The "Electra" Sexpots
According to Sigmund Freud, there are two complexes which-have a great deal to do with our sex appetites, patterns and actions. They are the Oedipus Complex, in which all sons are magnetically drawn to sexual desires for their mothers, and the Electra complex, which draws daughters sexually to their fathers.
Of course, these theories were borrowed by Freud from the ancient Greeks. We are not interested in proving or disproving Freud's or the ancient Greek's theories. There is more than enough evidence to prove that one factor of human sexual behavior tends to make sensible men believe that there is a strong attachment in sons for mothers and in daughters for fathers.
It is well to note that the first heterosexual contact of most girls occur in connection with fathers and older brothers. As Dr. Donald Arbagian points out, each of us, from birth, is a sexual creature. As we grow, our sexual appetites grow more keen, following either a homosexual or a heterosexual line. But most psychiatrists agree our first sexual stirrings are almost always heterosexual and centered on the parent of the opposite gender.
Not to disprove or prove any theories, but merely to report, we offer the following case histories which involve aggressive efforts on the part of youngsters to seduce and to have sexual intercourse with their parents. We might well have titled this chapter, "Incest in Reverse."
Incest is more prevalent than most persons think, yet by its very nature it is the most covered sexual activity in which humans indulge. But, even more hidden than the fact of incest itself, is the fact that a large proportion of incestuous acts are instigated and encouraged by the youths involved.
Candy is a beautiful, shapely girl. Her account is basically true. However, she has omitted several provocative gestures and scenes for which she alone was responsible.
"I guess I was always sort of 'sexy’ because I remember playing with myself when I was eight or nine. Not just once in awhile, but every night.
"The nights that I'd really go to town on my pussy was after I'd watch my mother and dad. I used to sneak down and watch them when I heard them go to bed. I guess my dad was a real 'horse’ because he went after my mother almost every night. I used to stand out in the hall, watching him put his mouth on my mother's cunt, on her breasts, and sometimes he would shove his tongue up her asshole. I'd just cream all over myself. I couldn't stop watching, and I couldn't stop masturbating while I watched.
"I wanted to have that feeling that my mother had. I knew it was good because she would moan and roll her body and call my father such names as 'Lover boy,' and 'Marvelous fuckmaster,' when he would either suck her pussy or stick his big cock into her.
"I guess I was always hoping that Dad would pay some attention to me. Not just to me to my body. I knew I didn't have any titties, or any hair under my arms or around my pussy, but I used to look at myself in the mirror I'd spread the lips of my cunt, and it always looked inviting to me. I wondered why he never wanted to do the things with me that he did with my mother. In a way I guess I was jealous of her. Later on, I almost hated her.
"When I finally did get my Dad to do those things to me, when I was eleven, I felt powerful I had taken him away from my mother, and I always did think that she was the prettiest, most desirable woman in the whole world!
"I had my first chance when my mother went to be with her younger sister while she had a baby. There was nobody in the house except me and Daddy. I sensed, somehow, that I had to make my move, or I might not have another chance. It worked out fine.
"The first night my mother was away, there was a big storm thunder and lightning. I had always been afraid of storms, and my Dad knew it. So, when the lighting started to dance and blind me, and the thunder rolled and sounded like it was breaking into the house, I went into my Daddy's bedroom. I had often done that when my mother was home, and they had always let me crawl into bed with them. I knew that my Dad would let me crawl in with him.
"My breasts had already started to bud. They weren't big, but you could tell they were there. My ass had begun to round out, too, and I had just the first faint traces of hair around my cunt.
"I ran for my Dad's room and crawled in without asking. He turned towards me, as I knew he would, and put his arms around me. He was naked, he always slept naked. I cuddled close to him, trying to rub my little breasts and the mound of my pussy close to him. I could feel his prick beginning to get hard, right away. I almost wanted to laugh, I was so proud of the fact that I could get his cock up.
"Then, all at once, I got scared real scared. I knew how small my pussy was, compared to my mother's big snatch. I wondered how bad it would hurt if he put his prick inside me. But even greater than my fears, was my wonder and need to know what he would feel like. I think that I mostly wanted him to get down between my legs and stick his tongue in me, because my mother always liked that so well especially just before he would stick his cock up into her snatch.
"He began to run his hand up and down my back, while he kissed my hair and my forehead. He kept saying, over and over, "It's all right, baby Daddy's here. It's all right.' And it was. I almost wanted to go to sleep in his arms, it felt so soothing to have him rub me and kiss me that way. But I was too conscious of his hardening prick as it rubbed against my soft belly. I just forgot everything the storm, where I was, who I was with. I reached down and took his prick in my hand and began to caress it.
"I inched up so that our mouths were close. When I did that, his hand slipped down around the cheek of my ass. He began to make little circles that covered my ass cheek and his fingers went into the crack of my ass. When I felt his finger touching my asshole and his arm gently pulling me closer, I opened my mouth, stuck my tongue out, and closed my mouth over his! I plunged my tongue in I'd watched him and my mother do it so many times that I knew how it aroused him and it did arouse him.
"I could feel his stiff cock ramming against my thighs and my pussy, and his finger kept going deeper and deeper into the crack of my ass, until it finally entered my asshole. The kisses were getting hotter and wetter and he was sucking my tongue now. I was playing with his prick, jerking it harder and harder. Finally, I pushed away from his embrace and went down so I could suck his cock. Like I said, I had watched my mother do this so many times that I knew exactly what to do as if I'd studied it.
"I put my mouth over the head of his cock, using my tongue to tickle him. I moved down the shaft, licking and kissing, right down to his balls. I took his balls into my mouth and sucked. I could hear him gasp and moan in pleasure, and I sucked and kissed harder. He reached down a hand and felt my lips. Then, he took his staff in his hand and guided the tip of it into my open mouth, I bit a little, sucked a lot, and really plunged my wide-open mouth down over his cock, taking it as far into my throat as I could without choking.
"He put his hand around the back of my head, tangling my hair in his fingers, helping me to set the right rhythm as he plunged his prick in and out of my mouth.
"I reached down and put a finger inside my cunt and rubbed the knob that stuck out of the lips. It felt wonderful. I could taste the salty flavor of his cock as he pumped away, shoving his cock down my throat hard. I liked the feeling. I felt I was really grown up to be able to make him respond this way. But I wanted something to happen to me. I was all afire between my legs, and even my nipples were hurting with wanting to be kissed or nibbled on, like I'd seen him do to my mother.
"Then I got a shock! He came in my mouth! It tasted hot and salty, and I didn't know what to do with it all. It began to seep down my throat and bubble out of the corners of my mouth, but Daddy kept on pumping away, so I just swallowed as fast as I could, and got rid of it that way.
"All at once, he grabbed me under the arms and hauled me up to where our mouths met. He stuck his tongue in, running it all around, sucking and licking as if he wanted to clean out all of his come in my mouth. One hand was around my fanny, and the other was cupping my pussy. One of his fingers was jabbing into my cunt, touching the knob and making it tingle.
"I couldn't take anymore. I had to ask him. I begged: "Daddy, suck me fuck me, please.’
"I knew what incest was, but I didn't care. I just wanted to feel his tongue and his cock inside my body inside me, as if I were grown up, like my mother.
"He let go of me and moved down. He rolled me onto my back and spread my legs. I reached out and turned the light on so I would watch him. I knew he liked the light on because he had always turned it on while he was sucking my Mom's pussy. I got a real thrill looking down between my legs and seeing his mouth covering the lips of my cunt. I could feel his tongue digging into my clit, and then he nibbled it with his teeth, and it sent extra shivers up my body.
"I think I had my first real come while he was sucking my cunt at least, the first one that another person had given me. I used to come pretty good when I masturbated, but this was better than that.
"But I wanted more. I wanted his cock inside my pussy. I felt cheated when I came while he was sucking me off. I knew that he would do anything I wanted, so I asked him to fuck me. He moved up and took my face in his hands. He kissed me on the mouth, but it was gentle the way he always kissed me. He almost groaned when he said, "Oh, baby it isn't right but I want to fuck you. I have to fuck you now!’
"I moved so I could spread my legs wide. My cunt was just throbbing. It was wet and hot and gasping to have his wonderful prick in it.
"Daddy got down on his knees, his big prick in his hands, the head close to the opened lips of my pussy. I propped myself up on my elbows so I could watch it going into my slit. He moved in close, watching the lips of my cunt as he started to put the purplish head of his prick between the folds of my cunt-lips. When he touched my clit with the head of it I almost leaped forward, wanting it inside me, all the way. He began to move it in and out, going a little deeper each time. He kept asking: 'Am I hurting you, honey?' I shook my head and reached out and grabbed his neck. I pulled him forward and he laid heavily on my body, shoving his prick deeper inside me. I didn't moan or cry. It hurt, but it was a sweet, happy hurt. I wanted him to touch my stomach or my tonsils with it, and I adjusted to it with my pussy, real good.
"He seemed to forget all about me and went after his own orgasm. But that was good for me. He began to suck my tongue, and with his other hand, he massaged my asshole, running one finger up into my hole. It was like an electric booster, and as I arched my body up, his cock rubbed my clit perfectly. We kept that motion up while we increased the action. Then, just as I felt the first hot squirt of his come, lightning exploded inside my cunt. It was like somebody lit a firecracker inside me, and the explosion just spread all over my body. I sucked Daddy's tongue squeezed the muscles inside my pussy even tighter, trying to feel his prick way up inside me.
"Daddy broke the kiss, working his way down my body with his mouth. He sucked each nipple, then nipped each of them with his teeth. He moved down and bit my belly, stuck his tongue into my navel, then moved on down between my legs. He sucked my clit, bit it, stuck his finger up inside my pussy deep, and inside a minute I had another come and each seemed to be more exciting than the last.
"We ended the evening with another good, straight fuck. I slept with Daddy that night, wrapped in his arms. In the morning he woke with the alarm, and it woke me, too. I could feel his soft cock against my naked belly. I began to play with it, then I went down on him and sucked him hard. We had another straight fuck before he went to work and I went to school. I was walking on air all day long, just thinking of all the good things that had happened to me the night before.
"When I got home that afternoon, I had to masturbate. I had a good come, just closing my eyes and making believe that Daddy's big, beautiful cock was plunging in and out of my pussy, instead of my finger.
"That night we tried everything I'd seen him and my mother do. We fucked, sucked each other to a come, then we got upside down and sucked each other off at the same time. It lasted until my Mom came back. I was really hooked. I asked Daddy what we could do. I told him I had to have him. He said we'd work something out, and we did in a way. He used to sneak into my room late at night, after he'd had a workout with Mom, but it was never the same.
"Then, Mom caught us. I was fifteen and I'd never had any other man but my father! Before she could kick me out, I beat it. But I needed sex. I took a job as a waitress in a dingy restaurant. I had plenty of passes and I took most of them on. I needed sex. I preferred older men. Maybe that was the old 'Electra' hangup I don't know. I had plenty of young guys, but they were too quick on, come, off. I wanted the long-play record lots of kissing and sucking and touching, and I found that the old guys are the ones that want that, too.’
"I began to whore when I was fifteen. At least, I let this one guy set me up in an apartment. All he wanted was to visit twice a week.
"I got pretty bored, sitting around with nothing to do, so I began to hang around a couple of bars, picking up a few guys here and there. Sure, they paid me. Why not? I was young, hot and willing. I used to average twenty bucks a throw, and inside six months I cut loose from the old bastard and went strictly solo.
"I hired a pimp, but he beat the hell out of me one night and I just took off. I ended up in a silly set-up in an 'Oil town,' where the going rate was two bucks! So I rolled a guy one night for a hundred.
"The rest is on the record. Here I am I could kick my Dad's balls off! If he'd been any kind of a man, he'd have slapped my ass good that first night and turned me off. Maybe I'd have graduated from high school this year, the way I should have. Who knows. I guess I was always cock-crazy, but did it have to be my own father that busted my cherry and got me hooked on sex?"
In the few interviews that the psychiatrist had with Candy, little was learned or gained. Candy is bitter. She refuses to acknowledge that it was she who was the aggressor. She does not seem to show any interest in rehabilitation. She sees herself as a "burnt-out whore," at age seventeen!
Psychiatrists believe that there might be one lone chance for Candy: if she were to find an older man who really loved her, who could overlook her past and marry her. She might respond to such a love, for she is undoubtedly a victim of a deep, true Electra complex.