Wilson James P.

American incest patterns

James P. Wilson

American Incest Patterns

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INTRODUCTION

Intrafamilia sex, or incest, is on the rise according to Dr. Ralph Dormann a sociopsychoanalyst who not only studies the behavior of individuals but of entire social groups in relationship to their particular environment. At one time, sexual incest was practiced almost exclusively in the upper middle-class and extremely wealthy segments of American society. In isolated pockets such as the Kentucky hill country, families also lived together and slept together as well. Until the turn of this decade, these two extreme segments were representative of the social type, who openly turned inward for sex. Mothers slept with sons, fathers with their daughters and there were even cases where grandmothers, women in their sixties had sexual relations with their grandsons who were still in their teens. As previously stated, these cases were to be found almost exclusively in either the backward hill country of the American South-east, or wealthy families where inbreeding had become a way of life for many generations past. In the mid-1970s, this pattern for incestuous conduct has changed drastically.

In the majority of incestuous case histories that are documented today, the socioeconomic background appears to have very little effect on the participating couples. Incest may occur in the middle class, or the poorer classes as easily and as often as it does in wealthier families.

The motivations for incestuous conduct also appear to be changing in the past, wealthier families who consistently practiced incest wanted to keep their wealth in the family.

They distrusted outsiders, or new blood. Today, they fear for their lives. They are afraid of being exploited, blackmailed or even murdered for lawlessness has increased to a point where the rich trust no one but members of their immediate families. They draw together for social interests, and those social interests include sex. The sex rites of the rich today are not only exercises in pleasure but experiments to discover the most appropriate mate within the family.

The middle class are no less distrustful of strangers than the rich in the 1970s, the advent of the family picnic among the middle class has become an annual and extremely important event. The picnic, usually held on the isolated bank of a river, brings all of the family together, fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, cousins, nieces and nephews. Nude bathing has become a vital rite in such an affair. Eventually, the nude bathers pair off and disappear for sex. A mother may seduce her son, a father his daughter, an aunt her nephew and so on.

The widowed women in the family are given the choice of the youngest available boys.

In the poorer segment of society, incest has become more prevalent than ever. When a man dies and leaves a wife who can still bear children, she selects the strongest son, to impregnate her.

The motive? Fear. For the past five years, Dr. Ralph Dormann, a director of the Institute of Human Faetois in Santa Barbara, California has been analyzing many hundreds of incestuous case histories from all of the socioeconomic levels. His very definite conclusion is that fear of strangers outside of the family structure is causing more couples to turn to intrafamilia sex. He compares the situation to feudal times when villagers, all related to each other, erected high walls around the village to keep out intruders who threatened their safety. Today, families are erecting psychological walls, and turning inward to keep out strangers.

Is fear a strong enough motive for modern day couples to condone incestuous sexual activity? According to The Encyclopedia of Human Behavior, "… fear is a recognized threat, characterized by a feeling of disagreeable tension and an impulse to escape danger…"

Dr. Dormann uses this definition when analyzing a case history. This impulse to escape danger, he claims, is a strong enough impulse to goad people toward the incestuous bed. How precisely do people react sexually when gripped by the neurosis of fear? The Encyclopedia states that, "… this reaction (fear) contrasts with anxiety, which consists of vague feelings of impending disaster, arising from indefinable threats. Fear is usually more temporary and more directly related to external events than anxiety; anxiety is likely to be more persistent and to stem primarily from internal problems involving feelings of inadequacy or guilty impulses. The two reactions are frequently found together especially in situations of pervasive danger such as combat…"

In over ninety percent of all case histories analyzed by Dr. Dormann, fear and anxiety were found together. The case subject was not only afraid of outsiders but anxious about his or her own ability to function outside of the family unit. In brief, they were afraid of rejection.

In the family, they knew they would be accepted. But functioning outside of the unit, they were anxious about their own ability to compete. An older woman was afraid her advances towards a desired young boy would be laughingly rejected. But inside the family structure, she knew she had to be accepted. If Grandmother wanted to be sexed by her grandson, she knew her desires would be respected and carried out. An older aunt could select a young nephew for her bedroom companion and she knew also that her request would be quickly and gladly honored. Conversely, an older man could voice a desire to sleep with his young niece or daughter. There would be no problem as to acceptance or rejection. But outside of the family, the older man could be ridiculed or even jailed for making such advances. The family structure provided the older members with security. They could not be harassed by the authorities for having sexual relations with minors, and they needn't fear they would be laughed at by a callous youth.

Intrafamilia sex also provided a sense of security for the younger members of the family, too. Teenage boys are, for the most part, clumsy and inept when it comes to giving a good sexual performance. A young boy often requires the expertise of an older woman, and a young girl, especially a virgin, requires the calm but knowledgeable behavior of an older man.

In sixty-eight percent of the cases studied by Dr. Dormann, he found a history of impotence with partners outside of the family unit. Sexual vigor returned only when the older male had sex with a close relation. This reaction is entirely consistent with known mental and physical responses when the individual is confronted with a situation where his security is threatened. The Encyclopedia concurs:

"… the principal reaction (to fear) is the arousal of the sympathetic nervous system."

When a person finds himself in a threatening situation, large quantities of adrenalin are secreted, quickening the heartbeat, sending blood to the brain and muscles, and in general mobilizing the organism for fight, or flight…

When an inordinate amount of adrenalin is pumped into the blood stream and the individual is mobilized for fight or flight, his sexual responses are almost non-existent. Naturally, impotency occurs. A man gripped with the impulse to flee, or defend himself from a threatening situation is in no condition or mood to perform sexual activities. Many men and women during this turbulent era of the 1970s do find themselves in a condition of mental and physical inadequacy when confronted by a situation outside of the family unit.

As the Encyclopedia goes on to say, "… there are situations, especially in panic, where the body becomes over-mobilized and behavior becomes disorganized. Moreover, if the state of arousal continues for a long period of time, the continual drain may result in psychosomatic disorders…"

Dr. Dormann concludes in his report that incestuously inclined couples of the 1970s are running away from situations they firmly believe will disorganize them make them incapable of functioning, or performing normally. In many such instances, the couples involved have a perfectly valid reason for turning towards the family for sexual release. Their fears are not unfounded or irrational. And Dr. Dormann states in his report, "… in many cases fears are quite proportionate the threat, and we can keep them in control by developing skills and competence and by forcing ourselves to take action instead of stewing…"

Fear is not a reaction that occurs to people during their adult years. But it is not innate. It is a learned response. The Encyclopedia tells us that, "… fear of strangers and strange places commonly occurs around eight months of age and is not as some parents believe a sign of emotional instability, or an attempt to embarrass them. Rather, it is merely an attempt by the child to convey a message, a message that informs his parents he is being threatened by the environment, by the unfamiliar. He apparently feels more secure with people and places he knows, especially when he has formed close relationships with them…"

As the child matures he usually loses the greater amount of his fear of the unknown. But a goodly portion of the population, both men and women never do lose this early day fear of unknown places and unknown people. They cling to the familiar. They are only comfortable around people they know and trust. These are the people who eventually turn to incestuous conduct. They are, in the words of Sigmund Freud, "incest-prone".

As these incest-prone people reach puberty, they tend to fantasize sexual relations and masturbate. Invariably these masturbatory sessions include fantasies of incest. The boy visualizes himself in bed with his mother, and the girl with her father, or in any familiar situation that comforts them. It is a short and easy step for such incest-prone people from the fantasy to the reality of incest. Indeed, the act of having sex with mother is more natural than having sexual relations with a total stranger.

In The Basic Writings of Sigmund Freud, the father of psychoanalysis, and a scientist who spent many years delving into the motivations behind incestuous conduct, wrote that, many fears (of the incest-prone) are learned through conditioning and spread through one situation to another by a process known as stimulus generalization… "A man who fails to achieve an erection grows more fearful until he is totally incapable. He has convinced himself that the reason for his impotency centers around the person of his partner. She can't be trusted, or she is un-thoughtful or selfish and not considerate of his own sexual needs. But a member of his own family displays all the attributes he requires from a sexual partner, an consequently, he discovers that with his own daughter, or own niece, or own aunt, he is not sexually incompetent. To the contrary, he performs lustily and without the slightest fear or reservation. Naturally, he prefers incestuous sex, a relationship where he feels comfortable and secure."

Another reason for the increase in "incest prone" people is the way American raise their children to be overly competitive about sex. This motivations is further explored by Dr. Albert Ellis in his best-selling text, Sex Without Guilt. He states, "… our boys and girls are made to feel that, above all, they must succeed, achieve, win out in the social-sexual game. They must not merely enjoy themselves on their dates and eventually achieve good marriages but they must date the best boy or girl in the neighborhood, be the finest lover for miles around, and have the greatest home and family…"

Many boys and girls are simply not equipped for this kind of competition, and become fearful about the opposite sex. Instead of trying to relate to the opposite sex as an individual, they strive to relate in a way, or in an image that will find approval in the eyes of their parents. Of course, many of them fail, and in failing become fearful of sex. These boys and girls eventually turn inward for sex but not to their parents whom they have come to loathe and hate for pushing them into situations they couldn't cope with. Instead, they confide their anxieties to an, older aunt, or uncle and have sex with close but not immediate members of the family.

This book documents four case studies of people who were incest-prone from their earliest years. They failed to find sexual happiness outside of the family structure. Eventually, they all returned to the warmth and security family sex offered them.

In the first case, a fifteen-year-old boy from a middle class family is forced by his social climbing parents to date girls from wealthier families. He isn't accepted by the richer people and develops a neurosis about his rejection. He turns first to a comforting older aunt and then to his own grandmother. Both older women take him to bed to reassure, and comfort him.

Case History Number Two documents a woman's attempt to find security after the sudden death of her husband. Her attempts fail until she takes her oldest boy to bed and make him the head of the family. They reside as man and wife.

The third study relates the problems of business executive who finds himself suddenly impotent. He tries many cures and they all fail. But when he confides in his daughter, he discovers he can become sexually potent again. He and his daughter live as man and wife.

The fourth case documents the history of an aging matriarch of one of America's wealthiest families. After passing the menopause, she discovered that her appetite for sex had greatly increased. Her much older husband could no longer satisfy her. And yet, with her wealth and position, she feared outsiders. Her husband suggested, she turn inward to her own family. She did. In quick succession, she seduced her nephew, and grandson. She found the answer to her problems in exclusive incestuous sex.

CASE HISTORY ONE

Case subject: Bobby T.

Age: 15

Sexual History: The son of a small town merchant and a socially ambitious mother, Bobby T. was pushed by his parents to try and date only daughters from the wealthiest families in town. Because of his prowess in sports he was accepted to a point. But because of his social standing was rejected by most of the girls. His attempt to have sex with the more sophisticated, wealthier girls ended disastrously. In desperation, he poured out his problems to his aunt, and later his grandmother. Both older women seduced him. He found sexual happiness with them.

ANALYST: Do you have sexual relations with your own aunt?

BOBBY: Yeah. I fuck her almost every day. She's got a big cunt and craves a lot of meat.

A: And you also have sexual relations with your own grandmother?

B: Oh sure. She's a great fuck. All that gray hair around her pussy sure turns me on.

A: Do you date girls your own age?

B: Not anymore.

A: You did date girls your own age then?

B: Yeah. Not because I wanted to. My old lady is one of those social climbers. Always after me to go out with the cunts from the wealthier families, and I did just to please her.

A: But you didn't enjoy dating girls from a wealthier class?

B: Hell no! They made me feel like dirt. Like I wasn't good enough for them.

A: Did you try to date girls from your own class?

B: Yeah but my old lady would throw a fit.

A: Did you try to have sexual relations with these girls?

B: Sure, they expected me to stick it in. But they were so Goddammed dirty, they made me throw up. I couldn't even get a bone on with them.

A: You found yourself impotent with them. Why?

B: I don't know. They just turned me off.

A: There must have been a reason.

B: Oh, they'd talk about money all the time. How they were going to Europe for the summer, or going on a cruise, or their old man taking them out in a yacht. Shit, I felt cheap and miserable.

A: You felt inferior.

B: I guess you could put it that way. I felt sore, angry.

A: With the girls?

B: Naw. Those dumb shits weren't bright enough for me to feel sore about. I hated my old lady for pushing me at them.

A: And filled with anger, you couldn't perform sexually.

B: That's about it.

A: What did you do?

B: For a while, I didn't do anything. But things got bad for me. My grades at school went down, and my old lady was always after me.

A: Did you masturbate during this period?

B: I tried to jack off but I couldn't milk out any cream. I felt miserable.

A: Is that when you turned to your aunt?

B: I didn't exactly turn to her. It all came about by accident.

A: Tell me about it.

BOBBY: It all began the day I had to date a real dumb shit of a girl. Her old man owned a big car agency, and had a snootful of dough. My old lady was after me to date her for months. She wanted to get in good with the girl's mother. After taking a lot of nagging, I finally gave in. She was my age, about fifteen, but had been fucked before. Several guys I know who dated her told me she was a lousy lay. At any rate, I took her to a drive-in movie and started fooling around. She was wearing a mini and so it was no problem sliding my hand up her leg and feeling her snatch. It was all wet.

"Are you going to fuck me or just fool around?" she asked. Clearly, I was too slow for her.

"Sure, sure," I replied, quickly. "I'll screw you. What gave you the idea I wouldn't cock your cunt?"

"From the way you just fool around," she replied, coldly. "Most men who date me get right to the point without all this bullshitting around. Are you going to give me cock, or not?"

"Here?" I asked, startled. "In the movie? Aren't you afraid people will see you?"

She looked at me in a cold, superior way. "You are dumb aren't you?" she asked.

I sounded defensive. "What are you talking about?" I demanded to know. "Dumb about what?"

"About the way a girl likes to get dicked," she said in a contained voice. "Don't you know it turns on a girl like me to be watched? I love to have an audience. My mom is the same way. Dad has to call in men friends to come watch as he fucks Mom. She gets real excited to have other men watch. And so do I."

That statement almost floored me. The last thing I wanted was someone watching me while I boned a girl. I had always associated sex with privacy. And this dumb twat from a rich family wanted to be gawked at while she got her cunt drilled out. She disgusted me. My cock-bone went limp almost immediately.

"Well?" she kept asking. "Is it going to be here in the car or not? That old guy in the next car keeps looking at us. It'll turn him on to watch us fuck. Bet he sits in his car and jacks off."

I became angry. "I don't care whether or not the old fart jacks off or not. I'm not used to being stared at while I fuck."

"Don't be such an old maid," she retorted. "You sit still, and I'll straddle you. The old guy will be able to see me heave back and forth. I'll let my tits spill through my blouse. The way they swing back and forth will turn him on but good. And while you're dicking me, I'll scream out about getting myself fucked. It'll be good fun, and exciting too."

I shook my head. "Horseshit on that," I exclaimed. "I don't need an audience, and don't want one." I tried to reason with her. "Suppose I just go down on your cunt the way I saw my dad do to my mom?"

"No way," she replied. "Tongue is okay for a starter. But I want something stiff up my cunt to end up with. Either you fuck me right here and now, or not at all. And I'll never date you again. And neither will anyone of my girl friends." She folded her arms. "What's it going to be Buster?"

"Okay, okay," I mumbled. I didn't want to be blackballed by all the cunts in my class at school. My old lady would get sore at me.

In an almost vicious way, she reached down, unzipped my fly, and yanked out the dick. Its limpid state rather surprised her.

"Don't I turn you on, or are you some kind of fairy?" she asked. "You haven't even got a good-sized bone on."

"It's up to you to get it up," I replied. "If you want me to fuck you, go down on me." A bit of mouth action always straightens it up.

She looked puzzled. "The old guys I fuck have to have mouth play. But all the kids from my class already are boned up. Something must be wrong with you," she said looking at me in a cold and suspicious way.

"Just go down on me and don't ask too many questions," I told her with cold anger. "So far you haven't even showed me your cunt."

She looked relieved. "Oh you're the kind that has to look to get turned on. Okay," she said pleasantly, "have a look. And if you want to kiss it, I won't object. But don't get carried away with tongue. Tantalize me, and lick it up a bit. Then, when I'm really wet, I'll straddle you and pump out a fuck."

"Don't be so Goddamned impatient," I said, angrily. "I love to smell hot cunt."

She took hold of the hem of her mini and pulled it up to her waist. Then, wriggling a bit, she managed to push down her panties and expose bare ass. It was kind of dark in the car of course, and so I slid my hand over the bush. To my surprise, she hardly had any hair. That kind of turned me off, too. I had always associated a good cunt with a lot of hair. My mother had a lot of hair around her box.

Throwing her legs wide apart, she said in a loud voice, "Eat me. Eat my cunt. Come on, roll that hot, wet tongue over my pussy, and don't stop until I give the word."

She was talking in a real loud voice, and I know it was for the benefit of the old guy in the next car. He kept ogling over at us, and trying to see inside. I knew he could lip read from the slow and careful way she mouthed each word. She was spelling it out by him. She really was a perverse cunt I was thinking. At any rate, I did go down on the exposed cuntal slit. Although she didn't have much fur around the box, the smell and heat turned me on, and my dick began to lengthen. And I really threw myself into the act of lapping her twat. It did taste good.

"Raise up." I called to her. "I want to lick your asshole too."

"My asshole?" she echoed, surprised. "What do you want to do with my asshole? That's not the place you're supposed to suck."

That made me sore. She wasn't cooperating at all. Everything had to be her way, or not at all. Typical of all the rich bitches in my class, she was utterly spoiled and self-centered.

"Goddammit," I hissed up at her. "I said asshole." And without further argument, seized her hips and threw both legs upward. Now, her buttocks were partially exposed and so was her shit spot. For reasons I could never explain to myself, the sight, smell and taste of a woman's ass had always turned me on. I often thought of sticking my tongue into the hole behind when I jacked off. Now that I had the opportunity of lapping ass, I didn't want to hear objections, or get an argument. Of course, I realized that not all females were sensitively attuned to that particular region. But even if they were not, it couldn't do any harm to take a few minutes and let me have my asshole suck. But this spoiled girl started to put up a howl as I dived down behind her back and strained to get my tongue up her bum hole.

"Don't," she wailed as though I was trying to rape her. "Not there. That's not the right place. I want you to lick my cunt and then fuck it. Don't you know I shit back there?" she asked, and her voice reflected her own inner horror. The thought that anyone could be filthy enough to stick his nose up her brown turned her off in no small way. And that really did make me sore, and more determined to eat her ass.

"Keep still!" I hissed, "Let me suck your ass for a few seconds. It won't do you any harm, and it will really turn me on." All the time I was speaking, I was also trying to shove my tongue between the fleshy cheeks of her ass and clear up the shit hole.

"People are looking," she cried. All of a sudden, this crazy broad who claimed she was turned on by an audience got shy about the old man in the car alongside of mine.

Prying both ass-cheeks as far apart as possible, I gurgled, "Keep still. I can smell ass, and it smells great. Now, let me suck a while and then I'll eat cunt. But keep still," I ordered as I shoved my tongue forward and into the stink spot.

The girl had no alternative but to obey. I had such a firm grip on the flesh of her buttocks, she had to remain still. Slowly, I worked my tongue all the way past the fleshy slope of ass and into the hair-studded-rectum. The long, crinkly hairs brushed into my nostrils and ticked my eyes and chin. They sent out a tingly sensation that snatched hold of my prick, and really made it stand up stiff and straight. A little more of the asshole suck, and I'd want to put it in in a very few minutes, I pulled my shit-stained face out of her bottom, and straightened.

"Okay," I breathed heavily, my eyes shining and my prick as rigid as a poker. "Time for the fuck. Lay back and I'll cream you right on the front seat." I pointed to the old guy in the car alongside of mine. "He's still looking," I assured her. "He'll probably jack off as I fuck you. Doesn't that turn you on, baby?" I asked with a wide smile.

To my surprise, the girl recoiled and looked at me as though I was dirt. "Get away from me," she spat. "Anyone who would stick his tongue up my shit spot must be crazy. And do you expect me to kiss you on the mouth, now?" she asked. "Never!" she answered her own question. "I'd never kiss an asshole lover."

This attitude made me sore. "For crissakes," I retorted. "It was your asshole. Now, spread your legs and I'll stick it in. And keep your mouth shut," I advised.

But this was one bit of advise she refused to accept. "Fuck you," she cursed at me. "I'd just as soon screw a pig. Now, zip up your pants and take me home. I want no part of you." And then she really let me know where I stood with her and her snobbish friends. "My mother warned me not to go out with you," she said, her eyes blazing. "She said you lived on the wrong side of the tracks. My girl friends warned me too. Now, I know they were right. You're filth. You're dirt and not good enough to take out a girl like me!"

Hearing her call me filth, and make fun of my low social standing, I lost all desire to fuck her. My cock wilted almost immediately. Nodding, I said in a low voice, "Okay you snobby bitch, I'll take you home and I'll be glad to get rid of you. And I got something else to tell you, your shit does stink, too!"

I took the girl home and dropped her off. That experience soured me about taking out any more girls from the so-called upper classes.

But if I took out a poorer type girl, my, old lady would nag and nag. My life became a misery. Finally, I was glad my summer vacation came up. Mom sent me to visit her aunt in a distant city. She hoped the aunt would talk sense into me and convince me I ought to continue dating girls from the wealthier families. I was happy to get out of the house for a while…

ANALYST: How old was your aunt?

BOBBY: About forty at the time.

A: And did she seduce you, immediately?

B: No.

A: Then, you made the advances?

B: in a way. Maybe it was half and half. I needed a fuck, and Auntie had no scruples about letting me dick her.

A: What gave you the impression, she would consent to an incestuous affair?

B: I didn't know she'd go for me, particularly. But I did know that Auntie Lil loved her cock.

A: She was sexually permissive.

B: I guess you could say that. She belonged to one of those swinger clubs; you know the kind. They meet every so often, and swap partners.

A: She involved you in this swap club? You're only fifteen years old.

B: Naw. Auntie Lil didn't get me involved in the club. I happened to walk in when the club was in session. I got an eyeful.

A: You inadvertently arrived when different couples were engaged in sexual fornication?

B: That's right.

A: Including your aunt.

B: Right again.

A: Of course, your aunt is a single woman. A widow or divorcee?

B: Hell no! She's married to a helluva nice guy.

A: And your uncle swings, too?

B: Tries to swing. The trouble is the poor guy is impotent. Has trouble getting it up. The swinging is supposed to help his cock.

A: Your uncle actually watched you and your aunt have sexual relations?

B: Yeah. It turned him on, and enabled him to get a bone on. Matter of fact, Uncle Lou encouraged me to fuck his wife. Every time I balled her he was able to climax, too.

A: Start from the beginning. You arrived, at your uncle and aunt's home, and they weren't expecting you.

B: Right. A swing party was going on.

A: What did you do?

BOBBY: Mom gave me enough money to take a plane to get to my aunt and uncle's place. Auntie was expecting me on the bus. That's how we got our signals mixed up. At any rate, I arrived at the airport, and no Auntie or Uncle. So, I grabbed a cab and gave the cabbie my auntie's address. I was going to surprise her. It turned out that they surprised me.

Uncle Lou was well-heeled and lived in a big home out in the suburbs. In fact, the home was kind of isolated. But when my cab drove, up I, was surprised to find a lot of cars parked around the house. I paid off the cabbie and went up the steps but something told me not to ring the bell. Something told me to open the door and kind of ease my way inside, and look around before I made my presence known.

When I opened the door, and looked in I was shocked to discover the huge and rambling living room filled with bodies. Naked bodies.

And some were balling, some were sucking, some were watching and jacking off. Everyone was doing something sexually exciting. I had heard about swing parties and guessed right off that Auntie and Uncle were hosting just such an affair. I was so startled that all I did was stand quietly at the door, and watch.

My cock jumped up.

All kinds of couples could be found in embraces around the room. Different kinds of couples, the kind not usually found together in open society. Black and whites, old and youngs, pretty and ugiles. Each couple was different. I guess that's how they got their kicks. For instance, in one corner this great, big nigger buck who looked like he was a truck driver was sucking the cunt of this fragile, aristocratic looking blonde lady who looked as though she lived in Nob Hill. She had ear rings, and diamonds on her fingers, and an aristocratic look about her. At the moment, she was seated on the edge of a couch with her legs spread wide apart and her blonde-haired cunt fully exposed. Before her, on his knees, this big, black buck was busily engaged in the act of eating white pussy. And from the expression on his face, he certainly loved his job. His round, white eyes kept rolling, around as his long, red tongue darted and stung at the distended lips of cunt. Every now and then, he clamp a mouthful of those silky pussy hairs between his thick, niggery lips and pull on them.

As he kept eating white cunt, the blonde lady kept moaning. "Oh eat me, nigger man. Clamp that big, black mouth over my lilly white cunt. Lick it up. No one eats pussy better than a black man. Hurry, and blow me, hurry!" she kept on moaning. "Hurreee."

This scene made me so hot that I unzipped and let my tool ease out, slowly. Ever since I reached the age of puberty, I knew I was well hung. And when I looked around the room at all the older guys, I realized that I was better hung than most of the grown men.

At any rate as I was standing at the door with my prick in hand, this goodly stacked lady comes up to me. She's wearing a sort of mask. I should say that a lot of the women were wearing fancy masks of some kind. She stood looking me up and down. Her eyes behind the mask were approving. And her voice sounded as though she was hot to fuck me.

"Where did you come from, junior?" she asked. "You don't belong to this club."

As I cleared my throat, she added, "It doesn't matter. I suppose you're a friend of a member. Welcome to our club. How old are you?" she asked.

"Fifteen," I replied and slowly began to stroke my tool. This bit of action told the lady that I, too, was hot for action.

"I'm forty," the lady laughingly told me. "And I've never fucked a fifteen-year-old boy." Boldly eyeing my dick, she chortled, "And I bet you know how to fuck. Why, you're better hung than most of the men in this room. And those lips," she sighed. "Bet you really know how to eat pussy."

I replied. "Yeah, I know what it's all about. Except," I hesitated.

"Yes, yes," she urged. "Go on. You've got something special you want to do."

Nodding, I replied. "I love to eat a woman's ass. I mean, I love to stick my tongue all the way up the shit hole and suck. For some reason, that kind of action turns me on. But," I faltered.

The woman's eyes narrowed with excitement. "Yes, yes," she urged. "But… What?" She didn't seem a bit shocked at my confession for anal fun.

I blurted out. "Every time I want to go down on a girl's ass, she acts disgusted as though I was a low, filthy shit. Naturally, her attitude turns me off, too. As a result, I never have really…"

"Eaten a woman's ass," the lady completed my sentence.

"Never have," I confessed, ashamed.

While we were thus conversing, I got the opportunity, to really give this forty-year-old woman the eye. She was stacked! On the tall side with ripe melons for tits, and long, finger-slender nipples, her body curved into a fairly narrow waist and then slid out into firm, velvety flesh that fued into hips, ass and long, shapely legs. Long, black hairs curled up around the pussy, and the ups were slightly parted with bits of moisture oozing through the odoriferous crack. Her long back curved enticingly, and the cheeks of her ass were works of art. Between each cheek the trench or cleavage was slightly parted to give me a tantalizing glimpse of the inner valley. At the base a brownish hue was visible and I felt my cock tremble. I'd have given everything I owned to stick my tongue up this lovely lady's ass. And something told me I was going to get that opportunity.

"Would you like to suck my ass?" the lady asked. "After all I'm forty years old and not a girl anymore. But if it's ass you crave, I've got plenty of it."

"I don't care about your age," I blurted out. "Sure, I'd love to suck your ass right here and now. Then, I'd love to fuck it." I confessed. "It makes me hot to feel my long, hot cock firmly wedged between the fleshy cheeks of female ass."

The dark haired lady laughed. "Of course, you can suck my ass. You're no older than my own nephew but what's the difference?" she asked, gaily. "We'll sixty-nine, and eat each other up."

"Your nephew?" I asked with a trembling voice. Could this woman be my own auntie? I started to ask myself. She hadn't seen me since I was a child and of course probably wouldn't me.

I could hardly find my voice. But finally I managed to ask. "Is your nephew's name Bobby?"

For a moment, the lady didn't reply. Then, she, too, managed to find her voice. "Yes," she said in a barely audible voice. "And I bet you are my nephew. I was expecting him to arrive on the bus tomorrow."

"You're my Auntie Lil," I blurted out. "I took the plane and arrived a day ahead of time."

Throwing out her arms, she swept me into them and hugged me up against her naked and soft body. "Welcome, nephew," she laughed. "You've grown up and become a man. I didn't recognize you." And taking hold of the shaft of my prick, she squeezed the bone. "And you really have become a man," she added with emphasis. "Bet you screw all the girls in your class at school."

"Naw," I shook my head. "They're all drabs. I never have fucked any of them, and don't intend to."

My auntie hesitated, and then asked. "Do you go for older women?"

"Never screwed an older woman," I confessed. "But they might be better."

With her fist still tightly curled around my dick, Aunt Lil asked, "Do you still want to sixty-nine with me? Your own aunt?"

I didn't even hesitate. "I'd give anything to smell your ass. Sure I will!" Then, I fell silent a moment. "What about Uncle Lou?" I asked. "Will he object?"

"Never mind about your uncle at the moment," Aunt Lil declared. "You just concentrate on eating your aunt's pussy and ass. Now, let's get into the position of the sixty-nine."

The idea of sucking my aunt's ass really got to me. It made me hotter than a pistol. Yet, I had to confess my ignorance. "What's sixty-nine?" I asked. "I never did it before."

Auntie Lil laughed and told me to stretch out on the carpet. "First take off all your clothes, dear. Auntie wants to give her nephew's cock a good suck. And I want to play with your balls, too. So, off with your clothes, and right now," she ordered.

Gladly, I stripped in front of Aunt Lil and my prick got even stiffer and redder. As I disrobed, I asked, "Isn't this called…" I groped for the right word.

"Incest?" Auntie Lil said. "Yea, it is. An aunt and nephew aren't supposed to fuck each other."

My cock grew even thicker. "Bet your cunt won't feel any different than any other," I said as I dropped my last piece of clothing. Aunt Lil's eyes rolled critically over every inch of my nude body. And what she saw, she seemed to love.

"Nice," she smiled. "Well built. Nice cheeky ass, firm, smooth, and that prick!" she chortled.

"It's built just right for my cunt. Hmmmmmm," she sighed. "Hurry, and let's sixty-nine."

"How?" I asked. The thought of doing anything sexual with my own aunt really got me heated. If this was incest I was all for it.

In the next few minutes, Auntie Lil instructed me into the mysteries of the sixty-nine position. I stretched out on the carpet as first instructed. My cockhead stared straight back at me. The skin of the penile shaft kept throbbing and I knew I could blow out a load at any minute.

"Hurry Auntie Lil," I urged. "I might come at any time."

Smiling and looking proud, Aunt Lil straddled my head and knelt down with her face pointed in the direction of my cock. Then, she leaned forward and supported herself on her elbows and knees. The moment, she bent forward, the curve of her ass loomed up and almost smashed against my face. I stared at the great crack of her ass and at all the hair on her cunt. The odor from her asshole was faint but fragrant, too. In this particular position, my tongue was in striking distance of both her cunt and ass.

Looking over her shoulder, Aunt Lil asked, "Do you like what you see, sweetheart?"

Sliding both of my hands over the curve of both cheeks, I almost cried with joy. "I love your ass Aunt Lil. It's… it's beautiful. And does it ever smell great."

"I'm hoping you'll stick your tongue up my ass, dear," Aunt Lil called back again. "That's where I really like. I think I'm as sensitive up my asshole as I am up my cunt. So, darling, don't hesitate when it comes to eating ass. Your Aunt Lil will love it!"

Digging my fingers into the curve of both ass-cheeks, I pried them apart as though the flesh was actually rubber. Immediately, the long, curling and browned-up rectal hairs loomed into sight. And the tiny bud around her asshole became visible, too. The odor was sweeter than an entire bottle of French perfume.

"Hmmmnnnn," I sighed. This was actually the first time I ever actually smelled a woman's ass. Oh, I fantasized about doing it. But this was the very first time, the opportunity had ever presented itself. And from my own aunt's ass!

"Eat me," Auntie Lil cried out over her shoulder. "Suck your aunt's ass. Lick up my brown and then tongue my cunt. Hurry, darling, hurry. Don't waste anymore time. Your auntie is hot for a tongue job from her nephew."

"Yes ma'am," I replied, obediently and in the same manner I often replied to my own mother. "I'll eat your ass right away Auntie, dear."

And I did.

Closing my eyes, and distending my nostrils to inhale as much asshole smell as possible, I stuck out my tongue and drove it deeply into the waiting asshole of my aunt's bum. The moment, the mouth flesh found its way into aunt's rear end, she cried out.

"That's it, lover. Only deeper, harder, wetter. Come on, loved one, you can eat Auntie's ass better than that. With feeling. Put some feeling into it. Go, cock boy, go," she cried out in a voice that sounded insane. At the same time, she enfolded both lips over my cock head and let it disappear from sight into her mouth. Then, affecting a gulping sound, she tried to swallow the entire cockhead and shaft and balls as well. Every inch of my genital skin turned her on and she wanted to engulf everything inside of her mouth.

Naturally, the moment, I felt that hot liquid mouth flood over my straining skin of prick, my head snapped back, and I let out a yell like a Comanche Indian. Then, I quieted down and relaxed. Auntie kept working on my cock and balls with her educated and hungry tongue, and on several occasions I thought I was going to blow my load. That's when I closed my eyes, tightened my fist, and tried to get my mind off the position of sixty-nine.

After a while when the crisis subsided, I opened my eyes but remained alert and ready to prevent any premature ejaculation. Soon, I became adept at preventing any unwanted blow-off. That gave Auntie a chance to really go to town on my red-hot prick, and it gave me a chance to survey the situation a bit calmer.

All I could see from my position were two, enormous cheeks of ass, the cleavage, the valley in-between, the hairs around her asshole. Also, I could inhale the fragrant aroma that wafted gently through Auntie's shit-hole. And last but not least was the cunt that belonged to my mother's sister. The cunt loomed up enormous and almost frightening in its proximity. The thick, reddish hills that were the lips were slightly distended, and droplets of cuntal juices sizzled through this crack of love. Around the trench of twat were hairs thousands of hairs, curling lovingly up and around the opening, and around Auntie's lower belly. There were also a number of hairs that resembled a wisk-broom around the rectal hole, now they brushed against my face as I gazed lovingly at those two beautiful globes of Aunty ass flesh. For reasons I couldn't comprehend at the moment, I slid both arms around the butt and stared at the skin as though I was looking into her eyes and at her face. Breathing deeply, I began to murmur sweet nothings. But even to my surprise, I was murmuring those sweet nothings at the rear end, at the ass. I was speaking softly and lovingly at the ass-flesh as though it was a separate entity of its own.

"Darling," I muttered. "You are so beautiful so precious, so sweet," and before I could restrain myself, I puckered up and planted a loud, wet kiss directly on the side of one buttock.

Auntie must have loved to feel my hot, wet lips on the skin of her ass. On contact between my lips and her butt, the woman sighed audibly, and moved the cheeks in such a way, my face disappeared quickly between the cleavage. Auntie wanted to feel tongue up her ass as well as over the skin.

And to my own surprise and almost horror, I didn't recoil, or try to pull out. Despite the fact that my nose and tongue were pressed tightly up against the woman's asshole, I loved every smell, and I loved the taste of her stilt. Everything, of course, was black but it wasn't necessary for me to see anything. As long as I could smell and feel the bottom of this woman's gorgeous shit country, I didn't care.

I felt Auntie's mouth pull off my cock, and she must have turned around and called over her shoulder for the words came through loud and clear and distinct.

"Eat me," my aunt cried, breathlessly. "Eat my ass. Love it. Love to feel tongue all the way up my brown hole." And to emphasize the truth of these words, she shoved back even harder. Oily liquid, a bit on the shitty side, squished around my facial tissues and into my nostrils. But this didn't deter me from sticking out my tongue and licking the liquid up. The taste made me hotter than a firecracker. My tongue darted out and started to lap up and down. I was literally wiping my tongue up and down Auntie's ass. Auntie loved that kind of action.

"Yes, yes," she chuckled, encouragingly. "You're wiping my ass with your tongue. Go, boy, go. That's what I want. Love it. Love to feel a hot tongue wiping my ass. That's why I left it a bit on the shitty side. Oh lover, does that ever feel good." But in the midst of all her excited exclamations about the feel and quality of my tongue, Auntie admonished me about the state of her hot cunt.

"Don't neglect my fuck hole, nephew," she called back. "My cunt loves tongue, too!"

With the greatest reluctance, I pulled my tongue from out of the deep, shit trench and dug it deeply between the scratchy hairs that reached out and tickled my chin and face.

The moment Auntie felt my tongue bury itself in her twat, she began to scream like a demented woman.

"Yes, that's it, lover. Eat my cunt. Eat your AUNT'S CUNT."

Auntie's encouragement and wild movements excited me beyond all restraint. Cock juices boiled up from the depths of my testicles and leaped into the penile shaft where they hurtled along like a diesel locomotive. There was no turning them back, now. And there was no point in attempting to turn them back. I must have been temporarily out of my head as I ate, lapped, licked and sucked on my aunt's cunt and asshole, and almost at the same time. The next thing I knew, I felt a tremendous explosion and for a moment I thought my entire body had ripped apart. Everything went wet between my legs, and for one terrifying moment it felt like blood. But quickly I realized that the wetness was caused by the juices of cock and not by my blood. Besides, Auntie wouldn't be hungrily lapping up the liquid of blood. She was eating and swallowing every drop of cock gism that squeezed through the head of my dick. And despite my own frantic efforts of cunt suckery, Auntie's smacking lips almost drowned out the sound of my own cunt smacking.

We must have ate each other's genitals for a very long period of time. When we finally completed our respective tasks, there wasn't a drop left. Then, Auntie rolled off my body, and I remained supinely on my back, gazing at my own limpid dick as though attempting to recapture the moments of utter rapture that had gripped me with such complete ecstasy.

And something else happened when we disengaged our ravaged bodies. Applause… During the sixty-nine, we had gathered a crowd of onlookers. The other swingers, drawn by the intensity of our mutual suck and by the realization that an aunt was having sexual relations with her fifteen-year-old nephew. This intelligence was disemmated during the suck when Auntie was yelling, "Eat me, nephew. Eat your aunt's cunt and ass."

The other swingers approved of our incestuous sixty-nine. And so did my uncle. Now, he stepped forward, his eyes shining, his face creased with a big welcome smile.

"So this is my little nephew who has come to visit his old Aunt and Uncle. Welcome, Son. Welcome. You'll enjoy your stay with us. And so will we. Me especially."

For a while, my uncle's statement sounded ominous to me. Was he queer? Did he think he was going to screw me, too? I felt trapped. I had given my word to remain with my aunt and uncle for the duration of my summer vacation. Indeed, I was almost a prisoner. Uncle Tom was supposed to give me the money for the return bus fare. I couldn't leave until he gave me bus fare back home. But after the swingers left the house, my aunt and uncle straightened out the situation for me.

Auntie explained. "My husband has been having potency problems. He can't get it up to fuck me. That's why we joined the swinger club. Uncle must have a lot of visual excitement."

Sadly, Uncle Tom put in. "Then, I can't erect in the normal way." He explained. "If I can watch a lot of balling action I can jack myself up, to a big bone on and blow my load. But I've got to be able to watch hot, erotic action. I've got to see all these things. I'm basically a voyeur."

Blushing to hear my aunt and uncle make such a candid admission, I asked in a timid voice. "But does just a mere jack off satisfy you?"

"Yes," Uncle retorted, his eyes shining. "If I can watch real hot action, I imagine that I'm a part of the scene. Then, I jack off to complete and utter satisfaction."

Again I hesitated. "But don't you mind me fucking your wife?"

Auntie laughed. "Of course not. He would love to watch his own nephew screw his aunt. Your uncle loves anything out of the ordinary." She rationalized. "In that way, I get my cunt-cookies off, and Uncle manages to blow his load. We all benefit, and no one is hurt." She became serious. "I am faithful to your uncle. I've never fucked a man out of his sight."

Uncle Tom nodded. "That's right dear," he said in confirmation of my aunt's statement. "My wife has never betrayed me. She has never fucked a man I didn't want her to blow."

Again, I offered a possible objection to such an arrangement. "But I'm related to Auntie. Wouldn't it be… incest?"

A strange light brightened the eyes of both my aunt and uncle. "That's right," they both replied in unison. Then, Auntie took over. "Incest is out of the ordinary. It's a sort of fuck that would turn on your uncle." For a moment, she was silent. Then, she added. "It would turn me on, too."

And before I realized the intelligence of my words, I blurted out. "Me too. Fucking my own aunt would turn me on. Just think," I sighed, "I'd be pumping the cunt of my own mother's sister. It would almost… almost…"

"Like fucking your mother," Auntie smiled with appreciation. "You were always a little mother fucker. Your mother once told me she used to jack you off when you were only seven and eight years old."

"That's true," I nodded. "Mom used to play with my cock until I had an ejaculation. But I never fucked her," I added, hastily.

"You're going to fuck your aunt," the woman replied, emphatically. "And your uncle is going to watch. Now, off with your clothes. I have a tremendous need to get fucked by my own nephew."

Uncle Tom's eyes looked glassy. He was already seeing the incestuous vision in his mind. "Hurry," he urged me. "Hurry and fuck my wife. Got to watch. Got to jack oft. Hurry," he almost moaned.

Quickly we all disrobed, and for a while looked at each other's naked bodies. Uncle was grayish, tall, a bit bent, and he was, to my surprise, well hung. His cock dropped down between his legs and almost touched his knees. And the diameter of the penile shaft was thick, the head was round and large, the balls were roundish and soft. This man should have been capable of erecting, and pumping his wife's cunt with a lot of stiff hose. But unfortunately, this was a case where looks were deceiving. Although the man's meat looked long and thick and capable, it was not in any condition to stiffen up. The only way my poor uncle could stiffen the meat was by jacking it up while he watched erotic action. And to be quite honest, this chance of fucking another man's wife really heated up my blood. The additional thought of hosing my uncle's wife boned me up quickly before my aunt even touched the penis.

"How fortunate," Uncle Tom murmured as he appraised the length and rigidity of my cock. "To be able to erect so easily, so quickly, and perfectly. Beautiful," he continued to murmur.

My aunt gazed down at my prick with even more admiration. "I'll take every inch," she answered. "Every fucking inch. Right up my twat. I'll probably come a dozen times," she told me. "But don't let that bother you. Just keep on pumping until you blow your load."

My uncle warned. "Not too fast. Don't blow your load too swiftly. It always takes me a while before I can bone up… even with my hand."

"Got an idea," I said. "It just came to me but it might work. And if it does, we'll all benefit."

"An idea?" my Uncle Tom asked with a bit of skepticism. Doubtless a lot of well-meaning people had tried to give. "Please don't try to improve on my lowly lot," he said with a voice that was heavy with self-pity. "I've tried everything. It just won't come up. The only way I can get relief is to jack myself off with my own hand. That's the way it is. And please don't try and tell me it's all in my head."

Auntie put in. "He really has tried everything. I've got every one of my girl friends to come in and try and make him. He couldn't get it up for them any better than he could bone up for me."

My anger flared. "For crissakes, give me a chance to explain." And to my uncle I said, "And feeling sorry for yourself won't do you any good at all. Try and not be so negative, and you'll have a better time, I assure you."

"How?" he asked with a sneer. "How in hell is a guy going to have a better time when he can't get it up without jacking on the meat?"

"Listen to me," I said, "and please listen with an open mind."

Of course I realized that both my aunt and uncle had every right to be skeptical. After all, I was only fifteen years old at the time, and had limited experience myself. They, in turn, had tried every remedy possible to cure uncle's impotency. But still, sometimes a kid can be wiser than his elders when it comes to imaginative sex. At least, the older couple were willing to listen.

"This is the way I see it." I told my aunt and uncle. My plan was relatively simple. Indeed, it was so simple that the couple hadn't thought of it themselves, or ignored it thinking it wouldn't work… This was my plan:

"I'd ball my aunt dog-style while she masturbated my uncle's cock. In fact, that particular position would enable them to neck passionately while she played him with her hand. All the while, I'd be dogging her cunt from the rear end."

Uncle thought it over. The image of his nephew dog-fucking his wife appealed to him. "Yesss," he said, slowly, "it just might work."

The idea appealed to my aunt. "At least, it will be a change from jacking yourself off," she told her husband. "I'll hand jack your cock. It'll be a change for you, and a change for me."

I became excited as my imagination added a bit more information. "While I'm fucking you," I told my aunt. "You're necking your husband and telling him how much you love him. All the while, I'll be screwing your cunt. Wow," I exploded, "that will really turn me on."

My aunt beamed. "It turns me on, too. While I'm getting hosed from the back, I'm telling your uncle that I love him and kiss him passionately. Yes," she nodded, "that appeals to me too."

"Me also," Uncle Tom piped up. "In fact my penis is responding to the notion, too. Oh it isn't getting stiff of its own volition. But I feel certain movements inside the tissues. This is a good sign."

"What are we waiting for?" I asked. "Let's bail." And to add to the excitement, I reminded my aunt and uncle that, "Let's three-way ball."

According to plan, my aunt positioned herself on the bed in the traditional dog-style stance. She got down on her knees and elbows with her rear end sticking up in the air. The sight of her cheeky ass staring at me so invitingly with all the cunty hairs poking out excited me, immediately. My penis telescoped out and up towards the angle best suited for cuntly fornication. Kneeling behind her, I gripped both fleshy cheeks and pulled them aside in order to look into the valley of rear-end love. Hairs sprang out towards me and scratched my thighs. My balls pressed against her hind legs as I surged forward. My cockhead banged through the doors and into the tube. Hot juices squished around the surging penile shaft, and Auntie cried out in painful rapture. There was a bit of pain connected with the penetration because the wails of her vagina narrowed in this particular position.

My prick had thickened to about an inch and one half in diameter. The diameter of Auntie's twat tunnel was considerably less than an inch and a half. This compelled me to thrust and grunt my way into the desired passage. But fortunately, the walls of cunt were flexible enough to give way. And before I knew what was happening, the entire dong, cockhead and shaft had fought their way into the warm and wet hole of incestuous love.

"Ohmygawd," Auntie burbled as the prick hurtled deep down into the pit. "Deeper," she cried out coaxingly. "Press it down deeper. Oh meohmy but that prick feels good up my cunt. My nephew's cock sure feels good up my cunny hole." She emphasized the fact that she was getting hosed by her own nephew. The thought of incest was a definite excitement for her.

While I was overcoming the obstacle of Auntie's tight twat. Uncle Tom had positioned himself in front of his wife, and swept her into his arms as though he was a matinee lover of the silver screen. Cupping one of her very large tits, he pressed his mouth against her lips and murmured.

"Darling, I love you. You're so faithful to me. I adore you," and he gave her some tongue between her full lips.

As he started to neck his wife, Auntie reached down and took his supine dick in her hand and started to jack on it.

This was the very first time in many years that Uncle Tom had let anyone else stroke his stubborn tool. Clearly, the change was doing him a lot of good. The tissues of the pouting pecker quickly stretched forward, the bone slid out of its casing and the cockhead ballooned up and remained enlarged. This was the very first hard-on Uncle had ever sustained with the aid of another person. And all the while, they kept kissing and tonguing each other.

The realization that my plan was succeeding excited me, and I threw every bit of passion I possessed into the task of fucking my aunt's cunt. My clawlike fingers bit onto the skin of her ass, found their way into her asshole, tantalized the hairs around her cunt. They were never still for a single moment. And neither was my prick. It kept banging in and out of the incest hole that grew wider by the moment. Hot liquid spilled through the crack and trickled down my legs and balls. But I kept on hammering at my aunt's twat with the full realization I'd blow in very short order. I thought it prudent to give the necking couple a bit of warning.

"Gonna," I managed to cough out. "Gonna blow… nuts… gonna throw up… soon," I whined through my nostrils. "Soonnu…"

On hearing my warning, Auntie's hand stroked on uncle's straightened prick with increased vigor in fact, she started to jack his cock at such a tremendous rate of speed, I couldn't keep up with the movement with my naked eyes. But from the way my uncle kept blabbering, I knew her hand was accomplishing a lot of rood.

Flecks of foam flew out of uncle's reddened lips, and his round eyes looked wild. "Keep it up," he managed to breathe. "Keep up the hand action. Fast," he kept on, "faster… faster…" And finally, "I'm gonna… gonna…"

I knew what he was trying to say. He was about to ejaculate. And so was I. And so was my aunt. We were all racing towards the payoff at a furious rate of speed. Hot juices spattered the walls of the bedroom and the liquid could have originated in the genitals of all three of us. Auntie was managing to blow out preliminary climaxes of a smaller order, and droplets were working loose from my own penile shaft as well as the turgid tool of my uncle. But neither one of us was going to stop until we hit the all-important big climax, the one that would leave us weak and breathless.

Finally, something broke loose within my genitals. The inner walls of the penile shaft widened as the surge of cream hurtled through the head of the dick and up my own aunt's hot cunt. At that precise moment, Auntie's hand action payed off, too. Uncle's cock leaped backward as creamy goo spattered the lower portion of his belly.

Light seconds away from our ejaculations, Auntie's vaginal walls shook and vibrated and the next thing I knew hot rivulets of cuntly cream were streaming down my legs. The stuff splashed all over my nuts and that increase in the temperature of my testicles coaxed more gism through my cockeye. Finally, we disengaged from the incestuous, three-way blow job.

When Uncle managed to recover his speech, he turned towards me. "Don't," he implored, "don't return home before the end of the summer. I'll give you anything. But stay with us, and fuck my wife. Fuck your aunt. And I'll be able to come, too."

Inspecting the state of her husband's tool, Auntie offered an opinion. "This is the best ejaculation Tom has had in many years."

"And we've got our nephews to thank," the man stated. "Please stay with us at least for the summer."

How could I refuse? "Of course," I replied. "I'll remain and fuck Auntie any time you ask for it."

My aunt looked pleased. "Your grandmother is going to visit us next week," she told me. "Would it turn you on to fuck her, too?"

"Fuck my grandmother?" I echoed, amazed at such a question. Then, I replied with an answer that even surprised myself. "Yes, I'll fuck her," I nodded. "A four-way fuck could be even more exciting than this three-handed deal."

And that's exactly what happened. My granny is well into her sixties but she was young in mind and thinking. She quickly agreed to the tour-way action, and that's the way I spent the summer. Each time, we'd think of an arrangement that was more erotic than the last one in that way, Uncle Tom was able to erect easily and enjoy his ejaculation. And that's the way I became hooked on the incest act… by fucking my own auntie and grandmother…

SUMMARY OF CASE HISTORY ONE

Raised in a middle class family of strivers, fifteen-year-old Bobby T. found himself the victim of class prejudice. His mother was ambitious for him to function socially in a more wealthier social level. Boys and girls from the upper middle class were not prepared to accept youth. He found himself a victim of snobbery and discrimination when he tried to date girls from wealthier families. His mother, a nagger, gave him no peace and refused to listen to reason. She kept urging him to associate with children from a much higher social class.

While the handsome boy was seduced by his forty-year-old aunt, Bobby T. responded to the older woman's seduction since he was completely turned off by the girls he had been forced to date. And once he became ensnared in the pleasures of incest, he found that he enjoyed the situation. Encouraged by both his aunt and uncle to continue incestuous, sexual acts, the boy associated the act of copulating with his much older aunt as normal, behavioural rear flees.

Psychologist Theodor Reik in his authoritative The Need To Be Loved, the necessity for the adolescent boy or girl to find acceptance from his immediate family. Since Bobby T. didn't find acceptance from his own mother, he turned to his aunt and uncle. They were willing to accept him on an incestuous basis. The desperate boy agreed to have sexual relations with his aunt for her love and understanding. As long as he performed sexually for his aunt and uncle, they gave him the warmth and love he needed.

CASE HISTORY TWO

Case Subject: Odelia R. Age: 38

Sexual History: After the sudden death of her husband, thirty-eight-year-old Odelia R. found herself alone and helpless. Her late husband had been a protective man who shielded her from the realities of life. Now, she had to cope without a mature man at her side. Eventually, she believed she recognized traits in her twelve-year-old son that reminded her of her own husband. She then installed the boy in her bedroom and made him the head of the family. This included incestuous, sexual relations.

ANALYST: Are you having sexual relations with your twelve-year-old son?

ODELIA: Yes. Ted fucks me at least once a day. On week-ends, two and three times.

A: Why do you find it necessary to have sexual relations with your own son?

O: in a way I don't think of having relations with my own son. When I fuck him, he's really my… husband. My late husband.

A: You see certain traits in your son that reminds you of your late husband?

O: Very much so. Yes. Ted becomes my husband in bed. At least, in my mind.

A: Did you have a successful sexual relationship with your husband?

O: The very best. Raymond, my husband, was a bull of a man. He'd fuck me every day. Sometimes in the bathtub, or when I was sittin on the john, he'd go down on me and suck my cunt.

A: A virile man.

O: Yes, and of course after he left me so suddenly I was disconsolate, broken up, I thought I'd go crazy.

A: And so, you turned to your son who was at the age of puberty.

O: No, not right away. After all, incest isn't something one does swiftly or without thought.

A: What made you finally decide to have sexual relations with your son?

O: I found out that Ted had sexual relations with his grandmother.

A: On what side of the family.

O: The woman was the mother of my husband.

A: She is still living?

O: Oh yes, a very strong, robust and horny, old woman. She was the first to get into my Teddy's pants.

A: How did you find out?

O: The old woman told me.

A: She confessed? A sixty-five-year-old woman?

O: Yes, she confessed to sleeping with my twelve-year-old son. And she was quite proud of her accomplishment. She did seduce him, successfully.

A: Why did she tell you.

O: Because she urged me to fuck him too. She said he was as good as her son if not better.

A: The old woman knew her son was virile in bed?

O: Oh yes, I'm sure she had fucked him at one time or another.

A: Did she admit to having incestuous relations with your husband?

O: No, not directly. But I can read between the lines.

A: But she did admit to having sexual relations with your son?

O: Yes she did.

A: This experience must have had a profound effect on your son.

O: It did. It also influenced my attitude towards incest.

A: How did your mother-in-law seduce your son who happens to be her grandson?

ODELIA: After my husband died so suddenly, I was disconsolate, and not fit to be around my son. Someone had to take care of him. After all, poor Teddy was only twelve at the time. I immediately arranged with my mother-in-law to take care of the boy for a few weeks or months. At least, until I recovered from the terrible shock of my husband's abrupt passing. My mother-in-law agreed, quickly.

My mother-in-law is in her late sixties but she belongs to the class of wealthy, pampered women who remain youthful looking despite their advanced age. She dresses smartly, and has nothing better to do than to take care of her health and figure. She also is a widow and is constantly on the go. Las Vegas and so forth. She loves to dance and have a good time. She doesn't act nor look like Whistler's mother. Ted didn't mind staying with her since she lives in a mansion of a home, and like all doting grandmothers is willing to cater to the boy's every whim.

As Grace, my mother-in-law later explained, the moment Teddy walked into her home, she got hot pants to fuck him. But she was smart enough to attempt the seduction in a discreet way. If she was too abrupt in her demand for his cock, she'd scare the boy who could report her and make trouble. But after the first day and night alone with the boy she was masturbating at almost every hour. Once she happened to walk into the bathroom when he was taking a shower and inadvertently got a glimpse of his dick.

"Oh how the boy is hung!" she gushed to me. "I've got to make him. He reminds me so much of my own son." And then she went on to describe in ecstatic detail the size, shape and coloring of my boy's cock.

I was mildly surprised at her confession of lust for a boy who was only twelve years old. But I was in no position to dispute or reprove her lustful yearnings. My husband had made her the executrix of the estate, and my future inheritance depended on this woman. She was in the driver's seat. Even the monthly allowance I received from my husband's estate came from Grace. All I could do was listen and make a mild protest.

"But the boy is so young," I told her.

"Bullshit," the silver-haired woman snorted. "My own son was even younger when he started to ball. Do you want Teddy to grow up and become a pansy, a Goddamned queer?"

"No," I replied. "But I think he's too young and too innocent. After all Grace you're his grandmother. Suppose he has a traumatic after-effect."

The old woman snorted, "Suppose nothing," she retorted. "He'll get broken in early, and it will do him the world of good. All this education about a boy being too young to fuck is nonsense. It doesn't go over anymore. More harm is done by keeping young boys virginal. They should get fucked as early as possible."

I sighed. The strong-willed, old woman had the upper hand. If I protested too much, she'd give me a hard time with the estate money. And I was hoping to take a long vacation, a cruise to get away for a while. I had no alternative but to let her have her way with my boy. And there was a possibility she could be right. I knew Teddy was jacking off, and perhaps a good piece of ass would do him a bit of good. I tried to close my eyes and mind to the incest part. At that time, I didn't think it was right for a woman to screw her own grandson. And yet, I replied in the affirmative:

"All right," I said.

Later on Grace told me how she managed to break down Ted's natural resistance to getting fucked by his own grandmother. She had decided to get him in the mood by showing him some hot fuck movies. However, she didn't tell Ted that the movies were on the erotic side.

One evening when they were alone in the house, Grace asked the boy if he wanted to watch some movies that had belonged to her own son.

Of course the boy agreed since he loved to watch movies. Grace set up the home screen and projector, and sat alongside of Ted as she flicked on the machine. I knew that my husband had a taste for erotic movies but I didn't know that he lent them to his own mother. That confirmed my suspicion he used to screw her. At any rate, Grace had no hesitance in turning on the reel, and letting my twelve-year-old son watch a thoroughly disgusting sex movie. By chance, or perhaps it wasn't quite by chance, the theme of this particular movie had to do with a mother-son fucking scene.

In this particular movie, the mother was portrayed by a woman who was probably the same age as Grace. Her son was in his teens in the movie, the mother inadvertently walks into the bathroom while her son is seated on the john and masturbating himself. She pretends to be shocked. The boy, his pants down and his long, stiff tool in his band looks ashamed and disturbed at being caught by his gray-haired, old mother.

"What are you doing?" she demanded to know of her son.

"Jacking off," came the reply. The boy in the movie looked about fifteen years old.

"Why?" asked the woman. "What good does that do you?"

The boy, his hand still holding the cock, replied, "Sometimes I just have to ball, Mom. But I don't have a girl friend. Even if I did, she wouldn't do the things I fantasize about, the things that really turn me on."

The look of shock and horror disappeared from the womans face. She looked more kindly, more understanding. Her son had a problem, and she wanted to know about that problem, and try to help if possible.

"What do you fantasize when you masturbate?" the mother asked.

The son blushed crimson.

"Please tell me, darling," the soft-faced, old woman urged. "I want to help. You do need help, dear."

With his fist still curled around the long, and still very stiff prick, he replied, "It's kind of far out but I can't help it. Every time I jack off I think of doing this kind of thing, and I blow my load almost immediately."

"Tell me, Son," urged the woman. "Tell mother all about it."

The boy continued. "I'm sitting in the tub with the water about half full. Then, this beautiful woman climbs in with me. She's really stacked with great, big boobies, narrow waist, and an enormous ass. Her legs are terrifically shaped, too. And what a cunt! It's look delicious enough to eat. And that's, what I want to do. But first… First," and the boy began to mumble incoherently. His face blazed crimson-colored.

"Go on," the understanding old woman urged. "First… you want to do… what? What do you want to do when that beautiful, naked woman climbs into the tub with you? Tell me, darling."

With his hand still clutching his reddening pecker, the boy blurted out. "Piss on me. I want that beautiful broad to unload her beautiful cunt all over me… all over my face. Oh, Mom, it would feel so great. All that hot, sensuous piss hitting my thin, and sensitive facial tissues. What an excitement!"

At first, the motherly old woman was silent. Then she replied, "What you want is abnormal, Son. Abnormal and disgusting. You must be cured."

The boy looked as though he was about to burst into tears. "I know it mommy," he replied. "But what can I do. Every time, I go to jack off, I don't think of normal boy-girl stuff like the other kids do. The first thing that races through my mind is the piss-on thing. I want to be cured. But how?" his voice rose to a wail. "How?"

The mother came to a decision. "It's up to me to cure your son before you grow any older and become a pervert."

"But how?" the boy wailed. "How can you cure me. This vision in my mind is so strong. Even now, I want to jack off with the thought of the piss-on before my eyes."

The old woman started to disrobe. "I'll have to do it, Son. I'll have to give you a piss-on in that way, once you get drenched with all that terrible smelly urine, you'll be cured once and for all. Never, again will you have such disgusting fantasies."

The boy thought a while. "Yeses," he finally sighed. "Perhaps, you're right, mommy. Cure me once and for all. But how?" he wanted to know. "How are you going to cure me of wanting a great, big piss-on?"

"By giving you one," the old woman exclaimed with much emphasis. "By squatting over your face, and letting loose with every ounce of piss in my bladder. Once you feel all that hot, steamy pee from my hot, steamy cunt, you'll never want to do such a disgusting thing again."

Confronted at last with an opportunity to receive a woman's piss all over his face, the boy hesitated. "Are you sure it will be all right?" he asked. "I mean you won't hurt me will you mommy?" he asked. The length of his pecker began to shorten. The tissues grew a bit softer.

"Take your clothes off," the woman told her masturbating son. "I'll do likewise, and give it to you in the tub."

The boy stood up and looked at his mother with startled and yet excited eyes. Clearly, he had never seen his mother in the nude before. "But I'll see you without any clothes on, mommy," he said. "Will that be right? Won't that be incest?"

The woman continued to disrobe and she removed her clothes in such a hurry, it was also clear she could hardly wait to expose herself in front of her son. "No," she said as she pulled off her dress. "It's only called incest when I fuck you. All I'm going to do is piss on you. Just looking at my cunt won't do you any harm. Maybe it'll do you some good. It'll cure you of your shameful habits."

Accustomed to obeying his mother, the boy stood up, and proceeded to disrobe. During this period, his cock still remained semi-rigid but when he stepped out of his clothes completely and exposed his totally nude body to his mother, the peter stood up again.

The gray-haired woman stepped out of her panties and revealed herself nude to the bulged eyes of her teenage son. Despite her age, she was still stacked with plenty of tits, a shapely body and big, fleshy buttocks. The hairs around her cunt were salt and pepper-colored. It was clear that she, too, was in a state of excitement. Her clitoris stood up and resembled a miniature dick. The thick lips of cunt were red and slightly apart revealing the soft, oystery flesh in the valley of fuck. From the way her eyes sparkled, it was obvious, she was excited and could hardly wait to ball her own son. However, the initial act was going to be a piss-on.

Filling the tub half-full of water, the boy sat down, and the woman squatted over his face. Looking up, the young fellow was confronted by the distended lips of cunt, the hairs and his mother's lower belly.

"Should I close my eyes?" he asked in a hushed and excited voice.

The woman smiled down at her son. "Wouldn't you like to kiss my cunt, first?" she asked. "A great big kiss before I start to leak love juice all over you?"

"Yeses," the boy hissed, and slid both hands under the cheeks of his mother's ass. One finger found its way deep inside her asshole and he forced her body closer to his mouth. His lips and nose disappeared inside the tangle of cunty hairs. His tongue darted out and speared the cleft.

"Ahhhh," the old woman burbled. "You'll make some lucky woman a good cunt lapper."

After kissing his mother's cunt for about five minutes, the boy's head rolled back and he closed his eyes. "All right, mommy," he said in a hushed but excited voice. "I'm ready. Ready for the piss-on."

Looking down at her son with his face held backwards, the woman smiled a lusty smile and relaxed the muscles of her bladder. One, single drop of urine dropped through the pee-hole and bounced off his chin. The feel of this hot, drop of cunt liquid thrilled him for he shivered.

"More," he begged. "Give me more of your hot piss, mommy dear."

His request was instantly obeyed. Following the path of the first drop a torrent of golden, sizzling hot cunt-pee splashed through the cuntal orifice and drenched the upthrust face of the young boy. The moment the flow commenced, the boy's hard-on grew stiffer, more pronounced, more perfectly angled for the fuck. Grasping the penile shaft, the boy commenced to stroke it back and forth at a furious speed.

"Oh mommy," he squealed. "Feels so good. Your hot cunny piss feels so fuckingly good. More," he yapped in a loud voice. "Don't let it stop just yet. Give me more. So hot," he cried. "Gonna come. Gonna shoot out a big one. More," he continued to whine in a high, nasal pitch.

The woman squeezed her bladder to milk out every possible drop of the love liquid which she gave her son so willingly. And she didn't spray it exclusively over his face. She kept on rotating her hips to let the stuff bounce off his chest, his throat, and even as far back as his penis. When the flow splashed over his turgid dick, he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Oh wow," he yelled. "Does it ever feel good over my prick," and he stroked at an even faster rate of speed.

Looking back over her shoulder, the woman admonished her son. "Don't blow out, yet," she warned. "I've got another use for that stiff one."

When she finally stopped pissing, her intentions for the boy's cock crystalized. Moving backwards, she positioned herself over the cockhead, and then, sank down her still wet and juicy cunt. The head disappeared and so did the remainder of the shaft. Then, she let the weight of her body rest on her son's lower abdoman. His cock was totally sheathed within the scabbord of motherly cunt.

"What are you going to do, mommy?" the boy asked through clenched teeth. Clearly he was having a difficult time in restraining the juices of cock from overflowing the eye on the head.

"Fuck," his mother told him. "I'm going to fuck you good, Son. That's the only way to cure your masturbating all over the toilet seat every day. From now on, whenever you get a bone on, you fuck your mommy and don't waste it with a hand job."

Before the boy could reply or defend his tendency to masturbate, the mother began to pump her hips up and down the boy's pole of cock. His clawlike hands reached up and grabbed hold of her flying tits.

"Yummy," he babbled. "Give me cummy. Give me cunny nummy. Give me all you've got."

The woman laughing with joy and fulfillment, shouted back, "And I'll take all you've got. Every inch. Every Goddamn, fucking inch. Every horny, sonly inch of prick. I'll cure you of jacking off. I'll cure you," she kept on shouting at the top of her voice.

In a very short while, the woman thumped her cunt to blow off. The camera hovered over the shooting cannon of sonly meat, and then examined the wilting dick that still clung to the lips of the incestuous cunt. Then, the motion picture reeled to an end.

Naturally, my own son Ted was visibly affected by such a disgusting moving picture that his grandmother contrived to show him.

"Did you like the show?" Grandmother Grace asked my son.

Ted could hardly find his voice. Naturally, he was shocked. He had never heard of a mother having sexual relations with her own son. And the sight of the filthy piss-on scene had revolted him, too.

"Didn't know that boys fucked their own mothers," Ted replied in a feeble voice.

Grace asked. "But wasn't it exciting? Didn't it turn you on? It turned me on, darling."

Ted looked shaken. "Turned you on? In what-what way?" he asked in his innocent voice.

"Heated up my cunt," was the brazen reply.

For a moment, Ted didn't reply. He had never heard his grandmother use such gutter language. The state of his penis was definitely not one of arousal. It was soft and limpid and in no mood for a hard-on.

Continuing in her own, filthy way, the grandmotherly looking woman turned on the lights and stood up. "I'll show you what I mean, Son," she told Ted. Before he knew what was happening, she yanked up her skirt and wriggled down the brief panties. Then, she stood before him, her legs spread apart, her cunt in full view.

"It's all heated up, darling," she told Ted. "Look at the lips. Aren't they red and thick. And look at my cunt-cock. My female prick. I've got a hard-on, dear. Your poor, old grandmother has got herself a great, big hard-on. But what good does it do me?" she asked. "I haven't got a boy friend. And all the old men I do know are too Goddamned old for me. I need something young and stiff," she purred. "Something that can take charge and boss my cunt around."

The exposure of his grandmother's genitals and the sound of her filthy, disgraceful talk began to affect Teddy, sexually.

My son's cock erected.

Grandmother Grace looked down at the bulge between Ted's legs and exultantly exclaimed, "Why darling, did the sight of your granny's box turn you on? Do you want to feel it? Do you want to kiss it? Tell me, darling. What do you want to do with your granny's big, hot box?"

Ted replied and didn't even recognize the sound of his own voice. "Fuck it," he blurted out. "Want to fuck it. Got a bone on. Got to sink it into something soft and hot and juicy."

Grandmother Grace's eyes sparkled. She looked like a young woman again. "Of course, I'll fuck you Grandson, dear," she said, her full, red lips curving back in a wicked smile. "But how? How do you want Granny to fuck you, dear?" Quickly, she told him. "I'll do it any way you want. Any way," she exclaimed again to emphasize her willingness to perform in an incestuous way.

She added. "I'm shock-proof. What are your fantasies, dear. When you jack off, don't you have a special kind of fantasy you favor above all others?"

"Yeses," Teddy said, thoughtfully. "I do."

With her cunt still exposed, Grace rubbed up against my son. "Tell me what it is, dear," she urged, breathlessly. "Tell me what kind of jack-off fantasy my baby grandson has."

Ted began to describe his most recurring masturbatory fantasy. "This woman is sitting on the john with her legs spread wide apart. I'm on my knees between those legs. I stick my tongue up her cunt as I jack off. I mean, I'm stroking my cock. After I blow her, we reverse positions. She straddles me, and pumps out her fuck. While she's doing this, I'm sucking on her titties."

"Beautiful," Grace sighed. "What a beautiful vision of cunt suckery." Quickly, she added. "Of course, you can eat my cunt while I'm seated on the john. You can stick your tongue clear up the crack. I'll even sit up higher to let you run your tongue under my ass and lick my asshole. Wouldn't that be neat?" she asked me smilingly.

The thought of sucking a woman off while she was seated on the john boned up my son again. "Yes," he confessed. "That would be neat. But…" he hesitated.

Grace was already beginning to disrobe, to expose her grandmotherly body in front of my son. "But… what?" she asked.

"You're my grandmother," Ted said with a release of breath. "A grandson isn't supposed to eat his own grandmother's cunt."

Grace quickly reproved him. "Eating my cunt isn't any different than eating any other cunt," she contended. "Close your eyes if it's going to bother you!" She assured him. "Once you stick your tongue up the crack, or get a taste of my hot asshole, it won't make any difference what relation I am to you. The desire of your prick will take over. And you'll find it is more exciting to think of me as your grandmother. Just think," she gushed, excitedly, "not every young boy gets the opportunity to eat his own granny's pussy-box. You'll find it most exciting. And I'll let you lick my bum, too. You'll love it I assure you."

By now, Ted's cock was in such an agitated state, he could no longer argue with his grandmother. "All right," he replied. His voice sounded shaky. "I'll do it. But I still don't think it's right."

Grandmother Grace squeezed my boy's stiff prick. "Your cock must think it's right," she laughed. "Now, don't be silly and follow me into the bathroom."

Ted followed Grace into the can where they both disrobed. At sight of his granny's nude body, the boy's eyes bulged. She was better proportioned than he had expected. And the sight of her old pussy didn't turn him off at all. To the contrary, the gray hairs of cunt turned him on.

"You've got a lot of hairs," he whispered in an anguished voice.

Grace plopped her ample cheeky ass down on the toilet seat and spread her legs. Patting the fur piece, she laughed, "Come and get it, dear. It's all yours." Then, she braced herself on the wood board and raised her legs up a bit. "See," she explained, "when I raise up in this way, you can stick your tongue down under my cheeks and lick my asshole. You'll love the odor when you're good and hot. Your daddy always went for the smell of a hot ass, too."

Ted dropped to his knees and positioned himself between the legs of his old grandmother. Then, to make certain he didn't get afterthoughts and try to renege on his promise to eat her pussy, the woman clamped her thighs tight against the facial cheeks of my son. Now he was trapped, and she had no intention of freeing him until he did his tonguing duty.

As things developed, that worry should have been her last one. Once Ted caught a smell of the hot, sexy cunt, he let out a whimper of gratitude and stuck out his tongue. The tip of the tongue caught the tip of the clitoris, and Grace let out a yelp.

"That's right, Grandson," she shrieked. "That's the place to eat. Roll your tongue all over my prick. Bite it between your lips and pull back like it was an earthworm. Pull on it, Son. And while you're pulling, suck. Roll the tongue all over the clit shaft and wet it with your saliva. Don't stop, darling. Eat cunt! Eat your granny's cunt," she continued to exhort at the top of her lungs.

In a very short period of time, my son got onto the hang of eating pussy. It didn't make any difference now that the box belonged to his grandmother. It was a cunt and that was all that mattered. And although he as a virgin when it came to mouthing a woman's genital organs, he quickly became an expert and displayed a talent for cunt suckery that even surprised his grandmother. His timidity quickly evaporated, and his tongue took over the situation. At first, the tongue concentrated almost exclusively on the woman's stiffened clitoris. He clamped his thick lips around the head and bit down. Then, as urged, he yanked back on it. His tongue slid under the shaft and then around the sliver of cuntly flesh. Once moisture began to ooze through the pores of the clitoral skin, he dropped the tongue to suck on the soft, inner meat of pussy. Here the walls were already hot and moist and he sucked as though attempting to draw out every drop of that liquid. Then, he received another inspiration. Stiffening the muscles of the tongue, he drove it deep into the cuntal orifice as though the oral instrument was a solid prick. Indeed, he commenced to use his tongue like a fucking cock in and out of the twat it ran. Back and forth in a very definite copulatory movement.

His grandmother almost went out of her head. "Oh boy," she chortled. "What a wonderful cunt lapping tongue. That a boy son. Eat it up. Eat it all up. Your grandmother loves the feeling of that long, hungry tongue up her twat."

With each dart of his cunt-stabbing tongue, Ted grew in confidence and expertise. After a while, he grabbed hold of Granny's legs and threw both of them over his shoulders. Now, her body was tilted slightly back to reveal the under part of her buttocks. The cleavage was also exposed and this exposure enabled Ted to stick his tongue under both cheeks and stick it up her asshole. This he accomplished without a bit of hesitation or grumbling. He knew Granny wanted the feel of a hot, wet tongue up the bum, and he wanted it, too.

"Goddammit," Granny exclaimed with eyes almost popping out of her head. "That tongue feel good up my shit-hole. Lick it out eon. Lap and lick and suck my ass. That's a good boy. I'm so sensitive back there," she exclaimed. "So Goddamned, fuckingly sensitive back there."

All the time this was going on, Teddy was stroking his own tool. Yet, he was careful not to let it climax. Every time he felt that he was approaching an ejaculatory point, he'd stop the hand action, and let his tongue continue to lick and lap. Finally, Granny let out a whoop and holler and threw her cunt forward. The hot, wet, hairy organ caught Ted smack in the face. As the grandmotherly tricklings spattered through Grace's cunt, Ted opened his mouth as wide as possible to catch every possible drop of the stuff that came from his grandmother's inner being. From the way his red cock kept quivering, the chances of achieving a cockly orgasm were very great, too.

But the young boy was growing up almost instantly. Now, he had enough sense to abate the flow of his own juices. He fully realized that Grace had to be dicked. A tongue job was only a preliminary thing with her. Tongue was great but she had to have something long, and solid, to finish off the job.

Staggering to his feet, he pulled his grandmother off the john and took her place on the already warmed-up toilet seat. Looking down at her grandson's stiff prick, the woman straddled his lap and for a moment let her very wet pussy box hover tantalizingly over the slit. Then, she dropped the weight of her body.

"Oh grams," Teddy exclaimed. "My cock has disappeared up your cunt. All the way in. It's all the way up there."

"Yes, yes," Grace chortled. "Can almost taste the cockhead. It's deep. Very deep. Now, hang on for the ride," she yelled and proceeded to rise up and down by flexing her knees, and letting the back of her buttocks plop against Teddy's legs.

Teddy grasped both of her cheeks and kneaded them around as though they were made out of dough. His fingers jabbed into her asshole and every now and then, he'd pull out those very same stink fingers to sniff at them and then suck the shit off with his tongue.

At first, he tried to restrain a premature ejaculation but after about five minutes of such play, the movement of his grandmother's body, the smell of her ass and the feel of her moist, humid cunt, Ted's arm's flew backward and he cried out his warning.

"Gonna blast you, grams. Gonna blow out a loadful clear up your grandmotherly cunt."

"Let it go," Grace chortled. "I'm already letting loose. Go, Son, go. Don't hold back, now. Let it all go!"

Both Grandmother and Grandson climaxed in unison. The old woman, at completion, toppled backwards and rested against the wall. Rivulets of cunt-come trickled down her thighs and legs.

"We'll have to do it again," she breathed with difficulty. "You'll have to fuck your old grandma again. I love it. Loved every fucking inch of it darling. And I've never been eaten better. You've got what it takes to become a marvelous lover. Some woman will be proud of you. Wait and see."

Teddy began to have afterthoughts. "I don't want people knowing I'm a mother fucker. And please," he begged, "don't tell my mom. What will she think of me? Fucking my own grandmother." He shuddered. "She'll think I'm a pervert or something."

Grace replied, quickly, "Nonsense! She'll be glad to know you're normal and not a queer. I'll tell her everything, and she'll be proud of you. Wait and see."

After my mother-in-law did confess the whole sordid episode to me, I was shocked and hurt. And yet, because I was financially dependent on her, I couldn't protest.

"He's so young to eat cunt," I murmured, protestingly.

Grace brushed aside her objections. "Nonsense! He's young enough to learn all about a woman's pussy. I don't want him growing up frustrated or becoming a queer. You should be glad he had a clean, decent woman to break him in."

"Yes, I am," I was forced to reply. "Still…" I hesitated to complete my thoughts aloud. To tell the truth I felt jealous. I had always hoped I'd be the first woman my son became attracted to in a sexual way. Grace read my thoughts as though she was a mind reader.

"Of course, you're welcome to fuck him, too," she smiled with a sexy wink. "You're all alone now and need a man to take over. And I promise you, Teddy can take charge. He's his father's son and no doubt about it. He's all guts and cock. Trust him, and you won't suffer."

Inwardly, I breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes, I'd love to have my own son fuck me and take charge of my life. But… how shall I go about it? I'm his own mother. He'll be a bit more hesitant with me."

Grace nodded. "Yes, he has this incest hangup all right. It took a bit of persuasion on my part to get him to go down on me. That movie did the trick though. After he watched the scene of the kid getting a piss-on from his own mom, he got the idea that I was hot for cock, too."

I hesitated and then asked, "Would it help me? I mean if I showed him a film. Do you think he'd get the message, too?"

She shook her head. "No," she said. "To be quite frank with you, I don't think it would do at all. It worked once. But you've got to go about it with a bit more finesse."

"But how?" I wailed.

The old woman came up with the solution. Perhaps she had the idea all along. "Suppose you and Teddy catch me fucking a boy his age. The sight of me balling the kid will arouse him. Then, you'll be able to lay him without any trouble. Once he catches sight of my naked, bucking ass, he'll want to fuck in the worst way. And the fact you're his mother won't make any difference."

"Sounds all right," I had to confess. The sight of old Grace balling a kid would probably turn me on, too. "But who are you going to fuck?"

The old woman confessed. "I've had a hard on for quite some time for the young, black kid who delivers my daily newspaper. The next time he comes along to collect for the weekly delivery, I'll seduce him. You and Teddy can watch. And when you're hot enough you can join in the action. Matter of fact we can have a four-way swing if it works out. After you've balled Teddy, we can switch partners. You fuck the black kid and I'll let Ted eat my cunt again."

I grew excited. "I've read so much about swinging. Sounds exciting. Oh yes, I'm all for it. I just hope that Teddy will go along with our plans."

"He is on the conservative side for one so young," Grandma Grace complained. "But I think he'll come around when he sees me and the black kid having such a good time." She added. "Teddy is a natural fuckster. All he needs is a bit of encouragement and a chance to get over this incest hangup. I'm sure he realizes now that my cunt felt no different than the box of any other female."

"I can hardly wait." I said, truthfully.

The black kid collected for his papers every. Saturday afternoon, and so Teddy and I arrived at Grace's home. Ted didn't know, as yet, that we intended to have a four-way fuck. He merely thought we were going to have Saturday dinner at Grandma's place. Grace was wearing a tight-fitting bathrobe, and explained that she intended to take a bath later on, and so didn't dress up as yet. The robe was tightly belted around the waist which revealed her ample curves. And too, the fabric was a flimsy material, and it was possible to detect the ample, dark bush of cuntal hairs between the legs. Teddy looked at Grandma with surprise.

He whispered to me. "Is she expecting her boyfriend. She's all perfumed up, and it is possible to get a close look at her tits and twat."

I tried to reprove my son. "You mustn't talk like that about your own grandmother. She is going to take a bath and doesn't have to dress up for her own family."

Ted blushed. "Of course. I know Grandma would never do anything wrong."

We sat around and chatted. Grandma sipped on a Scotch and soda, and I could tell that she was quite nervous. She had been hot after that black kid for quite some time. Finally, the doorbell rang and Grandma leaped up as though galvanized by an electric shock. Pulling the belt even tighter around her waist, she went to the door and let in the black boy who couldn't have been more than twelve or thirteen years old. He was a good looking kid, built strong and was wearing tight-fitting denims. It was possible to make out the outline of his genitals. His cock appeared to be much longer than most boys of his age possessed.

Grandma was almost slobbering. "Come right in, dear," she told the boy. "I'll fetch your money right away."

When Grandma came back into the living room with her purse, the belt to her robe was untied, and when she opened the purse, the robe slipped open to reveal her naked body, the cunt with its hair, the tile with their red nipples and the shapely hips.

The black boy blinked at the sight of so much female nudity. And before he could check himself, his long cock slid upward to make a tentlike affair around the middle of his tight pants.

Grandma didn't appear to notice that she was exposing her box. She kept rummaging in the purse but pressed forward. The tip of the boy's cock pressed up against her box. His round, white eyes almost popped out of his black face. I watched with extreme interest in Grace's tactics. Perhaps, some day, I would have to employ the same ruse to seduce a boy. Ted's eyes were popping almost as large as the ones of the black kid. His own penis began to expand. We were seated on the couch, and I leaned over.

"Look at the black, boy," I whispered, and touched Ted's cockhead.

He didn't seem to realize that I was touching his cock.

"Yeah," he replied. "Is Grandma going to screw him?"

There wasn't any doubt about that fact. And the black boy began to realize that the old woman was purposely trying to seduce him. When this realization hit him, his cock grew even more stiffer. Apparently, old, white women turned him on. Probably, this kind of woman had seduced him in the past.

Grandma Grace still continued to look down into her purse. But all the while, her hands were busily engaged in the task of unzipping the boy's fly. He didn't protest or attempt to push her away. Instead, he stood very still as the long, white and shapely fingers of Grandma pulled the fly open and reached inside for the meat. Quickly, she grasped the black prize and yanked it out.

For the first time, she appeared to notice. "Why darling," she murmured, "I didn't know I had a hold of your prick. Do you mind, sweetheart?" she asked and let him smell her perfumed body.

Ted turned white. "She's going to fuck him," he whispered to me.

Now, I grew bolder. Taking his cock, I unzipped the fly and yanked it out, too. "Sorry, dear," I apologized. "But your mom is hot."

"That's okay, Mom," Ted whispered back. "I've always wanted to be a mother fucker."

"Oh darling," I crooned. "I'd love for you to fuck me, too." All the while I was speaking, I was busily engaged in the job of tugging down his pants and twisting down his shorts to expose the lower portion of his body.

Ted said, "Gee it's no fair, Mom. You're looking at my exposed prick but I've never seen your bare twat with all its hairs. And your cheeky ass. I'm just dying to goose it, and to lick it, too. Oh Mom, hurry and take off your clothes."

I didn't want to steal any of Grandma's thunder or to interfere in the least with the way she was seducing the black boy. But then, I thought that if I disrobed now I'd be helping her. The chance to look at two naked females instead of only one would heat up the kid and make him a better fuck. And so, I stood up and proceeded to disrobe.

By this time, Grandma Grace had dropped the bathrobe to stand naked in front of the black boy. "Do you know what I want?" she asked the kid.

The boy nodded. "You wants me to fucks you," he replied. "A lot of old, white ladies wants me to screw them."

"And do you?" Grace asked, sweetly. "Do you oblige the old, white ladies by treating their cunny boxes?"

"Yes ma'am," the boy replied, "I do. They give me money though," he added, quickly.

Grandma Grace took out a twenty dollar bill from her purse. "Will this be enough?" she asked. "And there's more where that came from if you do a really good job for me," she stated before he could reply to her question.

The boy took the bill and stuffed it in his pocket. "Yeah, that'll be enough. But if you like the way I handles my black meat, I'll expect more the next time."

"We'll talk about that the next time," Grace said, her voice hardening. She didn't like the commercial tone of the boy's voices I knew what was in her mind. She'd give him such a hot ride, he'd beg her for a fuck the next time and there would be no talk about money.

While this transaction was taking place, I was taking off my own clothes. They came off quickly enough. It excited me to think that I was going to expose myself in front of my own son. And the fact that the black kid was watching also increased the interest in this particular situation. Quickly, I threw off my clothes and stood stark naked in front of Teddy.

With arms akimbo, I modeled my own naked body. "What do you think, Son?" I asked. "What do you think of your mom's cunt, tits and ass. And don't forget to appraise my long, shapely legs. Everything I've got is yours son. Take a good look."

Teddy did take a good look. His eyes rolled over every inch of my nude body. He smacked his lips when he drank in the sight of my elongated tit-nipple. And he kept on licking his lips as he gazed down at my exposed box. Sniffing, he tried to inhale every scent that wafted through the humid box of cunt. My long, shapely, nutcracker legs appealed to him, too. And to make certain, be missed nothing at all, I turned around to let him get a good look at my back and buttocks. Bending over slightly, I reached back and took hold of one cheek. Pulling it aside, I let him look deep into the inner portion of my backside.

From a wall mirror, I saw his nostrils twitch as he tried to inhale the odor that came out of my asshole. It certainly did my ego a lot of good to realize that I was the object of a twelve-year-old boy's sexual attentions.

Finally, I asked, "Do you want to fuck mommy, dear? Do you want to make your mother happy by drilling out her cunt with that long hose of cock that is hung so beautifully between your legs?"

"Oh yes," Teddy replied, emphatically. "I've dreamt of becoming a mother fucker. I've jacked off thinking about pumping out your ass."

Across the room, the activities between Grandmother Grace and the black kid were beginning to heat up. After the boy agreed to do anything Grace wanted for twenty dollars, he removed his clothes under the admiring gaze of the old woman.

"Nice," she said with a deep sigh as her hot eyes took in every inch of the black, naked skin. The boy was on the athletic side, well developed, and firm and with a long, manly prick. Even the balls were black. Grace commented on this fact. Clearly, this was the first time she had ever sexed a black male.

"Everything is so black," she gurgled as her eyes rolled over the penis, the balls, and the smooth, rolling buttocks.

The black boy looked at Grace with equally interested eyes. Balling elderly, white women was his bag. He appreciated her white skin, the way her big titties sagged, the sag of her fleshy ass and the huge, hairy cunt.

"Cunt hairs," the black boy murmured. "They is even silver colored. And your…" He was referring to my mother-in-law's clitoris which was a big one.

Grace smiled, proudly. "My prick. Is that what you're looking at, darling? It's all yours to suck on in fact, I wouldn't think I got my twenty dollar's worth if you didn't eat Granny's cunt."

Placing an arm around my own son for the first time, I drew him close to my body. For the very first time in my life, our nude bodies met, the unadorned bodies of mother and son. Reaching down I took hold of my son's erected cock for the very first time, too. I squeezed the sonly cock of bone.

"Oh Mom," Teddy cried. "Your hand feels so great over my prick. Bet it would even feel good if you jacked me off."

"I'll jack you off any time you desire, Son," I told him. "But isn't that a waste. I'd love to feel my son's meat hammer inside my cunt whenever it gets so nice and stiff."

Teddy's knees began to sag. "Got to ball, Mom. Got to fuck you. I… I always wanted to become a mother fucker."

Pressing him tightly against my body, his head buried itself between my more than ample tits. "My little mother fucker," I replied. "Of course, you can ball your mother. From now on, I'm going to be the only cunt you do ball."

"Except Grandma," Teddy reminded me. "She said she wants me to service her, too."

At the moment however, Grandma Grace was getting serviced by a naked, black boy. While Teddy and I had been conversing, Grace and her paper boy had decided to waste no more time. The old woman had forced the boy on his back and she mounted him in the traditional woman-on-top position. After sinking the black cannon up her cunt, she had reached under, grasped the cheeks of his ass and was now busily engaged in the act of fornication.

But that position didn't suit me at all. I didn't want to become the dominant figure in our relationship. I needed a man in the house, a man to replace my husband. And now, I had found one in the person of my own son. From now on, he would take charge of the house and of my cunt.

"Fuck me, Son," I ordered but in a docile, pleading way. "Fuck your ever loving mommy."

Teddy took charge. He laid me on the floor. The boy mounted me in, the classic man-on-top position, slid both hands under the cheeks of my ass, yanked the lower portion of my abdoman up tight to his body, and commenced to pump out my motherly pussy.

"Take charge," I shrieked. "Take charge of my cunt, Son. Boss it. Boss my cunt. BOSS MOM'S CUNT."

And that's exactly what my precocious son did. He took charge. All of my previous fears about being alone evaporated. Realizing that I now had a man in charge of my life as well as cunt, I shrugged off my inhibitions. Throwing both legs around my son's ribcage, I locked his body to mine in a scissor hold. But the cheeks of my ass were still free to bob and joggle around. The boy's balls flattened against my cheeks every time he thrust downward.

In a very short period of time, Teddy gasped out in a strangled voice. "I'm gonna…"

"Me too," I replied with tears welling up in my eyes.

Ted's cock exploded in his mother's cunt!

My box caught fire and detonated, too.

Across the room, Grandmother Grace was hurling out the foulest obscenities as she, too, climaxed.

As Ted toppled off my body, he whispered to me. "Let's go home where we can ball in private. I don't think Grandma will want me to service her today."

Grandma Grace was still busily occupied with her black lover. "Yes, by all means," I agreed. "Let's go home. I'm in the mood for a juice suck of my cunt."

Ted licked his lips. "Me too," he confessed. "I've been wanting to suck your box for a while now," he admitted. "Every mother fucker wants to eat his mommy's twat."

We dressed and left for home. For the first time since I became a widow I didn't mind returning to an empty house. Now, I had found another man to take charge. The fact that Ted was my own son meant nothing. As far as his prick was concerned, he was a real man. At any rate, he was man enough for me… man enough to boss my cunt. And that's all I wanted…

SUMMARY OF CASE HISTORY TWO

Left a widow at the age of thirty-eight, Odelia R. suffered from strong anxiety feelings brought about by her acute loneliness and need for a man. She had always been a subservient type of woman who required the strong touch of a strong man. Without the presence of a strong man to guide her, Odelia R. began to suffer from a mild case anxiety hysteria. Freud characterized this disorder to a neurosis caused by anxiety and phobic reactions.

In the case of Odelia R. this disorder was caused by loneliness, the inability to function properly without a strong man's direction, and also from lack of sexual activity. Even in her sex life, the case subject required a strong man to take charge. Without the presence of this strong man she began to experience distressing feelings of apprehensiveness, the feeling that something terrible was going to happen. She actually suffered from physical distress. Occasionally, she described such symptoms as a pounding of the heart, difficulty in breathing, excessive perspiration, trembling and dizziness.

These anxiety reactions were responses to dangers she felt but did not recognize. However, Odelia R.'s mother-in-law did recognize the symptoms. She realized that her daughter-in-law required a strong man to replace the loss of her husband. And since the older woman was incest-oriented, she recommended without hesitation that Odelia R. commence a sexual relationship with her own son in Ted R., the older woman recognized a strong figure who not only resembled his father physically but manifested many of his characteristics.

In such an instance, the problem for the treating psychologist is to determine whether or not an incestuous relationship does more harm than good in the case of Odelia R., it was determined that she chose the only course of action possible under the circumstances. Her anxiety neurotics were very definitely affecting her happiness and effectiveness. She found herself unable to function, to get through the day. This is not at all uncommon in women who were totally dependent in a marriage. With the death of her husband, she could be described as a ship without a rudder. She required direction, and purpose. Without her husband to cling to, she became a totally hapless individual. When she took her son as her lover, she found purpose again, direction and a strong hand to guide her. She became an effective, functioning individual again.

Of course, this incestuous relationship was merely a temporary course of action. When she later met a man her own age who was strong enough to guide, she lost the need for her son, and he turned to girls his own age. But as a temporary solution, the incestuous relationship between Odelia R. and her son was helpful and effective.

CASE HISTORY THREE

Case Subject: Richard C. Age: 46

Sexual History: A business executive and divorced man, Richard C. had an active and varied sex life with many different women of varying ages and races. On his forty-sixth birthday, however, he became suddenly impotent. He attempted many remedies but all failed in desperation, he confided his problem to his teenage daughter. When she seduced him, he found that he was able, to perform sexually with her. After many sex acts with her and all successful, he decided to live with his own daughter as man and wife.

ANALYST: You are living with your daughter?

RICHARD: Yes.

A: As man and wife?

R: Yes.

A: You engage in sexual relations with her?

R: I fuck her about twice a day. She can handle it and so can I.

A: How old is your daughter?

R: Sixteen.

A: Does your former wife know what's going on?

R: She knows, and approves.

A: Why do you find it necessary to have sexual relations with your own daughter?

R: She's the only one who can get it up for me.

A: You became impotent?

R: Yes. And still am with other females. All except my own daughter. As I said, she's the only one who can bone me up.

A: You have trled to have sexual relations with other women?

R: Of course.

A: You remained Impotent?

R: Yes. They tried everything. Nothing worked. The only gal who can really get it up for me is Cecilia, or Cissy as I call her.

A: Have you any idea why you are this way?

R: It all started when I lost my job.

A: You were laid off.

R: No, I was fired.

A: After many years of service?

R: Yes. I was caught fucking the wife of my boss. He blackballed me. I found myself unemployable. Naturally, it began to affect me. Soon, I couldn't get a hard on anymore.

A: But you were vigorous until the time you had relations with the wife of your former employer?

R: Yes. Too much so. That's what got me into trouble.

A: Please explain.

RICHARD: After I got a divorce, I really went wild in the fucking department. My wife had always been a prude, inhibited and afraid to try out all the things I craved. I had always wanted a woman who could give me a good cock-suck, or eat my ass, or try out various positions. My wife would only permit the old fashioned man-on-top position, and I needed something more exciting. Also, I craved a woman who could give me verbals when I pumped out her cunt. You know what I mean? A woman who would wrap her legs around me and tell me to fuck her and stuff like that.

As I previously stated, after I got my divorce, I really went hog wild in the cunt department. I fucked them all. Old ones, young ones, blacks, orientals. I took them on a couple at a time, and so forth. Soon, I began to get a reputation as quite a swinger, a guy who would ball any cunt available. At an office party, the wife of the president, my immediate employer approached me and told me she had heard rumors about my fucking expertise. Then, she asked if I'd join her in a threeway swing. Her and another woman. They were bisexual and needed a swinging man to join them. Her husband was too old and too narrow and too jealous to give her the kind of fucks she needed.

The idea of a three-way fuck with my employer's wife and her girl friend appealed to me. She was good looking, a real sharp cookie. And her girl friend was also on the chic and groovy side. Matter of fact, the girl friend was the woman's personal maid, a young black girl who couldn't have been more than fifteen or sixteen years old.

The woman, her name was Lulu, decided the best place to have the three-way-swing was in her place. Her husband who was also my boss was going out of town for a week. That would give her the opportunity of doing her thing, sexually. This black girl who was her personal maid was very well stacked despite her young age. When I got a look at the maid, I agreed to go through with the ball. Naturally, I had a few reservations about fucking the wife of my boss. But I thought it would be safe enough with him out of town.

Lulu lived in a swell mansion of a home out hi the suburbs, and on the first Saturday night my boss was out of town, I went out to see Lulu and her black maid. There was plenty of liquor to get the party off to a good start, and then we all took off our clothes. I must admit that Lulu turned me on. She was in her early thirties and used to be a chorus girl. Her figure was still plenty stacked and she had dyed blonde hair. This hair contrasted erotically with the big patch of really black wool around her cunt. Lulu looked kind of hard and cheap but those qualities turned me on. I kind of felt like I was getting fucked by a whore, and prostitutes always excited me. Her legs were long and shapely like she had been dancing a long time. And the way her cheeky ass curved out I thought of a roller coaster. She even talked in a hard and brittle voice. And her language was filthy. Dirty talk in a woman turned me on, too.

In brief, she was everything my own wife wasn't. My wife had been puritanical, prim and proper and sexless. Naturally, I went for the complete opposite in a sex partner. Dyed hair, plenty of cosmetics, curves and dirty talk. The maid was a black, younger version of her mistress. Despite her age which couldn't have been more than sixteen, or so, she used filthy talk and liked to discuss some of her former white lovers. Both Lulu and the black girl were bisexual. They could work both sides of the street. They could either fuck a male or female. But they preferred to get it from both, and at the same time. That was the reason for my presence. They loved to get fucked by a female, and a male at the same time.

I was a newcomer to this kind of three-way swing. Of course, I had heard about women who fucked other women, and it never did appeal to me. Queer stuff didn't turn me on at all. But a situation where the female wanted it from both a man and a girl was something entirely different. The situation was so new to me, in fact, that I really didn't know what was expected of me.

"What do I do?" I asked Lulu. "I mean if you two girls ball each other, what am I going to do."

Lulu explained. "There's really nothing like the three-way fuck, between one man and two cunts. It's great. And you'll find plenty to do. This is a situation where we all love each other. Three bodies are really one, and everyone does their own particular thing. Whatever you want to do, you do. There are no inhibitions in the three-way swing."

"Sounds great," I replied. "Uninhibited sex is what I want." But then, I had my first thoughts about incest. The black girl was about the same age as my daughter.

The maid laughed. "So what, white man? When you ball me just close your eyes and pretend I am your daughter. That way you'll get an even bigger blow-off. Lots of men… especially white ones… wanna fuck their own daughters. In fact, I sucked off one guy who was eating his daughter."

Lulu nodded in agreement. "Yes, a lot of the men we ball love the incest scene. If it turns you on, just think you're fucking your daughter and sister."

I shook my head. "No thanks. Incest is not for me. But this three-way affair might be fun. What do I do? How do we get started?"

By now, the black girl had disrobed also and I had to admit the shining, black and very firm skin turned me on. Her boobies were round and the nipples a black-purplish color. The jet-black hairs that swarmed up around her cunt almost reached her navel. Her ass looked as though it was made out of black rubber. And despite her age, she had the biggest female cock I had ever seen on a female. Now, it was in an agitated state of erection. Lulu's cock was up at the angle of the fuck, too.

Lulu explained. "Me and my maid will ball. You watch and then do your thing. Maybe you'll want to fuck my ass, or eat black cunt. Whatever you want to do, you do. That's the object of the three-way ball. And that goes for us, too. Whatever the girls want to do, we do."

The black girl put in. "Our three bodies will become one."

For reasons I couldn't understand I was a bit apprehensive. "Okay," I said. "I'll try anything once. But don't think for a minute I'm going to think of Billy as my daughter." Billy was the name of the black girl. Then, I asked as an afterthought. "Who fucks who? I mean when two females are involved, who does the balling?"

Lulu smiled. "Since I'm the older, I take the dominant position most times. But right now," she decided, "I want some sixty-nine. Sixty-nining with another cunt is the greatest," she claimed.

"Okay," I nodded. "And I'm supposed to do whatever comes to mind. Is that right?"

"Right," the girls replied in unison.

"Whatever you want to do is right-on," Billy told me. "And I'm sure you'll want to think of me as your black daughter. Incest will make your prick really stand up."

I recoiled. "Let's forget about this incest thing. I have a daughter your age, and I would never think of screwing her. That would be terrible."

Lulu grew impatient to sixty-nine her female lover. "Let's ball," she told Billy. And to me, she said, "You join in when you get ready."

As though tantalizing me, Billy winked, "Before you get through you'll be thinking of me as your daughter. And I bet you go straight home and fuck your own daughter."

I didn't reply but watched as Lulu stretched out on the bed and let the younger girl straddle her with her face pointed towards Lulu's cunt. Then, she propped herself on her knees and elbows and shoved her curved, black ass in Lulu's face. They were in the sixty-nine position in precisely the same way a male and female assume the very same stance. Before my bulged eyes, the older, white woman pressed her lips into the black snatch and began to suck. At the other end, Billy began to lap at the hairy, white box. Both females were sucking each other off.

As I stood and watched the two girls eat each other, I began to experience strange thoughts. I really began to think of the black girl, Billy, as my daughter. They were both the same age and both had the same build and both had a big ass on them. At the moment, Billy's ass was free. Lulu was licking her cunt. But both cheeks of the black girl were hovering in the air and seemed to me begging for tongue. I couldn't hold back any longer.

"I'm coming daughter," I heard myself say and sat on the edge of the bed near Lulu's face. As the white woman continued to eat black cunt, I slipped both of my hands over the girl's big, black ass and leaned forward. Puckering my lips, I pressed them hard against the smooth curve of the black girl's rear end. And despite the blackness of the flesh, I kept thinking of my own daughter Cissy. How would it be like to kiss Cissy's ass? I kept asking myself as I slobbered wet kisses all over the buttocks of the sixty-nining girl.

The sight of my oral attentions to the black girl's ass really turned on Lulu who through a seemingly electrified tongue up the black cunt in turn, I grew more excited and began to jab my tongue clear up the black girl's asshole. My prick grew turgid and started to threaten a premature ejaculation. I had to stick it in something. But where? At the moment, both cunts were being used for oral purposes. There was only one alternative. I'd fuck the black asshole.

Kneeling behind Lulu, I leaned forward and directed the head of my cock towards the one vacant hole. The staff whistled through the black cheeks, and lank easily into her rectum. Apparently, the girl was used to getting fucked in the rear end. Then, I remembered that queer girls love to screw each other with a dildo, or artificial prick. Perhaps Lulu strapped on such an instrument and used Billy's bum as a cunt. At any rate, my cock sunk deep into the warm, soft and slightly smelly flesh of the black bum.

The sensation was so terrific, I squeezed my eyes tight to better appreciate the contact of long, white cock bone into deep, black asshole. But the instant I closed my eyes, I began to have visions of my own daughter, Cissy. What would it be like to spear her asshole with my cock? I found myself asking. For the first time in my life I began to entertain an incestuous thought, and with my own daughter. I tried to push the terrible scene of incest from my mind. But the vision persisted. It was too strong for me to throw out of the screen in my mind. I kept seeing, Cissy's sweet, young bum spread before my incestuous cock in my vision, Cissy kept looking around and exhorting me to fuck her in the behind hole.

"Screw me, father," she babbled. "Pump that fatherly prick deep into my smelly asshole. It's all yours daddy, dear. My bum hole belongs to you. Go, daddy, go," she kept on.

The moment I thought of Cissy my cock grew longer, thicker and harder. And even when I opened my eyes and could see that I was banging a black ass, my penis remained strong and robust.

Now, Billy took up the chant. It turned out that she, too, had an incest hangup. Delirious with joy from both the tongue and my cock, she kept on screaming for me to "Fuck my asshole, father. Screw it like you used to when Mom was away. Come on daddy dear, ream out the shit hole like only you can."

All of this talk about incest turned on Lulu. Her tongue beat a frantic tattoo inside of Billy's hot and wet cunt. Of course, Billy kept on eating the white woman, too. I was almost set to have my climax when Billy pitched forward, and my cock lost all contact with the much desired black bum. Lulu's mouth lost contact with black cunt, too.

At first, the older woman was outraged. "Why did you spoil the three-way ball?" she demanded to know of Billy. "Your cunt has never tasted sweeter and juicier. Why pull it away at the crucial moment?"

Billy apologized. "Sorry," she said. "But… I just got to be balled in my cunt by daddy. I felt his prick up my ass, and all I could think of was my own father. It really got me hot… I just got to get fucked by my white daddy," she maintained.

Lulu understood. "Okay, but you finish the job of eating me."

Billy agreed. "I'll eat you while my white daddy screws my cunt."

I didn't quite understand. "How is that possible?" I asked and felt a bit foolish. I was still a sexual innocent after the many years of living with a puritanical wife.

Laughing, the black teenage girl explained. "You fucks me dog fashion. I eats cunt."

My cock was still very stiff and that was unusual. Normally, whenever it lost contact with female flesh, cunt or asshole, the penile shaft naturally softened. Now, it remained hard. Perhaps it was even harder than it was previously. Why? Was it because I kept thinking of the young black girl as my daughter? At the moment, there was no time to analyze my feelings on this particular subject.

As Billy described the act, she positioned herself on her knees and elbows. Lulu stretched out in front of her and spread her legs as far apart as possible. Then, she slowly lifted up her posterior and made contact between her cunt and Billy's mouth in my turn, I knelt behind the black ass, and stared down at her smoldering cunt. The sight of all the black, female flesh did excite me. But what really boiled my blood was the way Billy kept referring to me.

Looking over her shoulder, she called back. "Fuck me, father dear. Stick that big, white prick up your daughter's cunt."

Again, I received visions of Cissy's delightful rear end offering itself to my turgid tool. Blood rushed into the penile shaft and the skin of the bone quivered with anticipation. Grabbing hold of both of the black cheeks of ass, I pried them apart. As I pulled the buttocks, the lips of the cunt also became distended. The cuntal hairs bristled up towards me, and wet condition of the hole enabled me to slide my penis into the tunnel with considerable ease.

As my tool made contact with Billy's cuntal trench, she yanked her head back and babbled out the most obscene but incestuous type of remarks. Then, she turned her face towards Lulu's yearning pussy and began to eat. The sight of the girl sucking cunt and the feel of her own box made me hotter than a forest fire. I lost control of my senses, and the words that came streaming out of my mouth even surprised myself.

"Okay daughter, feel my prick. Do you love the feel of my fatherly cock, daughter, darling?"

For reasons I couldn't explain, or understand, I kept referring to the black girl as my daughter. And every time I balled her daughter, my penis became more agitated. I felt more vigorous, and hot to ball. Pumping back and forth under such conditions quickly brought me to the point of no return.

"Daughter, I'm going to come," I shouted. "Go right ahead and break your nuts, daddy," the black girl replied after she took her mouth off Lulu's box. The older woman kept gyrating her hips around in the most lascivious way, imaginable. But I realized that she, too was fast approaching an orgasm under the flailing tongue of the black girl.

Under the conditions, we all orgasmed within a few seconds of each other. Staggering backwards, my knees buckled and I fell off the bed. My cock continued to discharge even after it lost contact with the black hole.

"Best piece of ass I ever had," I confessed after I regained my breath.

"Me too," the black girl admitted. "My own father fucks good. But you do even better. The moment I started to call you daddy, I felt your peter grow so stiff. Ohhhh, it felt good when it got stiff and hard."

Wiping off her own box, Lulu laughed. "Let's face it," she told me. "You've really got a hard on for your own daughter. Why fight it? Why don't you fuck her?"

I shivered. "Forget it. I haven't got any incest hangup. It was just a coincidence."

Billy disagreed. "I can tell when a man wants to fuck his own daughter. Tell you what," she said to me. "I'll start sucking you and call you daddy again. Bet you'll bone up in a few minutes."

"Never," I retorted. "After a good blow-off, I won't be ready for a stiffer until tomorrow. I'm not built that way."

"What have you got to lose?" Lulu asked. "Let the girl have her way. If you don't bone up, you haven't lost anything. If you do get a hard on, you'll get yourself another, fuck, and find out something about your inner, sexual self too."

"Okay," I agreed to the plan. "I'm game even though I fucking think it's a lost cause. I know my capacity. And," I added with emphasis, "I know myself, too. I know I don't have any incest hangup."

Billy took over. "You stand up and I'll kneel before you and suck you up. Every now and then, I'll pull my mouth off your cock and call you daddy."

Lulu wanted in the action. "And I'll suck your ass," she said, cheerily. "And every now and then, I'll pull my mouth out of the brown spot and call you, Son."

I hesitated. "But that is infamous. A man who has sexual relations with his daughter and mother ought to be shot."

"Bullshit," Lulu replied with scorn. "The incest scene turns you on and you're not honest enough to admit it."

That angered me. "Okay, have your way. But it won't work. I can assure you of that."

The two girls ignored that last remark. Instead of trying to argue further with me, each female positioned herself on either side of my body. Billy knelt down in front and positioned her face against my penis which was still soft Lulu knelt down behind me and I could feel her hot breath up my ass in the wall mirror, I could see both girls, one at my cock, the other at my ass.

"Won't work," I told them. My penis remained shrivelled, and very soft.

Billy picked up my limp dick and popped it between her lips. At the same time, Lulu pried apart my buttocks and inserted her tongue into the hole. Soon, I felt a warm, moist and beautiful feeling surge through my body. I closed my eyes and in my mind I could see this same act of the double suck occurring. But the faces of the females working on my penis and bum were different. The girl whose mouth engulfed my cock was my own daughter, Cissy. And in back, the face of the kneeling woman performing oral-analism inside my asshole happened to be my mother. With these two face affixed in my mind, I felt something else happen to me. My cock began to harden. Despite the copious blow-off of only a few minutes previous, my dick started its upward thrust towards the angle of cuntal penetration. This had never happened to me before in my entire life. Was I dreaming?

My eyes flew open to reveal, that I was not dreaming. My prick had already achieved a state of rigid consistency that would permit pussy penetration. On her knees in front of me, a look of triumph spread over the black face of the cocksucking girl. Our eyes met, and locked. Although she couldn't speak because she was so busily engaged with my cock, she seemed to be saying, "I told you so." She knew I had visualized the image of my own daughter. She knew my mind had been filled with lustful and incestuous thoughts.

Casting a glance over my shoulder told me that my own mother was not sucking nay ass. Lulu, my employer's wife was doing this mouth job for me. But it had been the thought of my own mother that had enabled me to bone up again. Now, I had to confess the truth at least to myself. I did have an incest hangup. The black girl and Lulu didn't really make me potent again after a terrific discharge. It was the thought of my own daughter and mother having sexual relations with me that had enabled me to bone up.

Billy pulled her mouth off my cock for a moment. "Blow, white daddy," she urged. "Shoot it out, and straight into my mouth. I want to swallow the cream, want to taste that juicy goo. Come on, daddy, ball me a river!"

Not to be outdone, Lulu piped up from my rear end. "Shoot it out, Son. Blow your nuts into that hot mouth of your daughter."

Clearly, it turned on both girls to think of me in an incestuous relationship. After making me come, they'd doubtless fuck each other again. With a mouthful of my cock effluent, the black girl would kiss Lulu as they rubbed their female pricks up against each other. Playing the incest role was strictly selfish on their parts. However, it did turn me on, and after a little while of feeling that young, hot and educated tongue wriggle tantalizingly over my turgid tool, semen reached the temperature required for blowing out. My knees wobbled, tears welled up in my eyes, the room reeled before my eyes. The incest fantasy became almost real for me.

I heard myself babble, "That's right daughter, eat my prick, it's all yours. Your daddy wants you to suck him off. Go, daughter, go," and she did. The mouth became more demanding, more insistent in its efforts to make me ejaculate.

In back, Lulu increased her tonguing efforts, too. A river of burning lava seemed to flow heavily up from my asshole. And of course, this sensation heated my body up, too. The temperature of my flesh and blood shot past the degree necessary for a successful blow-out.

My legs rubbered. I tried to warn the cocksucking girl.

"It's coming," I moaned in a hoarse voice. "Can't stop it, now. Stuff is coming… coming…"

My prick exploded.

Shivering like a plucked bowstring, the penile shaft hummed back and forth as gobs of nooky splashed into the black girl's mouth in back of me, Lulu continued to suck and drive her tongue deep into the recesses of my asshole. She was determined to drive out every drop of semen in my body. Then, she planned to kiss Billy's mouth and in this manner swallow some of the cream for herself.

As the ejaculation spattered towards its conclusion, the door to the bedroom opened. From a mirror, I detected the visage of my employer who was also Lulu's husband. I tried to stop the act but couldn't. There was still more effluent to eject and the girls unmindful of the intruder continued their sucking efforts.

The boss simply stood trembling in the scene, watching his wife behind my ass, sucking in my asshole. I wanted to talk, to say something, to assure him that it wasn't my fault, that I had been seduced by his wife and her girl friend. But my voice couldn't raise itself above an unintelligible whisper.

For an eternity, it seemed to me, my boss stood very still and watched his wife suck my ass. Then, he turned, and walked out of the room, and out of the house. The shock of his discovery couldn't have had a more powerful effect on him than it did on me. I knew then that something terrible had happened inside of my body. And it did happen. I became impotent.

From that moment on, I couldn't raise a hard on. Every time I tried, the image of my boss, his face ashen, his accusing eyes boring into me, leaped into my mind. My penis simply refused to cooperate. My sexual life came to a complete end…

ANALYST: Did you consult a physician? Perhaps there was something physically wrong with you.

RICHARD: There was nothing wrong with me, physically.

A: You felt guilty about having sexual relations with your employer's wife?

R: Maybe. But that was only a part of it. He fired me. And he blackballed me with other companies. I became unemployable.

A: You felt worthless because of your lack of employment.

R: Yes, and also about my inability to do anything about the situation. I couldn't get a job, I couldn't get a hard on. At the age of forty-six, I was suddenly through, all washed up.

A: What did you try to do about your situation?

R: Every day, I would get up and make the rounds of employment agencies.

A: And what did you try to do about your sex life?

R: Everything. One by one, I dated all of my former girl friends.

A: Did they arouse you?

R: Not one. It was humiliating, and even made me feel worse. Every time, I tried to get a hard on and failed, I became more depressed. Then, I got an inspiration.

A: An inspiration?

R: Yes. I remembered the scene with Lulu and the black girl.

A: About your identifying them with your daughter and mother.

R: That's right.

A: Is that when you tried to have sexual relations with your daughter?

R: Oh no. I didn't have the nerve to fuck Cissy at that point. I had to… experiment.

A: In what way?

R: I… hired a whore to dress like Cissy and one to play the role of my mother. If that could get a rise out of me, I'd know I could screw my daughter.

A: What happened?

RICHARD: It failed, miserably. The whores were too hard, too unsympathetic. I simply couldn't identify them with my daughter and mother. I, paid them off, and got rid of them. They must have thought I was some kind of queer because I couldn't bone up. At that point I had even considered doing away with myself. And I was still brooding and half drunk when my mother came to visit me. She had just married again for the fifth time and was going to take a cruise. Although she was in her sixties, she had married a much younger man. She loved to fuck and have a good time. And when I told her that I had grown impotent, she merely laughed.

"Nonsense," she told me. "All you need is inspiration, the right partner. Stop fucking those cheap whores you run around with and find someone in your own class."

I reminded her that my previous wife had been in my own class but much too puritanical for me. Then, I told her what had happened between Lulu, the black girl and myself.

Mom looked serious. "I had always wondered what happened," she said in a thoughtful voice. "The old bastard caught you screwing his wife and fired you. I really don't blame him." Then, she laughed. "But why the gloom? There's plenty more jobs."

I shook my head. "He's blackballed me. I can't find employment. And I can't get a hard on anymore. I'm through, Mom, through."

She shook her head. "It's all in your mind, Son. You're as good as ever. You managed to get a bone on for Lulu and the black girl."

"But even that bone on was perverse," I cried out. The thought of my incest hangup terrified me.

"In what way?" Mom wanted to know. "There's nothing wrong with a bit of perverseness," she added with a smile.

I avoided her eyes. "I kept thinking of… Cissy," I blurted out the terrible truth. "I kept thinking of my own daughter. I kept seeing her mouth over my cock, sucking, pulling it with her teeth, rolling her tongue over the shaft and along the balls."

A strange look came into Mom's eyes. She seemed intent in milking every detail out of me. "What else did you think of?" she demanded to know. "Did you…?"

"Think of you, too?" I asked with a sad smile. "Yes, I did."

Mom laughed, heartily. "Wonderful!" she exclaimed to my complete surprise. "You're normal, Son. You're a part of my family."

I looked puzzled.

My mother explained. "Incest has been a part of our family heritage for generations. My father fucked me on my twelfth birthday, and I've never forgotten it. He broke me in."

For some reason, this bit of news didn't really shock me. Mother had always been liberal in her thoughts and actions. Still, she had never tried to make me, and I was her son.

"You never ever fucked me," I said, simply as though I was accusing her of a terrible neglect.

"Never had the opportunity," she replied, sadly. "Your father who is fortunately no longer with us was jealous, and watched me like a hawk. But I must confess," she added with a wink, "I would have wanted to fuck you."

This candid admission from my own mother disturbed me. "I don't think it's right," I told her. "Thinking about it is one thing. But actually consummating an incestuous fuck is something else again."

"Oh bullshit," Mom spat but she was still smiling. "When you stick that prick of yours into a cunt, do you think it feels any different if that box belongs to a stranger or to a member of your own family? No," she quickly answered her own question. "Not at all. And," she gushed on, "before I go cruising with my pissy-assed husband of mine, I'm going to prove my point to you."

I looked horrified. "You don't mean…?"

She nodded. "I do mean. You're going to fuck me, Son. You're going to fuck your mother, and you're going to get cured. And you'll thank me for being good to you."

"Incest, is perverse," I reminded her.

"I'll prove it is not perverse," Mom stated, emphatically. "Take off your clothes," she ordered. "I'm going to fuck you."

I reminded her. "I'm impotent, Mom. Can't get a hard-on. It'll only embarrass me. And besides," I maintained, "the idea of having sexual relations with my own mother turns me off. I would be doubly impotent."

Mom no longer paid any attention to my feeble protests. I had never been able to argue with my own mother. "Take off your clothes," she ordered once again, and this time put authority in her voice.

I stood up. "Where," I asked, "where is this-this incest thing going to take place? Here, or in the bedroom?"

Mom was already undressing. "A fuck should be a spontaneous thing," Mom told me. "I've got the urge to do it now, right here, in the living room. And that's where we're going to carry out that urge."

I started to tumble with my clothes but stopped to ogle my mother's body. She had disrobed so quickly that before I could even un-zip, she stepped out of the last of her garments and revealed her naked body to me. Although my mother was in her middle sixties, she was still an attractive woman in her earlier days, she had been on the stage, and retained good looks, and a firm figure. Her hair had turned gray, of course, but that only made her look more matronly, more desirable in the eyes of younger men with a mother-hangup. I personally never did have such a hangup. The women I fucked, including my own wife, were all younger than myself. Still, I found myself staring at Mom's naked body as though she was a desirable girl friend. Never before had I realized a woman turned gray around her pussy when she reached an advanced age. Mom's hairs sprouted a long and silvery-gray around her cunt that she was now fondling in a lewd way. Her breasts were still quite large although they did sag a bit. To my surprise, the cheeks of her ass had remained firm, and edible looking despite her age.

Mom fastened her handsome face in my direction. "What about it, Son?" she asked. "Does the sight of my naked body do anything for your sick cock?"

"No," I replied, truthfully. "It… it's still limp."

"Take off your own clothes," she urged. "You need special treatment. And for crissakes, don't be shocked at anything I do. Don't be as puritanical as your wife used to be."

"But you're my mother," I tried to protest. But I did as requested. I started to take off my clothes but felt a bit foolish in exposing myself in front of my own mother.

Finally, I, too, stepped out of my clothes. "I feel a bit foolish," I said. My cock remained extremely soft. And I remained apprehensive about Mom's threat to give me something special.

"What do you intend to do?" I asked, and felt a bit dizzy. "How are you going to give it to me? How?" My voice rose, peevishly. I really didn't think this incest thing was actually going to work out for me in fact, I believed it would do me more harm than good. Perhaps it would leave me permanently impotent. All of these negative and fearful thoughts didn't do the state of my penis any good, either. I became more shriveled up mentally as well as physically.

"Don't be afraid," Mom told me. "Relax, and enjoy. Try to enter into the spirit of the thing."

"What are you going to do?" I asked again.

What Mom intended to do quickly became very clear. From a drawer, she took out a long dildo, an artificial cock. Strapping it around her waist, she said, "First of all, I'm going to fuck your asshole."

"But… why?" I asked, backing up. "I'm not queer."

She laughed, mirthlessly. "Of course not, darling. Don't be harnessed in by a lot of old-fashioned thinking. Just because I'm going to fuck your bum hole doesn't mean I think you're queer."

"What does it mean?" I shivered.

Mom explained. "A lot of people ignore the rectum because they associate it with shit. They're wrong," she spat, contemptuously. "The bum hole contains many sensitive nerve endings that can trigger off a bone-up."

I hesitated. "You mean I could be encouraged to get a hard-on by having those nerve endings played with?"

"Exactly," Mom replied.

I nodded. "I've tried everything but that," I admitted. Suddenly I remembered Lulu's tongue up my asshole, and shivered, a bit with excitement. "Maybe," I said, "maybe it will work."

"Keep a positive thought, Son," Mom replied, and indicated that she was prepared to commence.

"I still feel a bit queer," I told her.

She laughed. "You won't when you find out what you're going to do."

I had believed she was going to fuck my asshole and nothing more in my mind, I could see myself bending over in the dog-style position while Mom reamed me out with her artificial prick. Apparently, she had something entirely different to do.

Stretching out on the living room floor, she spread her legs in her hand, she still clutched her dildo. I looked down at her, aghast.

"How on earth are you going to…?" I couldn't complete the sentence.

"Fuck your asshole," Mom said, firmly. "That's what I intend to do. But you're going to do something, too. The cunt wants sucking. You go down on me, darling. You go down, and eat your mother while I…"

"Fuck my asshole with your diido!" I gasped, incredulously.

"Exactly," Mom breathed, ecstatically. "A tongue is something I just have to have up my hairy hole. And to get my own son to go down on his own mother is icing on the cake."

I hesitated. "Aren't you being a bit selfish, mother? After all, you'll get your blowjob. But what about me?" I asked in a peevish whiny voice. "What about your impotent son? I want to ball, too."

"Of course you do, Sonny dear," mother replied. "And you will. But do as I tell you to do and don't ask stupid questions. You'll bone up soon enough."

I thought about the situation, and tried to visualize the scene in my mind. Actually, we'd be in the sixty-nine position. However, this time, the roles would be reversed. The woman, traditionally atop the male, would be under me. I'd straddle Mom's face with my ass, and face her cunt. Perhaps, it would work, I decided. The taste of my own mother's pussy would be exciting, I had to admit to myself. And the feel of her dildo up my ass might do the trick as far as getting a hard on was concerned.

I asked. "Suppose I do get a bone on? Then what?" I already guessed the answer.

Mom smiled. "Haven't you ever wanted to fuck your own mother?" She answered her own question. "Of course you have. You're a mother fucker if there was ever one. Once you bone up, you can fuck my mouth."

I stared back, incredulously. "You mean…?"

She nodded. "Exactly. Once you stiffen up, pull the bone of cock out of my juicy cunt. I'll sit up, immediately. Stick the whole bone, balls and all, into my mouth. Then, thrust the tool back and forth and use my mouth like a cunt," she explained. "I just love to swallow cock cream. Really, darling, hot, juicy male semen is what keeps me young. It's got so many natural vitamins and minerals."

I shivered. "What… what happens if I fail to bone up? What happens if I remain impotent?" I looked away.

Mom's voice rose, angrily. "You are going to get a hard on, Son! Be positive. Don't give me any of that negative shit. I won't hear of it. You just do as you're told, and everything will be all right."

Her anger only made me all the more fearful. "But I've tried everything else, and failed. Why should this sixty-nine kind of mouth job be any different?" My eyes grew moist.

Mom clenched her fist as though she was going to strike me. "Because you're going to eat and fuck your own mother. Incest can make every man's cock go hard. Now, can that defeatist shit, and perform for your Mom. If you don't deliver," she warned, "I'll sever all connections with you. Now, get in the sixty-nine position, and keep your Goddamn mouth shut!"

Mom didn't realize she was making me all the more nervous and fearful with her outburst and unreasonable tirade. It was impossible to order one to get over an impotency condition. And yet, I didn't want to disappoint my own mother. Deep down, I had always suspected she thought I was a bit on the queer side. I had never been interested in sports, or doing so-called, manly things with the boys. I had never been a mixer, or a hail-fellow-well-met type of loud-mouthed bullshiter. At least, this was an opportunity to prove to Mom that I wasn't really queer or harbor any homosexual tendencies. But I felt thoroughly incapable of erecting under these dismal circumstances. There was only one avenue open. I had to get into the sixty-nine position with my mother and prove myself one way or another.

Mom was already stretched out on her back with her long, shapely legs spread as far apart as possible. Her enormous mound of cuntal hair loomed up at me. Her boobies were already on the hard side and her nipples stuck straight up in the air as though they were actually male cocks. A strange light lit up Mom's eyes and face. Her lips were moistened by her tongue. All I could see was the very red lipstick over her shapely lips, and I kept thinking of those same lips engulfing my prick.

"Hurry boy!" she gasped as though her life depended on my satisfying her mouth with my bone of cock. "Hurry and eat my cunt."

There was no alternative but to comply with my mother's orders. Straddling her face, I knelt down and faced the direction of her V-shaped crotch. Hairs swam towards me as I leaned forward and assumed the proper position of sixty-nine. This was the very first time in my entire life that I had placed my mouth and tongue in such close proximity with my mom's pussy. This act was incest in the purest sense of the word. A son eating his own mother, I kept repeating the words to myself. Can I go through with it? I shivered and almost called over my shoulder that I was totally unable to consummate this horrible incestuous act. Frankly, I was about to do exactly that. I was about to renege, chicken out, or whatever you want to call it. I couldn't go through with it. This thing was too perverse, too unnatural. I had to back out. But before I could convey my intentions to Mom, she had seized both of my asscheeks with her hands and pried the flesh apart like so much rubber.

"You always did have a beautiful bum," Mom sighed as she sniffed and inhaled the aroma of fresh ass, and kissed the flesh of each buttock. She wantonly kissed my ass but did so as though that region of my anatomy was my face, and a beautiful one at that. I could hear Mom murmur.

"Beautiful darling. You look so precious, so… so lovely. Kiss me, sweetheart. Kiss your adoring mommy…"

At first I was mystified. How could I turn around and kiss my mother when I was facing her cunt. Then, it struck me! She was talking directly to my buttocks. Mom was making love directly to my ass in a wall mirror, I could see the look of adoration that gripped Mom's face as she addressed the twin cheeks. Her eyes were half-closed, and a slight smile creased her full, red lips. Mom was an asshole lover. But then, I realized what she meant by her expression of "kiss me", made to my ass. Flaring the cheeks as wide as possible, I closed them tight when she inserted her tongue into the hole in that way, I was kissing Mom with my bum. That was only the preliminary, however.

When Mom pulled her wet face out of my ass, she called out, "Hurry, darling. Eat mommy's cunt. What are you waiting for? Stick your tongue way inside the hole. I want to feel your face against all of those hairs."

This was the moment. Would I have the nerve to perform this incestuous of all acts with my own mother's cunt? I dropped my face even lower until the tips of the sharp, curling hairs tickled my chin and lips. The cuntal lips spread aside and inside I could see the soft, edible flesh of the pussy pocket. Her clitoris stretched out like an erected prick.

Mom became desperate for the feel of hot, liquid mouth over her love nest. "Hurry, Son. Goddammit, hurry and kiss my cunt!"

Slipping both hands under her hips, I raised up the lower portion of her abdomen, and kept my face still. The cunt moved up and smacked hard against my face. I closed my eyes as the hot, muskier smelling box made contact with my face. Could I suck my own mother's cunt? The lips tantalized, me by closing and opening like the shell of a clam, and in my back, Mom was busily engaged in the act of tonguing my asshole. And yet, despite all of this erotic activity, my penis remained in a useless, supine state.

There was no point in further delay. I knew Mom wouldn't let loose of me until I gave her the mouth job her cunt craved. Taking a deep breath, I dipped down, stuck out my tongue and plunged it boldly into the cuntal crevice.

"Oh yeah," mother shrieked as she felt the bolt of lightning strike through her genitals. "That's the way I love it, darling. That's the way I have to have tongue. Suck me, suck my cunt, suck your mother. Don't stop, don't stop," she pleaded as her hips began to gyrate in the most lascivious way. Her grinding box mashed my face and drenched the tissues with her spurting effluent. The liquid tasted sweet, and I dived down even deeper. Although I wasn't getting a hard on, I was thoroughly enjoying the act of eating my own mom's box.

But Mom hadn't forgotten her original intentions. Grasping the dildo firmly in her right hand, she held it aloft. "Get ready, Son," she warned. "I'm going to fuck your asshole with my prick. Now, you should bone up for me. Get ready," she shrieked. "Get ready for the reaming of your life!"

For a moment, I pulled my tongue out of Mom's cunt, and braced myself. "Okay," I called back. "Give it to me. Give it to me up my ass." The nerve endings that lined the rectal walls began to tingle in anticipation. Mom gripped one cheek of my buttock, and pried it apart as far as possible. Then, taking careful aim, she hurtled the spear-shaped dildo forward. The cockhead whistled through the sloped, fleshy rear end and burned against the rectal opening. A portion of the head wedged itself inside the tight-fitting walls.

"Ohmygawdddd," I babbled, crazily. "Feels good Mom. Feels Goddam, fuckingly good. Stick it all the way up. All the way up my ass. Oh Mom, you're so good to me." I continued to cry and shout but the words became blurred, unintelligible as the pain of ecstasy became almost unbearable. The feel of that stiff prick all the way up my ass was the most exciting sensation I'd ever received in my entire life. Or did it merely feel that way because the prick in my ass was being administered by my own mother? And was all of this incestuous activity affecting the supine condition of my cock?

I did feel a stirring, a slight movement of skin as the asshole-loving prick pumped in and out of my asshole with a more frenzied speed. My balls flew around like the blades of a propeller. Something was happening! I wanted to yell back and ask. From my particular sixty-nine position, I couldn't tell for certain. It felt like the bone was telescoping through my penis. However, I couldn't be entirely certain. Then, I felt Mom's hot mouth engulf the timid tool. As she pumped the dildo in and out of my asshole, she kept on sucking my cock.

"Oh Mom," I managed to sigh. "Thank you. Thank you so much. You suck… Best Goddam cocksucker I've ever known." Mom was a good cocksucker, an oral operator with skill and expertise, and lust. How she sucked on that appendage! Her tongue curled over the shaft, and dropped between my nuts and even found its way around the outer rim of my rectum. But most of all, Mom simply sucked my prick. She was determined to pull it stiff with her oral apparatus. Then, it happened!

"Stiff," Mom breathed, ecstatically. "You're getting a stiffer on, Son. And it's a beaut. So red, so firm, so hot, so tasty," and she resumed her administration with her mouth, tongue and teeth. Yes, she managed to nibble the outer tissues of the shaft without causing any discomfort or harm. Indeed, the way, she bit softly into the flesh of my dick, she increased the rigidity of the meat.

Now, there wasn't any doubt about the fact. I was getting a bone on. I wasn't an over-the-hill, middle-aged man, after all. All I had needed was the proper technique manipulated by the proper woman. And in my case, that proper woman happened to be my own mother.

For the first time, the actual thought of incest turned me on. The fact was, that getting sucked off by my mother poured erotic fuel into my bloodstream. And the thought that I eating my own mother's cunt excited me even more.

The last mental block burned away as my prick slid out to a full-blown erection. Now I was in condition to fuck the tightest cunt in the world. And I wanted to ball, wanted to feel that stiff rod sink into the soft meat of a wet cunt. I didn't want to lose my load inside a mouth.

Calling back, I made my wants known. "Fuck," I cried. "Want to fuck you Mom. Want to diddle your dimple."

Mom was still poking her dildo inside of my ass but when she heard of my desire, she ceased all activity and nodded. "Yes, Son," she cried happily. "Of course, you can fuck your mother. I've always wanted to be pumped by a genuine mother fucker."

I don't know how we managed to disengage. But somehow, Mom and I disentangled our bodies, and to my greatest surprise, my prick remained stiff. Even before I had suffered from my attack of impotency, I could never sustain an erection for a very long period of time. But now, my cock refused to quit. In fact, after we broke up from the sixty-nine position, my dick had firmed harder than ever. And now, I took command of the situation.

"On top," Mom barked out another order. "Get on top of me."

I shook my head. Gleefully, I reminded her. "I'm in charge now, sweetheart. We fuck like I say we fuck. Now, get on your hands and knees."

A frown creased Mom's face. "On my hands and knees?" she echoed, puzzled. "The dog-style position. Oh no, Son. That wouldn't do with your own mother. It's really quite improper."

"Piss on what's proper or not proper," I hissed. "Get on your hands and knees. I know what I'm doing Goddammit," I cursed at the delay. I couldn't hold my stiff-on forever.

Mom hesitated but only for a moment. Then, a slight smile curved her lovely lips. I was acting like a man, and that pleased her… I was taking charge.

"Yes, dear," she murmured, meekly. "I'm sure you know what you're doing. It's vulgar for a son to fuck his mother in a dog-style position but… go ahead."

At the moment, I could care less about vulgarity… I knew what had to be done to sustain my erection. Mom, as promised, took up the classic stance of the female bitch in heat. Positioning herself on her hands and elbows, she stuck her ass up in the air and reached back to pat her cunt. "Right here," she called back. "Stick it in the right place." She was afraid I was going to fuck her ass. She was partially right.

The first time I had seen Mom's bared I fell in love with the way it was shaped. Despite her age, there was plenty of firm, shapely ass to her buttocks. I loved the way they flared out from her hips and the way they, broke apart at the middle to reveal the hairy, rectal area. At first, I wanted to kiss Mom's ass but then, I received another inspiration.

Kneeling behind Mom's curved backside, I picked up the artificial prick, the dildo that Mom had pumped into my own ass. Now, I was going to return the compliment. I was going to fill both of my mother's erotic holes at the same time.

"What are you going to do?" my mother asked as she looked around over her shoulder.

"Hold tight," I chuckled. "Hold good and tight. I'm going to fuck you from both ends, and at the same time."

But Mom didn't think the idea was such a good one. "No, Son," she shook her head. "If you stick both pricks into my body at the same time, I won't be able to properly appreciate what's going on inside of my cunt. That's where I really want to feel it," she told me. "I want to feel my sonly prick deep down in my pussy. Can't you wait until later with that dildo?" she asked.

But there was no longer time to debate the issue. I couldn't sustain the erection for much longer without letting the tool come into contact with some cuntly meat. "Relax and enjoy yourself," I told Mom. "Don't knock the double fuck until you've tried it."

And without further talk, I leaned forward and let the head of my tool surge through the wet cuntal lips. These lips puckered over the meat as it fell into the groove, and held it tight.

"Ahhhhhh," Mom cried, happily. "My own son's prick inside my cunt. How good it feels. Oh boy, but it feels Goddamned good. Now," she ordered. "Fuck me. Fuck me, darling. And forget about the dildo."

But I couldn't forget about the artificial prick. As my own cock whistled in and out of the incestuous groove, my eyes remained fixed on the adorable hole of the bum, an area that filled me with great passion and love. I could feel the warm flow of air flow through the fleshy cheeks. It felt good.

"Oh Mom," I cried. "Have to. Simply have to pump out your asshole, too," and before she could issue another protest, or forbid me to desist, I held up the dildo and aimed it at my mother's spread ass.

"Wider," I begged, "spread your asshole wider. You'll love it, Mom. Honest you will," and before she could move a muscle, I hurtled the cockly weapon forward. The head brushed through the cheeks and zoomed towards the tiny opening. Would I be able to make a penetration on the very first thrust? I quickly received the answer. The cockhead forced its way past the rim of the small hole and managed to burrow a bit inside the groove.

"Ohmygawd," Mom shrieked. "What are you doing?"

I didn't reply. Encouraged by my partial success, I proceeded to work the artificial cock down further. Finally, after twisting the shaft back and forth like a corkscrew, I had the entire instrument, buried down the bung hole. And Mom began to change her tune.

"Oh, Son," she cackled. "Is that your real prick or the dildo. Feels… feels kind of good," she had to admit.

I stopped fucking for just a moment, long enough to tell her the best was yet to come. "Just wait until you get the double fuck, Mom," I cried, happily. "Just wait until I start pumping the dildo up your ass, and my prick up your cunt. And at the same time," I yelled. I no longer sounded or felt like an impotent man who was over the hill. I suddenly felt young again, capable of taking on two women at the same time if necessary. I had, never felt stronger, and my own prick had never felt more rigid, more capable of sustaining the erection until the very last drop of screw serum had shot through the eye of my dick and up my mother's twat.

"Go, Son," Mom yelped. "Fuck me, lover. Show me what a beautiful mother fucker you really are. Hurry! Go! Fuck!"

Nodding silently, I started off in a determined effort to prove, my manhood once and for all. I knew that Mom had always been suspicious. She thought I was a little queer because I had never been interested in sports. Now, I'd show her how manly I really was.

With my left hand, I gripped the bare cheek of Mom's left buttock, and pried it as far apart as possible. With my right hand I threw the dildo clear up the asshole, and felt all resistance melt away. At the very same time, I thrust my hips forward, and let my sonly sex stick barge through the cuntal lips and bump against the bottom of the love pocket. At that precise moment, Mom had two pricks deeply imbedded in her body. The artificial peter was imbedded all the way inside of my mother's rear end. My own clink was similarly ensconced in motherly cunt. Then, as I slowly pulled back the dildo, I reared my hips backward, too. Dildo and cock moved, in unison, back and forth, in and out. And the object of their attentions happened to be my own mother's naked body, the two love holes that had been denied me up until now because of silly rules. Now, I was breaking every rule, and loving every moment.

I knew something was happening inside of Mom's mind and body when she reached wildly back and grabbed hold of my balls. Starting to squeeze and fondle them, she cackled in a broken voice.

"That's it, Son. Fuck me. Fuck your mother. Pump her cunt and asshole. Don't stop," she pleaded. "For crissakes, don't stop!"

I had no intention of stopping until I cracked my nuts. Aside from a few unpleasant jackoffs, I hadn't cracked my own nuts for months. Now, I felt the surge of joyous cream leap out of my testicles and caroom towards the exit like a runaway locomotive.

As the first drop of cream spurted through the eye of my dick, Mom let me know that she was exploding too. And to my delight, she didn't limit her effluent. Liquid streamed through the lips of her cunt but also from the rectal area. A thin, oily and slightly brownish fluid poured through her asshole. The stuff burned my bare skin as it hit my thighs.

Then the dam burst. My genitals vomited out gobs of cream while Mom shot so much fluid through her cunt thought she was taking a piss. The outpourings went on for a full five minutes. Then, I staggered backwards as my wet and limpid dick waggled out of Mom's cunt hole. Mother dropped onto her stomach and remained inert for the longest of times.

Despite my weakened state, I was delirious with joy. "I did it, Mom. I fucked you. I got a stiffer one and dropped it inside your cunt without any problem at all. I'm cured. Oh Mom, thanks to you, I'm cured."

Wiping off her box, my mother said, "I hope so, Son."

I grew worried again. "What do you mean?"

She shrugged. "Are you really cured? Or did this one situation of incest turn you on? Could you go out and have a fuck with someone not related to you?"

"Of course," came the immediate reply. "I'm cured. I never felt so potent in my entire life. I can fuck anyone, anytime, any place."

Mom started to dress. "I'm going away on my honeymoon," she told me. "My new husband is a mother fucker, too. He's about your age, or younger and he calls me his mommy. I encourage him. If thinking of me as his mother assures me a good fuck, I'm all for it."

"I'll be all right," I cried after her. But inside, I felt frightened again. Would I be able to perform without the help, of my mother? I had to find out.

ANALYST: Were you potent with other women?

RICHARD: No.

A: You tried out various women?

R: Of all ages, and races. I fucked a twelve year old girl, and a seventy-year-old woman. Also, a black woman and an oriental one, too.

A: Nothing happened?

R: I was inadequate with all of them. It was terrible.

A: Did you go back to your mother?

R: No. She had married again, and her husband was jealous. I didn't want to cause any trouble.

A: Is that when you turned to your own daughter, Cissy?

R: Yes. But I didn't turn to her. She turned to me.

A: She seduced you?

R: Yes, I think you can say that.

A: How old is your daughter?

R: Sixteen.

A: What were the circumstances under which she seduced you?

RICHARD: After Mom left on her honeymoon, I sought out other women. But I couldn't perform with any of them. I was totally inadequate. In desperation, I turned to a black woman. I thought perhaps the erotic appeal of the skin might help me bone up. And there was something about a naked, black woman that turned me on. At any rate, I advertised for a black maid to come in and do some housekeeping for me. Naturally, I selected the one who appealed to me, physically. The gal I picked was tall, stacked with big mammy-type boobies and a huge, cheeky black ass. In the past, I had fantasies about kissing a black woman's ass. Now I figured, it might help to carry out that particular fantasy.

The woman had no hesitation about balling me. "That beats keeping house," she laughed as she disrobed. "That no good black man of mine don't hardly fuck me anymore," she complained. "He's out looking for young stuff."

This woman was in her late forties, mature and although a bit on the fat side like many black women, she was nicely proportioned. First thing, I started to eat her, and kiss her ass. But nothing happened. She really got hot for the fuck and started to complain. "Come on white man, get it hard and fuck me. What's wrong?" she demanded to know. "What's wrong with your white cock? Why don't it get hard?"

The more she asked this question, the more desperate I grew. And the more desperate I became the softer my penis wilted. Finally, I had to give up.

"Can't get it up," I finally confessed. "I'm impotent. I had hoped a black woman would be able to…"

That's when Cissy walked into the room. It was Saturday afternoon, and she was supposed to be away all day.

"What's going on?" she asked, her eyes blazing. Clearly, she disapproved of what she saw, a naked black woman alone with her father. The fact that I was naked didn't bother her at all.

I was firm with her. "This nice, black lady was helping me," I told her and confessed my entire problem. After all, Cissy, at sixteen, was old enough to know the truth.

"Can't get a hard on?" Cissy asked, puzzled. "Then, why didn't you ask me for me help?"

I must have looked shocked. "You're my own daughter," I reminded her.

"So what?" she asked in an insolent way. "You fucked your own mother. Please don't deny it. Grandma told me everything."

"She had no right to tell you," I said, white-faced.

"She had every right," Cissy said, coolly. "Incest turns you on. A naked, black ass isn't the answer. Can't you understand? You have to have someone in the family fuck you. You've got the hots for your own mother, and…"

"Daughter," I said in a trembling voice. The moment I made this admission aloud, I felt the tissues of my penis begin to firm up.

The black woman looked down at my cock. "She's right white man. You got hot nuts for your own, daughter." And in the same breath. "Why don't you fuck her. Ain't nothing wrong with screwing your own flesh and blood. My little Robby who is only ten is the best mother fucker on the block. Ain't nothing wrong with it," she maintained.

As the black woman was speaking and as I looked at my daughter, my penis began to slowly erect. Whatever mental blocks bad prevented a firm bone from appearing had vanished. Incest was the answer. It seemed I could fuck my mother, and now I could do a good job for my daughter. I didn't understand but there was no point in trying to understand. All that mattered was getting the much desired bone on and driving it deep inside the pulsating pussy.

When Cissy saw my peter firm up, she laughed excitedly and began to disrobe.

"Wait a minute," I told her. "I haven't made up my mind yet. Fucking my mother was one thing. But you're only sixteen years old. It… it isn't right," I blurted out.

But Cissy paid no attention to my protests at all. Quickly, her mini dropped and off came her blouse. That was all she was wearing. Presently, she stood stark naked in front of her own father. This was the first time in many years I had seen her without clothes on. I was surprised at her maturity. A full bush of cuntal hair, swollen titties, curved buttocks, and an erected clitoris which testified to her womanhood and need for sexual activity.

The black woman recognized this need in my daughter. "Fuck her white man," she urged. "Fuck your daughter. She needs it. And she'll love every inch of your prick. I can tell by just looking at her. She's hot to fuck."

Holding out both arms, my blue-eyed, blonde and big pussied daughter pleaded in a husky voice, "Give it to me, father. Fuck me. I'll take every inch you've got and more. I'll suck you off and stick my cunt in your mouth. Anything… but please hurry… fuck me… fuse your fatherly body to mine. Give it to me, father. Fuck me. FUCK YOUR DAUGHTER."

The room began to reel around. My knees weakened but my cock remained firm and grew firmer by the moment. I wanted to sink the meat into cunt… my own daughter's cunt.

The next thing I knew, Cissy was on her back with her shapely legs wrapped around my ribcage. My hands were cupping both cheeks of her ass, and her fingernails were digging into the skin of my back. Foamy spittle bubbled through the corner of my daughter's lips as I sank my prick into her box for the first time.

"Ooooooooo," she breathed. "Deeper daddy. Harder and deeper. That's it," she told me. "That's it now keep up that speed. I want to feel you. Not too fast. Not too fast. That's it. Yes, yes. Now… fuck me, darling. Fuck your daughter's cunt with everything you've got."

The black woman grew so agitated at the sight of the incestuous coupling that she reached down and began to ply her clit with her long, black fingers. Her eyes grew round and glassy. Her hips sagged and her knees buckled a bit. Her round, fleshy hips gyrated around as her fingers flew back and forth inside her cunt in the most lascivious way imaginable.

All of which heated me up, drove me on to the hardest, stiffest fuck I had ever thrown in my entire life.

Cissy's head waggled back and forth as the foulest language issued through her ruby-red lips. She urged me to "pump her daughterly cunt and finger her daughterly asshole." She played up the incestuous angle as much as possible. And it helped. Every time, she reminded me that I was really having a sexual affair with my own daughter, my penis grew stiffer. And then came the climax! The force of the outburst threw me backwards, and it took every ounce of my strength to maintain my position atop her until I had depleted the contents of my genitals. Matter of fact, Cissy and the black woman climaxed at almost the same time.

But weakened as she must have been, Cissy still took command of the situation. "That settles it pop," she informed me. "From now on, you, sleep with me. I'll be your woman."

"Beautiful," the black woman sighed. "And lucky. You're both lucky to have each other to fuck."

For the first time, I had to agree. "Yes, I am lucky."

"We are lucky," my daughter corrected. "From now on, we just fuck each other."

SUMMARY OF CASE HISTORY THREE

The Encyclopedia of Human Behavior describes the emotion of fear as, "… a reaction to a recognized threat characterized by a feeling of disagreeable tension and an impulse to escape the danger." It goes on to say that, "… fear, then, can be either stimulating or paralyzing…"

In the case of Richard C., the tensions aroused by fear happened to be paralyzing. This paralysis caused his impotency. At middle-age, he lost his job, and because of a black list maintained by his former employer, Richard C. found himself unemployable. He turned inward for protection. This inward turning brought him into close physical contact with his own family. First, he had sexual relations with his own mother. This affair taught him that he wasn't impotent after all. And when his mother wasn't convenient, he accepted his sixteen-year-old daughter for a wife surrogate. He simply couldn't erect with a woman outside of his family because of his mental condition.

He associated all outsiders as enemies who were in league with his former employer. Richard C.'s fears originated from a traumatic experience which grew to threaten his self-esteem and moral worth. No one would employ him. He couldn't get a job. The world was against him, or so he felt. Only his family could adequately protect him. If he had sexual relations with a female outside the circle of his family, he would somehow jeopardize his safety. Or so he felt.

Once the analyst properly located and identified the root of his problem, he was able to affect a cure. Despite his age, Richard C. had other talents and other abilities. He still wasn't too old to train himself for other but lower paying positions. Once he began to support himself again, his self-esteem returned, and he felt worthy again worthy of courting and relating to a woman outside of his immediate family. Once this happened, the need for an incestuous relationship with his mother and daughter disappeared.

CASE HISTORY FOUR

Case Subject: Beatrice G. Age: 56

Sexual History: Married to a much older man, Beatrice G.'s sexual appetite increased as she grew older. Her husband was unable to satisfy her, completely, and yet he didn't want to divorce her. Instead, they planned for her to seduce younger relatives. With the help of her husband, Beatrice G. had sexual relations with her son, nephew, and grandson in many of the affairs, her husband watched and masturbated himself.

ANALYST: Do you have sexual relations with males other than your husband?

BEATRICE: Of course. Harry can't give me all I need and crave.

A: He helps you seduce your partners?

B: Yes. Harry has been real understanding. A real dear. And it helped him out, too. He's a voyeur.

A: He watches?

B: Yes. He loves to watch me fuck another man and jack off. Sometimes he joins in for a three-way swing.

A: But why incest? Why did you select members of your own family to seduce? Why not strangers?

B: We did think about fucking outsiders and then rejected the idea, entirely.

A: Why?

B: Blackmail. We're wealthy, and our entire family is influential. We simply couldn't take the chance.

A: Were there other reasons.

B: Yes… I think so.

A: Name them.

B: Well… the first kid in my family we seduced happened to be my grandson. And I've had a hard on for him for quite some time.

A: He excited you, sexually.

B.: Indeed yes! I've jacked off with him in mind many times.

A: How old is your grandson?

B: I think Jackie is twelve-years old. He's just beginning to get hairs around his cock.

A: And your husband approved of this plan?

B: To seduce Jackie? Oh yes, he was all for it.

A: Why?

B: Erotic scenes turn on Harry. He has trouble erecting without a strong visual scene. As he watches, he jacks off.

A: Did you have a difficult time seducing your grandson?

B: Oh no, not too difficult. He wasn't exactly innocent. But he was surprised that his grandmother wanted to fuck him. Once he got accustomed to the idea, he went all out for my cunt.

A: The fact that you're much older didn't bother him?

B: No. Matter of fact, the difference in our ages turned him on.

A: Please tell me about your first incestuous conquest.

BEATRICE: I started to need a lot of fucking and attention in bed. My husband Harry simply couldn't provide me with all the meat I needed. I wasn't sore at him. I realized I required more cock than the average guy could deliver. And I still loved Harry. I didn't want to leave him. We both sat down and tried to figure a way out of our problem. Finally, Harry said rather matter-of-factly, "Why don't you fuck Jackie?"

At first I didn't quite comprehend. "Jackie?" I echoed puzzled. "You mean… our Jackie?"

Harry beamed. "Precisely, our Jackie. I know you've had a hard on for him for quite some time. Once you were masturbating in your sleep, and you called out his name. Begged him to fuck you. Now," he asked, "wouldn't you love to get a taste of his real meat instead of just a dream fuck?"

"But he's our grandson," I reminded him although the idea did excite me. "And he's only twelve. Good heavens, I'm almost sixty years old. What would people say?"

"Piss on people," Harry said. "No one need know. You get Jackie up here for a week-end, and we'll both work on him. He'll get the idea that we want to fuck him. At least you'll do the screwing, and I'll enjoy a wonderful mastubatory session. A good jack off is what I really need."

"But how?" I asked growing excited at the thought of seducing the sweet, young and innocent looking piece of ass. "How shall we seduce our twelve-year-old grandson?"

"Leave that up to me," Harry smiled with a knowing wink. "You just leave everything up to me. You'll get your incest fucks once we get the kid here. You'll see."

"I'll write his parents right away," I said. "It's summer vacation time, and they'll want to get rid of him." I added. "My cunt is beginning to get wet at the thought of this kind of action."

"Then don't waste any more time," Harry advised.

And I didn't.

The very next week, Jackie arrived as a result of the letter I wrote his parents. They were glad to get him off their hands for the summer. I promised to take care of him all summer. An entire summer's worth of fucks would do me the world of good.

The moment he walked through the door, my cunt started to flutter. The kid looked so angelic with his black, curly hair, sky-blue eyes and pearly-white teeth. And despite his young age, he had a sturdy body. A quick examination of his tight-fitting denims told me he was very well hung for his age. Harry was hot to ball too. But we had to be discreet about the whole thing. We didn't want him to panic and run off on us. We had to handle the seduction scene with care and finesse.

"How?" I whined to my husband when we were alone. "How are we going to fuck him. He looks so innocent. I don't want him to get a bad idea about his aunt and uncle."

"Leave everything to me," Harry said. "I know what I'm doing."

The next day, on Sunday morning, we finished our breakfast, and Harry said rather nonchalantly. "Well, it's time for our Sunday morning dip in the pool."

"Oh wow," Jackie cried enthusiastically. "I love to swim, too." He turned. "And I brought my trunks. I'll slip them on in a jiffy."

But Harry shook his head. "No you don't. On Sunday, we're all very relaxed around here. We all swim in the nude in short, we skinny dip. There are no shameful people in this house."

Jackie blushed. "You mean you all swim in the…"

"Nude," I gushed taking, up the idea with haste. "No need to be embarrassed around us, dear. We're all in the family, you know."

The boy hesitated. "I… I've never let an adult see me in the nude. I don't even let Mom in the bathroom when I take a bath."

"This is different," I said. "I'm your grandmother, and have every right to see you naked. And you have every right to see me naked. Your Uncle Harry will be here, too. Now, you go to your room and slip off your clothes. You'll have a lot of fun, you'll see."

He finally overcame his reluctance. "I guess it will be okay. Uncle Harry is here too."

"And I'm taking off my clothes, too," Harry told the boy. "I won't be ashamed if you won't be ashamed. Is it a deal?" he asked with a broad grin.

"Yeses," he said but still sounded reluctant. "I guess a quick dip in the raw won't do any harm." And to me, he said, "I promise not to look Granny Beatrice."

I smiled. "You can look at my cunt if you care to."

The boy's eyes popped open. This was the first time he had ever heard me refer to the female genitals in the vernacular.

Jackie's cock boned.

My own smile widened. The boy did respond to sexual sounds. If he could get a good-sized bone on from merely hearing me utter the word cunt, how would he act when he saw the genuine article?

I grew more bolder. "Have you ever seen a girl's pussy?" I asked.

He blushed crimson. And I knew from his reaction that he had indeed seen a female cunt before. But under what circumstances? I was curious. I had to know.

"Come on," I urged. "Confess. Tell the truth. When did you see a female cunt before. The truth dammit. The truth!"

Harry chimed in. "Come on, Son. We're all friends around here. Tell us the truth."

Jackie began to smile. He could see that we were encouraging him and were not going to reprimand him at all. To the contrary, we sounded as though we would applaud his attempts to look at a cunt.

He snickered. "Once… I followed my mom into the bathroom. She thought she had locked the door. I managed to slip it open a crack and look inside. Mom was undressing. When she got all her clothes off, she stood stark naked in front of the mirror and seemed to be intoxicated by the sight of her nude body. She fondled her big boobies and ran her shapely fingers over her body, over her slightly rolling lower belly and over the cunty hairs and even dipped a fingertip inside the crack. That turned her on. She sighed and even whimpered. Then, standing before the mirror, she began to finger herself real hard. You know what I mean. She stuck her finger in and out of the cunny hole. Then, she reached around in back of her and began to do the same thing with her asshole. While she finger-fucked herself in front, she goosed herself in back. And she did all this in a semi-crouch and rotated her hips. I never saw anything like it in my entire life. I almost shot my wad in my pants in fact, I did ejaculate all over my underwear. But it was the best and hottest sight I had ever seen in my entire life."

Jackie's description of his mother's solitary self-play excited me. She was my daughter-in-law and I wondered why she found it necessary to jack off. But hearing the boy discuss such an erotic scene heated my own cunt up.

"Hurry," I urged. "Go into the bedroom and take off your clothes. We all want to enjoy the pool on this fine Sunday morning."

Harry and I retired to our own bedroom where we undressed as quickly as we could. I was full of questions. "How?" I kept asking my husband. "How should I go about it? I don't want to be too forward, and yet I can hardly wait for the darling to sample my cunt."

The situation was affecting my husband, too. His joint began to rise somewhat, and he stroked it lovingly as he gave my questions some thought. Finally he said, "Let nature take its own course. When the boy sees us in the nude, he'll either get the urge or he won't. If he's backward, don't press the issue but wait a while."

Finally, the last of my garments slipped to my feet and I stepped out in the nude. Surveying myself in the dresser mirror, I decided I didn't look too bad for a woman who would never see sixty again. My hair had turned silvery gray and also the hairs around my cunt. The pubic bush was thick and woolly and I'm sure it would feel good in a boy's face. My breasts were ample although not over-large. They did sag a bit but the nipples were perfect circles and porous. When we were first married, Harry used to suck on, them by the hour. My strongest point had always been the full and fleshy buttocks. Even at my age, I noticed that men usually gave my ass the once-over as I walked down the street. Harry used to eat my asshole by the hour when he was younger. Perhaps my grandson was an asshole lover, too. I hoped so. That particular region of my body was invested with many nerve endings which sent me into orbit whenever they were touched or licked with a tongue. The thick lips of my cunt were moving apart and my clitoris was in full extension. I really had a hard on for my grandson.

Harry looked down at my aroused cunt and nodded with approval. "Good," he told me.

"You're already hot to trot with the boy. I'm sure he'll get the message." Squeezing his eyes tight, an ecstatic smile curved his thick lips.

"Ahhh, I can hardly wait to watch. I've been hoping, I'd get a good jack off scene for quit some time."

"I'll do my best, darling," I promised. "I'll do my best to give you something tar watch and applaud, and hopefully fill your prick with stiff starch."

"Let's get out to the pool," he whispered in a strange voice. "Can hardly wait to watch you fuck your grandson."

Jackie had not as yet left his bedroom, and so we stood around the pool and waited. We didn't want to sit down, or he wouldn't be able to appreciate the nakedness of our bodies.

Harry started to fondle his tool. "Wish that kid would hurry up," he kept repeating aloud.

Finally, Jackie made his entrance in the nude.

"You look stunning, darling," I cooed like a school girl. "Your body is so firm, so strong, and so… fuckable," I burst out unable to restrain my inner longings for my grandson's body.

To our surprise, he seemed like a changed boy. He no longer voiced any doubts about the rightness or wrongness of appearing nude in front of his grandparents. To the contrary, he strutted around to show off his nakedness. He waved his arms about as though posing for a magazine shot. Then, he turned around and displayed his shapely back to us. Leaning over slightly, he reached back and grabbed hold of an asscheek. Pulling it apart, he let us get a good look inside the shit spot.

"Nice," I murmured. "Looks fuckable, too," I said to my husband.

Harry had already started to stroke his cock and the meat was stretching into a full-blown erection. His balls whirled around and he seemed to have trouble in catching his breath. "Yeah," he kept mumbling. "Looks fuckable. Can hardly wait to watch you in action. Can hardly wait…"

Jackie seemed to know what was going to take place. Standing directly in front of me with a wicked smile over his angelic face, he asked, "Are you going to fuck me, Grandma?" His impudence excited me.

"Yes," I nodded and returned his wide smile.

"Grandma wants to fuck you in the worst way. Have you any objections, sweetheart?"

He shook his head. "Naw, I have to get my balls off somehow. It may as yell be with use. A cunt is a cunt," he laughed. "What difference does it make if that cunt is attached to my grandma?"

"None whatever," I assured him, quickly. I was surprised though that he took to incest so naturally, and so swiftly. Was he fucking his own mother? I wondered. At the moment, I didn't want to press the point. All I wanted was a feel of his stiff prick up my grandmotherly cunt.

Jackie asked. "What is grandpa going to do while I'm pumping your cunt?"

"Don't worry about me, Son," the old man said. "I love to watch. When you pump Granny's pussy out, I'll stand here and jack off."

The boy shook his head. "That don't sound fair. I love to fuck a man's wife while he's watching." He admitted. "I swing with a couple in the neighborhood. But it turns me on when the husband joins in too. I'm used to fucking the three-way swing," he explained.

The thought excited me. "But how, darling?" I asked and sounded a bit foolish. Although I was many years older than my grandson, the little fellow was giving me instructions on a balling party. And yet, I had to find out what he knew about the three-way swing.

Harry suddenly stopped stroking his tool to listen. For the first time in a long while, his prick didn't wilt the instant he stopped masturbating. While he listened, the meat remained long, hard and red. He was sustaining an erection without manipulating the shaft.

Jackie kept on talking. "My neighbors broke me into the three-way swing and there's all sorts of positions we can experiment with. It all depends on the swingers and what turns them on."

"What turns you on the most about the three-way swing?" I asked.

Jackie thought a while. "Most any position turns me on. But there's one that gets to me more than others."

"What is it?" me and my husband chorused in unison.

Jackie said, "I lay on my side facing the wife. She throws her long leg around my waist. I stick my cock into her cunt and fuck. The husband is positioned in back of her, spoonstyle. He pulls apart her ass, and sticks his prick up her asshole. Then, we both start to pump in unison. While he thrusts forward, I do the same thing. And when I pull back, he does the same thing. We synchronize our movements. And while we're fucking her both holes, I'm sucking her tits. She usually reaches around and gooses my asshole as I pump in and out. And," he added taking a deep breath, "we all manage to come at the same time." He laughed, excitedly. "It really is the greatest."

I turned to my husband. "What do you think, darling?" I asked. "Do you think you can keep your stiff hard enough for the asshole pump?"

"Yeses," he said, slowly. "I think so. I think the situation is so erotic, I'll be turned on and won't soften up like I usually do."

As the boy described the three-way swing, his own darling penis swung stiffly up, and the cockhead assumed a bright, reddish color. The skin looked moist and a drop of premature semen squeezed through the eye of the head. I longed to drop to my knees and suck off the head. But I didn't want to appear too forward.

Jackie remained in charge. "First of all," he told us, "we suck. I love to suck and be sucked. That's what really gets me hot. And after a while of licking each other, we'll be ready to bang out the Goddamdest fuck we've ever had in our lives."

Again, I had to admit my inexperience to the little boy. "How?" I asked in an embarrassed voice. "How do we give ourselves the three-way suck?"

The boy looked, surprised. "Holy cow," he exploded. "Haven't you guys ever balled before in the three-way style?"

Both Harry and I had to confess that we had never participated in a three-way swing.

"Jeezis," Jackie murmured, "the older generation doesn't seem to have any fun at all. We kids do our own thing. Let it all hang out. It's the only way to fly Granny."

"I realize that, now," I replied. "But teach us, dear. We want to learn." It was ironic. But the boy was instructing his grandparents instead of the reverse. We listened with rapt attention.

Jackie sounded like a college professor. He seemed so versed in his knowledge of the three-way swing. "There are various ways to suck each other up," he started off. "Notice," he pointed out, "I said up and not off. That's the secret. To suck each other without making anyone have a premature blow off. That's where you have to be careful. But I'll give the signals."

"Right on," Harry nodded, and he really sounded much younger. The boy was making us all feel years younger.

"There's only one way to go in a situation like this," Jackie told us. And he painted the scene. He wanted me to stretch out on my back with my legs spread wide apart. Then, he told Harry to go down on me and eat cunt. While Harry was thus engaged, he'd straddle my upper body and stick his beautiful and firm bone of cock between my lips. I'd eat him while my husband ate my box in that way, we'd all get good and hot for the actual three-way ball.

The thought of this sort of three-way suck made the lips of my cunt tremble, excitedly. "Can hardly wait," I murmured. "Are we going to do it around the pool, or in my bedroom?"

"Bedroom," the precocious youngster told us. "It'll be more comfortable for all concerned. Don't forget," he told me, "you have to sit up, and your ass will feel more comfortable on a soft mattress."

"The kid's got a point," Harry said, "and I have to lay down to eat cunt. I have to be comfortable, too."

That point was settled. We retired to my sumptuous bedroom, and mounted the monstrous bed which was large enough for a dozen swingers. I climbed aboard, and sat up with my back against the head board. Stretching my legs as far apart as possible, I started to stroke my sizzling hot pussy.

Our little director then told Harry to position himself for the cunt-suck. "Get comfortable," he told my husband. "But not too comfortable. I don't want you to blow Grandma before she's ready. I want to fuck her. That's the object of this whole scene," he reminded us.

"Right on," Harry replied and crawled onto the bed at my feet. It had been a long time since he ate cunt. For some reason, we had gotten out of the habit although I always loved hot tongue when we were younger. Now, I felt young again.

Now that Harry was positioned with his mouth hovering over my hot box. Jackie climbed atop the bed and straddled my body. Facing me, he thrust forward until the tip of his cockhead brushed against my lips.

"Okay Grandma," he looked down as he spoke. "It's your job to start off this triple suck. Lick the head and let the tongue roll lazily down the shaft and you can even nibble on my soft balls. And don't neglect my asshole," he added in the same breath.

I kept looking at his prick as though I was hypnotized. I had never seen a piece of meat that looked any lovelier. The head glistened, and the shaft was just the right shade of pinkish red. The balls looked adorably soft, and of course, his extreme youth appealed to me, too. Mw old woman who claims she doesn't like to suck and fuck a boy is telling a lie. His firm, smooth, fat-free body appealed to me enormous and in the most erotic way, imaginable. And his little bum looked edible. Slipping both hands around his buttocks, I pressed him closer to me. His oockhead leaned forward and disappeared through my wide-open mouth.

"Oh Grandma," Jackie cried. "your mouth feels so hot… so delicious… and your tongue. Oh boy, your tongue… what it feels like!" His head turned back and around as though his neck was broken.

Although I might have been inexpert when it came to the three-way swing, I did know how to suck a man or boy's cock whenever I got the opportunity. My tongue slid under the shaft in a wriggly way, and then wrapped itself entirely around the head. I could taste the salty drop of semen that had worked its way through the eye. After engulfing the cockhead with tongue, I lowered my jaws and began to nibble the skin along the undershaft. Every now and then, I'd let the tip of my tongue caress the cotton-soft nuts that adorned the apparatus of my grandson. And of course, while I ate the boy's cock, my long, shapely and somewhat bony fingers kept goosing his asshole. After a few thrusts in and out, the fingernail felt wet from the secretions of the rectum. The slight odor that began to waft up from between his ass-cheeks smelled as fragrant as French perfume. But all of my erotic senses weren't concentrated on my grandson's tasty prick.

With his head wedged between my legs, Harry began his job of pussy eating. As a young man, my husband had been the most sought after cunt lapper in the city. Girls of all ages, and many older women sought him out whenever they required an expert to eat cunt. But as he grew older, Harry stopped eating pussy. He became more self-centered and worried about his own problems of raising and sustaining an erection. But now, with his tongue pressed against the V of my crotch, his old expertise, his old know-how came flooding hack. His eyes grew dreamy and he started to make love directly to my cunt.

"Love you," he said to the box. "You look so beautiful, so hairy and so damned beautiful. Kiss me," he said directly to the fluttering cuntal lips. "Kiss me smack on my mouth."

My lips of cunt distended and when he inserted his tongue, I managed to contract the pussy muscles. They clamped tight around my husband's tongue. Trapped within the confines of cunt, the flesh wriggled and writhed and tantalized the walls of my vagina to such an extent I commenced to shoot out rivulets of cunny-kum. Harry's jaws and mouth worked back and forth. He was literally eating cunt.

Looking back over his shoulder at the delightful scene of husband-wife oralism, Jackie broke into a wide grin. "Nice," he commented. "Every husband should eat his wife's cunt." Then, he added. "And every wife should eat another guy's prick. Makes it more interesting."

I began to wonder how the young boy had become so expert. How did he become so knowledgeable about the female genitals? Where did he learn how to lap a cunt? Was he fucking his own mother or some older woman in the neighborhood? But this was no time to ruminate about my grandson's knowledge of sex. He wanted me to eat him, and I would have to quickly perform, or antagonize him. Indeed, he began to grow immediately restless.

"Come on, Grandma," he called out in a peevish, impatient voice. "How about wrapping those gorgeous, red lips of yours around my stiff peter." Then, he added an ominous note.

"And when I started to blow out cream, I want you to swallow every drop. Every fucking drop," he added for emphasis.

I recoiled. "But darling, that's not nice. I'll blow you all right. But when you start to leak milk, I'll turn my face aside and let the tricklings roll down my back."

The boy became irate. "No, Goddammit! I want you to swallow every drop. I have to feel accepted," he answered. "And if you turn your face aside when I start leaking, you'll give me the impression I'm doing something filthy."

I groped for words. "But sweetheart," I replied as sweetly as possible. "Nice ladies don't swallow. Besides," I had to ask, "what difference does it make once the stuff is shooting through the head?"

"A helluva lot of difference!" Jackie raged. "Acceptance. I've got to feel wanted and needed around here. And that's one way of proving it. I'm not interested in words. I'm interested in action. Besides," he added, "my cream is coming out of a very young dick. The vitamins and minerals in the stuff will make you young. You couldn't buy cock-cream like mine for a million dollars."

The boy had raised a point. There had to be a veritable fountain of youth contained in the seminal vitamins. Perhaps, the vitamins taken in this manner would keep me young, even smooth out existing wrinkles. It was certainly worth the try.

Without making any promises, I nodded, "Suck cock. Got to eat peter. Stop talking and shove the meat in my mouth, Grandson."

The emphasis I placed on the word grandson, turned the boy on immediately. Clearly, the act of incest excited him as much as getting a female mouth wrapped around his cock. And then I knew the truth. The boy had been fucking a member of the family. I didn't know whether or not he was getting in his mother's pants but he could be screwing his aunt, or great-aunt. They were both hot cunt-types and would go down on the boy without a moment's hesitation. But this wasn't the time to dwell on such matters. This was the time to enjoy the situation. Eating a stiff male prick always made me hot. But the fact that I was sucking the cock that belonged to my own grandson sent me through the roof.

I was discovering something about my own sexuality. The act of incest turned me on, too.

Jackie handled himself like a veteran and this reinforced my notion that the boy had been actively engaged in having sexual relations with an immediate member of his own family. And that immediate member loved to suck his cock. He was literally using my mouth like a cunt. And I loved it! I loved strong, masterful men, and this boy was already exhibiting such qualities.

First, he reached down and grasped the cheeks of my face between both his hands. Holding my face firm, he guided his cockhead past the lips and over my tongue. His eyeballs rolled crazily around.

"Oh Grandma," he squealed, "your mouth feels hot and wet around my prick bone. Oh grams, suck me… suck me off. Take the load… every drop. Keep it up… Oh grameeee…" His voice rose in a high nasal whine. His hips began to thrust back and forth, his knees flexed to and fro, his long hair flew up and around him as though a gust of wind had entered the bedroom. And Jackie kept on raving about the terrific feel of my mouth on his cock.

Of course, I was, led by a feelings as well. Looking down at my husband Harry eating my pussy for the first time in many years gladdened my heart and quickened my pulse. Harry was thoroughly enjoying himself as his tongue darted in and out of my cunt and every now and then, he demonstrated his old expertise. He'd slip both hands under the cheeks of my ass, raise them up, and duck his head under the crease to spear my asshole with his tongue. But mostly, he concentrated on eating pussy. I started to get awfully wet down there. But that wetness was being created by a combination of factors. First, my oralling my own grandson's cock excited me to a fever pitch. Naturally, that excitement was reflected in a hot and wet cunt. Harry's tongue contributed a great deal to the state of my pussy, too. Between my husband and grandson, the temperature of my body rose to such a degree that I thought I'd burn up. I didn't. I merely blew my wad. And as I started to ejaculate, Jackie let lease, too.

"Take all of it, grams," he shouted at the top of his lungs. "Swallow every fucking drop of my cream. Don't spit out a single swallow."

At first, I fully intended to spit out every single drop of semen. I had never swallowed the stuff before although in my lifetime, I had eaten hundreds of different dicks before. But the swoosh of semen came so fast and so furious, I didn't have time to evade the flow. Inadvertently, I did swallow the first, gusher, and to my utter surprise, the thick, rich cream tasted sweeter than honey. I wanted more. Jackie gave me more. Smacking, my lips now, I looked up with adoring eyes and silently told him to keep up the flow. My lips, jaws, and facial muscles worked furiously to take in every drop that burst through the eye of my grandson's cockhead. A few driblets trickled down my chin but for the most part, the gobs of sweet-tasting dick dew were hungrily swallowed.

Between, my legs, Harry was emulating my example in the old days, he'd blow me with his tongue and then pull away as I started to stream. Now, he kept his face fastened to my cunt and when the lips opened to let the oily effluent through, he worked his throat and jaw muscles, too in an effort to drink every precious drop of cunt juice.

When finally, the last of the joy juice had been sucked out of our respective bodies, Jackie buckled backwards, and I had to push Harry away from my cunt since it was getting a bit numb.

Now, my darling and no longer impotent husband had the most wonderful looking bone on I'd ever seen. "Fuck," he gasped. "My turn to blow my load. Got to ball!"

Spreading my legs, I patted my already drenched box. "Of course, sweetheart. It's kind of wet down there but you'll be able to feel the meat of pussy. There's enough friction for your lovely cock."

Harry had an endowment of about eight inches of sheer cock-bone whenever he erected. And it wasn't a puny type of bone. The diameter was larger than a baseball bat. There certainly would be friction enough between his love-hunger and the walls of my vagina in spite of the wetness. At the moment, Harry didn't care at all about wetness or dryness. All he lusted for was the feel of hot pussy around his ever-so-lovely prick. Mounting me, he slipped both hands under the cheeks of my ass, and let his tool drop into the still smouldering furnace of fuck. His eyes looked queer, and there was a strange, demented look over his face. After all, this was the first time in many years he had erected with enough firmness to actually ball.

Alongside the bed, Jackie kept calling out encouragements to my husband. "At a boy, gramps," he laughed, excitedly. "Fuck Grandma. Give her every inch of your grandfatherly tool. Pump her cunt out until you drop your load, too."

With a natural talent as a voyeur, Jackie began to erect again. Watching an older couple fuck provided enough erotic, visual stimuli to make him firm up again. And it was much too lovely a bone to waste with a mere jackoff.

"Bum," I coughed out. "Fuck my bum hole. Bung my rear end. Shovel out my ahit spot," I kept crying in a hoarse and agitated voice.

It would be possible to consummate the double fuck if I reared over on my side and left enough room for Jackie to position himself in back and slide the young, juvenile tool between the cheeks of my ass. I loved an asshole fuck!

Harry understood what had to be done. Although he was astride my body and pumping furiously we would have to both roll over on our sides to permit Jackie to gain access to my bottom. My husband nodded.

"In unison," he breathed in a strange sounding voice. He meant that we would both have to roll over together or he'd lose his stroke and possibly jeopardize the rigidity of his erection.

This was going to take perfect timing on both our parts.

"Now," I cried out. "Roll over now!"

Still pumping but at a less furious rate, we grabbed each other in a tight bear hug and rolled slowly over on our sides. Harry didn't miss a stroke. And now, the cheeks of my ass were free and unencumbered. It was possible for my grandson to fasten himself to my back and slide that lovely new bone-on into my asshole. This he did with loving care.

Spoon-style, my grandson fastened himself against my back and grabbed hold of my buttocks. Pulling apart the fleshy cheeks he thrust himself forward. The cockhead banged past the globular mounds and bumped agitatedly against the rectal orifice. It was going to be a tight fit but not an impossible one. I had been fucked in the brown spot before on a few rare occasions. Of course, my rear-end lovers had been mature men with much expertise. Could a mere stripling accomplish what grown men had failed to do on many occasions?

Jackie kept thrusting his tool back and forth but the head bumped harmlessly against the microscopic-sized opening and didn't enter into the funnel where all my nerve endings were located. Fortunately, our ingenious and enterprising young grandson was equal to the task. Quickly realizing that he wasn't going to accomplish an entry through sheer force alone, he pulled out his tool and surveyed the situation. What to do? This problem had been encountered by many former lovers and proved insurmountable to them. The only men who had successfully reamed out my asshole with prick happened to be men with narrow endowments.

The diameter of their cocks was so small that they only experienced moderate trouble in forcing an entry. But a boy or man with a normal sized diameter of prick simply failed to gain entry. Jackie's diameter was more than normal. It was thicker than the diameter on a full grown man. But Jackie simply refused to accept failure. By nature he was a female asshole lover and now with the scent of my ass in his nostrils, he was determined to ball out a load in my skit funnel.

"Too narrow for you," I cried over my shoulder. I didn't want him to become frustrated. Harry had slowed his pumping down to a walk. He didn't want to discharge prematurely or before Jackie had a chance to explore every possibility. The boy refused to be deterred.

"I'm going to ball your asshole, Grandma," he cried out in a mixture of rage and frustration. "I can do it. Know I can do it."

Bring the cheeks apart as far as possible, he fingered the hole to try and determine the exact size. Then, he yapped. "I've got it. Goddammit, I've got it…"

What Jackie had was a new idea, and that idea consisted of oral manipulations. Without another word, he dived down and shoved his entire face between the cheeks of my ass. The next thing I felt was his tongue lapping away inside the cleavage of ass. He was attempting to soften the sphincter muscles with his wet tongue and lips. Whether or not he succeeded didn't matter as far as I was concerned. The feel of that lovely boy's tongue around the skit hole almost drove me out of my mind. And the thought that his grandson was licking my ass, turned on Harry, too. His cock grew thicker inside my pussy, his balls became heavier with cream, and he fought back a desperate urge to start a furious fucking pace again. But he restrained himself until Jackie either won success or admitted defeat.

Many years had past since a man had stretched the muscles of my brown to insert an agitated penis. The boy's task was not a small one. But he wouldn't give up. Finally he started to test the results of his efforts with a finger. Sticking a finger up my ass, he tried to measure any increase in the diameter of the anal orifice.

"Yes," he cried out with only a certain amount of uncertainty. "I think so… think it's big enough now… going to try… try and fuck your asshole Grandma…"

"All right, darling," I sang out. "Would love to feel your glorious young and stiff prick up my funnel of shit. Go to it, darling. Know you'll make out. Make out," I gasped as the rectal walls started to pucker up in anticipation of the long, and very thick bone of grandson cock.

Taking a deep breath, Jackie warned me. "Coming in Grandma. It might hurt at first but I've got to use force." He took a moment to explain the situation. "I've softened a lot of muscles with my tongue. They might stretch aside when I shove my prick inside. Are you ready?" he asked me.

"Yes, sweetheart," I sang out. "Ball away. Your grandma's asshole is primped for her grandson's heavenly prick. Hurry. Your grandpa can't fuck all night. He doesn't want to blow his nuts until you're ready." And that's the way I wanted it, too. There was no sensation for a woman equal to the one caused by the twin-hole fuck. The surge of hot cream way up my cunt at precisely the same moment a hot gusher was shooting up my asshole almost tore the flesh from my body. My blood pressure rocketed, the blood raced furiously through my vein, my heart almost tore loose and crashed through the ribcage, and all the while streams of cunt-cum dribbled through the crack and over my darling husband's softening peter. In back of me, I could feel the hardness of my grandson's prick diminish. The flow lessened, and the meat softened. At long last, the entire three-way fuck had been completed between my husband, my grandson and myself. Certainly it had to rank as one of the most exciting experiences of my entire life. And the fact that my little grandson had serviced one of my erogenous holes made it ten-times more exciting. Incest was a definite must for me from that moment on. All throughout the summer, the three of us balled at every opportunity possible. We fucked three-way in the morning, afternoon, early evening, and a night cap just before we went to sleep. We never could get enough. The incest fuck not only was more exciting in the execution but it also increased one's vigor. As soon as my formerly impotent husband shot his load he was ready for another ball. That included Grandson Jackie, too. As far as I was concerned, I could never get enough. My sexual appetite grew, and we tried out endless variations. The summer past all too quickly, and when it drew to a finale, we all wept to see my darling fucker grandson leave.

And with his departure, Harry's old impotency problem returned. There was no alternative as far as we were concerned. We had to find another member of our immediate family to fuck, the three-way style…

ANALYST: That's when you decided to increase the scope of your incestuous circle?

BEATRICE: Yes. We had a large family but choosing the right partner wasn't easy.

A: Did you have any preference?

B: Preference?

A: Yes. I mean specifications. Young, or old, tall or short, and so forth. Or was the only requirement that the swinger be a close family member? Was incest the only consideration?

B: No. Of course, our three-way partner had to be a family member. That was imperative. But we did have a few other specifications.

A: Such as?

B: Age. Both Harry and myself went for young stuff. We didn't want to ball with a middle-aged partner who probably had sex problems of his own.

A: How young?

B: As young as possible. The sight of a very young and naked body turned me on and Harry loved to watch one, too.

A: Did you have any problems selecting this partner?

B: Oh yes. Most of our immediate family consisted of middle-aged men. They wouldn't do at all.

A: They had to be around the age of puberty?

B: Or younger. Both Harry and I discussed the possibility of finding a boy around nine or ten and breaking him in our way. That way we'd have a steady source of boy-nooky for a long while.

A: You were really after a virgin.

B: Yes, or a youngster with experience.

A: You had a difficult time filling such specifications.

B: A very difficult time. And my husband was getting desperate. He became impotent again, and was a bundle of nerves because he couldn't get a blow out.

A: What did you do?

BEATRICE: We finally hit upon the idea of holding a family picnic. A sort of family reunion sort of thing, and that would give us an opportunity of looking-over all of the talent in our family. We extended the invitation to immediate family and also distant relatives.

Harry paid for all the expenses, and we decided to have the affair on the banks of a river.

We selected the most secluded spot we could find. One Sunday afternoon, our entire family gathered, and some even came from distant states. We saw relatives we'd lost track of for years. To our delight, there were a lot of preteen-age children, and a lot of the boys looked like likely material for our three-way affair.

Finally we selected a nine-year-old grandnephew, a sturdy looking chap, red-haired and in tight denims we could see the outline of his fuck works. Despite his very young age, he looked well hung, and we both got the impression he had experience. So much the better.

He'd be easier to seduce.

As events transpired, he actually seduced us. Older women had been playing with him for over a year. Red-headed Bobby followed me to a secluded area of the river bed, and when he thought we were alone, suddenly unzipped and showed me his pecker. I was delighted by his boldness, and knew what he had in mind. But I pretended ignorance about his true intentions. My husband Harry had followed at a discreet distance and was hiding in the shrubbery.

Looking down intently on the lad's fully erected prick, I murmured, "Why Bobby what are you showing me? Aren't you naughty?"

"Shit no!" he laughed with a wicked look in his bright, blue eyes. "I did this to the neighbor lady, and she took me into her bedroom and fucked me when her husband was away to work."

"You are naughty," I said but with a smile and a wink. Then, I asked, "And did you like getting fucked by the neighbor lady?"

He nodded. "Uh huh, I loved to look at her cunt and those big boobies and the smelly ass excited me, too." He confessed. "Sometimes when I'm alone, I think of those boobies and smelly ass, and jack off. I jack off real good."

At that, point after he realized he wasn't going to shock me further, he started to put his softening dick back into his trousers. But I caught hold of the meat and felt it starch up again in my hand.

"I took the bull by the horns. Would you like to see and smell my ass darling?" I asked.

"Of course, I'm probably a lot older than the neighbor lady. But, I've got a good one. And just maybe, you'd love to smell my cunt, too."

"Oh yes!" he piped out, agitatedly, and I felt the tremendous thrill of his prick growing rigid in my hand. "Yes, yes, yes, I'd love to stick my nose between your big cheekies. Oh that would be terrific. And don't worry about your age," he comforted me. "You've got a better shaped can on you than the neighbor lady."

My heart started to beat rapidly. Fortunately, we were in a section of the river bed where we were assured of complete privacy. I started to pull off all of my clothes. Let the little tyke get a good look at my naked body and let nature take its course, I decided. I knew Harry would approve of my decision to disrobe before the nine-year-old boy.

Bobby's eyes bulged as more and more of my body bared itself. First my enormous tits spilled out of their bras, and then the skirt dropped to the ground. Finally, I stepped out of my girdle which encased my buxom frame.

The flesh of my cheeky ass flowed out of the constraint. The buttocks spread apart, and finally, I stood completely nude before his silent and appraising face.

Finally, his lips moved and an almost inaudible whisper flowed out. "Never… never seen so much hair around a cunt. And those cunny lips… so thick… can see inside." Then, rolling upwards over my curving belly, past the cunt hairs, the round and erotically dimpled navel, his eyes fastened on the boobs. I felt my nipples stiffen.

"Could suck on those boobs," he murmured, "could eat 'em all day. Could even fuck 'em."

I smiled. "Fuck my boobs, darling? How?"

Of course, I knew but wanted to hear the erotic answer from the boy's own lips which were shaped perfectly for cunt-eating.

Bobby nodded. "Yeah. I'd lay you down, climb on your belly and stick my prick between the boobs. Then, I'd pump back and forth until I blew my nuts. I'd…" he hesitated.

"Yes, darling?" I asked, encouragingly. "What would you do with this poor, old lady?"

"Make you swallow every drop," he burst out. "I'd slide my tool back and forth between those mountain boobies, and when I felt myself ready to blow I'd lean forward and stick my whole prick between your lips and make you swallow every drop." He shuddered. "That would feel so neat."

"Sounds divine," I murmured back. "But before you decide to fuck my boobs, you'd better inspect my ass, and maybe you'll get an even better idea?"

Having made that statement, I turned slowly around and let him fasten his staring eyeballs over the slope and curve of my buttocks. I was careful however, to look over my shoulder in order to assess his every reaction to the sight of my fleshy ass. Each cheek was every bit as large as a booby. I asked, daringly, would you love to flack my ass, too?

"Oh yes," he sighed, and the sound came from the very depth of his being. "Yes, yes, yes. I'd love to fuck your ass. And I also want to…" and now he hesitated for the first time. I knew what he wanted to do, though. And bending over, I rested the palm of one hand on a knee. With my remaining free hand, I reached back, and pulled one of my buttocks aside.

"Look inside," I called out, encouragingly. "And if you are so inclined, stick your nose up my ass and sniff…"

The boy required no further encouragement. He had already formed a habit of smelling the female ass, and kissing the curved buttock slope, too. Immediately, he dropped to his knees, braced the palms of both bands against the underside of any ass, and pulled the flesh apart as though it was made out of taffy. Then, he gazed long and ecstatically in the center where the ringlet of hairs adorned the rectal orifice. Bobby had developed the same fascination for the sight, feel and smell of the female ass as my grandson had.

"Don't hesitate," I told him with a wicked wink. "Go ahead and kiss my ass, and smell it too. And," I added barely able to contain my own mounting excitement, "stick your tongue way up my asshole."

The boy's cock had stiffened to a consistency that was harder than tempered steel. With one hand, he grasped the shaft and started to jack himself off. His face disappeared between the cheeks and his tongue kept hungrily eating the moistening hole of the rear end. From the bushes nearby, I heard activity which told me that my husband was also jacking himself off at sight of the very special and very erotic scene. My own clitoris dropped out and up, and the contagion of the jack-off caught me, too. Reaching down, I caught hold of the shaft with my thumb and forefinger, and started to plunk it back and forth. With my remaining free hand, I used the long and shapely forefinger to finger-fuck the vagina. Thus, as the darling boy was so hungrily eating my ass, I was playing with my clit and masturbating the vagina.

This frenzy of masturbatory efforts reached the climax of activity when the boy suddenly spit out a stream of nine-year-old cock cream.

My cunt splashed out oily secretions too, and nearby I knew that Harry had reached a successful conclusion of his own hand efforts.

That's when he made his presence known. Despite the fact that he had ejaculated moments ago, his penis was thickening up, again.

"Three-way fuck," he called out throwing all caution to the wind. "Sizing up the situation in an instant," the boy nodded. "Okay with me. The more the merrier."

The three of us balled all afternoon in a variety of different ways. Later my husband and I arranged to adopt the boy and he came to live in our home. In that way, we were assured of a steady supply of young cock. Harry became more vigorous with each incestuous lay. The three of us were very happy together…

SUMMARY TO CASE HISTORY FOUR

The aging process is not always accompanied by a breakdown in physical activity, and capability. To the contrary, as some men and women age, their sexual appetites grow in proportion with their increasing chronological age. Feeling they only have a limited time to live, they are less inhibited and more willing to experiment sexually. When they were young, they were afraid to live out their sexual fantasies for fear of social censure, and even prosecution by the law. But in their sixties and seventies they are unafraid of social and moral edicts. They're going to do their own thing before it's too late.

Beatrice and Harry G. were such a couple. As she grew older, she became less inhibited and her sexual appetite seemed to grow. She wanted sex but with young boys, and her erotic fantasies dictated that these young boys should be selected from her own family. When the couple discovered that puberty-aged boys and even younger had no qualms about having sexual intercourse with an older couple, they acted out all of their previously repressed sexual fantasies. Beatrice G. felt young again, and her husband regained his lost potency. They were both pedophilic and incestuous, and because of their age and beliefs, there was little chance that analysis would convince them sexual activity with young boys was morally wrong. They felt they knew otherwise.

CONCLUSIONS

Bored by a conventional sex life, or frightened by the specter of impotence, people turn to incestuous conduct for an added excitement, and a hope that the forbidden fruits of such liasons will result in added sexual dimensions. Is there a justification for such conduct? Can the erotic spectacle of incest restore the impotent penis? First of all, authorities confirm one salient fact. Impotence is on the rise. From their late twenties to sixties and seventies, more American men are suffering from the inability to affect an erected penis. In desperation, they try many remedies, and when they fail, they resort to erotic visual stimuli, or different kind of sex acts. White men with impotency problems will seek out black women, an old man will seduce a young girl, and an old woman unable to find an exciting sexual partner in her own generation will turn to young boys who are not yet in their teens. Others turn to incest.

Many, of course, are disappointed. They expect too much from their genital organs. As the author of Everything You Wanted to Know About Sex and Were too Afraid to Ask put it, "… a lot of men expect more from their genitals than they were designed to deliver. These fragile structures are controlled by delicately tuned mechanisms oriented to quality, not quantity. Copulation is not a competitive sport. Yet men who compete intensely in every other area of their lives find it hard to take sex as it is…"

Nevertheless, the case subjects documented in this book have all affirmed their belief that the incestuous coupling has increased their sexual vigor. And from the women, incest has increased their excitement in sex, and their anticipation of the act. They are no longer bored or disinterested. To the contrary, they approach the incestuous bed with the same vigorous anticipation, they approached their marriage bed many years ago.

One conclusion then, is clear. The act of nicest to many couples is an excitement that increases passion and makes the coital act more pleasurable. But is incest an aberration, a perversion that will warp the mentality and twist the soul of a man or woman?

In the authoritative Sexual Aberrations by Dr. Wolhem Stekel, many bizarre sexual objects and practices are discussed. But no where does this medical authority list incest as an aberration or perversion. Many contemporary psychiatrists now believe that the incestuous act is a perversion and an abnormality only to those people who firmly believe these descriptions. To the actual practitioner of incest, the act becomes the norm, and intrafamilia sex, the desired sexual practice.

Can the act of incest cure impotence? In certain cases, it has affected cures but only from people who very definitely believed they were going to be cured by going to bed with a close family member. But incest can never be condoned by responsible medical authorities since they feel the act is an escape, a refuge for an individual who doesn't want to face up to the realities of his environment, or of himself.

BIBLIOGRAPHY

1. Stekel, Wilhem Dr., Sexual Aberrations, Liveright Publishing Corporation, New York, 1980.

2. Reuben, David Dr., Everything you always wanted to know about sex, David McKay Company, New York, 1969.

3. Freud, Sigmund, The Basic Writings of Sigmund Freud, The Modern Library Inc., 1935.

4. Relk, Theodor, The Need to be Loved, The Noonday Press, 1968.

5. Ellis, Havelock, Studies in the Psychology of Sex, Vol. 1, P. A. Davis Co., 1910.

6. Packard, Vance, The Sexual Wilderness, David McKay Co., New York, 1968.

7. Goldenson, Robert Dr., THE ENCYCLOPEDIA OF HUMAN BEHAVIOUR, Doubleday and Co., New York, 1970.

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Content

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INTRODUCTION

CASE HISTORY ONE

SUMMARY OF CASE HISTORY ONE

CASE HISTORY TWO

SUMMARY OF CASE HISTORY TWO

CASE HISTORY THREE

SUMMARY OF CASE HISTORY THREE

CASE HISTORY FOUR

SUMMARY TO CASE HISTORY FOUR

CONCLUSIONS

BIBLIOGRAPHY