XE-976 Abnormal Love
By Dennis Michaels


INTRODUCTION

To many people there is something taboo or forbidden about incest. But it can be justifiably argued that as soon as the first cave child was old enough to chase after his post-pubic sister, the first act of incest had been committed.

Incestuous relations within families hardly disappeared with the cave dwellers, however. During the last few centuries, a number of the wealthiest, most famous and most powerful families of Europe have had numerous instances of incest, often resulting in an actual marriage. The offsprings of these intra-familial unions have often been sadly lacking in mental capability as might be imagined. But I mention these families to illustrate that incest is not a sordid little caper left to the outer fringes of society. It is a common sexual occurrence which transpires often between family members who genuinely love each other.

As a psycho-sexual analyst at a large hospital in the northeastern United States, I have over the last few years, come in contact with an extraordinary number of incestuous patients. One particular type has caught my interest completely and has thus become the subject of this study: boys who love their mothers in ways which society has firmly proscribed.

Most Americans think it uncommon for a male to have sexual relations with his mother. The key word is "uncommon". One case in a million? One case in a hundred thousand? Not at all. Perhaps one out of every ten American males fantasies having sexual intercourse with his mother. And of that ten per cent, many will realize their fantasies each year in the actual insertion of the penis into the womb from which the male child sprang.

This book will deal exclusively with the actual case histories of males who have had intercourse with their mothers. I have included the tapes of interviews with three males and two females. I was especially pleased that so many modern American mothers saw fit to come to my offices to submit to interviewing. Incest can still, of course, create quite a sensation in some of the less progressive circles in our society, despite the long and impressive history of world families and figures who have indulged in it.

What makes a man want to have intercourse with his mother? And what makes a mother want to submit to the sexual demands of her son? I believe Freud had the answer.

Freud claimed that mother-son sexual relationships were part of a sexual triangle involving the father of the male child. It develops from an abnormal love for the mother and the feeling that the son must "protect" the mother from the father. Oedipal, perhaps, but these mother-son instances of sexual involvement are perhaps even more prevalent in modern America than they were in ancient Greek mythology.

I suppose everyone has heard of an instance where a brother has gone to bed with a sister. Or maybe an instance where a father has forced a daughter into sexual relations. But the mother/son relationship is fascinating to me since it represents on the part of the male the most primal urge to return to the womb.

However, let me cast no further bias upon my patients. I have drawn together these five cases not to expose the so-called "moral degeneration" of these people (for I do not feel they have done anything "immoral") but rather so that many readers can learn that incest is but another form of sex. It does not appeal to many people. But to those whom it does appeal to, no holds are barred and anything goes. That at least was the situation in these five families.


CASE HISTORY ONE

INTERVIEW ONE

John M. was a youth of seventeen when he came to my offices in November of 1970 for consultation. John had been seeing regular a girl friend in high school for two years but had recently lost all his attraction to her. The reason?

"I started to fuck my mother instead of my girl friend, Cindy," said John as I watched him carefully. He looked up to me and waited for my reaction.

"Please continue," I said.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" he asked. "Aren't you going to tell me that I'm a filthy degenerate?"

"Why would I tell you that?" I asked him.

"Because I fuck my mother. My very own mother!"

"I'm not here to pass a moral judgment," I informed him quite candidly. "I'm here in the interest of science to complete a report on incestuous sexuality. If you'd like to tell me about what occurs between you and your mother I'd be quite pleased to hear about it.

John took his gaze off me and looked back down. He lay back on my office couch and hoisted his hands into a folded position behind his head.

"I suppose there are worse things I could have done," he said as he began to think over what he was about to confess to me.

"Why do you think that you've done something wrong?" I asked, approaching a problem which afflicted most of my incest patients.

"Well," he said intensely. "Hell! One just doesn't fuck one's own mother! It just isn't done!"

"What you're telling me is," I told him, "that there has been an arbitrary taboo put on incestuous mother-son relationships in our society. I repeat 'arbitrary'. There have been many kingdoms in which young princes of thirteen years and up were expected to make love to their own mothers out of gratitude for being born."

"Really?" he asked me.

"In some of the kingdoms and duchies where incest was the order of the day," I informed him further, "the young prince would initially learn by watching the king naked making love to the queen. When the king was done, the prince, young, hard and vigorous would continue, sending his mother into the greatest delights of orgasm. It is said that never did a mother love her son more than at these times."

"Gee," he said, thinking over these footnotes to history which I'd discovered in my research. "I guess Mom and I aren't so unusual after all."

"Of course you're not," I said to Mr. M. "After all, anything which you and your mother do has probably been done many times for thousands of years before you."

"I don't know about that," he said. "Mom and I have done some pretty wild stuff!"

"I wish you'd tell me about it," I said as I reached over and flicked on the tape recorder. The patient was a bit put off by the presence of a recording device, but I assured him that it was in the interest of science and that his identity would be fiercely protected. He then began his testimony:

* * *

It all started when Mom caught me fucking my girl friend, Cindy. Well, actually Mom wasn't the first one to catch me. My little sister, Jill caught me and then went and told Mom.

It began about six weeks ago when Mom had gone out to some fucking women's club meeting on a Friday night. I was left at home to watch over my twelve year old sister, but after she went to bed at about ten o'clock I started to get bored.

I decided to beat off, so I grabbed some magazines and went into the bathroom. But hell. I didn't like to jerk off, so I decided to call my girlfriend and have her come over. I figured I'd do better to get some real cunt than to whack myself off over the sink.

I called Cindy. She knew I wanted to fuck her and she said she'd be right over. Mom had said that she wouldn't be home until one A.M., SO we figured we could get a couple of good ballings in before she came home.

Cindy arrived about half an hour later. As soon as I looked at her blouse I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra. So I pressed my hand against her blouse and felt her nipple through the material.

"No panties, either," she said as she motioned to her short green hot pants. "I'm all set for a fuck."

Well, I was going to lead her out to a grassy little mound between some of the bushes behind the house. That's where we usually went to fuck. But tonight was different. It was colder than a nun's clitoris out there that night so Cindy wanted to get balled in the house.

"Right here," she said as she unbuttoned her blouse and sat down on the living room sofa. "Holy fuck! I want to get balled right here in the living room!"

"What if Mom comes back early?" I protested.

"Fuck her," she said. "I want to get balled. It's here or not at all!" Cindy drove a rough bargain. Not only was she insistent on being screwed right there on the living room sofa, but she was also unbuckling the belt on those hot pants. She then unzipped them and started to pull them off. She hadn't been kidding. I saw her pussy immediately and saw that she hadn't bothered with panties.

Off came the hot pants. Her silky brown triangle of pussy hair called out for my cock. She tossed her blouse away and I stared for a second at the uplifted and hard little nipples of her young breasts. Cindy was only fifteen. Fucking was something new to her and she was learning how to love doing it. But what was even better about her young body was that even though it was jail bait it was firm and tight. I also got a good climax in that pussy of hers since it hadn't been opened up very much yet.

Cindy grabbed the belt on my jeans and unbuckled it quickly. I was still a little hesitant about balling on the living room sofa. Once she'd had me fuck her while she was on her period. We wrecked a sheet that way since she used to bleed like a castrated hog.

But she had the fly to my jeans down as soon as she had my belt unbuckled. When that happened she simply reached in and grabbed my cock. My big blue veined member was swelling up already into an enormous loaf. She leaned forward and took it in her mouth. When she did that, I knew she was fully in control. There's no way I can say no to a girl who's got my meat in her mouth. Hell, she could get mad and bite it off for all I know.

But she didn't bite it. As I stepped out of my jeans and underpants she sucked on me, gliding her wet lips up and down my long shuddering blue-veined shaft as I removed my shirt.

Within a few seconds, I was completely naked. She pulled me down to that sofa and made me lie down on my back. Then she straddled my legs and brought her mouth down on my penis again.

Cindy was a cocksucker of unusual talent and I loved it. She loved to sit with her cunt hairs on my knees and lean forward and suck my cock as she pressed her nipples to my legs and dangled her hair around my nuts.

So what could I do? I just lay on my back and enjoyed it. She was getting so proficient at sucking, though, that I almost felt that if she rasped that little cat-like tongue of hers again across the underside of my penis I'd squirt off right in her mouth. Cindy let me come in her mouth from time to time, anyway, but it wasn't polite to do it when she wanted me to fuck her.

"I want to sit on it," she said when she had my throbbing blue loaf puffed up to a massive hard erection.

"Be my guest," I said.

And she moved forward on me, straddled my groin and sat her hairy young cunt down on my cock, taking the long shaft into her hungry gaping crack with a brisk downward stroke of her bottom.

I moaned. It felt so good that I nearly squirted out my juice right at that moment. My gun was aching to explode. But even at my age I have enough finesse to know that you have to hold your come if you want to satisfy the chick you're balling.

I reached up and grabbed her bouncing young knockers as she glided her cunt up and down in a brisk slippery manner on my erect rod. She was gasping and groaning very soon as I fought back the ejaculation building in my cock.

"Gonna come!" she said suddenly. "I'm gonna come! Hard! Hard! Gonna come!" She came down and wrapped her arms around me and pressed her mouth and breasts to me as she clutched me. I could feel her pussy walls undulating all over my cock. I could tell she was orgasming right at that moment.

My own cock was brimming and I was about to let it fly loose. But just at that moment I looked to the top of the stairs. It was Jill, my little sister. She was naked and staring at us.

"Goddamn!" I said. And I tried to struggle to get Cindy off my cock. But it didn't work. The more I wrestled about with Cindy, the harder she clutched me and whammed her cunt up and down on my cock. Jill was nude up on that staircase and was laughing.

Laughing? That wasn't all. She was also fingering her young clit. I was stunned to see that the little twelve-year-old even had a bush of pussy hair already.

I realized how odd Cindy and I must look fucking in front of the little girl. But it was so bizarre that I could no longer control my cock. As Cindy humped down on it again and again and as Jill watched me screwing Cindy, my penis could withstand no further the ecstatic situation it was in. I came! And I came hard!

I came in long hot hard gushing spurts which spit my warm seeds deep up into Cindy's wet receptive vagina. She throbbed her cunt up and down even harder on my spasming prick.

"Shit! Fuck! Balls! Cock!" she groaned as she felt all of my hot juices bursting upward into her milky wet cunt. And I closed my eyes as I shot out the final spurts of my come.

I had a bizarre thought as I spurted the last few dribbles of come. I imagined that it was my little sister sitting on my cock. And when I imagined that, my cock managed to produce three or four final hard spurts of come. I was a little ashamed of thinking something like that, but those extra bursts of come sure did feel good.

As I opened my eyes again I saw little Jill dash back into her bedroom and close the door. I noticed what a well rounded little pair of buttocks the little girl had. And I figured, hell. She was so advanced that she'd probably be screwing in another two years herself. So I'd taught her a valuable lesson by letting her watch. I had decided that I wasn't even going to mention it to her.

Cindy hoisted her cunt up and off my limp prick. Her cunt gurgled as my prick slipped out of it. She lay back beside me on the sofa and I noticed that her whole cunt was almost overflowing since she'd been so turned on and I'd come so hard.

"We better get dressed," I said, still worrying about my mother walking in and catching us balling on the sofa. Luckily my father was away on a business trip so I didn't have to worry about him.

"Not so fast, buster," said Cindy. "Margo Billingsworth says her boyfriend eats her out after fucking."

"So?" I asked.

"So aren't I as good as Margo Billingsworth?"

"You want me to eat you?" I asked stupidly.

She didn't answer, she merely opened her legs and pointed to the pink lips of her gaping cunt crack! There was froth and juice all over her pubic hair since it had been such a powerful fuck. But she insisted that I eat all that crud out of her cunt. So what could I do?

I went down on her as she hoisted up her ass and pulled apart the lips of her vagina for me. I plunged my mouth into her cunt and started to lick her cunt out.

I drove my tongue in deeper and deeper, sucking and licking out everything I could find. Surprisingly, I didn't dislike it at all. It was quite good, in fact, particularly my own salty come.

But what I didn't know was that little Jill had seen Mom's car pull in the driveway. Jill had crept down to greet Mom by going down the back stairs.

"Mommy, mommy," Jill yelled to Mom as she got out of the car. "Johnny and Cindy are on the living room sofa fucking!"

Mom cracked Jill across the face for using a word like that. Then Jill got sent off to her room again. All the while I was completely unaware of what was going on since I had my face immersed in Cindy's cunt.

But strange thoughts were running through my mother's mind, she wanted to see what her little seventeen-year-old son's penis looked like.

So Mom crept furtively into the house and peeped through the doorway to the living room. There she looked in on Cindy and me as I continued to eat Cindy's cunt clean.

As Mom gazed at her son she saw his face pushed into the wet pussy of his girl friend. The girl's legs were open wide and Mom could see the pussy hairs on the girl as her only son licked her out. Once finished with her cunt, however, the girl's clitoris was the center of my attention. I rasped my tongue right across the girl's clit button, unaware that Mom was watching everything.

Then I sat up. Mom must have seen how fully erect I was. I was rock hard and firm. And I wanted to screw Cindy again since my rod was so immense.

"But I'm all dry now," said Cindy who had been getting quite tight assed and tight pussied on me lately. She was fine when she wanted to screw. But when she didn't she was like a bitch undergoing menopause. It would have taken a stick of dynamite to loosen up that cunt of hers.

The long and the short of it was that Cindy wouldn't ball for me again. So we got into a fight and I kicked her out of the house. I was sort of pissed. I'd licked her out and she'd left all warm and satisfied. On the other hand, I was left angry and sore on the living room sofa with a huge hard-on.

But let's face it. In the time of crisis, a boy's best friend is his mother.

I looked up suddenly as I sat there on the sofa nude with an immense stiff between my legs and I saw Mom standing in the doorway to the living room.

"Mom!" I screamed. And I tried to cover my bulging cock with my lands. I couldn't, of course, since I'm happily endowed with a big penis. So I grabbed for my pants.

"Don't bother with your pants," my mother said softly as she began to walk toward me. And I absolutely froze in my tracks, my whole body becoming as rigid as my cock was.

"I've always wondered how my little boy has grown," she said. "And now I know. I can remember when his teensy-weensy little member was only an inch or two long. And it couldn't even harden up."

"Aw, mom," I said blushing.

But she was right next to me now and she pushed me back onto that sofa and gently pushed my hands away from my huge rod.

"Now why don't you let Mother take a good close look at your big penis," she said as she pulled my hands completely away from my crotch. I was very embarrassed, yet it seemed quite a sensual idea for one's own mother to examine one's prick. So I kept a massive hard-on. And I mean a massive hard-on.

"My, but you're a big boy," she said as she gazed down onto my bulging blue-veined member. "Did you satisfy Cindy with your big penis?"

I gasped. "You were watching?" I said in terror.

"A mother always keeps an eye on her son," she said to me. And she gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. "Don't be embarrassed," she added. "I've seen a lot of men screw."

I hardly knew what to say. But when I said nothing, she reached for my hand and lifted it up to her breast. She unbuttoned her blouse and made me put my hand into it and bring my palm to rest on her right nipple. Surprisingly, since I'd never thought of Mom as a sexual woman, her breast felt quite good. It was firm and big. And my cock got even harder.

"Maybe my boy should take my bra off me," she said.

"But, Mom... '?"

"No buts!" she said sharply. "I'm your mother. You'll do as I say!"

"Yes, ma'am," I said humbly. What could I do? I had always been taught to obey my mother.

She stood up and slid her blouse down over her arms and dropped it on the floor. Then she let me stand behind her and unhook her bra. In standing, I accidentally poked my prick against the seat of her skirt.

"My young boy is hard," she said. "I can hardly wait to get him back in where he came from."

"You mean...?" I asked astounded as she felt that her bra was unhooked. She slid the bra off her and turned around. I gazed on her breasts for the first time since I could remember.

"Of course, Johnny," she said to me. "I want my son to fuck me."

"To fuck you!" I repeated.

"It's not so unusual," she said as I eyed her large breasts. Mom was only about thirty-nine years old so her boobs were still youthful appearing. In fact, they were quite youthful appearing. For the first time I was fully aware that my mother was quite a fine piece of cunt.

"It's not so unusual," she said again. "Your friend Bobby Turner has been fucking Mrs. Turner, his mother, for seven months now. And do you know Mrs. Sanderson?"

"Yes," I said warily. Mrs. Sanderson was the mother of Richie Sanderson, halfback and captain on the football team at my high school.

"Well," Mom informed me. "Don't you wonder why Richie doesn't see little Cheryl Morris anymore?"

"They broke up," I said, speaking of Richie and his former girl friend, Cheryl.

"But do you know why?" she pressed.

"Why?"

"Mrs. Sanderson now blows Richie every day after football practice. Ever since Richie's father died, Richie and his mother have been very close, closer than some people could ever imagine."

"Gosh," I said.

"Richie also fucks his mother at least once a week," Mom continued. "But generally she just likes to suck the boy's cock. There are some women who get all their thrills out of sucking penises, you know," Mom added.

"I know," I said, unable to say anything else that made any sense.

Then she suddenly lowered her hand to my crotch and began to rub her gentle maternal fingers up and down on the underside of my penis.

It was heavenly. She did it so gently. All the girls in high school were butchers with hand jobs.

"Your father used to like this," she said to me. "Only as a prelude to something bigger, though," she added with a wise laugh.

"Doesn't Dad like you to rub his prick any more?" I asked her with more than a normal amount of my teen-age curiosity.

"You father's genitals are wizened and old," she said to me. "I'm like any other normal American mother. I like a hot young prick between my legs. And what boy do I feel closest to? My own son, of course."

I had to admit that she had a point. If a guy can't come to his mother when he needs something on the intimate side, who can he go to? It all made an awful lot of sense that evening when I was sitting there nude with her rubbing my cock.

"I still have my skirt and panties on, lover," she said to me. "How about helping Mom get undressed?"

She stood up and I unzipped her skirt for her. She let it slide down her legs and I examined her legs closely as I saw them fully for the first time.

Mom still had a nice pair of gams on her. I wondered why Dad didn't fuck her more often. She still had very nice legs and a nice set of tits. It had been a long time since I'd sucked on her breasts, but I was drooling to get those nice nipples of hers in my mouth again.

"Now I'll show you where you came from, sonny," she said to me in a cute and sexy tone of voice. And she pulled down her silk brief panties and showed me her cunt.

Mom's pussy was hairy and large. I could see the lips of her cunt through the hair and she sat back down beside me.

"I'm a lot nicer than Cindy is," she said.

"Wouldn't you say?"

"Sure thing, Mom," I said as she sat fully naked beside me. And she wrapped her arms around me and we embraced in a long and passionate hug. I felt the nipples of my mother's breasts pushing against my hairy chest. Our mouths opened and her tongue came into my mouth. I darted my own tongue back into her mouth and we explored each other from the lips to the back of the tongues.

I lowered my hand instinctively to her genital area and my fingers slid through the cunt hairs on her vagina. She moaned as only a mother can moan when she and her son are exchanging true love. My fingers continued through the silky hair of her cunt and my index finger slid into her cunt crack and found her clitoris.

"Good boy," Johnny," she said to me. "You found Mom's clitoris in nothing flat."

I marvelled how big my mother's clitoris was. It was huge. Of course, it was close to fully erect when I pushed my finger across it, but it was still much bigger than the clitorises of the six high school girl's I'd felt up. Hell, Mom had a better body than any of those skinny cunted little high school girls. I could hardly wait to shove my wang into my mother. And, judging from the way she was acting, she couldn't wait either.

Her hands were down on my prick again and as she pulled her pussy away from my reach, she was ready to go down on me in the same way that Cindy had.

"You don't know how long I've waited for this moment," Mom said to me as she brought her mouth down on my erect organ.

She sucked on the end of my penis and drove her darting tongue all around the little hole on the tip of my wang. She knew how to lick a penis very well, better than Cindy did. I wished that Cindy were watching now so that she could see how cocksucking should be done. And to think that I had thought Cindy was a good cocksucker !

Well, Cindy was. It's just that Mom was a great cocksucker. She was gliding her wet mouth up and down at the rate of a stroke a second. She was driving her poor helplessly erect son crazy with those talented lips of hers. And to make matters worse, or better, actually, she was gliding her tongue across the sensitive underside of my prick with every downward stroke she took. Mom was dynamite with my penis in her mouth.

"I want it," she said suddenly as my fingers found her cunt again. "I want your meat in me. You feel like you're about to come!"

"I am," I said.

"Don't you dare," she said, angrily chiding me. "No son of mine is going to get into the nasty habit of coming too soon. That's the type of thing your father would do."

"Does Daddy come prematurely?" I asked as her words shocked me.

"Your father would come in his pants if he weren't careful," she said. "No wonder a woman has to look elsewhere for her sexual satisfaction."

Mom then lay down between me and the back of the sofa, nestling her breast against my warm flesh and managing to lie on her back as she forced me up on top of her.

Then, as I began to mount her, she opened her legs wide to me and hunched up her legs.

"Now, Johnny," she said. "After seventeen years now is the moment I've dreamed about."

I mounted her completely and felt my long erect penis slide into her wet slot. My penis pushed in quickly. Her cunt was loose and full and she undulated the walls of it as I slid the prick all the way in.

"Ooooh," she moaned. "You're such a big boy now. Bigger than your father ever was!"

And then she wrapped her arms around me and made me come down close to her. I felt her breasts hard beneath my chest. I stroked her madly and she wrapped her motherly legs completely around my lower back.

"Oh, yes, Johnny my son," she panted. "Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!"

I was able to hold my erection very well since I'd just come earlier that same evening. I was long and stiff. After all, isn't that at least what the woman who brought me into the world deserves?

I whammed my cock way back into her and must have been poking her cervix fairly steadily. She kept gasping and grunting.

"I'm going to come!" she finally said to me. And she clenched her teeth and I heard Mom squeal as she banged her cunt hard up onto my downward thrusting shaft. It lasted for several seconds. After it I was still erect and rock hard.

"You didn't come?" she gasped. I shook my head. Of course I hadn't, I was keeping it stiff for Mom.

"Again," she pleaded. "Make me come again."

And she began to undulate her cunt up and down on my long shaft again. I held it again and pretty soon she was banging her orgasming motherly cunt upward on my stick so hard that she nearly was punching my balls.

"Shit! Cunt!" she yelped as she orgasmed. "Boy's balls. Johnny's nuts!" I heard her grunt. And she let me piston my long shaft into her cylinder faster than ever. She actually started to yell in her ecstasy. She was shouting obscenities and I was scared shitless that Jill would come out of her room again and see that big brother was now screwing his mother. Little Jill would think that big Johnny was a pervert.

"Little Jill," I thought as Mom gasped for her breath beneath me after another long sustained orgasm. "Maybe I should teach my sister how to fuck, too," I thought. "The girl would be better off learning young from her own brother than she would by getting balled by some hot-pricked kid in High School."

I imagined my little sister nude and squealing as my prick poked through her tight little hymen. Then I realized that the more I thought of little Jill's little bush, the more I wanted to get into it. And that made me all the harder at the moment while I was in Mom.

"Once more, Johnny," Mom said as she started to rhythm her cunt up and down on my shaft again. "Are you good for one more big one?"

I grunted to her that yes I was. I could feel my poor fucking penis almost blue from holding in a mother load of gism. I worked the shaft quickly up and down in her cunt again since I was dead set on letting loose this time around.

I hammered home that big swelled up prick of mine and I shot Mom up to the orgasmic plateau again.

Again she yelped and squealed. But this time she wanted to feel her little John, who wasn't little in the most important way, let his come fly loose.

"Come!" she howled in a cracking voice "Come!"

I did. I hammered that long prick of mine in that cunt with a vigor I'd never used on Cindy or any of the other high school bitches. When Mom felt my prick swell up to its full preejaculatory state she howled with delight.

"Geezus, you're hung!" she yelped. "You're hung like a bull. Just like my father!"

And at that moment, I came. I came in long throbbing bursting hot spurts that squirted sharply and intensely out of my aching prick. I felt all those hot gobs pouring forth from my one-eyed trouser snake and I myself howled with delight. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. And my own dear mother had given it to me!...

* * *

... John W. stopped at that point when I informed him that our allotted interview time was almost fully expired.

"I would like," I informed him," to ask you a few questions before we finish for the day."

"Go ahead," he said.

"Did that initial encounter with your mother end with intercourse?" I asked.

"Oh, no," he said quickly. "It turns out that Mom has anal fixations. I had to finger her in the asshole."

"You poked your finger up your mother's rectum?" I asked.

"That's right," he said.

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked.

"Well," he said. "You know as well as I do that there are a lot of things you have to do for a woman that you don't necessarily get a kick out of in return."

"Then you didn't enjoy it?" I pressed.

"I wouldn't say that, either," he countered. "I think that one should try to do everything in life. After all, how many guys get to stick their fingers up their mother's asshole?"

"Probably more than most people think," I said, slipping a bit in my professional role.

"Really?" he said quickly, looking back at me in amazement.

"That's merely my suspicion from having interviewed scores of men and women who've had incestuous mother-son relationships."

"Crazy," he said with a huge satisfied grin. "I guess I'm not so strange after all."

"Did your mother have an orgasm when you digitally stimulated her rectum?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," he said. "I don't like to ask Mom those really intimate things. But it did turn her on enough so that she wanted some more attention to her cunt."

"Of what sort?" I inquired.

"Well," said John. "She had seen how I ate out Cindy after fucking her. So Mom was a little jealous. She started to give me all this shit about what a lousy son I was because Charlie Jackson always ate out his mother after fucking her. I was beginning to wonder whether all these things about my friends were true or a crock of shit. But, hell. Mom was being kind to me, so I figured I'd humor her."

"So what did you do?" I asked.

"What the fuck do you think I did? I ate the old girl out. It wasn't any different than eating out Cindy except Mom's vagina had a stronger smell and the come I'd had into her was bigger."

"Two final questions, Mr. M.," I said. "First, since you've already stated that you've continued to have sexual relations with your mother, I'd like to know whether you have any outside sexual activity. Do you have intercourse with any other women?"

"Usually, no," he said. "Oh, I fucked this ugly little scag after the sophomore winter prom, but fucking her was like fucking an ice cube. Mom is warm and loving and knows how to satisfy me. Besides, after fucking this little scag I felt guilty that I'd cheated on Mom."

"Do you ever masturbate?" I asked the patient.

"Sometimes," he said. "Like the other day when Mom was away for the afternoon I got incredibly horny. So you know what I did. I went up to her bedroom and masturbated as I fondled some of her panties and stockings."

"I see," I said. "And one final question. How have you kept this affair from being discovered by your father and your younger sister?"

"What makes you think they don't know about it?" John M. replied.

"They do know?" I asked.

"Know? Shit! Dad and sissy are a big part of the kick Mom and I get together."

"Are you willing to discuss that further?" I asked.

"Of course," he said.

I then excused John and set an appointment for him to return to finish his tale of family sexual relations. Since what he said in his second interview session bears heavily upon my final analysis of his case, I'll refrain temporarily from any comment about John and his behavior vis-a-vis his mother. Instead, I'll simply present his second interview immediately.


INTERVIEW TWO

Let me hasten to state that I certainly hope John M.'s family is not typical of the sexual habits of the great silent majority of Americans. There were four members of John's family: himself, his mother, his sister and his father. If John's story can be taken at its face value, and I believe it can, then it is apparent that the four family members all entered quite prominently into each other's sex life.

But I'll refrain from any further explanation until the reader has had a chance to read and study John's testimony as I recorded it.

John returned to my office at the precise day and hour of his appointment. As he lay down on the couch I flicked the tape recorder on again.

"All right, John," I said to the patient, "in our last session you discussed how your mother seduced you into having sex with her after she watched you have sexual intercourse with your girl friend. Is that correct?"

"Yes," he said. "Except I don't know if you should use the word 'seduced.' As I remember, I was quite willing even though I was a bit embarrassed."

"All right," I said. "We'll not use the word 'seduced.' You and your mother decided to have sex together. And you stated that you've had sex together many times since. Is that also correct?"

"It is," he said. "Why, just yesterday after school, I was settling down for a nap. I was just drifting off to sleep when I thought I felt a hand on my crotch. Well, I got an erection right away, but I thought I was dreaming. Then I felt my fly get pulled down and I knew I wasn't dreaming. I opened my eyes and saw Mom standing there stark naked. She told me that no one else was home and that she'd been waiting for me all day."

"Did you have intercourse at that time?" I asked.

"We did," John M. said. "First Mom licked my penis after she pulled my pants off. Then she let me kiss her nipples and run my fingers through the silky wet hair of her cunt. Then she hoisted her leg over me and straddled my cock, bringing her cunt right down on my--"

"Mr. M ," I said to the patient, interrupting him from his intensely stated recollection of the previous day's sex. "You've already described how the sex you share with your mother is most satisfactory. But what I'd like to hear about is how the rest of your family has come to enter into this."

"You mean Dad and Jill?" he asked.

"Precisely," I said.

"Hell, doctor," he said to me. "You won't even believe this I bet."

"May I remind you, John," I said to him, "that I'm not conducting a high school bull session in which I'm being challenged to believe or disbelieve what my patients tell me. I'm conducting an extensive investigation of incestuous patterns of sexual behavior within the American home. If you care to tell me about your family, I'd be quite pleased to hear about any incestuous sexual happenings therein."

I may have spoken harshly to the young man, but I did restore a certain amount of sobriety to our conversations. Being young and somewhat immature, John had had difficulty regarding our discussions with the seriousness which they deserved. But my words had restored seriousness to his attitude. He thought things over for a few moments and then began to speak in earnest:...

* * *

To be perfectly frank with you, doctor, I'd been down with four girls from the high school, but my Mom had a nicer body than all four of them. Really. Mother has wonderful full and large breasts and a narrow waist without an ounce of flab or bulge on it. And as for mother's pussy! Well, Mom's cunt knows how to please a cock unlike any of the young pussies I'd tasted at the high school.

I guess that shouldn't be surprising. After all, mother is older and wiser than the young girls in high school. So why shouldn't she have a pussy which was more cockwise than all those other girls?

But I have to admit that screwing my own mother was a pretty kinky kick for me. Mom and I used to fuck around a couple of times a week, maybe every time that we knew that Jill and Dad were going to be away long enough for a good leisurely screw. Actually, though, there were times when mother and I craved each other's bodies so badly that we took the chance on getting caught just to relieve the tensions between our legs.

That's how Dad and Jill finally caught on to what was going on. Fortunately, they were both good sports about the whole thing.

You see, there was one afternoon during a weekend when mother and I just had to have each other.

I was sitting in the kitchen having a sandwich for lunch when she whispered into my ear, "Johnny, mother can't wait much longer. Mother needs Johnny's wang between her legs."

"But Mom," I said. "Dad's upstairs and Jill is in the living room playing."

"Now, Johnny," she said to me in return, in a soft, chiding voice. "You mustn't disappoint your mother when she wants something. After all, she brought you into the world."

"But, Mom," I whined in my squeaking adolescent voice, "we'll get caught. Dad or Jill will--" She placed her fingers to my lips and gave me a firm sexual hug as she kissed me on the cheek.

"Maybe we will get caught," she said. "But families like ours shouldn't have secrets."

"But," I said. "Dad--"

"Your father is an understanding man," she said to me. "I think he loved his mother, too."

"But not in the same way that I--"

"No more discussion," she said firmly as she grabbed me by the ear. "When mother wants, mother gets."

"Yes, Mom," was all I could say as she raised me from the table and led me to the back hallway behind the kitchen.

"And right now," she said, "mother wants to be fucked up against the wall."

She pulled me into the hallway and we stopped. She leaned against the wall and pulled me to her. She reached for something beneath her skirt and the next thing I knew she was pulling her panties all the way down and off her legs.

"You've never fucked up against a wall before, probably," she said to me in a very sincere and motherly voice. "But this is something which you'll have to learn sooner or later. This is how we adults like to fuck at cocktail parties if we don't want our husbands or wives to catch us."

"Gosh," I said as she led my hand underneath her skirt to where she laid it on her bare, hairy pussy. "You mean you screw around on the side without Dad knowing?" I asked.

"Oh, no," she said. "Your father knows. It's just that all the adults in this neighborhood are swingers. Everyone fucks everyone else."

"Gosh," I said. "It sounds just like school."

"Put your finger on my clitoris," she insisted. And she leaned forward and made my lips open with a long searching kiss in which her wet tongue explored my mouth fully.

I rubbed my hand across her pussy and felt it get wetter and wetter. Then I felt her hands at my belt buckle as they gently undid my trousers. Down went my pants and underpants. And out proudly sprung my immense throbbing blue-veined dork, all set for Mom to fondle and stuff up her cunt.

My pants were down around my knees and I quickly found her hand on its way to hold my penis. She grabbed my meat in her firm left hand and began to rub it gently as we continued to exchange our long and passionate kisses.

She gave my prick a squeeze and I began to think that she was going to make me squirt off before I got in, a most humiliating failure for a boy to bestow upon his dear mother.

"I can't get over how big my baby boy is," she said as she slid her fingers up and down the length of my dork. "You sure have grown... just within the last few seconds."

I've always had a big penis, Mom," I said, trying to brush off her usual compliments. Mother certainly was captivated by the length of my dork. There was no way she could get over it.

"It's just that I'd never known how big and strong my Johnny's penis was," she said to me. "How about letting me stuff it into my cunt."

"But, Mom," I said. "You're not quite wet enough yet." I fingered my way across her whole cunt and felt again that although the pussy hair and the outer lips were wet, the inside of her cunt wasn't quite juiced yet. I had to spread her pussy liquid with my spry young fingers, an act which I did lovingly like the good son I am.

"Oh, my little man!" she said. "You sure know how to cuntplease your own mother."

"Gosh, Mom," I said. "It's the least I can do for you."

"Do you love me?" Mom then asked me. Mothers always have a way of embarrassing a guy at the wrong time. But it was important to her.

"Of course, Mom," I said to her. "You know damned well that I do."

"Then slide your meat in!" she ordered. "Show me how you feel about your mother's cunt!"

"Well, I got to admit that hearing Mom say something like that really turned my poor cock on. Not that it wasn't poised and ready to spring already, but when Mom told me that she wanted to feel my wang going in and I could practically feel the soft inner wet skin of her vagina sliding against the fleshy shaft of my cock. Then I could imagine how good it felt to have my balls pumping sperm up to spit up out of my nozzle and into her cunt. It was so good to imagine that I could no longer wait to feel it for real.

She reached down and lifted up her skirt and I moved in close to her, pushing my wang in and upward on her cunt.

I poked something and I heard her moan.

"Ooooh," she gasped suddenly. "You little pecker! You're rubbing your snake against my clit!"

She moaned again so I did it again, as if I hadn't stimulated her clit enough already.

"Cockdamn!" she said, coining a new expression as far as I was concerned. "I've got the luckiest clit of any mother in this neighborhood."

"You've also got the biggest clit," I said to her without really thinking. But she took it as a compliment and gave me another big sloppy kiss for it. Mom loved to be told that parts of her body were particularly large and desirable. And the truth of the matter was that her big breasts were about the biggest I'd ever seen with the exception of a stripper I'd seen who'd been taking hormone injections.

Mom fumbled her cunt upward so she could sort of sit it down on my prick. But since I was taller than she was, I sort of had to hoist her up a little and let her slide her cunt down onto my immense throbbing cock.

I wrapped my arm around Mom's waist and felt her warm and wet vagina slide down upon my erected cock. Then I let the cock push all the way into her as she began to pant and gasp.

"Oh, Johnny," she moaned. "Oh, how my boy is hung!"

I pushed hard and she let her legs come down, partially wrapping them around my bare ass as I pushed her up and against the wall and began to piston my prick in and out of her. I humped her hard against the wall and she started to squeal. I was aware of the fact that she was making a lot of noise, but I couldn't tell how much.

I was too interested in pumping away at her cunt, driving my long prong in and out of the slippery wet hole of hers.

I jabbed my long peter in and out and I brought Mom to a quick orgasm.

"Don't you dare come!" she gasped to me as she orgasmed all over my prick. "I want more of that long dick of yours."

"Who was I to argue?" I held back my come as long as I could. I was intent on giving Mom the biggest against-the-wall fuck of her life.

And I was doing a good job at it, too. I brought her to a second orgasm and she started to howl in delight, Forgetting that this was supposed to be a quiet quicky.

I held my juice in as she kissed me frantically and spasmed her undulating cunt up and down on my stick.

But just then, as I was trying to do my best to hold back my come, the door to the hallway flew open and my little sister Jill stood there watching her big brother plowing his cock in and out of his mother's bare cunt.

Jill started to scream as she watched me fucking Mom.

"Daddy! Daddy!" she yelled. "Johnny's balling Mom in the hallway!"

My father came running. I could hear him coming and I was scared so shitless that I almost lost my erection.

But Mom was undeterred. "Keep pumping, boy!" she said. "Keep screwing me!"

My first loyalty was always to Mom so I did exactly what she said. Dad arrived in the doorway and stood behind Jill. There Jill and Dad stood and watched Mom and me as I humped her for the final orgasm. With the rest of my family watching us screw, I found it quite erotic and very difficult to hold in my come. So I let it all fly out and I filled up Mom's cunt as I pressed her hard between me and the wall.

"Ooooooh," she wailed as she felt my hot spurts of come shooting squarely up her pussy to where they spattered at her cervix and drove her to her third and most intense orgasm. "Oooooh! My boy is coming. Mmmmmm!" And then as my prick subsided within her she slowly struggled upward and let my flaccid prick slide out. We stood leaning on each other panting for breath, not really knowing what Dad and Jill were going to say or do. All Mom and I knew was that it had been fucking exciting to have Dad and Jill watch us as we fucked.

Mom's skirt covered her cunt again and I stood there with a wet drooping cock and my pants and underpants down around my ankles. If Dad had wanted to kick my nuts in I wouldn't have been able to run very far or very fast.

I glanced over to Dad and saw something very strange. Dad had his fly down and had an enormous erection protruding out of it. I never had known what a big piece of meat my own father had. At last I knew more about where I had come from.

But then Jill turned around and saw Dad's big phallus poking out of his fly.

"Wow!" said Jill as she saw it. "Daddy's big!"

And with no further words, little delicate twelve-year-old Jill leaned over and took Daddy's penis in her little wet mouth.

Daddy moaned and had to lean against the door because it felt so good to have that gentle little girl sucking on his penis.

"Please, Jill," Dad said. "On your knees."

Jill went down to her knees and lowered Dad's pants and underpants. Then she snuggled her little blonde head onto Daddy's big prick and began to slide her delicate little wet lips up and down the head of Daddy's penis.

Daddy moaned the whole time. He liked having his little daughter suck his penis. After all, if it hadn't been for Daddy's penis, Jill would never have been there.

"Please, Jill," Dad then said. "Take off your dress."

Jill loved her father and did everything he asked of her. She pulled her little dress off her and then took off her formative bra and her little panties. I was quite surprised to see that my little sister had nice little breasts already sprouting. Really nice little breasts! They were already well shaped and well rounded... and for that matter, so was her ass.

Yes, as Jill was totally naked I noticed what a fine little ass she had. It was rounded and supple, just like Cindy's and Mom's. Only Jill's was fresh and presumably untouched.

Then briefly I saw Jill's cunt. There was a lot of hair on it! An awful lot! I was stunned that my little sister had grown up so well before my eyes. Jill was remarkably endowed for a twelve-year-old.

She went back to her knees and started to glide her lips up and down on Dad's big blue-veined penis again. Mom and I watched as she cupped her little hands under Daddy's balls and let her tongue and lips do all the work.

"Good, Jill," Daddy said after a few more minutes. "Daddy's going to come."

Jill said nothing. She pressed her tiny hands harder to Daddy's balls and moved her lips up and down the shaft of his prick all the faster.

"Daddy's going to come in your mouth, Jill," My father said in an intense tone of voice. I could see the veins bulging on his cock and his face was red with excitement.

"Oh, shit!" he said sharply. "Suck me! Suck me! Suck me!" he yelped. And then I saw him tense up and suddenly give a huge groan of relief. As I looked at his prick I saw it was spasming in Jill's mouth as she held only the large head of it between her lips. But like a good daughter, she was sucking away at it like a little kid sucking chocolate milk out of a big hose.

"Suck," Dad gasped again as Jill continued and sucked the final few drops of come out of his trouser snake.

"Suck," he said in a weak and satisfied tone of voice at the end. His cock was limp and Jill let it slip from her mouth. Then with a loud pair of gulps, little Jill swallowed her mouthful of Dad's come.

"Mmmm," she said right after it slipped down her throat. "It was all warm and salty."

"Daddy's little girl sucks Daddy off well," Dad said slowly as he fondled the girl's blonde head. I could see how proud Mom was of her two kids.

But Jill wasn't all together pleased. Not yet.

"How come I can't fuck like the older girls?" she said. As soon as I heard her say that I looked at that fresh young tuft of hair again on her cunt. And my own wang started to stiffen up again.

"Fucking is for older people," Mom told her.

"No, it's not," she said. "There are three girls in my junior high class who are already balling with the boys at high school."

"Their parents must be terribly permissive," Mom said.

But Jill was undeterred. She looked at me and she saw my huge penis stiffening up to its fully erect state. She said nothing else at the time. But I knew what Jill had in mind and I knew I'd be seeing her later...

* * *

... I interrupted John M. at this point. Time had run over already and I had to ask a few final clarifying questions.

"Am I to be led to believe that your sister wanted to have intercourse with you?" I asked John.

"That's right," he said. "After Mom and Dad went to bed that night, Jill came into my bedroom. She said that Mom and Dad were in their room fucking so she didn't see why the two of us couldn't fuck."

"And did you?" I asked the patient.

"Well," he said slowly. "Yes. I wasn't going to at first. But Jill pulled the covers off my bed and started to rub my penis with her finger. That made me stiff. Once I get stiff I loose control. Then she pulled off her nightgown and revealed to me that she was absolutely naked. I ran my hand between her legs and found that even her little clit was developed already. At that point she lowered her face to my crotch and took the head of my penis into her mouth. At that point it was decided."

"You had no objections to making love to your twelve-year-old sister?" I asked the patient.

"At first, yes," he said. "You know. None of the other guys were fucking their own sisters. And after all, Jill was a bit young for me. But when Jill and I discussed it we decided that we both did love each other. So we went ahead and balled, figuring it was all right."

"Was she in any discomfort?" I asked Mr. M.

"Very little," he replied. "I hoisted her up on me and made her spread her legs. Then she brought down her tight little cunt on my huge pulsating wang."

"Was penetration easily attained?" I asked the patient.

"Very easily," he said. "I had to give my cock an extra little thrust when it came time to rupture her hymen, but all in all, my prick slid into Jill very easily. No hang-ups, either. She's a good little sister."

"Was she able to obtain an orgasm?" I then asked him.

"She said she was," John replied. "I stroked my long bulging cock up her cunt quickly and methodically. She wriggled her ass and screamed with ecstasy since this was the first time she'd ever felt something up there. She smashed her young fresh cunt down on my cock so hard that for a while I thought she was trying to crush it. Then she seemed to orgasm and her tits got all hard. So I'm pretty sure that she came."

"Did your parents find out about this?"

"They did," John said. "They found the bloody sheets the next morning and figured that I'd picked Jill's cherry."

"Were they upset?"

"No. Mom was relieved that I'd gotten Jill's cherry instead of some jerk-assed high school kid. Dad was a little jealous I think and he began to ask me questions about how Jill's pussy felt. One time he masturbated in front of me while I told him about how I made Jill sit her little tight vagina down on my cock."

"Your father masturbated right in front of you?" I asked, quite surprised by what John had said.

"Right," he affirmed. "He wanted to know every little detail about Jill's little body. And as I told him, he jerked off."

"Do you think your father was interested in having sexual intercourse with your sister, also?"

"I know he was," John replied. "Soon after that Jill started to have a lot more spending money. Then one day I saw them out in the woods behind the house. Jill was lying on a pile of leaves naked and with her legs spread. Then I saw Dad crawl on top of her and poke his long dork right into her hairy snatch."

"How did you feel about that?" I asked.

"I didn't really care," John said. "Oh, hell. I beat off over it because it turned me on. But Mom's a better fuck than Jill is. I like big tits and a huge loose cunt with lots of hair on it. Dad likes just the opposite. He likes little girls... particularly his own."

* * *

At that point our discussions were concluded. I excused John and asked him to return whenever any new sexual arrangement might occur within his family. As I went to press with this report, John had not returned to volunteer any new information.

The case of the M family is not an isolated one in America today. What this family represents is two very basic Freudian sexual concepts combined with a certain social quest which is all too evident in America today.

First, John's relationship with his mother is in the traditionally Oedipal manner. Freud claimed that this type of relationship stems from the inherent nature of every male child, the nature which instinctively tells him to kill his father and make love to his mother.

While this is still a highly debatable concept in psycho-sexual analysis, we have seen from John's behavior that he had no reluctance to replace his father in the vagina of his mother, no matter how blasphemous that might seem to present day society.

The situation was also affected by two ulterior factors. First, John's parents were "swingers" and were in the habit of having several extramarital partners. Thus John's behavior was not as odious to his father as it might have been in the case of a father who thought his wife to be completely loyal to him.

The second factor is the prevalent quest in America for youthful sexual partners. In the M. family, traditional sexual mores seemed to have been cast to the wind already and both parents thought themselves free to indulge with their children.

Thus, when Mrs. M. saw her son making love, her desire to have a youthful lover took hold of her. Her son responded with his instinctive urge to make love to his mother. And that's how the entire family began to be drawn into this incestuous pattern of behavior.

It might be correctly argued that John's father merely followed the pace of the rest of the family by forcing his daughter to perform fellatio upon him. However, the young girl (fulfilling the father's desire for a young lover) seemed quite willing and adept at satisfying his request. Thus it was only a logical step that father and daughter would eventually have intercourse (as John says he witnessed in the woods behind the house).

Why did John and Jill go to bed together? That was a simple matter of sexual experimentation among the young. As long as it wasn't forced, the sexual goings on between the two of them were merely youthful experimentation, a perfectly normal occurrence. It stemmed basically from Jill's desire to find out what sex was and what the rest of her family members were doing which she was being left out of. She turned quite normally and naturally to her brother who, dutifully, taught her what she needed to know.


CASE HISTORY TWO

INTERVIEW ONE

"Frankly doctor," said Mrs. Y., a thirty-seven year old mother of two, "my two boys have the longest penises I've ever seen on a male."

Mrs. Y. was an attractive woman with long brownish hair which she wore in a very free, young style as it fell to her shoulders, Mrs. Y., whose first name was Isabelle, looked in every way like a typical American housewife. Every way; that is, except for one. Mrs. Y. habitually had sexual intercourse with both of her young sons. Often she'd have intercourse with both of them in the same lovemaking session.

"Do you find either of your sons sexually more gratifying than the other?" I asked her as she lay on my couch during our first of two interview sessions.

"Well," said Mrs. Y. as she crossed her long tanned legs, giving a slight rustle to her knee-length skirt. "Ronnie, the fifteen-year-old, has a thicker penis. Really. I measured it one time and it's one of the thickest pricks I've ever seen. But Mortie, the thirteen-year-old, can stay hard longer than his older brother. It's odd. I'd think that the older boy would be able to stay hard longer. But that's not the way it usually turns out."

"Does the length of time of intercourse matter to you greatly when you're in bed with either of your two sons?" I asked Mrs. Y.

"No, not really," she said. "I love both of my boys very dearly. And really, Ronnie can stay hard for fifteen minutes and the other boy for maybe twenty. Once it gets past ten minutes a woman has to consider herself lucky, anyway."

"Was their father similarly endowed?" I asked my patient.

"Their father, my first husband, had a good cock. Not a great cock, but a good cock. He left home eight years ago when he caught me gang fucking four of the garbage men in the neighborhood. He had that strange possessiveness which I always had difficulty in understanding. After all, men are supposed to screw around a lot. So why shouldn't we women get our cunts balled as much as we like?"

"But we were discussing penises," I reminded Mrs. Y. "Would you say that your husband had an ample penis?"

"Ample," she said. "Yes, just ample. Nothing to write to your girl friends about, though."

"But your sons have--" She interrupted me and continued my sentence. "My sons have great penises! There's no getting around it. Those boys of mine have the penises girls have dreams about."

"Would you tell me exactly how you began to have sexual relations with your two sons?" I asked.

Mrs. Y. smiled. "I'm very proud of how it began," she said. "It just shows how I've never lost the knack of seducing the men who appeal to me."

She pulled her hands back and folded them behind her head as she readied to tell her story. As she folded back her hands, she pulled tight her sweater and revealed to me that she still in fact had quite a firm figure.

Then she began...

* * *

... It wasn't so long ago when I thought of both of my little boys as little virgin angels. But I suppose my mind started to wander in the direction of their penises when I read an article about how boys were reaching puberty earlier than ever before.

That meant that right in my own home there were two little men with hairy little testicles. I started to think about it a lot since I'd kicked out my second husband so long ago.

And the more I thought about it, the homier I got. After all, a woman can only think about a penis so much without having one or two of them slipped up her vagina. And then over and over again the thought occurred to me that it was a mother's duty to make sure that her boys were growing up properly, to make sure then that their penises were going to grow up to be firm and hard.

Along about this time I bought a dildo and began to fuck myself each night before bed. But after I started to fuck myself with the dildo I realized that in order to have an orgasm, I had to imagine that what was going into my cunt was the penis of either Ronnie or Mortie. After masturbating my cunt off for more than two weeks I gave up with the dildo. I knew that what I really wanted was to get fucked by both of my boys.

I decided to take the honest 'concerned mother tactic' to get at their cocks. So when Ronnie came home from school one day and Mortie wasn't home, I decided that it was time for my elder son and I to get acquainted on a more intimate level.

"Ronnie," I said to him. "have you begun to play with your penis yet?"

The boy sat down in the living room as I asked him that question. He was wearing only shorts and a little T-shirt. If only he could have known how his mother's cunt was frothing for his wang.

Ronnie's face was crimson when I asked him the question. He fumbled around for words and wasn't about to answer me very quickly. So I had to ask him the same question again.

"Ronnie," I said, repeating myself from a few seconds previously. "I want you to tell your mother if you've started to beat off yet."

Ronnie lowered his eyes and looked to the floor. Again he was not going to answer. So I walked over to him and sat down next to him, placing my arm around him. When I was just about to ask him the question for the third time, I looked down to his crotch and saw his penis bulging beneath the zipper of his shorts.

"My, my, Ronnie," I said as I reached down to his zipper. "Is that your wang pushing up like that?"

Ronnie nodded. He was still very embarrassed about the sudden sexual interest of his mother.

"I'd like to see exactly what you look like down there," I said to him. "I am your mother and I won't take no for an answer."

And as I said that to him I slowly began to pull down the zipper to his shorts. As the zipper came down I saw more and more of the white cloth of his underwear with that bulging cock beneath it.

"Now tell me, darling," I said to my son, "do you play with your penis? I want an honest answer."

He nodded.

"I've been beating off for two years now," he said to me. And my heart was thrilled with the news. My heart wasn't half as thrilled as my cunt was, but it gave me the ultimate joy to know that my boy was capable of orgasm, so capable that he was constantly jerking himself off.

"How often do you play with your peter?" I asked him. "More than five times a week?"

"Gosh, Mom," he said. "I don't know."

"Yes, you do," I said to him firmly. "And I want you to tell me exactly how often you rub up your little penis until it comes."

"Maybe two or three times a day," he said to me sheepishly.

"Two or three times!" I exclaimed in triumph. "What a virile little man you are!"

"You're not mad?" he asked.

"Mad?" I repeated. "Of course that doesn't make me mad. I'm very pleased that my little Ronnie can get his cock up that much. Have you beat off today yet?"

"Once," he said. "At school."

"Well," I said to my boy. "If you're old enough to beat off that much you're old enough to learn how to use your cock like a man."

"Gosh, Mom," he said.

I had his shorts completely unzipped now. I took them in my hands and pulled them down his legs. I couldn't take my eyes off the bulging mass beneath the crotch of his white cloth underpants. I wanted to get into that genital mass of his as badly as I'd ever wanted anything in my life.

I told Ronnie to pull his shirt up over his head. Like a good boy he obeyed. That left the youngster stark naked except for those white briefs of his. They'd just have to be taken off, that's all.

"It's important that mother sees your penis now, Ronnie," I said to him.

He said nothing. But he stood up and pulled down his underpants and kicked them off from his ankles. There stood my boy. He was completely bare and I gazed on his penis for the first time in years.

He was fully erect over the excitement of having been undressed by his mother. His penis was long, quite long. It must have been about seven or eight inches. For a growing boy, that's quite a powerful hunk of meat.

His balls were hung low beneath his erect phallus and were covered with an abundant supply of coarse light brown hair. His nuts looked quite solid. I could hardly wait to fondle them and lick them when I went for his cock.

"I'd like to see your little fanny, too," I said to him. "Turn around and bend over."

"But, Mom..." he said sheepishly.

"Do as I say," I demanded. "Or I'll take you over my knee and give you a good spanking!"

The idea of spanking his bare ass before fucking him turned me on, too. I admired his firm white buttocks and his dangling nuts as he bent over in front of me. I could hardly wait to get my clothes off and pull his large throbbing boyish penis into my cunt. But first I insisted on giving him a little treat, one which his father had always liked to have done.

I wanted to lick Ronnie's asshole.

As Ronnie bent over I ordered him to hold his buttocks apart. When he did, I pushed my face into the crack of his ass and forced my tongue into his tight little brown back door.

I managed to slip my tongue into his rectum and I felt the hole open up a little for me. I could feel his muscles tense and then relax. I knew he liked what he felt. I knew what a tongue feels like in the rectum and it's a treat that a boy his age should learn to appreciate early.

"Golly, mom," he finally said after I'd teased and tongued his asshole for several minutes. "That's making my cock get even harder."

"That's wonderful," I said. "That's wonderful, my little man."

As I licked his ass I reached around him and slipped my hand on his big prick. It was as hard as a rock. It had been a long time since I'd felt a young lively cock which was that hard. I'd been fucking a lot of middle aged men in my neighborhood recently and none of them had such a firm hard stiff as my own boy did. What a treat for Mom!

I ran my fingers up and down the length of his penis. Then I turned him around.

"Now, Ronnie," I said. "You've shown me just what you look like between the legs, so it's only fair that I show you what mother looks like." He blushed, but as he sat back on that living room sofa, he nodded intently. Yes, indeed ! He wanted to know what his mother's cunt looked like!

As the boy sat on the sofa his young penis pointed up at me like a needle. I slowly began to unbutton my blouse and slip it down my arms.

Then I unzipped my skirt and let it drop down to the floor. I stepped out of it. All I had left was a bra and a pair of panties and my two stockings plus their garters. I decided to keep the last item on. Stockings and garters are often a big turn on to young boys.

I unsnapped my bra and I felt my nipples get hard as I revealed my bare breasts to my son. He stared at those nipples of mine as if he'd never seen them before. Then I slid my panties down and I almost thought that he was going to ejaculate right there when he saw my hairy crotch.

"Mother has a nice cunt," I said to him. "At least that's what all of my gentlemen friends have told me.

"Gosh," he said to me as he moved his own hands to his erect penis and began to stroke it slowly at first and then increasingly rapidly.

"Do you know how people fuck?" I then asked him. And I sat down next to him, pushing my naked tit into his side.

"I... I... I think I'm supposed to put my watering can into there," he said, pointing at my pussy.

"That's right, my little doll," I said. 'And mother is going to show you exactly how that should be done."

At that point I pushed my face to his and our lips met. My tongue forced his mouth open and we exchanged a long kiss. But as our mouths searched each other, my nipples pressed hard against his chest and he brought his arms around me.

He was a strong boy, growing stronger every day. He pulled me close to him and suddenly I felt one of his hands pushing toward my cunt.

Yes! One of his fingers slipped into the lips of my hairy cunt and was starting to explore me. I knew he was inexperienced and I knew I'd have to lead him for part of the way on our journey toward orgasm. But at least he was becoming aggressive. And, whether he knew it or not, he was rubbing his finger squarely across the head of my clitoris.

He rubbed his hand all in the hairy crack of my cunt, rubbing his palm and fingers all the way from one stocking garter to the other. The only thing I could think of doing for him in return was to rub gently on the underside of his cock again. But I was a bit hesitant to rub it too hard. After all, I didn't want him to get into my cunt and then come too soon. That's the type of thing which his father used to do.

He rubbed up my cunt and began to take my nipples instinctively into his mouth. He milked each of the two breasts in his lips and brought me to the state where I was certain that I'd orgasm if he just kept milking those big boobs of mine.

At last I couldn't stand it. So I leaned back on the sofa and pulled him on top of me. I think he understood what I was trying to do, for when I opened up my legs as wide as I could, I felt him try to poke his long swollen shaft right into the pink orifice of my cunt.

The first time he poked, he hit the head of my clit with the nozzle of his prick. It was sensational as far as I was concerned and I jockeyed into a position where I had his whole prick lying lengthwise and flat in the crack of my cunt lips. I got him to rub back and forth like that for several minutes while I could feel how swollen his prick was.

"Poor Ronnie," I said to him as our lips met again and we kissed again. "Your wang is aching to come, isn't it?"

He nodded. "It is mom," he said. "I'm going to come pretty soon."

"Well, you better hold it until your mother has a good orgasm," I said to him. "Otherwise I'll cut your allowance and I'll give you the spanking of your life just as soon as I let your prick out of me."

"I'll try to hold it, Mom," he said meekly. But I didn't even have him in me yet. And that was definitely the next order of business.

I spread my legs wide again and I let his prick pull free from lying lengthwise on my cunt.

"Poke it into the hole!" I ordered my son, and then drew up his ass in order to plunge that long wang of his into my cunt.

He brought his prick down and I felt the long bulging shaft slip right between the lips of my vagina. I felt the head of it slip into me first. Then I felt the shaft push halfway in. Then I felt that immense long rod slide all the way into my cunt, deep down into the milky wet vaginal walls until it pressed smack against my cervix at the base of my cunt.

I gasped and brought my legs up to where I wrapped my stockinged legs completely around my son's lower body. I felt my son's penis pushing way back in me and I felt those silk stockings between the skin of my legs and the skin of his hips. Then I felt his balls jouncing up and down on my buttocks as he began to accelerate the motion with which he was pistoning that long shaft of his into me.

He moved me quickly up into the plateau of orgasm and he brought me over the top when he brought his hands down and cupped his palms under each buttock of my ass. I began to orgasm just when I felt his hands there. And I immediately orgasmed again when I felt one of his fingers twist its way into my asshole "Oooh, Ronnie, my son," I moaned as I felt his cock pushing all the way back to my cervix and making my cunt tingle as it never had before. "I love my son so much." I gasped.

He said nothing in return. Rather, he stroked away at my cunt again, harder than ever before.

I felt his organ swelling up to immeasurable lengths. It felt like it was a foot long as it jabbed in and out of my poor cunt. It pushed way back into me and then he twisted it from side to side. And all the time, my stocking garters were pinching me and he had my buttocks and asshole in the firm control of his playful fingers.

He was so young and strong! The fact that he was my own son made it even more erotic for me, but when he suddenly grunted "I'm going to come!" to me I nearly blew my whole cunt off in anticipation of his youthful ejaculation.

"Please come!" I squealed to my boy. "Come now!"

And as I orgasmed for a third time I felt his cock cut loose with a tremendous spasming rip which started hot gobs of come spurting and spitting out of the end of his prick.

I felt those hot drops of come as they spattered deep down into my vagina and dripped their hot warmth onto my sensitive cervix. But there was something about this boy! He just wouldn't stop coming! I thought he was going to drain himself. I felt his cock spasm and shoot at least a dozen times before it finally dribbled a few final spurts and became limp again.

"Was that okay for you, mom?" he asked as he dismounted me and pulled his limp wang out of my cunt with a slight gurgle.

"Oh, yes, my little man," I said to him.

"You've given your mother some of the best orgasms of her life."

He looked at me and kissed my erect hard nipple.

"Did your penis feel good when it spurted off?" I asked him. "It always feels better in a vagina than in your hand."

"Oh, yes, mother," he said to me. "It felt super when all the gunk came squirting out."

"Well," I said as I wrapped my arms around him. "All that gunk made your mother very happy"

* * *

... I halted Mrs. Y. at this point so that I could ask a few questions in summary of our interview session. I began with the most obvious.

"Mrs. Y.," I said. "You found your son most gratifying sexually, is that correct?"

"Oh, yes," she nodded. "I remember being screwed by fifteen-year-old boys before, but my little Ronnie is the best hung fifteen-year-old whom I've ever screwed with."

"Earlier you mentioned that you've had intercourse with your younger son, too. Mortie, am I correct?"

"You are," she said.

"Did you decide to have intercourse with Mortie as a result of the satisfaction you obtained from having intercourse with Ronnie?"

"I guess you could say that," she said in a thoughtful tone of voice. "But I think I had already decided to have sex with both of them. I think that even if Ronnie hadn't satisfied me I would have decided to see what the younger boy's cock was like. After all, a mother shouldn't show any favoritism, should she?"

"Definitely not," I replied to her question. "Then it was very simple. After I'd begun to screw with my older son, I simply wanted to have the younger one, too. And then I wanted to have them both... at once."

"Both at once?" I repeated, making sure that the patient was neither putting me on nor stretching the truth.

"Why not?" she said. "A woman can have orgasms all night. You know that. Well, eventually one of those boys is going to come. Well, when he does I simply switch off and get the other one on top of me. I think it makes a lot of sense."

"Mrs. Y.," I said to her at that point. "I'd like you to return to tell me two things. First, I'd like to know how you enticed the thirteen-year-old to have intercourse with you."

She nodded at this point and smiled.

I continued to address her with my second point of inquiry. "And second, I'd like you to describe a session in which you and the two boys were all in bed at one time."

"You mean a time when I was fucking both of them?" she asked.

"That's correct," I said.

Mrs. Y. nodded and assured me that she would be only too pleased to return and describe these two points to me. I made an appointment for her three days hence and excused her. As she walked from my examination room she turned to me and said in leaving as she glanced at her watch, "This certainly is good timing, doctor. The boys should just be getting home from school now."


INTERVIEW TWO

Mrs. Y. returned exactly as scheduled. With her she brought a small brown bag which contained something which she said she wanted to show me.

"This is what my younger boy bought me for mother's day," she said as she handed me the bag. I took it from her and opened it. From the bag I pulled a type of condom with long rubbery fingers down on the end of it. The condom, known in the sexual trade as a "French tickler", had those long fingers so that they would fill with sperm when the male ejaculated, forcing the fingers to flex and wriggle every which way in the female's vagina.

"How was a thirteen-year-old able to purchase something of this sort?" I inquired.

"I neither know nor care," she said. "He probably got it from an older boy at school. It just shows you that he's always thinking about his mother."

"Couldn't it also be that he's also thinking about his own penis?" I asked.

"Sure," she said. "That could be it, too. But the fact is that when little Mortie came home from the seventh grade on Tuesday, he had this tickler and he wanted to fuck me with it."

I examined the condom and saw that it was not used.

"Of course it's not used," she said when I asked why it was still fresh. "He brought home a half dozen of them. We've already used three of them."

"I'd like to get right down to business today," I said to the attractive middle-aged woman. "I wonder if we might begin with how you first seduced Mortie. Then we could go right on to a group session with the three of you."

"Easy," she said. "The three of us always sleep together. We have a king size bed and the three of us all sleep nude in it every night. So you could say that whenever anyone rolls over at night there's the chance of waking up for some group sex. Anyway, I'll start off with how I first got my dearest younger child to slip his tender young penis into me."

"Please begin," I said. She immediately began to speak. My recorder picked up her statement as it follows here:...

* * *

As I said in our last session, doctor, after I'd laid Ronnie just once I was intent on getting to screw his younger brother. I figured that Mortie might even be a little easier to get between the sheets since a thirteen-year-old has fewer of the sex hang-ups that fifteen-year-olds get in our sick society.

You see, actually seducing Mortie was very easy. I happened to go into his room early one morning and I noticed that he had kicked the covers off him while he was asleep. I was just leaning over to pick up the bed covers to pull them back onto him when I looked at his pajamas.

There was a huge bulge beneath the crotch of his green cotton pajamas. My little Mortie was fully erect. I couldn't believe what a huge piece of meat that thirteen-year-old had.

I leaned over Mortie to examine that bulging crotch a little more closely. Just as I suspected. The boy was fully erect and about to have a wet dream.

I unbuttoned the crotch of his pajamas and let his penis spring loose from those confining pajama bottoms. His rod poked out and I admired how big it was. I even leaned forward in my most motherly manner and kissed his penis right on its tip.

As I kissed it, I realized that there were a few drops of sperm already at his little spout. I flicked my tongue into the boy's hole and licked out those two or three tasty drops of pre-come liquid.

Mortie moaned in gratification, but he didn't wake up. I'm sure he was dreaming about plunging his dork into some helpless young girl. Well, I had been dreaming about him plunging his dork into me. And since I was his mother, my way would have to be satisfied first.

I watched Mortie's young penis as it swelled up more and more. Mortie was very close to an ejaculation and there was no way in which I wanted all of my boy's precious fluids to go to waste. I had to make a decision. I had to decide what to do when he came.

I decided that I'd suck the boy off. To do it, though, I wanted to be totally naked. I wanted to feel that I was at one with my son.

So I unbuttoned my nightgown and let it slide off my body to the floor where I stepped out of it.

Then I realized that across the room was a mirror, a giant full length mirror. I could see my naked body entirely and I could see Mortie lying behind me on that bed.

I got up on the bed with him and let my hair hang down around his balls as I brought my loving moist mouth down on his big erection. I took his penis in my mouth as I sat down on his legs, straddling his knees with the wet hair of my cunt. I would have loved just to sit down on his prick and let my son's penis slip all the way up my cunt, but things of this nature should never be rushed. My son was still young yet. He'd have lots of time left to fuck me. But first I had to show him that his mother could give him a good orgasm.

I glanced at the mirror and saw my breasts bobbing up and down as I brought my lips up and down on his immense rigid prick. I flicked my tongue across the sensitive underside of his prick as I sucked on the head of his penis. And then I suddenly felt his body start to move.

"Mom!" he said quickly as his cock swelled to massive proportions. I knew that boys often wake up just before the ejaculations of their wet dreams, but I had hoped that this case would be different.

I spoke with a very calm and sincere voice. I had to! He was so surprised that he was almost beginning to lose that mighty erection of his. And that would never do!

"Doesn't this feel good, Mortie?" I whispered to him. And I cupped my hands under his big nuts to increase the pressure on his ejaculatory juices. I rubbed my warm palms against his balls and licked from the base of his penis all the way up to the head in one long luscious lick. Mortie moaned when I did that. He put his head back and closed his eyes.

"Do you like what Mom is doing for you?" I asked him as he let his cock swell up to full size again.

"Oh, mommy," said my dear little Mortie, "I've hoped you'd do something like this for me. I've always wanted it!"

And with those words I plunged my mouth down quickly on his cock and stroked my wet lips up and down his penis for several long tight strokes. I knew he couldn't hold it much longer... and I was right.

Within a few seconds, Mortie's penis was spasming in my mouth, gushing out its long hot jets of come. I wrapped my palms firmer than ever around his balls now and I sucked on his nozzle with all the breath any mother could muster.

I sucked furiously and pulled the come up from out of his nuts. He nearly squealed in the excitement of it all, but I had to be amazed about just how much that youngster could come. His daddy had never been good for more than six or seven hard shots plus a few dribbles. But Mortie, like his older brother, was about to squirt out at least a dozen really hard shots of come. Naturally I sucked every drop of it from his lurching, spasming penis and then swallowed it like the proud mother that I was.

I looked down on his flaccid reddish prick after I'd sucked him off. It lay there on his hairy young balls like a long snake sleeping on a pair of stones.

"I'll bet that was better than any old wet dream," I said to him.

"Gosh, Mom," he said to me. "It sure was. Wait till I tell the other guys how good that feels."

I told Mortie that sex was a private thing within families and that he mustn't tell his schoolboy friends about what we did.

"Is it okay to tell Ronnie?" he then asked.

"Of course it's okay to tell Ronnie," I said.

"Because today I'm going to keep you both home from school so that the three of us can get better acquainted. After all, both of my boys are teenagers now. Why, you're both young adults already."

"Gosh, Mom," Mortie said. "Really? No school today?"

"Only if you stay home to fuck your dear lonely mother," I said to him. And he agreed that yes he would fuck me and he got so excited that he hugged me and fondled my breasts with his childlike young hands.

Mortie was more than anxious to become a man and pierce his first vagina with his little newly developed phallus. And I was more than anxious to feel that wang of his slipping up my cunt. After all, what are mothers for?

At breakfast, I explained to Mortie that his older brother had been fucking me for a few weeks. Mortie just nodded and seemed to understand that women have very intense desires which men must satisfy. Maybe I should rephrase that: mothers have very intense desires which only their sons can satisfy.

"Now, Mortie," I said as we finished breakfast. "I'm going to show you a little trick which I've taught to your brother and which I'm going to teach you to do, too. Does that interest you?"

"It does if it has to do with my penis," said my thirteen-year-old son.

"Well," I said in response, "it concerns your penis in that you can't just stick your penis into a woman's cunt without preparing the cunt for it."

"You can't?" he asked innocently.

His older brother snapped at him in the way which only older brothers do. "Of course not, stupid!" said Ronnie. "Mom has to get her cunt all juiced up and wet before you can stick your prong in."

"There are many ways to get mother's cunt ready for fucking," I said to my younger boy as I wrapped my arm around him and loosened my nightgown again. "This is just one of the many."

I untied my nightgown and showed the boys my bosoms again. I loved the way they stared at my breasts. It would make any mother feel like such a complete woman to have her sons sit there and gawk at her breasts like that.

"I think both of you boys should take your pajamas off," I said to them. And then I added, "Ronnie, get the spray can of whipped cream from the refrigerator."

I watched as the two boys took their pajamas off again. Their bodies were still young and fresh and they hadn't yet grown the body hair that older men had. All they had were nubile and fresh young limbs plus hair where it counted most... on their balls.

I looked at the testicles of both boys as they undressed there for me. Then I stood up and took my nightgown off completely, letting them see their mother's body completely naked again. It was nothing new to either of them, but it gave me a real thrill to have both my boys staring at me naked like that.

But what gave me an even greater thrill was when I looked at their penises after I had taken all of my clothing off. Both of those dear little sons of mine had firm and hard erections, their little penises being long and pointing fiercely upward almost as if they could smell the wonderful fluid which was flowing in my cunt.

My whole genital region was tingling as the two boys walked around the kitchen naked and with erections. Then Ronnie, like a good boy, got the whipped cream from the refrigerator. Ronnie and I had done many times what we were about to do for Mortie. We figured that the best way for little Mortie to learn was for him to see Ronnie and his mother going at it.

The three of us walked out to the living room where I lay down on my back on a big soft bear rug before the still fireplace. Then I looked up at Ronnie and told him to begin.

I spread my legs apart and watched Mortie as he stared at the gaping crack of my cunt almost as if he were amazed that he had once come out of there. Then Ronnie leaned over my cunt and pointed the nozzle of that can of instant whipped cream into my milky wet cunt and sprayed.

The cold whipped cream shooting into my cunt was almost enough of a thrill to give me an orgasm. My tits were rock hard and my cunt was aching for one of the boys to get into it.

But I'd have to wait. For this was a demonstration for the benefit of my younger male child.

Ronnie filled up my cunt with that whipped cream.

"This is a high-class way of muff diving," Ronnie then announced to his younger brother who was standing there mystified with a massive blue-veined hard-on.

Then Ronnie got down on his hands and pushed his face into my cream filled cunt. I felt first his tongue as it licked the whipped cream off my pubic hair. Then I felt his tongue as it slid slowly across the head of my clitoris and circled around in a swirling motion which was obviously intended to pick up as much whipped cream as possible.

Then I felt his tongue slip into the vaginal lips of my cunt and start to lap out all of that foaming cream. I was adding my own vaginal flavor to the whipped cream, but my son gave every indication of loving it.

I looked up at Mortie and saw that the boy had an immense hard-on, still. His cock was like another big needle as he watched his older brother naked eating out his mother. "Don't worry, Mortie, love," I cooed to the boy. "You'll have your turn soon."

And just at that moment I had to stop talking since Ronnie was digging his tongue farther and farther into my cunt. I spread my legs until I thought I was going to tear them apart.

I felt Ronnie's tongue digging into me deeper than ever and I began to orgasm right into his anxious young face as he swished his tongue down deep into my womb.

"Oooh, shit!" I yelped. "Oh, shit, Ronnie. What a cunt-wise young fellow you are!"

My own son! Licking his own mother into the most fabulous tongue inspired orgasm she'd ever had. And it must have been the fact that my other boy was watching me that made it so intense.

Ronnie licked out all of that whipped cream and then came up panting. I looked toward his crotch and saw that he, too, was rock hard. My cunt felt good at the moment, but I knew that it would feel even better if it had Ronnie's young rod in it.

So when Ronnie rose to his knees I kept my legs spread wide and the crack to my cunt continued to gape wide open and stare him in the face.

"You're so hard, Ronnie, my wonderful son," I moaned to him as I undulated my hips and ass in front of him. "Don't you think you should give your mother the ultimate in satisfaction?"

"Gosh, mom," he said to me as he looked up and saw his younger brother still erect and watching us. "In front of Mortie?" he asked.

"Is there something, so secretive about sex that you can't let your own brother watch you?" I chided him.

"I guess not, Mom," he moaned to me. And I saw Mortie smile with satisfaction when he knew that he was going to be treated like a grown-up and allowed to watch his mother get fucked.

I should mention here that I had a little bit of a fantasy when Ronnie started to mount me and slide his hard wang into my wet hairy cunt. I imagined, when I saw Mortie watching his brother and mother so intently, that it would be tremendously erotic to have both of the boys watch me when I got fucked by an older man.

I was in the habit of screwing with Mr. Watkins, the local newspaper delivery man, maybe once or twice a month. Watkins had a huge prick and liked to fuck me doggie style from the rear entrance to my vagina. Normally Mr. Watkins and I screwed doggie style in front of a mirror and he'd slam his seven inch penis hard into me for several minutes before coming. Watkins was well hung. He wasn't as exciting as either of my two boys turned out to be, but I did make a mental note that next time Watkins came over to fuck me I'd have the boys watch us from under a bed or from within a closet. That would be terribly kinky as far as I was concerned.

Ronnie mounted me gracefully and I felt his long penis slide into my cunt as I moved my head to the side to watch Mortie watching me. It was quite fabulous to watch the boy watching for the first time his mother getting fucked. I think he was particularly amazed by the fact that it was his older brother who was doing the job.

Ronnie stroked his stiff penis back and forth in my gaping wet cunt and I was again conscious of the fact that that long fleshy pecker of his could reach all the way back to where it pushed against my cervix.

I wrapped my legs around my son's body and pushed my arching back up as I thrust my cunt up to greet his cock each time he pushed it down into me. I let him jab away at me with his grinding and probing long penis and within several seconds I was beginning to orgasm.

As I orgasmed I felt his prick pushing way down in my cunt again. I thought of that young boy's penis way down in there and I glanced up at his younger brother as Ronnie pressed his hand against my right boob.

He flecked his thumb across my nipple and brought the nipple up to an erect and buoyant state as he continued to probe deeply into my cunt with his prick.

"I'm gonna come, ma," he yelped to me suddenly. And I played my favorite trick on the anally oriented youngster. Just when he was on the brink of coming, which I could tell by the swelling size of his enormous penis as it jabbed away in me, I twisted my hands around to his ass where I poked my index finger into his asshole.

"Oooooooh, maaaa!" he moaned as he felt my finger go into him. And just as I felt his fabulous prick cut loose with his mighty ejaculation, his younger brother broke into laughter at how aroused Ronnie was.

Ronnie's prick spurted out in long fast shots of come which spattered deeply into my cunt and tickled the sensual little feelings in my cervix. I gasped and moaned and pressed my cunt to him as his cock was spurting off. And I felt my own cunt drift away into the delights of orgasm as he filled me up with his sperm.

Ronnie's prick spit forth with its usual amount of hard hot shots of come. But when he began to get limp right away I knew that this was one day when I'd demand a lot from my sons.

So I quickly beckoned to Mortie, the thirteen-year-old, who looked so much like his father, to come help his mother.

"Mortie," I said to him as he walked over to me with his little nuts jouncing and swinging under that erect prick. "Mother is going to teach you the facts of life now. You're going to do just as your brother did, except we're going to do it from a different position."

As I spoke, Ronnie, exhausted, pulled his stickly wet and tired wang out of my cunt and rolled over on the floor to lie on his back. The boy was tired, as any mother could see. But I was far from through with him. Men have a habit of loafing when they're satisfied even if their women aren't. It's a bad habit that mother should teach their sons not to get into.

I got up off the floor and got on all fours.

"Mortie," I asked my younger son. "Do you remember what those two dogs were doing on the lawn the other day?"

Mortie nodded. "Mrs. Cranepool said they were fighting," he said, speaking of the gray-haired old hag of a neighbor who lived next door to us. "But I figured they were screwing around."

"Well," I said to Mortie, "you were right. Mrs. Cranepool is a silly dried up old lady who is jealous because she can't get balled any more. She's not like your mother at all. Your mother's vagina needs constant attention."

"Gee, mom," said Mortie. "Does that mean it's time for me to fuck you?"

"That's right, my little cherub," I said to him. "But we're going to do it exactly the way the dogs were doing it on the lawn yesterday!"

"Wow!" said Ronnie as he looked up and caught his breath. "Abdomen to buttock fucking with mom. That always feels really good!"

"I wanna try!" yammered Mortie as I positioned myself on all fours and spread my ass open for his cock to come up from under and get into me. My cunt was still wet and turned on from fucking with Ronnie. I wanted to get Mortie in before the fires in my cunt cooled off.

"I wanna watch!" said Ronnie as Mortie moved into position behind me. I felt Mortie's penis poke me right in the rectum. I was tempted to let him fuck me through the asshole, but since it was the poor little boy's first time with his mom, I wanted to do it in a more traditional manner. I figured doggie style was traditional enough.

"You've got work to do, too, young man," I said to Ronnie as he lay beside me. I pushed my right breast over toward him and asked him to suck on it.

Ronnie was a good boy and he obeyed me immediately. He wrapped his hands around my right breast and then brought his lips to my nipple, taking the nipple in his mouth and rimming it gently with his lips as he flicked his tongue lightly across it.

Having my tit sucked after being fucked was tremendous by itself. But when I suddenly felt Mortie's prick slide into my vagina from behind I nearly orgasmed again right there.

"Oh, Mortie!" I shrieked as that long lean rod of his slid into my vagina. "What an immense tool you have!"

"Does it feel good, mommy?" he asked me as he instinctively began to stroke his long shaft back and forth in my soaking wet cunt.

"Oh, yes, my little Mortie," I said to him. "Do whatever feels good for you. That will feel good for me also."

And Mortie, sensing the urge to ejaculate within the next few moments, began to stroke his cock faster and faster in my sloppy cunt. I felt his wang stiffen up to a massive and stone-hard state when it began to push deeply into my vagina.

The end of his cock was pushing hard against the back of my cunt and was making my right tit dilate and stiffen in Ronnie's mouth as Ronnie continued to milk and suck on it.

I began to slam my ass backward at Mortie and suddenly his long penis touched some super-sensitive spot in my vagina which made me start to orgasm again almost instantly. I pressed my ass back hard to him and my son instinctively grabbed my hips and pulled my loins towards him. At that very moment his prick erupted in long sharp orgasmic spurts... the second of the day for him.

My cunt was soaking wet already, but I could still feel those hot sharp spurts of his young seeds as they flew out of his penis. I pressed my cunt to him as hard as I could and he even tightened the grip on my hips. All this time my pussy was madly spasming in the most frenzied delights or orgasm. I thought it would never stop. Each time my cunt gave me some indication that it was going to subside, Ronnie did something different to my boob and made my cunt start to orgasm for a few final thrusts.

I felt Mortie's prick getting limp after he'd unloaded his hot wet bombs into his mother's cunt. Ronnie was still lip teasing my tit and I pulled it from him. I was too stimulated and satisfied for any more playing with my boobs. All I wanted to do was to slide forward and relax.

I felt Mortie let go of my hips and I gingerly moved forward and lay, pussy-down, on that rug. One of the boys lay on each side of me. My pussy gave a little gurgle as I moved my legs. It was very wet in there and it usually gurgles if you move your legs after getting buttfucked.

"There's one other thing that mom likes right around now," said Ronnie in an attempt to show off and teach his little brother all that he knew. "Mom likes to be eaten out after we fuck her."

"What's that mean?" said Mortie.

"Well," said Ronnie. "Instead of eating out the whipped cream we squirted in out of that can, we eat out the cream which we squirted in out of our penises."

My pussy was tingling with expectation at the prospect of both of my little boys down at my cunt trying to lick me out.

"Roll over, mom," Ronnie said. "I have to show Mortie how to eat all the come out of you."

I rolled over without the slightest hesitation. I opened my poor tired legs up again and felt Ronnie's face push into my cunt. I felt his tongue slip into me and he started to lick all of our cream out of me. I enjoyed it for a few minutes more and then Mortie took his turn.

What a lucky woman I was. I just lay there and enjoyed it as the two boys took turns darting their deft and agile young tongues in and out of my pussy to try to clean it all out. To repay them for their kindness and consideration, I then sucked each of their pricks clean and dry simply by taking them in my mouth and licking them clean. I loved to keep my boys clean and pure...

* * *

... With the time for our second interview session quickly drawing to a close, I stopped Mrs. Y. at that point in order to ask her a few final questions.

"Do you ever conceive of your boys having sex with other females?" I asked, full expecting a certain hostile reaction.

"My boys?" she snapped quickly. "My boys screwing with other women! Don't be ridiculous! Why would they go somewhere else when mother can give them everything they could ever desire! The nerve of such a question!" Mrs. Y.'s expression connoted an exceptionally hostile attitude toward the concept of her sons enjoying a more common variety of heterosexual activity. I continued to test her reactions on this point.

"In other words, you'd prefer that your boys remain chaste as far as other women are concerned?" I inquired.

"You're fucking right!" she snapped at me. "Listen! My boys are as pure as the day they were born. Sex with mom is the purest thing they can do with their pricks. I'd rather see them castrated than fucking with some other girl. I'd kick any girl in the cunt who ever tried to come between me and my boys!"

"That will be all for now, Mrs. Y.," I then said to her. "I would like to see you again, even for a short consultation period."

"What for?" she snapped. "What do I need any fucking consultation for?"

"That will be fully explained to you at the time," I informed her. She didn't appear pleased with that explanation, but she did agree to return and hear me out.

* * *

As is quite evident, I think, Mrs. Y. is attempting to possess her sons more than she obviously has a right to. Her boys are growing into adulthood and she sees this as a threat to her control over them. Her marriage was not a pleasant one and Mrs. Y. sees her possession of her sons as the only redeeming factor in her life.

Obviously, however, trouble is in Mrs. Y.'s future. No matter how satisfied the boys are now, they will eventually be attracted to other females. When this occurs, if the present sexual arrangement is still intact, it will call for a titanic amount of emotional readjustment on the part of both the boys and Mrs. Y. Also, continued sexual relations between the boys and their mother might freeze the boys into adolescent sexual behavior patterns which will prevent them from relating to other women at a later age.

In short, when I called Mrs. Y. back for further consultation, it was for the purposes of sending her on to a specialist in her type of sexual case.

Mrs. Y. has confused a mother's spiritual love with a mother's physical love. Under hypnosis she has confessed that she would be agreeable to breaking her present sexual patterns with her sons for their own good. But so far her conscience will has not been strong enough to do it.

Mrs. Y., whose troubles with her sexual attachment to her sons might be readily traceable to her unfortunate sexual experiences within her marriage, is at present undergoing psycho-sexual therapy to iron out her problems. Although another doctor is in charge of her case, I call upon her regularly and find that she is responding quite well.


CASE HISTORY THREE

INTERVIEW ONE

"I can remember masturbating over my mother way back when I was about twelve years old," said Robert C., a eighteen-year-old college freshman at one of the most prestigious universities in the United States.

"I can say most definitely that I wanted to fuck her just about from the time when I was first old enough to realize what fucking was all about," Robert C. continued as he lay back on my examination couch during our initial interview session.

Robert C. had been having sexual intercourse with his mother over the course of about four years. It had started as a fairly casual affair and then become more intense. Then it had stopped altogether for a short while before it suddenly continued again. But I don't wish to jump ahead or tell a patient's story in words other than his own. I'd prefer to let the reader see Robert's own words as I heard them.

"My mother is an attractive woman," Robert explained by way of introduction to his odd sexual case. "But I think that even if she weren't particularly attractive I'd still want to have sex with her. You know. It's that sort of thing. Fucking my mother is just something that I feel compelled to do."

"You'd term your desire to have intercourse with your mother a 'compulsion'?" I asked, attempting to clarify the patient's point.

"Absolutely," said Robert. "It's not that I crave older women or anything, it's just that I always wanted to have sexual intercourse with my mother. I guess I'm just lucky that mom is a liberal lady and decided that she'd let herself be seduced."

"Seduced?" I asked.

"That's how we first started fucking," Robert said. "I seduced mom when I was fourteen."

"Would you tell me about that particular incident?" I asked.

"I don't mind," the patient said. "But I can promise you that I'm going to get a huge hard-on when I have to describe the first time I saw my mother's breasts and nipples. And as for the first time I was able to slide my long protracted--"

"Please, Mr. C.," I said, interrupting him.

tion?"

******

Archival Note: The above is exactly as it appeared in the hardcopy paperback.

******

"Of course," he said, sobering up quite a bit. I'll tell you about the first time I fucked mom. Exactly the way it happened.

He paused, and then began as I adjusted the volume control on my tape recorder...

* * *

... Well, I was fourteen when it happened. Let me assure you that I'd been wanting to fuck mom since I was about eleven. Really. I was that young when I first started to think about it.

At first I thought it was just some strange fantasy I was having. You know, I was too young to understand the cravings within my little body.

But then when I was about twelve I started to get hard-ons from time to time. After a while I discovered that I was getting hard usually when I was somewhere near mom. So I started to figure that the stiffs I was getting were something to do with sex. Naturally I assumed that mom had something to do with it, too. So there was my assumption at the age of twelve. I figured mom was a sex object simply because I used to get stiff so often when she was around.

Well, one day we went to our cousin's house in the country. Our cousins were wealthy and had a swimming pool out in their back lawn. When Mom went upstairs to change into her bathing suit, I realized that I was presented with a golden opportunity to see what she looked like naked. So I hid under the bed of the room she was using to change in.

I managed to peek up from under the bed just when mom was pulling her skirt down her legs and stepping out of it. Her legs were long and lean and I could see a strange patch of hair right under the crotch of her panties. As soon as I saw that, my pecker started to get hard. I reached down to the zipper on my shorts and unzipped my fly. I took out my stiff wang and began to rub it as hard as I could with brisk strokes both forehand and backhand. I had never jerked off before so this was about to be an amazing experience for me.

I looked up at mama and watched her unhook her bra. She pulled the bra off and revealed in full view her enormous knockers. Her breasts were firm and very large. They wobbled a bit when she moved about, but I instantly liked those massive big bosoms. Then she slid down her panties and showed me the cheeks of her ass. After that she turned around to look for her bathing suit and she flashed her pussy at me.

It was the first cunt I'd ever seen. It looked so crazy to see a crotch without any penis in all that hair. I just stared at that crotch for several long seconds as she looked around the room for her bathing suit.

As I stared, my cock swelled up and up. I stroked it harder now as I stared at that hairy crotch of my mother's. I had vaguely heard that men stick their cocks into that hairy spot, but I had never understood exactly why. I was soon to find out.

Mom saw that her bathing suit had fallen down on the floor. She bent over and I studied her wobbling boobs as she leaned forward. But then she stooped down for something just a few feet from where I was hiding and I saw that beneath all that hair at her crotch was a great big crack!

I stared at that crack and the pink lips which appeared to be within it. Suddenly it dawned on me. How nice it would feel if I were to be permitted to insert my penis into that big gaping crack. Then I could rub my penis against the warm lips of that crack and against all the wet, moist skin which I'd heard was inside there. That would feel so much better than rubbing my prick with my hand.

I imagined that I'd also have my mouth firmly on her tit. When I imagined myself sucking her tit and sticking my erect penis into that hairy crack between her legs at the same time, my penis exploded in my hand.

I knew it felt good so I just kept rubbing when my come came squirting out. All those hot seeds bolted out of the captivity of my prick. I caught all those hot gobs of come in my hand as they came flying out and I used them to lubricate my palms for the further strokes which I furiously jammed down on my penis.

I stared at my mother's pussy with every spurt that came out of my cock. I imagined that my penis was in her cunt the entire time. So after I had rubbed my cock furiously and brought it to a full and lasting orgasm, I knew that I could be fulfilled that way again only by jerking my prick off in the same manner.

I left a big puddle of come under the bed. But when I crept downstairs again and watched mom swimming in the pool in her two piece bathing suit, I could almost feel myself ready to get hard again. Sure enough, when I undressed to put my own bathing suit on twenty minutes later I got an erection. Little Tommy Giester who was undressing with me laughed when he saw my big erection. But I was proud of my penis. I told Tommy that he wasn't ever going to be a real man if he couldn't get up a boner at will. That shut him up, he said he could get hard anytime he wanted.

"How about now?" I demanded.

"Not now," he countered.

But I forced him to pull his trunks down and show me his penis. We made a deal. If he could get hard in five minutes I'd kiss his penis. If he couldn't he'd kiss mine. I won. Tommy couldn't get hard so he had to get down on his knees and take my penis into his mouth and kiss it with a long lovely suck.

He did. But when I started to get hard again in his mouth, Tommy got scared and ran out of the room bare-assed.

Well, none of this explains how I started to fuck mom. But it does explain how I came to want to. I had a mad, intense desire to put my penis into her hairy crotch. I started to read sex books a lot and I began to understand how a guy goes about fucking a girl, or in this case, his dear mother.

I used to beat off a lot over those sex books.

That's perfectly healthy, of course, but whenever I'd whack off over pictures of tits and cunts, I'd always imagine that they were mom's that I was looking at.

I beat off that way for two years, until about a month after my fourteenth birthday. Then I got tired of creaming over sinks and toilets with the image of mom's cunt and nipples in my mind eye. I wanted the real thing. So I decided to seduce my mother.

It was easy. I still think that she had great designs on my penis from the time I was born. Dad was something of a shit-head actually and mom kicked him out of the house every couple of days.

So mom slept alone in a double bed on the second story of our house. Seducing mom was very simple. I waited until she came back half crocked from a cocktail party one night. Then, before she got up the stairs, I took all my clothes off and got into her bed... stark naked.

When she walked into her bedroom, she saw me asleep in her bed. I wasn't asleep, of course. I was faking it. I just wanted her to get close enough.

But faking sleep really helped my plans to seduce her. You see, since she was half crocked and since she thought I was sleeping, she began to undress right in the room; there in front of me.

I watched her out of the corner of my eye as I lay there in those cool satin sheets that she always kept on her bed. She took off her dress and then her slip. Soon she had on no bra at all and a pair of the briefest pink silk panties that I'd ever seen.

I guess mom had planned to pick me up from her bed and carry me back into my bedroom. But it just didn't turn out that way. When she looked at me lying in her bed she saw the huge bulge under the covers which was the erection I had from watching her undress.

"My, goodness!" mother said. "Little Robbie has a hard-on."

She came slowly closer to the bed. I could smell the booze on her breath but I could also smell the delicate perfume which she always scented herself with. Once I'd discovered that she always put a dab of that perfume right on the part of her lower tummy just below her navel and just above her pubic hair. I always thought of that when I smelled that perfume.

She came very close to the bed and I couldn't lose my erection. It was still bulging up so hard under those sheets that it practically made that bed look like a tent.

I knew she was curious. She reached to the sheets and slowly began to pull the sheets and the covers off my naked body. She moved slowly because she thought I was asleep.

Temptation got the better of me. I got a real thrill when she pulled the covers completely off me and gazed at my naked erection. But as she stared at it, her left breast was dangling just above my lips. It was a temptation that no loving son could possibly have resisted. I reached my head up as I opened my eyes and I kissed mom on her left nipple.

"Robbie!" she giggled in shock and amazement. "You little devil! You're awake!"

She was stunned. And she was also a little embarrassed that I was looking at her practically naked. I'd read lots of things in books about how to touch women to seduce them. So this time I had to go for broke. I wanted to get mom's panties off and I wanted to get my erect throbbing penis into that hairy crack I'd seen two years ago. I wanted to do it so badly that it was actually starting to hurt!

"You have such lovely breasts, mom," I said to her as I pushed my hands up and took each of her breasts in my hands, each palm pressing flat against each nipple.

"Robbie!" she giggled in coy humility. "You mustn't touch mother's naked breasts!" And she giggled again as I continued to feel them and weigh them in the palms of my hands. At one point she even gave a half-hearted little push in a token attempt to push my hands away.

I took each nipple between a thumb and forefinger and made the nipples come erect. When I did that I raised my head up again and gently brought my tongue across each of those tits, teasing the pink flesh of the crest of her nipples as I gently passed my moist tongue across that most sacred area.

"Oooh, Robbie," she moaned to me. "Where did you learn something like that?"

I didn't answer her question. Instead I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her onto the bed with me. She giggled again and struggled a little.

"No, no, Robbie!" she tried to say sternly. "You mustn't try to fuck your own mother!"

"I crave your cunt, mom," was all I could think of saying to her. "See this?" I pointed to my penis. "That's one bitch of a big piece of meat and it's all for you. Understand? All for you to stick up your wet cunt!"

No doubt mom wondered where a fourteen-year-old would learn to speak so eloquently on the matter of fucking. From books, of course. But I never told her. I always let her think that she brought out the carnal and animal instincts in me. After all, she did!

She stared at my erection with the same fascination which I had stared at her pussy. "My, god!" she said as she looked at it, her face and lips being just inches from it as she crawled onto the bed with me. "Robbie's cock has gotten so huge!"

And then she did something which nearly made me squirt off in her face. She leaned over to my penis and took it softly between her moist lips, fondling the throbbing head of my penis with her lips and caressing the sensitive underside of it with a swishing motion from her tongue. It was so fine that it almost made me lose complete track of what I was trying to do.

"Well," she said as she looked up from licking my penis for a moment. "Don't stop now!"

I had stopped rubbing and lapping at her breasts. It was very obvious that she wanted more attention paid to her body. So I decided to show her just how strong a fourteen year old boy could be.

I grabbed her panties and gave them a sharp tug. They ripped off in my hands. That's right, they ripped right off. The show of force both amazed her and frightened her. She started to move away from me.

"Robbie!" she said as I gawked at her bare hairy cunt. "Bad! Bad boy ripping mother's panties off like that!"

"I don't give a shit!" I said as she began to struggle and pull away from me. "I want cunt and I want it from my mom!"

She tried to push me completely away from her but it didn't work. I had read enough books to know that a woman is conquered just as soon as you get something into their vagina. In this case it was to be my tongue... if only I could get my face into her cunt before she kneed me in the nuts and pushed me out of her bed. We were both naked now and her boobs were wobbling around in a frenzy as she sought to push me away.

I grabbed her around the hips as she tried to wriggle away from me. I held her on the bed and forced my face to her cunt. She tried to hold my face away but I was too strong. I pushed my mouth hard against her hairy crotch and slipped my tongue straight through her pubic hair.

As soon as my tongue darted into the midst of her hair and came out between the lips of her vagina, she started to struggle less. And when I caught her clitoris with the tip of my darting tongue, she spread her legs wide open and allowed me to immerse my tongue completely into her cunt.

I buried my face into her gaping wet cunt as she spread her legs as wide as she could. Her cunt quickly became flooded with the fluids of her desire. From reading so many books I knew that the flooding cunt meant only one thing--that she wanted me to put my dork into her cunt and throb it and twist it until it exploded its hot gobs of sperm deep into her.

"Oh, my son, my son!" she moaned as I plunged my tongue ever deeper into the milky wetness of my mother's warm and inviting vagina. This was the moment I'd dreamed about since the first time I masturbated under that bed while gazing at her naked pussy.

My tongue lapped up her juice as fast as she could make it. Yet her cunt was getting wetter and wetter. I cupped my hands under my mother's buttocks and held one cheek in each palm. Mom liked that. And while I held those buttocks so firmly in my hands, I forced my face ever harder into her cunt and toyed with my pinky fingers by moving them teasingly close to her asshole.

"Oh, Robbie! You've grown up so quickly," she moaned. "You're going to make your mother have an orgasm!"

"Go ahead, mom," I said as I moved my face up to where I merely nibbled on her vaginal lips. "This is all for you!"

She moaned and held my head in her hands as I continued to nibble at her cunt.

"I love you, mom," I said to her. "I've been living for the moment when I could ejaculate in your huge wet pussy."

"Oh, god, my baby boy," she said tearfully,, "what a wonderful son you are to satisfy your mother's starving cunt like this."

"For you, mom!" I said again. And I suddenly thrust my tongue back and forth in and out of her cunt, drawing it out and shoving it back in in the same manner as any well controlled and well trained penis would.

As my tongue darted in and out of her cunt in such a manner, she held my head even tighter and gave me even a little more of an opening to plunge into.

"Oh, god," I then heard her say. "I'm going to come!"

And as I held my head into her groin I felt, through my tongue, that she was deep in the midst of an orgasm. Her lower half was thrusting fervently downward on me and she was gushing forth with her orgasmic fluids. Her cunt got so wet that I thought she was going to drown me.

"Gosh, Mom," I said to her as I pulled my head away and gasped for air. "You sure do come hard!"

"It's been a year since any man has been in there," she moaned. "It's been a full year! I've been saving myself for the right man. And tonight he was waiting in my bed for me when I came home."

"Gee, mom," I said, all embarrassed and blushing. "I'm just licking out your cunt."

"Please, Robbie," she said. "I'm begging you like a mother has never begged a son before. Stick your dick in me. Please?"

I thought she'd never ask. I quickly crawled up on top of her and poked my dick toward her wet crack. It slipped in immediately, sort of like a big banana falling through the hole of a tire. She was that big. A guy couldn't ask for a bigger, wetter target.

"Oh, god!" she moaned as my long rod slipped into her cunt, "You've got a spike between your legs!"

I pushed my long dick deep into mom's cunt and shoved it as far back as I could. She wrapped her legs completely around me and pressed her pussy to me as hard as she could. Then I rubbed my dick back and forth strenuously, poking my long nozzle as deeply into her cunt as I could.

As I fucked my mother I brought my hands around to her buttocks again and held one buttock in each hand as I fucked her. My prick felt marvelous in my mother's cunt, and mom was enjoying it every bit as much as I was. I could feel her nipples hard against my chest and I could feel my balls jouncing up and down as I pushed my long dick in and out of her.

"I'm going to come again," she stammered in an excited and strained voice. And just after she said so she burst forth in words explaining just how good her cunt felt with her son's penis pressed deep into it.

"Cunt!" she gasped. "Piss! Fuck! Shit!" She panted and gasped for her breath as I changed my grip on her buttocks.

I held my prick still in her cunt for a few seconds to try to hold back the enormous come which was building up in my loins. Then I began to rub again just as her orgasm was subsiding. Immediately she started to thrust up again and I could feel her pelvic area explode with another orgasm.

But this time there was no holding back my ejaculation. My cock felt as if it were a foot long as it pushed back into her cunt.

"I'm coming again," my mother whispered in my ear.

"I'm coming, too," I whispered back. And I thought about my penis being immersed in that heavenly and hairy cunt of hers. My cock absolutely exploded and gushed forth in spurts harder than any ejaculation I'd ever produced with my hands.

As mom wriggled and writhed her ass to catch the full impact of the bursting hot gobs of come which flew out of my cock, I pressed my dick into her as far as it would go. That way the come shot right out of my dick and she could feel it land deep down within the most sacred inner walls of her motherly vagina.

I think I gushed out at least eight or ten good spasms of come before my prick went flaccid again. But I had nothing to be ashamed of. I had satisfied my mother pretty well for a little kid of fourteen. And that was something that probably my father couldn't even say...

* * *

... Robert stopped at this point and since our interview session was drawing to a close I used the opportunity to ask a few questions in summation.

"This was the first time you'd ever had sexual intercourse, is that correct, Robert?" I asked.

"It is," he said.

"Did you and your mother enjoy this incident enough to want to repeat it?"

"We did," said Robert. "In fact, just a few days later mom decided that she wanted to get fucked again. You see, after that first time, mom had thought that she'd only allowed herself to be fucked because she had come home a little drunk. It took a few days for her to figure out that the reason she had enjoyed it so much was because her own son had fucked her.

"Is that her opinion or yours?" I asked Robert as he crossed his legs on my couch.

"Both," he said. "Mom came to me after dinner. She said Dad had gone to his men's club for the evening. And then she patted my crotch with her hand."

"Did she say anything?" I asked.

"I remember her words quite distinctly," he said.

"Robert," she said. "Mother certainly would like to see her son's power tool again while Dad's out."

Then she told me that Dad had fucked her that same morning before work. But he had come too soon and left her horny all day. She told me that she was going to masturbate but she figured she'd wait until I got home from school and have me do the trick for her.

"So you and your mother had intercourse after dinner that night?"

"That's right," Robert said. "Mom taught me something which I'd always wondered about. She taught me how to buttfuck."

"Are you referring to anal intercourse or--" Robert interrupted me with his response.

"I got her through the vagina," he said sternly. "But she was down on all fours on the floor. It was funny. Mom told me to come up to her bedroom in fifteen minutes. She said she wanted time to get ready. So I waited and then when I came up to the room I saw her there nude on all fours on the floor. Her bare buttocks were facing me. Well, I got an erection right away.

Then I took off my pants and started to push my cock up from underneath her. I'll never forget that feeling when my penis slid upward into mom's vagina from the rear. I didn't know I could do it. I had such a surprised look on my face."

"How do you know about the look on your face?" I asked Robert.

"Oh," he said. "I should have mentioned that the other preparation that mom made was to angle the closet door so that when I fucked her from behind we were facing a full length mirror. Mom's big on watching me fuck her."

"I see," I said.

Robert then described how he continued to have sexual intercourse with his mother through the ages of fourteen and fifteen. Then, in incidents which were somewhat related, their habitual intercourse suddenly ceased.

"Mom and Dad got divorced," said Robert. "Mom couldn't put up with Dad's premature ejaculations any more and Dad got suspicious that Mom was getting someone else to fuck her. I don't think he ever suspected me, though."

"Well," I asked thoughtfully, "if your father moved out, why didn't that afford you the chance to move upstairs and take his place in the master bedroom?"

"Because Mom wanted the appearance of a 'father image' in the house. So she soon got a man to come in and see her. He was a huge black man, the superintendent at the high school."

"And how did he affect your relationship with your mother?"

"Two things happened at once," Robert explained. "This man, Mr. Cleveland, managed to seduce my mother one night. In fact, I was watching them so I know it happened. Mom thought I was away but actually I was out on the patio peeking through the Venetian blinds. I saw mom naked as that big black Mr. Cleveland took his huge penis out of his pants, spread mom's legs, and mounted her. He humped her up and down at a furious pace. His big black spike was driving farther into her cunt than I'd ever gotten."

"And?" I asked.

"Well, Mom seemed pretty happy to be fucking him. And I felt that I couldn't compete with a guy who had a spike like that. So I found a fifteen-year-old girl in junior high school who let me deflower her. I started to ball this girl while mom continued to screw for Mr. Cleveland. So Mom and I broke up quite amiably. We didn't fuck again for almost two years."

"Let me get this correctly," I said as I glanced again at my watch. "You and your mother ceased having an affair when you both began to have intercourse with other partners. But then, two years later, you and your mother began again?"

"That's right," said Robert. "It began all over again two months ago."

"Would you be willing to come back and tell me about just what happened?" I asked.

Robert agreed. We set a second appointment date and Robert promised to return. How he began his second affair with his mother was to be our sole topic of conversation."


INTERVIEW TWO

"Mom and I were always good friends after I stopped fucking her," Robert explained to me when he returned for his second interview session in my office. "For the last two years when I was in high school Mom and I often chatted about the good old times when we used to fuck with each other. But basically we considered the period when I was fucking her just a part of the growing up process of my boyhood."

"I see," I said to Robert as I adjusted the tape recorder. "But this relationship changed again did it not?"

"It did," Robert said. "You see, Mom went through many different men when I was in my last two years at high school. There was Mr. Cleveland then Mr. Harwood, then Mr. Bibby and even a bunch of others whose names I can't even remember. Then when I went away to college there were even more.

"And you've been at college for only six months, isn't that correct?" I asked.

"That's right," Robert said. "But you see, I was away at college for two months from September to Thanksgiving. Mom didn't see me for all of that time."

"And she missed you?" I asked the patient as he folded his arms across his chest.

"She certainly did," he said. And then I ceased interrupting him as I let him tell his story...

* * *

Well, quite frankly, I had missed Mom while I was away at college. I had fucked two different freshman girls while I was away for those two months, but every time I got into a new vagina I would compare it with Mom's.

Well, hell. Mom had a good experienced snatch between her legs. She knew how to cock-please a man. How could I get anything like that from a couple of inexperienced freshman girls?

The only good thing about those two girls was that Ann was an oralist and had a shaved pussy. That's right. Ann had a man's electric razor and was in the habit of shaving her pussy so that it would be more sensitive when guys licked out her cunt.

I'd never seen, licked or fucked a shaved pussy before I met Ann. It was quite an education. Shaved vaginas are the type of innovation in sex that make it worth while for a guy to go to college.

So when I got home for Thanksgiving, I had learned a bit more about sex than I knew when I'd gone. But what I'd also learned was that my own mother was a pretty spectacular piece of cunt. So who could blame me that I happened to accept her overtures to me when she made them. After all, we were two consenting adults.

"My!" Mom said to me as she greeted me at the railroad station the day I returned home. "My boy has become a young man."

She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. She ran her tongue over my lips and flicked the tip of it over the moustache I'd grown while at college.

"A moustache, yet," she said with a gleeful and knowing look in her eyes. "I'm not sure whether I've ever been balled by a man with a moustache," she whispered to me.

A few of the other people at the railroad station started to stare at mom and me. They were wondering why a woman of her age was paying such close physical attention to a college kid. Had they asked me I could have told them that mom and I were former lovers.

"Didn't Mr. Langberg have a moustache?" I asked her.

"Who's he?" she asked.

"The guy you fucked for last February," I said as she tried to remember. "The one where you wanted me to stay in the closet and watch."

"Oh, him," she said. "The man who you watched me ball for as you jerked off over my red dress," she said, remembering correctly everything as it had happened.

"I don't remember whether he had a moustache or not," she said. "All I remember is that he had a mammoth penis. But that's all I was concerned with anyway."

"Oh," I said.

"How's your penis, son?" she cooed to me as we walked to her car. "Have you been taking good care of that lovely big phallus of yours?"

I felt myself getting hard when Mom started to ask about my penis. I knew I had a huge stiff on after a few seconds and I knew she was trying to give me one. I was on my guard. Whenever a woman tries to give you an erection she's doing it just because she wants to have it stuffed into her vagina. Even mothers are no exceptions to the rules.

I knew she was after my penis from the second I started to greet her. She put her arms around my waist and kissed me gently on the back of the neck.

"Robbie, my little dear," she said to me, "you don't know how much your mother has missed you."

"Aw, gee, mom," I said to her.

"Mother should inspect your penis, Robbie," she then said to me. "Mother doesn't want you bringing home a lot of germs from those dirty little college girls."

"They're not dirty," I said to her.

"I hear they fuck like bunny rabbits," she said as she reached around me and started to unbuckle my belt. Then I felt her hand at my fly, unzipping it. She had my jeans loose in a few seconds. And the next thing I knew she was pulling my pants down.

"Gosh, mom," I said to her. "I've hardly been home more than a couple of minutes."

"Mother insists on inspecting her son's penis," she repeated. "And I'll tolerate no discussion whatsoever."

"Gosh, Mom," I gagged again. It had been so long since I'd fucked my own dear mother that I had forgotten what a terrific thrill it could be. All of a sudden I felt my underpants being pulled down and her hand had taken into it the long shaft of my penis. My penis was rubbery and limp when she first began to run her fingers over it and all around it. But within seconds my penis sprang to life and became rigidly erect. I felt it swell up as she ran her fingers under my balls and let one or two fingers glide on the underside of my penis. I moaned and let her kneel down behind me. She pressed her face into the crack of my ass and I felt her flick her tongue into my rectum.

"Gosh, mom," I said as that old feeling began to come back to me. "I'd forgotten how good sex could be between us."

"I'll just have to refresh your memory a bit more," she said as she pulled her wet darting tongue away from my asshole. She made me turn around and face her. She was still kneeling and, as I looked down, I could see that she had fully unbuttoned her blouse.

"I've learned something from the college girls, too," she said to me in a soft, sexy voice. "See?" she said as she pulled back her blouse and took it off. "Mother isn't wearing a bra."

I looked down and saw mom's bare breasts. They were as full and rounded as ever. But unlike the two girls whom I'd fucked at college, Mom's tits were large and fully erect with big full nipples. Her nipples were erect out of desire. And I was flattered and honored that my mother's desire had been saved up for me.

"Mother has been missing you terribly," she said to me. "And so mother wants her boy to get re-acquainted with her." And she moved her face to my erection. As I stood there in the living room with her kneeling in front of me she took the head of my erect penis into her mouth and began to slide her wet lips up and down my long throbbing shaft.

Mother certainly knew how to move her mouth up and down a penis. Even Ann, an ardent oralist at college who had blown and sucked off countless men, wasn't as good as Mom was at licking a guy's penis. I had forgotten how good Mom was. It was so good to be home!

"My little Robbie has such a big dick," she said as she flicked her tongue into the hole at the head of my penis and licked out a few little drops of semen that had gathered there. "Robbie's mother is jealous that he's been balling college girls."

"Only two," I insisted.

"That's two too many," she snapped at me. "I want you to be saving up ad your come for a big Thanksgiving weekend with your mother."

"But Mom," I said. "I had no idea that--"

"Silence!" she .said. And she moved her mouth onto my penis and took the shaft midway down between her teeth. The teeth .felt prickly and sharp on my penis, but it was oddly sensual. It made her lips feel all the more softer when she finally began to glide them up and down my shaft again.

As I looked down and saw her smiling motherly face as my penis bobbed in and out of her mouth, I again felt warm all over toward my wonderful mother; I took her head in my. hands and pulled her head closer to my genitals. As she nibbled on my balls I felt her hands slip over my buttocks and take my ass in her palms. And she pressed her palms solidly against my buttock cheeks as she worked over my tool with those hot red lips of hers.

"Mother, please," I moaned as she ran the tip of her tongue into the nizzle of my penis again. "Please! Can we go to the bedroom?"

"What a lovely boy I have," she said. "Of course we can go to the bedroom. Do you promise to take off all your clothes?"

"Yes, mommy," I gasped as she rasped her tongue across the underside of my penis.

"And do you promise to have a great, big creamy climax inside of your mother's vagina?"

"I promise, mommy," I said again as she ran her tongue's tip along the big blue vein on the underside of my dick.

"Well then I guess we can go up to the bedroom," she said. And she nibbled at my nuts for a few seconds as she pressed her naked breasts against my legs.

We went up the stairs and I undressed as I walked up behind her. My pants were already off and my erect cock stuck out like a needle above my swinging balls.

As I walked up the stairs behind mom, my penis was pointing right at her asshole. I had fucked a girl at college through the asshole, and was beginning to wonder whether it might be a nice treat for mom. But I had already promised to screw her through her vagina so I stopped thinking anally. I thought that my own mother at least deserved what she had asked for.

I watched her as she pulled off her skirt in the bedroom. I took my shirt off and was completely naked. I saw her skirt come-down, and then she unhooked her stockings. That left only the panties and she had a special 'surprise to show me with them.

"Look," she said as she turned around. She was pointing to her crotch. My eyes zeroed in on the black tuft between her legs. It was so black beneath those sheer silk panties and I could see mom's entire cunt.

"Feel it," she said, pointing again to all that hair at her crotch.

I stepped forward and ran my hand to her crotch. I felt hair. There was nothing covering her pussy even though she did have panties on. I was just a confused young boy again before the sexuality of my mother.

"They're crotchless," she said. "I wear them when I get fucked."

"You mean you want me to fuck you through your panties?" I asked astounded. I looked at those silk panties again and saw that indeed they would open up with a gaping hole when Mom lay down and spread her legs wide.

"That's right, my little male doll," she said as she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I felt her warm hard nipples press against me as she leaned forward and kissed me. But as she leaned even closer my throbbing hard rod pushed against the delicately soft skin just above her pussy. It was more than any good son should be asked to bear.

"God, mom!" I said, seizing her in my arms and squeezing her to me. "I've got to have you. And I've got to have you now!"

"Robbie!" she snapped as I gave her a mean hard hug, pressing her rock hard nipples to me so tightly that I was afraid that her breasts would burst. "Robbie! You're a wild man!"

"I can't stand it any more!" I blurted out. "I can't stand any more foreplay! I've got to have you now!"

It was just what she wanted. It was just like old times. Mom liked nothing better than to think that it was her son who was aroused and turned on beyond all control. And, by now, the truth was that it was me.

I didn't give a rusty fuck about whether or not I fucked her through her panties. All I wanted was to get my dick into my mother so that I could unload a heaving mass of come which had just built up in my testicles.

I pushed her back onto the bed and she fell backward with a hearty giggle. I watched the mounts of her breasts quiver and shake as she fell back. Yet as soon as she had landed on her soft comfortable bed, the bed where four years previously I had learned the facts of life, she opened her long tanned legs wide.

I began to climb on top of her after I had admired for a split second her delicate ankles and calves. I leaned forward as I climbed on her and I kissed her left leg just at the inside of her knees. Then I kissed it again a few inches higher up toward the thigh. Then I kissed a few inches higher than that. Then again. And again.

I kissed my way up her leg toward her pussy. I was just a few inches from it. I could smell it already. So I moved my face to her genital area and I found her soft dark hair to be very delicately scented with perfume as I poked my nose into her pubic hair. The silk which she wore around her hips and buttocks was of no concern to me. And in fact when I thought of those crotchless panties it even turned me on. I enjoyed the idea of screwing mom through her silk panties.

I pushed my face into the hairy wetness of her cunt and poked my tongue into the lips of her pussy. Instantly the tip of my wet darting tongue found the head of her clitoris.

"Oh, Robbie," Mother moaned as my darting tongue circled her clitoris, stopping only briefly to rasp itself across the very tip of her clit. "Oh, Robbie, it's just like old times when you were in junior high."

I said nothing to her. Instead I moved my tongue down the lips of her vagina until it poked through her outer lips and slipped into the wetness of her warm inner vagina.

My mother spread her legs wide and the cut in those crotch less panties was more than enough for me to lick her cunt through. I flicked my tongue all around within the wetness of her cunt. Then I withdrew my face and kissed my mother on her navel.

I worked my mouth up her chest until I kissed the area right between her breasts. Then I moved my mouth to the left and let my tongue slightly glide across her warm skin until it found its way to her nipple. And there my mouth stopped.

I took her left nipple into my mouth and felt it become harder and harder as I gently moved the tip of my hard firm tongue across it. I brought my hands up and cupped my palms around her breast. Then I increased the sucking pressure of my mouth on her tit.

"Oh, Robbie," she moaned again. "Oh, shit! How my boy can suck his mother's boob!"

"Your boobs are magnificent, mom," I said to her lovingly.

"They don't sag, do they, Robbie?" she asked me as she opened her eyes to look at her breasts. "The boobs aren't starting to sag yet, are they?"

"No, mom," I said to her lovingly and softly. "I'd tell you if they were. But they don't sag a bit. They're just as firm and hard as the knockers on the girls at college."

"My knockers are as good as those young college girls?" she asked me hopefully.

"They're better, mom," I said to her truthfully. "Your tits are bigger. And when it comes to tits, what's big is what's better!"

"Oh, my little darling," she said as she wrapped her hands around my head as I went back to nursing her breast. "I want you to have an enormous cream in me for being such a sweet young boy."

"Oh, god, mom!" I said to her in the height of my passion. "Sex with you is so good. So much better than those little college freshmen."

"Oh, my boy, my boy!" she said over and over. My cock was so hard now that I was afraid I was going to stab her with it and draw blood. I poked her with it and she admired how big and hard her son's throbbing tool had become.

"Oh, god, Robbie!" she said. "Slip it in me! Slip your peter up your dear mother's cunt!"

"For you, mom, anything!" I said. And I climbed the rest of the way up on top of her. I pushed my prick between the crack of those panties and between the red inflamed lips of her vagina. My rock hard erection pushed right through the wet lips of her cunt and engorged itself deeply and comfortably into her cunt.

Then I started to stroke back and forth with my cock. Mom wrapped her arms and legs tightly around me as I began to piston my bare ass up and down, driving my hard peter far down into her with every push.

"Shit, Robbie!" she gasped in passion. "You're like a hot spike!"

I said nothing but proceeded to piston away at her cunt. I felt the soft wet walls of her vagina pushing against the driving shaft of my prick. I slammed my cock harder and harder into her. I felt the come swell up in my balls and penis but I was determined to hold it until she was ready to come with me.

I hadn't fucked mom for over two years. I wanted us to come together in our first encounter after so long.

"Oh, Robbie," she moaned as she rotated her cunt and massaged my prick with the undulating wet walls of her vagina. "I'm so sorry I ever started to fuck Mr. Cleveland!"

"Gee-sus!" I shrieked. "Gee-sus, mom! I'm gonna come!"

"Oh, god, Robbie," she groaned. "Another few seconds! I'm gonna blow, too!"

"Gonna come, mom!" I groaned again. I was playing mental games and trying to do addition problems in my head to take my mind off how good my penis felt in my mother's cunt.

"I'm gonna blow my cunt off, Robbie!" she groaned as her voice rose and almost began to crack in anticipation of an orgasm. "Come with me, Robbie! I want my son to come at the same time I do!"

"Gee-sus, mom!" I yelped as I felt the come creeping up the shaft of my rod. "Gee-sus! I'm gonna come! Can't hold it much longer!"

Mom slammed her cunt hard up at my prick and I felt my penis touch way down deep in her vagina.

"Lemme have it!" she wailed in a frenzied screaming voice as she gripped my cock with the firm muscles of her vagina. "Cream! Cream! Lemme have it!"

It was more than any dutiful son could stand. I felt my balls pinching between my banging groin and her throbbing cunt area. The sperm was loaded in my cock like buckshot whammed into a shotgun. When I felt the underside of my prick pushing against those warm walls again I decided to let loose. Just as mom was beginning her own orgasm my own prick swelled up to proportions I'd seldom known before. Then I totally released my groin muscles and the hot gobs of come came shooting and spurting out of my prick like bullets shooting out of a machine gun.

She banged her hairy pussy up at my hairy cock for several hard thrusts. Then I pressed it hard to her and let the come leap out of my cock and squirt way down deep into my mother's vagina. It was one of those magnificent comes where you think that you're absolutely never going to stop ejaculating. And why should you? After all, doesn't your own mother deserve the absolute best in genital attention. I'd say so!

I really wasn't counting, but I think that I must have spurted off a good dozen or so hard shots. It was one of the best orgasms of my life. Why not? Hell, I'd been hard since mom picked me up at the train station. And after all, a guy's going to come particularly hard in his special girl if he hasn't fucked her for over two years.

Mom absolutely drained my balls with that fuck. I tried to get up a hard again for her about an hour later. Usually I'm good for three or four comes in a night, but I didn't have anything left for her when she wanted to be screwed again in an hour.

Well, I couldn't leave her writhing there naked and crazing cock, so I went to the kitchen and got her a banana. Then I dildoed her with it for about half an hour until she complained that her cunt was getting sore.

"Just one more thing, Robbie," she then gasped to me after I'd dildoed her for thirty minutes. "I want you to eat my cunt out."

No problem. Mom had a tasty cunt after she'd orgasmed a few times so I simply assumed an inverted position on her and began to lick her cunt dry. She orgasmed right into my face. Then I simply continued to lick her until her cunt could take no more.

In turn, she attempted to lick my penis until it became hard again. I knew it was her idea to get me hard so that I could shaft her again. But as I already said, I was drained. I couldn't raise another drop of come for her. She really didn't mind since between my penis, the banana and my tongue I'd pretty well satisfied her...

* * *

... The time for our second and final interview session was drawing rapidly to a close. So I took that opportunity to ask Robert C. a few final questions about this continuing affair with his mother.

"Have you been having sex with your mother ever since this 'second' affair began?" I asked him.

"Yes," he said. "You know how it is. Most of the guys take week-ends from college to go off and ball some girl from some other college. Me? I've been coming home. I fuck mom every weekend that way."

"And you enjoy sex with your mother again?" I asked him.

"Would I be doing it if I didn't?" he countered sharply.

"That's what I'm seeking to determine," I told Mr. C.

At that point the patient became almost belligerent. "Listen," he said. "You think I'm fucking mother because I hate my father and can't relate to other girls. Well it's not true! I fuck mom because I love her. We have a deep relationship! And I could be screwing all the pussy I want at college!"

"I never accused you of anything, Mr. C.," I said softly to him. "Do you feel that I have?"

"You're just trying to put words in my mouth!" he said, the tide of anger rising steadily in his voice. "Well, it won't work. I know how shrinks operate and I'm not going to fall for it. I won't have you describing me as paranoid or insecure in a book. I won't! I'm not talking any more. I'm finished!" And at that point Mr. C. rose from the couch and looked at me with terror and hostility in his eyes.

"Robert," I said to him in soft tones intended to soothe him. "If we could just discuss--"

"There's nothing more to discuss," he said. "You're just trying to get mom and me in trouble. It won't work!" he shouted as he moved toward my office door. "I tell you, I won't let you do it!"

I did not try to physically restrain Robert from leaving. I did, however, allow a few days for his temper to cool. Then I tried to get in touch with him over the telephone. I wanted to assure him first that it was never my intention to ridicule him or his mother. I wanted him to know that my interest in his case was purely scientific.

And second, I wanted him to return to my office to discuss his sexual habits further. I felt his intense hostilities were closely linked to his incestuous sexual patterns and I wished to be afforded an opportunity to study them further. But my wish was denied when Robert's mother answered the telephone each time and informed me that her boy was "very sick" whenever I phones. Eventually, I stopped trying.

* * *

Robert's case represents what we refer to as "frozen adolescent behavior patterns." Permit me to explain.

Robert's earliest sexual fantasies, as he described them to me, involved his mother. His mother, being quite attractive and intensely feminine, represented the epitome of sexuality to the growing boy. Since Robert had little or no rapport with his father, his mother had to serve as his adolescent sex symbol.

Robert, under such conditions, might have allowed himself to become a homosexual by confusing his own sex for that of his mother. He didn't. The reason is that Robert was set in early childhood on being a male. He could therefore never have considered himself as of his mother's sex.

But having set himself in his mind as a male and having set his mother in his mind as the epitome of feminine sexuality, there was only one logical conclusion for a boy of fourteen to make. To assert himself as an adult male, he had to sexually conquer and satisfy this paragon of female sexuality: his mother.

Robert practically said this himself when he informed me that his earliest masturbation fantasies involved his mother. When the fantasy of sex with his mother became an imminent reality, Robert's behavior followed its logical course. When presented with her naked before him, he masturbated. When she came home drunk from a cocktail party, he climbed into her bed. When fantasy became reality for Robert, he was able to relate to his mother on a purely sexual level. Thus he found her to be quite satisfying and visa versa.

This leads us to a further development in Robert's sexual career. Very often, a man's sex life is affected most greatly by both the mother of the man and the first sexual partner. When these two women are the same woman, it is easy to see what a strong affect will be had on the male in question.

In the case of Robert, Robert found his mother to be the realization of his dreams. He also found her to be quite satisfying physically. Thus, during his final years in high school and his first few months at college, when Robert experimented with new female partners, none could compare favorably with his mother. When this occurred, it was simply a matter of time before he reverted to an earlier sexual pattern which he found more satisfying.

So on that Thanksgiving when his mother made overtures to him, Robert was willing and able to accept them. He was, in fact, ready and hoping to resume having sex with his mother.

One final note. I find that there is a readily available explanation for Robert's hostility to me at the end of our interview sessions.

Robert has a guilty conscience about what he knows is not socially acceptable. While incest is an old and often satisfying form of sex, Robert is smart enough to know that it is socially "verboten" in our society. Thus, since Robert prefers sex with his mother to sex with a college co-ed, he feels that there might be something wrong with him. He is therefore quite defensive about questions which poke too close to these painful pangs of guilt. Aggressive behavior, as his was, is an immediate clue to deeply rooted feelings of inadequacy or insecurity.

As for the actions and behavior of Robert's mother, we will see that she is not dissimilar to the woman whom I have included here in Case History Four. Such behavior patterns will be analyzed at the end of this next segment.


CASE HISTORY FOUR

INTERVIEW ONE

"I suppose that if I hadn't been so concerned with the size of my labia I never would have consented to having sex with my son," said Mrs. Marjorie T. as she lay back on the couch in my interviewing chamber.

"Your labia?" I asked as I began to take written notes on the patient's appearance and behavior. Mrs. T. was in her early forties but was still quite youthful looking and attractive. Why she was concerned with the size of her vaginal lips was a mystery to me. Yet it was a mystery which was well worth exploring since it held the key to why she began an incestuous relationship with her fifteen-year-old son.

"I have particularly large labia on my pussy," Mrs. T. continued. "It may sound like something stupid or funny to you, but it's a matter of great concern to me."

"I'm not making fun of it," I said to her in a sober and calm voice. "But would you tell me why it is or was of particular concern to you."

"Well," she said. "It's true. I do have large labia. They droop a bit and hang down from my pussy. The trouble is that my husband, Alfred, is always criticizing my labia. He's always telling me that he can't stand big drooping pussy lips and that he's going to replace me as soon as he can with a younger girl."

"Most likely criticism of that sort stems from a certain insecurity on his part," I informed my patient "But what does that have to do with you and your son?"

"It's very simple," said Mrs. T. "Because I have large pussy lips I decided to let my little boy, Eddie, slip his penis into me. I wanted to see if he thought I have an ugly cunt."

I paused for a moment. "Mrs. T.," I then said. "Perhaps you should begin your story from the very start. Begin with the underlying-reasons why you initiated an incestuous relationship with your son, Eddie. Then I wish you would describe the incident when Eddie first had sex with you."

"I'd love to tell you about that, doctor," she said to me. "After all, the proudest moment of my life was the moment when my little boy shoved his massive throbbing dick into my cunt. After all, his father was watching but couldn't do a fucking thing to stop it.

"Details," I said. "For scientific reasons I need all the details you can remember. Could you begin the story immediately?" I asked.

She replied affirmatively and began a few...

* * *

... Two things started it all off. My husband's constant criticism of my vagina and my catching little Eddie playing with himself in the bathroom.

I freely admit that I do have large labia. But my husband had screwed me a number of times before we were married so he obviously knew that he was getting a woman with large labia when he married me. But after we'd been married for about sixteen years he started to look at a lot of younger girls. I started to notice how good their young legs and breasts looked. And he started to tell me that I had a large ugly cunt.

"You've got the largest vaginal lips I've ever seen, my husband, Alfred told me repeatedly.

"Aren't large pussy lips more comfortable to rub your penis between?" I asked him after he'd been cutting up my pussy lips for a few months.

"No," he said. "They're just ugly. Ugly pussy lips make it hard for a man to keep an erection. It's not feminine to have large pussy lips, you know."

Well, pretty soon I was getting hung up and strung out about my abnormally large pussy lips. Alfred had me convinced that I was less of a woman because my pussy lips were beginning to droop.

It got so that I'd be looking at men on the street and wondering whether they'd want to fuck a woman like me who had excessively large labia. I finally got so obsessed with the whole idea that it became absolutely essential that I get screwed by someone else just to test whether another man would object to my large labia.

The only trouble was that we lived in a small town. It wasn't like the city where a woman can get fucked all the time without anyone ever knowing it. In order to get fucked by one of the men in the town, I knew that sooner or later everyone would know it, including my husband. And when he found out that his large labiaed wife was getting screwed on the side, that would be his cue to go out and start screwing around with some younger girls. And that would leave me with only my son.

My son? The crazy idea suddenly came leaping into my head. Little Eddie wasn't so little any more. In fact he was a strapping young boy of fifteen. He was playing football for his tenth grade team. And there was absolutely no doubt in my mind that my good son, Eddie, had a hard and mature young penis.

Other considerations came into my mind, too. You see, Eddie was just about the only man except my husband who would be able to come and go freely from our house without causing the slightest bit of suspicion among the neighbors.

I thought that my problem's solution was very obvious. I would have to get my son to fuck me. Then he would be able to tell me honestly whether or not I had big ugly labia. In fact, getting Eddie to fuck me would be a very good idea since he'd probably seen a lot of young pussies in high school. He'd be able to tell me whether some of the younger girls had drooping pussies, too.

There was one particular day when I knew my husband had to work late. I heard Eddie come home from school and call out "Hi, mom," as he came in the front door.

Then he immediately ran up the stairs to his room. When it was completely quiet up there I got curious about just exactly what might be going on.

I'm not a suspicious mother by any stretch of the imagination, but I do think that I have a right to know what my son is doing. So I walked quietly up the stairs and peeked into his room.

Nothing. He wasn't there. So I stood still and listened. Suddenly I heard water running at the bathroom sink. So I tiptoed over to the bathroom. The door was closed and Eddie was in there. I decided that it was a mother's prerogative to peek through the keyhole and see what he was doing. After all, he could have been sick. Besides, however, I knew full well that he might have his pants down in the bathroom. And I just can't tell you how badly I wanted to see his wang.

I peeped through the keyhole to the bathroom and couldn't believe what I saw.

Eddie was standing stark naked at the sink. He had a bunch of girlie magazines lying on the floor next to him. He had a bar of soap in one hand and was working up a slicky handful of soapy wetness which he was working onto his penis. Eddie's penis was stiff. His balls were on the edge of the sink and as he stood there stark naked he was rubbing his prick and trying to masturbate.

"So that's it!" I muttered to myself as I continued to squint through that keyhole. "I've caught my little Eddie trying to top himself off!"

I watched as he worked up a slick handful of suds and squirted his hand up and down the shaft of his cock. The keyhole afforded me a good view of his penis. It was obviously rather long from the amount of space he was using to bring his hand down and back. And I watched him stroke it more and more rapidly as he pushed his balls hard against the sink and glared down at those pictures of nude women.

One of the pictures, the one which Eddie seemed to be staring at most intently, showed the full front view of a girl and her pussy. She had a big hairy snatch and it evidently turned on my son Eddie quite a bit. I saw his whole chest get red and I saw his muscles tense up in anticipation of his orgasm.

I stared at that long peter he had. It was covered with soapy water now and so was all the pubic hair that surrounded it. I could see that his balls were quite large and so was his penis. I wished that that long erection he had was being stuck inside of me instead of wasted over the picture of some naked girl.

I wished that my son would suddenly turn and rush to the door and see me peeping at him. I wished that he'd be so mad that he'd pull me down on the floor, rip my panties off and poke that long blue-veined soapy prick of his into my vagina. The more I thought of that, the wetter and wetter my vagina got. I wanted Eddie to fuck me. There was no doubt about that now. And now that I knew he was horny enough to have to beat off the first thing when he came home, I knew he'd be horny enough to service his poor mother and her drooping outer labia.

I reached down under my skirt and brought my finger up through my panties. I poked my finger through the labia of my cunt and nestled it through my pubic hair. I poked it all the way through until I found my clitoris.

I rubbed my finger over my clit, stimulating the sensitive head of my clit as I watched my son work over his enormous penis with the firm and rapidly moving fingers of his right hand. I felt a little silly masturbating over a view of my naked son masturbating, but when a mother decides what she wants, why should she be denied?

Suddenly, as I squinted through that keyhole, I saw my son push his nuts dead against that sink. I watched and listened as he gasped.

My finger rubbed hard right over the head of my clit as I saw his penis pop up to phenomenal lengths and start to spout off with huge gobs of come which squirted straight up and hit midway up the mirror above the sink.

"Holy shit!" I thought as I imagined that penis deep down within my cunt, "he comes like a fire hose.

His first shot hit midway up the mirror. The second and third spurts hit progressively lower down on that same mirror. Then the next shot hit the bathroom glass and the toothbrushes. The final shots dribbled into his hand and into the sink.

When I knew he was through coming, I jammed my finger an inch or two up my cunt trying to give myself an orgasm. But I was trying to do it quickly and I was nervous that he might suddenly come to the door and catch his mother jiggling her clit over him. So when my finger couldn't push past those drooping outer folds of my pussy, I didn't have an orgasm. I was frustrated. I peered through the door again as he turned toward it. His prick was flaccid now and was soapy as it dangled in front of his massive nuts.

I removed my finger from my cunt and scurried away downstairs. I was hornier now than I'd ever been before. I was determined that I'd have to get my son into the bed with me within the next few hours. I had to do it before his father got home. Oh, the hell with it! I didn't give a shit whether his father walked in and caught us fucking. I just wanted to get my boy Eddie in bed with me.

So I hatched out a plot.

"Eddie?" I called to him about an hour later as he sat up in his room. "I'd like you to come downstairs. I think we have something to talk about."

"What is it mom?" he called back to me.

"Come down, Eddie," I called back in my most enticing voice. "I think I have something for you which you'll be most anxious to have."

What I had for him was a hungry cunt. But I wasn't going to tell him that. I was going to let him discover it all by himself.

When Eddie came downstairs I had a bottle of wine in my hand. The bottle was open. Eddie looked at it strangely because his father and I had always forbidden him to drink alcohol in our house.

"Eddie," I said to him. "I think you're finally old enough to be able to enjoy a good stiff drink."

It was something else that I thought Eddie was finally old enough to do. But I didn't want to tell him yet. I wanted to get him loaded and then seduce him. That way he could always claim that he was drunk and didn't know what he was doing.

"Golly, mom," he said to me as I poured him a tall glass of strong wine. "I don't know if I can drink all that."

"You have to, Eddie," I explained as we sat down next to each other on the living room sofa. "The only way a young man can learn about booze properly is to really tie on a good stiff belt. Drink."

And I handed him the glass. He looked at it." All of it?" he asked.

"Every drop," I said. "Chug it. It'll go down like water."

He took the glass to his lips and belted down the whole thing. Then as he made a strange face at the hot taste in his throat, I refilled his glass. At the same time I nuzzled next to him and pressed my boob to his side. I had already removed my bra so I could tell that my big hard nipple was pressing prominently against his flesh.

"Gosh, mom," he said. His glass was full again and I convinced him to down the second glass. Then a third. Then a fourth which finished off a full quart bottle within five minutes.

"I don't feel so good, mom," Eddie said. His face was getting red. I knew the booze was creeping up on him.

"It's a little hot in here, isn't it?" I chirped to him. "Maybe we should both take off some clothes."

"Gee, mom," he said, "I don't know."

"Certainly, Eddie," I said. "Mother always knows best. And I reached over to him and undid his collar. Then I unbuttoned his entire shirt. He was getting so bombed out by all that fast booze that he wasn't completely aware of what was going on.

"I'm awfully hot, too," I said to him as I tossed his shirt away from the couch. "You don't mind if I take my shirt off, too, do you?

"Your shirt?" he gasped. "But mom...!"

"Oh," I said scoffing. "I don't have to be modest in front of my own baby boy. After all, you used to suck on my breasts years ago."

"But..."

"Don't be a prude, Eddie," I said as I loosened the final button of my blouse. "I raised you to be a man, not a little faggot."

And with those words I opened my blouse and revealed to my son my large breasts. I suppose they sagged a little and weren't as firm as the ones on the girls in his pictures or the girls at high school. But nevertheless, Eddie's mother had breasts which were fleshy and warm. And better yet, they were right next to Eddie. My breasts were his for the sucking.

"Wow, mom!" he said as I drew in my breath and threw out my huge breasts for him. "You sure are stacked!"

"That's my boy!" I said to him. I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek, being careful to push my bare tits to his chest as I leaned over.

"You can touch them if you want," I said to my drunken son. "After all, it's time you learned what a woman's breasts feel like."

His face was crimson and I was afraid that I was going to scare him away. And my cunt was so soaking wet that I was ready to stuff a table leg up it if I couldn't get my son Eddie to jam his big blue-veined peter in.

I took his hand in mine and brought it to my breast. I forced his palm to press against my left nipple. And I felt his hand become interested in my tit as his fingers began to pinch and squeeze on my tit.

"Gently, Eddie," I said to him. "I want my son to be gentle when he screws his mother."

"Screws his mother?" Eddie said in shock as he repeated my words.

"Yes, Eddie," I said. He tried to pull his hand away, but I caught it and pushed his palm back onto my tit. "If you're old enough to play with yourself in the bathroom," I said to him, "then you're old enough to learn how to fuck."

"But mom," he said. "I don't want to fuck you."

"Oh, I see," I said, mocking hurt and resentment. "You don't think I'm good enough, do you?"

"It's not that, mom," he said. "It's just that none of the other guys screw their mothers."

"That's not true," I said. "And besides do you have to do what the group always does?"

"But guys don't fuck their mothers. It's not right."

"It is, too," I said. "In a book which you're not old enough to read yet," I lied through my fake tears, "it says that ninety per cent of all American males have their initial sexual intercourse with their mothers."

"Golly," was all he could say.

"How did you think that most men learn about sex? Do you think that most girls are willing to go to bed with an inexperienced boy?"

"I didn't know, mom," he said. "Honest injun."

"Well," I said, faking some more tears, "I just want you to know that I'm very hurt. I'm very hurt that my own son doesn't want to go to bed with me."

"I didn't say I wouldn't ball you, mom," he stammered quickly. "Honest I didn't."

"Then you will fuck me?" I said, trying to dry my fake tears.

"Of course, mom," he said. "If you'll teach me how to do it."

"Well," I said. "The first thing you'll have to do is remove those pants and let me examine your big hairy testicles."

Eddie looked down to his crotch and began to unbutton his belt. I helped him along a bit by pulling down his zipper.

"Gosh, mom," he said. "How did you know that I have hair all over my crotch now?"

"Mother knows all," I said to him as I leaned forward and planted a kiss just below his navel. I could smell the sweat of his crotch as he pulled down his pants. My cunt was getting all excited again. "Mother has been finding hair in your dirty underwear for a long time, Eddie," I said to him. And then he pulled down his white cotton briefs and revealed to me his big magnificent penis.

His penis was erect from the very second he pulled those underpants off it. It was longer even than I'd thought it had been before. It was a wonderful penis. It had a thick brown ring around it just below the head and it had a big thick cap on the top of it. It was just the kind of a penis which a mother wants to put in her mouth.

I leaned forward and brought my wet lips down on it. I took him in my mouth and was almost overwhelmed with the urge to suck him off. But sucking him off would have been a betrayal of what I had originally set out to do. I wanted Eddie to fuck me. I had to see whether he, as another man, thought my labia were drooping and ugly.

"You have beautiful testicles, Eddie," I said to him as I gave his penis a firm tongue stroke on its underside. "Now I think mother should show you her cunt."

Eddie was silent this time. I unzipped my skirt and pulled it off. I left my stockings and stocking garters on as I pulled down my panties. I bared my vagina to him and revealed to him the labia which I was so concerned about.

My son stared at the hairy snatch between my legs. I wanted him so desperately to lean forward and nuzzle his face into my cunt or even stick a finger in. I wanted my cunt and my large labia to be accepted as any other woman's might be.

"Gee, mom," he said at long last, the alcohol on his breath beginning to stink. "You sure do have a nifty cunt."

"Oh, god, Eddie," I panted with real tears now forming in my eyes. "Do you really think so?"

"Oh, gee, mom," he stammered. "It's swell. It's big and hairy and looks like it might be one of the most fuckable cunts in the state."

"My boy!" I said emotionally. "Oh, Eddie! You make your mother so happy!"

"Not half as happy as I'm going to make you when I give you some orgasms," Eddie said. And with those words, his hand moved to my hairy big labia and pushed gently right through the pubic bush. He used two fingers to stimulate my clitoris. He used the two fingertips in a circular motion going around and around my cream button. Then he slipped the two fingers back farther and let them enter my vagina.

"Eddie," I panted again as I let him push me back on the sofa. "Do you know about cunnilingus?"

He shook his head slowly. "Gosh, no, mom," he said. "I know what it is, but I've never done it."

"Mother will have to be your teacher," I said as I spread my legs wide for him." Because your mother likes to have her clitoris sucked."

I showed him the little button within the top of my cunt crack. I instructed him how to push his lips to that little spot and pucker them. When he did so, I let my cunt drool in the wonderful feeling of having my son's lips to my cunt.

"Now suck," I then told him as he took the vaginal skin in his mouth. "Suck your mother's clit as hard as you can!"

He obeyed my instructions perfectly and sucked hard on my clit. Then, taking a further move from either instinct or something he'd read, he moved his mouth downward and inserted his tongue into my cunt. Then he nuzzled his mouth and its hot breath against those hairy big vaginal lips of mine.

"All this flesh," he said as he played with those thick fleshy vaginal lips. "Your little boy has found a new toy."

In return I took his penis into my mouth as he stroked my cunt deeply with long lapping strokes of his tongue. I felt his tongue explore for the first time the milky wetness of my turned-on pussy and I glided my own warm lips up and down on the long shaft of his penis. I had waited and wanted for so long to have his penis in my mouth. It was a mother's dream come true.

But having his penis in my mouth was nothing compared with having it in my cunt. After I let him give me one orgasm orally by twisting and jerking his tongue within my cunt and against my clit, I told him to turn around and get that long blue veined tool of his up my vaginal slot. A mother can only wait so long.

"It's time, my little darling," I said to him. "It's time to give mother what she wants."

He turned around and I spread my legs as he climbed on top of me. I felt his long prick pushing past those big vaginal lips of mine. But the vaginal lips were obviously of no concern to my boy. He was so much kinder and nicer than his father. My vaginal lips didn't bother my son in the slightest. He slid his long erect penis into me and began to push it deep down into me.

"Oh, Eddie," I sighed to him as he throbbed his long penis inside of me. "Oh, Eddie. My son, my love!" He shoved his cock back and forth in me and brought me almost instantly into the ecstatic state of orgasm. I undulated my vaginal muscles against his prick and I heard my son gasp with pleasure as my vaginal lips rubbed wetly and tightly against the shaft of his cock.

"Oh, mom," he moaned. "A vagina is such a terrific thing for a guy to have on his cock!"

"You're a lucky son," I moaned back to him as he pushed his penis back and forth in my cunt again. "Most mothers aren't as sexually satisfying as your mother is."

"You're terrific, mom. You're an excellent fuck!" Eddie gasped as I felt the hot juice of necessity creeping up his penis.

"You're hung like a gorilla," I said. And the idea of getting fucked by a gorilla turned me on. I pictured a big hairy ape-prick in me. But it wasn't half as exciting as my own son's penis.

"Come!" I gasped as I felt his cock stiffening up to its excessive pre-ejaculation state. "Come, Eddie, my little love! Come in mother!" My voice was cracking with excitement as I ground my vagina up into his bulging cock. I felt my pelvic area start to contort with deep orgasmic thrusts and then I felt his cock lurching and spasming. His long penis spurted out long hot gushes of come as it rubbed back and forth in my motherly vagina.

I pressed my cunt to him and his cock pumped out all the juice any mother could possibly hold. His penis was gushing like a fire hose and I felt my cunt getting so wet that I was sure it was about to overflow.

I had a massive orgasm again while he was coming. Feeling my son's spasming and unloading prick in my cunt sent me into the far delights of orgasm, delights which I'd never been lifted to by Eddie's father. I was so glad that the boy's father had to be somewhere else that night. I was so happy that Eddie had been tricked into inspecting my labia. And I was pleased that Eddie found my pussy, drooping labia and all, desirable enough to slide his long penis into...

* * *

... Mrs. T. concluded her story at that point.

"Did you have any regrets afterward about seducing your own son?" I asked her.

"None at all," she said. "You see, Eddie woke up the next day and thought he'd been a bad boy since he'd fucked his own mother. He insisted that he wanted to be punished.

"Punished?" I asked.

"Yes," said Mrs. T. "He waited until his father had gone to his Saturday afternoon bowling league and then he came to me and demanded to be punished for having fucked me that previous evening.

" 'But, Eddie, my little darling,' I said to him," Mrs. T. said. " 'You know that mother enjoyed having your penis in her sacred area.

" 'I know,' Eddie said. 'But I'd feel better if you punished me for it. I want to feel like I've been a bad boy.' " I interrupted Mrs. T. to clarify a point. "Eddie wanted you to physically punish or abuse him?" I asked Mrs. T. as she stared idly at the ceiling.

"That's right," Mrs. T. replied. "No matter how much I argued against it, Eddie wanted to punish him. You know what he wanted exactly. He wanted a spanking."

"A spanking?" I asked Mrs. T. in surprise.

"That's right," she said. "I hadn't spanked Eddie in years. But on this particular afternoon he wanted to be spanked. So I got a metal ruler from the desk and took my son over my knee as I sat on the living room sofa. I pulled his pants down and I began to give him the thrashing he asked for. I beat his buttocks until they became a fiery red. He kicked and screamed and yelled, but every time I tried to stop he screamed for me to continue with even harder slaps to his red ass."

"Did the physical abuse result in any sexual arousal on your part or his?" I asked Mrs. T. then. I could sense that she was becoming intensely excited by the details of how she spanked her incestuous fifteen-year-old son.

"Did it ever!" she said. "I walloped him across the ass until I was sure I was going to draw blood. Then I suddenly realized what was happening. Eddie was getting a hard-on from having me spank him. That's why he wanted to be disciplined. He wanted to get sexually aroused."

"And what happened?" I asked her then.

"Well," Mrs. T. said quite casually and normally, "I wasn't going to let that beautiful erection go to waste. So I had him sit down on a straight back chair. Then I straddled his penis and sat down on it as it stuck up rigidly in the air."

"Was he good and hard?" I asked.

"He was like a railroad spike!" she cooed to me in an appreciative low voice. "I love it when I get to sit down on Eddie's penis. He has a genuinely gigantic member."

The description of the spanking and the resulting intercourse between Mrs. T. and her son led to obvious questions for me to ask about how integral pain became, in the continuing sexual affair of Eddie and his mother.

"Mrs. T.," I then said, "I'd like you to come back later this afternoon to discuss this further. "I think we've come across something very important and I'd like to discuss it with you immediately at length.

"Why not?" she said. "I think my son and I have a normal, healthy and mutually pleasing relationship. I'm proud of it and I'll discuss it with anyone at any time.

"Two o'clock this afternoon?" I suggested to Mrs. T.

"I'll be here," she promised.

I was anxious to continue Mrs. T.'s dialogue immediately that same day since the only other patient I'd had, who had shown mixed sadistic and incestuous tendencies, had refused to continue a discussion we had gotten into in the final moments of our first interview session. Therefore, I wanted Mrs. T. to return the same day before she lost the will to discuss her intimate habits also.

Since all the observations I have to make about Mrs. T. tie in with her second series of personal sexual revelations I will refrain from making any observations here. I will instead continue immediately with the second interview, noting only that after that spanking incident, Mrs. T. never again worried about the size of her labia.

Mrs. T. returned to my office promptly that same afternoon to keep her second appointment. I normally don't like to put patients through the rigors of two interviews in the same day, but, as I said before I was quite anxious to hear Mrs. T's story.

"Mrs. T " I said to her as she re-assumed her place on my couch. "I'd like to get right to the heart of what we have to discuss. I'd like to discuss whatever pain techniques you and your son Eddie have in arousing each other sexually.

"Very well," Mrs. T. said in response. "I'd characterize our sex life very simply. The boy likes me to dominate him before we have sex."

"Would you elucidate on this a bit?" I requested. "Tell me exactly what you mean when you use the word 'dominate.'"

"The boy likes to be beaten and humiliated," said his mother, Mrs. T. "Very often I strip him naked and lash him with the meanest leather belt I can find. Another time just recently I forced him to crawl naked out to the woods behind the house and cut a thorny stem from a rose bush."

"And what did you do with that thorny stem?" I asked Mrs. T.

"I forced him to crawl back to the house with the stem carried in his teeth. Then I made him bow before me as I stood in a pair of high heeled boots right before him. I accepted the rose stem as a token of his affection for me and then I made him lie on his back. I placed one heeled foot to his lower abdomen and spread my legs so that he could get a good view of my hairy labia. Then I raised the thorny rose stem above my head and beat him across the groin with it."

"And how did your son react?" I asked Mrs. T.

"He screamed and hollered," Mrs. T. explained. "I actually drew blood from his testicles by carrying on the beating excessively. But it achieved the desired affect on him."

"And what was that?" I asked.

"What the hell do you think it was?" she asked me with acerbity. "It made his penis get hard."

"Did he ejaculate?" I asked her.

"No," she said. "I stopped before he was able to come. You know, I can tell by just looking at my son's penis how close he is to ejaculation. Whenever I beat him I always stop when it will be most uncomfortable for him. You know, if the come is right up there in the head of his penis, it's tougher than a bull's ass for him to have to hold it there."

"Couldn't he masturbate and wreck that plan of yours?" I asked her.

"Certainly not," Mrs. T. said. "I've taught my boy to be an obedient little sex slave. He wouldn't dare masturbate his come out any more. He's forced to hold his come until mother desires to have it ejaculated into her cunt."

"I see," I said. And you feel that the boy has acquired a desire to be so submissive in your relationship?"

Mrs. T. smiled as she answered that question. "Of course," she said. "My son Eddie had learned that there is no greater sexual joy in life than to be punished by the one he loves most. And in this case, the one he loves most is his own mother.

"I see," I said, thoughtfully jotting down a few notes on Mrs. T. and her posture on the couch. I noticed that she was twitching her ring furiously as she spoke. She also had a habit of clenching her teeth and talking through them when she spoke of how she disciplined her son.

"What I need now, Mrs. T.," I said to her, "is to hear a detailed account of a time when you disciplined your son quite severely."

"There've been so many times, doctor," she replied immediately. "I'd be hard pressed to chose a single particular time when I tortured the little dear the most."

"What about this?" I suggested. "Can you tell me about the most humiliating experience you ever inflicted on him?"

Mrs. T. nodded. She thought for a moment and then described the following incident...

* * *

... I'd have to say that the most humiliating thing I ever did to the boy happened in front of his classmates at school about two months ago. I was a really kinky thing to do to that little sex slave son of mine, but I must admit that I had a terrific orgasm 'resulting from it. Maybe it was because of all those little boys who were watching us.

I remember the day very well because Eddie was at home on a Saturday afternoon playing with three little twelve-year-old boys from the grade school. Eddie was very popular with the younger boys since the younger boys liked to look up to him as something of a big brother.

I saw them all playing a game of touch football out on our back lawn. I noticed how cute all those other little boys were. My husband was out of the house again for a while so my mind got right to work.

"I wonder if those little twelve-year-olds have ever seen a boy fuck his own mother," I wondered aloud as I watched them. Then I figured that watching people fuck was something which the children would sooner or later have to know about. So I decided to make it sooner rather than later. It would be better for the children if they knew about their penises at an earlier age.

So I decided to give those kids something they'd have with them all their lives. A memory. A memory of the kinkiest mother-son relationship they'd ever have the honor of seeing.

I went up to my bedroom and dressed myself in a long black pair of silk stockings which rose just to my crotch. I took off all my other clothes except my highest pair of heels. Then, nude except for my high heels and my high black stockings I walked down the stairs.

I passed a mirror and admired myself in it.

My breasts were full and heavy. My pussy area was alive with hair and my labia, while large, were a statement of my ultimate femininity. It took a real woman to have large labia! And mine were magnificently large. It's just that I now wanted my son's penis to slip between them.

"Eddie!" I shrieked out the back door as the boys continued to play football. "Come in here immediately! And bring those divine little friends of yours!" The boys obeyed and wandered into the house. They were immediately stunned to see me, Eddie's mother, nude, at the cunt and nude at the breasts. But they hadn't seen anything yet!

"Eddie has some business to attend to," I said sharply to Eddie and the three friends of his who were standing behind him. "Eddie is going to fuck his mother right in front of you. Aren't you, Eddie?" I snapped.

"Aw, gee, mom," he began to say. But I'd tolerate no nonsense from my son when it came to sex. So I stepped briskly toward him and brought up my knee in his genitals.

My bare knee powered right into his nuts and he bent over in agony. I'd kneed the boy in the balls before, but never right in front of his friends.

His little friends were stunned. I then pushed Eddie over and he fell at my feet in pain.

"Eddie's being very funny, isn't he?" I remarked to his little friends. And the titters of laughter began immediately.

Then I pushed my toe into one of Eddie's eyes and he yelped again.

"Have any of you boys ever seen a woman get fucked?" I asked the twelve-year-olds.

They all shook their head. "Would you like to see Eddie fuck me?" I asked.

They all nodded. They wanted to watch. So it was time for Eddie to get to work.

"Have you youngsters started to get hard-ons yet?" I asked them.

They stammered and one of them really answered.

"Well," I said. "I'll bet that Eddie's penis is rock hard right now. Let's take a look. Eddie, remove your pants."

Eddie, still in pain from the knee to his nuts, removed his belt slowly when I asked him to. When he didn't do it fast enough I gave him a sharp heel in the ribs to get him moving. Eventually, he pulled off his pants and showed his friends and his mother that his penis was hard.

"You should be ashamed of yourself, you little pig!" I shrieked at Eddie as the other boys stared at his erect penis. "You've got a hard-on over your own fucking mother!"

"But, mom--" Eddie gasped.

"No fucking buts!" I insisted.

I sat down on a chair and grabbed Eddie by his hair. I pulled him up to me and pulled him over my knee.

"Please, mom," he moaned. "Not in front of the guys!"

"You'll get the good crisp spanking you deserve!" I barked at him. And I grabbed the leather belt from his pants and folded it over in my hand to make a firm leather strap out of it.

I felt his huge erection pushing right between my legs and rubbing between my inner thighs as I pulled him up and over my knee.

"You little pig!" I said to him. "I'll teach you to play football when your mother wants to be sexually satisfied."

And I started to thrash away at his buttocks with that mean hard leather belt. The slapping sounds resounded throughout the room as Eddie's little friends tittered with laughter at Eddie's plight. Eddie was starting to cry and starting to kick his legs wildly as I walloped his bare ass with that leather belt until it was a flaming crimson on both cheeks.

"Eddie's getting a spanking, Eddie's getting a spanking!" the other little boys chirped in unison. And as they sang out their humiliating and insulting epithets at Eddie, I slapped his ass firmly and solidly in unison with their childish rantings.

But no sooner were they laughing hysterically at Eddie's spanking, than I turned Eddie over and pushed him back onto the floor.

"Not here, mom," he pleaded. "Don't make me fuck you in front of the other guys!"

But he had no choice. Eddie's penis was rigidly hard, hard enough to poke through a brick wall. And if there's one thing a mother likes to squat down on, it's her son's rigid penis.

The other children were silent as I spread my legs and straddled Eddie as he lay back on that floor. I held my cunt area above his penis and then slowly descended it on his cock.

"Oh, mom," he said. "Please stop!" I heard him say. "It feels too good."

I spread my stockinged legs wide and held open the gaping crack of my cunt. Then I brought down my large wet hairy vaginal lips onto his erect shaft and I felt my son's penis slide right up through those large labia of mine.

The other boys were quiet as they stared at Eddie and me.

"Be a good boy, Eddie," I said to my son as I began to move my cunt quickly up and down on his erect shaft. "Be a good boy and suck mother's left nipple."

Eddie reached up with his face and hands. He held both palms to my breast and placed his puckered lips right to my nipple. Then he lightly ran his tongue across the pink tip of my nipple.

"Oh. Eddie," I moaned loud enough for the other boys to hear. "You're so long!"

"Gosh, mom," he said. "I just want to come and get out of here."

"You'll orgasm your mother or I'll have your balls cut off and served to you for dinner," I snapped to him. I was in no mood for his childish antics of premature ejaculation. I was a no-nonsense type mother who wanted sex done right to her.

I jammed my arching cunt up and down on his dork with ever increasing speed. I slammed my pubic bush down onto him so hard that he kept grunting with surprise each time I slammed it down.

But each time I slammed it down on him, I felt his cock grow a little longer and push a little deeper into my pussy. I felt the tip of his long member pushing way back into my cunt until the little hole on the tip of his rod was pushing smack against my cervix. It was enough to start me having orgasms.

"Oh, my boy, my boy," I moaned as I leaned over him and wrapped my arms completely around him. He wrapped his arms around me and we ground our loins together, his firm member pushing ever harder back into my cunt.

The younger boys were sitting there on the floor watching Eddie and me as we screwed. But I didn't care. I found it quite exciting to ball my son while his little friends were watching.

In fact, I enjoyed them watching me so much that it gave me wild ideas. Why should I just show these little angels about sex. Why shouldn't I demonstrate things for them?

"Come Eddie," I said to my son. "I want you to come now."

Eddie thrashed away at my cunt and our loins pushed hard together. Then I felt his big penis swell up to its longest length of the day. I knew he had all his come bottled up in there and was ready to let it fly loose.

I slammed my cunt as hard as I could against his nuts as they were pressed up to me. And I felt his penis start to spit out its gooey hot load of sperm as I continued to push down hard on his cock. I felt all of his hot juice spurting up into my pussy.

Eddie gushed his penis up into me with long hot jets of come which spattered against my cervix and moved me into a long sustained orgasm. I moaned and nearly screamed in the delight of it. I felt Eddie come a few more spurts and then stop. My orgasm continued as I undulated my vaginal muscles against his contracting prick.

I gasped for my breath and pulled my cunt up and off of his rubbery wet dick.

"I want you to eat me out now," I then said to him. "And I want your little friends to pull down their pants."

I managed to get the three boys to come over to me and take down their pants. All three of them seemed quite anxious to learn the facts of life from me.

So I had one of the little darlings take turns with Eddie eating out my cunt. Then another of them was allowed to push his little mouth against my left nipple and begin to suck. And the third one, as I lay out on the floor, dangled his young boyish genitals into my mouth. I took his penis in my lips and sucked on him with long loving strokes. The excitement was too much for a youngster of his age. He creamed in my mouth within two or three minutes.

So I sucked the come out of his dick as it spurted out at me. I drew out quite a few large gobs and I drank them down greedily.

The boys come was salty but delicious. It had been a long time since I'd sucked off a male other than my son or husband. I quite enjoyed giving so young a boy such a special favor.

Of course, all three of the children had to be treated equally. So I let the second of the three boys get an erection on his hairy young cock and then I let him clumsily climb on top of me and stick his rod into my large labia. I wrapped my black silk stockinged legs around his trunk as Eddie and the other two boys sat by and watched.

I jerked my hairy cunt hard back and forth on his young rod. So young a boy was easily excited and didn't know anything about how to contract his ass muscles to hold back his come. So he came in less than two minutes, too, though he did manage to get off some good, solid spurts which darted way down into my pussy. I always let the younger boys fuck me on my back. That way they didn't get a perverse idea of sex from the outset. I could tell you some awful stories of the emotional problems of children who've had sex with their mothers in perverse positions at the initial encounter.

The third boy had the longest penis of the three. I got him to slide his dick into me and bang it way down into my cunt, bringing me to a very fast orgasm. The whole time he was in me I was looking up at Eddie's embarrassed crimson face. I'm sure the boy will never live down the day when he brought his friends over to play touch football and all four of them ended up fucking his mother...

* * *

... Mrs. T.'s story was concluded so I began to ask a few final questions about the incident.

"You consider this to be the most humiliating incident you ever forced your son into?" I asked her.

"Yes," she said in reply. "I think so. You see. Eddie then had to live with all the gossip at school about the three other boys who screwed his mother when he couldn't satisfy her."

"And you think your son deserves this psychological castration?" I asked her.

"Yes," she said slowly and thoughtfully. "He both deserves it and likes it. Believe me. Eddie won't have intercourse with me ever unless I do something positively emasculating to him first."

"Why do you suppose that is?" I asked, trying to elicit her opinion on the matter.

"I don t know why it is," she said. "All I know is that the boy has trouble getting an erection unless I punish him first."

"What other forms of punishment do you have for him besides spankings?" I asked her.

"Well," she said. "One of my favorite is making him crawl around naked and then taking a belt to him. That's especially good when I take the buckle end of the belt to him and wallop him across the genitals with it."

"But besides belts?" I asked her. "Do you ever employ whips?"

She paused for a moment and then replied. "I did obtain a cat.-o'-nine-tails from an agency which sells theatrical props," she said in a very cool tone of voice. "When he's a particularly bad boy I strip him naked and flay him with the cat-o'-nine'."

"Then do you have sex?" I asked.

"Oh, yes," she said. "When I whip my son with that cat-o'-nine', he gets an erection that's like a lightning rod. I have to have sex after getting him up to a rod like that."

"Thank you, Mrs. T.," I said. "I think that will be all."

* * *

I excused Mrs. T. at that time since I had completed my examination of her sexual life with her son. I had drawn my conclusions and had heard enough testimony from her to recognize certain behavior patterns which I felt were important.

Essentially, Mrs. T.'s sexual drive toward incest stemmed directly from a feeling of sexual insecurity which stemmed from her husband's constant criticism of Mrs. T.'s labia.

Mrs. T. became obsessed with the thought that oversized labia on her vagina were a statement of her lack of femininity. When her husband threatened her with the prospect of his looking elsewhere for sex, Mrs. T. became desperate.

Mrs. T  as she herself said, was desperate to have sex with another man other than her husband. Her desire was to re-affirm in her own mind that she actually was still a feminine and desirable woman. She could only do this through the seduction of another male.

By coincidence or by plan on her part, her son was the most convenient male for her to have sexual relations with.

Thus the stage was set for Mrs. T.'s seduction of her son, Eddie. But there had to be psychological preparations, too. Since it is often the latent desire of very virile males to have sex with their own mothers, Eddie was given a large dose of alcohol so that he would have an "excuse" for his behavior in case he felt contrite about it the next day.

Yet Eddie, realizing the physical satisfaction of his incestuous act, was hardly repentant after the act. In fact, he was anxious for more.

This led to a problem, too, however. Neither Eddie nor his mother could bring themselves to cope with the guilt feelings which they had about what they were doing. Therefore, they had to establish another "excuse" to cope with their guilt feelings.

Since they both felt that they had upset nature's order when Eddie had sexual intercourse with his mother, they sought to re-establish the mother's authoritarian role over her son through sadistic methods.

Since they both felt that they were doing something sexually askew, Eddie felt it necessary to be "punished" or "disciplined" before the act took place. And at the same time, Mrs. T., by punishing her son for his incestuous behavior, was able to think in her own mind that the reason for her own incestuous behavior was that her son was being a "bad boy."

Ergo, when she punished Eddie for what he was about to do, she relieved herself of guilt for what was about to transpire. With both of their guilty feelings thus eliminated by Eddie being punished, Mrs. T. and her son were free to enjoy the indulgence of each other in their bodies.

The only detail which is slightly out of place in this analysis is the question of Mrs. T. having sex with all of Eddie's twelve-year-old friends on the Saturday afternoon she described to me.

This might be explained fairly easily. Mrs. T. simply was excessively turned on sexually that afternoon and she wanted to have an intense sexual experience. Very often women desire more than one man at a time, and this seems to have been the case of Mrs. T. on this particular afternoon.

Taking things one step farther, we can see that having sex with children who were going to ejaculate fairly quickly, was not going to be as stimulating to Mrs. T. than, say, having sex with two particularly virile and potent adult males.

So therefore, she had to have three of the four boys present (including her son) merely to obtain the amount of sexual stimulation which she needed to satisfy the cravings of her genitals. She did nothing more unusual than having sex with two men, hardly an unusual occurrence these days.

Mrs. T.'s situation is free of much of the hatred and resentment of the husband which many mother-son relationships are rife with. In fact, if examined carefully, Mrs. T.'s case can be viewed simply as that of a woman who desired to have sex with a new male. The male in her case just happened to be her son. Thus, can Mrs. T. be said to be any different than millions of other American women?

From Mrs. T. we will move quickly to the case of Harold D., a thirteen-year-old boy who refers to himself quite proudly as a "motherfucker."


CASE HISTORY FIVE

INTERVIEW ONE

"I'm not only a motherfucker," announced Harold D. quite proudly when he came to my offices for our first interview session, "but I'm also a sister fucker. I mean, like I really get a kick from screwing with members of my family."

The patient appeared outwardly quite hostile. I could not immediately tell whether his hostilities were genuine or rather were defense mechanisms about what he was confessing to have done.. In any event, he seemed to be sexually quite experienced for a thirteen-year-old boy.

"Tell me, Harold," I then said to him. "Whose idea was it that you have sexual relations with your mother?"

"Both of ours," he said quickly. "We both wanted to do it, so I stuck my wang into her."

"Did you lose your virginity in this initial encounter with your mother?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he said slowly. "I lost my fucking virginity. And it's a fucking good thing, too. Hell, any guy past thirteen who's never been laid has got to be some sort of pansy or something."

"How did it come about that your mother and you both at the same time decided to have sex together?" I asked him. It seemed to me that it must have been one or the other who initiated the sexual encounter. After all, everything must begin somewhere.

Harold lit a cigarette as he lay on the couch in my office. He flicked the ashes onto the floor and spoke again.

"Look," he said. "I don't want to give you any jive. So why don't I tell you the whole story exactly the way I remember it."

"That would be excellent," I said to him, after admonishing him to use the ash tray. And this is how he told his story...

* * *

... It happened about ten weeks ago on a real hot summer day. Mom and I were alone in our house and I had just come in from cutting the lawn.

Well, that fucking summer heat makes me pretty tense. And when I get tense, I get horny. And when I get horny I like to beat off. I would have liked to fuck instead of beating off, but when you're only my age it's hard to get girls to take you seriously and let you poke your rod into their vaginal holes.

Anyway, I came in from cutting the grass and saw that mom was taking an afternoon nap in her bedroom. I was on my way in to take a shower, but I had to stop and stare at mom a bit as she lay there in only a slip. She was sleeping lightly and I made very little noise since I didn't want to disturb her.

I tiptoed closer to her bed and took a closer look at my mother. It was the first time in my life that I had ever looked at her as a physical being. I had always seen her as my mother, no as a woman who had tits and a cunt like any other woman.

But as I looked at her closely I could see the outline of her nipples beneath the sheer silk of her slip. Then, as I lowered my gaze along her sleek body, I realized that I could see a patch of pubic hair at her crotch.

I may have been hot from cutting the lawn, but I now had another problem. My penis was standing up fully erect. And I knew that it was erect from looking at mom's tits and her genitals. This was going to present a problem.

I was determined to get into the bathroom and jerk off into the sink. That would dampen those new sexual feelings I had toward mom. But I couldn't resist lying my head on the bed and looking up the short slip she was wearing. I wanted to know, for some unknown instinctive reason, whether my mother was wearing panties under her slip.

She wasn't. I stared up her slip and saw her bare and hairy cunt.

There was just enough light in the room to let me peep up her slip and see the folds of her cunt. For the first time in my life I was beginning to imagine how good it would feel to be able to slide my prick up the cunt and nestle it between those hairy folds.

Mom turned over and shifted her position while sleeping. I quickly moved back and went into the shower room.

I took a cold shower both to cool off and to see if I could get my bulging wang to contract. But after that long cold shower, my penis was still rock hard. My mother had given me a massive erection and there was no way I could get it to go down without topping it off.

I came out of the shower naked and dried myself off. Then I decided to tiptoe naked through my mother's bedroom and go to my own room where I could jerk off in peace.

I opened the bathroom door and began to tiptoe through mom's bedroom, my prong sticking straight out as my balls dangled beneath it.

Then suddenly mom opened her eyes.

"Hal!" she blurted out as she stared at my naked body and saw my protruding erection. "The very nerve! Walking through mother's bedroom in the raw!"

"Gee, mom," I said contritely. "I'm sorry. But I just wanted to take a shower and--!"

"No excuses, young man," she said as she lowered her voice and still gazed at my erect penis. "Come right over here."

"I'm sorry, mom," I said again. I was very embarrassed suddenly about being all naked there in front of her. I knew she was looking at my testicles. And even though I had just been peeping at her vagina, it embarrassed me to have her look at my prong and nuts.

But I walked over to her anyway.

She sat up on her bed and wrapped her arm around me. "You know, Hal," she said to me. "You're mother is at a stage in her life where she gets very horny. Right now, for example, I've been so horny that even dad hasn't been able to satisfy me properly."

"Gosh, mom," I said. "You mean that dad can't get his penis hard for you?"

"It's not that," she said. "It's just that mother needs a vigorous young lover. Mother hasn't seen your testicles for years up until this moment, but she can see right now that you have a very powerful wang hung between your legs."

"Aw, gee, mom," I said. "I--" But she interrupted me by reaching down to my penis and rubbing her fingers gently beneath it.

"You have a very beautiful penis," she said to me. "And you have a very hearty looking pair of gonads. They're even covered with hair already which is very admirable for a youngster of your age."

"Thank you, mommy," I said to her. And to return the compliment I slid my hand across her bare leg until my hand disappeared under her slip and nestled itself into the hair of her pussy.

"Oh, Hal," she said as I poked my finger into her crack and found it to be quite moist. "You know just what a woman wants."

"Do you want me to rub your pussy, mom?" I asked.

"Yes, my son, I do," she said to me. "I want you to rub it first with your finger and then with your tongue. After that, I'd like you to rub it with your long inflated penis."

"With my penis?" I asked in both surprise and anticipation.

"Yes," she said as she continued to rub my long organ along the long blue vein on its underside. "I want you to stroke my vagina with your penis... after you insert it."

"Insert it?" I asked.

"Yes," she said as she brought both her hands to the lower hem of her short slip. "I want my son to insert his lovely long rod in me for the purpose of ejaculating his golden gobs of come into his mother's cunt."

And with those words she pulled her slip over her head and off. I could see her nipples for the first time. They were ruby colored and large, protruding perhaps a full inch from those creamy big mounds of flesh which were her breasts. I leaned over and kissed her on the nape of the neck as she began to moan. She returned her hand to my penis. She began to stroke it with long swirling motions and I sighed as she gave my cock feelings which I'd never dreamed possible.

I'd been having wet dreams for some time now, and I liked nothing more than to wake up in the morning and feel that warm come spurting out of my rod. But mom was going to give me something which couldn't be classified with a wet dream come. The orgasm mom was going to give me was going to be so much better.

I stroked her cunt lips with my fingers for several minutes. All that time she stroked my cock with her hands.

Then she said softly to me, "Hal, I think you should know that your mother is an oralist. That means that she likes mouths pressed gently against genitals."

"My mouth or yours?" I asked naively.

"Both," she said. "I'll show you."

Mom pulled me up on the bed with her and she turned her position so that her mouth suddenly slipped down on my penis. She wet her lips with her tongue and slid them gently over my throbbing cock.

"I want you to do the same thing to me," she said to me. "I want you to lick my snatch the same way that you were moving your fingers around in there."

At first it seemed very strange to be pushing my face into my mother's wet, hairy genitals. But I enjoyed the smell of my mother's cunt and I inserted my tongue into it with the greatest enthusiasm. I stuck it in and discovered a milky wetness deep within the walls of her vagina. I immersed my whole face down into her snatch and lapped much of the creamy wetness out of her. But the more I licked the more there was to lick.

Mom moaned as she stuck her tongue into the little hole on the nozzle of my prick. She flicked her tongue all around the spout on my prick and damn nearly made me spurt off into her mouth.

"Mother likes your penis, Hal," she said. "My little Harold has a gorgeous rod!"

We lapped at each other's genitals for several minutes. She had my cock bigger and harder than it had ever been. And I had so much juice coming out of her big pink orifice that it was starting to drool down the lips of her cunt.

"I want your cock now, Hal," she said to me. "I have to have your penis."

I didn't know much about what I was supposed to do in order to fuck her and satisfy her. So I was very clumsy as I mounted her and tried to shove my prick into her snatch.

But mom was a wonderful teacher. She rolled to her side and opened her legs wide to give me a gaping wide cunt to aim my prick into. Then she grabbed my penis between her fingers and pointed it exactly into that large snatch of hers. As soon as she did that I gave a push and slipped right into her.

"Oh, Hally!" she squealed as my prong pushed way back into her snatch. "Oh, Hally!

You're such a big long boy!"

"Oh, god, mom!" I blurted out as I felt her hard nipples pushing against my bare chest. "You feel so good! Your cunt feels so good!" Instinctively I pushed my prong as deeply into her as I could push it. I felt the come squirting up my prick but I wanted to hold it back for as long as possible.

"Not yet," she gasped to me. "Not just yet! Stroke! Don't come! Stroke!"

"Gonna come, mom!" I blurted out as my prick swelled up again to balloon-like proportions. "Gonna come soon!"

"Not yet!" she gasped as she ground her throbbing cunt against me harder and harder and with increasing intensity. "Not yet! Not yet!"

"Gotta come, mom!" I yelled back. I felt her vaginal muscles undulating against my wang and I knew that the huge hot spurts would be flying out within seconds.

"Hold it! Hold it!" she moaned as she slammed her wet cunt up into me for a few final times. Then she started to squeal with delight.

"Cunt! Fuck! Vagina! Balls!" she shrieked in the loudest voice that I'd ever heard her talk in. "Oh, balls! Balls! Balls!"

"Please, mom," I started to beg.

"Now!" she yelled, cutting me off in mid sentence. "Now! Now! Come! Now!"

Just as she yelled those words I could no longer control the deep and intense feeling within my penis. I let loose everything I had and felt my prick spurt off in a massive hot and pacifying discharge of the biggest come which I'd ever managed to have.

I spurted with the greatest intensity which I'd ever felt. The come just came rushing and gushing from my penis and spattered deep down into her orgasming cunt as she continued to scream with the most intense fervor I'd ever seen.

I shot off sixteen or seventeen hard shots until I was drained. She was still grinding her cunt at me when the final drops dribbled out of my prick.

"Cunt! Balls! Shit! Come!" she whispered intensely as she ground her cunt to my rubbery prick for a few final times. And then, having been so carried away with what we'd been doing that we didn't know what was happening around us, we both happened to look up at the bedroom doorway at the same time.

It was my sister! My seventeen-year-old older sister who had been watching us the entire time since my prick had first slipped into mom's cunt...

... Harold stopped his testimony at this point since he seemed to have come half-way in his story.

"You mentioned earlier that in addition to having intercourse with your mother, Harold," I said, "you've also had intercourse with your sister. Is that correct?"

"You bet," he said.

"Did this come about as a result of her catching you with your mother?" I asked the youth as he folded his arms behind his head on my interviewing couch.

"Directly," he said. "I can tell you all about it, but it would take a little time."

"Perhaps in our next interviewing session we should discuss it," I suggested.

Harold agreed. And he then agreed to return for a second session to tell me about a menage a trois which consistently included his mother and his sister.


INTERVIEW TWO

"Like I was telling you in our last session," Harold said to me as we resumed our interview three days later, "my sister caught mom and me in a most compromising position."

"And what happened?" I asked. "Was your sister shocked?"

"Shocked?" asked the boy. "Not shocked. Jealous."

"Jealous?" I asked.

"Yes," said Harold. And he preceded to tell me the following...

* * *

... My sister, Julie, immediately walked in on us after she'd watched us bring each other to orgasm. Well, my sister was pretty upset, but not just because mom was having sex with her own kid.

You see, Julie had ideas about mom's cunt. Julie was a dyke. And I had to watch one of the most disgusting things I'd ever seen.

Julie pushed mom away from me and frowned down on her.

"How could you have sex with that little runt?" Julie snapped as she glared at me. "Don't you know that the only one who can fully understand a woman's body is another woman?"

"Julie!" mom said as she tried to cover her tits and her cunt from Julie. "I'm surprised at a daughter of mine talking like that."

"I'll show you how liberated women, 'make love,' Julie intoned at mom. And the next thing I knew, Julie was pulling off her sweater and revealing to mom and me her lovely naked breasts.

Julie's breasts aroused me immediately, even if she was my sister and even if she was acting rather like a dyke.

"Julie!" mom gasped again. But it was too late. Julie had taken off her jeans and was standing there only in a pair of green silk panties which showed her entire pussy through the sheer cloth.

"Quiet, mom," Julie said. "When I'm through with you you'll never want anything to do with a man again."

And with that Julie slid those green panties down off her legs. Julie revealed to both of us a cunt which was rich in soft brown hair and a delicate little waist above her hips. Julie was just too feminine. It was no wonder that she was a lesbian.

"Julie, please!" mom said giggling. "Not in front of your brother!"

"Quiet, mom," Julie snapped. "You've been complaining about how horny you've been. Well, I know how to satisfy another woman's needs!"

I figured Julie had learned how from Anita Van Bouton, the captain of the girl's basketball team, a haughty amazon whom Julie had been spending a lot of time with lately. But there was no need to make accusations now, not with all these goings on to watch.

Julie pushed mom onto her back and to my surprise, mom opened her legs up immediately to Julie. It was just like mom not to play favorites among the kids, and I had to give her credit for it.

As mom opened her legs wide, Julie pushed her face into mom's cunt and began to stick her tongue deep between the labia of mom's vagina.

"Oh, yes, Julie," I heard mom say. "Oh, yes. My dear daughter can cunt fuck me every bit as well as my dear son."

I couldn't believe what I was seeing and hearing. As Julie cupped her hands around mom's buttocks and pushed her face ever so more tightly into mom's cunt, mom returned the favor to Julie and pushed her own face deep into Julie's muff.

I saw all four of their nipples erect with passion. And I saw their lips lick and dart around the hairy cunt lips at each other's crotches. Their tongues followed their lips and the two ladies locked themselves into a beautiful inverted embrace, their faces locked passionately into each other's groin.

Mom opened her legs and then wrapped them around Julie's head as Julie stayed pinned into Mom's groin. From time to time one of them came up for air, but just as quickly the head and mouth would then return to its lesbian task.

"Oh, Julie," said mom. "I've never dreamed that a woman could be so satisfying. And my daughter is such a woman!"

"Anything a man is supposed to, a woman can do better," said Julie as she ran her tongue over mom's clitoris.

"Oh, Julie," mom said in an excited cracking voice. "I'm coming!"

"So soon?" asked Julie.

"Oh, yes, oh yes, oh yes!" gasped mom in a frenzy again. "The tongue, Julie. Push your tongue in!"

And I watched carefully as mom let her cunt crack gape open for Julie to push her whole mouth in, protruding her tongue deeply into the cunt crack and proudly pushing it way down towards mom's cervix.

"Oh, Julie, yes!" mom gasped. "Now, Julie.

Now!" And mom locked her own face passionately against Julie's hairy snatch as she was lifted into the delights of orgasm again.

The two of them writhed there with their faces pushed hard into each other's cracks and I could tell that they were off in the land of orgasm. Their nipples were as hard as pebbles and their faces were red as they intermittently gasped for air.

I watched carefully. And although I had just fucked my mother, I was getting a hard-on again.

My penis puffed up to long and hard proportions again as those two women lapped each other's cunts in the delights of orgasm. My cock, still encrusted with some of the hardened scum from fucking my mother, was getting sore from puffing up so big so soon again. It was sore and the only way I'd be able to relieve it was by ejaculating.

So I began to stroke it. Well, I had to. Both my mother and my sister were busy... or so I thought.

I had stroked my cock for several seconds when the two ladies broke their embrace. Mom's boobs and chest was heaving in exhaustion, but my sister was more aware of what was going on around her.

"Getting pretty excited, huh, asshole?" she said to me in her best bull dyke voice as she saw me beating my meat.

"Shut up, cuntface," I said to her. "Or I'll come in your face."

"Men are such faggots that they couldn't come at all over a woman," she snapped back. "No woman would let them."

"Oh, yeah," I said as I began to stroke my cock more angrily.

"Yeah," she said. "You can see who satisfied mom better."

"We'll see about that!" I said, losing my temper. My dyke sister had challenged my penis and that's something which no man can allow to happen without retaliation. The only way I could teach my dyke sister a lesson then was to assert the superiority of my penis over her.

So I grabbed Julie by the hair and dragged her across the bed to me.

"Hey!" she screamed. "Cut it out!"

"We'll see who's the potent one around here!" I yammered back to her. And I pulled her up into a position in which she was on her knees kneeling forward on her elbows. I was setting her up for a dog style fuck.

"Oh, shit," she said. "No! Anita will never forgive me if I let a man in my cunt!"

"Too fucking bad!" I snorted as I moved around her until my penis was poking at her asshole. She moved one of her hands back to cover up the entrance to her vagina. It was the fatal mistake in her case. Mom rolled over and watched her two children at play. Mom got so excited that she started to jiggle her clit with her forefinger.

"Fuck her, Hal!" mom said to me excitedly. "Screw Julie! Screw Julie!"

I pushed my penis against Julie's ass and my cock started to slip into her. But it didn't slip into her vagina, it slipped into her asshole.

"Oh, gee-sus!" she yelped. "Assfucked! I'm assfucked! By my own little brother I'm assfucked!"

I pushed even harder and my entire cock fell into Julie's asshole. She squirmed and yelled and swore at me. But the more I stroked that long rod of mine in and out of Julie's asshole, the less Julie resisted. Julie loved the feel of that cock up her ass. She'd never felt one up there before and was now going wild for it.

"Oh, shit, Hally!" she yelped after a full minute of rapid stroking. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"

"Me, too!" shouted mom. And as I looked toward mom I saw that she was jiggling her clit with one finger and stroking the inside of her cunt with a finger from the other hand. I figured that since both of them were orgasming, there was no reason for me to be left out. So I let it rip and all my hot spurts of come went tearing up out of my cock and shot into the inner recesses of Julie's asshole...

* * *

... "And that's how you, your sister and your mother became a regular menage a trois?" I asked him.

"That's right," Harold answered. "We get together regularly now. Sis likes to be buttfucked but she still likes to lick mom's cunt. I like to suck Julie's breasts as well as jam my prick into mom's vagina. It's a good setup. Everyone's happy."

"It sounds like they are," I said to him. "It sounds that way indeed."

* * *

I will cover the specific question of Hal's sexual obsession in the pages of summation which follow this case. However, I would like to make one comment here on the subject of the lesbian relationship between Julie and her mother.

Julie is a young girl of seventeen. And like the family studied in Case One, Julie and her brother and her mother all have a tendency toward sexual experimentation.

The children have been raised in an "anything goes" atmosphere and are therefore ready to try almost any form of sex which their curiosity becomes intrigued with.

Their mother, being of middle age now, is one of the generation which missed out on today's permissiveness. She is therefore willing to experiment, too, since as a young girl she could not.

My only comment on the family affair would have to be that all parties seem to be pleased with it.


SUMMATION

Having examined five human beings who have come to me to discuss their incestuous sexual patterns, what can we say about incest? That these people are sick? That they are perverts? That they should be locked up in jails or mental institutions?

While the great majority of Americans might actually respond yes to one of these rhetorical questions, I would have to most emphatically say no to each one of them.

Incest, you see, is simply the way in which these people have chosen to fulfill themselves. These people are no different than any one of us. They seek sexual gratification in the way in which they are satisfied most. If such a way happens to be by mother-son sex, then who are we, if these people are of sound mind and bodies, to say that their way is "wrong"?

Let us examine these people individually. John M. (Case One) went to bed with his mother because she insisted upon it after catching him in the midst of a sexual encounter with his girl friend. John's mother was driven by the urge which is most basic to all females: sexual gratification. There was a strong indication in John's case that John's father was both resented by John's mother as well as incapable or unwilling to satisfy her. John's mother sought quick and urgent sexual gratification. Her fastest way to that end was through a relationship with her son.

Mrs. Y. (Case Two) had sexual relations with both of her two sons. In her case, her incestuous behavior stemmed from a resentment of her husband as well as a sexual obsession with the penises of her two boys. In any case, however, and despite the fact that Mrs. Y. was undergoing certain neurotic tendencies, it can be said that her sexual encounters with her boys were most satisfying to her.

Robert C. (Case Three) is more Oedipal in the traditional sense. Robert confessed to being obsessed with his mother's vagina. He was smart enough to know what he desired sexually, but he was not aware enough to realize that his guilty conscience about his gratifying sexual habits were strictly from the feeling which society in general has about incestuous behavior. Robert thus suffered severe guilt pangs even though his continued and renewed sexual relationship with his mother was much more gratifying that anything he could get from the college co-eds he'd been to bed with.

In the case of Mrs. T. (Case Four), we can see that her incestuous patterns developed out of a feeling of sexual insecurity evolving from the size of her vaginal lips. Mrs. T. was in a situation where she had to have another man in order to prove to herself that she was still a desirable woman. When that man turned out to be her son, both mother and son were easily able to dispel any emotional problems involved with an incestuous affair. Both mother and son were mature enough to realize that their relationship was gratifying and pleasing to both of them. Thus they allowed it to continue.

And in the case of Harold D. (Case Five), it can be seen that the patient acquired an immediate sexual fixation with his mother's vagina at the time when he found her asleep in nothing but a revealing short slip.

Harold's case is unique to maybe one out of every five hundred American males. When a boy acquires a sexual fixation (i.e., the vagina of Harold's mother) in early adolescence, he will lose it just as quickly unless it is immediately satisfied.

When Harold was fortunate enough to have immediate intercourse with his mother, his obsession with her vagina, as explained in the final words of case five, became frozen. Thus he had remained in this psychological state where he desires sex with his mother exclusively.

The reason I have gone into these details a second time in this summation is simply so that the reader might be able to reread the details of each of these five cases and recognize a common thread which is woven throughout the sexual habits in these five cases.

That is, that each of these five cases has shown people who have initiated incestuous affairs under odd circumstances. But what is constant throughout is that physically and emotionally, these affairs have been satisfying. That is the basic tenet we point to when we come to our final conclusion of this report.

That is, we conclude that incest (between mothers and sons in particular) is a legitimate form of sex which is indulged in by many normal and healthy people. The only drawback and psychological limitations on incestuous relationships are those which have been imposed on them from the outside.

I thus find little immoral about the incestuous patterns of these five people. And if a young boy and his mother came to me for advice, told me that they planned to have sex, and convinced me that they both understood what they were doing, I could only say one thing to them.

And that would be, "Go ahead."


The End
