city had suddenly gone dark,
with only the occasional light presumably from generators.  A fork of
lightning struck within a hundred metres of us, and I felt my little girl
flinch.

   " I don't like it, daddy and I don't want to see it, and I'm cold. 
Aren't you cold, all in the nuddy?" "A bit.  We'd better get you back to
bed then."

   Another flash of lightning even closer and the almost immediate clap of
thunder.  "I'm too frightened".Let me come in your bed, daddy.  Please.  I
'll be too scared with all these flashes and bangs, I feel safe with you,
daddy" So, Doctor, my nearly final temptation had arrived and presented me
with a dilemma.  I knew I couldn't trust myself naked a-bed with a pretty
teenage girl shouldn't let her sleep alongside me, I knew it would be a
horrible temptation, but I could hardly send this scared little girl to be
frightened and alone in her bedroom could I?  So I led her to my bed though
the darkness, holding her hand and she snuggled down beside me, facing me
as we lay on our sides.

   Another flash of lightning and almost simultaneous rolling roar of
thunder.  My angel snuggled even closer, pressed up against me now, her
face pressed against my neck, her breasts against my chest....  her
pubes.....

   I think I'm saying too much, doctor.

   Doktor: Not at all.  You cannot say too much!  You were describing Myra,
scared, pressed against you for protection and comfort, perhaps more? 
Continue.  please.
Patient: I could feel her body, scarcely masked at all by the thin,
slippery nylon of her nightie, pressed against my now painfully erect cock.
I did not know where to put my hands as she hugged me, and kept them by my
side, turning so I was laying on my back so her body was not touching my
penis..And she whispered in my ear.

   "Are you angry with me, daddy, being so silly and scared?"

   "Of course not, angel.  I can never be angry with you.  Why do you think
I am?"

   "Because you are not hugging me."

   And she lay on top of me, and more than that grabbed a wrist and placed
my hand on her bottom.  It was naked!  The nightdress, hardly armour
against abuse in any case, had ridden up at the back.  The thought went
through my mind that she had, perhaps deliberately pulled it up....

   And that is where I lost it, surrendered my self control and fondled her
buttocks with both hands while she lay on top of me, her legs astride.  Her
weight was insignificant of course, so slender a girl, but I was certainly
aware of her nipples and breasts pressing on me despite the nylon nightie.
I allowed my right hand to slip into the crease of her bottom, and heard
her gasp as the side of it touched her anus, the hardness of her perineum
and then the soft warmth of her pussy.  I felt her arms tighten round me
and her face in the dark seeking mine out, wanting to be kissed.  As we
kissed, mouths wide open, tongues fencing with each other to gain entrance
to much-desired mouths, I wanted to know if that dampness had been there
when I measured her and "innocently" touched her pussy through her school
knickers.  I opened her lips with thumb and forefinger and slipped my index
finger inside.  She was damp!  She was in fact wet!  She was aroused.  My
innocent little darling, a virgin of just thirteen summers who looked as if
she should be dressed in white for some church service she was so angelic,
she had the hots for her daddy!

   She gasped and sighed, and then moaned, half-stifled by my mouth
fiercely covering hers, and I felt her bottom wriggle under my palm, my
finger now dabbling in her juices.  I had found her clitoris, erect like a
little grain of rice, or perhaps a small hazel nut, and was gently pulling
on it and releasing before making a figure of eight around it and then
pressing it again.

   Her hips were now moving against my body as if she were fucking me, and
my cock was sliding against her belly, naked like her arse and for the same
reason, sliding in my own copious pre-cum.

   My finger slid lower and suddenly I felt the warmth and wetness as her
virgin vagina gripped it with the vigour a fit young teenage girl can
manage there, especially when virgin.

   Another gasp, and even fiercer kiss sucking on my tongue and her hands
now holding my head.  Her bottom moved even more under my palm, and I was
kneading it in more than a caress, feeling the firmness and softness there,
the young muscles and the silky flesh.  And always my cock slid up and down
her belly with more and more pre-cum to lubricate it.  As her hips bucked
ever harder and faster so my impertinent finger slid in and out of her
tight little pussy and my knuckle rubbed her clitoris with each down
thrust.

   And she came, my little angel, came not noisely but with pants, grunts
and little squeaks.  I had controlled myself till now but now it was
impossible, with the knowledge that my little girl had found the ultimate
pleasure in my arms, as I had in hers.  My orgasm had out-pleasured any I
had ever achieved either solo or in those few years when I had a partner
for sex.  I remember thinking that I must have soaked us both, but we just
rolled over on our sides.

   The storm had abated during our minutes of total absorption in each
others' bodies but there was no question now of her returning to her lonely
bed as she snuggled up to me again.
Doktor: Your penis was still erect?

   Patient: No, doctor.  For once I was temporarily at least satisfied.  We
both slept immediately.
Doktor: And in the morning?

   Patient: Myra was awake before me, and I awoke as she pushed the door
open holding a tray of coffee.  She was still wearing the nightdress but my
spunk stains were all over it.  I pushed the duvet back, and the dried cum
was on my chest and belly too, and on the bedclothes.  The sun shone
through my picture window and as she put the tray down on a bedside table
nothing was hidden of her beautiful figure, sunlight streaming through the
flimsy nylon.  But then she pulled the nightie off over her head and
dropped it to the floor.
"I'll have to wash that out before I wear it again: you have lots and
lots of semen.  I know about semen because we've done that in Biology,
though he did not tell us there would be so much!  She giggled, and as she
climbed into bed the open stride of her legs showed me the sweet honey-pot
I had held and fingered the night before.  She had a flat belly, top half
sun-tanned still from last summer, but the triangle of pubic hair, a more
golden blonde than her ash-blonde pony-tail, was framed by white-as-milk
skin, soft and hairless.  Her mons was plump and prominent despite the
flatness of her belly (you could see the results of her swimming and
gymnastics).  My eyes moved from the little hood at the top of her pussy
down over her cunt-lips that I had opened and penetrated the night before,
blinded by the darkness.  They were worth fixing my eyes on, plump and
pinker than the white of her inner thighs, but closed tight with no hint of
the hard little clit and juicy inner labia I had enjoyed last night.  There
was no sign of dried cum on her body so I assume she had showered or wiped

herself down with a hot flannel.

   She giggled.  "Yesterday it was always my breasts.  Now you've felt me
up it's my cunny.  I love you, daddy and you can look at me as much as you
want!  It makes me tingle!"

   She knelt on the bed facing away from me, bent forward, and spread her
buttocks with both little hands.

   "There, daddy, now you've seen me from behind!"

   From behind I could see her perfect buttocks, white and flawless, the
crease of her bottom with the kissable little dimple at the top where it
started, the dark shadow hiding her anus....I would kiss and lick that one
day I promised myself....  and then the little purse of her pussy, cunt
lips closed completely as they should be in an innocent thirteen year old
girl ...  ho ho....  but so beautifully plump and concealing for the moment
the delights of her clit and inner lips.

   Then she spread them for me, one little hand on each buttock and I saw
her anus for the first time, rosy pink amid the whiteness of her buttocks,
petalled like a flower, just inviting a kiss.

   "There, daddy, now you've seen it all.  Nice?"

   'Kiss me there, daddy".

   She giggled, a little girl in her laugh, but not so innocent in her
words!

   "You're a naughty girl!"

   "Then spank me, daddy!"

   I needed to cool all this down before it got completely out of control.
"Hand me my coffee before it gets cold, and come here and have yours too."

   "The electric's on again, and I woke up early so I thought it would be
nice to have coffee in bed.  I woke up feeling so good, so alive after last
night that I just had to get up.  But you looked so peaceful and handsome I
didn't want to wake you, even to have a peek....."

   She pulled the duvet down so that my cock popped out, hard of course
with the naked girl beside me, and her legs were apart enough for me to
have another view of her naked thighs and pussy.

   I desperately wanted a piss despite my erection, but even more I wanted
to feel her young body again.  I took her half-finished cup and put it
beside mine on the side-table and put my arms around her, making sure my
hand was over one of her pretty little tits.  It just filled it and I
decided a small firm breast was sexier than any full, adult bosom.  Her
legs opened more and I took that as an invitation to slip my hand onto her
pussy again cupping it with my other hand and deciding this hairless and
silky flesh was sexier thsn my wife's ever had been: I slipped my finger
between the outer lips finding it wet and juicy again, her clitoris a hard
little nub as I fingered it.

   "That's lovely daddy.  Don't stop.  I do it often for myself but it's
sooooo much better when you do it.  Do you do it for yourself ever, daddy?
The girls say lots of the boys do, and I know all the girls do."

   Her hand was grasping my cock, though her fist could not close around
it: she was not wanking me....  yet.

   "Of course I do my little angel....  everyone does!"

   "And when you cum, then you squirt semen like last night?"

   I nodded.  I was excited but to be honest a bit embarassed by the
matter-of-fact nature of her discussion of what, when I was her age, were
taboo subjects.

   "That's nice when you use both hands, daddy, a finger in my cunny and
your other hand diddling my clit.  I'd love to see you squirt....."

   "You can, my little blonde angel.  I'm nearly there just doing this to
you, but if you rub my cock up and down a few times I'll cum...."

   "Oh!  Fuck, daddy!  I'm going to cum.  Ooh!  That's so good."

   And then it was the same little squeaks and grunts, and the same
gripping on my two fingers now in her cunt, and when she had finished
coming she moved so she could look at my cock close-up and started to wank
me....

   I meant it when I told her I was close to coming, and it must have taken
only half-a-dozen strokes to give me the familiar feeling of tension in the
arse, the cock and then the explosive relief as I spurted my cum.  Her face
was close to me as she was keen to see everything, and the first rope of
cum splattered over her face from chin across her lips, her nose, her eyes
and forehead, and finally into her blonde hair.  My second missed her but
flew further landing on my chest and shoulder.  The third was weaker and
fell in separate blobs on my belly.

   I watched entranced while her little pink tongue licked the cum on her
lips, and then from her fingers after she had wiped her eyes and forehead.

   "Mr Blenkinsop told us about ejaculation but he never said how much
there was, nor how it flies through the air!  Hey!  It feels nice and
slippery-silky in my mouth.  Doesn't taste of anything though.  Did I do it
right, daddy?"

   I told her she was perfect, but that we would have to hurry up or she
would be late for school....  she needed to shower the cum out of her hair!
Doktor: What did you feel after, Walter.

   Patient: No negative feelings this time.  I sort of knew I had crossed
an important red line, and was happy because she was happy too.

   Doktor: Then we are making progress!  I assume she slept with you that
night?  It would be Wednesday, would it not?

   Patient: It was wednesday, Doctor.  I had a better day at work, still
somewhat hampered by continual erections whenever I thought of my daughter
but with none of the doubts, shame and fear of the day before.  After all
masturbation was a comparatively innocent action, not to be compared with
fellation or the full sexual act.  If I could confine myself to mutual
masturbation then I could live with my conscience....

   I did not know how much further I was going to be tempted....

   I phoned her to say I would be a bit late, about eight, and when I got
home she was all ready to cook us a meal.  I sat in the kitchen on a tall
stool and watched her as she made a big Spanish omelette, and told her she
looked great in her school uniform.

   She was really happy and giggling a lot as we chatted, teasing me,
saying it was just because I fancied teenage girls but it was ok as
everyone knows that all men do except the gays.  I played along and told
her that among all those beautiful teens therewas one girl I found very
sexy.  Then she was really, wonderfully naughty....

   "If you like teenage girls in their school uniforms, how about like
this?"

   And she took off her blazer, hanging it on a chair, then slowly her tie
and then her white shirt.  She stood a moment in her cotton trainer bra and
then pulled that off over her head.  There was no clasp as it seemed to be
elasticated.

   "That's what you like, daddy!"

   She put a hand over each breast and then pushed them out towards me,
smiling and giggling, eyes focussed momentarily on my crotch..

   "I love you so much, daddy...."

   I realised then this was a pleasant game to her, this sex with daddy,
but that the game was getting some hidden emotional depths for both of us.
And for me it was not just the delight of her body, breasts to fit in an
old-fashioned champagne glass, bottom to tempt a saint, it was that I
really loved her and knew she did me too.  And it certainly was ultra-sexy
that combination of school black skirt and tights with naked breasts!
Doktor: You slept naked last night?

   Partient: She wore tight cotton panties.  Well they were tight at the
crotch and across her bottom, but loose at the legs...  I think the elastic
must have atrophied.  They were old and worn, but as she stood by the bed
she looked so sexy with her slender arms and long legs, and that camel-toe.
Yes, I was naked.  I thought about pulling them down, but one of the
fantasies that had haunted me over all those weeks when I had wanted to
make love to her but fought against it was to slip my hand down the waist
band of those very same little-girl knickers and caress the sweet softness
of her bottom and the delights of the crease between her buttocks, so I
left them on her.
I pulled her over on top of me, her head close to mine, and as our
mouths met I did just that, I slipped a hand down her panties and felt the
silky flesh.  Myra goes swimming a lot and has her weekly gymnastics
training so her muscle-tone is very good, and her bottom was lovely and

firm as I fondled it.

   She wriggled and whispered in my ear that she loved her daddy and she
could feel he loved her too.  Obviously she was referring to my hard penis,
pressed up against her naked body.  She wanted me to make her nub tingle
again and make her cum.

   As our mouths met again I slipped my hand into the crease of her
buttocks and felt the warmth of her pussy, her lips still closed though. 
But not for long as I opened them with finger and thumb and my index finger
felt the heat and wetness of her inner lips.  I slipped my other hand
inside, and she opened her legs completely, now laying astride me and in
this position her pussy was completely open to my hands.  I was able to
tease, to tweak, to pull at, to rub her stiff little clitoris while
slipping a finger of my other hand in and out her vagina.

   Our kiss was interrupted for a brief moment while she told me how good
it was, that I was doing it just right, that she could feel it coming, and
then her mouth was on mine again, my tongue inside hers, just as my finger
had invaded her vagina.

   Her breasts were pressed against my chest and her arms round my neck. 
Then she was coming, not with any shouts or screams but just rhythmic
grunts, and I felt the spasms of her vagina gripping my finger as I pressed
and released her clit.

   Then she asked me to fuck her....

   "Please, daddy, put your cock where your finger is.  Please, daddy, I
want to feel your cock filling me up".

   "But I'm your daddy, my angel, and that would be wrong."

   "It would be so good I'm sure.  And I know you really want to."

   Of course I was tempted, doctor, but it would be incest....  and of
course there was another problem too, which made it easier for me to fight
off the almost unbearable temptation just to slide my penis into the vagina
of a willing teenage girl who loved me as I loved her, with a love greater
than accepted beteen father and daughter, with a strength greater than I
had ever felt for my wife, even on our wedding night...

   "There are no condoms in the house, and it would be a disaster if I gave
you a baby...  You know about condoms?"

   "Yes.  We've done all that at school."

   "So you know why we can't in any case, but I can show you another lovely
way...."

   "Oh yes, daddy....."

   I threw the duvet off and there she was, sexy girl from the waist up,
little girl knickers waist down.  As always it was her breasts that got my
immediate attention as I had been watching them gradually fill out her
pyjama tops, blouses and school shirts for two years, and now had finally
seen them in their naked beauty, caressed them, and kissed them: and that
was what I now did, almost reverentially kissing the white flesh of one
breast, licking, pressing my lips against it to feel the silky smoothness,
closing my lips on a pinky-brown nipple and feeling it harden, stiffen as I
had just felt her little love-button.  She told me how she loved it when I
kissed her breasts so I licked, kissed and sucked on the other one too.

   South now, tasting her flesh with my pointed tongue, licking down over
her chest to her belly button and sticking my tongue into it as I intended
in a minute or so to penetrate the deeper mystery of her vagina.  Her navel
tasted spicy and very feminine.  She raised her hips as I pulled her
knickers down, and off.  My lips down now over her firm, slightly rounded
belly, combing the fine fleece of her golden triangle with the tip of my
tongue, and then to the promised land of her cunt-lips, now plumped up and
slightly opened by my fingering and her orgasm.  Her little button just
peeped shyly out, still erect like her puffy little nipples.

   She opened her legs a bit more, and I took this as an invitation to lick
her, so I forced my tongue gently between her lips and savoured the taste
of her wetness, the flavour of her arousal, the scent of her teenage pussy.
Her "Yes!" was a mixture of sigh and moan of pleasure, and her hips rose in
a simulation of fucking: I thought this must be an innate reaction as the
girl was still a virgin.  It was very exciting to feel her melting away
under my caresses, her pussy getting juicier and juicier as I flicked at
her clit with my tongue, nibbled it gently, licked around it in a figure of
eight, pushed my tongue into her honey pot....

   And then I slipped my index finger into her vagina and felt the strong,
young muscles grip it: this would be a tight little pussy for the man or
boy lucky enough to take her virginity.  I knew that fortunate fellow could
be me, her daddy, if I wished, that she desperately wanted me to fill her
with my stiff cock, to pump my cum into her as she herself came, but I had
decided that I would limit myself to oral pleasures.  That seemed a minor
act compared with the real sin of incest.  But there was nothing against
thinking how good it would be to feel that gripping of my penis instead of
my finger, and to share her pleasure at the moment of orgasm, both united,
loving father and adoring daughter.

   Her hips were now moving up and down in complete imitation of full
sexual intercourse, making my finger....  now two fingers.....  slide in
and out like a cock and rubbing her clitoris against my nose as well as my
lips, so I did not have to move, but could just lay there as she took her
pleasure from me.

   And gave me pleasure too!  I was on the edge of cumming as she fucked my
face and hand, and had to hold myself back by thinking of more boring
things.  I had other ideas about where I would deposit my cum tonight and
that was not over the bedsheets!

   Luckily for me she came before my situation was completely
uncontrolable. She did it quietly: she was never very noisy when she came,
and I knew she had by the increase in the activity of her hips, faster and
faster, and then slower.  I heard her sigh, felt her body become rigid,
felt her vagina grip my fingers really tight, and then relax as her hips
slowed and finally stopped.

   My face was covered in her clean, teenage love-juice.

   We lay like that for minutes and then she asked what she could do for
me. I told her anything she wanted, and she said she would like to kiss my
cock, and see if she could make it cum in her mouth.

   I told her I was so close to cumming, so excited by her lovely young
body, her breasts, her bottom, the taste of her pussy, and the feeling of
her cumming that I was sure if she put my cock in her mouth and sucked on
it I would cum very soon.

   She lay with her body close to my face and I could caress her breasts as
she kissed my knob and I saw her lick the precum that was welling out of
it. Her fine, blonde hair spread out over my thighs.  Then there was the
pleasure, physical but also psychological of seeing her open her mouth wide
and let my knob slide in.  Warmth!  Wetness!  My own daughter sucking her
daddy!  I pushed and my cock slid deep into her mouth, making her gag.  I
told her to hold it round the base so it would not go deep enough to touch
her throat and make her choke.  She let it leave her mouth second and told
me she was sorry, it was more difficult than she thought, and she had never
done it before.

   I told her I had never been sucked off before.....  which was true,
doctor....  that it was lovely and that her mouth was so good at sucking
and it looked so good as well to see my cock sliding in and out of her
lips. I told her we would learn to do it together, two newbies.

   She must have liked that as she sucked me harder as I fucked in and out
her lips, and then she held my balls with her other hand.

   I did not tell her I was cumming: I just let it rip and my first spurt
must have filled her mouth.  She did not gag and was swallowing
desperately. The second overflowed, her mouth full already, and some
dribbled past my cock onto her chin and sun-tanned neck.  Then the third
spurt she swallowed completely.  My cock would just be oozing now and she
let it rest in her mouth while I enjoyed the feel and the look of her.

   She liked it, doctor, and wants to do it again....
Doktor: What were your feelings after?

   Patient: No guilt or shame now, doctor.  I've decided that oral sex will
be my limit with Myra, and that is not really serious incest, is it?  My
only feelings were of happy well-being, and glad that my little girl was
happy too.

   Doktor: Not completely happy, your daughter.  Do not forget, Walter,
what she said to you, when she asked you to put your cock in her.
Patient: That's right I suppose: but I am her daddy.

   Doktor: Let us look at this question of incest more closely, Walter.  In
the days before birth control there was a good reason for the taboo on
sexual relations betwewen father and daughter, sound genetic reasons
founded on the dangers of in-breeding.  With birth control there are no
such dangers and there is no logical reason why the loving relationship
between a man and his daughter should not have its full physical
manifestation.  The probably stone-age religious ban on it, often ignored
by the way....  that archaic restriction is irrelevant now.  Are you with
me?

   Patient: I think so, doctor.  And it feels so right when she is naked in
my arms.

   Doktor: Man is capable of loving in many relationships, sometimes
several at the same time, sometimes when frowned upon by social or
religious custom.  And remember your daughter has needs too: and has begged
you to fulfill them.
Patient: Perhaps I have been too hasty in refusing her.....

   Doktor: Good!  We are making progress.  Now this is what you must do to
give your daughter what she needs and to complete this first phase of your
therapy.  Take her to this clinic.  As you will see from their card it is a
gynaecological clinic and study centre.  It is run by an old friend and
colleague of mine, Doctor Okolski.  Berta is a medical doctor like myself,
but she also studied with me in Vienna at the Klinik für Experimentelle
Psychologie.  I will call her after this session to introduce you and you
should telephone late morning tomorrow to make an appointment for Myra
Saturday: you will need to accompany her of course, but Berta would
prescribe birth control pills on my recommendation in any case.

   Patient: I'm not sure I can do that, Doctor, as I'm not altogether
certain I really should have full on sex with her.  I mean to say.....

   Doktor: You mean to say what Herr Smallbone?  You will accept my
recommendations or we will conclude these sessions immediately.  I did not
study five years at University and then seven under the tutelage of the
great Professor Kleinwinkel to have my clinical judgement questioned by a
layman.  You will make the appointment to have your daughter examined for a
birth control prescription, and then bed her as as she wishes and you need,
or will you settle your bill and leave now?

   Patient: I'm sorry, doctor.  I did not mean to question your
professional opinion.  I'm sure you are right.  But it is a big step....

   Doktor: Good!  I could prescribe for her myself, but a gynaecological
examination of the girl and an interview by an expert in that area is very
desirable.  We are still a long way from a complete resolution of your
several complexes, but I am now confident we will achieve that.  Your major
problem was not your lust for your daughter or even your sexual
relationship with her, but the guilt and shame you were burdened with.  You
have rid yourself of most of those negative feelings, and the remainder of
the socially induced emotions will soon disperse when you see how happy she
will be after your love-making, and of course how joyful you will be in
achieving what you have so long desired.  That begins with loving and full
full sex with young Myra, but after you have negotiated that pleasant stage
you will find other needs, less demanding perhaps but deeper within your
psyche.  We are however, making encouraging progress.
We will conclude this session now, and meet again as usual next

Thursday.







   TRANSCRIPT OF RECORDED TAPES CASE 368 Patient Walter Smallbone.  fourth
interview March 30 2011.  NOTE: this document is proprietory and
confidential and may be accessed only by authorised medical personnel.

   Note by Doktor Schnellwang.  The patient appeared more confident and his
handshake was firmer than previously.  I noted a more brisk and positive
air about the man as he stripped naked and lay on the couch: my first
impression was that his relationship with his daughter had matured, that it
was now fulfilled.
Doktor: First tell me about the Saturday of the visit to the clinic.

   Patient: The appointment was for three o'clock and both of us had felt
it best not to get sexually excited in the morning so we abstained from our
ususl oral sex.  I don't know who was the more nervous Myra or me....
But Doctor Okolski has a very reassuring manner, and came across as a
kindly auntie rather than a medical doctor.  She told me I could attend the
examination if I wished, though the actual examination would have to be
behind a screen of course.  It would however be better if I waited in the
lobby where there were magazines and papers: it would only last a half

hour. She asked Myra if she was happy with that, and as she was so was I.

   So it was over a coffee later that Myra told me all about it.  She was
happy and excited!

   It seems she was asked the relevant questions ...age, family
circumstances, when she had started her periods, were they regular, and
what was the periodicity.  Then the crucial ones was she a virgin.... 
yes!....  and why did she want to go on the pill?  I had schooled her in
that and told her to say she had a boyfriend and both of them wanted to
have proper sex and not just the stuff with hands and mouths which was nice
but not the same.  How long had she been dating the boy?  Six months.  Did
her father know?  Yes!  In fact he suggested she get birth control because
he wanted her to be happy and especially did not want her to get pregnant,
and he thought she would as she was so obviously in love.  He arranged the
examination, not her, but he knew she wanted to have proper sex.

   Then there was a physical examination.  She did not like that, but who
would?  A complete stranger, and a woman at that, poking about in there and
then feeling her tits.  But she was told that the hymen was broken,
presumably in her gymnastics exercises....  and the doctor said that was
good as it meant her first sex would be easier and much more pleasurable.
In fact the doctor said that if the hymen was still there she usually asked
if the patient would like it cut.  Myra was told she was clearly a fit and
healthy girl at thirteen, and the sex would, in the doctor's opinion, do
her a lot of good and no harm at all since she loved the boy.

   If she had any doubts about his faithfulness she should make him wear a
condom as a protection against sexually transmitted disease, as well as
taking the pills.

   Myra said she was sure the boy was in love too, and would not....

   So it was just a matter of giving her a 3-month supply of pills and a
prescription for a further three months, and showing her where to start the
first pack as a function of her days since the last period.  And that was
that.

   I left my address so the invoice could be sent to me, we shook hands, I
thanked the doctor.  Myra thanked her, and we left.

   Over coffee the good news was that it would be ok to have full on sex
immediately as she was in the exactly midway between her monthlies and
there was no danger of conception for at least ten days.  She should,
however, start the course of pills that same day.  She took the first one
in the coffee-shop while I watched, excited and feeling at once lustful and
tender.....
Doktor: I expect it was then straight home and to bed?

   Patient: It certainly was, doctor.  The taxi seemed to take and age and
we were both excited.  I had a huge hard on, and she was squirming:I could
imagine her cotton panties wet at the crotch but could not feel to find out
as the driver kept looking at her in the mirror.  I suppose he fancied
beautiful blonde teenage girls....  and who could blame him?  We got stuck
in traffic in the Edgeware Road and I was getting almost frantic with
desire to take my little angel in my arms: gone now all my qualms about sex
with a minor, sex with a daughter!  She was the same and was visibly
squirming on the seat: I imagined her pussy soaking her cotton panties and
my prick was almost achingly hard.
Myra could see this, our eyes met, and she started to giggle....  then
to laugh.  The taxi driver was ogling her, but in amazement now more than
sexual interest I think: I saw him shake his head and return to looking at

the stationary car ahead.

   Of course we got there finally, and hurried to the lift.

   In the flat we hung up our coats and took off our shoes: and I lifted
her bodily in my arms and kissed her.  She was wearing a knee length denim
skirt...  often it would have been much shorter but she was being
respectable for the medical...  and a too tight, too thin white cotton top.
Too tight and too thin to be completely decent for a thirteen year old
girl, but not too tight or too thin for her lecherous daddy who was
enjoying the way it clung to her perky little tits, nipples showing tiny,
but erect and exciting through the thin fabric.

   I carried her through the flat and at the door to her room stopped a
moment to kiss her.  She laughed and said her daddy was like a bridegroom
carrying his bride over the threshold on their wedding day.  There was no
doubt in either of our minds that after all these days of agonising daddy
was going to fuck his lovely little girl, stick his rampant penis in her
virgin vagina....

   I carried her to her bedroom and dropped her on her bed: she has a
double bed, doctor.  She pulled off her white cotton socks, but I stopped
her telling her to lay there while I undressed and then I would strip her.
I told her I would like that!

   As I undressed she giggled in her innocent-girlie way and teased me,
telling me I was in a state with a big, hard cock even when looking at her
fully dressed.  What would happen when I saw her naked?

   I bounced onto the bed beside her and surprised myself by grasping her
slender ankle and sucking her big toe.

   "Oooh, that's nice, daddy and you've never done that to me before. 
Princess Di got into trouble for letting a guy do that to her."

   "I've never done it to anyone before, but I wanted to and I'm going to
do things with you that we've never done before aren't I my angel?  Things
we both want so much."

   "I love you, daddy.  Kiss me properly..."

   I kissed her, feeling her breast through the cotton top, feeling the
hard little nut of her nipple.  I pulled her blouse out from the waistband
of her skirt and slid a hand up over her silky belly till it cupped a
lovely firm breast.  As I twisted her nipple gently between finger and
thumb her tongue forced past mine and entered my mouth, just as my penis
would soon enter her pussy.

   We lay there an age, both of us knowing that this was to be the
afternoon we would both remember all our lives, the sunny day when my
little angel willingly gave her body to her daddy, and her daddy showed the
child the delights of sexual union.  We were both eager as our mouths and
caressing hands bore witness to, but both of us willing to wait, to extend
the pleasure of anticipation.

   She had one hand round my neck, the other between us holding my cock. 
Actually, doctor, that is not quite accurate as she was in fact gently
stroking my balls and cock with a feather-light touch, not wanking me, but
certainly giving me almost intolerable sensations and herself enjoying the
twitching, the pre-cum, the silkiness of my cock's skin.

   I looked at her little-girl bottom, not yet full and broad like a
woman's, but so much more rounded and jutting than any young boy's: her
little-girl white panties were so soft and would have been un-sexy on
anyone but my lovely thirteen (just!) year old daughter.  Our embrace had
pulled them tight into the crease of her buttocks and the cloth had rolled
a bit so a lot of the silky-smooth skin of her thighs and buttocks framed
the near-hidden secrets of her pudenda.

   I relinquished her perky breasts to caress her bottom through her
school-girl knickers, my hand finding the contrast between the soft cotton
of her panties and the silky-satin of her skin.  I felt into her crotch and
the cotton was damp there....  damp?  It was wet.  Just as I was weeping
pre-cum from my cock, she was weeping her little-girl juices from her
pussy. I slid my hand down the waistband of her knickers and felt her
breath on my face as she sighed when my fingers slipped to her crotch.  The
lips were, I think, swollen and probably part-open because my index finger
slipped easily between the outer lips and found her clitoris, already a
hard little nub.

   I pulled her over so she was on top of me, her head resting on my chest
now, and my cock right against her pussy, pressed against the wet cotton.

   "Let me!" she said, and pulled her panties down.  Now my cock was in her
cunt crease, inside the outer lips.  I had a finger inside her vagina and
was moving it in and out.  I pulled my finger out and let my knob press
against the inner lips, right where my finger had been but not penetrating,
and went back to masturbating her clitoris.

   She came, her now-usual little grunts and squeaks and the movements of
her hips up and down in an imitation of fucking.

   I had planned to wait till this moment and take her virginity at this
height of her pleasure, but as I pushed with my cock seeking entrance to
her still-tight, juicy little hole she rolled us over.

   "On top, Daddy.  Lay on top of me.  I want to feel your full weight."

   She may have been barely thirteen but she was all-feminine, wanting her
daddy to dominate her, to take her....

   I propped myself on my elbows: she may have thought she wanted my full
weight but she was so slender, frail, still just a girl.  My cock found its
own way to her pussy.  I would have to support myself on one elbow while I
wiped my cock twice up and down her open lips to make sure my knob was well
lubricated.  With each pass I could feel the lips of her vagina and I
stopped with my cock exactly right.  Her head was buried against my chest,
almost in the crook of my armpit and I heard her muffled plea.  "Now,
daddy, please.  Please."

   I pushed and my cock slid into the warmth and wetness: her vagina was
tight and gripping, but so juicy that there was no difficulty.

   She sighed and I felt her mouth open, tongue licking my chest as I
fucked her.

   I was, of course, keen to control myself so she had her first vaginal
orgasm long before I came myself despite the incredible excitement I felt
driving up my pulse-rate, making it ring in my ears as I rammed my cock in
and out, and amzingly I managed to control myself as I fucked her and she
bit and kissed my chest, her arms around me and pulling us even closer.  I
told myself that now I was a real pedo, I had crossed the river, crossed
the bridge, fucked an under-age girl.  The die was cast and a pedo I was!
And I was happy to be as my daughter's hips started moving under me despite
the weight of my body.  Her arms were tight around me and I could feel the
sharp finger nails in my back as she came with her usual and so-beloved by
me little grunts, panting and tiny squeals of delight.  The pain of her
fingers in my back helped me to control my own mounting excitement as her
vagina gripped tight and I fucked her as fast and as hard as I could.  I
had worried that I might get carried away and thrust too violently for such
a tight vagina, for an under-age girl.  But I had underestimated her
lubricity: no fucking could be too fierce I was to find over the next few
days: the daughter was at least as eager and randy as her father, and
unlike him, tireless!

   As I felt her orgasm die away I slowed down and stopped.

   'That was lovely,daddy!  You didn't cum though.....'

   'No, my little angel, I want to fuck you from behind now, kneeling
down....'

   'Oooooh!'

   Eager she quickly knelt for me, smiling face looking back over her
shoulder, long blonde hair all over the place, wriggling her lovely little
bottom so provocatively.  Her plump cunt lips glistened from her juices as
I knelt behind her and opened the outer lips with thumb and forefinger and
as I revealed her clit I could see the little nub was aroused, stiff.  I
was tempted to kiss her lovely puckered anus....  one day I would have that
pleasure too, sliding my cock into her rectum....  but not yet!  She was
wriggling her bum and pleading with me to "do" her again.

   I placed my cock and again pushed it easily in....  she was open for me,
and the doctor was right about how much better it was with no hymen, no
pain.  I was fascinated to see how my cock pushed the inner lips in with
each thrust and then pulled them out with each withdrawal.  I decided this
was because her cunt was still so tight and vigorous....  my only
comparison, my ex-wife, was not like this.  Oh no!  Not ever!  Gymnastics,
swimming and being only just thirteen I thought as I considered what a
lucky old pedo I was!

   But there was no need to worry about coming too early as she was off
again and I felt her vagina holding my cock so I really had tp push hard
each time, making my thighs smack into her bottom.  I reached over her and
grasped one of her breasts: that did it!  She came and I came too, a great
spurt with each of three mighty thrusts and then slower and calmer as each
of us slid down the mountain we had climbed....

   Five minutes later she was chattering happily...

   'I'm a woman now, Daddy!'

   'Yes, Myra, and you're sexier than any other woman, you're all woman but
you're still daddy's little girl.'

   'Can we do it again?'

   'Tonight, my angel.'

   'Can I sleep with you in your bed tonight....and from now on?'

   'Of course!'

   She giggled as she used her white panties to wipe cum from her thigh
where it had dribbled out of her pouting cunt-lips.  'I bet we don't sleep
much though.'
Doktor: And did you?

   Patient: Sleep?  Not much.  We made love five times during the night and
did not wake up finally till nearly mid-day...'

   Doktor: This is all very satisfactory, Walter, and successfully
concludes the first stage of your therapy.  Now we move on to the other
repressions.  Recall again when you were twelve and used to seek out your
mother's lingerie.

   Patient: I'm not at all proud of this, doctor: it seems so unmanly and
feeble and I am truly embarassed about it.

   Note by Doktor Schnellwang: The silence was almost two minutes as
Patient came to terms with unpleasant memories, emotions repressed for
decades.  His penis, erect as he described the seduction of his daughter,
now became flaccid.



   Patient: I started masturbating just about at the time of puberty: I was
eleven.  I know it was then and not earlier or later because I can remember
it so clearly.  I know I was eleven because I was in the first year of the
grammar scool and it was because I had been bullied badly that day that I
jerked off.  A group of boys had teased me and when I tried to fight back,
desperately, made a ring around me: the biggest of them hit me and gave me
a nose-bleed.  I ran off as fast as I could with the the mob of about half
a dozen whooping like savages behind me.  I was completely humiliated.
My mother was still at work, and I went up to the bathroom to clear up
the blood.  I remember standing naked in the bathroom looking down at my
little cock, which was erect.  I know I was into puberty as I can clearly
remember the very fine, thin hairs on my belly that day.  With no thoughts
of sex in my mind at all, just a sort of compulsion, I jerked my cock,
masturbating for only a moment really before I came.  The relief was
immediate, and the sensation, of course, pleasant.  That was the first time
I had an orgasm, the first time I masturbated, and there was no sexual

content at all, no fantasies or imaginings.

   Note by Doktor Schnellwang: There was now another silence of two minutes
as the patient collected his thoughts.  Clearly this memory had disturbed
him: it is indicative of one of the origins of an inferiority complex,
itself a part explanation of his sexual repressions.  His penis was still
flaccid.

   Patient: now I knew how I jerked off every night and morning and
sometimes, at the weekend, as much as four times a day, and always now,
after that first time, with sexual fantasies to spur me on.  These
fantasies were often heterosexual and in those cases nearly always involved
my mother.  After I came each time I was ashamed of this: I always felt
guilty after masturbating but this emotion was particularly acute when I
had imagined my mother in all sorts of sexual situations, often perverted.
I had seen her in her lingerie and I often imagined her in my arms, me
pulling her satin knickers aside and fucking her laying on top of her or
kneeling behind her with her delicious, broad, rounded bottom under my
hands.  I imagined masturbating over her breasts her black satin bra pulled
up to leave them exposed.  I imagined her sucking my penis, and myself
masturbating her vagina and clitoris.
I had felt no shame or guilt the first time, when the act had been
purely physical, nothing more: more like a sneeze or even a hiccup!  But
with fantasies the orgasms were stroger, and always had a bitter

aftermath,,,,

   I had a scrapbook in which I pasted pictures clipped from my mother's
women's magazines of ladies in lingerie, and sometimes of young girl
athletes.  I would occasionally fantasise having a girl-friend my own age
to fondle her breasts, fuck her mouth and pussy....  but less often than
thinking about my mother.  And I knew that, like my mother, such desirable
teenage girls were out of the reach of a shy wimp like me!

   Sometimes I imagined my mother being taken by a big, strong, handsome
man, and this would often be Mr Anderson our history teacher.  I imagined
me introducing the two of them and after tea them going upstairs together
and then hearing the bed creak and the bedsprings chime.  In my fantasy I
would creep upstairs and through the part open door see Mr Anderson fucking
my mother, his big cock going in and out, his hands on her firm breasts,
her cries of delight....  She was always in suspender belt and stockings
for him....  and for me in my fantasies.

   Doktor: Did you ever have homosexual fantasies to fuel your
masturbation?

   Patient: Yes.  A lot of the time.  These often involved that same Mr
Anderson.  He was a very handsome man, tall, broad shouldered and blonde
with a wonderful smile.  He was for me a glamorous figure as he had a
bright red sports car and I knew he was unmarried.  He played cricket and
was in one of the County elevens, and played rugby for the town club in the
winter.  I suspected he was gay, and I would have willingly given myself to
him but, of course, he never made a pass at me, and I suppose I was too shy
to ever give off any signals of willingness, even if he had been attracted
to boys, and there was never any real evidence of that.  I knew about what
gay men did....  the insults I had to bear daily in the playground and to
and from school were graphic in their descriptions of anal and oral sex.  I
would imagine him making love to me tenderly, vigorously, totally.  He was
always very nice to me, and I remember him telling me about how he had been
allowed to be a volunteer on the archaeological excavation of an iron age
fort when he was my age.  He once told a boy that if he caught him hitting
me again it would be the Headmaster's study for him!  That boy did not hit
me again, but his mates did!
One of the reasons I was teased, one of the several, was that I got an
erect penis in the communal showers after Games.  A lot of boys did, but
this was taken by the bullies as evidence that I was gay.  I knew that I
found men attractive and was fascinated by cocks and balls, but I also knew
I found girls sexually interesting as well, so even as early as that I knew
I might be at least a bit gay....  and also a bit hetero.  This was
disturbing and I often worried about it, but that did not stop me sometimes
imagining myself sucking the cock of one of my classmates....  there was
one boy I thought might be gay.  He was tall and well-built, wiry black
hair but a very white skin....  he was a loner like myself but because he
could defend himself was never bullied.  He took no notice of me, and I did
not dare approach him, but that did not stop me fantasising kneeling in
front of him and sucking his cock while he held my head in his strong hands
and fucked my mouth.  I always thought of my hands around him, feeling his
muscular buttocks....  Sometimes he would stop before coming in my
mouth.....  I had no idea yet that a boy could have more than a tiny spurt
of juice.  Then he would turn me round, kneeling bum in the air, and shove

his penis into me.

   I've told you, doctor, about how I used to lock myself in the bathroom
and search through the laundry basket for my mother's discarded
knickers.....  I loved the smell of these as I pressed them to my face.  To
this day the scent of lavender is an aphrodisiac for me and is always
associated with the scent of the female pudenda: I loved too the feel of
them over my bottom and always erect penis.  If I was lucky there would be
suspender belt and stockings too, her bra and once or twice even a lovely
basque.  Then I would dress myself entirely from head to foot and admire
myself in the mirror.  I had a candle, and later a polished mahoganny
chairleg and I would bend over the bath, where I could see myself in the
mirror-tiles, and stick the dildo up my bottom using her vaseline or soap
as a lubricant and masturbate my bottom hole until I came round the side of
the knickers and into the bath.  I learned early on where my prostate gland
was, and the effect pressure on it could have on my penis.  Often I
scarcely need my hands with the excitement of my feminine body in the
mirror, the massage of my prostate, and the images of me as my mother being
fucked by Mr Anderson....

   As I say, doctor, I am not proud of all this.  I still find it shameful.

   Doktor: And as a psychiatrist and expert I can assure you, Walter, that
it is well within the normal range of masturbatory fantasies of teenage
boys.  Most boys are jealous of their father, and envy him the sexual
favours granted by their mothers.  We call it the Oedipus Complex.  In your
case it is modified by your family circumstances and the uncontrolled
society of your grammar school.  But there is nothing to be ashamed of, and
nothing very unusual.
It is unfortunate that Mr Anderson could not reciprocate your desire for
him: the sad thing is that he very probably shared that sexual desire for
you but was prevented from making you both happy by the social mores of our
times.  Sad!  Equally, it is unfortunate that you never had those early
homosexual episodes that most of your classmates would have enjoyed,
secretly indulging in mutual masturbation and sometimes oral sex.  Yes
fellatio is more usual than you might think among teenage boys...
You can be sure that those of the boys who were most noisy in their
baiting of you as a "gay-boy" were exactly the ones who were most active in
homosexual games, or at least in masturbatory fantasies of homosexual
affaires.  In general, men with no homosexual desires are not particularly
concerned about other men's sexuality.  It is the closet or repressed

homosexuals who feign outrage!

   As for the transvestism, that again is within the normal range of human
beviour and is found among gay, heterosexual and bisexual males, though not
so often with the overlay of guilt about lust for mother.  It is
unfortunate that at some time you stopped cross-dressing, and added that
repression to the others we have noted.

   Unfortunate, but not final, as we must now start a corrective therapy.

   I have a patient at the moment who shared your guilt about incest,
though in his case it was his son who was the object of his desire.  We
have resolved that conflict, much as we have yours, but there are still
residual concerns....

   He is worried his son, who is just thirteen, is so happy with his sexual
relationship with his father that he is not interested in girls, or other
males.  He does not want his son to be repressing any heterosexual nature,
and needs help in that area.  And he is correct: the present sitauation
while apparently satisfactory, or more than satisfactory to both son and
father could well be storing up problems for the boy as he becomes adult,
As for the man himself, he has a lifelong desire to meet and have sex with
a transvestite.  It has been an obsession.  before his wife died he often
had to bring himself to orgasm while having sexual relations with her, by
imagining she had a penis, and fantasising he was penetrating her anus and
not the female vagina, but always driven partly by her exotic taste in
lingerie.

   You say you fantasised watching your mother having sex with a man, and
you actually asked your wife, going so far as inviting a suitable subject
into your home.  If that were your daughter...?

   Note by Doktor Schnellwang: There was a one minute pause while the
patient considered this.  His penis becme semi-erect.

   Patient: I would like to see that....  if he is good looking.  And if it
excited Myra equally.  Is that shameful?

   Doktor: No, not at all.  it is the response I hoped for as it shows us
the way forward.  Here are some photographs.  Are these handsome enough? 
He is a doctor, medical unlike myself, and that is his son, just thirteen
like your daughter.  Do you find them desirable?

   Note by Doktor Schnellwang: I handed the Patient the folder with A-4
glossy, coloured photographs of Bradley Wantage and his son Herne.  Both
are blonde.  The adult is six feet two inches tall and 170 pounds, broad
shouldered, muscular without giving the impression of being muscle-bound:
the sort of man who combines athleticism with a litheness of body.  His
son, in matching white posing pouch, is a smaller version of his father. 
Still a boy, but on the cusp of manhood, his chest naked of hair, of
course, unlike his father who has a golden fleece.  The boy in particular
exudes an air of confidence, aware of his owm beauty, and assured in his
new-found sexuality.  The next two photographs show both subjects naked
front with erect penises, and from the rear with their fit and eminently
sexually desireable bottoms.
Patient: They are fantastic: very handsome, and he is a doctor, you say?
Doktor: A GP, yes.  In North London.
Patient: Then he would be disease free, and no need for condoms?

   Doktor: As you have been completely faithful to Myra and she to you, and
as Myra is taking birth-control pills, there will be no need for condoms.
You will be able to enjoy each others' bodies completely and as nature
intended, without any undesirable consequences.  I take it you would like
to meet?

   Note by Doktor Schnellwang: There was a one minute pause while the
patient cosidered this.  His penis was now erect as he returned again to
the picture of the couple full-frontal.  He nodded, a bit shyly perhaps.

   Doktor: I leave it to you how you arrange it with your daughter, but I
suggest you invite Bradley and Herne to dinner and take it from there. 
Bradley has his therapy session with me Fridays....  that's tomorrow.  With
your permission I will show him the photographs you gave me so many weeks
ago, and explain your similar circumstances.  Do you consent to that?
Patient: Of course.

   Doktor: I am sure he will be eager to meet you and your beautiful
daughter, but expect a text from me confirming that (or otherwise) Friday
evening, with his telephone number if he too consents.  You should then
invite them for tomorrow week.  I'm certain the answer will be yes, and it
will be desirable for you to take viagra for the meeting: it is vital for
all concerned that everyone is completely satisfied.  Here is a
prescription for quite a lot of tablets, and I will be advising Dr Wantage
and young Herne to start chemically fortified as well.
We will postpone next Thursday's session for one week in the event the
meeting does materialise, and you can report back then.  In the meantime,
I'm sure your daughter will find places to put that rather splendid

erection!

   Note by Doktor Schnellwang: It is very satisfactory that we may resolve
cases 359 and 368 at the same time.  This sort of coincidence is lucky for
the individuals concerned, and will speed their complete recovery.





   TRANSCRIPT OF RECORDED TAPES CASE 368 Patient Walter Smallbone.  fifth
interview April 13th 2011.  NOTE: this document is proprietory and
confidential and may be accessed only by authorised medical personnel

   Note by Doktor Schnellwang: This is possibly the final therapy session
with Patient Walter Smallbone, case 368.  If the meeting with case 359 was
satisfactory all the outstanding repressions should be resolved, or in a
state where the patients may themselves resolve them without further
psychiatric guidance.

   Doktor: I am interested in how you approached your daughter with your
suggestion.

   Patient: I worried about that all day Friday at work and most of the
weekend but finally came up with a stratagem.
Monday I left work early so as to get home before my angel was back from
school.  I showered and sat at my computer logged onto a gay pornographic
site, watching a video of a man making love to a boy, supposedly legal but
from slender body, small cock, and near-absence of pubic hair perhaps not.
The visual stimulation made my cock hard, though I was to say the least

nervous.

   I heard Myra shut the front door and, as I thought she would, she
noticed my shoes and coat in the lobby and came looking for me.  I
pretended not to see her as she came up behind me, looking over my
shoulder.

   "Cor.  He's got a big one, daddy."

   "I was just....."

   she giggled, her usual happy self thank goodness.

   "You were just jerking off!  I didn't know you were into gay stuff,
daddy..."

   "I've got hidden depths, my angel."

   "Can I see too.  I'll sit in your lap and we can watch together."

   At that, she lifted her skirt and rolled down her black tights and white
cotton panties both at the same time giving me a fleeting glance of her
pretty pudenda that I have grown to love so much.  And she sat in my lap.

   "So you've got dark secrets, daddy?"

   On the screen the man had removed his cock from the boy's bottom and
changed their positions.  They were now kneeling and we watched him take
the boy from behind.

   "When I was your age I used to jerk off a lot, and often I imagined a
man doing just that to me.  Sometimes I thought about girls too but I've
always known that I am bisexual..."

   "Did you ever find anyone to fuck you, daddy?"

   "No, angel.  In all my life I have never had sex with a man or boy, just
fantasised about it.  When I was your age I used to dress up in my mummy's
underwear when she was out and pretend I was being fucked usually by our
history teacher....  he was very handsome and I had a crush on him.  I had
a candle I used to stick up my bottom, and later a polished chair leg.  Do
you think that's terrible?"

   "Poor daddy!  Wanted it all his life and never had it.  What I do think
is terrible is this knobbly thing I'm sitting on.  It will be much better
like this."

   And at that she lifted herself up in my lap, reached under and grasped
my cock making it vertical, placed it, and then sank down on it.  I felt
the warmth and wetness of her vagina.....

   "Now that's a lot more comfortable...."

   "Would you be jealous, angel, if I was fucked by a man?"

   "I know you love me, daddy, and I think I'd be excited to watch if you
did.  Would you be jealous if I was fucked by someone else?  He'd have to
be handsome."

   "I know I'd find that exciting too!"

   The video ended.

   "There's some good pictures on this site too.  Click that tab on the
left and the list comes up."

   I had my two hands around her up and under her school shirt, naked
beneath it....  my lovely Myra did not need a bra!....  cupping her lovely
firm breasts and my cock motionless except for the occasional twitch deep
in her vagina, while she tapped at the pad and brought up a succession of
handsome men, often with fine cocks.

   "I didn't tell you, angel, but I've been seeeing a psychiatrist."

   " I wondered where you really were Thursdays!"

   Giggling again.

   "I thought you had a lady-friend somewhere!  He must know about us then,
what we do together."

   "Yes.  And he thinks it's great, it's wonderful that we can love each
other so much, father and daughter, that we can make love fully.  And
everything between a patient and his psychiatrist is completely
confidential."

   "That's all right then.  He sounds a nice man."

   "And a wise one too.  He says I have repressed my homosexual side and it
will cause me problems.  He says I should express it, preferably
cross-dressing too as I've repressed that urge too."

   "I wonder whether you would look like a real girl....  Are you going to
try.  I'd love to watch that too!"

   "How do you do that?"

   "Like this?"

   It was really delightful and unexpected.  Her vagina gripped and then
released my cock, gripped it again and released it.  Her vagina was so
surprisingly muscular: the result of all that swimming and gymnastics I
suppose, or perhaps all thirteen year old girls have vigorous and tight
pussies?  One day I would like to find out, have some comparisons!

   "You really can feel it, daddy?"

   "Not half!  It's as if you are milking me.  I'm sure I can cum if you
keep on doing that without even moving my cock."

   "I'll try then.  Rub my clitty while I do and when you feel you are
coming stick your finger up me beside your cock and I'll cum too.  I know
you like my tits but you can do them with one hand for a bit.  All you men
like tits.  I often see men looking at me and I'm sure they are imagining
what my breasts look like.  I don't mind.  In fact I like it, whoever they
are: I imagine them sweating and wishing they could grope my tits."
"And your lovely bottom, angel, and your legs when you wear a short
skirt.  And a lot of men, me too, get a hard on just imagining a pretty
teenager in school uniform sitting in their lap....  especially like this.
We are all pedos at heart I think.  Talking of men looking at you that way,

what do you think about these two?"

   I removed my hand from her breast and clicked up the scans of the
Bradley and Herne pics.  When they were on the screen I put my fingers into
her juicy little slit just as she wanted.

   "Handsome enough for me, daddy!  Are they as nice as they look."

   "He's called Bradley and that's his son Herne...  the boy is exactly
your age, just thirteen.  Bradley's a doctor, a GP in North London.  He's
visiting the same psychiatrist as me and like me makes love inside the
family, only with him it's with the boy."

   "He fucks Herne?"

   "Yes, all the things we do together he does with his son.  But he is
worried the boy no longer takes interest in girls.  He knows the boy is
bisexual like himself but is worried he will become a hundred percent gay,
and as for Bradley he has repressed urges just like me.  He has always
wanted to make love with a man in drag...."

   "Sounds like you and me, but in reverse."

   "Just what I thought, angel, when Doctor Schnellwang told me about them
and showed me their photos.  I thought we should meet, invite them to
dinner and have them stay the night if we liked them.  What do you think?"

   "Cool!"
Doctor: And they came to dinner?  You dressed up for Bradley?

   Patient: And for myself, doctor.  It was a stunning experience and you
are right it must be something I've wanted to do since I was a boy but have
repressed.  It felt so right!
I decided I would do it properly for him and made an appointment to have
my chest hair waxed away: but when I got there early Saturday morning I
decided on the spur of the moment to have it all done, my whole body
including my arms and legs.  It hurt, but my word it was worth it.  When I
got home I stripped and looked at myself in the mirror and saw a man twenty
years younger than yesterday, and with his hairless body really boyish, and
very sexy.  My cock looked bigger without the tufts of hair...  nothing
boyish about that!  And my balls were shiny.  I liked what I saw, and began

to hope Bradley would too.

   In the shower I enjoyed the new feel of my body as I soaped it,
especially the naughty bits, and no girl on her first date could have been
more fastidious.  I had done a bit of research on the net and knew about
male douching, so I unscrewed the head of the shower and made sure the
water was not too hot before inserting the flexible hose and filling my
rectum with water.  I (he giggled)....  I must admit as the phrase crossed
my mind...  "what we girls do to please our man".

   After I had unloaded all that I used two and then three soapy fingers to
make sure my arse-hole was nice and supple, ready to admit an erect cock! I
was reminded of my boy-hood experiments with candle and chair-leg,
experiments seldom if ever repeated over the years.  But my arse-hole would
be bigger now than it was back then, when I did it with real pleasure.

   The effect my new self would have on my lovely daughter was a bit
worrying, but I guessed that would be ok.  Fingers crossed!

   Myra went to her swimming coaching that Saturday afternoon, and I
watched some football on the television before starting to dress....  as
"Tina" I decided.

   I thought it would be best to do my make-up first as I would probably be
clumsy and did not want to get any on my lovely new lingerie.  But I was so
keen to put on the stockings that I started there, fastening the suspender
belt around my waist and sitting on my bedroom chair to pull on the black,
seamed stockings.  The very feel of them between my fingers as I took them
from the cellophane wrapper and card made my cock stand.  As I slipped my
arm down the first, like I had learned to do so long ago, my body
remembered the silky feel.  I put both stockings on before tackling the
suspender belt straps: again I remembered the difficulty that little boy
used to have with the rear straps....  but it seemed easier now.  The feel
of the nylon on my legs was familiar even after all these years, sensuous,
the surface of the glossy nylon so hard, the feel of the constriction so
sexy.  And when I allowed my legs to rub together I knew why I loved to
wear them back then.

   The panties too.  I had given some thought to what I hoped Bradley would
do to me, and although I wanted him to see me in those satin french
knickers I thought they would get in the way of his cock as he penetrated
me: and I did so want to feel his so-masculine penis inside my newly
feminine pussy!
So I had gone into the sex-boutique close to my office and bought some
open-crotch panties.  I chose a black pair that matched my other lingerie:
put on over the suspender belt they were scarcely more than lacy thongs,
but they framed my cock and balls, and accentuated the femininity of my
arse, leaving my cock standing free and it would be easy to get past them
from the rear.  I looked at myself in the long mirror.  My legs were good,
shapely still.  I had suffered from teasing as a boy for my "girlie" legs
but now I would have something really good to offer the handsome suitor. 
Good, too, my bottom, buttocks jutting and rounded in a way I had not

noticed till I saw them decorated by black satin and red lace.

   I posed in front of the mirror, fondling my satin-clad bum, feeling my
silky thighs, Bending over to look at the shape of my bum...  "cute" I
thought.

   The make-up took an age.  I had dry shaved and then wet-shaved so my
face was very smooth.  But I made the mistake of putting on too much
"pancake" and it looked dreadful.  I took it all off (cold cream) and
started again, this time with just a thin layer and then powder.  The
lipstick was surprisingly easy.

   I would do: my face was not altogether right I knew, but it would do: I
guessed Bradley would be as interested in my body, if not more so....

   The shoulder-length wig was easy, and more than the make-up it was the
ash-blonde hair that feminised me.

   I considered the basque, but decided on the bra.  I would be keeping it
on for the evening and perhaps all night and I was rather proud of my new
smooth body and wanted to show it off!  The breast forms came with an
adhesive and I was surprised how heavy they felt when in place, held there
by the glue and the bra.  Women must go about all the time aware of that
weight I thought, and then realised that I had been doing it with cock and
balls for ever too!

   The high heeled shoes...  and now my legs and ankles really did look
feminine and desirable I thought.

   And the satin negligee, tied in a bow at one side: my false tits and the
bow gave me a good figure, and the negligee only went to mid-calf, so my
legs were very apparent....  my best feminine feature I considered.

   I was done!  I stood several minutes admiring myself in the long mirror
and feeling my body under the sexy satin.  Except for the bulge at the
front, my erect penis spoiling the slinky line of the negligee I was wholly
feminine.  My confidence rose....  I would carry this off I was sure now,
But the time had come to nerve myself and bite the bullet....

   I had heard Myra come back about half an hour before I finished, and as
I knew she always showered at the baths to get rid of the chlorine on her
skin I expected her to be dressing as we had decided....  a mini-version of
her daddy.

   So I went into the lounge and stood looking out of the picture window at
the City and Thames.

   Myra came in: god!  She was sexy, and I told her so.  She stood there in
the doorway a little sexy doll in her high heels and negligee....  her face
made-up and although still my little girl, now a little girl who wanted to
look tarty and to be treated tarty.  She was stunning.  And she was
astounded by her daddy, clearly struggling for words.

   "Jeez!  You look good, daddy!"

   And she came over, arms around my neck, lips offering a kiss, which,
thankful, randy, eager I accepted.

   "Oh, daddy, I've smudged your lipstick!  I'll go get mine.  It doesn't
smudge when you kiss."

   So I sat while she removed the offending lipstick and painted my lips
with hers...."Don't lick your lips for a couple of minutes, daddy".

   "Why not call me Tina this evening, while I'm dressed?"

   "OK!"

   She found this amusing and gave her pretty, little-girl naughty giggle.
How I loved to hear that, a reminder of past pleasures and a promise of
future delights.

   "And you need a bit of my bronzer on your cheekbones.  I've been reading
up about make-up in a magazine.  You've got lovely long eye-lashes, like
mine, so a bit of mascara, and with our colouring, the eyebrow pencil."

   "And you really must let me varnish your nails.  Like mine, and it will
match your lipstick".

   I must say that it was lovely having Myra fussing over me, and when I
looked at my hands they were so much more feminine: I mean I have long
slender fingers, and always have been a bit "girlie", but the scarlet nail
varnish really helped me to feel a woman, and comfortable as that.

   "And if you want to wear those strappy high heels, then you really must
varnish your toe-nails too, Tina, like mine.  Here let me...."

   She unbuckled my shoes and unclasped my nylons, rolling my stockings
down and off.

   "Lovely knickers, daddy.  I mean Tina.  And your legs are so lovely and
smooth."

   She leaned forward and kissed the inside of my thighs, finally removing
any doubts I had as to whether my lovely daughter would accept my new
persona.....  that natural gesture showed she still found me sexy,
feminised.  I was doubly happy!

   "You know, Tina, your legs are really good, film-star good.  You know
Betty whats-her-name used to insure her legs for a million dollars.... 
yours are worth two million.  I bet they make your Bradley guy horny.  I'm
going to enjoy watching him seduce you."

   Again that so-sexy little giggle.  My teenage daughter seemed to have no
inhibitions.

   "I like you like this, Tina.  Do you think I'd like sex with a real girl
too?'

   The question was rhetorical and I did not answer, but I stored it up. 
One day I might encourage her to find a teenage girl-friend to seduce, to
make love to....  to share with her daddy.  Or Tina?

   She was stroking my calves and thighs and kissing the soft smooth flesh
on the inside of my calves.  And then she painted my toenails, before
putting my stockings on me again and fastening my shoes.  My toes peeped
scarlet and girlie through my black nylons and the straps of my shoes.

   There, Tina, now you look like a lady on a hot date!"

   There was just time to lay the table and get the food ready to cook:
Myra had wanted to show off our cooking skills but I told her that was not
what the evening was about.  The dinner was just an excuse really and we
wanted something simple and quick to cook....  so it was peppered steaks
and chips with a salad.  Then some ice-cream.  I had made the salad
earlier. I remembered to swallow a viagra!



   The doorbell rang and we answered it together.  The photos had not lied.
They were both very good-looking, well-dressed in smart casual and looking
clean and scrubbed!

   We established that all four liked their steak rare and Myra went off to
the kitchen to grill them, accompanied by young Herne who made no attempt
to hide the bulge in his pants!  Bradley and I had a glass of the wine we
would drink with the meal, and chatted.  After the initial cautious stuff
about our jobs it got onto Myra and Herne, Dr Schnellwang, and plans for
the evening.  We were in complete agreement.  Let the children enjoy
themselves while we watched, and enjoyed ourselves together.  Then whatever
took our fancy.

   We both admitted to having taken viagra, and Bradley had given his son a
tablet too.  I told him I thought Myra would be quite randy enough without
chemical help, if such existed for women.

   We both admitted to being very horny....  which was obvious in any case!


   Am I going on too much, doctor?

   Doctor: No Walter.  It is most informative, and my main role is to
listen, as you have probably noticed.

   Patient: Well the dinner went well, despite the sexual tension in the
air.  I was aware of Herne and his father ogling both me and my daughter.
Clearly they fancied both of us, which boded well for the evening.  We had
a dish of ice-cream, and our guests declined the coffee.  We were by now
all four of us eager to get down to sampling the delights of new bodies,
new breasts, bottoms, cocks, pussy male and female.  For all of us new
sexual experiences, long-desired and now miraculously ours to savour....
Bradley and I sat on the setteee, Herne in the big armchair where Myra

joined him sitting half-squashed beside him, half on his lap.

   Bradley obviously enjoyed the feel of nylon stockings and his hand was
inside my negligee stroking and caressing my thighs while we watched our
children start to play.  His other arm was round my shoulders and squeezing
one silicon tit!

   The boy had his hand inside her negligee and was fondling her young
breast......  how much nicer that must have been than my fakes, though
Bradley seemed happy enough and I gave his cock a grope to confirm it.  We
saw my daughter take the boy's other hand and slip it under the negligee
too, at her crotch.  They kissed a long time and I could see her fondling
his cock through his trousers, an exciting bulge.

   Bradley now had his hand beyond my stocking tops and was, I think,
working out for himself that my panties were open crotch as he stroked and
gently squeezed my shiny, hairless balls.

   I whispered to him, "Let's enjoy watching them first, and then they can
watch us....'

   I took the squeeze on my cock as his hand gripped it to be consent to my
fingering.

   We heard them whispering.

   "Let me undress you.  I want to see you and feel you."

   She slipped the negligee off her shoulders, and resplendent now in satin
lingerie, her little breasts filling the lace and satin bra, her panties
tight against her pussy she undid the buttons on his shirt.  His chest was
as hairless and smooth as mine now was, and she kissed him on it, finding a
nipple and kissing that as she unzipped his flies and found the button at
his waistband.

   "Oh!  Come on, Herne.  I want to see you completely naked.....  your
photos were so sexy!"

   He stood in front of her, his back to his father and myself, and quickly
stripped naked.  As he bent to undo his shoe-laces I could admire his firm,
smooth bottom, still little-boy rounded rather than adult muscular, and
there was a fleeting glimpse of his arsehole to arouse me still further.  I
could hardly believe that this was soon to be mine.  All doubts were
removed: I had to have him!
I still had not seen his cock, but as he turned to sit again beside my
daughter I saw it.  That too would be for me soon, standing tall and
slender with its white shaft and pink knob....  he seemed to be

circumcised.

   I whispered to Bradley, "He's very handsome."

   "And your daughter is very beautiful: we're lucky guys...  me
especially, with two fantastic women to play with!"

   "Myra wants you to sleep with her tonight....  though I don't think
sleep is what she has in mind."

   "That's for later, Tina.  At the moment all I want is your sweet pussy."

   As he kissed me he pulled at my negligee bow and now I was bare from the
waist down his hand momentarily closed round my stiff cock before forcing
its way beneath me, past my perineum and into my arse crease.  I shifted my
buttock so he could feel me properly, and his finger pressed on my anus. 
My cock twitched at the pleasant pressure.

   Herne was all over her now, her arms around his so-sexy back and bottom.
The two children, wriggling and writhing in their passion were kissing and
fondling each other, exploring the young flesh.

   I unzipped Bradley's flies and slipped my hand in, fiddling about to
find a way into his boxer shorts so I could feel his hard cock properly.

   "Come on, let me see you naked too, you handsome brute!"

   I felt very feminine, Doctor, almost girlish, and was more excited
sexually than I had ever before been, perhaps even more than that first
afternoon with my little angel.  He stood up in front of me and I uclasped
his belt, undid the button at his waistband, and his trousers fell to his
ankles.  His thighs were muscular and hairy.  I pressed my cheek to them
and my heart beat faster as I nuzzled his crotch, cock hard under the
cotton.  He laughed, stepped back and bent to take off shoes and socks ,
shirt, and then kicked off his trousers around his ankles.  Slowly he
lowered his shorts till his cock sprang free.....  my first adult cock: I
felt so feminine, Doctor.  I really was mother about to enjoy a lover!

   I slipped my arms out of the negligee and allowed it to fall behind my
back so Bradley could see my newly-smooth body and my spectacularly pretty
lingerie.

   He was on top of me in a second, and I felt his hard cock pushing at me
as we kissed.

   "Let's watch the kids first, Tina....  and then perhaps they will want
to watch us."

   Doctor: You are doing well recalling and telling in such detail the
events of this crucial evening.  What did you feel when you saw the boy
enter your daughter, and what did you feel being fondled by his father?
Patient: I was incredibly excited but also strangely happy: somewhere
deep inside me I really wanted this.  The boy was so young and so handsome,
so eager, so athletic and lithe, so alive somehow.  and my darling angel
was so happy she seemed to radiate joy as she pulled him over on top of her
his legs astride her lap.  The blonde hair and the exact lingerie made the
illusion it was my mother I was watching almost complete: this was a scene
that had so often accompanied my masturbation fantasies, even triggering
the release of orgasm.  He leaned forward to kiss her, an arm around her
neck and the other hand down into the cup of her brassiere and as he then
raised himself up I saw her little hand slip under him, between them, grasp
his penis and wipe it once or twice along her open cunt-crease.  She sighed
as she held it upright and he sank down on it.  And then they were fucking,
increasingly wild and energetic..
As we lay both of us, Bradley and I, could see the younsters and I could

feel Bradley's cock pushing against my anus.

   "Don't wait, Bradley.  Grab the moment!  God!  I've waited twenty years
for this!  Fuck me now!  Oil is on the side there."

   He leaped up, penis waving in front of him, incredibly stiff and
masculine.

   I knelt on the carpet, my head in the cushion of the chair and spread my
buttocks for him, a hand on each cheek pulling them apart.

   I felt his lips a fleeting moment on my anus, tongue penetrating my
arse. I giggled.  It was good!  I was my mother, sexy as a wet-dream,
preparing for the ecstasy of sexual union: and yet somehow I was that boy
again, too, watching and hoping to see the so-desired pleasuring of his
mother.

   Then the warm oil, and his finger.

   "I'm a virgin, Bradley!"

   " I know!  And I've always wanted to have a transvestite to play with,
more even than your twenty years, sweetie, and never till tonight.  So I'll
try not to get too excited.  I just can't wait, but I'll treat you like a
virgin.....  I'll be gentle and let you cum first."

   Across the room I could hear my daughter's customary grunting noises,
and by the shout of glee from young Herne his introduction to the female of
our species had gone well.  I wished I could seen their climax, but I had
seen the boy's pleasure at slipping his hand into her bra and fondling her
breast, stroking her satin-stretched buttocks, slide his hand past the
elastic to cup her hot little pussy: I had watched the rough gesture
tearing those panties away and the moment of penetration, and although I
knew it was my own little angel panting her ecstasy her hair and her
lingerie were those of my mother, the fetish image of all my adolescent and
later fantasies.

   The sounds I was hearing now proved that Bradley's fear the boy would
become completely gay-orientated was now groundless.  My daughter's sweet
honey-pot would have cured him of that.  The boy would be happily bisexual
from now on.

   My cock throbbed almost painfully, and I knew what a woman must feel as
the man prepares to take her, knew what my little angel was feeling, knew
what my mother would feel as the stranger pressed her into the mattress
with the weight of his body, all the strength of her arms and legs pulling
him closer to her.

   Note by Doktor Schnellwang: this is a key moment in Patient 368 Walter
Smallbone's therapy.  The coincidence of his daughter-mother's seduction by
a male, and his own son-mother's violation by an even more masculine figure
has liberated those earlier obsessive fantasies.  I would expect him now to
enjoy any further sexual adventures by his daughter, and also to seeK out
other homosexual partners very probably using his transvestite persona
"Tina".  However, this more extensive and exuberant sexual life will no
longer be encumbered by the guilt and shame suffered before, and
importantly liberated from those obsessions with his mother-figure.  The
transcript will show that his initiation into anal sex was a complete
success.



   Bradley's finger withdrawn now and for a moment replaced by the pleasant
pressure of his knob on my anus.  Then he pushed and the knob slipped in:
it was painful and although I tried not to, possibly BECAUSE I tried not
to, I tensed up and it hurt.  I didn't cry out but bit into the cushion.  I
was momentarily amused by the old insult of "pillow-biter"; my giggle
relaxed me, and the shock passed.  Now Bradley was gently pulling out and
slowly pushing in.  I told him he could do it harder, and he started to
thrust more vigorously : this began to wake up my prostate and it became
seriously good!

   His thighs were slapping into my smooth bottom and the spanking noise
filled the room.  My arse was making slurping noises as he thrust and I was
completely loose now, his knob pummelling my prostate jus right.  Some of
the slapping now was his hand on my botto.  I felt so feminine, dominated,
grateful for the pleasure I was being given, happy in the knowledge of the
joy my body, my pussy was giving this male, a stranger until an hour or two
before.

   I heard myself yelling "Harder", and then the boy was kneeling in the
chair in front of me.  He lifted my head and stuck his hard cock into my
mouth.  I could taste his spunk and my daughter's juices on his cock as I
was spit-roasted.  The boy shagged my mouth, his hands entwined in my hair
holding my head steady.

   I later found out that as he fucked my arse, Bradley was treated to my
daughter's hand cradling his balls and I could her whispers in his ear
telling him how much she wanted him to fuck her when he had finished
stretching "Tina's" anus,

   The thought of this so-masculine male fucking her increased my
heart-rate.  i was close to coming.

   I hoped the boy would not cum before his father came in my arse as I
wanted him to replace his father immediately.

   I need not have worried as with a series of slaps on my buttocks Bradley
came, one slap with each spurt deep inside me.

   I was close to coming, but still had not when I felt him pull out, and
managed to get my mouth away from that demanding cock for long enough to
tell the boy to take over where his father had left off.

   I needed to cum!  I needed more cock in me, more punishment of my
prostate, my male-pussy!

   "Do me as hard and fast as you want, Herne, like you shagged my
daughter. My arse is full of slippery cum.  Slide it in.  Add your
boy-juice to your daddy's, God!  I want you!"

   Unlike his daddy, Herne reached under me and grasped my cock, holding me
still that way as he shoved his penis into my willing pussy.

   Myra lay across the seat of the arm-chair, her torso touching my face,
and I licked her salty skin.  Bradley's hand came into view, unclasping her
bra and fondling her breasts inches from my face.  The boy's thighs slapped
against my bottom and I felt him pull at a suspender strap and it stung my
smooth-waxed thigh when he released it.  This was a good game!  He started
to twang the strap in time with his thrusts, a playful variation on the
spanking a woman half expects from her man when aroused.  Still his hand
wanked my cock!  I would come soon!  I heard myself shout "Cum!  Cum,
Herne! Cum....." And as his thrusts increased and his hand wanked faster I
came, a huge orgasm that I am sure started in my pussy before rising to my
cock and giving relief with spurt after spurt into the chair and carpet.

   That was really it for the group sex, doctor.  Despite the viagra us
three males needed a break, though I know Myra would have liked Bradley to
take her there and then.  We had some nibbles and some drinks.
Doctor: who slept with who that night?
Patient: Myra with Bradley of course.  Me with his son.
Doctor: As "Tina" or as walter?
Patient: As Tina.  I kept my stocKings on but wore a satin basque.  He
took me twice in the night.  I sucked him off, too, and fucked him in the
morning when we woke up.  He's a virile boy!
Doctor: and after all that your emotions?
Patient: no shame or guilt: a feeling of liberation and looking forward
to the future.  Myra and "Tina" are visiting them next week-end, and Herne
is spending next Wednesday night here in bed with both of us.  I'll be
girlie for him.
Doctor: your therapy is complete Walter Smallbone.  I suggest one review
session in three months time, as much for my benefit as yours, but there
will be no charge for that.  I leave it to you whether you use your male or
female persona for that.