As we have just seen, female homosexual pedophiles are invariably active lesbians. And how many there are in the United States, well, that's anyone's guess. No one knows for certain. There aren't even any basic statistics on the subject. We can only base our studies on the few and scattered cases that are made public in some way, cases known to be fact and without the least trace of speculation. It is suspected the male homosexual pedophiles outnumber female homosexual pedophiles. But again… do they? Or is it only because the former, being caught more often, receives more attention?
Numerous cases of pedophilia are also cases of incest-cohabitation between adult and child related within the degrees wherein marriage is prohibited by law. Incest is a sex crime… a vicious one that is seldom discussed and seldom reported to the authorities; it is also a crime that is regarded with absolute horror by all civilizations and at all times during the history of the world.
Paradoxically, the crime and the offense against nature is committed every single day of the year, even far more frequently than rape. Some states lump this perversion of libido with child molestation-pedophilia-while others call it by its true name… incest, or sexual intercourse between blood relatives. Of all transgressions against morality, this particular one is considered the most terrible. And the frequency with which incest is committed is rising, meaning that incestuous pedophilia is also rising.
The Greeks prohibited intercourse between blood-related family members, but uncle-niece and nephew-aunt marriages were allowed. Very common were marriages between cousins, and sister and adopted brother unions were sometimes obligatory to retain the family honor and property. Sexual intercourse between father and daughter, mother and son, was punishable by ostricism and, if they had any honor at all, the guilty ones were expected to commit suicide.
Incestual unions between the old gods are described in mythology: Kronos and Rhea, Oceanus and Hyperion, Zeus and Hera. But… what the gods could do, human beings, the mortals, could not. A god might have sex with his goddess-sister, but humans were forbidden to diddle such a blood relative.
During the Middle Ages death was always the penalty for incest, the method of execution differing with time and the passage of history-beheading, burning at the stake, drowning, burial alive, breaking the back on the wheel, and so forth.
Obviously, while a good deal of pedophilia is of an incestuous nature, not all incest is of a pedophiliac nature, provided the parties are considered adults by law. A man having sexual intercourse with his eighteen-year-old daughter is not committing pedophilia, but incest. Should the girl be younger, then the man is guilty of both incest and pedophilia.
While laws and penalties regarding incest- and pedophilia-differ, all states prohibit marriage and or screwing between parents and children. In those states where intercourse between step-parents and step-children is not considered incest, the act is usually called lewd cohabitation. All states prohibit children of the same biologic ancestry from marrying each other, as well as between children and grandparents, aunts and nephews, uncles and nieces.
Sexual intercourse between in-laws, while very common, is not considered incest by the courts-if one of the participants is under age, then the crime is pedophilia. In fact, the in-law sexual intercourse is a classic plot in many fictional works-in motion pictures and on television such as, the wife falling in love with her husband's brother, or the husband to have an affair with his wife's sister.
One factor in pre-teen sexuality is invariably present in a brother-sister relationship: the children have always had considerable sex freedom. Too, it is usually found that the brother was not subservient to the father, or at least was never controlled by him. Usually the brother works at some sort of job and is of an aggressive nature. The result might be as follows:
The words of a fourteen-year-old girl: "I have always been afraid of my brother, ever since I was eight years old. He was seven years older than me and I couldn't do anything about it. My mother had died when I was six, and Daddy, well, after Mom died, he just seemed to go steadily down hill. He was always cross and didn't seem to care about anything. He was a tool and die maker in a machine plant. He'd come home from the factory and start drinking after supper. And he thought the sun rose and set on my brother; that's why I didn't tell him how George used me sexually.
"It started one night toward the end of the week. My father had come home from the bar, drunk and staggering, as usual, and had gone to bed. George was watching television, every now and then making some vulgar remark about the girls in the picture we were watching. He and I had never gotten along with each other very good. He was always telling dirty jokes in my presence and making fun of my going to church… anything to make life difficult for me. I never brought what few friends I had to the house, because I never knew just what my brother or my father would say or do.
"My brother and I were sitting there watching television, and George looked at me and said, ‘See that girl there? She's the type to have a real big cunt. You do know what a cunt is, don't you, Jenny?'
"Not being able to take any more of his dirty talk, I decided to take a shower and go to bed. I was in the bathtub with the shower turned on and had lathered myself, when suddenly the curtains parted and in stepped my brother… stark naked! I was so shocked I just stood there staring at him, I suppose I must have been numb from the shock, but I must have mumbled something but I don't remember what it was. I do recall attempting to step out of the shower stall and George grabbing my arm. ‘You ain't going anywhere,' he said. ‘Not unless you want me to knock the piss out of you. And if you make a fuss and' wake the old man, he'll probably knock the shit out of you, too!'
"I froze, realizing my brother was' right. He was my father's favorite and in very solid with him. Daddy liked him because George often brought home a fifth of cheap whiskey for him, saving the old man a trip to the corner bar; and I knew my father didn't have any kind of morality about him. He once told me-my father-that I'd be better off if I went out and got myself fucked than go to church all the time.
"‘I'm going to take a shower with you,' George leered, standing in back of me with his arms around my waist, holding me tightly. I could feel his prick poking against my back, and he lifted me so that it pressed into the crack of my bottom. He put his hands down on my belly, way down low so that one finger was almost touching my hairless pussy, at the same time pushing his cock slightly into my ass-cheeks. I didn't know what to do. I just stayed there, him holding me up that way. George was breathing heavily and becoming sexually excited. He said, ‘Jenny… you're going to be a real good honey-fuck. Now you stand still… hear me!'
"I heard all right! He let me down and I stood there, leaning over a bit the way he pushed me, and permitted him to place his big cock between the cheeks of my ass and pump slightly. He didn't pump himself to coming off and removed his prick before he did. He then made me get out of the shower stall with him, and, after he had locked the bathroom door, he sat down on the toilet lid, pulled the bath mat close to him and told me to get down on my knees in front of him. I was only eight years old at the time, remember, and naturally a virgin and had not had any experience with boys, yet I knew what he obviously wanted me to do. The thought of sucking his cock gagged me- and it was so unchristian, too.
"Crying, hot tears running down my cheeks, the water from the shower dripping from me, I told him, ‘I don't want to do that. Please, George… I couldn't do it… not use my mouth… it's nasty dirty… Please… don't make me use my mouth.'
"My brother laughed at me. ‘How do you know what I want you to do? Say-how many cocks have you sucked, sister dear? Why… you're hardly old enough to know what one looks like!' Suddenly he leaned over and punched me in the stomach, his blow almost causing me to double over. ‘You want more of the same, you little twat? Get down on your knees and I'll show you how to do it. It ain't as bad as you think it is… I've had lot's of blow jobs from little girls. Why, you might even like it!'
"Fearful of what he would do if I didn't, I sank to my knees, my eyes fastened on his huge cock. The thing fascinated me, I admit. His prick looked like a small telephone pole, only a pole doesn't have a dark purple head with a little slit in the end of it.
"George pulled my head closer, spread his legs wider, ‘Lick my balls first, cunt,' he said, then work your tongue up the underside of my prick and lick the head all over.' Savagely, he pulled my mouth to his hairy nuts. I began licking, them slowly, working upward on his throbbing shaft. His prick felt soft and hot to my tongue, and before I actually knew it, George had slipped the end of its smoothness into my mouth, and I was washing the throbbing surface of his slick knob. He locked his legs around the small of my back, also putting his hands on the side of my head, moving my mouth up and down over his hot cock. It was a most impossible for me to believe that I actually h-had a boy's prick in my mouth, especially my own brother's! My shock was compounded when George ejaculated. He held my head to his cock and I could feel the warm thick fluid gushing from the little slit in the head, filling my mouth. There was an odd taste, sort of acid-like, and I swallowed practically all of it, not thinking to retain the milky juice in my mouth and spit it out later. When he finished coming off, he let me pull my head back. I gagged, feeling the nausea rising in my throat, and when George moved from the toilet, I leaned over and began spitting. ‘Shit, that wasn't all that bad, sister dear,' George laughed at me. ‘And you might as well get used to sucking me off. You'll be drinking my come again, kid.'
"What could I do? I was only eight years old. Where could I go? I thought of telling my priest at church. I thought of telling him all about it, but I knew that if I did there would be a big stink everyone would know and I didn't want to be embarrassed in front of everybody and the church.
"So there I was, helpless to do anything against what my brother was forcing me to do. He made me suck his cock off almost every night. That went on for years, then when I turned thirteen, George fucked me.
"He had me take off all my clothes, after which he played with my ass-cheeks and sucked my small breasts and nipples. Then he played around with my pussy. Then he said, ‘Before we fuck, sister dear, I'm going to teach you what they call sixty-nine. I read about it in a good book the other day.' He got on the bed and instructed me to get on top of him in a backward position and put my cunt to his face. ‘I'll lick and suck your cunt while you give me a blow job,' he said.
"I did not want him to hit me or hurt me again, so I did what he wanted. I settled my pussy over his face and, lying on top of him, began nibbling at his hard cock the way he liked best. George started licking and. kissing my now-sparcely haired cunt, pushing his tongue through the scanty hair and running it all over the sides of my pussy. In spite of my moral repugnance to the obscene act, knowing it was a terrible sin, I couldn't help but feel some pleasure from the manner in which _George was licking me down there. It was a sensation I had never before felt and I was deeply ashamed that I was enjoying it so much, but consoled myself with the thought that I did not want to enjoy his tongue on my pussy that way. Even as I was engaged in the licking and nibbling of his cock the feeling I had in the pit of my stomach and around my pussy-this strange new experience became intensified, increasing so rapidly and to such an extent that I involuntarily began twisting and squirming my naked crotch all over my brother's face, wanting to push my pussy through his face and have his tongue consume my very being. All at once a tremendously powerful feeling of fantastic pleasure shot through my body. I shuddered like a giant wave exploding in my naked, writhing hips, racing to every hidden corner of my mind, so violent that I felt for a moment that I might even faint from sheer joy. That was my first come.
"Furiously, I began whipping my lips up and down on my brother's thick cock, my tongue swirling in blurred speed, until he pulled my wet mouth from his cock that was dripping with my saliva. Goddamn!' he exclaimed. ‘What you trying to do-eat the fucking thing? I don't want to come in your mouth this time, sister dear, or it will take me too long to get another hard-on. I want to fuck that tight cunt of yours!'
"George got off the bed, took a box of tissues and wiped his cock off, then he slipped a rubber over his prick. Quickly he got back on the bed and crawled between my legs. He was breathing heavily and shaking somewhat, and I knew he was very excited; Staring at him, still in the warm afterglow of my first orgasm, I wondered how it would feel to have his cock shoved up inside me-my very first fuck!
"It hurt, but not too much, when George forced his prick into my cunt, lowering his body to mine, pinning me to the bed. I don't know what it was maybe instinct that caused me to put my arms around his neck, at the same time I was feeling his pulsating prick pushing against the slippery sides of my pussy hole, its moist head knocking frantically at the door of my womb.
"George began moving up and down, thrusting his cock into the tight, clasping lips of my pussy, and each time he moved, the more my cunt seemed to enjoy it-I was very excited! Again that extremely pleasant feeling began building up inside me. George had slipped his hands under my bottom and he was digging his fingers into my asscheeks almost as if he was trying to pull my trembling body into his own. More and more I began enjoying having his big, thick, hot prick inside me down there, stretching my pussy, probing and stroking into the sensitive opening. I just couldn't help myself. Understand, it wasn't that I wanted to enjoy it… I was overwhelmed by the intense sensations of what was happening to me. I even tried praying, that the good Lord would stop me from enjoying the fuck. God must not have been listening. I became more and more excited. I even began helping my brother! I started helping him by meeting his every down stroke by violently thrusting my wide open, naked crotch up to meet his powerful, brutal ramming of my pussy. I lifted and wrapped my legs around his back and even began to moan and whimper from the delicious pleasure he was giving me. My whimpers and moans of pleasure; my insanely gyrating hips; my clasping cunt lips… all of my heated sex-fire exciting my brother even more. ‘That's it, Jenny,' he breathed, his lips on my neck. ‘That's the way to fuck… put it to me… throw your tight cunt at me… yeah… fuck me good, sister dear! Ahhhh… that's the way! Move your ass twist your ass… Ooohhh!'
When his vulgar words spurred my pleasure, and I jacked my butt faster and faster and we fucked and fucked and we both burst with a wet bang almost at the same time, my cries of delight bouncing back from the walls and sounding like the wail of a stranger to my ears, to my other self that seemed to be watching the obscene proceedings in open mouthed horror.
"My brother didn't have to force me into fucking after that first time when, he took my cherry. I made a pretense of not wanting him to fuck me, but I always let him stick his cock in-any time he wanted to! We would always suck each other a little first-usually with him tonguing me to orgasm-and once I even let George luck me up my asshole, but he couldn't get his big cock inside me very far, even though he smeared the head of his prick with face cream. If he passed me up for two or three days-naturally, being twenty-two, he had dates and was fucking other girls by this time-I would get so sexually excited that I would be forced to finger-luck myself. Sometimes I would use a banana or something to stuff up my snatch.
"About six months after my brother busted my cherry, he brought his best friend home with him on Saturday afternoon, saying that both of them were going to fuck me at the same time. I figured that was impossible and that George was only talking to ‘impress Roy, and Roy figured the same thing, because he knew my brother was always bragging and rattling about things he didn't know a damn thing about. George meant what he said, which came as a surprise to both Roy and me.
"‘I read about it in a book,' my brother insisted stubbornly, ‘about how them Arabs over in Arabia do it, and that's the way they always fuck a girl-two men and one twat. I read it in a book-and what's good enough for them is sure as hell good enough for us!'
"Naturally, I refused and pretended to be very shocked and disgusted and told them both that it was wrong… nasty… and a girl didn't do those disgusting things. Actually, I was already so excited I was squirming my ass on the chair, ready as hell to get with it! I made George threaten to beat me black and blue if I didn't cooperate with them. After several minutes of this, I pretended to give in.
"We knew we wouldn't be disturbed by our father. On Saturday afternoons, he always took a fifth of whiskey and went across town to see an old buddy of his, he always said, but George and I knew his old buddy was an old whore he had known since school days. We knew damned well they would get drunk together and go to bed for the day.
"George and Roy and me, we took off all our clothes and my brother told me to lie on my side and be perfectly still. ‘Both you guys wear rubbers,' I said nervously. ‘I'm old enough to get pregnant now, you know.'
"Roy took a drink of whiskey from a pint bottle he had brought. Passing the bottle to my brother, he said, ‘George, we ain't got no sense trying this crazy stunt. How we gonna get two cocks in your sister's one little hole?'
"‘Like them Arabs do it,' George said. ‘I'll fuck her from the front, me and her laying on our sides, with me facing her and my cock up her cunt, and you can fuck her from the back.'
"‘I don't want to luck your sister in the goddamn asshole!' Roy exclaimed. ‘Shit, man!'
"‘Damn it, I don't mean to stick-your prick up her asshole,' George said. ‘I mean her cunt hole. Don't you know how a girl's cunt can be stretched! How the luck do you think a woman has a baby! Jenny lays real still, see, and raises her top leg a little, and all you have to do then is force your cock in her pussy right alongside of mine. You grease it up first with this vaseline. We don't want to hurt her none.'
"Now, maybe this sounds silly, but instead of being terrified at what my brother was proposing to do with me, I was excited and intrigued by it. ‘Roy was shocked. ‘Why goddamn it all! I ain't gonna do no such fucking thing. It ain't hardly proper, me and you rubbing our pricks together like that, like a couple of cocksucking queers or something!'"
This remark of George's twenty-year-old friend was typical, although what was being proposed by Jenny's brother is quite common in a troilistic sexual act. Many sexologists are-of the opinion that there is a very strong component of latent homosexuality in any man who enjoys such an act-a strong component because his penis must out of necessity come into contact with the organ of the other man. Other sexologists disagree, feeling that the woman is really the prime source of enjoyment, even to the subconscious factors of the males involved.
"‘Oh hell,' my brother said. ‘That don't mean no never mind. It ain't like we was fucking each other in the asshole. Come on, let's luck her before we lose our hard-on.'
"They both got on the bed, George in front of me, Roy in back. My brother slithered his cock into my cunt first, without any difficulty. ‘Don't move none, Sin. You lay absolutely still so Roy can work his cock in.'
"Roy began moving in his vaseline-coated prick. Finally it was all in me-an extremely tight fit, but somehow-to my surprise and Roy's-he could still move it in and out, fucking me. Yet, when you stop to consider that Roy's cock wasn't very large, it wasn't as hard, to take both of them as you would expect. Roy's cock is so small I can almost get all of it inside my mouth when I suck him off… not like my brother's, whose cock is just too damn big!
"I didn't move a muscle and Roy and my brother began fucking me. I tell you, they drove me absolutely insane-almost instantly-almost out of my ever fucking mind with those deliciously thrusting pricks! It was so fucking good I even screamed when they came off in me, when I felt their come shooting in those rubbers and tickling my pussy walls. It was… good!
"We did it that way a lot of times after that… Roy and ml brother changing places, but I had to be in the same position all the time. Sometimes, one would fuck me from behind while I sucked the other off. I don't mind swallowing the come now, either. In fact, I really get a charge out of drinking their come. Once, at my brother's request, I licked Roy's asshole and jacked him off at the same time, with my brother watching and beating his cock to a conic. At first I didn't want to do that, but I finally did after they gave me five dollars to buy a new bible with."
This young girl's case is not exceptional in the annals of brother-sister sexual relationships involving incest-pedophilia, her story being all too common and ordinary to the ears of doctors and social workers. The case serves to illustrate how a young preteen girl's libido can be channeled and conditioned into enjoying a deviation to the extent that she even accepts the paraesthesia as normal. It is not guesswork to say that the prognosis for such unfortunate children is always on the dark side without doubt. Very frequently, accepting such perversions as the sexual order of the day, they become vicious perverts and pedophiles themselves in later years; often a complex of guilt and shame will drive them into the open arms of neuroses, into alcoholism and quite often to suicide. At minimum, they become promiscuous.
Mother and son incest-pedophilia does occur. It is more rare than the other forms; still it does occur, and not as infrequently as the average person might think. When it does, the mother always occupies the dominant position in the family, or else the father is either absent or very subordinate. As for social and emotional relations between mother and son, when such an incestuous affair occurs, they are of two types One, when the son is the aggressor, the participants can be either distant or close. Two, when the mother is the aggressor, then emotional contact is intimate yet hostile-but not in all cases. As a rule the sex culture of the family will be found to be very loose, as can be seen by the following case.
Joey was thirteen years old, the son of prosperous farmers. His sister Glena was seventeen. Joey slept in a bedroom next to his parents' room, and often he could hear them engaged in sexual intercourse… hear his mother groaning and panting and crying out, telling his father to, "Do it harder! Pound my cunt, honey! Rip my goddamn hot pussy apart with your wonderful cock!" Joey had never had sex with a girl and he had never seen a man and woman engaged in any act of sex; however, he did know what sex was all about. He did know what his father and mother were doing in their bedroom He did know what fuck was having discussed the entire process with his friends, one of whom had even stolen a book from his father's library which was filled with photographs of men and women in various positions of intercourse. All this was very fascinating to Joey, who speculated what it must be like to have intercourse with a girl, and he thought it would be very nice to have a girl kiss and lick his penis and for him to suck at her vagina. He often watched Glena parading around in shorts and wondered what her pussy and titties looked like. I sure would like to see her naked, Joey often thought, after which he would get an erection and go out to the outdoor toilet and masturbate; or he would take the Sears catalog with him and play with his penis while looking at the pictures of women in underclothing. The illustrations of women's thighs and legs also made his penis hard; he would look at them too and masturbate, climaxing in his hand.
In the summer of his thirteenth birthday, Joey saw his mother and father engaged in sexual intercourse. It happened quite by accident one morning, after Joey had risen early. He couldn't sleep because of the heat and. had decided to get up and go lay in the hammock in the yard. He was stepping into his pants when he heard them through the wall… his mother and father in the next room. Joey put his ear to the thin wall. "I'll suck you first," his father was saying, "then we'll lap fuck." Joey's mother mumbled something, but Joey could not make out her words, except the word prick.
It was daylight. The sun was just rising in the east. Joey realized that if he left the house and slipped around to their window, he might be able to actually see them doing it. It would be difficult for them to see him, as they would have to look at the sun streaming in through the east window.
Joey quickly finished dressing, after which he carefully tiptoed from the house, carefully closing the screen door behind him. His heart pounded furiously as he made his way along the side of the house, finally around the corner and sliding carefully up to the window of his parents' bedroom. His mouth was full of hot cotton as he peeked in. What he saw was the old man on his knees, by the side of the bed, his face buried in his mother's hair-lined vagina. Joey's mother was lying on her back, across the bed, her head on a big pillow, her mouth slack, her eyes glazed and staring at the ceiling. Her arms were outstretched, her hands opening and closing. Joey could barely make out what she was saying. "Ooohhh, Dale, you do that so well. A little higher… ‘there! Ooohhh… that's it; right on the button! Suck it, honey… move your tongue on it fast, yes, now in and out of my pussy.
With eyes as big as saucers, Joey stared, feeling his own penis getting extremely hard. He unzipped his pants and began running his fist back and forth on the turgid shaft, masturbating himself, all the while wondering what button meant. He'd have to tell the guys about that. Maybe his friend's book would explain what button was.
Joey watched. Suddenly his mother burst out with, ‘Ooohhhh!… Now, now, Dale! Faster! Ooohhh I'm coming! Ooohh… yes, yes, yes! Oooohhh. there I'm coming… right in your… sucking mouth!"
The young boy knew what that meant. It was the same when he came and the white stuff shot from the head of his penis. One time in the barn he had masturbated without a handkerchief and the liquid had spurted almost five feet, like a tiny water fountain. Joey was proud of that. The other guys couldn't shoot any farther, except maybe Ned. But Ned had a bigger organ. He also wore glasses and had a stamp collection, the big sissy.
Joey's father got up from beside the bed and wiped the slimy stuff from his mouth while his mother wiped her vagina. Joey could see her pink opening was covered with thick curly hair; and Joey saw that his father's penis was an enormous instrument, sticking out for what must have been-to Joey's young eyes-a full foot in length. He became very excited at seeing his father's and mother's genitals, deciding he would have to tell his friends about this.
Then it happened to the excited boy. Joey suddenly ejaculated with powerful force against the side of the house, watched as the thick stream dribbled slowly down the wooden siding. His attention returned to the bedroom. His father had sat down on a chair, with his penis sticking up as rigid and tall as a flagpole. His mother, smiling, went over to him and paused. Joey wondered how it would be to suck on her large titties. Facing her husband, she began lowering herself on that monstrosity, straddling his lap, her legs on either side of his, her hands holding onto his shoulders, while he held her by the hips. Gradually she lowered herself until the immense organ was totally hidden within the thick thatch of hair and pink, stretched vaginal lips. Slowly… she began to move her naked body up and down on her husband's throbbing weapon, all the while gazing into his eyes lustfully. Joey saw his father begin to suck at her nipples, first the right one, then the left. It was the damnedest thing Joey had ever seen! Golly… his mother was fucking him I Joey took out the small pair of binoculars he always carried with him that had cost a quarter and two covers from one of his comic books, and tried to look through them, but the image was blurred.
He heard his mother whisper huskily, "Honey… use your finger."
Joey's father complied, reached around and-oh, boy! slipped a finger right into her… asshole! Joey's mind whirled, thinking his friend's book hadn't mentioned that!
Joey's mother moved up and, down, sliding her stretched vaginal lips over the enormous thickness of his father's gleaming wet penis while his father pulled and tugged at her ass cheeks, worming his finger rapidly in and out of her clenching rectum. Joey, watching this unusual event, began to tremble and shiver with excitement.
His mother said, "Darling, I'm… I'm about ready! How about… how about you? Are you ready to… to come in me?"
"Just a few minutes more," his father whispered. "Try to hold off for a few minutes more… and when you come down on my cock, try to squeeze it with your cunt lips… hard!"
Joey wondered: Ready for what? What was there to try to hold off for?
His mother suddenly moaned loudly, "Oh, Dale get… get ready!"
With another hard-on rapidly approaching, Joey watched, almost falling backward from surprise as his father suddenly lifted his buttocks from the chair his arms around his mother's gyrating hips, her arms around his neck-struggling to hold his wife to his naked body. Once he was upright, his wife wrapped her legs tightly around his buttocks and upper thighs folding herself around him, forcing his penis as deeply into her burning vagina as it would go. Joey's father arched his body forward, gasping, "That's it Ooohhhh… Ooohhh… Oh, oh, oh!"
Joey's mother cried, "Aaaaaaahhhhhh… Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!"
The man released his wife and she stood upright, shaking and holding onto her husband. Standing out-side the bedroom window, peering at the naked parents, Joey also shook, masturbating his rigid penis furiously.
Seeing his parents engaged in sexual intercourse and oral-genital relations had a profound effect on the boy. He now began masturbating two and three times a day. One afternoon his sister, Glena, caught him. He had forgotten to lock the toilet door and his seventeen-year-old sister, not knowing the outhouse was occupied, walked in on him while his hand was moving swiftly up and down his swollen penis. Instead of being horrified at what she saw, Glena smiled, chided him for playing with himself. Joey blurted out why, told his sister how he had seen their parents doing it that morning in the bedroom-"and ever since then when I think about it I get so excited I just got to pull my cock or else come in my pants. I get all hot and bothered and shivery at the same time-say, would you let me luck you or suck your pussy or titties?"
Glena shook her pretty head and told him no, that it would not be a proper thing for a girl to do. "Mother says I should save it for my husband when I get married." She didn't mention the fact that it would be incest whatsoever. But Glena loved her little brother and felt very sorry for him; she pitied him when she saw him shake and tremble. Finally, she consented to masturbate him… to make him come with more force. "I can't let you fuck me, Joey," she said. "But I'll tell you what… I'll jack your little prick off; that might relieve your anxiety," she explained. She knelt on the floor of the outhouse, taking his offered penis in her hand and began stroking it. It was not long before she brought her younger brother to a tremendous orgasm, his sperm gushing out to splatter on the far wall, as she leaned aside. After that, every time Joey became aroused and wanted to masturbate, he would go to his sister, who would readily take his organ in her hand and jerk it for him. She was handling his penis at least once a day, happy to give him this relief. Then, after about a month, she caught him trying to have sexual intercourse with one of the farm animals-a sheep, all of which prompted her to take the young boy's sexual problem to her mother, who became very upset when she-heard how her son was behaving.
This mother discussed the problem with her husband. "What are we going to do, Dale?" she asked. "We can't have Joey going around with a little hard-on all the time, can we?"
‘Well, there's no point in taking him to some doctor," Dale said. "They would only tell him to stop jacking off, which is like telling a fish to stay out of water"
After they had pondered the dilemma, the father arrived at what he considered a logical and intelligent solution. "Honey," he said to his wife, "I think you should teach our son all about sex. Take him to bed. Let the boy luck you. Let him do anything he wants, even suck your cunt… and you suck his cock off for him. Tell you what, I'll do the same with our daughter After all, she's admitted to jacking his little prick off for him, hasn't she? Besides, who can teach, children better than their parents?"
His wife agreed with this unusual solution and that night Joey found himself sleeping with his mother. Dale, the father, shared his daughter's bed. Surprisingly, the two youngsters readily accepted this arrangement.
Joey and his mother undressed in her bedroom, and she was very pleased to see that he had a nice erection. Joey was so excited at what was about to take place he was trembling visibly, his eyes moving over his mother's naked flesh, feasting on her lush, pointed breasts and her bushy triangle of pubic hair. They sat on the bed and she reached out, feeling of his small, throbbing penis, asking, "What would you like to do to me first, Joey? Tell me the truth, son." Joey, his excitement evident, whispered that, "I'd like to suck your tits first, the way Dad does, then play with your pee-hole with my tongue, the way you and Dad did it. Then… I'd like you to suck my cock."
His mother laughed, lying on her back while she showed him what to do. "Put the nipple in your mouth and suck it real hard," she instructed, feeling of his testicles as he lay half on top of her. "When you have had enough of sucking of my titties, I'll show you how to suck between my legs… suck my cunt… and how to do it properly."
Joey enjoyed sucking his mother's breasts, but he enjoyed it even better when he had his face pressed between her smooth thighs and his lips working at her moist opening, his tongue fluttering around her tiny, sensitive clitoris and then stabbing with a frenzy into the slippery lips He particularly enjoyed running his nose through her soft blonde pussy hair inhaling the aromatic musk of her genitals, delighting in the strange aroma. Gently, his mother pressed his lips to her hair-lined recess, whispering, "Lick the inside of my cunt, Joey. Lick your tongue all over my pussy and work your tongue up the top of the slit until you feel that little button there. Yes… it feels like a little hard button. There… now flutter and twist your tongue around that. Nibble it with your lips… that's the way… that's very good… suck it gently. Lick your mother's cunt like a good boy!"
So that was the button, Joey thought his tongue swirling furiously.
He sucked at his mother's vagina greedily, like a thirsty animal, and when he brought her to an orgasm, he lapped eagerly at the flowing secretions welling from her vaginal walls and dripping into his open mouth. He found he enjoyed the taste of her fluids, and continued to suck and lick the sides of her hair-fringed vagina, working his tongue on and around the in-" flamed, sensitive button… even many minutes after she had enjoyed her tremendous orgasm and her excitement started subsiding…
Joey lifted his face-smeared with her dripping juices-and grinned broadly at her. "Golly, Mom," he said, a tinge of awe and pleasant delight in his voice. "That was good! I never knew pussy tasted so delicious!"
Again, she laughed at him, petting the side of his still wet cheek. "Just like your father," she said, her voice filled with love' for this thirteen-year-old son of hers.
"Now," his mother said, pressing him gently back onto the bed. "I'll suck your little peter, darling." As Joey lay back, his mother, at the foot of the bed, skinned the sheath from the head of his penis and licked the flat surface of her tongue around it for a moment, then, with the tip, she tickled the small hole on the,end, sending tiny, delicious shivers through his smaller body. After a while, she parted her lips and sucked the entire length of his organ into her mouth, rapidly massaging the sensitive, smooth head with her tongue, clasping her hot, moist lips around the throbbing shaft, scraping her teeth up and down the tender flesh. Joey, who had been anticipating this, was unable to control his emotions and, after his mother had taken a few strong sucks with her tongue swirling wonderfully around his swollen penis, ejaculated his scalding young semen almost at once-a powerful white stream which his mother easily and wantonly swallowed. After draining his jerking, excited penis, she pulled her mouth away and smiled up at him, reaching beneath his quivering buttocks, searching between them for his tight anus. Once she found the puckered opening. she slipped one finger into it easily and rubbed delicately and gently at his prostate. Immediately, Joey's penis erected once again, full and strong with youthful vigor. His mother smiled as she saw the organ throb into hardness, petting it with her other hand.
"Now I'll show you some other things you can do with a girl," she said.
She had her son place his penis between her firm, pointing breasts, telling him all about the exquisite pleasures of doing this to a girl in that deep, warm valley of flesh. She instructed him how to place his penis between her upper arm and side-in her arm pit and work himself to ejaculation; and finally she lay on her bark and permitted her son to insert his excited penis into her moist, pulsating vagina. Joey thrust and pumped, running his organ deeply into her slippery passage while she arched rhythmically to meet the unexpert plungings. After a while, Joey found the smooth rhythm, and his mother allowed him to copulate with her until he was totally and happily satisfied.
During the time Joey and his mother were enjoying their incestuous sexual instructions, his father was instructing the young boy's sister. He had coached the seventeen-year-old girl in cunnilingus and fellatio, both of which she enjoyed no end. They enjoyed the popular sixty-nine position and Dale even inserted his penis into her rectum, which Glena enjoyed tremendously. She was also given experience in vaginal and mammary intercourse, just as her brother had done with their mother. Finally, after a long time, father and daughter had exhausted themselves in the warm arms of sex…
Mother and father were gratified to learn that Joey's sexual anxiety disappeared. He still masturbated, but only. two or three times a week, as compared to the same number a day previously At other times when he became sexually excited, he either copulated genitally or orally with his mother or sister, for by this time the family had graduated into the practice of group sexual activity disporting themselves in a free-wheeling, abandoned and immoral manner.
One of their favorite positions is as follows: the mother would lie on her back, taking the bottom position. Joey would settled his buttocks on her firm breasts and his mother would suck on his penis. His sister, Glena, on her hands and knees, would eagerly press her lips to her mother's dripping vagina and perform cunnilingus. The father, attached to his daughter's rear end, his arms around her waist and his fingers playing with her inflamed clitoris, would either satisfy himself by using his daughter's vagina, or as Glena much preferred, her rectal canal.
At times the father would be on the bottom, with either his daughter or wife squatting over his face to receive the rapid stimulation of his tongue. Either mother or daughter would fellate him. Joey would enjoy the fellating female by inserting his penis into her rectum. He found he enjoyed anal intercourse better than vaginal; this was because his penis was a bit too small to be clutched with any force by the vaginal muscles of his sister or mother. But he could put his penis between their buttocks and into the tighter opening of their rectum and receive a great deal of pressure and friction and better, a great deal of intense satisfaction.
One odd aspect of this situation in incestual pedophilia, was the fact that all four were homosexually inclined. Joey found tremendous enjoyment by sucking his father's great penis to completion, hungrily sucking up the thick globs of semen his father would spurt powerfully into his small, greedy mouth. Not a few times, his father would perform fellatio on his young son. Joey usually sucked his father's penis when his mother would have her face pressed into the hair-lined slit of her daughter, moistly licking and sucking. His father would then crawl between his wife's legs and lick her, while Joey mouthed and tongued the great weapon that reared up, inflamed and throbbing.
Joey also enjoyed doing the popular sixty-nine with his sister. She always let him have the top position, all of which enabled the mother to stimulate his little anus with her tongue or finger. While his mother did this, his father would often enter his daughter's rectum and copulate her in this manner while Joey used his mouth and watched the organ he loved brutally moving in and out of his sister's clasping anus.
Constantly the mother and father cautioned Joey about telling anyone of the sexual proceedings. Glena, at seventeen, knew enough about what they were doing to keep her mouth shut. "If you do tell," his mother warned, "you and Glena will be taken away from us and then you won't get to fuck or suck me or your sister anymore. You must never tell… never!"
Joey never did-until years later, after he was a grown man and suffered a serious breakdown. It was then the above was revealed.
A lot of nonsense has been written and is still being penned about adolescent sex desire, the majority of which insist that children are supposed to work off their sexual curiosities by studying, sports activity and various hobbies. At all times they are to be guarded and protected against the sins of petting and premarital intercourse. This unrealistic attitude does nothing but cause guilt and utter confusion, contributing to frigidity in women, as well as to divorce, alcoholism and a whole host of other social ills, including pedophilia. The fact is that no amount of work and play is going to remove sexual curiosity, not without causing some psychic scarring.
Man-made morality and codes of sexual conduct is not the way of nature. A sex act that is properly performed will not have a serious impact on an adolescent or teenager, in spite of what the moralists say. But guilt and recriminations over sex can and do have serious impact, often damaging the child for the rest of his sexual life. It is also psychological fact that the persons most capable of instructing children in sexual activity, including initiation to the act of sexual intercourse, are mature and responsible adults, who understand the sexual nature of children.
We have seen an interesting case whereby the parents of two children were the aggressors. Now, let us study the case of Jerome, a precocious twelve-year-old, who became the aggressor in initiating intercourse with his mother.
Jerome, at twelve years old, was the only son of wealthy but divorced parents. Living with his mother, who drank heavily, Jerome was left to his own devices. Not that she didn't love her son. She did-very much but sex and the bottle took preference, both of which absorbed most of her time.
One day Jerome was about to walk into the upstairs parlor when he heard voices, speaking in a low whisper. Putting his ear to the door, he detected the voices of his pretty mother-she was thirty-three years old- and Randy, their negro yard boy. Jerome could not make out their words so he opened the door a slight crack and looked in. Mavis-his mother-was sitting on the couch, her legs spread widely open, her dress raised to the height of her deeply indented navel, exposing her beautiful smooth stomach. Randy was kneeling on the carpet before her, his big, black penis hanging out of his pants. With one hand he was fondling Mavis' breasts through her blouse, while with the other hand he fingered her hair-fringed vaginal lips.
The sight didn't surprise Jerome, who had been introduced to sex at the age of ten-years-old by their Chinese maid, who first fellated his small penis then induced him to have intercourse with her. Mai Ling still worked for them and. Jerome was involved sexually with her almost constantly. He had matured very early, and could now achieve an ejaculation, which delighted the small, delicate Chinese girl. Mai Ling's body was slim and a very lovely shade of pale yellow, but she had extremely small breasts-and Jerome had become quite fond of large ones, like those of his mother-and her vagina thatch was stiff and wiry. She also had a club-foot, and Jerome didn't much care for that, either. Yet in his own way of practical thinking, a stiff-haired vagina was better than none at all. Of course, he would have preferred to have sexual intercourse with his mother.
With cold eyes he watched his mother and Randy- not seeing Mavis as his mother but only as a woman with a thick jungle of raven black hair between two smooth, snowy white thighs. Her eyes were half closed, and she kept moving her pretty rounded buttocks on the couch, almost as if she was sitting on a hot stove, telling the negro boy to move his finger faster and in bigger circles.
Jerome ran his hand down to cup his burgeoning organ, finger it and feeling it rising and getting ironhard. He heard his mother telling Randy that "you did a hell of a good job with that finger-flick. Maybe some day I'll let you put that big black stick of yours in my pussy. Would you like fucking a white cunt, black boy?"
"Oh, yes ma'am," Randy said with a grin, his white teeth gleaming in his coal black face, using his Uncle Tom attitude. "I sure would like that, ma'am. Yes ma'am… I sure would enjoy getting me some white pussy like yours."
"Well… I'll think about it," Mavis said lazily. "Now get your black ass out of here. I'm going shopping, but pour me a double whiskey before you go-and put that black cock of yours in your pants!"
Going to his room, Jerome waited patiently until his mother had left the house. He then went to her bedroom and got a pair of her nylons and two pairs of her panties. Returning to his own room, he undressed and laid the panties on the center of his bed. Then he got on the bed, lying flat with his throbbing hard penis jabbing into the panties. He put the nylon hose into his mouth and began chewing on them, working his penis around on the panties. All the while he was doing this, he thought of that black hair between his mother's creamy thighs, and he thought of putting his mouth to her vagina and sucking it… of his mother taking his penis into her mouth and sucking him to discharge. God how he wanted to fuck his mother! Jerome suddenly ejaculated his hot semen into her panties.
He was in the living room reading something about the Civil War for his school homework when his mother returned that night-drunk as usual. "Ah, Jerome honey," she mumbled, sinking into an armchair, "fix your mother a drink like a good boy, will you. I need it to relax and get a good night's sleep. Anything just anything will do."
Sure, Jerome thought. You need it, you nigger-fucker, because you're a fucking lush!
"Yes, mother dear," Jerome said, getting up and going to the well-stocked liquor cabinet. He poured a large glass of gin, handing it to her. Ten minutes later the glass was empty and Mavis was sprawled out in the chair, her head hanging to one side limply. She began to snore loudly.
Smiling, Jerome shook her by the shoulders, called out softly to her. His mother didn't move. Fine, he thought. The old bitch's passed out! He felt both her breasts, working his lingers into the firm flesh and probing at her concealed nipples, then he lifted her dress as high as he could. Slipping his hands under her, he tugged at her panties, finally succeeding in pulling them over her rounded hips and down her slender thighs, which he then spread wide as he could. Sinking to his knees, he stared at his mother's beautiful hair-lined slit. He reached out and fingered it delicately running his finger over her exposed, moist clitoris; at the same time he unzipped his pants and pulled his erect penis out straight into the air. Moving closer, he kissed the snowy smoothness of her thighs, letting his tongue roam over the silken flesh… upward… moving along the tender inner surfaces until his cheeks brushed at the softly curling pubic hair. Then, he began licking at her vagina lips… sliding his tongue through the soft strands of raven hair… finding her pink clitoris… licking… tasting… nibbling sucking… thrilling to the taste of her female juices. I can't flick her, he thought. I can't get my prick in, not the way she's sprawled out in this goddamn chair! He couldn't decide whether he loved or hated her.
Mavis moved slightly, moaning in a long sigh. She was breathing through her mouth, which was partly open. Jerome rose to his feet… slowly jerking his fist bark and forth on his swollen penis, looking down at her exposed genitals. His organ was hard… very hard from smooth head to scanty-haired testicles. He moved himself toward his mother's face and placed the head of his penis directly between her slightly parted lips. He began to manipulate his penis, masturbating with• practiced motions, his fist moving back and forth while he made certain the head stayed between her lips, and in a short time he shot forth a stream of his semen directly into his mother's mouth. She stirred slightly, and for a moment Jerome froze. Then Mavis mumbled something about being Mai Ling's turn.
I'll be go to hell, Jerome's mind said. The fucking whore's not only making it with the black boy, she's also got the Chinese girl in on it too!
Putting out all the tights and leaving his mother sprawled in her obscene position in the chair, Jerome left the living room. He went to his bedroom and slept soundly.
When Mavis awoke the next morning, she had a hangover and a terrible taste in her mouth. She remembered the dream she had experienced. Or had it been a dream? It had all been so real, so vivid, she told her-self. She could swear that after she went to sleep in the chair, Jerome had sucked her vagina and put his organ into her mouth. Was it a dream… or was it real? And how did her panties get on the floor like that? She knew she never took them off when she came home feeling sick. She knew she didn't dream that. They were on the floor beside her when she woke up. And that taste in her mouth… it wasn't the usual hangover taste… it tasted just like come!
Mavis loved her son and often wished, in rare sober moments, that she wasn't so selfish and addicted to booze and sex. She thought of how she had kept the boy in military school for the last six years, having him come home only during the summers, because she did not have the time for him. She had been too busy making all kinds of love with all kinds of people… men and women… black and white. She had even had intercourse with an Indian once while visiting South Dakota… and he had licked and sucked her vagina, once, while she fellated him.
She thought her son must consider her a stranger- but what could she do… if it wasn't a dream? How can she find out? But his tongue was good on her cunt! No, no! I must not think of such things!… And when he put his little cock on my lips… Mavis decided to set a trap. She had to know if her dream had been real or not. My God! she thought. He's just like his father! She remembered how her husband was always shoving his penis into every hole in sight. Mavis became so nervous over thinking about it that she gulped a fast couple of gins-right from the neck of the bottle. She knew what she had to do.
She went down to lunch-Jerome was already at the table.
"Did you sleep well, Mother?" he asked, not looking at her.
Mavis kissed him on his cheek. "Yes, dear," she replied. "I had too much to drink last night. Well… we all have our bad habits, don't we? I slept in a chair in the living room last night. Why… I don't even remember coming into the house!" There, she thought, that should put the little mother-flicker at ease and make him think I don't remember anything!
Jerome said nothing. Mavis continued. "I'll be gone all afternoon, darling. You have a good day and do whatever you wish."
After lunch, Mavis left the house, drove to a downtown hotel and registered, leaving word at the desk for an eight o'clock call. She went to her room, drank a pint of gin and went to bed. She was determined not to be drunk and sleepy this night when she returned home. She returned to her own house at nine o'clock, drinking a few shots from a flask she carried in the car, wanting the smell of alcohol on her breath when she saw her son.
With a false stagger, she stumbled into the house. Jerome was in the living room, waiting. "Do you want a drink, Mother?" he asked solicitiously.
Mavis flopped into the same armchair she had occupied the night before. "Sure… want to fix me one?"
She drank only a part of the gin her son handed to her. "I'm drunk and so tired," she said, rising and accentuating her staggering when she got to the stairs. "Help me up the stairs to my bedroom." With a gleam in his eyes, Jerome assisted his mother up the stairs, steering her carefully to her bedroom. "Switch off the lights when you leave," she mumbled, beginning to undress, thinking, I'm going to make it easy for the little mother-flicker!
Obediently Jerome left the room, switching off the lights on his way out. Now naked, Mavis crawled into bed, pulling the sheet up to her waist, leaving her beautiful firm breasts totally exposed, pink nipples dotted in the center of creamy white, swelling flesh. After a few minutes, with her half-closed eyes peering into the darkness, she began faking a snore.
The huge clock on her dresser ticked away the seconds. Presently she heard the bedroom door open and Jerome tip-toeing across the thick carpet. Mavis lay there, faking sound, deep sleep, her breasts rising and falling deliciously. Jerome sat down on the bed, leaning over her. "Are you asleep?" he whispered. "Mother are you asleep?" She didn't move… her breathing stayed even and deep. She just lay there, her mouth half open, breathing heavily.
Jerome cautiously pulled back the sheet until his mother's naked body was fully exposed in the dim darkness. He gazed at her beauty for a few moments, then lay his palm across her hair-lined pubic mound. He parted the moist lips of her vagina, fingering the pink clitoris nestled in the folds of her flesh and silken raven hair. With his other hand he caressed her large breasts, pinching the nipples lightly between his fingers. He noticed that the small dark pink buds were erect and very hard. Slowly, still using caution, he leaned over and ran his tongue around the flesh of her right breast, then closed his lips around the nipple. His hard suction and the fingers that were moving around her sensitive clitoris was just about to drive Mavis wild. She struggled to remain still, keep her breathing even. She had caught him! She had found out what she wanted to know. Her son was a motherfucker! Now was the time to stop him… but she couldn't!
Oh my God! her mind raged. If he stops now I'll go insane!
In spite of her pretended sleep, Mavis began to squirm slightly, breathing more heavily and soft moans escaped her mouth. She whimpered as though in a dream… but she knew she wasn't dreaming this! As she writhed and moaned, Jerome removed his pants and crawled onto the bed, moving between his mother's thighs. He partially inserted the swollen, burning head of his penis between her hairy, now wet, vaginal lips… then began to thrust his organ slowly around the opening… pulling it in and out… just the heal letting it slide back and forth over the moist lips.
The sensation of her son's organ slipping slightly into her vagina was almost more than Mavis could stand. Even that slight penetration was causing intense, delicious thrills to course through her naked body. Frantic with desire, passion running rampantly through her groin and thighs like a river that had burst its. banks, she voiced what she was thinking before she realized it, before she had presence of mind to control herself.
"For Christ's sake," she said loudly. "Stop playing around! Shove your cock into my cunt, goddamnit and fuck me!"
At the time, so overwhelmed by the passion racing through her, Mavis didn't give a damn if Jerome was her son… she wanted relief; she wanted total sexual satisfaction…
She froze at the sound of her own voice, at the bluntness of what she had said. So did her son. But he recovered his composure before his mother did. That she was not asleep, but awake, did not concern him. Her shouted request for a fuck did. Without hesitation, Jerome plunged his penis… all the way to the hilt into the warm, clasping vagina of his mother.
"Oh my God!" Mavis gasped as he thrust deeply into her pulsating orifice. This was not as she had planned it at all! But that wonderful pleasure-giving prick that delicious cock… She suddenly threw her arms around her son's neck, pulling him down to her, his body flattening her upright breasts against his naked chest; she forced his mouth to hers, snaking her tongue out to dart between his lips, to flutter and playfully stab at his tongue. Jerome slipped his arms under her waist, and began plunging hard and furiously into her willing vagina. Mavis, despite her inner revulsion, found herself rocking her hips up to meet his thrusts, banging her moist, clasping, milking vagina into his heated groin hard. She lifted her legs, curling them around his small waist and locking her ankles across his dipping buttocks. Jerome, so pleased at this unexpected cooperation from his mother, suddenly began discharging. rapidly, feeling with extreme lust his sperm shooting into the greedy opening of his mother's vagina, splashing against the slippery walls. Finally, his climax was over, he stopped his frenzied motions, lying there on top of her, breathing heavily and thinking that now he was going to have two pieces of delicious ass anytime he wanted them-Mai Ling and his mother!
Mavis thought: Oh Jesus! What in sweet fuck have I done? I shouldn't be doing these things with my own son! But she said, "Get your fucking cock out of my pussy, you greedy little bastard and… suck me! Suck my boiling pussy and lick it! You hear me? Get down there and suck my cunt! Stick your tongue inside my snatch and lick your fucking come out!"
Jerome didn't mind her lewd names. Crawling between Mavis' quivering thighs, he lost no time in putting his lips to his mother's dripping forest of hair. Pushing in his tongue, he began a rapid oral stimulation, washing her inflamed, delicious clitoris, causing her to thrash wildly about and clutch the pillows with her hands, her hips writhing furiously in tight gyrations against his face. "Harder! Faster! Tongue-fuck me hard!" she cried out, her head twisting from side to side, hair flying. "Ooohhh… Oh! Oh!… Almost almost there… Now… yes, yes… Ooohhh…
Jerome twirled his tongue into her slippery vagina, his nose pressed into the sweet-smelling forest. He tongued and sucked hard, furiously, trying to bring her to the peak of her sexual excitement. His hands gripped her thrashing hips as he mouthed and moaned against the wet crotch, and he felt her explode into a tremendous orgasm, his mouth quickly swallowing the secretions that burst forth, mixed with his own semen. Mavis' orgasm was one of the most violent she had ever experienced.
Jerome crawled off his mother's shuddering body and I began fondling his limp penis. Oh mother dear, he thought, you are a no good slut…
He moved up on her lush and trembling body until he was actually straddling her chest. Placing his buttocks on her stomach, he calmly inserted his penis between her heaving breasts, squeezing her twin, ballooning globes together against his penis, creating a tight sheath. Then, without a word, he began working his penis in and out of the passage he had made.
Mavis was shocked. Although she had wide experience in sexual matters, there were a few things she had not experienced, and this was one of them. "You stop that, you dirty little boy," she said. "You get off me this instant! Take your little cock away from my tits! Oh my God, you have your father's blood. Jerome! Get your naked ass off me, you little fucker! You'll be trying to fuck the goddamn maid next!"
Jerome paused as she shouted, then, panting, he continued to move his penis in and out between her smooth, creamy breasts. "I've already fucked Mai Ling, but she isn't as good a piece of ass as you are, Mother dear!"
Mavis felt her desire rising again as her son moved his now hard penis in and out, holding her breasts tightly around his penis. Oh my God! she thought Jerome and Mai Ling! That dirty little Chinese whore! And she never once told me! That slant-eyed pervert! Fucking a boy… a boy not yet thirteen years old I'm going to piss in her goddamn mouth the next time she sucks my cunt!
"Don't say anything about Mai Ling!" panted Jerome. "You mumbled about her the other night when I fucked you in your mouth-and I saw you with that blackassed nigger the other day. So don't call me a little fucker!"
Mavis felt like screaming. She thought, blindly as her passion continued to rise, Oh Jesus! The little prick knows everything! Everything about me! He's not only a mother-fucker, but a sneaky snoop! Then her passion rose up to a certain level within her body and she no longer cared. All that mattered was the pleasure she was feeling. Jerome's penis was driving her insane. She had to have satisfaction… no matter how perverted… no matter if it was incestuous… she had to be gratified!
Jerome brought his swollen penis to his mother's face, began brushing the sensitive head against her moist, red lips. Mavis knew she should shove him away make him leave her room… but the temptation of his swollen prick… that close… rubbing across her lips… it was too much for her to control. She was overwhelmed with lust, no longer caring if it was her young son. With an inner whimper of depravity, she put her fingers underneath his solid, sponge-like testicles, opened her mouth and let her son shove his entire penis far into her mouth… back… back… until she felt the smooth head at the entrance of her throat. She gagged slightly, but her tongue was working furiously around the turgid organ. Jerome pulled his organ out until she was comfortable, her lips clasped tightly around it, tongue fluttering, thrilling to the sensations as she licked and sucked on the sensitive head. His body shuddered as the orgasm started, then he trembled and moaned as the milky white river of semen flooded into her hungry mouth, inundating her. Mavis went out of her mind from the sheer joy of drinking his semen, and she swallowed and gurgled happily.
That night was the beginning of the incestuous pedophiliac relationship between Jerome and his mother. Daily, Mavis made up her mind that the very next day or the next-she would make an appointment with a doctor to see what could be done about her son, but somehow she never got around to it. Booze and sex always kept getting in the way, taking up her time. Either she was having an orgy with Randy, the negro yard boy, or else she and Mai Ling, the Chinese maid, were feasting on each other's genitals, provided her son wasn't occupying his mother's vagina, either with his tongue or penis.
"You're a filthy little pervert!" Mavis kept telling her sex-happy son, and, "This is the very last time I'm going to let you flick me… I won't suck that little cock of yours again. Tomorrow I'm going to call a doctor." And then, either her son's penis or his tongue would silence her empty threats, at the same time sending her soaring to the ultimate in orgasms! She would even threaten to call the authorities and have him committed to a crazy house, to which her son would reply, "Sure, Mother dear. When you do, be sure to tell the people about Randy and Mai Ling. The four of us can cut out paper dolls and weave baskets together!" He would then rub her thighs, or kneel between her legs, shoving her dress up and lick and kiss the white softness, or unzip his pants and, bringing out his penis, rub it across her parted lips, almost instantly cutting her threats of as passion overtook her. Like an orphan in a candy store, Mavis simply could not resist her son's penis… and the things he would do to her, anymore than she could resist the next drink. For eight years she had been intending to join Alcoholics Anonymous. She was always in the process of going to the next week's meeting. And, every time she found her son's penis rubbing across her lips, she would whimper helpless, opening her mouth and sucking his penis in, using her tongue and lips until he would flood her mouth with his semen. It was in those times that she hated herself most, yet she could not resist foliating him.
Mavis and Jerome never indulged in group sex with Randy and Mai Ling. Jerome didn't like blacks, and Mavis, even though she still continued her sexual activities with the Chinese maid, considered the girl a pervert for letting a twelve-year-old boy have intercourse with her. Of course, Jerome still continued his intimacies with the, maid, and since he had a share of voyeurism in his makeup, he even went so far as to bore a hole in the ceiling of his mother's bedroom in order to watch her convort with Randy and Mai Ling. Jerome would slink up to the attic, glue his eyes to the hole in the floor, and see sights the average pre-teen never sees! Even as a man!
Jerome usually began by performing cunnilingus on his mother, after which he would have intercourse with her in any number of interesting positions. What with her heavy drinking and preoccupation with sexual matters, Mavis was a willing partner in everything this young boy thought of, always feeling disgust for herself after it was over. Her extreme sensuality kept her from seeking the treatment she desired, feeling she would rather have the exciting activities continue instead of stopping. Her son would perform analingus on his mother, licking and sucking at her anus for long minutes. He would force his mother-although it wasn't that she didn't want to participate by this time to enter the bathroom with him, where he would lie on the floor and have her sit across his face and urinate into his open mouth. He was becoming more and more deviant in his sexual makeup, and it is not known just how far he could have pressed his mother if the negro yard boy had not become jealous of Jerome for cutting into what he considered his private source of sex. Randy spoke to the authorities about what was going on in the big house, telling them everything.
Aunt-nephew and niece-uncle pedophiliac incest occurs more frequently than many suspect. The case of Eddie is a very good example, a prime example of a nephew and aunt relationship. Eddie's parents were killed in a fire when he was a baby and he was taken in by his aunt. He cannot remember when or how his aunt made the first sexual advances. He can recall a history of subtle flattering attentions on the part of his aunt bathing scenes when his aunt spoke to him of the importance of cleanliness as she had held his little penis in her hand and patted it admiringly, washing it. She always finished by placing a moist kiss on Eddie's little penis, often taking it into her mouth.
Before puberty, Eddie's aunt continued the washing of his penis, and the boy accepted this as normal; then under the guise of' showing him the difference between the male and female sex organs, the aunt also taught him to massage her clitoris with his fingers. Eager to please, the boy gladly obeyed her request. While masturbating her, the aunt would masturbate his little penis and play with his anus. Now and then she would make the little boy happy with sucking and kissing his anus.
Eddie remembers that at one point he had an orgasm and ejaculated. His aunt told him that it was a wonderful thing for a boy to be able to do this, and that "Soon you will be a man with a great big cock on you."
After he reached puberty, his aunt instructed him in the process of actual sexual Intercourse, flicking, as she said. She would have Eddie get on top of her and insert his penis into her vagina. She would say-so Eddie recalls-"Now… fuck your cock into my cunt until the come shoots from your cock-head." She also told the boy never to tell a living soul about "our little fuck parties."
For almost three years these pedophiliac incestuous relations continued, until his aunt was found to be suffering from cancer of the cervix. After the pain made further sexual intercourse between her and Eddie impossible, the aunt encouraged her nephew to. court a timid, nobody type of girl who lived down the street from them. Within a matter of months, his aunt maneuvered the pair into marriage, and Eddie and his bride came to live with her. Eddie did have frequent intercourse with his wife, but somehow he was left unsatisfied, the activities with his wife stimulating him only slightly.
Finally his aunt died. Eddie thought that now he might be able to enjoy better sexual relations with his wife, but his expectations failed to mature. Finally he sought help, learning in the process that the culprit was his years of incestuous activity with his aunt.
Uncle and niece as confused by the girl: "I was ten years old when mother died and my father remarried. I know now that my stepmother was a good woman, but at the time I resented her terribly, thinking that no woman could ever replace my mother. As a result of my antagonism, I went to live with my Aunt Mabel and Uncle Ray.
"Aunt Mabel was so thin that she always gave the impression that her bones were trying to push away her clothes. She was a good-natured person and very good to me. So Uncle Ray, who was very good-looking and in his middle thirties. He was perhaps four or five years older than Aunt Mabel, who was only my aunt by marriage.
"One afternoon I came home early from school. It was winter and because a snow storm had been reported to be approaching the area, classes had been dismissed earlier than usual. I saw Aunt Mabel lying stark naked on the bed and Uncle Ray standing by the side of the bed, holding his big cock, which was very large and hard. It was the first time I had ever seen the sex organ of a man and I was really astonished at the size. I crept off to one side and watched, feeling guilty about it.
"I saw Aunt Mabel reach up and start to play with the twin bags that hung below the huge organ. She said she wanted it nice and hard and Uncle Ray-at her request-put his big prick into her mouth. He got on the bed and, kneeling over her, shoved the big thing into her mouth, then began moving his hips back and forth, letting his cock slide in and out of her lips. Presently he said, ‘I'm almost ready to come.'
Then he moved his body very rapidly and moaned, and I knew that his act was giving intense pleasure to them both. Quietly, after he had come in her mouth, I went to my room, thinking of my Uncle Ray. From that moment on I did everything in my power to make him want me. I did all I could to make myself attractive to him, particularly when Aunt Mabel was' not around. Slowly, he began to notice and take an interest in me.
"The day finally arrived as I knew it had to happen; Aunt Mabel went to a school meeting and I knew she would be gone for three hours or more. I crawled into bed naked and left the light on… as if I had just dozed off. I tossed back the cover and lay there naked, my legs spread real wide… pretending I was asleep. I could hear my uncle downstairs, cleaning his shotguns, preparing for his hunting trip in the morning. I knew that when he finished with his guns he would bring them upstairs, for it was against his policy to leave guns downstairs.
"Finally I heard him climbing the stairs. I closed my eyes tighter and my breath seemed to catch in my throat. I could feel myself tremble with anticipation.
"Uncle Ray passed my open door. When I heard him pause and gasp, I knew I had won. I could hear him approaching my bed, hear his heavy, excited breathing, and a moment later I could feel his hand on my body. I was only 10 years old, so I didn't have any breasts then, but he was cupping my little nipples. I opened my eyes, looked up and smiled at him. I could see his cock pushing against his pants.
"He shook his head and said, ‘How can I do it? You're my brother's little girl!' Realizing he might back down because of conscience, I reached out and unzipped his pants, put my hand around his great big cock and pulled it out. Quickly it became extremely hard, and I ran my fist up and down it, my fingers hardly touching because it was so thick. He was still reluctant. So, doing as I had seen my aunt do, I leaned over and placed my lips across the smooth, warm head, touching the slit with my tongue. I felt him tremble, but he didn't resist me.
"His cock was so big, I couldn't take it in my mouth, but I could wrap my lips around the tip and tongue him real good, which was what I started doing. He petted my head while I did this, and when he was ready to come off, he told me so, saying, ‘Just swallow fast when you feel the stuff coming out of the end of my prick and shooting into your mouth.'
"When I felt his start to gush that thick stuff into my mouth, I did as he said, swallowing fast and keeping my tongue moving around the squirting slit. I really liked that… drinking his stuff the way my aunt had done.
"That was the beginning of nine years of heavenly sex with my Uncle Ray.
"I was far too small down there between my legs then, to take his cock inside my cunt. We tried it a few times, but he but he was just too big. He would press the tip of his swollen prick against my little pussy and I would jack him off and have him come all over my slit. We tried to have him shove his cock into my asshole a few times, and once, after we had greased his cock up real good and he had put a glob of grease on my asshole, we succeeded in getting about half his prick into my rear end. But that hurt very much, and Uncle Ray didn't want to injure me.
"We would enjoy sucking each other. Of course, I didn't have the orgasms I have now, but I did feel something in my pussy when he would lick me. I enjoyed everything he did to me… and the things I would do to him. Of course, once I was able to accept his cock into my runt, we started enjoying all kinds of sex acts together. I loved my Uncle Ray and enjoyed making him happy. I frankly admit I took great pleasure in mouthing and licking his big prick and taking his semen into my mouth and swallowing it. Not once in all those years did my aunt suspect what was going on under her very feet. Often we would such each other at the same time, and Uncle Ray took delight in licking and shoving his tongue up my asshole. I would wash his entire body with my tongue, which he truly enjoyed, even licking and sucking his hairy balls and asshole. One of our favorite ways was for him to kneel over my face and I would jack his big cock off, making his prick shoot out that thick stuff on my face.
"I was 19 when Uncle Ray died, and I left to get married a year later. That was twelve years ago now, and I have never experienced an orgasm since. It seems that when my uncle died, all my desire for sex vanished. I only got married for security…