Billy and His Mother
"If I live to be three hundred, I won't be able to understand why everyone is so up tight about mother fucking. As for my doing in the old slut, she deserved it! And I'll tell you why. After you know the whole story, I'll bet you'll agree with me…
"When my dad died a few years ago, did Sylvia really care? She did not! What's that? Oh! I've been calling my mother by her first name ever since I was a little kid. You see, she didn't like being called 'Mother.' I guess it made her feel too old. She didn't like the thought of growing old. And you should have seen her a few months ago when she turned thirty-eight! She was drunk for a solid week, It was right after that she found out she had the boozer's disease, cirrhosis of the liver; it was right after that, I decided to kill her.
"Like I said, Sylvia couldn't have cared less when Dad kicked off with a heart attack a few years ago. I know what I'm talking about, because one day I heard her talking to one of her friends about it, and she told Edna that Dad had always been a bit of a bore.
"'Why should I care if the impotent old bastard is dead?' Sylvia smirked. 'He didn't make love to me for several years; he couldn't-and I'm a practical person, Edna, The lumber business is in my name, and so is everything else. So why should I concern myself about my "poor dead Hubert"? After all, everyone dies…
"Naturally, Sylvia and Edna didn't see me, but I was certainly there, right up at the top of the steps, listening. Sylvia never would have suspected me of being such a snoop; she wouldn't have suspected me of anything. She was too stupid. I mean that she never noticed anything I did. To her, I was just there,' a kid who had come along by accident-the main reason she married Dad. He had knocked her up when she worked for him as his secretary. He stuck his dick in her and I was the result. Consequently, while she treated me okay, she did leave me pretty much to my own devices, letting me do pretty much as I pleased. Then, after she began hitting the bottle, she was usually too damn drunk to care. She had always been a lush, as far back as I can remember, but after Dad died and wasn't around to control her, she must have put away a couple of quarts a day, usually vodka. That's all she did: drink and fuck, and eat cock and pussy, and get her own cunt sucked by Jose and Ramona-but I haven't told you about them yet, have I? I certainly am glad they're locked up, too!
"You see, Jose, and Ramona had been working for us for almost five hears. Jose, was our combination chauffeur, yardman, and houseboy, and I've got to admit that he was one good-looking stud-about thirty I should say, a tall, broad-shouldered guy with a cock that looked like a small rolling pin. I suppose that's why my old lady enjoyed fucking him so much, because of that large peter of his.
"Ramona, Jose's wife, was our cook and maid. She was a few years younger than her husband and so sexy you could get a hard tongue just by watching her walk away from you. But it wasn't until after I had fucked my mother that I was able to get in Ramona's pants with my tongue and dick. Come to think of it, I don't know who was the best screwing, Ramona or my old lady. Ramona had nice tits that reminded me of good-sized grapefruits, and a very shapely ass-and boy, almost as much hair around her pussy as she had on her head. Well, not quite, 'cause her hair hung down past her waist. Sylvia was just as pretty though. She had real clear skin and a better shape, and I think her titties were prettier. I do know she could suck my prick better than Ramona could; I know that for fact. Of course, this is only my opinion. They were both good fucking, that's for sure. Then again, I don't have too much experience in fucking matters. My mother was the first woman I ever got to screw; then she fixed it up so I could fuck Ramona. Before that, I was jacking off.
"Would you believe it if I told you that the first time I saw Sylvia get fucked was when I was a little over twelve years old. At the time-and that was before we moved into the big house-my bedroom was right next to theirs, and there was a connecting door, which was always locked. This didn't make any difference; I could still make out their words when I pressed my ear to the crack; unfortunately I couldn't look through the keyhole because it was stopped up. But I could still listen, and make out what they were doing.
"I wasn't so dumb that I didn't know Dad wasn't fucking Sylvia. I was pretty dumb, and had never been told anything about sex, except what I had been told by other boys. But I did know where babies came from and that a man had to stick his cock in a woman to make a brat. Trouble was, I didn't know exactly how it was done. A friend of mine and me often diddled each other in the butt, and that kind of worried me, too, as I thought that maybe a boy could get knocked up that way. Anyhow, it was one summer in July, that I finally got to see Dad fucking Sylvia.
"It happened quite by accident one morning after I had gotten up early. I couldn't sleep because of the heat and had decided to get up and go lie in the hammock out in the yard. I was getting into my pants when I heard Dad and Sylvia in the next room. Right away I put my ear to the door. ‘I'll suck you first,' my father was saying, then we'll lap fuck.' My mother mumbled something, but I couldn't make out her words, except the word ‘peter.'
"Quickly finishing my dressing, I hurriedly tiptoed from the house, my heart pounding as I made my way along the side of the house, finally going around the corner and sliding carefully up to the window of my parents' bedroom. My mouth was very dry as I peeked in, and my heart was racing, Damn! There was the old man on his knees, by the side of the bed, his face buried in Sylvia's pussy. My mother was lying on her back, her head on a big pillow, her eyes staring up at the ceiling. Her arms were outstretched, her hands opening and closing. I could barely make out what she was whispering.
"'Hubie, you do that so well. A little higher… there! Ohhhhhh! That's it; right on the button. Suck it hard. Move your tongue on it fast, in and out… "
"I just stared and stared, feeling my own cock getting hard. I unzipped my pants and began to jack off, all the while wondering what ‘button' meant, all the while watching. Suddenly my mother burst out with 'Ohhhh! Now! Now, Hubie! FASTER! I-I'M COMING!'
"I knew what that meant. Then I saw Dad get up from beside the bed and wipe his mouth, while Sylvia wiped off her pussy. Her cunt was covered with thick curly hair, and I saw that Dad's peter was really an enormous affair, sticking out for what must have been a good foot!
"Then it happened. I shot against the side of the house, watching as the thick come dribbled slowly down the aluminum siding. Then I returned my attention to the bedroom. Dad sat down on a chair, with his cock sticking up like some kind of tall flagpole. Smiling, Sylvia went over to him and paused. Naked, she was certainly a beauty! I think that's the first time I got the idea that I'd like to fuck her; I wondered then, too, how it would be to suck her tits and lick her pussy.
"Facing Dad, Sylvia began to lower herself on his monstrous cock, straddling his lap, her legs outside of his, her hands holding onto his shoulders, while he held her by the hips. Gradually, ever so slowly, she began to move her body up and down on his big thing, sort of twisting and churning herself on his cock, all the while gazing into his eyes. Then Dad began sucking her nipples, first the left one, then the right. It was the weirdest sight I had ever seen. Christ sake! She was fucking him fucking him!
"I heard Sylvia whisper, 'Honeybun, use your finger on my behind.'
"Now I ask you: whoever heard of calling a grown man 'honeybun?'
"Dad complied, reached around and-by God!-slipped a finger into her asshole! Man, that was really something! Sylvia fucking Dad's cock, and him finger-fucking her shithole. I began to tremble with excitement.
"Mother, said, 'Dear, I'm-I'm about ready. How about you?'
"'Just a few minutes more,' Dad whispered. 'Try to hold off a few minutes more-and when y-you come down, try to squeeze it-and hard!'
"I wondered, Ready for what? And what was there to 'hold off for? Sure, now I know what they meant, but I didn't then.
"Sylvia whispered, 'Oh honeybun! G-Get r-ready… ‘
"With another hard on approaching, I stared, my eyes as round as saucers, my breath almost choking me. I almost fell over backward from surprise as Dad actually rose from his chair, his arms around Sylvia's hips, her arms around his neck; and I could see he was struggling to hold her to his cock, Once he was upright, Sylvia wrapped her long legs tightly around his butt and upper thighs, folding herself around him like some kind of snake, forcing his prick into her cunt as deep as it would go. I figured that was one crazy way to fuck! Sonuvabitch! A man would have to be as strong as an ox to get a piece of tail. I almost forgot to jack off as I saw Dad lean forward and heard him gasp, 'T-That's i-it, Love-duck-I-OHHH! Ann! NOWwwwwwww!'
"Uh-huh. Dad called Sylvia 'Love-duck'! The old fool! She began crying, 'Yes, Y-YES! Oh God! I-Uhhhhhh. I'm c-coming a-againn.'
"Dad released her a few seconds later, and she stood upright, shaking and quivering and hanging onto him. And me? I jacked off like crazy and shot all over the side of the house once more. I'll tell you something else: Starting with that day, I began frigging myself two and three times a day, my fantasies always revolving around Sylvia. In my dreams, I'd either be fucking her, or licking her cunt, or sucking on her asshole. Don't ask me why. That's just the way things were.
"As I got older, I began reading science fiction magazines, and sometimes I'd trade these to to Nelson, the boy I was cornholing, for some eight page 'Bibles.' I remember one time I gave him three Astounding Stories for five fuck books. You know the kind of books I mean: those little three-by-five books that were filled with cartoons of people fucking, like Popeye, Moon Mulling, Jiggs amp; Maggie-books like that. As soon as I'd get them, I'd run homer go up to my room and jack off. But as I grew older, I found a more exciting way to frig myself.
"I made the amazing discovery; that I could masturbate to greater enjoyment if, when I did it, I had an article of Sylvia's clothing with me. Often, when she was not at home, I'd sneak to the clothes hamper and get a pair of her panties. I would then go to my room, strip myself naked, and get on the bed, after which I would pull the panties over my head. While chewing on the crotch of the panties, I would then pull my cock, all the while thinking how wonderful it would be if I could chew on her in the flesh, even better if I could actually fuck her. Shit fire and save matches! How I wanted to fuck Sylvia, and the fact that she was my mother didn't concern me in the least. Any woman with a snatch can have a brat. That's no big deal!
"All this was before Dad's ticker quit tocking. With him alive, I knew I couldn't even try to screw my old lady-not that I entertained any hope of ever being able to do so. At that time, I had to content myself with masturbating while thinking of her, while her panties were imprisoning my head and I was thinking of her pussy, muttering over and over to myself the different parts of a woman's cunt I had memorized from a medical book-glans clitoris, vestibulum vaginae, frenulum labiorum…
"About my mother's panties-she had them in all colors, pink, blue, red, green, but I preferred chewing on red ones. If I couldn't get a red pair, then I'd settle on any color. And I'm not kidding a bit when I say that, at the time-and this was about three years ago-I was a juvenile pussy expert, knowing more about a woman's cunt than most men!
"Sylvia's ass also fascinated me! I attribute that to seeing Dad shove his finger into her rectum. Very often I would fuck my hand thinking of doing things to my mother's tail. When I did this, I'd let my mind pretend. I still do it this way; I did it last night in my cell-and say, wouldn't it be possible to put me in a private cell? The other prisoners keep calling me 'mother-fucker!'
"Anyhow-Sylvia will lie on her stomach, naked, and I will lie on top of her, my feet facing her head. I then begin what I must do. Very quickly I plunge my face into her waiting butt, delighting in the cold feeling of her cheeks against mine, in their coolness which is in direct contrast to my flushed face. As Sylvia's fanny warms to the touch of my tongue and lips-I am licking and kissing her now-I slip my mouth deeply within her perfumed crack.
"I had other ways of jacking while thinking of my mother. Sometimes I'd lie on my back and pull my pud. I wouldn't chew on Sylvia's panties though when I frigged myself in this position; instead, I'd chew on a pair of her silk stockings. I'll lie there and chew and jack off and, when I came, try to hit the center of the target I had suspended from the ceiling, so that it hung only a foot or so above my peter. In the center of the cardboard I had painted a woman's cunt-in red water color-about six inches long. Ha-ha! And I sure was a marksman. I never missed hitting the cunt dead center.
"Other times, I'd put a pair of Sylvia's panties in the center of the bed and, lying down on top of them would fuck them in that manner, by jabbing my hard peter into either the crotch or the ass section. As I fucked my mother's panties I'd chew on a pair of her hose and think of all the nice black cunt hair between her legs. Or I'd concentrate on licking her asshole, or fucking it, or maybe on her sucking me off-and then I'd shoot my come all over her panties! I sure had a lot of jack-off fun that way…
The next time I saw my mother get flicked was a few months after Dad died. Between the first time and this second time, we had come up in the world. Dad's lumber business had prospered and we had moved to a new house in a classier section of the city. I didn't like the new arrangements at all, because now my bedroom was no longer next to Sylvia's. Now I was at one end of the hall, and hers and Dad's at the opposite end. Naturally, after Dad croaked, by mother still continued to occupy the same bedroom, all of which made it rather difficult for me to know what was going on at night. I knew something was going on, got wise to it about a month after Dad died. I knew that Sylvia was having a ball in her room with somebody, after she figured I was asleep. What she didn't know was that I'd sometimes lie awake for two or three hours after I went to bed and jack off. While I'd be frigging away, I'd hear faint laughter and other sounds coming from her room. My bedroom wasn't that far away from hers; then, too, I have very good ears.
"About the second time I heard these strange sounds, I sneaked down the darkened hall and put my ear to Sylvia's door. I would have looked in through the keyhole, but the door was a modern one and didn't have any. Was I surprised! Jose, and Ramona were in there with Sylvia. I heard her say, 'All right, you Mexican bastard, fuck her in the mouth and eat my pussy while you do it.' As usually, Sylvia was three-fourths stoned. Right away my cock got as hard as a brickbat, and I wanted to continue to kneel there and listen while I jacked. But I couldn't. I didn't want to come in my hand and I certainly couldn't splatter all over the door. The only thing I could do was rush back to my room, lower my pussy target, and jack off. And that's what I did… After that, I made plans, for I was determined to see Sylvia and our two servants in action. If I lived to be four hundred, I was going to see them fuck and suck each other-and any other thing they might do in the way of sex. The question was-how?
"The answer was amazingly simple. As I have said, my room was at one end of the upstairs hall and Sylvia's room at the other end, between which was a guest room. Jutting out from the French windows of each bedroom was a small balcony, a sort of porch on which one could stand, just big enough for two or three people to sit on. I suppose their main function was to prevent a forgetful person from walking through the French doors and falling to the ground below, which was about twenty-five feet. Since each balcony was separated from the other by only a few feet of space, I figured that it would be a simple matter for me to go from balcony to balcony until I reached my mother's room. That's what I did one night, when I heard fuck noises coming from my mother's room.
"I'll never forget that night, even if I live to be two hundred. After I had heard the sounds and had sneaked down the hall and listened at Sylvia's door, to make sure that she and the two spiks were fucking it up, I raced back to my own room. If it had been summer, I would have sneaked naked across the balconies. I always go to bed naked. But now it was almost zero outside! Hurriedly, I put o,n a heavy coat, a pair of rubber soled shoes, and gloves. Then I opened my balcony doors and went outside, closing the doors softly after me. Jesus Christ! It was colder than an Eskimo's butt, and to make things just dandy, as though the whole world was watching me, there was a full moon, shining as brightly as a searchlight. Although not too anxious to cross the balconies, especially since the ground below was frozen as solid as concrete, I was driven by desperation and need, determined to see my mother in action with the Mex servants. I paused, gathered in my courage and crossed over the short space to Sylvia's balcony, afraid that her drapes might be pulled. They were-and they weren't! They were closed; yet there was a thin crack of light toward the bottom, through which I could peek, provided I got on my hands and knees and bent my head almost to the floor.
"Trembling with a strange anticipation, I knelt down and peered into the bedroom, ignoring the wind whistling around my balls. There she was-dear old Mother-half sprawled on the bed, stark naked and juiced to the gills, a glass of joy-juice in her hand, a half-empty fifth of Scotch on her night table next to the big bed. Bang! I got an instant hard the moment I saw her pretty cunt, which reminded me of a large mouth with fur around it.
"Jose and Ramona were also naked, both of them standing in front of Sylvia.
"Ramona had a beautiful body, almost as lovely as Sylvia's, her boobs like two big grapefruits topped with big cherries, her body a light tan, her pussy lips almost gaping. She also had a nice full ass.
"I stared openmouthed at Jose, whose cock was even bigger than my father's, with nuts three times the size of mine. He had so much hair on his chest and legs that he looked like an ape! I gawked some more!
"'UMmmmmmm,' Sylvia giggled drunkenly, almost slobbering. 'I see the two of you are all set for action. My, Jose, you certainly have a big cock tonight -just right for sucking-and Ramona, stick out your tongue, dear,' Sylvia took another long sip of her booze. She belched loudly.
"Obediently, Ramona stuck out her tongue, and my mother slurred, Tell me, you Mexican whore, do you think I have beautiful breasts? Tell me?'
"'Yes'urn,' Ramona said, fingering her cunt. 'Them is real nice tits.'
"'Come over here and suck them then.'
"Ramona went over to my mother, got to her knees by the side of the bed, and began sucking Sylvia's boobies, pulling on the nipples as hard as she could. Grinning like a damn fool, Jose wiped a hand over his slick black hair and began slowly to masturbate-and that's what I was doing, wondering how fast my hand would freeze if I took off my gloves!
"Sylvia belched, giggled, and said, 'Ahhh, that's the way to do it; that's just fine, Ramona.' Then she addressed Jose. ‘Jose, I'm going to have her suck my cunt in a moment. You lay down on your back in front of me, and she can mount your mouth and you can suck her while she sucks me.'
"I did it! I shot a thick wad of come against a lower window of one of the French doors! But I kept right on jacking, somehow thinking that I was frigging an icicle! Man, was it cold! Even my asshole was as cold as an iceberg! And try to jack off with gloves on-with the moon shining and the wind blowing! While kneeling with your head almost to the floor! You have to be a master masturbator to do that!
"'Si,' Jose said, getting to the floor on his back, his head between my mother's legs, Then Ramona knelt down between Sylvia's legs, pressing her hair-pie to Jose's mouth as she leaned forward and buried her face in my mother's pussy. Sylvia-she flung her shapely legs around Ramona's head and neck and whispered, 'That's it, you sweet little Mexican slut. Lick my clit with that fine tongue of yours. Suck me like you go down on Jose. AHhhhhh, OH-Ahhhh! Try to get more of your tongue in my cunt.'
"Me? All the while I watched, getting a stiff neck and almost freezing to death.
"I guess Ramona sucked Sylvia's cunt for almost ten minutes, while Jose ate her pussy. All the while, between drinks, my mother moaned and sobbed in passion; finally, Ramona made her pop off to heaven and back. Roughly then, Sylvia pushed the girl from her and stumbled to her feet. Boy, was she juiced! Staggering across the room to a wing-backed chair, fuck juice running down her thighs, she almost fell into it. She was one fucking sight…
"'Jose,' she gasped, 'bring me another dinkie-doo. Ramona, get me the dildoe. Then the two of you can get on the bed and do a sixty-nine; I'll watch and masturbate. Jose, you get on the bottom. I want to see your big peter working in Ramona's mouth.'
"I soon found out what a 'dinkie-doo' was-a water-glass full of Scotch. I didn't have the slightest idea what a dildoe was (Sylvia finally told me, about a week later). At the time, I wasn't too curious; I was too damn cold.
"Ramona opened a dresser drawer and took out a device that, apparently, was made of plastic and shaped like a prick, minus the head and balls. I must have been ten inches long! Ramona handed the man-made cock to my old slut of a mother (I found out later it was called a ‘battery massager') who, sitting on the edge of the chair with her legs spread, turned it on and rammed it full-length into her pussy. I tell you, that mother of mine had a cunt you could have lost a log in! Then Jose climbed on the bed and Ramona climbed over him, in a reverse position. Just like that they began sucking each other.
"Crazy! It was all real crazy-my mother sitting there, drunk and fucking herself with a humming cock… Jose and Ramona on the bed doing a sixty-nine, and me outside half-frozen and jacking off with my gloves on!
" ‘AHHhhhhhileleleleleF Sylvia suddenly howled. The nutty bitch sounded like she was choking! But I guess her cunt was TNT and the dildoe the spark that ignited her. Gasping, almost falling out of the wing-backed chair, she blabbed out, ‘N-Now we'll-we'll have an orgy-as soon as I have another dinkie-doo…"
"I didn't stay around to see what else the slut did with the two tamale eaters. Sure, I wanted to, but I was too cold, so cold I was afraid my numb hands and feet wouldn't obey me when I tried to get back to my own room. I had no choice but to retrace my route over the balconies and return to my own room-and I had to break one of the window panes of the French doors in order to get in. In leaving, I had accidentally locked myself out! Shit! I was almost frozen, and was rather afraid that my ears might have gotten a touch of frostbite. However, the cold hadn't affected my mind, and as I thawed out, I put together a scheme-a daring one, but I had made up my mind. I was going to screw my mother! I would fuck Sylvia in her cunt. I would fuck her in her mouth! I WOULD FUCK HER IN HER ASS!
"It was the very next day that I put my master fucking plan into action, beginning during the evening. After dinner, Sylvia and I went into the living room, where she indulged in her favorite hobby-booze-and I read science fiction and watched television. By nine o'clock she was more drunk than sober, and during the ten o'clock news, she mumbled, 'Billy honey, be a good boy and fix me another drink. Anything will do. I have to relax and get a good night's sleep. I didn't get two winks last night.'
"You sure didn't, you damned slut, you, I thought. You were too busy fucking!
"'Yes, Mother dear,' I said politely, getting up and going over to the well-stocked liquor cabinet, which contained more booze than some small bars. Wanting something that would disguise the taste of the ground-up sleeping capsule I intended to drop into her drink, I chose sloe gin, pouring a generous amount into a glass, along with the powder, which I had hidden in a tiny envelope. Then I handed the glass to Sylvia.
"What? Of course not. I didn't intend to kill Sylvia, not then. It was a few months later that the idea to knock her off occurred to me. You think I'm stupid! I know more about biochemistry than you do, mister! I knew that booze and sleep.powders-in fact, booze and any kind of sedatives-were a dangerous combination, but I had only given her one capsule, knowing that such a small amount wouldn't kill her, that it would only, in combination with the alcohol, make her pass out for what I had in mind.
"Sylvia looked drunkenly up at me with glazed eyes when I handed her the glass. 'Wot-what's zat, strawberry soda pop?' And the old whore giggled.
"No, Mother,' I said, watching her very carefully. ‘Sloe gin!' You stupid slut!
"'Dont call-call me mutherr,' she muttered. 'Y'know-I'm not that old.'
"'Yes, Sylvia.'
"As she drank her booze, I moved around the room, making sure the living-room drapes were tightly drawn. Ten minutes later, mother dear had finished her drink and had passed out cold, lying there snoring in the chair. Quickly I checked the front door to make sure it was locked; then I checked the back door, after which I returned to the living room and switched off the lights, with the exception of one lamp by the piano. Going over to Sylvia, I looked at her, trembling over the realization that, at long last, I was finally going to get to diddle her. I shook her by the shoulders, calling softly to her. She didn't move. Fine, The old whore's in dreamland. I was so nervous my own breath sounded like a bellows. I did it. I unbuttoned Sylvia's blouse and-oh sweet, tap-dancing Jesus! What beautiful boobs she possessed! She never wore a bra around the house, which made it easy for me to pull her tits out into the light of day-or the half-light of night if you prefer. I practically panted while I gaped and gawked, and when I began squeezing them, working them like soft dough, I shot off in my pants, but hardly noticed it at the time. I was too excited. You'd be too-getting ready to screw your own mother. Those tits of hers. If I live to be five hundred, I don't think I'll ever see better tongue-water-boobs than what Mother had. They were even lovelier than I had previously thought.
"After I finished playing with her tits and rolling her big nipples between my fingers, I raised her skirt as high as I could and, wriggling my hands underneath her, began tugging at her panties. I had hoped she wouldn't be wearing any, but she was, a green pair. I finally succeeded in pulling them down over her hips and legs, and finally over her ankles and feet. Then I pulled her shapely legs apart, spreading them as wide as I could. The horrible thought hit me: You've miscalculated, you damn fool! You can't fuck her! You can't get your peter into her, not the way she's sprawled out in the chair. Take her out of the chair and lay her on the floor? Dumb ass. Fuck no! That's too risky! She might wake up! Use your head, stupid-SUCK HER!
"Kneeling between Sylvia's legs, I moved in close to her fabulous fuck-hole, staring at the fur-surrounded slit with all the reverence of a newly dead saint gawking at his god. My, my! Her cunt was wet and foamy and-by God! She had been out during the afternoon- said she was going shopping, but she hadn't brought any packages home with her. Hmmmmm… I'll bet some dude fucked her! If I suck her, will I be gulping-what's left of some stud's come? No matter…
"I am convinced that after a shapely ass, a cunt is the most beautiful thing in the world. Breathing heavily, I leaned forward and began brushing my lips through her soft cunt jungle, walking my tongue through those curly hairs that reminded me of cornsilk after a rain. Nervously, anxiously, passionately, I pushed my thumbs into the gash and pulled apart her lips, gazing into the reddish, wrinkled interior, the thought striking me that I was an alien invader about to enter forbidden territory. The way she had shoved that ten-inch dildoe into her pussy! I suddenly thought of her cunt as a bottomless well, a giant pit that could seize my tongue or cock and imprison it forever!
"Feeling sweat running from my armpits, I slowly moved my trembling fingers over the slick wet surface of her pussy-mouth, inching upward, seeking her clitoris-or, as the books say, her corpus and glans clitoridis. Like I said, I am a cunt expert.
"I had no trouble finding her clit, which was like an extra tiny cock and soft. I played with it, tickling it with the tip of my finger for several minutes, and then bent to give her a big suck. By now, my peter was hard again, and I let my dingdong dazzle the air, by pulling it out of my pants.
"Now! This was it! What I had dreamed of and always wanted! I began by kissing and licking her smooth white thighs, all the while moving upward until finally I was nibbling at her vulva. Steadily I worked my tongue as I made a leisurely tour of the entire lippy neighborhood, occasionally getting a corn silk in my mouth, but always tasting her delicious cunt juice.
"Don't be stupid! Of course you can't reach the bottom of her vagina with your tongue! But nevertheless, I tried. Putting my mouth to her cunt-I'mean flush up against what the books refer to as the introitus vaginae-or what some dumb fuckers call the opening-I speared in my tongue, curling it so I could lick the warm cream from the side walls. I never hit bottom-not caring because by then I had come up with another idea: I'd fuck my mother in the mouth. Yes, yest I would do that! I was about to get up when I heard Sylvia mutter, 'Uhhhhh… goooddddddd. H-Hurry… I'l-l-l blow you, Don…
"I froze, my heart stopping! Who the fuck was Don? I glanced up at her. She was still asleep, a frozen smile on her face, her head hanging at a crazy angle, She mumbled something again in her drunken stupor, and then began to snore softly, her marvelous tits rising and falling with each breath.
"Standing up, I dropped my pants, unbuttoned my shorts, and let them fall to my ankles. I knew I was taking a chance, but I simply didn't care. More frustrated than a piano player in a marching band, I had to get my come inside of her.
"Almost tenderly I straightened her head and somehow eased her farther back on the chair, not wanting her to topple to the floor. She was breathing heavily through her mouth which was partly open. Holding onto her chin to steady her head, I began rubbing the head of my cock back and forth across her lips. Sylvia sighed in her sleep. More daring now, I eased the head of my prick into her mouth and began masturbating… Then I wanted to scream in sheer bliss as a large gush of creamy mush shot from my cock into my mother's mouth. What a come!
"Ahhh, I had done it! Still… another plan was forming in my mind… "
In the pathetic case of Billy L. H-, we find various abnormal mechanisms at work, the most intense and influential being his Oedipus complex which, instead of resolving itself (as it does in the vast majority of males), grew in intensity and strength until it completely motivated Billy's libido.
Consciously knowing that he was an "accident" baby, Billy immediately confused this with being unloved and or unwanted-but whether he was or wasn't loved is not the point; what is important is that this feeling of being unloved served to intensify the unconscious incestuous desire that Billy had for his mother, his want and need to have sexual intercourse with her, by permitting it to grow in strength, its only enemy being the superego (or conscience)- which was not too strong in Billy to begin with.
This desire for expression by the incest wish received tremendous reinforcement when Billy first saw his other sex acts, specifically his father cunnilinguing his mother, this latter also triggering Billy's own desire for oral acts, which in themselves are normal enough; however, in Billy's case this desire was exaggerated to a degree that bordered on an out-and-out paresthesia. Still, at this point the incest wish was not dominant in the ego of Billy LB, and was more or less content to express itself via masturbation fantasies. This, too, was normal enough-in ail boys, but only before the Oedipus complex resolves itself at about the age of puberty (earlier in some boys, later in others- in some cases, never, as with Billy L. H-).
At this point, some review of the Oedipus process might assist us in analyzing the case of B.L.H. Generally speaking, the Freudian psychoanalysts have shown the influence of incest upon fantasy and dreams and upon vicarious expressions and choices. However, their most sustained efforts have been in applying the mechanism of the Oedipus complex to the analysis of motivation. This complex is an unrealized instinctual wish for the parent of the opposite sex coupled with a rivalry for the parent of the same sex, which concept Freud derived from a Greek myth in the play Oedipus Rex, by Sophocles. The motif of this play is that the son unknowingly kills his father and marries his mother. Different psychiatrists hold different views regarding the Oedipus complex.
Karen Horney regards the Oedipus complex as an inevitable phase of child development, feeling it to be of prime importance; and so she writes, in Neurotic Personality of Our Time: "It may very well be that the Oedipus complex is the 'mother' of the incest wish in males, just as the Electra complex gives birth to the desire for incest in the female."
Disagreeing slightly with Horney, Alfred Adler believed that the components of the Oedipus complex were to be found as a function of the individual's life style. Adler was convinced that the Oedipus complex is a product of the individual's disinterest in social affairs outside the family circle, a disinterest that is created by his fears and insecurities and by his attachment to his mother. As his fears and insecurities grow, the individual begins to desire to return to the hub of all security, the womb; yet even the id knows this can never be, the result being that overcompensation takes place: the individual cannot return to the womb, but he can get close to it through sexual intercourse.
On the other hand, Jung considers the Oedipus complex to be figurative and a concept "that should never be mistaken for a scientific term." He believes that though children may have incestuous tendencies for their parents, and vice versa, he does not feel that the child will have any serious difficulties with the complex, except in cases that are psychosexual pathological.
Billy L. H- is such a case.
There is further evidence that Billy L.'s incestuous desire for his mother was motivated by the Oedipus complex-the words and phrases Billy used when describing the relationship, such as "slut," "dirty old whore" etc., all of which would tend to make one feel that he hated Sylvia, or at least had no love for her. Such vulgarisms and Billy's apparently cold-hearted attitude are merely a disguise for his love for his mother, as well as being a part of the process of rationalization, so vital and necessary to the superego. In short, the libido must pass the conscience with an "excuse," in order to smash the barrier imposed by the cultural taboo prohibiting incest, the perverse rationale being somewhat as follows: I don't love my mother. Therefore, if I do not love her, I must hate her. This is only a short step to: Therefore, it is not really incest to have sex with a mother I do not love. It is not incest at all for me to have sex with a mother I hate.
We see how circumstances were against Billy L. Coupled with the feeling that he was unloved and unwanted (because he was an "accident" baby, as he put it) is the fact that Sylvia, his mother, while good to the boy, often ignored him. Recall Billy's words: "To her [his mother], I was just there.' "
It would be superfluous to say that a child needs a mother's love if he is to develop normally. Joseph A. Winter explains, in The Origins of Illness amp; Anxiety, that:
it appears as if many parents hesitated to show affection to a child because they have confused affection with sexual desire. Let's not be afraid of a word-there is probably a sexual aspect in every demonstration of love, but every demonstration of love does not lead to sexual intercourse. The quality of sex that is in a mother's love for her child is completely-different from the quality of sex that is in the love she feels for her husband. In order for a chilled to grow to be an adult, capable of love, the inspiration which comes from the warmth and vitality of the sex quality in the parent's love must be known. Parents need not worry that this might lead to incest; it cannot.
Billy's story and actions reveal the birth of still another sexual abnormality: fetishism, i.e., sexual devotion or preference directed at some particular part of the body or to some object; it is usually associated with a part of the body or with some particular person or type of person. In Billy's case this fetishism is evidenced by his chewing on his mother's hose and putting a pair of her panties over his head while masturbating, as well as his indulging in copulatory movements in the panties, these acts constituting a clothing fetish.
There is also the possibility that Billy may have a body fetish, considering his preoccupation with his mother's genitals, and particularly, her buttocks, the latter of which may have been triggered by his early witnessing of his father inserting a finger into Sylvia's rectum during their lovemaking. However, we cannot be sure that a body fetish exists in Billy. Many boys his age have an intensified interest in the genitals of the opposite sex (as well as the buttocks), an interest that moderates as the individual matures.
Fetishism is sexual symbolism. The fetishist proper experiences a sexual emotion on seeing the object, though there is no precise association of ideas in his mind.
Says Havelock Ellis, in his Studies of the Psychology of Sea;: "This tendency becomes abnormal if it is exclusive and general, and it constitutes a characteristic deviation when the fetish itself, in the absence of the person, suffices entirely to provoke not only tumescence, but also detumescence, so that it suppresses all desire for sexual intercourse.*'
Viewed in this light, we can state that Billy L.'s fetishism (for clothing) was a mild and harmless one, since it was secondary to his greater desire to experience intercourse with his mother and did not replace actual coitus.
This leads us to distinguish two kinds of fetishism. In the first, the object merely plays the part of a stimulant (as in the case of Billy L.), an indispensable prelude to coitus (which some sexologists include as a characteristic perversion); in the second, the object becomes in some way the corollary of the normal sexual act, the individual either accompanying that act with an evocation of the person desired, or finding in the fetish a perfect stimulant and form of satisfaction, this latter being the complete form of the perversion.
Billy Lee was really a victim, a victim of his Oedipus complex and a victim of lack of love. Under a different set of life circumstances, under the influence of sensible parents and a healthy home situation, his libido could have taken another route. Such was not to be. As things turned out, he finally achieved the dream of his life: to have actual intercourse with his mother-as we now see, as told in Billy L.'s own words.
We shall also see cold-blooded murder…
"When I finished jacking off in my mother's mouth-at the time I think I hated her more than I had ever hated her before in" my life-I wiped some come from her chin and pulled up my shorts and pants. While picking up her panties, I noticed that she was smiling in her drunken stupefaction and working her mouth as if tasting something very, very special-the goddamn slutty cocksucker!
"The hell with trying to put her panties back on, I wanted to hit her. Instead, I dumped her panties in her lap, figuring she'd blow her mind when she woke up the next morning and couldn't figure out why she had taken them off. But I did dump her tits back into her blouse.
"I went upstairs to my room, had a good jack-off, thinking of fucking her in the ass, and went off to dreamland as easily as a three-day-old baby. Yes sir, fucking Sylvia in the mouth had been better than putting on a bunny suit and eating lettuce by moonlight.
"When I came downstairs the next morning, Sylvia was already at the table, looking stupefied and silly and drinking black coffee. She was also gulping vitamin pills. She always did that after a binge. The old bitch must have gulped a couple of dozen a week. Was it my conscience or imagination or was she giving me an odd look? I decided it was my imagination.
"Acting my usual self, but inwardly laughing, I sat down at the table, waiting for Ramona (the other slut in the house) to bring me whatever we were having for breakfast.
"'Did you sleep well, Sylvia?' I asked, as I usually did. I say 'usually* because my mother and I never really talked. We only exchanged polite words, like two strangers standing on a street corner waiting for a bus.
"She gave me that odd look again. 'No,' she said in a flat voice. ‘I had too much to drink, as you very well know. I suppose I was sleeping in the chair when you went to bed-wasn't I?'
"'Yes, Sylvia. Why do you ask?'
"Nervously she took a sip of coffee, her hands doing the shakes. 'The reason I ask-this morning I found my-but never mind. It's not important… ‘
"Oh yes it is, Mother dear. You found your panties in your lap and you can't understand why. We will have-more surprises for you-you bitch!
"I said nothing, out of the corner of my eye watching Ramona's tits do a tango as she came into the dining room. My determination to fuck my mother had not lessened; on the contrary, it had increased tenfold, although I calculated it would take quite a while and a lot of luck.
"Sylvia left the house that afternoon, saying she was going to visit a friend,' and didn't return until after dinner, about nine o'clock that night. I was watching TV and reading a book on French gourmet cooking when dear old mama almost fell through the front door. Was she juiced! That she was! So plastered that she should have been awarded some kind of prize for just standing up. She managed to get to the couch and fall onto it, mumbling, 'Billy boy, bring me a dinkie-doo… some vodka…'
"This is going to be easier than I thought! If she doesn't decide to fuck it up with the two spiks, I just might be able to pull it off tonight-HA-stick it in?
"She drank only a small part of the vodka I handed her. Tin drunk and tired,' she said, rising and then wobbling. 'Help me up the stairs to my bedroom.'
"'Yes, Sylvia,* I said. With a gleam in my eye and a hardness creeping into my cock, I assisted Sylvia up the stairs, steering her carefully to her bedroom.
"'Switch off the lights when you leave,' Mother mumbled drunkenly.
"'Yes, Sylvia.' Obediently I left the room, switching off the lights on my way out. But I didn't go downstairs. Instead, I waited by her door, listening. I could hear her moving about, undressing, and presently I heard her bed creak slightly as she lay down. I waited another ten minutes, until I heard her snoring, before opening the door and going softly into her bedroom. The French Renaissance clock on the dresser sounded like a drum as it ticked away, and the bright moonlight, streaming into the room through the windows, gave me more than enough light. Oh, shit damn! There she was-stark naked and not even under the covers! What a fuck she would make!
"I leaned over her, whispering, my voice shaking, 'Sylvia, are you sleeping?' Which I must admit was pretty stupid! What did I expect her to do, raise up and say, 'Yes, I'm sound asleep, so go ahead and screw me.'
"She didn't answer. She didn't move. She just lay there, her mouth half open, breathing heavily. Very cautiously, I put a finger to her vulva and began playing with her clitoris, at the same time rolling the nipples of her tits. I noticed that her nipples were very hard, almost like stone. Squirming slightly, she sighed, but continued to breathe heavily. Slowly I leaned over and began sucking on her right nipple, while I pushed my finger deeper into her cunt-but hell, that wasn't what I wanted. I stood up, removed my pants and shorts, and crawled on the bed between my mother's legs. I spread her legs more and crawled in close between her lush thighs, right up to her sweet cunt. Partially inserting the head of my peter into her moist vagina, I began working the knob around the opening, pulling it in and out, letting it slide back and forth over what the books refer to as the labia majora. Sylvia began to squirm more-and that's when I got the shock of my life.
"In a voice that sounded surprisingly sober, she panted, 'For God's sake, hurry up and shove it in me, you little mother-fucker!'
"My mother was wide awake, her eyes staring up at me, the sound of her voice almost causing me to lose my hard and giving me an idea of how Dracula must have felt when he discovered he had low blood pressure! Yet I was not so shaken that I had lost track of her request. She might as well have pressed the red button of an automatic fuck machine, because I shoved my cock-right up to the hilt-into her hot vagina and leaned down over her. 'Uhhhhh,' she sighed in lust. 'Y-You've-g-got-a c-cock like a b-bull!'
"Throwing her arms around my neck, she pulled me down to her, my chest pushing against her proud tits. Almost frantically, the old slut forced my mouth to hers, her tongue finding and locking with mine. After slipping my arms under her back, I began to hunch her as hard as I could, while she closed her legs over the back of my thighs. In turn, she began moving her own hips, bringing up her loins as I shoved down. 'UHHH-ohohoh,' I began, thinking of what a good fuck she was and inhaling her perfume, trying to hold back my come and make the screw last longer.
" ‘H-Harder! Faster!' my mother cried, tightening her legs over me and her arms around my neck. I'm-about-r-ready-to-to c-come.'
"I cried, I've m-made it!' and gave her the mush, ejaculating with a tremendous force, feeling with extreme pleasure my sperm shooting into her womb.
"If I knock her up and the brat's a boy, I'll be the father of my own brother-and he'll be a little bastard because my old whore mother doesn't have a husband!
"Then my mother began crying out and thrashing about, tightening up her cunt muscles on my cock, her entire body shuddering, and I knew she was popping her cork. I heard her saying, angrily, 'Now get your cock out of me, you little pervert, and-and suck me! You've done it with your peter, so you might as well do it with your mouth.'
"That was just fine with me, since that's what I wanted to do anyhow. Losing no time, I crawled between my mother's legs, put my mouth to her wet gash, and, shoving in my tongue, began a very rapid oral stimulation, washing her clitoris, my action causing her to moan and clutch at the pillows with her hands. 'UHHHHlulululu,' she began, sounding as if she were choking. 'AHHHHHH, E-Eat-i-ittttt… A little… Ohhhh-right there! AHhhhhhhhh!'
"Again she blasted off, holding my mouth to her pussy by grasping my ears and throwing her legs over my neck. It's a wonder I didn't drown as I drank and gulped her pussy juice. Oh, Mother darling, you are a no-good slut, but now it is your turn!
"I moved up on her shapely body until I was straddling her chest. My mother was horrified. 'You stop that, you dirty little boy! You get off me this instant! Oh, sweet Jesus, you have your father's blood! William! Get off me, you little fucker! Do you hear me! You take your cock from between my breasts!'
"'Now, Sylvia,' I said calmly, 'I've had my prick and tongue in your pussy, so fucking you between your tits shouldn't make any difference,' Then I proceeded to squeeze her fleshy globes together against my throbbing and hardening shaft and began fucking her in that manner. She didn't resist, and it didn't require an Einstein to deduce she was enjoying immensely the titty-diddle. She suddenly surprised me by asking in a low but coy voice, 'Am I as good as your girl friends?'
"By this time I was panting from my efforts of working my long John within the tight valley of her breasts. 'I-d-don't-have-any-g-girl-friends,' I said, ‘but- you're-b-better-than-than-jacking off…'
"'You shouldn't be doing this to me,' Mother whispered. 'It's perverted!'
"'And you shouldn't do what you do with Jose and Ramona,' I countered, pausing and getting my second wind. 'I've seen you b-balling with them,' I continued to fuck her between the tits, slowly as I felt the come juice rising in my nuts.
"'Why you snoopy little sonuvabitch!' Sylvia hissed. ‘I think I'll take you to a psychiatrist. You're-you're a pervert, that's what you are!'
" ‘Well, include yourself when you talk to the local neighborhood shrink, and maybe we can go together and get a cut rate,' I said, stopping my cock movements between her boobies. Another plan was spinning in my dirty little mind. I pulled my dickie from her tits and moved it closer to her pretty face, easing the inflamed head closer to her lips. Knowing what I was about, she quickly turned her head on the pillow.
" ‘Come on, Mother dear,' I coaxed. 'You know you want to suck on it.'
" ‘You're a no good mother-fucker!' she said in a weak but desperate voice. 'We shouldn't be doing this.
''Wondering whether she was trying to convince me or herself, I began rubbing the head of my cock against her soft cheek, and whispered again, 'It's nice and hard for you, Mother dear…'
"The temptation must have been too much for her, for she turned her head to face my cock, but lay there with her eyes and mouth closed, not moving nor resisting as I rubbed the head back and forth across her lips. Then, sighing, she opened her mouth and let me shove my cock full-length down her throat. But quickly I withdrew it to a respectable length, so that she could lick and suck the head. Then she began a steady sucking, also reaching up and squeezing my balls while she held onto my cock with her other hand. Expertly she curled her tongue over the head and began poking at my piss-slit with the tip, yet sucking all the while- always sucking, always working her mouth over the about-ready-to-burst knob. Looking down at her, I thought of a bellows as I watched her cheeks moving in and out. My mother-she sure liked to eat peter. The way she did it brought me to come time within a matter of minutes.
"Hanging on to the front of the bed and grinding my peter into her mouth, I cried, 'UHhhhhh… I-I-Pmmm c-commmingggggg, M-Motherrrrrr!' I almost sobbed, so great was my pleasure, as my cock vomited in her large mess of baby-making mush that left me drained completely…
"That was the beginning of my love life with Sylvia, my whore of a mother. Every day she threatened to send me to a head shrinker, but somehow never got around to it, booze and sex always getting in her way and taking up her time. Either she would put it off until the 'next day' because she was too drunk, or else she didn't have time because she was having an orgy with Jose and Ramona. Or her cunt would be occupied with either my tongue or my cock-usually both, but one at a time, of course. Daily Sylvia referred to me as her 'screw-happy' son, and would say that she should phone the police and have them cart me off to a 'crazy house,' To which I would reply, 'Uh-huh, you do that, Sylvia-and when you do, be sure to tell the fuzz about your little fuck parties with Jose and Ramona. Who knows, maybe the four of us can go to the funny farm together and cut out paper dolls.'
"As it turned out, I began fucking my mother almost every day, and each time, after we were finished, she would snarl at me, 'You're a filthy no good pervert, and this is the last time, the very last time I'm going to let you do those nasty things to me. Never again! You hear me, you little pervert!'
"Sure I heard her, but it would have been easier for her to find a scarecrow with red hair than prevent me from having sex with her. All I had to do to turn her on was rub her thigh, or kneel between her legs and lick and kiss the white softness of her thighs. Another favorite trick I had was to unzip my pants, haul out my cock, and shake it at her, or, if she was sitting down, rub it across her lips. Like an orphan in a candy store, dear old mother of mine was helpless. She simply couldn't resist my lollipop.
"About a week after I fucked her in the cunt, I managed to screw her in the tail. Having gotten her all excited, I had managed to get her into bed and was sucking on her tits and finger-fucking her when I said, 'Roll over on your stomach, Mother. I want to suck your ass.'
"Sylvia did not have to be coaxed or asked a second time. She rolled over quickly and pushed her rump up toward me. For a while, I stared in utter ecstasy at the lovely mountains of flesh confronting me. I felt the mounds, running my hands over them, squeezing them, each hand fastened to each buttock. Dipping my head, I began kissing and licking the soft flesh. Then, shivering in anticipation, I pulled Sylvia's ass apart, widening the long curvy crack to a narrow gorge. For a long time I stared at her sweet asshole. How lovely it was! How wonderful it tasted as I licked it. Mother giggled. 'Oh, you nasty little boy you-but keep it up. It feels so good.' She giggled again, jumping slightly from the pressure of my tongue forcing its way into her rectum. 'What else are you going to do to me?' she asked, her voice shivering.
"I withdrew my tongue and licked my lips. 'I think I'll fuck you in your ass,' I said, figuring that cornholing her would be more enjoyable than butt-fucking my boyfriend.
"'Let me get on my knees,' Mother said. 'It's easier that way,' I drew back and she assumed a hands and knees position. I got behind her and, putting my hands underneath her, felt her clitoris and the sucking entrance to her vagina. I spread her buttocks apart and began rubbing my finger up and down over her asshole, saying. 'You hang onto the bed, Sylvia, and let me do everything. I want to play with you awhile before I fuck you.'
"I reached underneath her and began feeling the foamy softness of her breasts, fingering the soft nipples, pulling at them. I remembered then! Getting off the bed, I went to her dresser and returned to the bed with a jar of vaseline. I opened the jar, dipped my finger in the vaseline and pushed it into her asshole, moving it around in little circles/making her breath come in quick short gasps.
"'Uhh,' Sylvia grunted. 'I-I wish you'd hurry up and stick it in b-back there! H-Hurry up! Fuck me!'
"'Why, Mother,' I joked, 'don't you know what we are doing is nasty?'
"'Shut up, you little snot!' she panted. 'I like getting screwed in the behind. Now h-hurry up and-and shove that big cock to me!'
" ‘I-I w-will in a moment,' I gasped, jacking like crazy. ‘I w-want my prick t-to be good and hard in your butt.' At the same time, I continued to work my finger in her rectum. I watched with extreme pleasure as her shapely back curved slightly upward from the pressure of my finger digging in her lower bowel. I looked at her asshole; the elastic brown ring expanded as I dug my finger in deeper. Her bung was very moist and she squirmed at my touch, desire driving her almost into a frenzy.
" 'God damn you!' she hissed. 'Are you going to screw me or not?'
" 'All right, Mother,' I said. I poked at her butthole with the head of my peter-good Lord, it was hard. My peter, not her asshole. Then I pressed, feeling her rubbery muscle give slightly. I pressed again, pushing harder with my ding-dong, this time with more force, pushing part of the head into her rectum. Shivering, Sylvia grasped the bed, great sighs pouring from her throat. I continued to push steadily, corkscrewing my cock into her rectum. I had almost two inches inside her, and I could see the crap-muscle straining and sucking in on my ringed peter. I pushed again, determined to end the journey. 'OHHHHHH!' Mother gasped. ‘Y-Your cock feels as b-big as J-Jose's…'
"At the moment, I didn't know whether I loved or hated her. I pushed again, and finally the smooth white hemisphere of her rump came in contact with my belly. I could feel her shivering as my hairs pressed into her flesh.
"'AHHhhhhhh!' Sylvia sighed. 'I-I c-can feel y-your balls a-against mmeeeeee.'
"Putting both hands on her hips, I leaned forward, knowing that all of my organ was buried within her lower bowels. I shoved the final half inch, and Mother's hips arched slightly. Then I began moving my own hips, at the same time reaching underneath her, my arms encircling her belly, as I fastened myself securely to her body and began playing with her clitoris. I fucked her, my cock a piston of movement in her asshole.
"It was all Sylvia could do to hang on to the bed. 'Oh! Oh! Oh!' she cried. 'It's-it's so good this way it-it feels-as big as a l-logggg.'
"As I rested my face on her smooth white back arid kept working my cock in and out of her, I felt the excitement in my nuts growing and rising-a thick, sensuous ripple running the length of my overworked fucker. My mother's asshole gripped the length of my cock like a too-snug rubber glove, and I could feel her channel expanding and contracting… pushing… pulling… as I worked in and out of her. From her muttered, subdued cries, I knew that soon she would have to cut loose-and I accelerated my thrusts. Gradually my cock began growing inside her, branching out, you might say, like a stalk of celery. I knew that very soon I would come inside her. Faster now I began pumping her shithole, my hips racing.
" ‘OHOHOHOHOHOH!' Mother cried. 'W-WONDERFUL! W-W-WONDERFULLLLL. I'M-UHGGGGggg!'
"She almost screamed, hanging on to the front of the bed until the knuckles of her hand glowed milk white. Reflex action tightened her anus on my fuck-stick digging into her bowels, drawing out my come, the semen-stuff jumping out of me and sizzling and soaring into her lower intestine. Uncontrollable spasms shook both of us-and I cried, 'Go-Go s-sweet m-mammaaa- Go-GO-OHOHOHOHHHGGOOOOO…'
"I suppose you're wondering how I got to diddle Ra-mona. From the time I fucked Sylvia, it took me almost two weeks to get into Ramona's pussy, the initial beginning coming about one afternoon when I was eating my mother's box. To ease her own conscience, Sylvia would always raise a little hell and call me a 'pervert' after we finished whatever we might be doing. This particular afternoon, I had sucked and fucked her, and she had done a solo on my flute. Afterwards, as usual, she was bitching about sending me to a nut doctor, and as she raved, she happened to remark, 'My God, you'll be wanting to stick your peter in Ramona next!'
"Ahhh, here is my opportunity. 'As a matter of fact, I have,' I said.
"Sylvia almost dropped her douche bag in astonishment. 'You've-you've already fucked her! When? Oh, you filthy child of your father! What have I done to deserve this?' She shook her head. 'You've got your father's evil ways.'
" ‘I haven't yet, but I've been thinking about it,' I said easily.
"'Well, you never will, young man,' Mother stormed. 'Not if I have anything to say about it. The way you act is simply disgraceful.'
"I said nothing, knowing time was on my side and my best assistant-other than my mother's own lust, which got the best of her the next day.
"'Were you serious about wanting Ramona?' she asked, her eyes boring into mine.
"'Uh-huh,' I replied with pretended disinterest.
"'Wellllll-why not include Jose, and we can make it a foursome?' Mother said hopefully. 'Wouldn't you like that?' She reached out and felt my cock through my pants. 'My! You certainly have a nice hard.'
"'No, I would not,' I said flatly. 'The less I see of Jose, the better I like it. I don't like the brown-faced grinning bastard and that's all there is to it. Count me out on anything that chili-eater is included in.'
"Do I have to tell you what happened? It wasn't difficult to talk Slut Sylvia into excluding Jose, and she went immediately to Ramona and told her that the three of us were going three-way fuck. Ramona, of course, was more than willing, or at least she didn't care. She would have cut her throat if Mother paid her enough to do so. Like I said earlier, Ramona and Jose had a helluva good deal working for my mother.
"I almost had a premature orgasm-what the books call an ejucalatio praecox-as I watched Ramona undress. I tell you, she had tits that were actually pointed, the nips big, brown, and delightful. Her cunt jungle was even more bushy than Mother's, while her ass was deliciously rounded, firm, and fully packed.
"The three of us stood there naked, and, smiling, Ramona said, 'Me have her first-huh?' Her dark eyes indicated Mama dear-and that's another reason I didn't want Jose fucking around with us. I don't know what you'd call Ramona, but she loved doing it with an-other woman as well as she enjoyed doing it with a man. I knew that from watching her and Jose and Sylvia-and I was afraid Jose might also be a half queer and try to go down on me. Anyhow, his cock was bigger than mine, which made me sort of ashamed of myself.
"My mother smiled. "Is that all right with you, Billy-boy?' For once the cock-licker was cold sober (which was rather frightening).
"'Sure,' I said, not wanting to rock the boat of Screw. 'I'll lick Ramona's asshole while she makes you happy.'
"I don't have to tell you the kind of hard I had by this time. It's a wonder it didn't break right off!
"Mother spread out on the bed and Ramona crawled down beside her, giving her a kiss full on the mouth, a long, lingering French kiss, and Sylvia flung her arms around Ramona's neck. The two goddamn queers! Ramona fondled Sylvia's boobies for a while and then dipped her lips and began sucking on the nipples, while Mother fingered Ramona's cunt. In the meantime, I crawled up behind Ramona's butt, spread her cheeks, carefully put in my face, and began sucking and boring into her rectum. At one point, Ramona raised her mouth from Sylvia's tits and whispered. Try to get your tongue in me back there.'
"What did she think I was trying to do, sharpen a pencil? The three of us did about everything, except fuck on the ceiling. We left that to the flies. After a time, I crawled into Mother's wet pussy and began fucking her. Ramona eased herself up behind me, fastened her mouth to my ass and began a back-door feast, her head riding up and down with my behind as I fucked Sylvia.
"Then Sylvia had a pretty good idea. I got to my back and she and Ramona took turns mounting my mouth with their cunts. First Mother cunt-mouthed me, and I sucked her while Ramona ate my joy-prong. Then Mother and Ramona changed positions, and I sucked off Ramona while Mama ate my peter.
"After a time, I got tired of being low-man-on-the-bed and said, 'Mother, let me fuck you in the mouth,' She agreed. She got on her back and I knelt at her mouth, put in my cock, and she began frenching me and fingering my bunghole. And while Mother sucked me off, Ramona feasted on her hairy box, saying, right before she began, 'Billy, you no come in her mouth this time. Me want to drink your come,' That spik, I tell you… She didn't know two hundreds words of English-and if I live to be six hundred-oh, the hell with it!
"Later, I fucked Ramona, and Mother got her kicks by licking my butthole. She seemed to enjoy a butt-suck even better than Ramona did. If I live to be six hundred, I don't believe I'l ever find two women more perverted than those two! After that, the two whores did a sixty-nine, with me cornholing Ramona who was on top. Then Ramona and I did a sixty-and-the-number-that-comes-after-eight, with me on the bottom, and as she ate my stalk, Mother got between my legs and sucked on my nuts. Uh-huh, the three of us had quite a time.
"We kept right at it, the three of us as excited and as hot as a July sun. After a time we moved off the bed, because it was wet and soggy from come and sweat. I sat down on a chair. Mother knelt in front of me and began sucking on my peter. You would have thought she was dying of thirst. Ramona stood to one side, leaning down and slightly around so that I could suck on her milk-factories. I got to thinking that a jerk with buck teeth could have really given her a swell suck-time-shit!
"After I had shot into Mother's mouth, I was pretty well done in. Well, to be honest about it, I wanted to quit, but Mother and Ramona wouldn't hear of it. Laughing, they pulled me to the rug, and, somehow, Ramona cranked me up once more to a huge hard, after which she eased herself down on my big splinter, stuffing it into her cunt-but her back was to me, so all I could do was lie there and let her fuck herself.
"'OH!' she sobbed, 'big it feels!'
"My mother stood in front of Ramona, her feet on each side of my thighs, and Ramona leaned forward and began sucking her cunny-box, putting her arms around Mother's hips. After a while, Mother suggested, I'll tell you what I'd like. I'll get on the rug, and Ramona, you can suck me. Billy hon, you can fuck me in the mouth; maybe that will make you come. And cram it all the way in to your balls; I like it that way.'
"That's what we did, with Mother even raising her hips and ass slightly in order that Ramona could wash her asshole.
"After that, Ramona crawled on Mother's mouth while I stood in front of her, extending my cock so that she could guzzle my come-what little of it I could produce. Ramona finally managed to get me to come off-a piddling few drops-and Mother got Ramona's fuck-juices.
"Like I said, we did just about everything, and I enjoyed myself better than jacking off. Don't ask me how, but the two whores got me excited again, the result of which was that I titty-fucked Mother, kneeling on her, and Ramona sucked her cunt once more. I then fucked Ramona in her asshole, after Mother vaselined my cock and worked over Ramona's rectum with the gooey stuff.
"Both women were still not satisfied. Mother sat down on a chair, and I stood in front of her and let her gobble my soft cock. On her knees behind me, Ramona helped mother by half-masturbating me. I say 'half-masturbating' because Ramona was also occupied with eating my asshole. I guess I don't have to tell you that by now I was pretty sore at both ends-and my mouth ached. Don't ask me how it happened, but the two whores managed to get me worked up once more, and I finally blasted off in Mother's mouth, becoming so excited that I actually tried to cram my entire prick down her throat. But that was it! I was fucked out. After that, Mother and Ramona had to content themselves with dildoe fucking. I helped out by licking them all over while they took turns fucking each other.
"Shit-they even fucked each other simultaneously! With a dildoe that Sylvia called the double dong'-a 15-inch shaft of rubber with a cock-head at each end. Watching, sitting there stupefied with my mouth open, I felt like a damn fool as Mother and Ramona stood facing each other, about a foot apart. Then they put each end of the 'double dong' into their cunts and, with their arms around each other, began hunching on the weird thing, cunt juice running down their thighs. I fell asleep watching them…
"Pardon? I didn't get the question. I was thinking of the double dong. Why did I kill my mother? I had to kill Sylvia, although I had been toying around with the idea for some time. What brought everything to a head was the day I overheard Sylvia making an appointment for us to see a head shrinker… with a Doctor G-, who had offices in downtown Portland. Sonuvabitch! The bitch has actually done it! She was actually going to take me to a psychiatrist, in three weeks. I knew then that she had to die. There was still another reason why she had to go bye-bye to happiness land in the sky. I was her only living relative. With her dead, I'd get everything-and couldn't you have a lot of fun with an estate that was better than a million dollars.
"I knew I had to make her death look accidental, figuring this wouldn't be difficult to do, since she was a heavy drinker. Like a nice accidental fall down the stairs.
"As you may have surmised, I'm an omnivorous reader. I figured if I choked my mother to death with a throat lock (I had read about judo in a book) and then pushed her down the stairs, her death would look-like an accident. So I was wrong. But how was I to know that the medical examiner would find out about that bone in her neck and discover she was murdered? Say, do you think I'll be able to become a chemist while I'm in the penitentiary?"
(Author's Note: The subject is referring to the hyoid, the bone located beneath the chin in the upper part of the neck; it is the bone to which the tongue muscles are attached. The hyoid is a very tough bone and only an extreme amount of pressure, or a sharp blow, can crack it. It is very unlikely that a fall down a flight of stairs could do it.)
To conclude the case study of Billy L. H-, we must make mention of his mother, who made possible the act of incest between her son and herself, her acquiescence to his demands and desires confirming the theory of Dr. S. Kirson Weinberg, who writes in Incest Behavior: "In the mother-son type (of incest), when the son is the aggressor, the tendency is for the incestuous event to terminate whatever mother-son relationship exists. The mother, then, socially renounces her biological offspring as her son."
The same psychosexual process takes place in the son, who renounces his mother, thus freeing himself completely from the incest taboo restriction. This is what happened to Billy L. Once he had renounced Sylvia, his libido could completely overpower his superego; the void left by conscience was then replaced by hate, making the decision of murder an easy one. In his mind, Billy did not murder his mother, only a woman he hated…
On September 21, 1969, Billy L. H- was convicted of first-degree murder and sentenced to life imprisonment. The vicious circle of incest had completed itself.