Incest Today!
by Rod Martin
(CSP-153)


INTRODUCTION 

Millions of years ago when the species homo sapiens started living together 
as family units, it was commonly practiced to perpetuate human race. Life 
was short and uncertain. A small family couldn't cope with the many hostile 
forces that threatened daily existence. To provide more offspring to hunt, 
cook and fight for the family, the patriarch mated with his daughter as well 
as wife. Brothers were obliged to make their sisters pregnant and when the 
headman grew impotent, his mate had sexual relations with her more virile 
male children. 

When the social order grew more sophisticated, and communications between 
family units improved, the need for incest ended and the practice faded. But 
every now and then, certain societies revived the practice to meet 
specialized needs. Regarded as deities, the Egyptian pharaoh were forbidden 
by law from mating with commoners. Brother married sister, a widowed queen 
could only have sexual relations with her son, and the pharaoh accepted his 
daughter as a second wife. When the era of the dynasties crumbled, incest as 
a socially condoned practice fell into disrepute. Yet, the act of sex 
between close members of a family structure continued to be performed 
throughout the ages and for widely different reasons. 

Incest Today examines the social pressures within the family unit of the 
1970s which motivates incest. In one case, the female president of a small 
college, unable to cope with disruptive campus troubles and the many other 
demands of an educator turns inward to her own family for peace and 
tranquility. And she finds mental peace in the incestuous arms of first her 
son, and later her grandson. 

In another documented case, a black man finds success in a white business 
corporation. Cursed as an Uncle Tom by black militants and an upstart 
"nigger" by jealous white rivals at the office, the case subject suffers a 
mental breakdown and finds relief in the bed of his teen-age daughter. 

In the third case, a Woman's Lib member who describes all males as 
"chauvinistic pigs," sleeps with her own twelve-year-old son. 

The final case analyzes the motives of a housewife turned best-selling 
novelist who found it necessary to research the subject of incest by 
sleeping with her own sons with the approval of her husband. 

The motivations for incest change with each generation. The theme of Incest 
Today is to relate contemporary incestuous conduct with the fast moving 
social changes pressuring family life in the 1970s. 

 CASE HISTORY ONE 

Case Subject: Lyddia B. Sex: Female Age: 58 

Marital Status: Widowed 

Occupation: College Administrator 

Sexual History: Has sexual relations on a regular basis with both her son 
and grandson. Prefers oral attentions from her 35-year-old son but performs 
the act of fellatio on her 12-year-old grandson. 

INTERVIEW ONE 

The first interview was conducted with case subject Lyddia B. who, at first, 
refused to cooperate insisting she was perfectly normal. Under hypnosis, she 
relaxed and described her incestuous affairs in frank and uninhibited 
language. Widowed for over five years, Lyddia B. went without sexual 
relations until she seduced her own son, a college professor. The interview 
was transcribed on tape. 

ANALYST: Do you have regular sexual relations with your son? 

LYDDIA: Yes. Yes. Ted fucks me a couple times a week in my office. Whenever 
he can get away from his wife, he stays overnight with me in my apartment. 

A: Do you have a sexual relationship with your own grandson? 

L: Yes. My grandson Bobby stays with me every week-end. 

A: And you have direct sexual relations with the boy? 

L: I let him put it in my cunt. But mostly I go down on him. He's got a 
sweet tasting cock, and when he blows it in my mouth, I can climax without 
even playing with myself. 

A: Are these relationships satisfactory? 

L: Very. 

A: Can you explain why you prefer incest to a normal relationship with a man 
your own age? L: No, I can't. I've tried to analyze the situation but I 
didn't come up with any answers. A: How did it start? 

LYDDIA: "My late husband was president of the college and I assisted him in 
administrative affairs. After his death, the college board elected me to his 
position. I thought I could handle the job but the situation on campus 
started to deteriorate. Riots. Pressure from the community. Criticism from 
the board members. I wanted to succeed in my new position for the sake of my 
husband's name. But things went from bad to worse, and I thought I was going 
to have a nervous breakdown. Then, one day, I caught two students fucking in 
a lecture room after hours. My first impulse was to charge into the room, 
make a scene and expel both from the college. But something else inside of 
me calmed me down. Instead of going into a rage, I held my breath and 
watched. 

"One student was a black fellow with a big, Afro haircut, one of the 
loud-mouthed troublemakers on campus. And as I peered more closely into the 
room, myheart almost leaped through my mouth when I realized the woman with 
the black boy wasn't a student but the wife of a college board member. When 
she emerged from the shadows, I recognized her, immediately. This woman had 
to be about sixty years old, gray-haired but quite attractive, in a tall, 
willowy, aristocratic way. The light sparkled off her wedding ring which was 
big as an ostrich egg and her fingers were busy rolling up her dress and 
tugging down her under briefs. 

"Now, I knew I had to interfere. The Afro was about to rape the elderly but 
wealthy and beautiful woman. Luckily, I took a few more minutes to size up 
the situation. And I quickly established the fact that the boy was 
definitely not raping the woman. To the contrary, the woman was forcing the 
boy to fuck her. My eyes bulged at the sight of his big, black prick which 
was only half hard. 

" 'I'm afraid,' he whispered to the woman. 'Suppose someone catches us? 
They'll kick me out, and I want to finish college.' 

"The woman exposed her already swollen cunt. 'No one is going to catch us 
black boy,' she said in a hard and threatening way. 'If you don't fuck me, 
I'll say you tried to rape me and they really will throw the book at you.' 

"'Why me?' the athletic nigger whined. 

'Can't you find some white cock to take care of you?' 

"The woman's eyes grew hard as the diamond in her ring. 'Down deep, I've 
always had a yen to get stuffed with black cock. But out in the white 
suburbs, there's no chance for that kind of action.' She spread her legs. 
'Come on honey,' she coaxed. 'Show your old white momma how good your big, 
black bone is.' Her eyes rolled lewdly over his equipment. 'It's enough to 
make my mouth water. My husband can't fuck worth a damn. And he refuses to 
eat me, or let me go down on him. And I've been dying for mouth action for 
years.' 

"The Afro now let his eyes drop over the exposed genitals of the old woman. 
Much to my surprise, the coon cocksman was attracted to what he saw. The 
mass of silvery cunt hairs curled up towards him as though beckoning for a 
tongue. The cuntal gash was deep and wide with thick, reddish lips. The old 
gal's clitoris was already in a state of full erection. The old cunt had a 
hard on and no mistaking that fact! 

"The long, red tongue of the Afro flickered nervously over his thick, full 
lips. The black skin of his penis began to stretch, and harden. One large 
black hand with its strangely creamy-colored palms fondled his nuts. The 
meat grew blacker but the expanding, bloodgorged cockhead turned a strange 
purple-black color. 

" 'That's better,' the old woman breathed. 'That bone of yours wants my 
cunt.' 

"The black boy was breathing hard now. His eyes rolled back showing the 
whites. His resistance and fear melted quickly away in the consuming fires 
of lust. 

" 'All right, I'll fuck you,' he mumbled. 'But where? How?' 

"For answer, the old woman turned around, bent over a bit and spread the 
cheeks of her ass. Reaching back with one hand, she slid one finger into the 
brown. A faint smell of shit wafted upwards but under the circumstances, the 
odor was not at all disagreeable. To the contrary, it excited the black boy, 
and my own she-cock stiffened and pushed up against my silky underwear. 
Unable to stand the pressure, I yanked up my skirt and slid one hand under 
the rubber band of my shorts. Reaching down, my fingers burrowed through the 
tangle of cunt hair and grabbed hold of my own fuck stick. I almost cried 
out as I rolled the clitoral tip between my thumb and index finger. 

"The nigger kept staring in wide-eyed surprise at the white woman's back and 
finger which kept goosing her asshole. 

" 'You want me to bung your back hole?' he asked and his face wrinkled with 
distaste at such a perversion. 

'The gray-haired woman called over her shoulder. 'No, honey. I want you to 
kiss me there. A great, big, passionate, soul kiss. A kind of dreamy French 
kiss I've been dreaming about.' And pulling a face mirror out of her purse, 
she held it up. 'And I want to watch while you make big love to my asshole.' 

"The Afro looked as though he was going to panic. 'But why? Why do you want 
me to kiss your ass?' 

"The woman snapped. 'Don't ask questions. Just lay the tongue up my ass. Let 
me feel it hot and moist and put plenty of love into it, too. I don't want 
any timid caress. Drive that tongue up my asshole as far as possible.' By 
way of explanation, she added. 'That's where I live. I got more nerve 
endings in that tube than I do in my pussy. When I masturbate which is 
often, I pump my dildo into the rectum. Now, tongue me goddammit! On your 
knees and lay it up my asshole!' 

"The skin of the black boy exuded a rather sickly odor which both his fear 
and nausea released. If the woman hung a rape charge on him, he knew he 
couldn't effectively fight her. He'd have to do as she ordered. An oral-anal 
job was obviously completely alien to him. And the more he hesitated, the 
uglier and more threatening the woman grew. 

" 'On your knees burr head,' she rasped. 'Here. Stick your tongue here,' she 
ordered pointing to the brown hole that was also ringed with short, wiry, 
grayish hairs. 

"The Afro fell onto his knees, and stared up at the cheeks of white ass 
flesh that now hovered over his black face. Considering her age, the cheeks 
were in fairly good shape although they did sag a bit. The cleavage was 
quite wide and revealed clearly the brownish-stained floor of the rear-end 
valley. 

"For some reason, I kept visualizing a male face behind my own ass, and as I 
fantasized, I started to flick my clit back and forth. My knees almost 
buckled, and I leaned against one wall for support. Moisture oozed out of my 
box. It felt so good! 

"As I commenced to finger fuck myself, the action in the next room grew more 
heated, too. The Afro, on his knees, ran his black fingers over the flared 
ass cheeks of the elderly woman. The tissues of this flesh burned into his 
fingers and he began to lose his distaste for tonguing the exposed shit hole 
of an old woman. The broad nostrils of the boy fluttered and he inhaled the 
smell with increasing relish. Tension left his face which smoothed out 
again, and his round, black eyes grew ecstatic. 

" 'Smells good,' he told himself in a surprised whisper. 'This ass smells 
fuckingly good.' 

"Delighted, the woman overheard the boy whispering to himself. 'Of course my 
ass smells good, baby. Now, give me some black tongue. Drive it up my 
asshole so deep, I'll be able to taste it.' 

" 'Yeah mom,' the boy replied in a strangled voice. 'I'll do it. I'll suck 
your ass.' 

"Growing more heated, the old woman shouted over her shoulder. 'Suck my ass 
black baby. Eat it. EAT MY ASS.' 

"The Afro's fingers clawed into the ass flesh, pulled the cheeks as far 
apart as possible and the next thing I knew, his tongue was drilling into 
the sensitized asshole. The walls of the orifice gave way easily to the 
jabbing tongue which dropped down the rectal tube. The smell, feel and taste 
of the woman's asshole poured so much lust fuel into the nigger's dick that 
he grabbed hold of the meat and began to beat the bone. 

" 'Yeah, yeah, yeah,' the woman shrieked, encouragingly as she watched him 
masturbate through her hand mirror. 'Pump your prick,' she shouted. 'Your 
tongue feels so good up my asshole. Feels like velvet. Can even feel it up 
my twat.' And without another moment's hesitation, she pulled out her own 
she-cock and started jacking herself off at such a rapid rate, I was unable 
to follow the action of her hand. And while she took care of herself, she 
kept grinding and rolling her hips in the most wanton and lewd manner. Her 
tits flapped back and forth and her eyeballs kept rolling around like a 
couple of ball bearings. Her knees flexed downward and it was clear that 
inner visions of lust kept her entertained as she pumped her prick back and 
forth with her skilled and educated masturbatory fingers and thumb. 

"The Afro was a masturbating master, too. His big, black fist pistoned up 
and down the penile shaft as his tongue and part of his black face was 
deeply imbedded between the spread cheeks of old ass. 

"And despite the fact that I was a newcomer to the practice of self play, my 
own fingers and body seemed to know what had to be done to effect a cuntal 
climax. Two fingers and the pinky dug themselves into the box while my thumb 
and forefinger plunked out a tune on my turgid twat tickler. Following the 
example of the old woman, my knees flexed and my hips rotated around and 
back and forth. My imagination took such a strong hold of me that I was 
almost positive that a young man or boy was kneeling behind me and licking 
my ass, too. 

"And believe it, or not, we all climaxed at the same time. Seconds before 
blast off, the old woman grew almost demented. 'Stick your prick tongue deep 
into my asshole,' she kept shouting in a louder and louder voice. 'Drill 
your nigger nook deep inside of me.' And she exhorted her kneeling, anal 
lover she kept pushing her ass back until the Afro's face was almost 
entirely concealed by ass flesh. I marveled at his masturbatory skill. He 
kept changing hands and not once did he miss a stroke. His balls kept 
twirling around as though they were motorized. Saliva filled up the cleavage 
and spilled down the curving flesh of the woman's ass. 

" 'Now,' the old crone yelled. 'Blowing my cunt. NOW.' The force of the 
blow-out pushed her back until she was sitting atop the Afro's head and 
face. Sex syrup trickled forcefully through the crack and snaked down the 
thighs of the woman. 

"The coon's cannon creamed out a gobby barrage that puddled all over the 
floor. 

"Stifling a scream, I shuddered backwards as my own cuntal walls collapsed 
to eject a piss-like stream of joy juice. Heat flowed through my fuck 
fissure and my knees almost buckled. As soon as I collected my wits, I 
dropped my dress and staggered back to my own office and locked the 
door...." 

ANALYST: Was this the first experience you had with sex since the death of 
your husband? L: Yes. 

A: You grew determined to have more such experiences. 

L: Not at first. I was confused. The orgasm was a definite release from the 
many tensions bothering me. And yet... A: And yet... what? 

L: I didn't want to get involved with a man. My job was all consuming and I 
wanted to succeed for the sake of my husband's memory. A: But you did turn 
to your son for sex almost immediately after that incident. L: Not exactly. 
It really all happened quite accidentally. After the first time, I just 
naturally expected my son to take care of me. A: You didn't seduce your son? 
L: In a way, we sort of seduced each other. A: Tell me about it. 

LYDDIA: "After I climaxed by masturbating myself, I returned to my own 
office to collect my wits. I was faced with a decision to make. Either I 
expelled the black student for lewd behavior, or I remained silent about the 
episode. If it happened again and they were caught, my own reputation as 
college president would be tarnished. Also, I was confused by my own 
emotions. Ever since I became a widow, I had pushed sex out of my mind. Now, 
it had returned with a vengeance. Obviously, I needed cock. But from whom? 

"At that moment while I was agonizing over a possible decision, my son 
rapped on my office door and I let him in. Ted was a professor who taught 
history and had an excellent future as an educator. He looked disturbed. 

" 'A black student and the wife of one of our board members are having 
sexual relations in one of the unoccupied lecture rooms,' he announced, 
gravely. 'I just walked by and caught them together. They were ...' 

" 'Fucking,' I calmly supplied the correct word. 

"My son looked shocked. 

"Despite the gravity of the situation, I was compelled to laugh. 'Your 
mother is not a virgin,' I told my son. 'I saw them too. But I'm not sure 
what I should do about it. I can't see the point in creating a scandal.' 

"Ted was outraged. 'Damned nigger troublemakers. Never wanted them admitted 
into our college. And that old woman! A white person. She ought to be 
ashamed!' 

"I explained. 'She happens to be the wife of a very influential board 
member. He could make things rough for me. I think we'd better forget about 
it, and hope it doesn't happen again.' 

"Ted grew sullenly silent which gave me an opportunity to satisfy my 
curiosity. When I left the couple, they had both experienced an orgasm. But 
what happened after I left? 'What precisely were they doing?' I asked Ted. 

"Ted grew red with embarrassment. 'The black fellow was ...' and he groped 
for words that would express a perverted sex act as delicately as possible. 
But he couldn't find those words. And I grew impatient. 

" 'Dammit,' I growled. 'Out with it. I'm no prude. They were fucking. How?' 
I demanded to know. 

"My son looked slightly ill. 'They were doing something that only abnormal, 
queer kind of people do.' He averted his eyes. 'The black bastard was down 
on the old woman. He was sucking her ...' 

" 'Cunt,' I breathed. That figured. After the Afro exploded his cannon, he 
wasn't in condition to bone up, immediately. Obviously, the old woman wanted 
to climax, again and she insisted on a tongue job up her cunt. 

"The walls of my vagina began to spasm again. My own husband used to eat me 
quite often and I loved the feel of tongue up my pussy. I was quite 
surprised by my son's sense of outrage at the act of cunnilingus. Didn't he 
go down on his own wife? And bluntly, I asked him that question. 

"Despite his age of thirty-five, the face of my son turned crimson. 'You're 
talking like a degenerate,' he accused. 'You're talking like my perverted 
wife.' 

"I stared thoughtfully back. For some time, I knew Ted was having marital 
problems. Now, I knew the reason. 'Your wife wants you to go down on her,' I 
said simply. 

" 'And I refuse,' he blurted out. 'I refuse to become a pervert to satisfy 
her own abnormal demands. That going down business is something only queer 
people do like our black, pervert friend.' 

"I suddenly realized that my son had grown into a terrible snob, the 
ultimate WASP, or white Anglo-Saxon protestant who are convinced their shit 
don't stink. 

"I almost shouted. 'Regardless of the Afro, there is nothing wrong with the 
act of cunnilingus. It is an instinctive sort of thing. Why, your father 
used to go down on me all the time. The happiest moments of his life were 
spent with my cunt in his mouth.' 

"My son clutched at his stomach as though he was going to throw up. 'Never 
knew you could be so disgusting,' he said, ashen-faced. 

"His snobbish, superior manner infuriated me. My son had grown into the sort 
of snob I had always detested. I was seized with the urge to shock him. 
Leaping to my feet, I pulled up my dress and dropped my under briefs. I 
heard myself yelling. 'This is what your father used to eat. There's nothing 
wrong in such an act. And the sooner you go down on your wife, the happier 
you'll both be.' 

"Ted's eyes grew larger than a couple of grapefruit. Some primitive urge 
within him kept forcing him to remain staring fixedly directly at my pussy. 
And as my own anger dissipated, I began to grow excited with the knowledge 
that my own son was looking at the same cunt his father used to eat and 
fuck. 

"Finally, Ted managed to speak. 'So much hair,' he breathed in a scarcely 
audible voice. 'Irma hardly has any at all.' 

"Once I had seen his wife Irma in the nude. And it was true. She had very 
little pubic hair. But did cunt hair turn Ted on, or off? The answer came to 
me silently and from between his legs. 

"Ted boned up. 

"And the outer lips of my cunt began to thicken up and draw slightly apart. 
My son was growing excited by looking at his mother's cunt. 

And I found the excitement contagious. Deep within, my cunt started to 
throb. Then, it hit me. I wanted my son to eat my cunt. 

"From the size of the bulge between Ted's legs, he was very well hung, and a 
new sort of curiosity gripped me. I wanted to look at my son's cock, I 
wanted to see his nuts, I ached suddenly to feel his prick rip through my 
vagina. 

" 'But he's your son,' another voice within me kept shouting. 

"I didn't answer that shocked-sounding voice. At that moment, I knew only 
one thing. I urns on fire to get eaten by my own son. Slowly, I turned 
around to give Ted a good look at my cheeky ass. My husband had always 
admired the way the flesh of my ass sloped out so curvaceously. Was Ted an 
ass man, too? 

"His voice broke. 'You're built so much more attractively than my own wife,' 
he said. 

"I faced him again. 'Darling, I find you attractive, too,' I said. 'In fact, 
I ...' 

"Ted kept nodding. 'Yes, I feel it too. Something inside tells me to ...' 

" 'Fuck me,' I blurted out, impatiently. 'If you don't throw your sonly tool 
deep into your mother's cunt, I'm going to get sick.' And without waiting 
for his response, I grabbed hold of the protrusion between his legs and 
squeezed. 

" 'Oh mommy,' he babbled. 'Your hand feels so good on my peter.' 

"Silently, I unzipped his pants and fished out the pole of meat. The bone 
slid out into my warm hands. 'You're really hung, darling,' I said as my 
eyes appraised the length, diameter and the texture of the prick. Teasingly, 
the tips of my fingers reached under and cupped the balls. 

" 'Hmmmnnnn,' I sighed, rapturously. 'You've got it, sweetheart. You're hung 
better than your own daddy. Your wife ought to be proud to handle a tool 
like this one.' 

'Ted shook his head. 'But her nude body doesn't excite me.' 

" 'Does mine?' I asked. 

" 'I ... think so,' he said, slowly. Then, in the first decisive statement 
he made since I knew him. 'Take off your clothes, mom. All of them. Your 
office door is locked. No one can come in.' 

" 'You too,' I replied. 'Let's both get into the nude. After all, it's only 
natural for a mother to want to see her son's body.' 

" 'And I want to see your body,' Ted admitted. 

"Turning our backs, we modestly removed our garments. Finally, I was 
completely naked. 'May I turn around?' 

" 'Yesss,' Ted said, slowly. The boy sounded shy, embarrassed about letting 
mother see his exposed penis. Would it be erect? I wondered as 

I turned to face my only son. 

"The cock of my son was soft but I was surprised to realize his body was 
magnificently developed. For years, I'd pictured him as the absentminded 
professor type with dark, rumpled clothes and a completely sexless demeanor. 
His wife had often complained to me about his lack of sex drive and his 
unimaginative approach to conjugal relations. Divested of his shapeless 
garments, Ted's shoulders appeared broad, his chest expansive, his stomach 
flat and his legs long and muscular. But most of all, I was surprised at the 
way my son's penis had developed. First of all, the meat was long, well hung 
as the vulgarians put it. Ivory-colored skin of the penile shaft fused into 
the large, pinkish cockhead with its rim of dark purple. The balls, two 
tantalizing sacs hung loosely down and my fingers itched to squeeze and 
fondle them. And the swirls of black, wooly hair climbed up the steep ascent 
of his stomach. The navel, or bellybutton was large enough to take a tongue 
fuck. 

"As my eyes appraised the naked body of my son, I slowly took my hands away 
from the cunt. I, too, had been a bit embarrassed about letting Ted see my 
exposed pussy. Overcoming my initial reluctance and hesitation, I gave Ted a 
good look at the way his mother was hung. 

While I kept my eyes glued to his face to assess his every reaction, I felt 
the innards of the vagina flutter and leak out a bit of moisture. Uncoiling 
from its hiding place deep within my cuntal flesh, the clitoris stretched 
out and upward. 

"Ted's voice was barely audible. 'Your hair ... it's gray all over.' 

"His eyes had rolled downward and appeared to remain fascinated by the sight 
of the pubic hair. The strands had grayed quite some time ago but I hadn't 
given it any thought. Now, I realized that the sight of gray hairs around my 
cunt was turning my son on. 

"Ted's voice sounded far away. 'When I was a kid, I saw grandma's hairs 
quite by accident. They were all gray, too. I remember boning up, 
immediately. And when I masturbated I kept fantasizing myself licking 
grammy's cunt. All I could see was that ocean of gray, beautiful hair in my 
face while I ate ...' 

"My heart started to beat dangerously fast. Ted had been sexually attracted 
to my own mother when he was just a kid. He had even eaten and fucked her in 
his imagination. 

"I heard myself say, 'Do ... I remind you of grandma?' 

"Ted nodded his head. 'Yes. Your .. . cunt reminds me of her. It looks 
exactly the same with those gray hairs. I'd ...' and he broke off hopelessly 
confused, and terribly shamed. 

"I leapt to his rescue. 'Of course you can eat my cunt, son,' I told him 
with emphasis and joy. 'Mommy would just adore her pussy eating son to go 
down on her.' 

"The moment I expressed a desire for his tongue up my twat, Ted started to 
bone up. And to facilitate matters and put him completely at ease, I reached 
over and gently took hold of the expanding penis. 

" 'Feels so good, darling,' I murmured. 'So fuckingly good,' and I gave the 
meat a hard squeeze to assure him of my sincerity. And it did feel good! It 
felt heavenly as the tissues enlarged, grew hard, warmer and charged upward 
towards the angle of the fuck. With my fingertips, I managed to pinch his 
nuts and with the remaining free hand, I reached in back of Ted and drove a 
straight finger deep inside of his asshole. And while blood flooded into his 
darkening face, I rubbed the cockhead back and forth over the lips of my 
swelling cunt country. Then, I realized I simply had to pop it into my mouth 
and suck the meat. I made my desire known. 

" 'But mommy,' Ted protested, 'I want to suck you too. Just got to suck 
you!' he insisted. And to dramatize this desire on the part of my son, he 
waggled his tongue back and forth over his lips and pantomimed a man licking 
the female snatch. Then, he compressed his lips together and pulled his head 
backwards indicating he had a mouthful of cunt hairs in his mouth. At that 
sight, something within my vagina almost exploded and I knew I couldn't wait 
any longer for my son's tongue. 

" 'Eat me, darling,' I said with a release of breath. 'Eat your mommy's 
cunt!' 

"But the mechanics of this job presented a problem. The utilitarian 
furniture in my office didn't include a couch. And the top of my desk was 
cluttered with important documents that couldn't be moved until I read them 
over. Either Ted ate me on the floor, or on my swivel chair. I selected the 
chair for comfort which did afford one the opportunity of getting eaten. 
Leaning back, I spread my legs and indicated that I wanted Ted to kneel down 
before me and push his face hard into the fast moistening vulva. 

"Again, this position presented a problem. The seat of the chair was much 
too low to enable Ted to comfortably go down on me. He could easily get a 
cramp in his neck, and if the eating position was uncomfortable, he wouldn't 
be able to put all of his enthusiasm into the mouth job. Shuddering towards 
the tile floor, I said, simply, 'We just can't do it on the floor.' 

"Fortunately, my son surprised me again with his imagination which I didn't 
think he possessed. Smiling now, he said, 'Remain seated, mom. The chair 
will do just fine. In fact, it will give you a chance to enjoy my bone.' 

"Mystified, I was about to protest. After all, I wasn't an acrobatic, and I 
couldn't see how the chair would suffice for the work intended. 

" 'It'll work,' Ted kept assuring me as he sized up the situation. 'Yes,' he 
added, 'it will definitely work.' 

"Calming my fears, Ted went about the business of utilizing the chair to 
hold a mother and son for the act of mutual suckery. Again, my darling son 
surprised me with his resourcefulness. Standing on his hands, Ted allowed 
his legs to fall back over my shoulders. In this manner, his face was buried 
between my legs, and his rigid reamer was pressing the head against the 
cheeks of my face. 

"Ted called up. 'Now, we can suck each other off, mom.' His voice sounded 
excited, pleased and rather proud. 

"Taking hold of my son's prick, I gazed at the meat with loving eyes. 'Yes, 
dear,' I assured him. 'I'll suck you off. It's going to feel heavenly to 
plop your cock into my mouth. And sweetheart, when you stick your tongue 
deep into your mother's cunt, don't suck too hard. Don't make me come too 
fast. I want to luxuriate in the sensation of a sonly tongue lapping a 
motherly cunt. I want to get all goosepimply when you slowly, tantalizingly 
slide the hot, velvety, and wet tongue up my cunny. Slowly does it at first, 
son. Then, jab it deeper and deeper into the sugar snatch until the licking 
sensation reached up and touches my tonsils. But don't squander all your 
time inside the box. Wrap those beautifully shaped lips around my clit, my 
turgid twat trigger until I scream my head off. But the louder I scream, the 
more ecstatic I'll feel. And don't pay any attention to my screams. Just go 
right on eating until your mommy blows out her load straight into your 
mouth. And precious, I want you to swallow every, single trickle that comes 
pumping out of the cuntal well.' 

"Whether or not Ted heard me was debatable. His face was already buried 
deeply between my legs. His nose burrowed through the gray hairs of cunt and 
true to his promise, his lips seized a mouthful of my hairs and pulled on 
them ever so gently. My she-prick pokered up until I sobbed out, 'Oh 
darling, eat me, eat my pussy. EAT YOUR MOTHER'S CUNT!' 

"Dutifully, my son devoted himself exclusively to his appointed task. 
Despite his lack of experience as a labia licker, his mouth instinctively 
closed over my near exploding clitoris and he started to suck. 

" 'Suck hard,' I exhorted. 'Harder. Make me come. Make mommy piss out her 
load.' And as he did my bidding, my hips gyrated around in a lascivious 
manner, and the swivel chair enabled me to throw my pelvis back and forth in 
short but determined fucking movements. 

"To add more fuel to the fires of incestuous lust, I took hold of my son's 
pulsating prick and shoved every inch of that long pole into my mouth. I 
felt like a sword swallower with one important difference. I loved the taste 
of this particular prickly sword and if possible, I'd have torn it out from 
the roots and swallowed it. First, the bulbous, salty tasting cockhead slid 
noiselessly over my tongue and dropped down my gullet. Then, came the pecker 
shaft and although I allowed my teeth to make faint impressions in the skin 
I fought to prevent myself from biting deeply into the cockly gristle. 

"I kept shoving the pole of cock into my mouth to such an extent that the 
batch of wiry pubic hairs bit into my face, scratching against my lips, 
cheeks and forehead. Reaching up, I slid both hands over the cheeks of my 
son's ass and pressed downward. One finger just naturally drove itself deep 
into his asshole. Then, as I sucked cock, I kept driving my finger in and 
Out of the rectum. My goose finger grew moist and the faint smell of shit 
hovered around my nostrils. But under the circumstances, it was the most 
exciting odor I'd ever smelled. 

"The rocking of the chair began to increase in violence. Ted's sucking of my 
cunt grew more impassioned as he draped his tongue over and under the 
clitoral shaft. My prick felt almost as swollen as a man's hard. 

" 'Pull on it,' I screamed. 'Pull it way out. That's what makes mommy hot. 
Real cuntholey hot. Now, pull goddammit,' I screamed, scarcely realizing the 
content of the words that streamed through my lips. 'PULL MOMMY'S CUNT,' I 
shouted at the top of my lungs. 

"Poor Ted! His jaws began to ache, and saliva kept streaming so unabatedly 
from his mouth, the hot liquid burned over the exposed skin of my thighs. 
But never for a single moment did my darling son shirk from his promised 
task of making me climax. His hot, driving tongue inside of me and his 
contagious enthusiasm had already driven me to the brink. I was almost 
prepared to climax. Yet, a certain something was preventing me from going 
all the way over. Perhaps, a bit of guilt from my subconscious, a 
puritanical hangup from the very correct social order in which I normally 
functioned was preventing me from exploding. I began to grow desperate. Ted 
couldn't keep sucking my cunt, indefinitely. There was a limit. His aching 
jaws could take only so much of the sucking movement which was a strain. 
Then, another danger presented itself, or suddenly occurred to me. If Ted 
cracked his nuts and blew out his load in my mouth, the loss of energy would 
be so great, he'd naturally be compelled to stop all activity. And if I 
didn't climax now, I'd go out of my mind. The problems of the campus had 
tensed me up to such an extent that I needed this release to retain my 
sanity. 

"And to add to my fears, Ted stopped his tongue to look up at me sideways. 
'Are you near coming yet, mother?' he asked, concernedly. His face glistened 
from all the cuntal juices and a few hairs had broken off and were lodged 
between his lips. 'I want to blow in the worst way, mom,' he told me. 'And 
please,' he begged, 'swallow every drop of my juice. It's important to me.' 

"I took my son's hot but drenched cock out of my mouth. 'Important?' I 
echoed, puzzled. 

"His voice dropped almost to a whisper. 'When I was a kid growing up, I was 
never sure of your love. I have to feel accepted.' 

" 'Of course, I accept you, sweetheart,' I promptly replied with a sob in my 
voice. When 

Ted was a kid, I didn't give him too much attention because my husband 
demanded so much of my time. I had never realized that Ted felt neglected. 
'I love you, darling,' I called down to him. 'You can have all of me.' And 
making that announcement, I stuck his prick back into my mouth and sucked on 
it with all the expertise at my command. 

"First I held the cockhead between my shapely lips and bit down hard at the 
base of the bulb. Then, blowing my hot breath over the glans, I slowly drew 
the shaft all the way inside my mouth. All the while, my teeth were biting 
down into the skin and my tongue was dancing up a storm over, under and 
along the sides of the pecker shaft. At the same time, the finger of my 
right hand was goosing my son's asshole and the fingers of my left hand were 
pulling and fondling his nuts. All of my doubts and trepidations about 
playing with my own son vanished. I was my son's woman, wife and whore all 
rolled into one package. And the thought excited me; the thought about being 
my son's whore. 

"My voice shrieked out. 'I'm your whore, son. MOMMY'S YOUR WHORE.' 

"That did it! The thought of using his own mother as a prostitute triggered 
a response inside of Ted that cannonaded wave after gooby wave of cock 
cream. The gism slurped into my mouth almost burning the roof and tissues of 
the tongue. But this additional heat and the salty and yet sweet taste of my 
son's seminal syrup melted away the last bit of resistance inside my own 
body. The cuntal damn broke and my own pussy pouring hissed through the 
crack and into my son's mouth. 

"Ted immediately spit the clit out of his mouth and attaching his lips over 
the cuntal hole, sucked as though he was drinking from a faucet. Every now 
and then, he pulled away to catch his breath. 

" 'Oh mom,' he gurgled, 'your nooky nectar tastes so sweet. Sugary sweet.' 
Then, he stuck his mouth up against the crack again while I rotated my hips 
and kept slapping my cunt into his face. 

"Finally, the act of simultaneous fellatio and cunnilingus came to an end. 
All of the juices had vanished into our respective mouths, and both of our 
organs began to get a bit sore. Carefully, we disengaged from the upside 
down position. Ted rolled onto the floor where he remained, exhausted but 
also happy and contented. 

"As far as I was concerned, my son's tongue and cock were exactly what the 
doctor ordered. All of my tensions had vanished, my problems had fled and I 
attained a state of happiness that I hadn't known for many years. Suddenly, 
I felt there was no obstacle too great that I couldn't overcome. All I 
needed was a good cunt suck and from my own son! 

" 'Now that you've broken it in,' I told Ted, 'I'll want that kind of 
treatment two or three times a week. No one night stand shit for me.' 

"Ted patted and fondled his dick. 'Of course, mom,' he assured me. 'You'll 
get a mouthful of this cock as often as I build up my cream. To hell with my 
wife. She doesn't appreciate it. You do. And that's where I'm putting it. In 
my mother's mouth.' 

"I promised, 'I'll make up my neglect to you precious. Every time you want 
to eat my cunt, mom will make it available. You come first from now on ...' 
" 

ANALYST: Your incestuous affair with your son continued? 

L: Oh yes. I'd be a nervous wreck if Ted didn't suck me off at least a 
couple times a week. A: Did you ever have direct sexual relations with him? 

L: Did my son fuck me? A few times. But we always went back to sucking. Ted 
was built a little bit too big for his mother's cunt. A: And your position 
as college president, did you perform your work any better? L: Definitely! 
For one thing I didn't let those college radicals bother or get to me any 
more. As long as Ted tongued my cunt, I felt capable of coping with any 
emergency around the college. Only one thing really bothered me. A: About 
your relationship with Ted? L: Not about my emotional relationship. As 
lovers, we grew closer than ever. But I did feel concerned about the size of 
Ted's cock. While his tongue satisfied me, completely, I yearned for the 
feel of a hot prick inside my vagina. I didn't want to be unfaithful to my 
son. Yet, I didn't know if I could control myself if something good came 
along in that particular department. A: And did it? L: Yes. 

A: Your grandson? 

L: Yes. My twelve-year-old grandson, Bobby. 

A: He...? 

L: Fucked me. 

A: Did you seduce him? 

L: Not really. The kid wasn't even a virgin. When I found out about his 
sexual conduct, I grew curious. The inevitable happened. A: Tell me about 
it. 

LYDDIA: "One week-end, Ted and his wife decided to go to Las Vegas. I agreed 
to look after 

Bobby" in their absence. The boy came over to spend Saturday night in my 
apartment. At first, the thought of any sexual relationship with a 
twelve-year-old boy simply didn't occur to me. But when he removed his 
trousers for bedtime, he emptied his pockets. One of the articles he placed 
on the dresser was one of those horrible French rubber things that men put 
on their cocks before they screwed. I hadn't seen one for years. And the 
sight of Bobby calmly laying the package of rubbers on his dresser unnerved 
me. 

" 'Where on earth did you get those disgusting things?' I asked, surprised. 

"Bobby didn't even blink. 'Oh, that's what I use when I fuck girls. Don't 
want to get anyone knocked up at my age,' he smiled. 

"Naturally, I was astounded. 'Does your father know you do such things?' I 
asked, outraged. I felt like turning him over my lap and giving him a good 
hiding. 

"Bobby shrugged. 'Oh daddy's a square. All professors are.' 

"I grew angry. 'You mustn't talk about your father in such a disrespectful 
tone of voice,' I censured him. 'And your mother, does she know of your 
activities?' 

"Bobby chortled. 'Mom's the one who lines up the fucks for me.' 

" 'You've got some explaining to do,' I insisted. 'I simply can't believe 
your mother approves of such conduct.' 

"While we were talking, Bobby continued to disrobe, and finally he stepped 
out of his last remaining garments. 'Always sleep in the nude,' he said. 
'D'you mind?' 

"Since he was sleeping with me, I did mind and told him so. 'It isn't right 
for a boy your age to sleep naked with his grandmother.' 

" 'Didn't bring any pajamas with me,' he said matter-of-factly and climbed 
on top of the bed. He stretched out without the slightest trace of 
embarrassment, and didn't bother to cover himself up. To give the boy 
credit, he had a beautiful body with ivory-colored skin and not a trace of 
fat over his lithe, graceful frame. His dick, of course, was in proportion 
for his size and age and the meat glittered in the light. The cherry-red 
cockhead lolled back and rested atop his pubic hair which was considerable. 
And he had the cutest, little ass end on him. Something within my own 
genitals stirred and I fought to retain a grip on my feelings. 

"Tearing my eyes off his naked body, I insisted that he explain his former 
statement about his mother helping him to have sexual relations with grown 
women. 

"Without a shred of self-effacement, the boy took hold of his supine dick 
and began to gently fondle the meat and balls. He smiled dreamily into space 
as though remembering an especially choice affair. 

"Bobby explained. 'Mom is a social climber. Always wants to get invited to 
some big bash in the rich neighborhoods. That's her whole life. Somehow, she 
worked out a deal with these rich women. If they invite mom to their party, 
she lets them fuck me.' 

" 'How horrible,' I cried out in disgust. 'Were you willing to enter into 
such a degrading arrangement?' 

" 'Of course,' Bobby laughed. 'Don't be such a square. Ever since cock hairs 
started to sprout around my dicky, I've been hungry for a fuck. May as well 
fuck and get paid for it as not.' 

"For some reason I started to tremble and I couldn't prevent the lips of my 
cunt from growing thicker and letting oil ooze through the crack. 

"My voice sounded hoarse. 'How old were these women?' 

"Bobby continued to shake on his penis. 'Oh, all ages. Some I have to use 
the rubbers on. Others are old. Real old. But they're the most fun.' 

"My curiosity was aroused. The old ones are the most fun? In what way?' 

"Bobby threw a funny sort of look in my direction. 'In all ways,' he 
replied, cryptically. 'Guess they think I'll be their last fuck and they 
really go all out.' 

"I kept trying not to sound so damned curious. But I couldn't help myself. 
'How ... do these old women go all out?' I asked. 

"Bobby's cock boned. 

"I stared at the appendage as it sprouted up eagerly and stiffly. The memory 
of some older woman had apparently taken hold of his mind. And for the first 
time, he lost his cool. Blushing he said, 'Sorry grams. Didn't intend to get 
a hard on in front of you. Couldn't help it.' 

"I started to lose all control. 'What made it grow stiff?' I insisted to 
know. 

"Bobby shrugged. 'Guess it's all right to tell you. But for gawd's sakes, 
don't tell dad. He's such a creep.' 

"I folded my arms in an effort to stifle my wildly beating heart. 'Out with 
it, young man, what are you thinking about?' 

"Bobby took a moment to compose his thoughts. 'This kinky, old dame must 
have been about seventy years old. But she was loaded and mom really was on 
fire to make the scene at her parties. At first, I didn't even think I'd get 
a hard on with her. So skinny and bent over. Maybe she was older than 
seventy. Still, she needed a blow, and playing with a naked, twelve-year-old 
boy really turned her on.' 

"My voice sounded shaky. 'Did you ... ?' 

" 'Fuck her?' Bobby shook his head. 'Not directly. But she sure got her 
rocks off.' 

"I felt faint enough to sit down on the bed alongside of Bobby. My voice 
grew faint. 'Please explain,' I urged. 

"Bobby looked dreamy as he conjured up the memory of the seventy-year-old 
woman with whom he had sexual relations. 'Not direct sexual relations,' he 
advised me. 'She was one of those kind that got hot when someone watched her 
do kinky things. First, she made me take off my clothes in her bedroom. For 
a long time, she gawked at my naked body, at my prick, my ass and balls. But 
she never touched me. Then, she removed all her clothes. Sure she was skinny 
and shapeless but there was something cock provoking about her cunt. The way 
all that dirty, gray cunt wool piled up around the crack. And her gash was 
so deep and wide, I could see deep inside the valley. Her she-pecker was 
already stiff just by my looking at her naked body. And there was a wild 
kind of look in her eye. Naturally, I boned up, immediately.' 

"Still, the woman didn't want to fuck my grandson. According to Bobby, she 
disappeared for a few minutes. When she returned, the old woman was carrying 
a black, toy poodle dog. 'Watch the doggy fuck me,' she cooed to Bobby. 

"Positioning Bobby in front of her, the woman knelt down on her elbows and 
knees. When she stuck her ass up in the air, the black dog immediately 
mounted her. Reaching back, she guided his erected tool into her cunt. Bobby 
had already stiffened up. And when the dog began to throw the fuck into the 
elderly woman's box, she opened her mouth and sucked the meat. Caught up in 
the spirit of the act, Bobby began to throw his hips back and forth as 
though he was fucking the woman in the mouth. In this manner, boy, dog and 
woman climaxed. 

"The story from my grandson both excited and frightened me. Was the boy a 
pervert at age twelve? I didn't know how to reprimand him. And down deep, I 
felt I wanted the feel of his cock inside of me. Erected, his penis was 
precisely the size I required. In fact, Bobby's prick was a perfect fit for 
my twat tunnel. 

"And to make matters worse, my grandson's cock didn't soften. It continued 
to remain turgid with blood flowing swiftly beneath the surface of the skin. 
I tried to keep the conversation on an educational level. 

" 'The old woman needs psychiatric help,' I commented acidly. And I clung to 
the vain hope the boy was lying and was only making up the absurd story to 
tease me. But he wasn't. His description of the bestial act was too 
accurate, too filled with detail to be a mere figment of his imagination. 
During the early days of my widowhood when I was still grieving for my late 
husband, I briefly considered using a trained dog to fuck me. In that way, 
I'd be able to climax and not get involved with another man. But I quickly 
dismissed the notion as to dangerous. Suppose the dog bit my cunt instead of 
lapping out the goodness inside the vagina, I could be permanently damaged. 
But now, Bobby assured me the toy poodle was very well trained and was an 
extremely tactful and gentle lover. 

"Still, I couldn't actually visualize a dog fucking a woman. The genitals on 
a two-legged female are constructed differently than those on a four-legged 
beast. But my grandson kept shaking his head. 

" 'The dog fucked her easily,' he told me in his bold and irritating manner. 
'Turn around,' he ordered. 'I'll show you.' 

"My curiosity got the better of my judgment. But I didn't think Bobby was 
actually going to screw me. Since he had seen naked, older women before, I 
felt no shame or sense of embarrassment when I dropped my robe and let the 
boy stare at his grandmother in the nude. 

" 'You're okay grams,' he finally said after giving my body a lewd 
appraisal. 'You're built better than a lot of younger women. You ought to 
have a boyfriend who knows how to treat your cunt good.' 

"Irritated, I snapped, 'That will be enough of that kind of talk young man. 
I happen to be your grandmother.' 

" 'I'm not forgetting grams,' he said with a mysterious smile. 'I'll just 
show you how the dog fucked the old lady. I won't put it in.' 

"Somewhat mollified, I positioned myself on the bed. Kneeling dog style, I 
bent over on my knees and elbows. From a wall mirror, I noticed that my 
usually flabby ass cheeks had filled out when I bent over. The ass skin had 
pulled taut and the flesh looked firmed and rosy. A tuft of hairs from 
around my anus fingered out the cleavage and resembled a whisk broom. Bobby 
appeared to be entranced at the sight of my naked ass. His bone, I noticed, 
grew a bit stiffer and the skin turned a more vivid color. 

" 'Hurry up and get it over with,' I called over my shoulder. 

"Bobby knelt down behind my buttocks and grasped both cheeks with the palm 
of his hands. Spreading them apart, he peered more closely into the rear end 
valley. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply. 

" 'Gee, you smell good grams. Wish I was older so I could fuck you.' 

"I caught my breath. Was I that attractive? Naturally, as a woman, I was 
quite flattered. 'Why darling,' I said in a much softer voice, 'I'm an old 
woman. You should find a nice girl your own age.' 

"Bobby shook his head. 'Girls my own age don't know how to fuck. I like 
older women who let me kiss and smell their ass.' 

"I laughed. 'Is that what you want to do with mine?' 

"Bobby was still massaging the flesh of my ass with his surprisingly strong 
hands. 'You better believe it grams. I'd kiss your ass without a second 
invitation.' 

"I was silent a moment. For years I knew I was extremely sensitive around 
the cheeks of my ass and inside the rectum. But I had been too ashamed to 
tell my husband, and he never initiated any activity in that direction. When 
I first became a widow and started to masturbate, I often visualized a lover 
sticking his tongue into my asshole. Now Bobby was actually expressing a 
preference for that kind of anal love making. Would I be a dirty, old woman 
if I let him kiss my ass just once? I decided that it really wouldn't do any 
harm. 

"Bending my body at a more severe angle in order to lift my buttocks up even 
higher, I whispered, 'Go ahead dear, and kiss me back there. Just once. It 
won't do any harm.' 

"In the mirror, I kept watching my grandson's face. His lips parted and a 
trickle of saliva slithered down the jaw. He breathed deeply. 'Thanks 
grams,' he almost sobbed. 'I ... I do want to make love to your ass,' and 
without another word he knifed over, pulled the flesh of both buttocks as 
far apart as possible and without any hesitation shoved his mouth hard 
against the hairy rim of my asshole. 

"Nerves snapped throughout my body. I felt as though a herd of bucking 
bronchos were kicking wildly inside of me. Pimples the size eggs hived all 
over my skin. 

" 'More,' I called out. 'Give me more tongue. And get it in deep. Deep 
inside my asshole,' I sputtered as I threw all restraint to the winds. It 
excited me to use gutter language with my grandson. 'Eat my asshole,' I 
repeated with heavy emphasis on the Anglo-Saxonisms. 'Smell my shit, eat it, 
do as your grandmother tells you.' 

"Bobby's eyes looked wild as he slobberingly jabbed his prick of a tongue 
down the cleavage and into the rectum. The diameter of the hole was 
naturally large, and Bobby's tongue slid easily down the groove. I started 
to scream at the top of my lungs. 'Oh keeristmas that feels good, so 
goddamned fartling good.' I knew I was temporarily out of my mind but the 
sensation of my grandson's tongue, hot, moist and wriggly, deep within the 
confines of my shit hole erupted a volcano that had been lying dormant 
within me. Certainly, I had been excited by my son's tongue inside my pussy. 
But this young boy's tongue inside my asshole was even more lustful. 

"But when Bobby started to tongue fuck me back there and masturbate at the 
same time, I grew alarmed. 'No,' I cried out. 'Don't do that. Don't blow 
your gun. Not that way.' 

"Panting furiously, Bobby pulled his face out and stared at me in a puzzled 
way. 'Gotta come, grams,' he told me. 'I'll eat your ass and jack off. Just 
got to get my balls off.' 

" 'Of course, darling,' I replied. 'I understand. But I want to feel all 
your hot cock gism stream up my ass.' 

"Bobby hesitated. 'You want me to put it in back here? Fuck your asshole?' 

" 'Yes,' I said, quickly. 'That's exactly what I want you to do.' 

"The boy looked doubtful. 'I'd get my rocks off really quick by bunging your 
brown,' he said. 'But I'm hung kind of big, grams. I might hurt you.' 

"That possibility did exist. But I was too heated to give it any 
consideration. 'Go, darling, go,' I panted. 'I want to feel that great, big 
tool buried to the hilt inside my asshole.' This was the opportunity of a 
lifetime and I wasn't going to let it escape me. To receive a successful 
asshole fuck, the lover's penis had to be rock stiff. And that kind of 
hardness could only be found on the dicks of young boys. Bobby's dong was no 
exception. The texture of his bone resembled that of granite. 

"To facilitate entry, I reached back and held one cheek aside. Bobby aimed 
the cockhead at the tiny, hair-rimmed orifice and eased it forward. The 
knobby, fleshy cockhead banged up against the hole for entry. Although only 
a part of the head gained entry on the first attempt, the feel of that 
smooth skin and the warmth almost made me blow out a premature load. 

" 'Told you I'm too big for this kind of fuck,' Bobby apologized. 

" 'Just keep trying,' I panted. 'You'll make it dear. You've got to make 
it!' 

"Every nerve that lined the wall of my rectum cried out for the feel of the 
hard, hot bone. I could even feel the nerve endings reach out like 
tentacles, imploring for the caress of the fuck tool. 

"Bobby arched his hips backward and then lunged forward again. The shaft 
whistled through my parted ass cheeks, barged roughly through the asshole 
hairs and banged insistently against the hole. About a quarter of the head 
shoved aside the tight, outer walls and lodged inside the tunnel. My fingers 
grasped the penile shaft at the base of the head and tried to work it down. 

" 'Fuck,' I gasped. 'As I try to shove it down the hole, keep on pumping.' 

"Bobby bent over and encircled my waist with his arms. Taking a deep breath, 
he started to pump in and out while I banged the cock against the walls. The 
exertion stirred up gases within my bowels. In an effort to contain them, I 
contracted my stomach muscles. But the heat of the excitement had expanded 
the air within me and I simply had to expel. 

" 'Got to ...' I cried out in shame and embarrassment. 'Got to ...' 

"Bobby's eyes brightened as though he had been suddenly seized with a 
rampaging fever. 'Fart,' he breathed. 'Go ahead darling grams. Fart for me. 
Nothing excites me more than to hear a woman fart when I'm fucking her.' And 
as though he had been suddenly seized by demons, he yelled. 'Give it to me. 
I want to hear it, want to smell it!' 

"I had read that certain men become sexually aroused by the odor from the 
female during intercourse. I had never believed it. My late husband had 
always been so fastidious. Before we fucked he bathed and perfumed himself 
and he insisted that I bathe and perfume my body, also. But Bobby was 
definitely different. The natural odors from the female body excited him. I 
relaxed. Boby was the sort of lover I had always wanted. 

" 'Okay sweetheart,' I yelled back over my shoulder. 'Grams is going to give 
you her love fart.' 

"And I did. 

"From the wall mirror, I watched as Bobby inhaled deeply. He paused for just 
a moment. Then, fired up with new lustful energies, his fingers dug into my 
back and I prepared myself for the wildest fuck of my life. The release of 
my gas had apparently widened the rectal orifice. When Bobby heaved his 
prick forward again, the blood inflated tool threw aside all obstacles and 
dipped deeper into the tunnel with each thrust of my grandson's ass. In no 
time at all, the entire cockhead and shaft was completely lodged in my back. 

"Now fuck," I managed to spill the words through my lips. "Give me all 
you've got. Blow out your hot load clear down my asshole." 

"And when he started to pound my butt with an ever increasing tempo, I 
grasped my own she-cock and waggled it back and forth at a tremendous rate 
of speed. In a very short time, the juices of fuckery boiled out of my twat 
and squirted down my leg. 

"And from behind me, Bobby screamed, 'Can't hold it back granny cunt. Gonna, 
gonna ...' 

"The next thing I knew, ragged balls of hot come spattered out the cockhead, 
filled up my rectal tube and spilled over the edge to burn its way in 
crawling streams down the cheeks of my ass. 

"And when I collapsed on the bed, I had never felt so at peace with myself 
and the world. With anal attentions from my grandson, and cuntal laps from 
my own son, I knew there no longer was a problem I couldn't solve ..." 

CONCLUSIONS TO CASE HISTORY ONE 

Widowed in her late fifties, Lyddia B. concentrated all of her energies on 
her position. As president of a small college, she was determined to 
succeed. But campus disorders and criticism from board members kept her 
mentally disturbed. And since the death of her husband, she experienced no 
sexual relationship. She didn't want to be unfaithful to the memory of her 
husband. However, quite by accident she witnessed a sexual encounter between 
a black student and the elderly wife of a board member. Her initial feeling 
of shock gave way to sympathy and understanding of the older woman's needs. 
And while she was in a high state of arousal, she permitted her devoted son 
to perform cunnilingus on her. Later, she entered into an affair with her 
twelve-year-old grandson. Both incidents gave her a much needed sexual 
release and much satisfaction. Despite her education and social standing, 
the act of incest did not disturb her. Her performance as an educator 
greatly improved. 

Lyddia B.'s need for sexual attentions from close members of her own family 
arose from her devotion to her late husband and from problems on the campus. 
Both her son and grandson resembled in certain respects, her late husband. 
During intercourse, she could close her eyes and imagine that her husband 
was back with her. 

The problems on the campus were additional factors in feeling more at ease, 
sexually, with her son and grandson. Determined to succeed in her new 
position, she didn't want outsiders to know she was worried about her 
ability to handle the disorders that hit her college as well as others 
during the early 1970s. 

A strong-willed woman, Lyddia B. remained unresponsive to psychiatric 
treatment and insisted on continuing her sexual affairs with both her son 
and grandson. 

 CASE HISTORY TWO 

Case Subject: Willy J. Sex: Male (Black) Age: 34 

Marital Status: Divorced 

Occupation: Corporation Executive 

Sexual history: Divorced for over two years, Willy J. entered into an 
incestuous relationship with his sixteen-year-old daughter. While he had 
sexual relations with other women both white and black, he always returned 
to the bed of his daughter. 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Typical of the smooth, educated blacks who demanded and obtained a place in 
the white business establishment, Case Subject Willy J. still possessed a 
great deal of resentment to whites. He blamed a white man for his divorce, 
and he blamed whites for making unnecessary problems for him at the office. 
Nearing a nervous breakdown, he turned to his teen-age daughter for comfort. 
The relationship quickly involved sex. 

ANALYST: Do you have sexual relations with your daughter? 

WILLY: Yeah. I fuck Linda at least once a night. 

A: Have you tried to reconcile with your wife? W: Hell no. She run off with 
this white mother-fucker. That's how come I got custody of Linda. Glad I did 
now. A: You resent whites? W: Bet your sweet, goddamn ass I do! A: Why? 

W: Whites have been shitting on us blacks for over two hundred years. This 
is one nigger who don't take no more shit from anyone. 

A: But you have a good position in a white-owned business. 

W: Sure I do. I'm the black token they hired to prove they don't 
discriminate. They don't really want me. We're just stuck with each other. 
A: After your wife left you, did you date other women? 

W:, I'm normal enough. Sure I did. A couple white chicks at the office got 
real curious about nigger nooky. I let 'em both have it in their big, white 
cunts. They loved it. 

A: But they didn't satisfy you. 

W: White pussy just don't have it when it comes to a real honest fuck. They 
don't let themselves go like black ass does. 

A: But why did you turn to your daughter? 

W: Didn't mean to get into Linda's cunt. Things just happened. 

A: How? 

WILLY: "Things never did go right for me right from the beginning. When 
you're born with black skin, resign yourself to taking the lumps day in and 
day out. Except, I got tired of getting shit upon. Took a long time but I 
finally graduated from state college, and I applied for a job in a 
whitey-owned business. They hired me 'cause the government was pressuring 
them to take on a few token blacks for window dressing. 

And I really tried to make a go of it. One of the white guys at the office 
tried to be friendly, and I invited him over to have dinner and meet my 
wife. A divorced guy, he was living alone and quite lonely. Him and the wife 
took to each other right off. Even said he'd like to marry a black woman if 
he could find the right one. I took that as a compliment and really started 
to like the mother even though his skin was white. 

"One week-end, my wife went to visit her mother. Left alone, I got kind of 
lonely. Finally, I decided to visit this white mother at the office, name of 
Abner. His apartment wasn't too far away and I thought I'd just drive over 
and surprise him. Maybe we could just have a few drinks and bullshit a 
while. But when I got to his place, Abner wasn't home. The door was open, 
and so I walked in and decided to wait for a while. I had nothing else to 
do. Soon enough I hear him returning. But he's not alone. He's talking to a 
woman, and I recognize her voice. My wife! My blood froze. But I remained 
calm enough to hide behind the living room sofa and catch them if they try 
to fuck. At least, I won't be hit with a lot of alimony to pay out. 

"Sure enough the white mother fucker comes prancing into the apartment on 
the arms of my ever lovin' mate, a big-assed coon girl who used to wait on 
tables before I married her. They both had a little too much to drink but 
they both know what they're doing. And they can't keep their hands off each 
other. 

" 'Never fucked a black woman before,' Abner kept saying over and over 
again. 'Really looking forward to some of that black meat. Bet you black 
girls don't just lay still while the man pumps home his fuck.' 

"My wife Ray giggled. 'Once you fucks a black cunt you'll never be satisfied 
with white pussy again.' 

" 'Prove it,' Abner laughed, excitedly. 'Haven't had a real good piece of 
ass in years.' 

"Ray held him at arm length. 'First, we just takes off our clothes and 
admires each other's body. Never did see an all white naked male body. Is 
your prick all white, too?' 

"Abner started to disrobe. 'Find out for yourself, baby,' he told my wife. 
Last one in the nude gets pissed on.' 

"Ray started to take off her clothes, too. Finally, she said, 'You mean you 
wouldn't mind me pissing over you.' 

"The white man was almost nude. Everything off except his shorts. And 
there's no doubt he had a great, big bone on. 'Honey, you can piss over my 
face any old time. 

"Ray didn't reply but continued to drop off her clothes. Finally, she had 
everything off except her girdle which took a while to tug down over her 
rolling belly and big-curved ass. When she stepped out in the nude, I 
thought Abner was going to cream off without touching his elevated prick. 
There wasn't any doubt that he was staring wide-eyed at a naked, black woman 
for the first time in his life. 

" 'Yeah,' he breathed as he looked her up and down. 'Oh baby, you got it. 
Sure, you can piss over me sweetheart. Any old time your heart desires.' 

"To give my wife full justice, she really was built like a great, big, black 
shithouse. She did have it. Tall, with all the curves in the right places, a 
man could cream his pants by just ogling my wife. Sure, she was a trifle on 
the heavy side but that's the way I liked my women. Her tits spilled out of 
her chest like a couple of enormous, black watermelons. And with blood 
charging into the nipples, the flesh firmed out into long, cone-shaped 
spears with moist, distended pores. The nipples alone were as long as the 
pecker on a puberty-aged boy. 

" 'Jeezis,' Abner breathed in an awe-stricken voice. 'Never seen boobs like 
that before. So shiny and black.' He took a step forward, 'Wanna suck 'em.' 

"But Ray held him at arm's length. 'Wait a while, honey,' she said. 'Look my 
body over good. You may not want to fuck a nigger gal after you look her all 
over.' And she dropped her eyes over his body, too. 'Besides, I wanna chance 
to size up white meat before it fucks me. Cool man. Play it cool.' 

"Abner's breathing became noisy and harsh. 'Okay,' he said. 'But let's not 
take too much time. For years, I've fantasized myself sucking a black 
woman's cunt.' 

"Ray's voice grew soft. 'You'll get your chance sweetheart. Just takes your 
time. Look me all over. You got a lot more to inspect beside my boobs.' 

"The white mother nodded and pulled his eyes off Ray's tits and drank in the 
area of her belly. Even the roll of fat around the waist looked tantalizing 
enough to squeeze. And her navel has got a slit down the center that 
resembles a cunt. Sometimes, when I got real hot, I fucked her belly-button 
and she loved it. A real, bouncy fuck. From the way Abner sized up the 
navel, I could tell he was thinking the same thing. 

"Finally, he managed to tear his thoughts of the belly-button fuck and let 
them flow slowly over the surface of her pussy. 'Yummy,' he said in a barely 
audible voice. 'That black snatch was meant for eating. And those nigger 
hairs! Bet they scratch real good when I rub my face against them.' 

"The sonofabitch was referring to the sort of pubic hair found on most black 
women. Unlike the strands found around a white woman's box, the black hairs 
are real short and wiry. But there's a lot of it, and more than enough to 
completely cover a white man's face while he sniffed and ate cunt. Ray stood 
with her legs slightly parted to give the guy an idea how they'd look when 
he got his face between them. The legs were long, strong and shapely and 
again, very black. But the very blackness was an excitement to this white 
bastard who was going to cuckold me before my eyes. 

" 'Turn around,' Abner ordered my wife. 'Best part of all about black cunt 
is their ass. They really build black stuff big in the ass, the way I like 
them to be. The best jack off sessions I ever had was when I visualized 
myself eating this big, black, curvy ass.' 

"Ray looked at him curiously. 'You jack off a lot?' 

" 'Uh huh,' Abner nodded. 

" 'And you always dream about sticking it in a black woman's cunt or ass?' 

"Abner admitted. 'I got a thing about wanting to dick a black woman. Had it 
a long time. But the biggest blows off I ever got was when this black woman 
of my dreams squatted over my face and pissed all over me.' 

"Ray looked back at him, steadily. 'That what you want me to do to you?' 

"Abner's prick grew more turgid, redder and the eye of the head pouted open 
as though he was about to discharge. 'I'd love it,' he shuddered. 'Piss over 
me while I jack off.' 

"My wife didn't look disgusted, merely curious. 'What do I get out of it?' 
she asked, evenly. 

"Abner's eyes grew round as they fastened themselves over my wife's twat. 
Clearly, he was already fantasizing the filthy act. This man was a masochist 
who wanted to be hurt and degraded by a black woman. Did he have a guilty 
conscience? He explained, 'After you get through pissing over me, I'll eat 
it. Oh honey, your pussy will be so moist and hot and coated with piss. 
It'll taste so good.' 

"My wife had always been a hot fuck but a normal one. She never went in for 
kinky things like this pissing business. But from the thoughtful expression 
on her face, I could tell that the act of pissing over the face of a white 
man clearly appealed to her. 

"Finally, she said, 'Okay honey. If you wants a squirt of liquid love from 
my sugar, that's what you'll get. But we better do it in the bathroom. Don't 
want to mess all over your carpet.' 

" 'No, no, no,' Abner insisted. 'We'll do it here. I'll get a pan to lay 
under my head. That way, I'll be able to hear the spray as it hits the pan.' 

"Ray looked surprised and then smiled her understanding smile. 'You know 
whats you want honey. The idea is beginning to get to me. Can hardly wait to 
squat over your white face and let loose with a gusher from my black cunt. 
My husband is always so dull when he fucks. Just on and off after a few pump 
fucks. I'm tired of it. I need something new and exciting like this piss 
love.' 

"Listening to that kind of perverted, filthy talk from my wife almost made 
me throw up. We'd been married for years and yet, I never realized that deep 
down she was filled with all sorts of abnormal, twisted desires. My fists 
clenched and I almost leaped out from behind the couch and smashed both 
their skulls. But I managed to take hold of my emotions and wait it out, 
hoping all the while they really wouldn't perform any kind of sex act that 
would brand them as insane. 

"But my hopes were not to be realized. Abner got a large, deep pan and 
placed it behind his head as he stretched out on the floor. Ray kept 
giggling excitedly as she straddled the prone man's face and squatted down. 
Abner looked up and from his position all he could see were the two, 
massive, black cheeks of my wife's ass. Then, she tilted forward a bit and 
her cunt took aim at his face. Abner reached up and cupped both ass cheeks, 
and tipped Ray towards him as though her cunt was a gourd, or spigot. He 
opened his mouth. 

"An insane kind of laugh bubbled out of Ray's mouth. 'Gonna drink my piss, 
too?' she asked, hoping his answer was in the affirmative. 

"It was. Abner nodded. There was a queer, insane light in his eyes, his face 
was flushed, and his cockhead was pointing back towards his face. Then, he 
raised his hips and directed his prick towards the cleavage of Ray's ass. 
Instinctively, the folds of the ass cheeks opened wide and snatched hold of 
the long, white tool. Abner's dick disappeared up my wife's ass. Ray 
gurgled. 'Hmmnnnn,' she hissed out through her full, negroid lips. 'Gonna 
fuck my ass while I pisses on you?' 

"Abner could hardly get the words out. 'You catch on quick, baby. Ready?' 

"Ray's hands caressed her reclining lover's face. 'You mean do I have enough 
piss in me to do the job?' 

"Abner nodded, and kept licking his lips in anticipation of the gusher. 
'Yeah black baby. That's exactly what I mean.' 

"The black bitch laughed, throatily. 'Hell, I'm always ready for that. I can 
piss any, old time.' 

"Abner's fingers clawed into the smooth, firm, black ass flesh. 'Then, go, 
baby. Go! Piss on me. Let me have it. Send me a gusher full of love.' 

"Ray's lips pulled back, her eyes were blazing with lust, and despite the 
blackness of her skin, I could sense the blood rushing to her face in the 
wildest excitement she'd ever experienced. She raised her arms as though 
doing homage to some unseen deity. But not for a single moment, did she take 
her eyes from the man beneath her cunt. 

"The screams spiraled through her lips. 'Here it comes,' and she relaxed her 
bladder muscles. 

"First, one drop like a big, yellow tear sloshed out of my wife's piss hole 
and broke over Abner's lips. Greedily, his tongue snaked out to blot up the 
liquid. A dreamy expression slid over his face. 'Tastes good,' he sighed. 
'Tastes so goddamned, pissingly good.' Opening his mouth as wide as 
possible, he pleaded in a husky voice, 'More baby. Give me more. All you've 
got.' 

"Ray arched her back. 'Here it comes,' she yelled. 'All of me. Take all of 
me!' 

"Watching this perverted woman piss into the mouth and all over the face of 
the degenerate man turned my stomach. But as I watched, horrified, a 
question formed itself in my mind. If this act was so filthy and crazy, why 
were they both enjoying it so much? There wasn't any doubt that they were, 
indeed, enjoying what they were doing. As the stream of piss increased in 
the intensity of flow, Ray swiveled her hips this way and that, and not for 
a single second did that mad but ecstatic look disappear from her eyes. Her 
huge, black titties flopped around and the cheeks of her ass jiggled like so 
much jelly. 

"If my wife's piss tasted bitter, hot or disagreeable, it was impossible to 
discern these facts from the way Abner was acting. The sputtering poorly 
aimed gusher sloshed into his mouth and all over his face. At the same time, 
he started to pump his fuck into Ray's ass. Watching the long, white tool 
bone sliding in and out from between the cushiony, midnight black cheeks of 
my wife's ass did present an erotic image, and got me worked up, too. 

"All the while, Abner kept screaming between mouthfuls of piss, 'More. Piss 
on me more. The burning, hot pee feels like velvet over my skin. Oh baby, I 
can take this all night. More peepee, more, can't get enough, tastes so 
good, feels so good ...' 

"Ray kept squeezing on the muscles of her bladder, and she pissed for the 
longest time, longer than I could remember. But eventually, she depleted 
herself. The sizzling gusher thinned to a trickle, and then there was 
nothing at all. Abner kept his mouth open under the cuntal faucet hoping for 
just one more drop, one more molecule of liquid love. 

"Finally, my wife relaxed. 'Sorry, honey. They're ain't no more. I done 
pissed myself out. But it was beautiful. Simply beautiful.' She reached back 
and felt the turgid truncheon of white bone that was still poked up her ass. 
'Can you come without feeling my piss over you?' she asked in the most 
serious way. This sort of perversion was her cup of tea. 

"That crazy smile returned to the pissed-on man's face. 'You better believe 
it, baby. But I'll still be tasting your piss.' 

"Ray caught on real fast. 'Yeah,' she breathed and that old, madness 
returned to her eyes. 'Oh yeah. I'll give it to you ... right in the mouth,' 
and without uttering another word, she shoved her hips forward slapping 
Abner's face with her still wet cunt. 

" 'Yummy,' Abner gurgled, ecstatically. The words were muffled but I 
understood him to utter, 'Cunt tastes so good. Still moist and hot. And 
still filled with piss. Lots of live liquid still over the cunt hairs.' 
Then, his tongue, lips and jaws working in perfect unison ate the piss-laden 
pussy of my black wife. And while he performed this vile act of cunnilingus, 
he pumped his fuck up Ray's ass. Reciprocating, my wife shoved her buttocks 
backward and forward in ever increasing tempo. White man and black woman 
rocked to and fro, in and out, tongue and cock piercing cunt and asshole. 
The movements grew wilder, more frenetic, impassioned and completely 
demented. 

"Abner's eyes bulged like a couple of skinned grapes while Ray's eyeballs 
turned backward until only the whites showed. The brightly burning fuse of 
lust was rapidly approaching the explosives in both bodies. 

" 'Whammo,' Abner's voice ricocheted off the ceiling and against all four 
walls. Bull's-eye. Score!' His cannon of white meat kept detonating up Ray's 
ass. The cream gobbed over the black skin. 

" 'Me too,' Ray rasped, nervously. 'Meee toooo,' and she ground her cunt so 
hard against Abner's face his head snapped backwards. But I could still 
detect his long, red tongue slicing through the gash, and as the vaginal 
secretions trickled into his mouth, he quenched his thirst for cunt come 
with noisy, smacking gulps. And this eating continued until Ray's pussy went 
bone dry. Then, she collapsed and sprawled out on the floor alongside of her 
white lover. 

"Watching them, I felt nothing but contempt for both of them. I made my 
decision, and would not make my presence known. They were both too vile, too 
filthy to waste my anger on. But somehow, I'd get my revenge. I'd fight 
whitey on his own, low level. After Ray and Abner washed up, dressed and 
left together, I crawled out of my hiding place and returned to my own home. 
All I could think of was getting even with whitey. As far as Ray was 
concerned, I'd kick her big, black ass out of my home. I was through with 
her ..." 

ANALYST: You left your wife? 

W: I kicked her ass the hell out. 

A: Your attitude towards them hardened. 

W: I hated the white mothers. But I had to work with them. I needed the 
bread, and I still had to support my daughter Linda. 

A: What did you do? 

W: There's this white chick at the office, really stacked, a looker with 
class. Heard Abner was stuck on her. 

A: And so, you decided to seduce her. 

W: I decided to fuck her. If Abner could treat my wife's cunt, I was going 
to boss some white pussy. 

A: Was the affair satisfying? Did it remove the hostility from your system? 

WILLY: "At first, I wasn't concerned about removing any hostile feelings 
from my system. I wanted to get even with that white sonofabitch who ate my 
wife's cunt. That's when I started making my play for this white twat, 
Perry, the private secretary of the big boss. Maybe I could even do me some 
good at the office if I got her to like my brand of cock. The chance came 
sooner than I expected. At an office party, I soon discovered that a lot of 
white ass would like to get a taste of some nigger nooky. And that included 
Perry. On the outside, she resembled a living doll. Tall, blonde, 
well-shaped with a well-scrubbed, wholesome, outdoors look to her 
peaches-and-cream complexion. All I could think of was driving my black tool 
into her blonde-haired cunt. At first, I thought making a doll like her was 
going to take a long time and required a lot of convincing from me. I was 
dead wrong. In fact, she made the first move. 

"We were standing in a corner of the room, everyone was talking and drinking 
and no one was paying any attention to us. Lifting a glass of champagne to 
her lips, Petty very calmly said, 'You're dying to make the scene in my 
cunt. Right?' 

"I gasped. Even the bolder, black girls from the ghetto aren't that brazen 
and forward. But I managed to affirm the accuracy of her statement. Yes, I 
did want to make the scene in her cunt. She laughed. "All you black boys 
really get a hard on for a tall, blonde type. Right?' 

"Again, I confirmed the accuracy of her statement. She nodded. Thought so,' 
she murmured as she sipped on her drink. Her bright, green eyes appraised 
every inch of my body. 'Heard you nigger fuckers are really hung. Right?' 

"I was juvenile enough to throw back my shoulders and utter a boast. 'Can 
only speak for myself. I'm hung, baby. And I tell you no lies.' 

"Her eyes flickered momentarily over my crotch, and I began to feel the meat 
stir in my trousers. 'Getting fucked by black meat appeals to me,' she said 
in her disgustingly open manner. 'But I don't go for that on-and-off again 
kind of fucking. Imagination is what makes my cunt blow good.' 

"A sense of uneasiness pervaded my entire mind and body. What did she mean? 
Was she a pervert like Abner? Were all whites abnormal about sex? Why 
couldn't they just be satisfied with fucking? I could see no thrill in the 
act of getting pissed on by some cunt squatting over my face. My common 
sense told me to forget about this white chick and clear the hell out. But 
my hatred of Abner kept me glued to the spot. Making the scene in a cunt he 
was after meant a great deal to me. 

"Somehow, I found my voice. 'I likes something different myself,' I said. 
"What you got in mind?' 

"She lowered her voice. Turns me on to watch other couples eat and fuck.' 

"I could hardly believe my ears. 'You mean a swap club kind of thing?' 

"Perry shook her head. 'Better than that blacky. I get my kicks by peeping 
in other people's windows. Bedroom windows,' she elaborated. 'While they're 
fucking in what they think is privacy, they go all out. Then my cunt gets 
all hot and bothered, and I want it right there and then.' She looked at me 
with a challenging glint in her eyes. 'Game?' 

'The woman was another sex nut, a pervert of the worst kind. And I could 
hardly believe my shaky voice as it said, 'Yeah. I'll do it with you.' 

" 'Thought you would,' Perry said in her cool, arrogant manner. 'Take me 
home after the party, and I'll show you what I've got in mind.' 

"If it wasn't for my hatred of Abner, I'd have chickened out. Now, I was 
convinced that all whites are mixed up when it comes to sex. This 

Perry was beautiful and wholesome looking on the surface but inside she was 
just as rotten and corrupt as the worst pervert on Skid Row. A few eyes 
turned our way when we walked out together. But when I tried to feel her up 
in the car, she slapped my hand. 

" 'Not yet,' she chastised me. 'I'm not ready. Don't be in a hurry. Don't 
you niggers ever think of anything but pussy?' 

"I got so sore I almost belted her in the mouth. Still, I remained silent 
and let her take charge of the action. That was my mistake. I should have 
thrown some black bone in her cunt and went home. But how was I to know I 
was dealing with the lowest, filthiest-minded slut in the entire world? 

"Petty drove me to the street where she lived, and took me up to her 
apartment. Still using her cold, contemptuous voice, she ordered, 'Take off 
your clothes. But don't try anything. I'll tell you what to do when the time 
comes.' 

"As I started to undress, another woman entered the room. An elderly but 
still attractive lady with a decadent look in her narrowed, gray eyes. She 
was wearing a robe. 

" 'This is my mother,' Perry said matter-of-factly. 'You're going to fuck 
her.' 

"A sharp kick in the nuts wouldn't have affected me more. I almost staggered 
backwards. I started to protest. But I was quickly silenced by the younger 
woman. 

" 'Mom likes to get her cookies off in different ways. And I like to watch. 
Any objections?' she asked me with her built-in sneer. 

"Finally, I found my manhood. 'Nothing doing,' I retorted. 'The agreement 
was your cunt. Not this old woman.' 

"This insult didn't appear to phase Perry's mother. She smiled slightly. 
'You've never been fucked 'till you've sampled what I've got to offer. Some 
people consider me a great artist.' 

"Perry chuckled. 'You sure are momma. When you fuck them, they never forget 
you.' 

"For some reason, this remark caused both of them to break out into noisy, 
unrestrained laughter. 

"Angrily, I tried to stop their laughter which sounded as though it was 
being directed against me. Was I going to be the butt of some macabre joke? 
'What are you going to do while I'm fucking your ma?' I asked Perry. 

" 'Oh, I'll be busy,' Perry assured me. 'A busy little bee.' 

"This remark brought on more laughter. But by now, it was much too late for 
me to back out. I was already in the nude and the old woman was inspecting 
my naked, black body. 'Hung nice,' she nodded as though confirming some 
question she had just silently asked herself. 'It'll do.' 

" 'Thought it would,' Perry replied. 'Niggers are hung big. This one is at 
any rate.' 

"The old lady looked up and stared at my nostrils. Again, she nodded her 
head in approval. 'Got those wide, niggery nostrils. He'll be able to smell 
real good.' 

"Then, Petty made a most mysterious statement. 'Betcha when he starts 
smelling, his bone will lengthen by a full inch.' 

"Her mother caught her breath. 'Yeah,' she nodded. 'And it'll lengthen when 
it's in my pussy. I'll be able to feel the actual movement.' And motioning 
to the bathroom, she added. 'Go and get ready. I can hardly wait.' 

" 'Now wait a minute,' I said uneasily. 'I'm not sure I want to take on both 
of you.' 

"Perry stared back at me with her arms, akimbo. 'Want to get a rape charge 
hung around your neck Mr. Poontang. Just do as your told and keep your 
goddamned big niggerry lips buttoned.' 

"My fists flexed but I didn't strike her. She wasn't kidding about hanging a 
rape charge on me. That would end my career in the whitey company, and me 
and my kid would be out on the street. But my hatred of whites was reaching 
the boiling point. Finally, I snapped, 'Let's get it over with. All white 
ass smells as far as I'm concerned.' 

"Perry turned her back on me and bent over slightly. Reaching back she 
parted one ass cheek and pointed her finger into the brown. 'How would you 
like to give me a great, big kiss right here.' 

"Before I could think of an appropriate reply, she disappeared into the 
bathroom. The old woman said, softly, 'Don't mind her, son. She's all right. 
We'll treat you right. You'll get your nuts off and you'll never forget us.' 

" 'Thanks,' I replied. 'But your daughter has got a nasty disposition.' 

" 'You'll grow to love her,' the old woman replied, cryptically. 'You'll 
even want to eat her shit.' 

"I froze. Did their special act have anything to do with bowel movements? 
'Look,' I protested, 'I'm perfectly normal. I don't go in for this way out 
stuff at all.' 

"Before the bony, old woman could reply, Perry returned from the bathroom. 
'All perfumed up for our hero,' she announced. 

"Her mother grunted, 'It's about time. Now, let's have some action. My cunt 
can hardly wait.' 

"Perry jerked a thumb towards the bed. 'On the bed you,' she snapped at me. 
'Lay down on your back and get it up. Bone up big, and black.' 

"Now, it was my turn to laugh; an ironic laugh. 'I'm no machine,' I replied. 
'Can't just get a bone on by pressing a button. There has to be some show of 
affection. So far, all I've got are a bunch of insults.' 

" 'Bullshit,' Perry snorted. 'Fucking doesn't have anything to do with 
affection love or any crock of bull crap like that. Pussy flesh against cock 
flesh, that's what fucking is all about.' 

"I flicked my soft penis. 'It's limp and gonna stay that way,' I assured 
her. 'Don't feel a thing for you. Love, lust, affection, nothing. And when 
there's nothing but a vacuum, there's no chance of me getting a bone on. No 
way.' 

" 'Want to bet,' Perry said as she planted her body in front of mine. 'Look 
at me,' she commanded. 'Look at my naked body. Look at my exposed cunt.' 

"I looked. There was plenty of meat over that frame. Firm, white, curvy, 
edible meat. And the blonde hairs around her pussy could have been sheer 
silk. 'Listen to me,' she said and for the first time her voice softened. 'I 
want to feel that long, yummy, black cock of bone slide slowly and gently 
between the lips of my cunt. Then, I want you to hit the cunt hard, fast, 
furiously until my entire body turns into a cunt, and there's nothing inside 
but your big, black banana. 

"All the while she was speaking, I kept looking down at the fur piece 
between her legs. And although I realized she was trying to tantalize me 
into boning up, and although I tried to fight against stiffening, my penis 
stirred and started to move forward. All the while her voice caressed my 
ears like a pair of silky lips. 

" 'Darling, while that black bat is banging deep inside the pussy palace, 
those thick, red lips of yours are crushed against mine, your tongue is 
twisting inside my mouth, and that tall, hard, black body is fused against 
my soft, white one. And while you're fucking me, I can just see my fingers 
poking in and out of your black asshole. And oh, sweetheart, your pounding 
prick feels so yummy deep inside my groin groove.' 

"My reverie of this beautiful act was rudely shattered by the old woman's 
cackling voice. 'He's got a bone on,' she said and pointed to my erecting 
penis. Yes, it was true. In spite of everything, I stiffened up. The meat 
slowly ascended into the angle of the fuck. The whaleskin black cockhead 
ballooned, and the skin at the root of the head throbbed like a fish gulping 
for air. 

"Perry's mother nodded her head. 'He's ready, and so am I.' 

"Then, Perry did a very peculiar thing. She reached back with one hand and 
fingered inside her ass. Then, he held the fingers of her browned hand under 
her nostrils. 'Hmmnnn,' she smiled. 'Smells good. Okay, let's have our fun.' 

"I had a sinking sensation that I was going to have very little fun. But I 
had no choice. Reclining on the bed, my cock remained rigid and aching for a 
blow off. But how was I going to get fucked? 

"The answer was spelled out to me all too quickly. As soon as I stretched 
out on my back, the old woman straddled my cock and after a bit of trouble 
managed to stick the head past her dried up lips and into the twat. The 
tunnel was so tight I thought she'd break my penis into two parts. 

"But there wasn't time to dwell on that very real danger. Perry was getting 
into the act and in a way that meant no joy for myself. 

" 'Here I come,' she announced, gaily and straddled my head with her face in 
the direction of her mother. Trembling, I looked up to view her two, 
massive, white cheeks of ass. Was she going to piss on me in bed? No, that 
wasn't possible. Her pussy wasn't over my face. Instead, she spread the 
cheeks of her ass as far apart as possible and sat down over my face. As the 
ass flesh parted, the rectal hairs bit into my eyes and my nose found itself 
against her asshole. 

" 'No,' my muffled voice cried up. 'This is ... torture. Get off my face. 
You ... smell. You smell like shit.' 

" 'Of course, I do,' Perry told me, giggling. 'I just crapped. And I didn't 
bother to wipe. Good smelling,' she called down to me. 

"If I possessed more will power I'd have tossed her to the floor. But my 
prick was lodged deeply inside her mother's box, and I simply had to crack 
my nuts. If I wanted my fuck, I'd have to put up with Perry's smelly ass. 
When I made no overt move to disentangle myself, the two women decided I was 
going to go through with the unnatural perversion. 

" 'Go mother,' Perry called out to the old woman. 'Fuck the nigger. Give it 
to me good. He's smelling my ass. He's got his nose stuck up my brown and 
really loving it.' 

" 'He knows what's good,' the old lady cackled, and began to bounce up and 
down over my cock. At first, the going was rough. The ancient orifice was 
almost bone dry. She looked worried. 'Dry,' she called out to her daughter. 
'Cunt's still dry. Juice it up for me. Give me some special juice.' 

"My education was quickly enlarged to include the definition of special 
juice. Perry reached back, and ran a hand under her shitty ass. The brownish 
smear was now a blend of natural rectal secretions and my saliva. When her 
fingers were nicely coated with this brew, Perry reached over and patted the 
lips of her mother's pussy. 

"The elderly woman squeezed her eyeballs shut. 'Keerist it feels good when 
you juice up my pussy, daughter. Those magic fingers of yours are making my 
own juices run again.' 

"Perry merely smiled. Wiping her ass again with her hand, she slopped up 
another handful of smeary secretions and dabbed them into the crack. The 
odor became nauseating but I was trapped. I wriggled this way and that but I 
was trapped, a prisoner to the unnatural lusts of a demented white mother 
and daughter team. However, one good thing came out of the smelly mess. My 
cock bone began to slide much easier in and out of the old woman's box. And 
surprisingly, she began to show an almost athletic dexterity. The cheeks of 
her ass bounced up and down over my cock like a couple of rubber balls. 
Then, a terrible thing happened! 

"Perry reached over and began to hug and caress her mother. The old woman 
did likewise. Pressing their lips together, they acted like a couple of 
sweethearts. 

" 'Oh daughter,' the older woman cooed. Tou treat my cunt so beautifully.' 

"Perry's eyes were riveted on the area of her mother's genitals, the place 
where the black tool kept sliding in and out of the gray-furred pussy hole. 
'And you fuck just beautifully mother. I just adore watching you fuck.' 

"Her mother's ass moved even faster as the orgasm approached. Reaching down, 
she took hold of her daughter's clitoris and began to masturbate the girl. 
Perry's eyes rolled crazily around. 

" 'Oh mom,' she gurgled, 'no one jacks me off like you do.' 

"The sight of this incestuous bit of lesbianism turned me on like nothing 
ever did before. All of a sudden, Perry's ass no longer nauseated me. To the 
contrary, the odor of her shit and my saliva became a fragrant blend, an 
exotic, erotic mixture that poured more starch into my already rigid staff. 
And instead of passively allowing the old woman to do all the work, I 
started to assist her in the fuck. As she slid down my cock, I thrust my 
hips forward. 

"She grunted. 'He's fucking me back now. Can almost feel the nigger's dong 
in my tonsils.' 

"Perry's trembling voice cried out. 'Fuck her. Fuck my mother,' and she 
spread her legs farther apart to permit the old woman's fingers to better 
manipulate the she-cock. 

"I couldn't help myself. Sticking out my tongue, I started to suck and lap 
at the greasy but now blood burning secretions that were still lining the 
valley of Perry's rear end. True to the old woman's prediction, I was 
literally eating her daughter's shit. And loving it! And the more I sucked, 
the hotter I grew, the more feverish, and the wilder my body thrashed back 
and forth. My prick did feel as though it was imbedded in the old woman's 
throat. 

"I could hear Perry's savage orders to me. 'That's it, black ass lover, wipe 
my ass with your tongue. Faster, harder, deeper but that tongue's got to get 
in my ass and wipe.' 

"My tongue was wiping a white girl's smelly ass! Now, as the cream in my 
testicles surged uncontrollably through the shaft towards the exit through 
the eye of my cockhead, there was no time for shame or regrets. All that 
mattered was the blow-off and regardless of the degredation to which I, a 
proud black man, was being subjected to. The dryness in the old woman's cunt 
was a thing of the past. My prick slid easily up and down the groove that 
was well-oiled from her own bodily secretions and from the shit of her own 
daughter's ass. 

'"I ... I'm coming apart,' the old crone gasped, glassy-eyed. 

" 'Meee tooo mmmother,' Perry hissed through partly closed lips. 

"Lifting the cheeks of Perry's ass up, I shouted aloud, 'Cracking ... my 
nuts are cracking ...' 

"Whether or not we all climaxed at the same time was immaterial. But wave 
after wave of orgasms shook the bodies of Perry, her mother and myself. It 
seemed to me that I discharged the biggest load of semen in my entire life. 
When we disentangled, there was cunt and cock cream all over the bed. The 
secretions from Perry's ass were also in evidence over the sheets. 

" 'He's got talent,' the old woman praised me. 

"Perry nodded. 'He gave me the hottest ass wipe of my life. His tongue fit 
perfectly into my brown.' 

"Despite the weakened condition of my body, my mind began to function again, 
and when it did, I felt shame, revulsion and contempt for both the women and 
myself. These two incestuous lesbians were white, and my distaste for whitey 
grew even more intense. But I was trapped in my job. I had to continue and 
associate with whites at the office although I hated every minute..." 

ANALYST: Did your growing bitterness against whites hinder your efficiency 
at the office? 

W: I didn't think so. But after Abner started fucking my wife, he used every 
opportunity to make me feel cheap and low. A: He taunted you openly about 
his relationship with your wife? 

W: Yes. First, everyone laughed at me. But after the office party when I 
went home with the blonde, they all hated me. 

A: The other office people found out about your experience with the blonde 
woman? 

W: Yeah. Perry blabbed her big mouth all over the place. She never did like 
blacks, and she spread the word I preferred to fuck her old mother. 

A: But you stuck to your job. W: I had no choice. But I was in a jam. The 
whites openly resented me, and the other blacks hated me. Called me an Uncle 
Tom for associating with whites. 

A: Admittedly you were in a difficult position. What did you do? 

W: Nothing. That's where I made my mistake. Did nothing but turn inward and 
brood. One week-end, I almost went nuts. Had a nervous breakdown. 

A: Is that when you turned to your daughter for help? 

W: Yeah. Linda's only sixteen but she's mature for her age. She understood. 
A: How did she help you? 

WILLY: "This week-end when it all happened, I started to hit the bottle real 
hard. The dirty, white bastards at the office were making my life hell. That 
black bitch of a wife was out fucking a white man. I felt all alone and 
betrayed by everyone. Then, my daughter Linda returned from a date, and I 
told her everything. How her mother was unfaithful to me with a white man, 
and how the whites at the office were treating me. 

"Linda slipped her arm around my neck and sat on my lap. The cheeks of her 
curvy ass felt so soft and comforting. Suddenly, I realized that she'd grown 
up. Her tits flattened against my chest and I inhaled the sweet and natural 
perfume of her young body. My arm tightened around her waist. 

" 'Don't ever have anything to do with whites,' I advised her. 'They're 
nothing but trouble.' 

"When she didn't reply, I looked into her pretty, black face and asked, 
'Have you been having sexual relations with a white boy?' 

" 'Not a boy,' she admitted. 'A white man. An old white man.' She hastened 
to add. 'But he's real nice, daddy. Kind and patient. He taught me how to 
fuck. All whites aren't bad.' 

"I felt too weak to get enraged. Tears rolled down my face. 'Oh honey, I'm 
so disappointed with you. First your momma. Now you. And you're all I've got 
left.' 

"Linda took hold of my hand and pressed her warm, sensuous lips against 
mine. 'Now, daddy, I love you. But you listen. It's not right to be bitter 
against all whites. They're just people same as us.' 

"I shook my head. 'No, they're not. I ought to have that dirty, old white 
man locked up. What does he do to you.' 

"Linda dropped her hand over my dormant cock. 'This thing wouldn't come up 
for him. I made it stiff again, and he gave me money. But only because he 
was so grateful.' 

"I shuddered. Like all parents, I wanted to picture my little girl as 
remaining sweet and pure throughout her entire life. 'How did you get mixed 
up with that kind of white trash?' 

"Linda explained. 'Why daddy, he's not white trash. He's old Mr. Barnstead, 
your big boss at the office. Remember when you were getting interviewed for 
your job. Mr. Barnstead wanted to talk to each member of your family alone. 
Kind of gave him an idea the kind of man you were.' 

"I nodded. Yes, I remembered the incident quite well. When I was being 
considered for my job this old cat Barnstead interviewed my wife and 
daughter as well. Claimed it gave him a picture of the kind of family he was 
hiring on his team. Then, he invited Linda to his house to meet his family. 
Suddenly, I got the picture. 

'"Is that when he fucked you?' I demanded to know. 'When he was supposed to 
be interviewing you?' 

"Linda replied in the affirmative. 'When I got to old Mr. Barnstead's 
house,' she went on, 'he was alone. His own family was away. But he said he 
wanted me to have one of his daughter's dresses that she had out-grown. It 
was the most beautiful dress I'd ever seen. I could hardly wait to try it 
on.' 

" 'Sure honey,' Mr. Barnstead said. 'You go into my daughter's room, and 
slip it on. No trouble at all.' 

"Naturally, Linda raced into the bedroom, and took off her clothes. That's 
when Barnstead entered. For an instant my daughter was frightened. Then, she 
recovered when she realized the old man was actually frightened looking. 
'Sorry, if I frightened you,' Barnstead said. 'But I've never seen a black 
girl before. Without her clothes. Didn't think you'd mind if I kind of 
peeked at your lovely, black, naked body.' 

"Proud of her figure, Linda smiled and told him to look all he wanted. She 
stood in front of a mirror in order for him to drink in her beauty from the 
back as well as the front. 

" 'You're black all over,' he breathed with difficulty. 'Even ... your ass 
and inside the buttocks ... it's black. Black as India ink.' 

"Linda assured him. 'Oh yes,' and bent over in order to peek all the way up 
her ass. 

"The old man continued to look flustered. 'Would you mind if I ... touched 
your body?' he asked, timidly. 

"Linda smiled. 'Sure. Go ahead. Where do you want to touch?' 

"Whitey approached her. 'Your tits... they're so firm, so black. The nipples 
look like black raspberries. Your stomach is flat and the belly button 
twists so delightfully.' By the time his eyes dropped over her cunt, the old 
fool was slobbering openly from the lips. 'Cunt,' he breathed almost 
inaudibly. 'Your cunt is a work of art. Hardly any hair at all. Just like a 
virgin girl.' 

"By this time Linda was getting excited. Flattered to receive the attentions 
and praise of an important white man, she turned around. 'Look at my 
cheeks,' she said. 'My boyfriend likes my ass best of all.' 

"Old Barnstead's hands dropped over the gently sloping buttocks. 'Yes,' he 
murmured. 'Delightful hills. And ever so delightful valley.' His fingers 
crept down the slope of ass flesh and lodged at the very base of the valley 
into her hair-encrusted asshole. Linda pressed herself against his sloppy 
belly and shoved her cunt tight against his groin. Then, she reached down, 
took hold of his penis to assess the results of her play. 

"Surprised, she uttered, 'Why, it's still soft. My boyfriend stiffens up 
right away when I touch him down there.' 

"Sadly, the old man took out his penis and displayed the shrivelled up wormy 
looking piece of meat. 'Impotent,' he blubbered. 'Can't get a hard on 
anymore. I'm through. Over the hill. Thought when I saw a naked, young black 
girl, it would stiffen up again ... But it hasn't.' 

" 'It will!' Linda said, emphatically. 'You've just told yourself you're 
old. You're not! Bet you can still take care of a young girl and make her 
happy.' 

"Barnstead shook his head. 'Won't come up. Won't, won't, won't. I'm 
through.' 

"Linda patted his hand. 'Now, you just relax. Is there someone special you 
want to fuck but can't?' 

'The old man looked away, ashamed, embarrassed. 

"The truth!' Linda demanded. "Who do you want to really fuck?" 

"Averting his eyes, the gray-haired, gray-faced, pot-bellied, old degenerate 
said, 'My daughter.' But he hastily added. 'I haven't. 

Can't get up the nerve. My wife watches me like a hawk.' 

"Linda understood. She had already taken courses in psychology at school. 
'That's why you can't get a bone on anymore,' she told the man. 'Frustrated. 
But I got an idea. You just relax old cockman and watch me.' 

"Assessing the situation, Linda knew exactly what to do. Although she didn't 
put on any undergarments, she slipped the dress of the old man's daughter 
on. Smiling, she said, "Now, we're going to pretend I'm your daughter. We're 
both about the same size, same build. And I'm wearing her dress.' Walking 
over to the dressing table, she sprayed herself with perfume used by his 
daughter. 'Now, I smell like your daughter.' Lowering her voice, she winked, 
flirtatiously, 'Take me father. Fuck me 

"The change in Barnstead was immediate and dramatic. The desire for his 
daughter was so strong that he began to visualize Linda as the object of his 
long suppressed lust. The blackness of her skin grew white, the odor of 
perfume tantalized his nostrils. 

" 'Yes,' he nodded bug-eyed. 'You are my own daughter.' 

"Linda nodded. Slowly, cock teasingly, she lifted up her dress to reveal the 
young, female genitals. 'This is what you want daddy, dear,' 

Linda whispered. 'Take them. I want to fuck you, too.' 

"Barnstead swallowed hard. For years he hat been fantasizing just such a 
situation. Even when he fucked his own wife, he was really screwing his own 
daughter in his mind. And now, fantasy had turned into reality. Here was his 
daughter offering her cunt and entire body. 

"Barnstead's cock burned. 

"Linda reached out and let the tips of her fingers trail along the shaft. 
'Nice daddy dear,' she smiled. 'I'll make it come for you.' Her fist curled 
tightly. 'How? Tell me how you want to blow your fatherly fuck stick.' 

"He could hardly get out the words. Finally he muttered. 'Jack me off 
daughter dear. That's what I've always wanted you to do.' 

" 'Of course daddy,' Linda replied, softly 'I'll do whatever you want me to 
do.' 

"Disrobing, old Barnstead took Linda into the bathroom where he wanted Linda 
to execute a rather special kind of masturbation on him. Immediately, he 
plopped himself down on the toilet and spread his legs. The tip of his 
cockhead was aimed directly towards the ceiling. Linda remained puzzled. 

" 'You sure you want me to jack you off while you're squatting over the 
John?' she asked. 

"The old man nodded. He had visualized this fantasy for such a long time, he 
knew precisely what had to be done and how. 

" 'Straddle my legs,' he ordered. 

"When Linda did as instructed her pussy made immediate contact with the old 
man's face. But instead of turning away, he sighed. 'Now stroke me off,' he 
murmured, happily. 'While you pump my cock bone with your hand, I'll eat 
your cunt, daughter dear.' 

" 'Groovy,' Linda cried, delightedly. 'I get to blow my load, too.' 

"The simultaneous act of masturbation and cunnilingus took place without any 
problems at all. The almost hairless twat of my daughter disappeared into 
Barnstead's mouth while Linda jacked his bone with an expertise far beyond 
her years...." 

ANALYST: Did Linda's confession make you decide to have sexual relations 
with her? W: Yes. The sixteen-year-old girl was so mature and understanding, 
it frightened me. If anyone could help me, she could. A: Did you grow more 
embittered against whites? 

W: No. Old Barnstead turned out to be human like the rest of us. In spite of 
his position, he wasn't any happier, or free from problems than poor blacks 
in the ghetto. 

A: Then the fact your daughter was intimate with a white man didn't disturb 
you? W: In a way it did. But Linda knew what she was doing. Sooner or later, 
old Barnstead would actually fuck her. That I couldn't prevent. At least, I 
decided to fuck her first. A: And so, you became intimate with your own 
daughter. 

WILLY: "That's putting it mildly. As Linda told me about Barnstead, the 
erotic scene that transpired between them excited me, and by the time she 
finished talking, my penis had erected in her hand. Linda squeezed the shaft 
to let me know that she understood what had happened. 

" 'Can't do it,' I said. 'Can't fuck my own daughter. That's perversion, 
something whitey does. But I'm a black man, and a proud one. I got 
integrity.' 

"Linda only smiled. 'That's why everyone always shits on you, daddy. You've 
got integrity, and they know it and take advantage of you. If you're going 
to work in whitey's world you've got to play his game. Only better.' 

"I was astounded at my young daughter's wisdom, and attitude. 'How come you 
know so much?' I asked, suspiciously. 'You're only sixteen.' 

" 'Black girls grow up quickly,' she informed me. 'Besides, momma has been 
two-timing you for years. I learned a lot watching her fuck all her boy 
friends.' 

"I kept shaking my head. 'Just because your momma was a no good shit don't 
mean I should be likewise.' 

"Linda began to grow irritated. 'You don't understand poppa. Mom was doing 
what came naturally. And a lot of her boy friends gave her money ... money 
to keep the house going. Can't you understand, there's nothing wrong about 
any kind of behavior if you're doing what comes naturally. That way, you're 
true to yourself. Mom's no phony. But I'm beginning to think you are.' 

"All the time, Linda kept fondling my penis. Finally, the meat quickened 
upwards. 

"I replied. 'Fucking my own daughter isn't doing what comes naturally.' I 
didn't sound too convincing. 

"Linda pointed out. 'If fucking me wasn't natural, you wouldn't be getting a 
hard on when I play with your cock.' And without waiting for me to utter 
another phony protest, my precocious daughter unzipped my fly and dragged 
the unresisting length of prick into the open. She stared down at the 
pecker. 

" 'You're hung okay, poppa,' she informed me. 'Long and hard and that 
beautiful cock head's making me drool.' " She looked puzzled. 'Wonder why 
momma was always screwing around with another man. You should have been able 
to stuff her cunt good with that kind of sausage.' 

" 'Your momma wasn't natural,' I replied, solemnly. 'She wasn't content to 
just let me throw a fuck in her. She was always begging for something 
special. What she really meant was something abnormal.' 

" 'Such as?' Linda wanted to know. 

"I shuddered. 'She'd want to swap around with other couples. Once she even 
suggested that it would turn her on if she pissed over my face while I 
jacked off. Stuff like that.' I sneered. 'She belongs with whitey. They're 
all doing stuff like that. I got integrity.' 

" 'Shit on your integrity,' Linda said, disgustedly. 'Where did it ever get 
you? Your wife left you, and whitey is out to make life miserable for you at 
the office." She grew impatient. 'Damn it all, it's not the color of your 
skin folks object to. It's your goddamned my-shit-don't stink attitude 
you've got because you think you're so loaded with integrity. Forget 
integrity and let people accept or not accept you as you are.' 

" 'I... I just can't fuck you,' I insisted. 

"But Linda wouldn't take such a negative answer or attitude. Try it, and if 
you still feel disgusted about having a ball with your own daughter, forget 
it. Be miserable. But just try and groove just once and you'll find whitey 
will accept you a hell of a lot easier.' 

" 'Piss on whitey,' I spat. 

"Again, Linda shook her head. 'You can't afford to piss on whitey. You've 
got to work for him. Now,' she demanded to know. 'Do you fuck me or do you 
not fuck me?' 

"There was no denying the state of my erection. Would I have a hard on if I 
wasn't physically attracted to my own daughter? Clearly, I did want to screw 
Linda. The fact that she was my daughter didn't seem to be making much 
difference to my penis. And once I sunk it into her twat hole would I feel 
any less pleasure because she was my daughter. There was only one way to 
find out. I had to fuck my daughter! 

" 'I'll fuck you,' I said at length. 'But in a normal way.' 

" 'A natural way,' Linda corrected. 'Natural is normal regardless what you 
do. What is important is your desire to perform a certain act.' 

" 'All right,' I conceded with a release of breath. 'Natural is normal. I'll 
tell you what I really want. But when I do, you're going to throw up and 
have nothing more to do with me.' 

" 'Try me,' Linda said, jubilantly. 

"My lips worked and for a while, no words would filter through. Finally, I 
coughed out my horrible desires. 'I want to start fucking you. But when I 
feel myself ready to unload, I want to pull out and finish the fuck in your 
mouth. In brief, I want to blow my load in your mouth, and I want to see you 
swallow every drop of my love liquid.' 

"Linda clapped her hands. 'That's not abnormal. Men have been making that 
kind of request for millions of years. Don't you understand? You want to 
feel so close to me, you want to cement the bond of our relationship by 
giving me something utterly personal and private. Something you've never 
given another woman including momma.' She stared at me, curiously. 'You've 
never had a desire to fuck momma in the mouth have you?' 

" 'No,' I admitted. 'It's very strange. You're the only female I've wanted 
to punk in the mouth and drop a red, hot load of semen.' 

" 'Figures,' Linda said. 'I'm the only female you really feel close to. And 
darling poppa, I've been wanting you to fuck me in the mouth for the longest 
time. Momma doesn't know what she's missing.' 

"The act of incest between my daughter and myself took place in the bedroom. 
And once I pushed my prick in her cunt, I couldn't tell the difference 
between this one and any other cunt-hole. Reaching under, I grasped both 
cheeks of my daughter's ass as her legs scissored my waist. As I fucked, I 
goosed her shithole, and in no time at all, the pressure of the semen told 
me that I was ready to ejaculate. 

"Exerting tremendous willpower, I pulled my cock out of the dripping cavity 
and raised myself up on my knees. Linda sat up, too. As she opened her 
mouth, I aimed my cockhead for her gullet. The soft and tender lips of my 
daughter closed over the rod of bone. There wasn't time for more than one or 
two thrusts before my nuts hurled out the semen. Cream puddled out of the 
corners of Linda's lips but she kept on sucking and swallowing until the 
meat cannon wilted and grew lifeless. 

"When I pulled out, I realized there was nothing wrong or harmful or 
abnormal about incest. There was nothing wrong with white skin or black 
skin. Sex or color could never harm anyone. Only attitudes destroyed ..." 

CONCLUSIONS TO CASE HISTORY TWO 

All of his adult life, Case Subject Willy J. struggled for a place in the 
white man's world. While married, he worked his way through a state college 
and held down a full time job during the day. On graduation, he finally 
managed to get a job in a white-controlled business where he was not 
entirely accepted by'all the white people. The years of struggle had left 
Willy J. embittered and with a chip on his should-der. While he demanded his 
rights from white society, he resented and hated whites. Throughout his 
years of schooling and up until the time of his employment, he was possessed 
with one dominating theme in life: to prove himself better than the white 
man. 

The negative and belligerent attitude affected Willy J. in many ways and 
especially his capacity to perform and enjoy life. Determined to excel, he 
adopted a holier-than-thou-art attitude which spilled into his sex life. 
Eventually, his dissatisfied wife became unfaithful and left him for a white 
man. When the pressures of living grew too intense, Willy J, turned inward, 
and sought refuge in the arms of his own daughter, a precocious and mature 
girl of sixteen. 

The incestuous affair helped the case subject find himself. He realized 
ultimately that attitudes rather than skin pigmentation influenced and 
developed character. 

 CASE HISTORY THREE 

Case Subject: Winifred K. Sex: Female Age: 41 

Marital Status: Divorced 

Occupation: Woman's Lib Leader 

Sexual History: Has sexual relations with her own twelve-year-old son. 
Distrusts all mature males whom she regards as exploiters of women. 
Occasionally is inclined towards a lesbian experience but insists on 
training her son to become a competent lover. 

INTERVIEW ONE 

During the interview Case Subject Winifred K. grew violent at times when she 
recalled certain incidents with her husband and other lovers whom she felt 
took advantage of her as a woman. Under hypnosis, it was discovered that she 
had sexual relations with her own father whom she grew to hate. 

ANALYST: Do you hate all men? WINIFRED: Yes! A: Why? 

W: The bastards have been taking advantage of women since Adam and Eve. From 
now on, things are going to change. 

A: Did your husband leave you? 

W: I left him! 

A: Why? 

W: I just got sick and tired of being exploited. All he ever wanted was 
someone to cook for him and fuck him. I willingly gave up both jobs. A: Do 
you have normal sex drives? W: Very normal. A: What do you do? 

W: I'm not ashamed to say I let Lonnie sleep with me. 

A: Your son? W: Yes. 

A: You have sexual relations with your son? W: Yes. At least, I'm training 
him. He'll know how to treat a woman when I get through with him. 

A: He's not entirely satisfactory as yet? W: Not entirely. But he's 
learning. A: In the meantime, how are you getting complete satisfaction? 

W: A few of the other women in the Lib movement are in the same boat. We 
fuck each other. A: Lesbian activities? 

W: If you want to use that word. A woman knows how to treat another woman's 
cunt. A: Aren't you afraid your son will become effeminate in a completely 
feminine environment? 

W: Oh no. When I fuck him, or some of the other girls in the movement take 
over his training, we treat him as a man. But the kind of man a woman will 
be proud of someday. 

A: You appear bitter when it comes to men. 

W: I have every right to be bitter. However, I'm not letting it destroy me 
like so many other women. I'm doing something about it. 

A: Do you have these feelings of bitterness against your own father? 

W: Especially against him. 

A: Why? Be precise. 

WINIFRED: "The first prick that ever barged its way into my cunt belonged to 
my old man. A dirty, old man. I was eleven at the time, and had just reached 
puberty. I had never been fucked although I was curious enough about the 
business of getting laid. On warm, summer evenings I'd sneak along the river 
bank and watch couples fuck. Even at that age, I questioned the position of 
the man getting on top of the woman. Why did the man always have to be the 
aggressor, and exert his dominancy over the woman even in the position he 
fucked her? 

"My old man was a foreman in a foundry. A big, thick-headed, ignorant slob 
who made life miserable all day for the men who worked for him. At night, 
he'd return home for mom and myself. He was a drinker, a chaser and a 
pathological liar. I hated his guts. And I hated him even more when he 
started to expose his cock in my presence every chance he got. A lot of 
times, he'd leave the bathroom door open and he undressed to take a bath, or 
when I was inside taking a leak, he'd barge in and watch. At age eleven, I 
wanted to get fucked but not by him. 

"Then, one night mom went to visit her folks and wouldn't return until the 
next day. The minute the old man came home from work, he told me to undress. 

" 'Time you learned how to use that tight, little cunt of yours,' he told 
me. 'No sense letting someone else break it in. And once you get fucked by 
your old man, you'll never forget him.' And without even waiting for my 
reply, he unzipped and took out his tool. He already had a bone on. 

"In spite of my revulsion for him, I couldn't help staring at the stiffened 
meat. It wasn't the first time I'd seen one but looking at one close up was 
an education. I was surprised at the angle the bone made with his body. The 
cock-head was staring directly up at the ceiling. How could it ever enter a 
cunt? I wondered in awe. The coloring of the skin fascinated me, too. The 
penile shaft was on the pinkish side while the head was a blend of red and 
crimson. And the old fart was heavy with come because out of the eye, one, 
large drop of cream wriggled through and slid crookedly down the under 
shaft. I caught just a glimpse of the soft-skinned, hairy nuts inside the 
pants. 

"Father sniggered. 'Looks good doesn't it daughter?' 

"Shaking my head, I backed away. 'No,' I forced out my reply. 'Mom would get 
sore if she knew.' 

"His ugly face became even uglier. 'Fuck that old bat. I haven't screwed her 
for years. She's the lousiest piece of tail I ever had. Been waiting till 
your pussy developed. Well, you're ready. You're gonna get my fucking 
whether you like it or not.' 

"Panic-stricken, I turned and bolted. The only room with a lock on it in the 
entire house was the bathroom. But I didn't quite reach safety. Father 
chased me and before I could turn and lock the door, he barged his way 
inside. Mean-tempered and out-of breath now, he slapped me across the face. 

" 'Do as you're told goddammit,' he cursed. 'Take off your clothes and fuck 
me. No tricks,' he warned. 

"Whimpering, and brushing the tears from my eyes I slowly complied with the 
bully's orders. He removed his garments, also. When he turned to stare at my 
naked, young body, the bug-eyed man gripped the shaft of his tool in order 
to prevent a premature ejaculation. 

" 'Young pussy,' he kept muttering. 'It's the only kind that turns me on.' 
And in order to confirm the hairless state of my virginal cunt, he dropped 
to his knees and stared scientifically at the crack and adjacent area. 
"Virgin tight,' he said, pleased as he fingered the slit. 'I'll be the first 
one in. The first time in my whole, fucking life that something good 
happened to me.' 

"Despite my young age, my reason prompted me to shout. 'But I'm your 
daughter. You're my father. It's wrong for you to fuck me. That's ...' and I 
had to grope for the word. Finally, I screamed, 'incest. That's incest.' 

"That stopped my father for only a few seconds. Finally, a lewd grin 
distorted his Frankenstein-like face. 'If there was anything wrong with it, 
how come I got the stiffest bone on in my whole life?' His eyes were blazing 
with the lust fever. 'Gonna fuck you daughter. Gonna fuck you good. Gonna 
get the happiest fuck of my whole stinking life.' 

" 'No,' I pleaded and backed away. Stumbling over the toilet, I sat down on 
the bowl. 

"Father nodded, happily. 'You just stay put on the John while I prepare 
myself. This cock specialist friend of mine told me how he fucks. Been 
wanting to try out his method for years.' His voice trembled with the 
excitement of anticipation. 'It may be kind of weird but it's guaranteed to 
blow out my entire innards.' 

" 'Don't do nothing ... abnormal,' I begged. Some of the older more 
experienced girl friends of mine told me about perverts and the strange way 
they had to have sex or they couldn't blow off their nuts. One weirdo asked 
a girl friend to shit on him while he jacked off. Another wanted her to call 
him filthy names during intercourse. 

Of course, I'd heard horror stories of the creeps who had to beat the girl 
to get a bone on. Was poppa going to beat me? 

" 'Please let me go,' I made one more attempt to appeal to what little 
reason he possessed. 

"But the father-pervert was not even listening. He was too busy preparing 
himself for some sort of insanity he felt he had to have while he fucked. It 
didn't take long to determine the tactics he was going to employ. Father 
owned one silken dressing robe which he normally never wore. Now, he removed 
the long, silken belt from the robe. Bending over he very carefully stuffed 
the long cord up his asshole. The cord was so long that most of it must have 
found its way into his upper intestines. 

"My lips barely moved. "Why?" I gasped, horrified. 'Why are you doing such 
an insane thing? What are you going to do to me?' 

"Again, father chose to ignore me. Intent on the task of stuffing the silk 
object clear into the deepest recesses of his body, he heard nothing but his 
own selfish, self-centered thoughts. Finally, he achieved his goal. 

" 'Feels good,' he told himself as he tried to straighten up. He didn't 
quite make it. But standing hunched over like a big, hairy simian didn't 
appear to phase him. The thought that his bent-over stance made him resemble 
an animal pleased him. Turning to me, he said, 'Get off the can and let your 
old man sit down.' 

"When I stood up, I noticed that about three inches of the cord was dangling 
out of his asshole. The man did resemble an animal with a tail as he ambled 
carefully over to the toilet stool. I remained mystified, and begged for an 
explanation. 

"His face clouded. 'Just do as you're told. If it works good for me, I'll 
treat you with the silken cord fuck, too.' 

"With no alternative, I had to submit myself to his insane passion for 
incest. The groove of my tight cunt felt frozen. The last thing I wanted now 
was the feeling of hot cock. Certainly I didn't want it from this slob of a 
pervert who happened to be my father. 

"Dumping his flabby-cheeked ass down on the toilet seat, he spread his legs, 
lifted up his balls and then brought his legs close together. In this 
position, his nuts weren't in any danger of getting crushed. 

" 'Straddle me,' he commanded. And without waiting for me to make a move, he 
lifted me up by the waist and set me down over his prick that sloped upward 
like the Eiffel Tower. Holding me in the air with one of his powerful, 
working-man's hands, he lowered me slowly over the blood-filled knob of 
flesh atop the penile shaft. 

" 'Hurting me,' I cried out as the huge hunk of meat pressed against my 
tiny, hairless slit. 

"He frowned. 'Stop your bitching.' With his thick, blunt fingers, he pried 
apart my cuntal lips and held them open as he roughly inserted his cockhead 
between them. Releasing his grip, the labial lips closed in on the fleshy 
intruder. 

"I was just about to cry out again in protest when the sound evaporated in 
my throat. The feel of hot, fatherly prick inside my love hole filled my 
entire body, and every pore on my skin with a sensation of ballooning 
excitement. The walls of my vagina began to wriggle with anticipation for 
the rest of the incestuous tool. My mind kept telling me I was doing a 
terrible thing. But my desires, much stronger, urged me to complete the fuck 
and as quickly as possible. Forgotten now was the silken cord still lodged 
tightly up father's asshole. Thrusting upward and forcing me downward at the 
same time, the cockhead bullied its way through the narrow channel of my 
cunt. Suddenly, something inside ripped apart and I felt a hot, thick liquid 
flow out of the hole. Looking down, I was both horrified and excited at the 
sight of blood. 

" 'I broke the cherry,' father cried, exultantly. 'For the first time in my 
life I was first. The first one in your cunt.' 

" 'H ... hurts,' I stammered. But quickly added. 'Hurts good.' And the 
paradox was true. The extremely tight fit of cock in cunt created a 
distinctly disagreeable, strong, burning sensation along the inward cuntal 
tissues. At the same time, the heat of the alien, male meat, the rigidity of 
the bone, the softness of the cockhead made me want to sing a happy song. 

"Father's face tightened as he made one final thrust upward. The cockhead 
slopped its way to the farthest recesses of the tube. 'In,' he gasped, 
bug-eyed. 'All the fucking way in.' 

'There wasn't any doubt of that fact. My love hole was sheathed as 
completely as a sword resting in its scabbard. The nuts flattened up between 
my legs. 

"My eyes rolled back as I yelled out. 'Fuck me, father. Fuck your daughter. 
Give it to me. I'll take every inch. All of it. But please ... fuck me.' I 
must have looked deranged as bits of foamy spittle bubbled out the corners 
of my lips, and my shaky voice grew so loud and strident, the exhortations 
spun crazily around the room. 'FUCK ME FATHER,' I kept on shouting, 
tirelessly. 

" 'Yes, daughter,' he replied in a voice even shakier than mine. 'I'll give 
you every inch of my fatherly tool.' Grasping me tightly around the waist, 
he lowered me up and down over his pecker. As I felt the pole move, I was 
able to discharge more fluid from the walls of my vagina. This liquid 
greased the passage of the paternal pounder. 

" 'Yes, yes,' I breathed. 'That's it. All the way up. All the way down.' I 
was merely giving voice to the dictates of my pussy. The nerve endings 
cabled out explicit messages. In a matter of minutes, we established a 
certain rapport. As daddy eased the bone upwards, I dropped my ass downward. 
The rhythm of the fuck commenced. 

"Once the tempo of intercourse was established, Daddy reached under himself 
as though he was going to wipe his ass. He didn't of course. The silken cord 
was still deeply imbedded up the anal orifice. Grasping the end of the rope, 
he tugged it out a ways and then stuffed it back inside the hole again. He 
was literally goosing himself with the hemp. And as the tempo of our fuck 
increased, he grew more daring in his movements. He'd pull the cord out 
farther, and then stuff it in deeper. He was more than merely goosing 
himself with the cord, it quickly developed. Father was fucking himself from 
the rear as I pounded my pussy over his other end. 

"As I continued to bounce up and down father's cock, my fingers clawed at 
his hairy chest and all sorts of filthy obscenities spilled through my lips. 

"Father, too, took up the chant of lashing our lust by spilling out more 
obscene expressions. 'Boss my cock,' he urged as I took over charge of the 
fuck. 'You're doing just fine.' 

"Instinctively, I was displaying my aggressive nature by assuming full 
control of our fucking movements. And as my confidence increased, grew 
stronger, bolder, I reached under father and pulled his trembling fingers 
from off the cord. 'I'll rope-fuck your asshole,' I informed him. 

"At first my fingers hesitated as they gripped the cord. Had I over-reached 
myself? Father would be furious if I messed up this part of the action. I 
even lost the beat of the fuck. And the more I hesitated, the more panic 
leaked into the pores and tissues of my body. 

" 'Goddammit,' father sputtered. 'What in hell are you doing. Fuck me. Don't 
stop moving your twat. And screw that silk up my ass!' 

"First of all, I concentrated on re-establishing my dominancy over father's 
fuck stick. Forgetting my obligations for the moment to manipulating the 
silken cord, I started to move up and down the cock again at regular 
intervals. 

" 'That's it,' father winced ecstatically as the pussy pores burned into the 
skin of the bone. 'More of that. I could take more of that...' 

" 'Hold on old father fuck,' I whispered. 'I'll get this rope bit going 
again for you.' 

"Once I regained control over the front end, I was able to devote all of my 
attention to reaming out the rear end with the rope. This maneuver wasn't so 
easily accomplished. Dangling back and forth, it was difficult to grasp 
firmly. And once I held it between my thumb and forefinger, more dangers 
presented themselves, immediately. If I pulled too roughly, the entire 
length would come tumbling out. If I didn't yank it firmly enough, father 
would be unable to feel the necessary sensations for the orgasm. 

"By thorough trial and error and the determination to prove my dominancy 
over the male, I taught myself the movements required to fuck my father's 
asshole with the hairy hemp. Soon, I was able to co-ordinate both front and 
back action. 

" 'Yeah,' father exclaimed, his eyes shining. 'That's it, that's it.' 

" 'Hold on,' I shouted. 'I'm riding for a fall.' 

" 'Go,' daddy urged, 'go daughter. All the way. Blow me. Blow my fucking 
mind!' 

"The flowing juice turned my cunt into a soggy swamp. But that enabled me to 
pump all the faster and more furiously. My tiny, pear-like tits flopped up 
and down, and my long hair swirled around my head. 'All the way,' I coughed 
through my fevered, near blistering lips. 'Going all the way home.' 

"Father's glassy eyes turned round as doorknobs. His lips worked back and 
forth and he attempted to give me one final set of instructions. There was a 
certain, special something I had to do with the rope. Unfortunately, the 
words wouldn't come out. Again, I was on my own. And there was no more time 
for the luxury of a trial and effort run. Either I worked the rope right, or 
I'd spoil the entire fucking exercise. 

"Red-splotched, father's puffy face looked ghastly as galloped towards the 
climax. 'Rope,' he kept muttering through swollen lips. 'Pull.. .' 

"He was trying to tell me when precisely to pull out the rope. But by this 
time, I had already guessed his secret, or thought that I knew what to do. 

" 'Okay, father fucker,' I shrieked gleefully. 'I'll give it to you. I'll 
give it to you now. NOW ...' 

"And I pulled or rather yanked the cord out of his asshole with every ounce 
of strength I possessed. And I removed the hemp at the precise moment I felt 
the very first drop of semen fly out the eye of the cockhead. I knew he had 
pissed out a drop of cream as the tissues of my vaginal wall began to burn 
with a sensation I had never felt before. It had to be my father's cock 
cream! 

"When I tugged on the cord, I got the surprise of my life. The moment the 
asshole was released of its silken burden, air rushed into the old man's 
rectum to batter and browbeat its way against every organ inside his body. 
This pummeling sensation of air against his bodily organs, muscles and 
tissues created a whirlwind effect that almost tore the flesh from his 
bones. One result was to pressure the testicles to release more semen. And 
the stuff was propelled outward with the dynamics of a powerful explosion. 

"Salvos of gism fired into my cunt. 

" 'Oh wow,' I shouted. 'That's the greatest, the fuckingest, greatest thing 
that ever happened to me. More. Give me more.' 

"This last request was unnecessary. The maelstrom caused by the sudden 
yanking of the rope from father's asshole was still raging. And as long as 
this condition of turbulence existed within his testicles, the glands would 
continue to fling out secretions. 

"Experiencing its very first cock-induced orgasm, my pussy continued to work 
overtime, too. Certainly I had climaxed before during my many previous 
masturbatory sessions. But they were puny trickles compared to the sea of 
syrup that kept flowing out of my cuntal chambers. 

"Finally, the rivers of lust ceased flowing from our respective genitals. 
Disengaging from off my father's lap, I fell backwards and collapsed onto 
the floor where I remained staring down at my boodied and creamed-up pussy 
that had been awakened by my own father. I stared up at the man with 
ambivalent feelings. In a way, I still hated him for forcing himself on me. 
Yet, I loved him for permitting me to prove myself. 

"From the very beginning, at age eleven, I learned two things about my 
sexual capabilities. One, I was a natural fucker. Two, I was a natural 
dominant fucker. I had to boss the fuck. Without knowing it, I was already 
striking a blow for women's liberation ..." 

ANALYST: You both hated and loved your father? W: Yes. 

A: Did you associate these feelings with other men as you grew older? W: You 
mean, did I both love and hate them? A: Yes. 

W: I think that's a true assessment of my lifelong feelings for the opposite 
sex. I won't accept them as the boss. On the other hand, I'm normal enough 
to admit I love the male prick. As long as I get it my way. 

A: Your way? 

W: That's right. I do the aggressing. I call the movements. The male is an 
inferior breed who must submit. A: The hen-pecked type. 

W: No! Not at all! Now, you're showing your own prejudices against women. 
The last thing a dominant woman wants is a hen-pecked man. Not at all! 

A: What does she want in a man? W: My former husband Bertie typified 
everything I needed in a man. Then, he changed, went off the deep end. I had 
to leave him. A: He wanted to be the boss? W: He thought he did. A: Is that 
why you left him? W: No. 

A: But you just said he changed, went off the deep end. What do you mean by 
that? W: He turned to another woman. His own mother. After I caught him 
screwing his mother I had to leave him. Actually, I blame her more than 
Bertie for the break-up of our marriage. A: Why? 

WINIFRED: "If Bertie wanted to fuck his mom every now and then, I wouldn't 
have really minded. Every man needs a bit of a change. And his mother is a 
damned attractive woman. However, what ruined Bertie was the way she fucked 
her son. She assumed the meek, ultra-feminine role and let Bertie believe he 
was bossing the fuck. Apparently, Bertie had been sleeping with his mother 
for quite some time. By the time I caught them, it was really too late to 
help. The poor guy had been brain-washed. He was no good for me anymore. But 
I knew it was coming on for quite some time. He was changing, getting more 
and more dissatisfied with the way we fucked, or rather, the way I fucked 
him. 

"Naturally, I left my husband, and took our twelve-year-old son Benjamin to 
live with me. After a while I got the urge for male company and started to 
date. I was horrified to find that all men had this crazy superiority 
complex. They wanted to take charge of everything, and naturally they turned 
me off, completely. For relief, I started to masturbate but that wasn't the 
answer, either. Finding a docile sort of man who would submit to my dominant 
kind of womanhood seemed to be impossible. Their attitudes would simply have 
to change. 

"One day, quite by chance, I attended a meeting of the Woman's Freedom 
Forever Group, an organization fighting for the liberation of all womankind. 
And I realized that this group of dedicated women had the right idea. There 
were too few men around with the right attitude towards women. The Woman's 
Freedom Group was trying to educate men to accept women as either their 
equal or superior. After all, most women were stronger than men and lived 
longer, too. 

"Becoming active in the group, I inquired about sexual gratification. The 
attitude of the movement was simple. Until they converted men over to their 
way of thinking, they'd find sexual gratification amongst themselves. 
Lesbian activities had never appealed to me but I was growing desperate for 
a fuck, and I was curious. After one particular meeting of the group, the 
president announced that following refreshments, there'd be a few hours of 
sex play to relieve the tenseness of living without men. Everyone started to 
disrobe, and I undressed, too. Soon, the living room was filled with naked 
women of all sizes, shapes and colors. Quite a few blacks had joined the 
movement, too. But how did one woman fuck another woman? After living for 
years with one man, I was probably the most inexperienced in the group as 
far as multiple, lesbian activities were concerned. But I soon relaxed. The 
all-wise president of our group had thought of everything. 

"For the education of greenhorns like myself, the center of the room was 
cleared for a couple of women selected to demonstrate certain techniques 
required for this kind of fucking. One of the performers was an Amazon-built 
black woman, about six feet tall, solid but curvaceous body, full, shapely, 
niggery lips and a hard look on her face. Obviously, she was going to take 
the role of the more dominant partner. Her black clitoris, in a full state 
of erection, almost equaled the size of a medium-length, male dick. 

"There were a lot of excited comment about the way the black girl was built, 
and a lot of sighs as a few of the women began to play with their cunts. 

"The partner selected for the black girl was her complete opposite; blonde, 
intensely feminine, almost fragile with only a few wisps of fine hairs 
around the pussy. The short, hard stubble surrounding the black's gash 
looked sharp enough to draw blood. And the black stood at least head and 
shoulders above the petite, fair-haired girl. 

"A couch was shoved into the center of the room, an all necessary prop for 
the two performers. Then, and much to my own excitement, another article was 
given to the black Amazon. The object was long and slender as a full-blown 
prick. In fact, it even resembled one with a cockhead and a pair of nuts at 
the root of the shaft. Also, the artificial penis was colored black. The 
woman held it up for all to see. 

" 'This here's my prick,' she rasped out in her thick, negroid voice. 
'Called a dildo.' She gave the soft, pliable balls a tiny squeeze. A few 
drops of milky fluid dropped out the eye on the head. 'Balls are filled with 
warm milk,' she announced. 'When my partner's ready to come, I blows the 
load in the balls up her cunt. Gives the same feeling as cock juice.' 

" 'Right on,' came a chorus of delighted replies. One female voice piped up. 
'Who needs male, chauvinistic pigs when we can take care of ourselves?' 

"There were more cheers and a great deal of open admiration for the big, 
black woman. 'Wish that big, black momma would fuck me,' a girl in back of 
me whispered to another. 

"Another remarked quite loudly, 'I'd love to go down on that black cunt.' 

"Another, more imaginative white girl couldn't keep her eyes off the black 
ass. 'Like to throw a fuck up her ass,' she said without trying to lower her 
voice. 'First, I'd eat it and then when I got the asshole good and wet, I'd 
bend her over and drill the dildo straight into the black's brown.' 

" 'Hmmmnnnn,' another white girl drooled. 'Bet her ass smells divine when 
it's getting fucked.' 

"All of the lewd talk began to heat my own cunt up, and I could hardly wait 
for the action to commence. The ultra-feminine, blonde partner of the black 
was getting anxious, too. 

" 'Fuck me, momma,' she pleaded in a high-pitched whine. 'Drill my blonde 
cunt out with your great, big, bad, old tool.' 

" 'First, I gotta discipline you,' the mam-moth-titted black replied, 
harshly. Despite the flesh over her face, it looked hard and the glint in 
her eye suggested she didn't much like whites. And what did she mean by 
discipline? 

"The muscles of my stomach tightened as I watched the mannish black bind the 
white girl up with rope. Next, a whip was handed over to her. The whip, we 
were told, was made of a velvety material but nevertheless, it could do a 
certain amount of damage to the skin when wielded with force. 

"Gripping the whip, the big, black bitch snapped it through the air for 
practice. She growled out an explanation to the audience. 'It'll sting and 
draw blood. But it don't hurt much. Just enough to make you get a good-sized 
bone on.' 

"With this explanation, she made her final preparation by fitting the dildo 
into her cunt. The base of the penile shaft fitted between the cuntal lips, 
and the rod actually stuck up at the correct angle of the fuck. The two 
balls hung down, and did look very real. 

" 'Ready?' she asked her white, blonde partner. 

" 'Oh, yes momma,' came the immediate reply. 'Beat me good. Make me get a 
great big hard on. Then, fuck me. Drill your black bat into my cunt. 
Pulverize my pussy with your cunt cleaver. Hurry, hurry,' and she arched her 
spine as though she was going to throw her genitals over at the black lover 
woman. 

"The black lesbian lifted the whip and sent it smashing down over the 
blonde's back. She sagged to the floor on her knees. Flecks of blood spurted 
out from several breaks in her skin. 

" 'Blood,' some of the spectators cried out. 'More blood. Fuck up a storm of 
blood.' 

" 'Gotta train the white cunt-bitch,' the Amazon snarled as she lifted the 
whip again and brought it down hard across the bent-over back. This time, 
the white girl collapsed on her back. Her legs shot straight up in the air 
and landed on the couch. Now, she was laying with her back on the floor with 
the legs over the edge of the couch. Standing on the other side the black 
looked down at the gash of white womb meat. Measuring the distance with 
narrowed eyes, she lifted the whip and snapped it across her partner's 
belly. 

"For the first time, the white girl moaned in apparent pain. 'Hurts,' she 
gasped through clenched teeth. 'Pains like hell. But my cunt's tingling with 
joy.' She opened her eyes wider. 'Oh, black momma, tingle my cunt some more. 
Give it to me. Give me all you've got.' 

"The black one nodded her head. 'You gonna get all I've got blonde bitch. 
You gonna suffer. Only when you suffer right can I fuck you.' Then, she 
stepped back, spread her legs to give herself more leverage and whipped the 
belly and breasts of the blonde until her arms ached. 

"The girls in the audience started to go wild. Cheering, whistling, 
finger-fucking themselves, they grew more wildly enthusiastic with each 
flail of the whip. Although their response was contagious, I was not turned 
on. The sight and smell of blood didn't excite my female gonads at all. 

"The black woman was just the opposite. After her arms grew weary, she 
dropped the whip and fell onto her knees before the bared, blonde cunt. 
Blood was spurting out the supine girl from a hundred different cuts. 
Cupping both cheeks of the bleeding girl's ass with her massive palms, the 
Amazon stared hungrily at the pussy trench. 

" 'Got to eat,' she said, huskily. 'Gotta suck white poontang.' And before 
the excited and cheering audience, she dipped her tongue into the gash and 
began to lick-fuck the slot with all of the surrounding blood. 

"For a while, I thought the blonde girl was unconscious. But eventually, she 
opened her eyes to stare at the face of the black lover lesbian lapping a 
mouthful of juicy joy meat. Slowly, she raised up her legs and wrapped them 
around the neck of her sucking sweetheart. For the first time, she began to 
display a bit of initiative and aggressiveness. With her legs scissored 
around the black woman's neck, she could apply pressure which would bring 
the black face nearer or farther away from her box. 

"The Amazon didn't much like this display of strength on the part of the 
whipped girl. The beating was supposed to make her completely submissive. 
Something was going wrong. She pulled her face out of the swampy, sex slit. 

" 'Goddammit,' she cursed in a husky voice. 'I'm callin' the shots. Don't 
try to make me suck faster or slower with those legs of yours.' 

"But a strange transformation was taking place in the mind of the blonde 
bird. 'Eat me,' she hissed. 'Eat me my way.' And for emphasis, she flexed 
her legs which brought more pressure on the black. Her face slopped back 
into the gash again. 

" 'Now eat me black bitch,' the white one snarled. And without uttering 
another word, she reached over, seized the whip and proceeded to beat the 
huge, ebony creature. 

"A gasp surged across the room from the surprised spectators. 'The worm's 
turning,' one girl near me muttered. 'Hopes she beats the shit out of that 
black bully.' 

"As the whip crunched across the round, black face of the Amazon, she began 
to lose her aggressive characteristics. 'Okay white honey, I'll eat. I'll 
eat just the way you want.' The long, red tongue of the female fag flopped 
across rim of the love valley. 

" 'Now fuck me,' the blonde commanded. 'Fuck me my way.' 

"The black blinked. 'Your way?' she echoed, puzzled. 

"For answer, the blonde brought the whip down hard on her partner again. 
'Don't look so goddamned stupid. When I say shit you squat. Now we fuck my 
way. Get it?' 

" 'Yes, dear,' the black lesbian replied in a docile tone of voice. 'I 
understands.' 

"Both performers now positioned themselves on the couch. The blonde got on 
her back, the black on her knees in front. It looked as though the black was 
going to regain the dominant role. But this was definitely not the case as I 
quickly discovered. Although the blonde remained in the submissive position, 
she threw both legs around the neck of the other woman. Both her anal and 
cuntal orifice were now exposed. The long, black dildo was aimed at the cunt 
hole. 

" 'No!' the blonde shouted. 'Not in my cunt. Fuck the other hole. Fuck my 
ass.' 

"This was definitely possible. With her legs almost straight up in the air, 
and the cuntal V conveniently located before the cockhead, the act of anal 
intercourse could be easily consummated. 

"Grasping both curved cheeks of the white girl's ass, the Amazon was about 
to charge forward with her dildo when the strident voice of the white girl 
shrieked out again. 

" 'No, no, no. That's not the way I want you to get my nuts off. I live in 
my cunt black bitch. While you ream my rear, I want you to treat my pussy, 
too.' 

"This time the black woman looked startled. The girls in the audience did 
too. 'Impossible,' one called out. 'How can she fuck both holes at the same 
time?' 

"The no-longer timid blonde replied. 'If you keep your goddamned trap shut, 
I'll explain.' Patting her pussy, she announced, 'I want some mouth down 
here while the dong is pounding my shit hole.' 

"The black woman protested. 'I ain't double-jointed. Get yourself another 
fag.' 

"The reply from the blonde was quick and to the point. The whip flicked over 
the black's face. 'It's possible,' she said. 'That's the trouble with you 
blacks. You give up too easily.' Patting the box again, she commanded her 
partner. 'Eat it while you're fucking me in my browner.' 

"The sight of the leaking pussy was indeed an inducement to the lesbian. 'I 
... I'll try,' she promised. 

"With the blonde's legs pointing straight up in the air and spread apart, 
her asshole presented an easy target for the head of the dildo. Carefully, 
the black woman eased her hips forward until contact was made between cock 
and cunt. The temptation to spear the normal love hole must have been great. 
But the blonde held up the whip. 

" 'The asshole,' she hissed. 'Stick cock into the brown spot.' 

"Lowering the prick-like weapon, the black slid the tip of the dildo between 
the meaty cheeks of the blonde's ass and pressed against the anus. To 
facilitate entry, the white girl reached under her ass, and pried the 
asshole apart with her fingers. Reamed out by anal intercourse, the hole 
stretched easily apart, and the cockhead burrowed easily into the groove. A 
faint odor wafted through the room which indicated a successful entry had 
been accomplished. 

"Many of the girls in the audience clapped, and expressed their approval. 
Apparently, getting dildo-fucked in the brown was greatly desired by most of 
them. Still, the question remained. How was the overweight, and clumsy 
looking black Amazon going to bend over and reach the white cunt with her 
tongue? 

"The blonde called up. 'You're doing just fine black beauty. Now, bend over 
and eat my cunt while you slap it to my stink hole.' 

"The black woman took a deep breath, stiffened, and then bent over. 
Surprisingly, despite her bulk and grossness, her tongue almost, but not 
quite, reached its goal and the first try. The black was flexible as an 
acrobat. Of course, as she bent over, the head and part of the dildo shaft 
charged into the anal cavity. 

" 'Ahhhhgghhh,' the blonde gurgled. 'That prick feels so good up my ass. 
Goddamned, pissingly good,' she gushed on. 'Now, make my happiness complete 
by drilling some tongue up my twat. That way, you'll be able to lick-fuck my 
cunt and bung-fuck my asshole. Go, go, go,' she urged the black queer. 'Lay 
it in and give me a double blow.' 

"If the black woman hadn't been a lesbian I doubt very much whether she 
could have accomplished her task. But the sight of the juice white slit 
gaping up at her must have stimulated her adrenalin juices. At any rate, 
grunting and groaning, he bent over in a much more severe angle from the 
waist. 

" 'Making it,' the blonde exulted as she saw the tongue strain closer to her 
pussy. 'Making it making it,' she babbled. Then, the tip of the tongue flesh 
made contact. An electric shock jolted the blonde. 'Made it!' she screamed. 
'Can feel your tongue in my sugar. Eat it!' her voice spun crazily around 
the room. 'Fuck me and eat me at the same time. Nothing like it,' she 
uttered in a high, shaky voice. 'Notheeeng like it. she added as tongue and 
dildo made simultaneous contact in the two erogenous holes that were 
invested with more nerve endings than the spinal cord. 

"To my utter surprise and amazement, the black lesbian rapidly developed a 
beat or rhythm to her simultaneous sucking and fucking movements. As she 
drove her tongue into the gash, she pulled the dildo back. And as she heaved 
her manmade prick into the swampy groove, she dipped her head backwards. 
Clearly the lezzie was no stranger to this kind of action. 

" 'Faster,' the blonde demanded. 'Fuck me faster. Suck me faster. I'm near. 
On the edge. Blow me. Blow me out a river!' 

"The black woman increased the lick-fuck to such a rapid tempo, her head 
resembled a woodpecker feeding in an ant-infested tree. At the same time, 
her hips pumped back and forth as though jet fuel had been dumped into her 
motor. 

" 'That's it,' the blonde squealed. 'Right on. Right on the fucking spot. 
The right spot,' she babbled crazily on. And throwing her legs straight back 
until her toes touched the couch in back of her, she allowed both bung and 
asshole to flare apart as the juices of love streamed forth. 

. "Again, I was in for a total surprise. Secretions were actually streaming 
out of the girl's rectal cavity. Could a female climax in her asshole if 
fucked in that region? I was quickly informed by a more knowledgeable member 
of the audience that this was certainly the case provided there were enough 
nerve endings in that particular area. 

"But as far as I was concerned the entire scene of lesbian love turned me 
off. I was completely in accord with the idea of a Woman's Freedom Movement. 
But I couldn't go along with dildo fucks or tongue jobs by another female. I 
made one abortive attempt to get reamed by one of the lesbian's in the 
Movement but I failed to climax. I needed the real thing. I needed a prick 
singing up my cunt!" 

ANALYST: Is that when you turned to your son for sexual gratification? 

W: Yes. I started to fuck Benjamin about that time. True, the lesbian 
experience at the Woman's Freedom Movement did motivate me in the incest 
direction. But there were other reasons, too. 

A: Such as? 

W: I caught Benjy masturbating a couple times. 

A: That's normal for a twelve-year-old boy. W: Maybe so. But he was growing 
up without a man in the house. I wanted to educate him about the birds and 
bees. 

A: And so you had sexual intercourse with him? 

W: Not at first. I wanted him to learn about sex but not necessarily from 
me. A: You found a teacher for him? W: I thought I did. I talked about my 
problem at the Woman's Freedom Movement. To my surprise, the big, black 
lesbian woman offered to help me educate my son. Apparently, she was 
bisexual. Women turned her on. But so did twelve-year-old boys. A: And you 
let her? 

W: Yes. I figured that maybe the boy needed an educational experience from a 
dominant sort of woman. He'd learn from the beginning that the woman was 
normally aggressive. A: Apparently, the results weren't satisfactory. 

WINIFRED: "No. Butterfly ... the black lesbian ... came over to the house 
where I had already undressed Benjy and washed his body and pecker off, too. 
The minute I told him that a big, black woman from the Movement was going to 
fuck him, he boned up. Matter of fact, it was the first time I'd seen my son 
with a hard on at such close range. His tiny, ivory-colored prick grew rigid 
as steel. For a moment, my own cunt trembled but I quickly dismissed the 
notion. I didn't want him to get the incest hang-up like this old man. 

"I got even more excited when black Butterfly arrived and gave my naked, 
little kid the once over. The whites of her eyeballs almost slopped out of 
their sockets. Women and kids turned her on. 

" 'His skin is so white,' she marveled. 'I could get my nuts off by just 
lookin' at him.' 

"Benjy went for black skin from the look on his face as he rolled his eyes 
over Butterfly's big, blubbery, black body. The woman was no beauty, and 
although her tits and asscheeks were on the mammoth side, there were rolls 
of fat over her sloping belly and shreds of fat hung down her tree 
trunk-like legs. Matter of fact, a roll of belly fat slipped down over her 
genitals. 

" 

"Where's her cunt?' my precocious twelve-year-old son asked. 

"Laughing, Butterfly lifted up the fat and let him gaze at the hairs and 
parallel cuntal lips The gully between them looked bottomless. 

"I grew worried. 'How's the kid going to get into something that enormous?' 
I asked. 'He won't feel any friction against his dick. And how sire you 
going to get any sensation. You won't feel a thing.' 

"Butterfly looked sheepish. 'I know I'm built too big for him. Was hoping 
you'd help out.' 

"I shook my head. 'I'm no lezzie. You promised you could handle the boy 
alone.' 

"Butterfly looked apologetic. 'Didn't figure on his dick being so tiny. But 
there's ways to thicken it up if you'll only help.' 

" 'I'm listening,' I replied but couldn't conceal my disappointment. 

"The huge Negress fished her dildo out of a handbag. 'It's a proven fact,' 
she explained. 'I you stick this up your son's ass, the air inside him will 
heat up and rush into the hollow of his prick. Then, the expanding air will 
inflate the sides and make them big enough for my box.' 

"Skeptical as hell, I took the dildo and still protesting, I disrobed and 
fit the base of the shaft between the lips of my cunt. The texture of the 
phony prick was so lifelike that the innards of my pussy began to gurgle, 
expectantly. If Benjy didn't get his nuts off, I certainly would climax. 

" 'Oh mom,' Benjy said ogling at my naked body. 'You look so groovy without 
any clothes on. Why can't I fuck you?' 

"For a moment, I didn't have the reply. Naturally, I was flattered that a 
twelve-year-old boy could be sexually aroused by the sight of my middle-aged 
body. My hair had turned a salt-and-peppery color, and my cuntal bush was 
almost totally gray. Perhaps it would have been best if I had personally 
tried to train my son. And since I didn't have a satisfactory answer for his 
question, I brushed it aside. 

" 'Just do as Butterfly tells you. She'll break you in right. Then, you'll 
be the kind of little fucker mommy can be proud of. I don't want you to grow 
up like your egotistical father. I want you to be a man and yet respect the 
true nature of womankind.' 

"Benjy looked disgusted. 'Hell, I didn't want a speech. All I want is to get 
balled.' 

"Throwing my son a worried look, I motioned 

Butterfly to prepare herself, immediately. Benjamin was showing too much 
independence. I'd never let him grow up and become a male, chauvenistic pig. 
Now was the time to nip such notions in the bud. If anyone could dominate 
him, that big, black mountain of female flesh could do the job. 

"Fitting the dildo in place, I gave it one last squeeze. 'How do I use it?' 
I asked the black woman. 

" 'Leave everything to me,' she replied, delightedly. 

"Butterfly directed the scene on the bed. First, she stretched her enormous 
bulk over the mattress. But she remained on her back and kept her legs 
tightly together. Then, she held up her arms and motioned for Benjy to mount 
her. 

" 'Help insert the dick into my slot,' she instructed me. 

"When I took hold of my son's penis, I felt the pulse of lust beating wildly 
under the skin. There was a very great danger of a premature ejaculation. 
Cooperating, the boy stretched over the black, female body and humped up and 
down in an anxious effort to make an immediate penetration. 

" 'Hold still,' I ordered sharply. But I was able to drop the sliver of 
hard, boy-cock into the hot, mushy cunt flesh of the black woman. The trench 
was so wide that Benjy's dick dropped down without touching either side 
despite the fact her legs were held tightly together. 

" 'Can't feel nothing down there,' Benjy complained although the press of 
his body against all that black flesh excited him. He burrowed his face 
between the spheres of tit flesh. 

"The magnetism of the black breasts kept Benjy properly occupied while I 
positioned myself behind him. Spreading his cute, little buttocks apart, I 
eased forward and fit the cockhead between the cheeks. 

"Benjy pulled his head out of the tits, immediately. 'Oh wow,' he exclaimed. 
'That feels good, momma. Are you going to ... ?' 

" 'Fuck your ass,' I cut in. 'Yes, I am. And you're right son, dear. The 
feel of this prick up your ass is a real turner-oner.' 

"Butterfly, almost unable to contain herself, cried out. 'Hurry on, hurry 
and fuck your son's ass. I want to feel his cock grow inside my cunt. I want 
to blow so big, I'll drown him in pussy juice.' 

"I braced myself by taking hold of one buttock, and squeezing the smallish 
balls with the other hand. Then, flexing my knees, I slid forward. To my 
utter surprise the cockhead pressed against the anus, contracted and slid 
into the hole where it undoubtedly filled out again. The skin of the dildo 
consisted of a special sort of plastic material that could shrink or expand 
when required. In no time at all, I was able to shove the entire shaft up my 
son's ass. 

"Benjy's lips pulled back and I thought he was going to scream. 'Momma ... 
fuck me ... Fuck my ass. Hurry. Give it to me hard. Throw me a hard fuck!' 

" 'Yes sonny darling. Mommy will fuck you good. Just hold on. Hold on!' I 
cried out as I proceeded to pump back and forth. The buttocks flew even 
wider apart, and the brown hole enlarged to accept every molecule of the 
shaft and even part of the balls. 

"And something began to happen. That fact was evident from the look on 
Butterfly's face. A look of ecstatic-anguish etched deep lines between her 
nostrils and lips. 

" 'Gettin' bigger,' she moaned. 'Boy's prick is growing. Groweeeeing,' she 
cried as the walls of the penis expanded and made contact with the lining of 
her leaking cunt. 

"The change in the condition of my son's body apparently stupefied him for 
the moment. He remained perfectly still, sensing a transformation was 
occurring in the tissues of his penis. But he was remaining still for too 
long a period. 

" 'Go son,' I urged. 'Give it to Butterfly. Fuck her. You can do it now. 
Your prick is big enough. 

Now, move boy, move.' 

"Tears welled up in Benjy's eyes. 'Don't know how,' he admitted. 'Don't know 
how to fuck.' 

"This called for emergency action. 'Relax,' I ordered. 'Mommy will help 
you.' And I could give him assistance in only one way. I had to fuck his 
anal cavity at a much faster rate. The force from my repeated thrusts 
knocked him forward and his cock dropped all the way into Butterfly's groin 
groove. Her elephantine legs kicked upward to let him get all the way in. 

" 'Yeah,' she growled. 'Right on. Now, put it all together boy, and throw 
Butterfly the fuck she needs.' 

"Benjamin quickly caught on to what was expected of him. With only a minimum 
amount of assistance, his ass began to swing back and forth in a fucking 
rhythm that would have done justice to a Casanova. Our timing improved. As 
Benjy thrust forward, I, too, heaved my dildo deeper into his asshole. And 
as he arched backward, I also raised up. Repeating these movements, we 
established a rapport, a communication that exists between few mothers and 
sons. Sonny was accepting my dominance as a woman. He was also accepting 
certain but important directions given him by black Butterfly. 

"The black woman's lips looked swollen. 

'Somethin' is gonna happen,' she managed to declare as she felt the once 
tiny cock grow longer, stronger, bolder. 'Somethin' big is gonna happen!' 

"Something big did happen! 

" 'Coming apart,' Benjy cried out in consternation. The puny orgasms caused 
by hand action couldn't remotely compare with the lustful storm created by 
my fucking and Butterfly's cunt. 

"Butterfly's face became all eyes and gums as her head twisted backward. 
'Kids spittin' inside my puss. Hot. Boy cream is so fucking hot.' And all 
the while she was mouthing her reactions, the woman ground her hips and 
thrust them back and forth as she, too, emitted the juices of love. 

"I had been teetering on the brink of an orgasm for quite some time and when 
I realized that both Benjy and Butterfly had climaxed, I had to literally 
take things into my own hands. To speed up the process of my own 
ejaculations, I immediately seized my clitoris and thumped it back and forth 
as I continued screwing my son's asshole. That did it. The remotest corners 
of my pussy began to growl out oily secretions that had been created by my 
own son. 

"After the blow-offs, my son collapsed between Butterfly and myself. 
Sandwiched between two naked women, he acknowledged their dominancy. 

" Tou guys know how to fuck so good,' he murmured. Til always do whatever 
you say momma,' he assured me. 'Women have gotta to do their own thing just 
the same as men.I 

"Now assured that my son would do my bidding in all matters, I let him move 
into my bedroom. My own son is the best fucker I've ever had and he's 
getting better all the time ..." 

CONCLUSIONS TO CASE HISTORY THREE 

Seduced by her own father at an early age, Case Subject Winifred K. 
discovered two important facts about her sexual nature. One, she was highly 
sexed. Most important, she preferred to play the dominant role resenting the 
traditional attitude of male superiority. Marrying a docile, mild-mannered 
man, their relationship lasted for over thirteen years. But towards the end 
of their marriage, Winifred K.'s husband rebelled at what he considered his 
henpecked lot in life. Encouraged to exert himself by his own mother, the 
man left home and the case subject divorced him. 

Alone with a young son, Benjamin, the woman floundered about trying to 
establish meaningful relationships with groups or individuals. The Woman's 
Freedom Group appealed to her and vocalized her own feelings about the 
traditional relationship between the sexes. Each woman had to do her own 
thing to develop maturely as a woman and human being. And doing her own 
thing included her own sexual activities. And with a twelve-year-old son to 
raise, she felt it her duty to teach him how to properly respect and accept 
women. As far as sex was concerned, Winifred K. felt the female should be 
the aggressor if her nature so dictated. When the boy reached puberty, she 
felt that only she could properly instruct him in his rightful role as 
submissive lover. 

Since the case subject first experienced incestuous conduct as a young girl 
when she discovered her own aggressive nature, the pattern of her thinking 
and behavior was too firmly set at middle age to change. Firmly convinced 
that all males with superior attitudes were chauvinistic pigs, she was 
fiercely determined to prevent her son from joining their ranks. 

CASE HISTORY FOUR 

Case Subject: Harriet R. Sex: Female Age: 28 

Marital Status: Married Occupation: Housewife and Novelist Sexual History: 
Has sexual relations with schoolboys scarcely in their teens. Seduced her 
own thirteen-year-old son with the help of her husband. Claims she is merely 
researching for the best-selling novels she writes. Her actions and 
attitudes suggest more deep-rooted motivations. 

INTERVIEW ONE 

Until the age of 27, Case Subject Harriet R. lived in a typical American 
small town with her husband and son. Her husband owned a small business and 
their lives followed a placid, routine, often boring pattern. All that 
changed when Harriet R. wrote a first novel which became a best seller. Set 
in a small town, the novel was filled with episodes of pedophilia and incest 
which she claimed secretly took place in her town. Although fictionalized, 
the novel came about after her discoveries and research. 

ANALYST: Do you prefer sexual relations with young boys rather than with 
your own husband? H: No. 

A: But you admit seducing young, school boys. H: Of course. Not because I go 
for young cock but because I have to do research. It's just business. 

A: And your husband approves? H: Very much. My books sell millions of copies 
and have given us financial security. Of course, he approves. He's a 
businessman. 

A: Why did you seduce your own son? H: Same reason. Research. A: No other 
reason? H: None. 

A. When did you first have sexual relationships? At what age? 

H: I really can't remember. Probably when I was in high school. No, I really 
don't know for sure. 

A: When you were a small girl? H: No! Of course not. 

A: Does any one special boy or man stand out in your memory? 

H: Not really. At least, I can't think of any special person. 

At this point, it was necessary to place the subject in a deep, hypnotic 
trance. Her inability or unwillingness to remember certain episodes from her 
youth suggested a mental block usually associated with feelings of guilt. 
After she was sufficiently relaxed, the questioning resumed. 

ANALYST: When I count to three, you will be at the age when you first had 
sexual relations. Can you hear me? H: Yes. 

A: One ... Two ... Three. How old are you? 

H: Ten years old. A: Are you with a man? H: Yes. A: Who is he? H: 
Grandfather. A: What are you doing? 

HARRIET: "Gramps and I are sitting in his book-lined study. He's a retired 
schoolteacher who was forced into retirement by rumors he was having sexual 
affairs with some of his young, girl students. This, I found out later on 
but at that time, gramps was a very bitter man and he tried to fill me with 
the bitterness he so deeply felt. As the evening wore on, gramps imbibed too 
freely from a bottle of liquor, and he started to talk, obliquely of course, 
about the many rumors circulating about him. In his whiskey-bleary eyes, I 
suppose I looked like a grown-up person to him. At least, he addressed me as 
though I was a mature lady and understood completely. At age ten, I had 
reached puberty prematurely and understood a little about sex. I had started 
to experiment with my own body. But, of course, I was really ignorant about 
the real thing. 

"Finally, gramps became so drunk he yelled, 'It wasn't my fault. I never 
fucked those girls willingly. They seduced me. They're the ones to blame but 
no one will believe me. They call me a dirty, old man. Well, the truth of 
the matter is that school of mine was filled with dirty, young girls.' 

"Despite my young age and immaturity, I sensed gramps was going to make a 
terrible revelation and I didn't want to hear. 'You don't have to apologize 
to me, gramps. Please, don't say anything about it.' 

"He kept shaking his head. 'Got to,' he said, 'or I'll go crazy. Got to tell 
someone about what happened. Someone who will believe me.' He looked 
straight at me with his very, ancient face. "You'll believe me, darling. 
I'll tell you what happened.' 

"I wanted to jump up and run out of the room. But something held me frozen 
to the spot. I just sat and stared back at the broken, old man. I felt so 
terribly sorry for him. Finally, I relented. 

" Tell me what happened gramps. Why did they make you retire?' I asked. I 
wondered vaguely if it had anything to do with that thing they called 
fucking. I had heard that expression a couple of times when I secretly 
watched pop get on top of mom without any clothes on. 

"Gramps stroked his little, white goatee beard, and his watery, blue eyes 
didn't seem to be able to focus on one spot for very long. This girl in my 
class,' he remembered. 'Had hot pants. Followed me into the men's John after 
hours. Didn't think anybody was in the building. Had my dick out and was 
taking a much needed leak. Everything was so harmless. Then, I happened to 
look around and there was this little, brat of a girl Susan. Her eyes were 
large as twin moons. They were looking straight at my cock. 

"Naturally, my body reacted,' Gramps added, ruefully. 'Hell, I may be sixty 
years old but I'm perfectly normal and healthy. 'My body reacted. Had no 
control over it at all.' 

" 'How did it react, gramps?' I asked, puzzled. 

"He just smiled, sadly and shook his head. 'You wouldn't understand, dear. 
Got a hard on. But you certainly don't understand.' 

" 'No,' I agreed. 'I don't. Can't you show me, gramps. Just to educate me.' 

"Gramps thought it over a few seconds. 'Yeah, I guess it won't do any harm. 
Time you knew. After all, I'm your own grandfather.' And making that 
decision, he unbuckled and lowered his baggy trousers. Then, he fished into 
the fly of his shorts and took out a pathetically wrinkled male penis. Since 
it was the first time I'd ever seen one close up, I naturally goggled. The 
interested way I kept staring at gramp's dick appeared to affect him in a 
certain way. Then, he made another decision. He tugged down his shorts to 
reveal long, scraggly tufts of pubic hair around his genitals. There two, 
large balls of skin hanging down from the root of the dick. 

"Gramps explained. 'This is what a man uses to pee through. And that's what 
that awful kid Susan was so anxious to get a close look at. The fact that I 
was old enough to be her grandfather didn't seem to phase her. She wanted to 
look at a male penis.' 

" 'Looks pretty,' I was obliged to say. 'But it's soft. It isn't hard at 
all. What do you mean by the expression getting a hard on?' 

"Gramps sighed. When I was younger, it would just naturally stand up when a 
female looked at it. Now that I'm old it takes a while longer.' He 
hesitated, and then said, 'If you touched it, the skin would harden right 
off.' 

"'May I touch it?' I asked and for some strange reason, the basement of my 
virginal cunt started to twitch, uncontrollably. 

"Gramps shrugged. 'Guess it won't do no harm. Besides, it's time you saw a 
real, live stiffer. Don't want you to grow up ignorant about the male body.' 

"Excitedly, I leaped up from my chair and ran over to where gramps was 
sitting. The precise moment I grabbed hold of the wormlike piece of meat, 
the dinky started to stretch out as though it was a telescope. The sides and 
top began to grow hard, and to my amazement, the skin began to glow pink and 
then red. The bulblike cockhead turned almost crimson. The skin was 
stretched so smooth it glistened and looked as though it might crack. 

" 'Looks like a great, big raspberry sucker,' I blurted out. 'Bet it tastes 
good!' 

"For a moment, gramps didn't reply. The way the muscles of his face were 
working it was clear he was undergoing some sort of gigantic mental crisis. 
Finally, he said in an under-breath so low I could barely make out the 
words, 'I've been told it does taste real good, darling. It ... won't do any 
harm if you take a taste. Don't want you to be dumb about a man's body. Time 
you knew about such things.' 

" 'Oh thank you, gramps,' I exclaimed, happily. 'But what do I do? How do I 
suck your cock?' 

"Gramps parchment, old face turned almost as red as his prick. 'If you kneel 
down between your grandpa's legs, you'll be able to suck it in your mouth 
real easy. Just take a taste and tell your old gramps how you like it.' 

" 'Goody, goody,' I shouted. 'It looks so tasty. Bet daddy gives his thing 
to mom for a great, big suck.' 

"Gramps slid down in the chair in order for my mouth to better reach his 
pole that was now a blazing red. He appeared to be in pain the way he closed 
his eyes and grimaced. 'Hurry,' he pleaded, now. 'Hurry and suck my cock.' 

"Kneeling between his legs, I took the shaft between my hands and stared at 
it for the longest time. It looked so yummy, and very desirable orally. One, 
large, colorless drop of water popped out of the distended eye atop the 
head. The skin at the top of the shaft and just beneath the head continued 
to throb like an open heart. 

" 'Quickly,' gramps was begging now. 'Please suck it in your mouth. Bite 
down on it. Suck my prick. It's all yours, darling. And use your tongue ... 
please, tongue it over good.' 

"All of his words tumbled out of his mouth with machinegun rapidity. Sensing 
his urgency, I no longer hesitated. I opened my mouth as wide as possible, 
held it over the cockhead and then dropped it down. For a moment, I 
stiffened. The sharp, bitter taste of prickmeat permeated the tissues of my 
tongue. But instead of feeling revulsed, I sucked harder, using my teeth, 
tongue and lips. Yes, my lips! Every now and then, I'd pull my mouth off the 
now drenched and shining skin to plant a noisy, loving, smacking kiss over 
the reddest spot I could find. 

Gramps squeezed his eyeballs tight. 

" 'You suck cock so beautifully,' he said in a voice that was trembling so 
badly I could hardly understand. 'Talent. You've got talent for cocksucking. 
Keep on, precious cunt meat, keep on eating your grandfather's prick.' 

"This reference to my natural talent as a cocksucker, and the erotic words 
were sparks that ignited the volatile gases of lust that were raging within 
me. I bit down hard. 

"Gramps winced. 'Hurts,' he whined. 'Hurts when you sink your teeth into my 
cockmeat. But oh, that hurt feels so terribly good, too. Bite me again 
darling pussy precious. Bite grampa's cock again. But easy. Easy does it.' 

"And while I was busily engaged in the most exciting and wonderful task of 
my life, gramps took hold of my tiny hands and dropped them over his bobbing 
nuts. The skin of the scrotum felt so soft, and inside I felt the two almond 
shaped nuts floating wildly about. 

"With his eyes still glued shut, gramps kept mumbling, 'Something's 
happening inside me. Can feel it. Want to blow out. Gonna blow out. Oh yes, 
it's on the way, on the way.' 

"Instinct told me to pull my mouth off grampa's prick and quickly. I knew a 
man pissed through the head of the dick, and in vague way had a notion that 
some sort of sex serum hurtled out the end during intercourse. An older girl 
friend had told me the goo juice from a man's pecker was meant especially 
for the female cunt. My mouth was definitely not a cunt and I was about to 
pull off when I felt grandpa seize me roughly by the head. 

" 'No, no,' he almost snarled. 'Keep on eating. Want you to take my load. 
Swallow every drop.' 

"My round eyes looked terrified. I tried to disgorge the fuck flesh from my 
mouth but grandpa was much stronger. I couldn't move. My mouth was still 
draped over the meat that was pulsating wildly over my tongue. And this sex 
skin grew poker-red hot as the fuck fluids surged in a torrent towards the 
exit. 

"Grandpa's voice whip lashed all over the room. 'Suck the head. SUCK THE 
COCKHEAD.' 

"Swept up in the contagion of lust, I sucked. I sucked with all my might and 
almost pulled the entire shaft out by the roots. Then, it happened! 

"Grandpa's head swirled around as though the neck was broken. His eyes flew 
open although they stared fixedly up at the ceiling. Tobacco-stained saliva 
drooled from the corner of his lips. And his thickened tongue kept bobbing 
back and forth and I was afraid he was going to choke to death. 

"But there wasn't time, under the violent circumstances to be concerned 
about grandpa. With an erupting cock in my mouth I had worries enough of my 
own. I struggled to snap my face back and away from the spurting sex stick. 
But grandpa still insisted I accept the load in my mouth. Under the pressure 
from his hand atop my head, I had no alternative. 

"Cream rocketed against the roof of my mouth, and down my gullet. The gism 
was scalding hot, salty and with a distinctive taste that I couldn't 
identify. There was simply no comparing the taste of fresh semen with any 
other taste. But the stuff didn't upset my stomach as it poured down my 
throat. And as wave after wave of the gobby goo kept cannonading into my 
mouth, I not only grew to love the taste but to crave for more. 

"But there wasn't any more. Ninety percent of the discharge ejaculated 
during the initial climax. After that, the remainder of the stream propelled 
its way out. Then, the meat in my mouth weakened, grew slack and began to 
shrivel. I continued to suck furiously, pulling on the dying snake with my 
lips, silently pleading for more life giving serum. 

"Gramps looked down at me with adoration written all over his face that had 
just a touch of pain etched between his nostrils and lips. 'That's all there 
is, baby,' he said softly. 'Don't suck me any more,' he pleaded. 'The cock 
is so sensitive now. So awfully sensitive after the explosion. I'm an old 
man. Can't take too much ...' 

"But I wasn't listening. There was a possibility of drawing out another few 
drops of that exotic-tasting fluid. My lips, jaws and throat worked in 
unison as I sucked furiously on the head of the softened dick. The whitest, 
richest looking cream remained spattered all over my face and even in my 
hair. And as I remained down over grandpa's sex organ, the door of his study 
was flung open. 

"I whirled my cream-spattered face around. My mom and pop were standing in 
the doorway with the most terrible expression on their faces. Grandpa tried 
to button up but it was too late. The act of cock suckery was all too 
painfully obvious to my parents. 

"They dragged me screaming from the room and never let me see grandpa again. 
Soon after, the old man died and in a way I felt guilty. My mother kept 
telling me I was a naughty and wicked girl. And while I believed her and 
associated feelings of shame to the act of sucking a cock, I also related 
feelings of joy and fulfillment to the same act..." 

INTERVIEW TWO 

During the second interview with the case subject, the use of hypnosis 
wasn't necessary. Harriet R. spoke quite candidly and freely about her life 
as a housewife in a small community. Convinced that her town was a real life 
Peyton Place, she decided to write a novel about the place. The characters 
in her book were base on people she daily associated with in the town. 

ANALYST: In your novel you described several incestuous affairs that took 
place in your town. 

Were the affairs based on fact? 

H: Oh yes. Definitely. I took notes for several years before I started to 
write my book. 

A: Notes? From personal observations? 

H: Well, of course I didn't actually see any acts of incest myself. But I 
got my information from very good authorities. 

A: Gossip? 

H: Hell no! From the horse's mouth so to speak. From one of the partners in 
the act. A: I don't understand. 

H: There were several women in my town who were screwing their young sons. 
The boys told me all about it. 

A: After you seduced them? H: Yes. I had to get the details. A: And after 
listening to the details of their incestuous conduct, did you get the idea 
of having sexual relations with your own son? H: Yes. As an author I had to 
experience personally the physical and emotional reactions during such play. 

A: Did your husband approve? H: Absolutely. In fact, he helped. A: Please 
explain. 

HARRIET: "First of all, I had to satisfy my curiosity about one definite 
case. Emily was the town's social leader, the richest woman in the place, 
and the widow of the man who owned much of the land. Although she was in her 
fifties, she had a thirteen-year-old son, and I suspected for quite some 
time that she was fucking him. The boy Jerold was a sickly looking kid and 
the woman would never let him out of her sight. She even had private tutors 
for him which kept him out of the public school. Call it intuition but I 
strongly believed she was sleeping with the kid and either fucking or 
blowing him. If such a relationship existed, it would make a terrific scene 
in my book. I simply had to learn the facts. 

"My break came when Emily advertised for a housekeeper. This would give me 
the opportunity of getting into the house, and catching them if possible. 
And at that time, I could use the extra money. My husband Tom was having 
financial problems with his small business. My luck held out after Emily 
hired me, and I arranged to live on her estate for several days each week. 
When a violent winter storm prevented Emily from returning home after 
visiting friends in a nearby town, I found myself alone with Jerold for the 
first time. 

"After Jerold went to bed, I entered his room to bid him good-night. The 
sickly, pale-faced boy was clearly lonely for his mother and was happy that 
I had shown enough interest in him to visit him before he went to sleep. 
There were a million questions I wanted to ask him about his relationship 
with Emily but I had to appear calm and indifferent. 

" 'Miss your mother?' I asked as I sat alongside of him on the side of the 
bed. 

" 'Terribly,' he admitted. 'It's lonely without mummy.' 

"I leaned closer to him. 'Does she tuck you in every night?' 

"The boy nodded. 'Oh yes. Mummy tucks me in and gives me a great big kiss 
and hug.' 

"Quickly, I clasped my hand over my bosom to try to calm my wildly beating 
heart. Still smiling innocently, I asked in the most matter-of-fact tone of 
voice, 'Is that all she does?' 

" 'Oh no,' he piped up in his boyish innocence. 'Mommy fuckles me.' 

" 'Fucks you,' I corrected. 'Your mother fucks you.' 

"Jerold giggled. 'That's a funny word. When I say the word, it always comes 
out fuckle.' 

"Leaning forward again, I casually placed one palm over his crotch. The 
little tyke was wearing pajamas but I still could feel the tiny thread of 
cock flesh underneath. A nerve snapped in my hand as I felt the stiffness. 
The kid had a hard on! That was proof of his incestuous conduct as far as I 
was concerned. He erected instinctively in the presence of an older woman. 

"My fingers tapped the tip of his cock. 'Does mommy touch you here?' 

"Jerold nodded. 'After my pee-thing sticks up, mommy bends over me and 
sticks it in her mouth. She just loves to suck on my pee-pecker. And she's 
teaching me how to suck on her pee-hole, too.' 

"My voice shook. 'You . . . place your mouth over your mother's ..." I 
simply couldn't say the word in front of the boy. But he had no compunction 
at all about mouthing aloud the vernacular for the female genital. 

" 'Pussy,' he said. 'Yes, I place my mouth over mommy's furry pussy. 
Sometimes, I don't suck just right to please her, and mommy has to scold me 
for being a naughty boy.' 

"The room felt suddenly close. There was a possibility I'd blow my cunt 
without even touching it. Why did the thought of incest excite me so much? 
Nonchalantly I opened my bathrobe. 'Warm in here,' I said exposing both 
tits. 

"Jerold stared openly at my breasts. The cream-colored tit flesh was tipped 
with a couple of nipples that resembled rose buds. I felt his eyes bore into 
the skin and could almost sense his lips pulling on the nipples. The tip of 
my clitoris uncoiled and made contact with the fabric of my robe. I itched 
to grab hold of my cunt and bang away. 

"Finally, the boy said, 'Your titties look different than the one mommy's 
got.' 

"Slowly, I reached over and took hold of one of his hands. Then, I held it 
over my right breast. 'Feel good, darling?' I asked. 

" 'Uh huh,' he nodded. 'Mommy lets me suck on her tits. Just before I go 
down on her, she always lets me suck tit. She says it gives me practice for 
sucking on her hairy cunny.' 

"Sliding one arm under his head, I crooked it and forced his face against my 
tit. 'Suck,' I breathed, urgently. 'Pretend I'm your mommy. 

Do everything to me you'd to her.' 

"He looked back at me, incredulously. 'You mean you'll let me lick-fuckle 
your cunny hole, too?' 

" 'Yes,' I replied, promptly and my voice sounded harsh and strangled. 'Of 
course. I'd love to get a lick-fuck from your tongue.' 

"Without uttering another word, the sexual precocious youngster, reached up, 
grabbed a tit and flung the nipple into his mouth. His thick lips clamped 
down hard over the flesh and then pulled and stretched the skin. For a 
moment I thought I'd scream and warn him not to pull so roughly. But the 
pain quickly blended into a feeling of bliss. Saliva leaked past his lips 
and warmed the skin of my breast. 

"As Jerold ate my tit, I unbuttoned my robe and let it slip aside. When the 
boy opened his eyes, my naked body was completely exposed. Pulling his face 
back from my breast, he turned his full attention to the vast expanse of 
naked skin and hair that swam before his eyes. 

"When I could no longer stand the suspense, I asked in a whisper. 'Do I look 
like your mommy without any clothes on?' 

"Jerold nodded. 'The same only different,' he replied cryptically. 'You both 
got titties but they're shaped differently. And your nipples have a 
different taste.' He hesitated a moment as his eyes swept over the rest of 
my body. 'You don't have as much fat over your belly as mommy and the hairs 
around your cunny aren't gray.' Circling a finger, he instructed, 'Turn 
around so I can look at your can-can.' 

"Standing up, I turned around as instructed and bent over. Purposely, I 
spread both cheeks apart to get a comment. The more he compared my body with 
that of his mother, the better idea I got about the incestuous activities 
they indulged in when alone. Was she instructing him in the art of anal 
love? 

"The answer was definitely in the affirmative. 'Your can-can isn't as big as 
mommy's end but the skin is firmer.' And sniffing audibly, he added, 'And it 
smells better.' Before entering the room, I had perfumed myself which gave 
my shit hole a rather special odor which was not at all disagreeable. 

"When I turned around again, the boy was licking his lips. He looked so 
eager. 'Want me to lick-fuckle your cunny?' he asked with an innocence I 
found exciting. 

"I hesitated. I wanted more details about this act when performed with his 
mother. 'Is that what you do to your mommy?' I asked. 'Lick-fuckle her 
cunny?" 

"Nodding, he reached up and pulled me closer to him. Then, he stuck his face 
between my long, shapely legs that I spread apart in an inverted V-shaped 
pattern. The bones of my legs felt as though they were melting and I almost 
staggered backward. I clutched his head for support which forced his face 
flush against the slowly leaking cunt slit. 

"Looking up at me with his wide eyes, he said, 'Get set. Going to tongue 
now.' And without any guidance on my part, the darling boy forcefully rammed 
his stiffened tongue between the hair-shrouded and thick-lipped channel of 
cunt. My entire body stiffened, too. 

" 'Ohmeohmy,' my wavering voice thinned into a soprano. 'Geegolly,' I 
babbled on incoherently. 'You're all tongue, boy. All tongue!' Slowly in a 
lascivious and wanton manner I began to roll my hips and bang them back and 
forth. Now, I fully understood the incestuous expression. Jerold was 
literally lick-fucking my cunt with his anteater-like tongue. 

"But after a few jabs of the tongue, I realized I needed something more from 
his tongue. His education was still not complete when it came to the total 
service of the female organ with a tongue-tool. Reaching down, I flicked out 
my full erected clitoris and popped the button into his mouth. 

"The sensation of hot, liquid mouth flowed swiftly throughout my entire 
body. My arms flapped crazily through the air as though I was a wounded 
bird. The weirdest cries flushed out of my mouth and the pimpled skin over 
my body kept trembling violently as though it was blazing hot one moment and 
freezing cold the next. 

"Liquid splashed out over Jerold's glistening face as he ate hungrily from 
the well of my cunt. Several times, his ever moving lips and tongue brought 
me to the precipice of an orgasm but I didn't quite go over. But I knew it 
was only a matter of time. The end was near. And when finally, the inferno 
of flaming liquid hurled itself through the crack of my cunt, my mind spun 
crazily around, the floor seemed to move, the walls and ceiling dipped 
towards me. Or so it seemed. 

"When finally, I fell back I had all the facts I needed to write a scene for 
my novel. Incest was taking place in this little, holier-than-though-art 
kind of town in which I lived. When I left Jerold's bedroom I felt I had the 
makings of a best seller. But when I sat down and tried to paint the episode 
on paper, words somehow failed me. I had to extend my research ..." 

ANALYST: By that, you meant you had to have direct, sexual contact with your 
own son. H: Yes. The incident with Jerold gave me a clue to what I might 
expect. But I needed to become more personally involved. A: With your son. 
H: Yes. 

A: After you made your decision to perform an act of incest, did you inform 
your husband? H: Of course! We don't have secrets between us. A: And he 
agreed? 

H: After my husband Eddy thought it over, he definitely agreed. In fact, the 
more he thought about it, the more enthusiastic he grew. A: Why? 

H: For some time the poor guy has been having business problems. And our sex 
life suffered. After all, a middle-aged man can't get it up with a lot of 
worries on his mind. A: The thought of incest between you and your son 
excited him? 

H: Very much. In fact, he insisted on watching. And if he boned up, I wanted 
him to jack off and get some relief. The poor fellow didn't have a climax 
for months. 

A: What about your son? Did he agree? H: I decided to seduce him as gently 
as possible. At thirteen, Roger isn't as mature as other kids that age. I 
was positive he was still a virgin. But that suited my purposes. One of the 
characters in my book was a thirteen-year-old, virgin boy fucked by his own 
mother. A: What did happen between you and your son? 

HARRIET: "The chance came up, unexpectedly, and made my task considerably 
easier. The kid was having trouble in his biology class. Couldn't remember 
the different parts of the human body. 

"Roger complained, 'Those drawings of the male and female anatomy are awful. 
I just can't figure them out. Of course, the male drawing doesn't give me 
any trouble. But gosh, mom, I've never seen a female undraped before. I just 
can't remember.' 

"We were in the boy's bedroom where he does his studying. 'Mother doesn't 
want you to get poor grades,' I said. 'Would you let me show you my body. 
Then, you can compare the different parts to the drawing you received at 
school.' 

"Roger shrugged. 'If you want to.' He didn't sound enthusiastic at all. 

"Was the boy turning out queer? The goal of my task became twofold. I'd not 
only research the actual act of incest between a mother and son, I'd also 
determine whether Roger was developing on the fruity side. 

"Purposely, I left the bedroom door ajar for my husband Eddy to peek in when 
the time was appropriate. And since Roger was in his bathrobe, I didn't 
anticipate much trouble undraping him if I got the opportunity. First, I 
unbuttoned my blouse. My tits are full and shapely and stretched my bras to 
capacity. To his credit, he did look up at my breasts. 

" 'Better take off your bras,' he said studiously as he scanned the drawing 
and made a mental comparison with my own boobs. 

" 'Of course, darling,' I replied, quickly. Then, turning around, I said, 
Tou unhook me sweety. Mom can't reach that far in back of her.' 

"Roger reached up and I tried to determine whether or not his finger were 
trembling with anticipation. I couldn't help remembering how excited Jerold 
grew when he caught sight of my exposed nipples. To my utter disappointment, 
Roger's fingers were quite calm and steady. The thought of having a sexual 
relationship with me hadn't crossed his mind. Was he queer? I asked myself, 
furiously. 

"At least, he didn't have much trouble in un-snapping the hooks of my bras. 
The garment fell apart and I let it drop to the floor. Turning around, I 
pretended to look timid and ill-at-ease as my son looked at my exposed 
boobies for the first time. 

"Holding up a drawing, he scrutinized my body. 'Don't look the same at all. 
I mean your nipples stick straight out and are circled by a bunch of red 
buds.' Peering closer, he added, 'And the flesh looks kind of juicy.' 
Moisture was leaking through the pores of the nipple flesh, and they started 
to tingle, cry out in their own way for a hot, male mouth. 

"I ventured, "Would it help if you sucked one in your mouth for just a 
second. I mean it would give you the feel of the real thing. Then, you'll 
never forget that part of the female anatomy.' 

"Again, he shrugged, indifferently. 'Okay. Just stick one in my mouth for 
just a second.' 

"Bending over, I held the breast and shoved the end into my son's mouth. 

" 'Hmmnnn,' he nodded with a foolish smile. 'Does taste good,' he admitted 
after spitting it out. And returning to his drawing, he said, 'Let's get on 
with it.' 

"As I tugged down my slacks, I was still asking myself the question about 
his manhood. It would break me up to discover Roger was a homo. After I 
stepped out of the slacks, I quickly rolled down my shorts, and stood naked 
before him. This was the ultimate test. If he still displayed indifference, 
I'd call in a head shrinker. 

"But he was showing some signs of normal life. 'All that hair,' he kept 
muttering as his eyes remained glued to the swirl of pubic hair that 
stretched long, beckoning strands of hair from the base of my twat to the 
area of the navel. I had always been well-endowed with this sort of hair, 
and naturally the drawing in his anatomy book showed only a few straggly 
clusters around the cunt. 

" 'The drawing's all wrong,' Roger exclaimed. 'The hair around your ...' and 
he stopped. He didn't even know the term for the female genital. 

" 'Cunt,' I supplied the word. 'This is my cunt,' and he reached down and 
rubbed the surface of the vulva with the palm of my hand. Sparks literally 
flew up from the swelling lips. My cockhead pressed hungrily upward. I 
wanted to get fucked by my son! 

"Roger squinted at the crack that was faintly discernible under the hairy 
growth. 'Is that where the female pees?' he asked. 

"My hands remained lovingly over my box. Pointing to the lips and stretching 
them apart, I informed him, 'There are several holes hidden between the fold 
of my cuntal lips. Through one hole, your mom leaks out piss.' Then, I 
waggled my finger slightly inside the vaginal entrance. 'And this is where 
your mom fucks. Fucks,' I added for emphasis. 

"Roger looked shocked. 'F ... fucks?' he echoed, surprised. 'What does that 
mean? I've heard bad boys shout that word. But what does it mean?' 

"I couldn't help myself. 'Mom will show you exactly what it means,' I 
informed him. 

Queer or not, he was going to get fucked by his mother. 

"Throwing open the robe of my son, I grabbed hold of his penis. My 
determination to screw him was thwarted by one very obvious fact. The kid's 
cock was soft. Certainly he should have erected by now. A normal simply 
couldn't look at a naked, female body and not bone up, instantly. 

"Unable to conceal my disappointment, I cursed, 'Dammit son, why haven't you 
got a hard on? Doesn't my nude body appeal to you?' 

"Roger blinked. 'You mean it has to get stiff before you can fuck me?' 

" 'Yes,' I said through clenched teeth. 'This cock of yours,' and I seized 
the meat to emphasize my statement, 'has got to get stiff before I can get 
it into my cunt. Now, dammit to hell, why isn't it hard? At your age, it 
ought to be standing straight up in the air.' 

"The boy suppressed a snob. 'But mom,' he explained. 'I only get hard like 
that after I sniff at your ass.' 

"Open-mouthed, I looked down at the boy. Was he serious? He had never 
smelled my ass. 'I don't understand,' I gasped. 'You've never got that close 
to my ass.' 

"Roger quickly explained. 'After you get out of the can I run in real quick 
and sniff around the toilet bowl. I get stiff right away. Then, I stroke the 
rod with my hand until I piss milk out End.' 

"Stunned for a moment, I almost bawled when I recovered from my complete 
surprise. The boy was normal. And he was incest-inclined. He wanted to fuck 
me. 'Darling,' I assured him, 'if it turns you on to smell mom's ass, you 
just help yourself and sniff to your little heart's content.' 

"And I turned around immediately, and shoved both cheeks of my ass into 
Roger's uplifted face. The twin globes of ass flesh parted and Roger's face 
squeezed between them. I heard him murmuring something that sounded like, 
'Yummy.' In fact, I'm sure he was ecstatic since his tongue darted out and 
he proceeded to eat mother's ass. I almost blew my cunt right there and 
then. But forcing my vaginal muscles to contract, I prevented a premature 
ejaculation of the cuntal fluids. 

"Peeking over my shoulder, I realized that my son had stiffened up, 
immediately. The boy was naturally inclined towards anal love which might 
present a problem as he grew older. Not all women were turned on in that 
particular part of their anatomy. Happily, I was almost as sensitive in that 
spot as I was in my front end. 

"Reacting to the beaming smile on my face, Roger smiled back. 'Are you going 
to fuck me now, mom?' he asked. 

" 'Yes, darling,' I assured him. 'Your mother is very definitely going to 
fuck you now.' And without wasting further time, I straddled his lap and let 
his tiny penis disappear from view. Even the balls were sucked up into the 
pussy. Naturally, his penis was too tiny to create friction with the walls 
of my vagina. And fucking presented a problem since it would be difficult to 
rub the shaft against the sensitive membranes of the cunt. 

"Fortunately, Eddy, my husband, came to the rescue. The sight of my naked 
body straddling Roger's erected cock had boned him up. Now, he stood behind 
me, and slid the tool between the ample cheeks of my ass. 

"He grunted, 'You fuck Roger. I'll throw it up your ass. That way, we'll all 
have a blow.' 

" 'Right on,' I sang out, happily. This would do the trick, and of that I 
felt certain. My husband's pumping up my asshole made me wobble, and that 
motion enabled my son's prick to strike the moving walls of the vagina. 
Contact was made, and after a while, enough friction was created to cause a 
three-way blowoff. My knees almost buckled as the peter pellets smashed up 
my rectum. 

"Roger threw both arms straight up into the air as he climaxed. But my more 
powerfully induced unguent streamed out and drenched his lower abdomen. 

"Delighted with the results, my husband, son and myself experimented over 
and over again with various positions of incest that the critics found so 
realistic in my best-selling novel of incest in a small town." 

CONCLUSIONS TO CASE HISTORY FOUR 

Seduced by her own grandfather when she was a pre-teen school child, Case 
Subject Harriet R. associated ambivalent feelings of great joy and shame to 
the incestuous act. Submerging the incident in her subconscious, she tried 
to forget all memories of incest with an elderly man. But a certain need for 
incest with a close member of her family persisted. As a mature woman, she 
was convinced the small town in which she lived was filled with all sorts of 
people guilty of incest. The subject continued to fascinate her. 

The decision to write a novel that included scenes of incestuous conduct 
gave her the opportunity to openly investigate the possibility of incest in 
her town. After seducing one young boy, she realized her premonitions about 
the people in the town were correct. Under the pretext of additional 
research for her book, Harriet R. then had direct sexual relations with her 
own son. 

The case subject's true motive for incestuous conduct was feelings of guilt. 
Still blaming herself for the disgrace and ultimate death of her 
grandfather, Harriet R. sought, through incest, to absolve herself of these 
guilt feelings. By voluntarily performing an act of incest, she tried to 
convince herself that her grandfather was a normal man and not guilty of 
committing an immoral act. 


GENERAL CONCLUSIONS 

Despite restrictive laws and social stigma, the act of turning to close 
family members for sexual release is still practiced by many people. The 
motivations for incest are unique with the times. Campus unrest and Woman's 
Lib, several factors examined in Incest Today, are especially prevalent 
during the 1970s. And in no other period in American history have black 
people been given similar opportunities to rise in white society. The 
pressures are great. And as we noted in one case history, a breakdown 
occurred with a subsequent need for incest. 

Each generation finds its own reasons for performing the act of incest. 
Incest Today covered several of the more compelling reasons which reflect 
the changing social nature of this decade. 


THE END
