That's what my father told me after he had fucked me. I was seventeen years old, tall and blonde, and already full grown, with a forty-inch bust and a sensuous figure. It was the sight of me that drove my father crazy, he said. He would fuck my mother and imagine he was balling me instead.
Until that one night-that heavenly night-when he came to my bed and let all his dreams explode in a massive eruption of come in my cunt.
And it was that incident-and the incidents that followed-that led me to become a psychiatrist who specialized in incest-sex been parents and their children and between other close relatives. After all, who was more suited than I? I understood everything these incestuous patients did, knew everything they thought because I had been through it all myself.
Besides, in spite of my professional ethics, what they told me also turned me on. I still come in my panties whenever I interview one of my patients. I sneak my hand under my desk and into my cunt and masturbate while they talk to me.
I can still feel my father's cock inside me as he pumps away at my virginal cunt, his huge hard-on swollen gigantically as my hips and ass lift up off the bed to meet his strong assault. I can still hear his voice as he tells me the filthy words that seemed to excite him even more. And I still have eruptions inside my cunt as I remember.
As an introduction to this series of case histories of my most unusual patients, I have prepared my own case history. Just as I interviewed my patients into a tape recorder, I also interviewed myself. As you see, I spare no one, not even myself or my own father.
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Name: Jane Leland
Sex and Age: Female-27
Occupation: Psychiatrist
QUESTION (By Dr. Leland): Why are you submitting to this interview?
ANSWER (By Dr. Leland): Because a physician must heal himself before he can heal others. So I am submitting myself to the same examinations I give my own patients.
Q: But I specialize in incest.
A: So do I, Doctor! So do I! And I love it!
Q: You love incest? You mean you love making love with a close relative?
A: Let's not mince words, Doctor. I love fucking my father and I love it when he fucks me. In fact, I suck his prick and he sucks my cunt.
Q: You're right. I insist on frank talk from my patients, and I talk the same way with them. Did it feel good when your father fucked and sucked you?
A: It felt great. I never got enough of it.
Q: How did it begin? Was it a mutual agreement?
A: Not at all, I'm sorry to say. I'd been working very hard at my studies in school. Even then I wanted to become a psychiatrist and I was anxious for a scholarship. So I was very tired at the end of each day, what with school and my homework, and always slept like a log.
I'd noticed, however, that my father and mother had a spat. As a result of it, he'd been sleeping in the guest room for over a week.
I didn't worry about the spat. They'd had a few of them ever since I was a kid and they got over them in two or three days. But this had gone on longer.
Q: What were you worried about?
A: Well, I knew my parents both loved to ball. In fact, I could hear them almost every night while they fucked and sucked each other. Doctor, they were something, like two animals in constant heat. I could hear them gasp and groan while they ground into each other.
"Oh, fuck me!" Mother would cry. "Drive it into me, Henry! Deeper! Deeper! Oh, it's so good!"
And Dad would respond by gasping, "I'm fucking you! Oh, but you're a great piece of tail, Molly! Fuck me too! Fuck me and come with me!"
Listening to them, I'd get so hot that I'd shove my middle finger into my cunt and rub hard, gasping and panting on my own. My father was a big, handsome buck and I used to imagine I was Mother and he was fucking me. I'd pretend my finger was his cock and he was driving it into me, sticking it into me, filling the walls of my young cunt up with that huge, beautiful prick of his.
Then, when I knew they were climaxing, when I could hear them crying out and hollering that they were coming, I'd come too, right along with them. I would almost faint with the excitement of it all.
In fact, I got so much kick out of jacking off while I imagined them fucking that I never went out with boys. It was enough for me just to imagine my beautiful father fucking me as he fucked my mother.
Q: You still haven't answered my question. What were you worried about?
A: About my father. Unless he was getting cunt someplace else, he hadn't fucked in over a week. So I was worried about him. I hated the idea that he wasn't doing any balling.
Q: So you had incestuous thoughts about him even then?
A: Of course. He was handsome and kind. My mother was a lucky woman to have him and to have his big cock ramming her night after night.
Q: So how did your relationship begin?
A: As I said, they'd been sleeping apart for over a week when Mother got a call from her sister. Aunt Lucy was sick and she wanted Mother to come stay with her for a few days.
Q: Did your parents make up before she left to go to your aunt?
A: They didn't even speak to each other. She left at night and I made breakfast for him the next morning. I wasn't wearing anything under my robe because it had been a hot night. As I moved around the kitchen he looked at me from the breakfast nook.
"You're getting to be a big girl, Jane," he said. I noticed his voice was hoarser than usual.
"I am a big girl, Daddy," I said as I laid his toast before him.
Without meaning to (or maybe I did mean to, I don't really know) I brushed against his side. At that same instant my robe fell apart and I was naked against him.
I tried to pull the robe together but he grabbed my hand and stopped me. "Don't do that," he whispered. "After all, you're my baby girl. I used to see you naked all the time when you were a baby."
His hands were on my thigh now, stroking it up and down. My robe had fallen apart so much my breasts were sticking out close to his face. I noticed that my nipples had become red and hard.
"But ... but I'm not a baby anymore!" I protested weakly. I was trembling all over and my heart was beating furiously.
"You're still my baby, Jane. And I can do anything I want to the baby I love." He held me close and my breasts were against his face now. I could feel his hot breath against my naked flesh.
"I can kiss my daughter, can't I?" he said as he placed his lips over my left breast nipple, taking it into his mouth and rubbing his tongue against it.
"Daddy! Don't! This is wrong! I'm grown up! You're my father!"
"The family that lays together stays together," he panted as he mouthed my nipple still harder. Now I felt his band steal down my stomach, raising goose pimples along the naked flesh. His other hand, I realized dizzily, was on my buttocks-no-on my ass. He was rubbing it, pinching it, pushing me closer to him.
"Daddy! What are you doing to me?" I protested. "Father knows best, daughter," he said. "Look at your tittie, Jane. Look down at it! See how excited you are!"
"What do you mean, Daddy?"
"Your nipple is hard and it's sticking out. That means you're excited and ready for love."
I looked down. Sure enough, my nipple stuck straight out as a result of what he did to it with his mouth and tongue. But I tried to push away from him. I grasped his shoulders and shoved. He was still sitting in the chair and I was standing in front of him. He was a very strong man and I couldn't get away ... Doctor! Now what are you doing? Why, you've got your panties off and you're playing with your cunt!
Q: I can't help it. Your story's got me as hot as a cat. Keep going. I want to come when your father comes.
A: Okay. Well, as I say, I couldn't get away. His hands were like iron on me. He held me tight so that my entire nude body was pressed against him. I wiggled to get away but I found my cunt was rubbing against him now.
"Please don't, Daddy!" I begged. "What if Mother knew?"
"Fuck Mother!" he cried. "She hasn't given me any cunt in a week. Frankly, I don't think she's visiting your aunt. I think she's got a lover someplace and she's getting cock from him! But don't worry about her. Think about me! I'm your father and I need to fuck you!"
I cried out as I suddenly felt his hand on my cunt. It burned right through the soft hairs. I tried to push it away but it wasn't any use.
"You mustn't touch me there, Daddy," I protested. "You'll hurt me."
"I'm going to do more than touch you there. And it'll only hurt for a little bit."
The next thing I knew his finger was insjde my cunt. It plunged in deep, right to the knuckle. I could tell because I looked down and saw it happening. Then it pulled out, just halfway, and dove in deep again, back and forth and back and forth.
"There!" Daddy cried. "How does it feel? Doesn't it excite you when your very own father finger-fucks you? Tell me how it feels."
"I hate it, Daddy!" I whispered. I wiggled and pushed and pulled back to try to get away from that digging, fucking finger, but he wouldn't let it go. In fact, he only smiled and breathed even deeper.
"Atta girl!" he panted. "That's my daughter! That's my baby girl! Fight me! Try to get away from me! You know what that makes your body do?"
"No, what?"
"It makes you act as if you were fucking back at my finger. Look down, daughter! See what you're doing to my finger! Watch your hips and your cunt fucking your Dad's finger!"
I looked down. Sure enough, my attempts to get away only made the finger plunge even deeper. I was swaying from side to side and pushing back and forth, and the finger was driving into my cunt even more wildly.
I suddenly felt very weak. Strange things were happening to my cunt. Waves of tingles charged through it and it felt like one great burning hole.
To keep from collapsing with weakness, I grabbed Daddy's head. All of me was against him now, every inch of my seething flesh pushed against him. His mouth rushed trom nipple to nipple as we pumped harder against each other. I felt my entire body was burning, my cunt, my breasts, my ass-everything.
"Daddy!" I gasped weakly. "Don't! Stop! This isn't right!"
He looked up at me. "Does it feel good?" he asked. I could only nod my head. I couldn't lie to my Daddy. It felt more than good, it felt terrific. The idea of my own father doing this to me-fucking me with his strong finger, kissing my breasts-of course it felt wonderful.
"If it feels good, how could it be wrong?" he asked. "Besides, who could do this to you better than your own father?"
"But it's sinful!"
"Shut up. Look at this." He got up and pointed to his crotch. I saw a terrible swelling there. "Do you know what this is, daughter? It's your father's cock and you've given it a tremendous erection."
I stared at the swelling, unable to take my eyes away. "Me?" I asked weakly. "I didn't do anything, Daddy."
"Oh, yeah? What do you think this is, a rolled-up sock? Look again, baby!" He unzipped his fly. "Reach in and take out what you find there."
I hesitated even though I was fascinated by the thought of what that swelling was. He reached out and took my hand and brought it to his fly.
"It's a cock, baby," he said. "It's your father's big hard swollen cock. And it's ready for you. Take it out!"
I was like a zombie with no will of my own. I worked my fingers into his open fly and there it was-a hard, hot length of swollen muscle. I had a hard job working it free because it was so big, so he opened his belt and freed his pants.
Out it came-ten inches of cock and thick as my wrist!
"Daddy! It's enormous."
"The better to fuck you, my dear." he smiled.
"Fuck me? But you can't fuck me. I'm your daughter."
My hand was still on his cock. I couldn't seem to let go of the hot thing. It had a life of its own as it throbbed in my hand.
"Why can't I fuck you? I've got a cock and you've got a cunt. What difference does it make who we are? Besides-" and he palmed my breasts-"look at what you're doing to me. You're hand-fucking my cock!"
I looked down. Without meaning to do it, I was rubbing his peter back and forth, back and forth. I saw the large round head come out from my palm and it seemed bigger with each stroke. Not only that, I saw that my hand was moving faster and faster.
"I don't know how you feel, baby," said Daddy, "but your hand and my prick are getting along just fine."
Reluctantly, I drew my hand away and stood there shivering.
"I see you need more convincing," he said. And the next instant he was on his knees before me. I couldn't move, entranced by the sight of my father kneeling before me. His trousers had fallen to the floor and his cock and balls were completely exposed.
Now he grabbed my hips and pulled me toward him.
"Here's the great convincer-my tongue," he said. "Don't worry about a thing, sweetheart. I'll do it all, me and my tongue."
I gasped and choked as I felt his hot mouth on the outer lips of my cunt. I almost collapsed but he held me up with his strong arms, crushing me against himself, crushing my cunt against his mouth.
I grabbed his head to keep my balance and felt it moving back and forth and in and around. I looked down. There was my father's head-my own father-between my upper thighs, buried into my most private part, my crotch!
"Please, Daddy!" I pleaded. "Don't!"
But he was like a madman now as his head worked even more furiously. I could feel his hot breath on my cunt and I got even weaker. Then I almost really fainted when I felt something hard and even hotter slip into my cunt.
"Daddy!" I gasped. "Don't put your tongue in there!"
But he didn't listen. Instead, his tongue was like a little strong prick working its way into my heated box. It plunged, it licked, it tickled, it sizzled. I began to sway again as I tried to push my cunt away from his demanding mouth and tongue. But it was as before; I was only helping the action with my movements.
His hands grasped my ass, pushing and pulling me on his mouth. My cunt was burning now. I had to spread my legs apart to keep from being hurt by the sides of his head. This only made his tongue go in still deeper. It was like a little piston, ramming into me, titillating me in spite of myself.
I realized now that I was pulling his head against my cunt, trying to force his tongue even further. With a sense of horror I wondered what was happening to me.
I was letting my own father tongue-fuck me! I know now that it's called cunnilingus but at the time all I could think of was the phrase 'tongue-fuck!' Suddenly there was a great roar of flame in my cunt as his tongue worked into it. I felt a series of explosions, each one greater than the one before it.
Now I know that I was coming onto his tongue! I was having one climax after another. But at the time I thought I was dying. My head spun around, my hands clutched his hair, and I fell to the hard kitchen floor in a faint ... with his tongue still fucking me!
When I came to out of the dazed darkness, I was flat on my back and I was naked. My father was kneeling over me, his legs between my outstretched ones. He was stroking his enormous cock as he stared hungrily down on me.
"Father! What happened? I fainted!"
"Sure you did ... with sexual bliss, daughter. You came."
"I did? Oh, that was an awful thing to happen!" I sobbed.
"If you think that was awful, wait!"
I closed my eyes as he lowered himself upon me. He was between my legs and I felt the heat of his groin upon mine. Then I felt his weight pressing down upon me, his body hot and strong.
"Daddy!" I cried. "What are you doing now?"
"I'm going to fuck you, daughter! I'm going to stick my prick into you-like this!"
I screamed as the great flaming rod entered my tingling cunt. It surged inside me, filling me up. I felt it push into me, burning the walls of my vagina, plunging in until it could go no further.
"Oh, Daddy!" I cried.
He was breathing heavily. His arms were around me, his mouth was on my breast, kissing it, sucking it. Then he began. He plunged into me with a powerful beat again and again.
I was dizzy, my head spinning, every part of my body and all my senses afire with what he was doing to me.
"There!" he cried. "There! There! There! I'm fucking you, Jane! My cock is in your cunt and I'm fucking you!"
My body was doing strange things, things I didn't want it to do. My legs wrapped around his back as I opened wide to him to try to relieve the strain. My hips ground away from him and from side to side to try to avoid his powerful thrusts.
This only seemed to excite him more. "That's it, baby girl! Fuck me too! Let me have it all, just as I'm giving it all to you!"
"Daddy! I'm not fucking you!"
"Yes you are, honey! You're humping right along with me! There! How do you like that? Tell me! Tell me how you like it!"
I heard a voice, a girl's voice crying, "I like it! I love it!" And I realized it was my own voice. I was lost in the turbulence of the charging of body into mine. I melted as his prick assaulted me. My cunt wrapped around it and seemed to grasp it as it slid in and out.
"Fuck me, daughter!" he cried. "Fuck your loving father. Come with me! Come all over my cock!"
I screamed as an explosion built inside me. I was all nerves, all tingling sensation that seemed to center on my cunt as his cock screwed it without mercy.
"I'm coming, Father!" I cried. "Oh, I'm coming!"
"So am I, baby!" he groaned. "Here! Here! Here! Take it! Take it!"
His cock exploded inside me. I felt hot lava gushing into me as the pulsations rocked me. I rose to meet his charge, heaving my ass high above the floor. I exploded over and over again as he poured his love juice into me.
We melted into each other and then we lay still at last, both breathing heavily, arms, legs and body locked together.
Then, after it was over, he held me close and kissed me. "That's the best fuck I ever had, baby," he whispered. "And I hope it's the best one you'll ever have. I know you feel badly about this now but I guarantee you'll want it again."
And do you know what, Doctor? He was right. The next day I was the one who assaulted him. I was the aggressor. I was the one who jumped into his bed the next night, stark naked, to wrap my arms and legs around him, to take his cock in my mouth and make it hard and then I said to him, "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck your fucking daughter!"
Why, Doctor, what are you doing?
Q: Oh! Oh! I'm coming! I've jacked myself off and now I'm coming too ... just as you came with your father!
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Now that I've confessed myself to the tape, now that I've shown how close I am in spirit and body to my patients, let us go on with my case histories of men and women, boys and girls who fuck their own close relatives.
CASE HISTORY NUMBER ONE
Name: Ginnie Ryan
Sex and Age: Female-15.
Occupation: Student
Dr. Leland's Introduction:
Ginnie Ryan was sent to me by the student counsellor of her high school in North Hollywood, California. Ginnie had been a troubled student during the past three months. She was unable to concentrate on her studies, gazed out the window, sighed a great deal and kept to herself.
All she seemed interested in was assisting her Home Ec teacher, Miss Adele Connors. She wanted to help grade the work, clean up the school room, etc. Ginnie was a very pretty, though demure, girl. She was tall for her age, with long blond hair and blue eyes that stayed aimed at the floor all the while she talked into my tape recorder.
The following is the result of only one session with her.
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Q: Ginnie, do you know why you were sent to me? A: Because I'm a bad student, f guess. I don't know. Q: What's uppermost in your mind right now, Ginnie? A: Miss Connors.
Q: Your teacher? Why do you think of her?
A: I want to fuck her. I want to suck her cunt and I want her to suck my cunt. You're a doctor so I can tell you all this. I've got to tell somebody before I go crazy!
Q: You can tell me anything you want, Ginnie. Get it all off your chest. I'm sure it'll make you feel better.
A: Nothing can make me feel better than going to bed with Adele Connors! God, she's beautiful! She's got such great tits and such a lovely ass! But I want to tell you all about it.
Q: Have you been to bed with her?
A: You mean, have I fucked her? No. Not yet. But I dream about her every night. I fantasize her when I jack off; when I stick my finger in my cunt I imagine it's her tongue in there sucking me, going down on me!
Q: Do you fantasize about her any other time?
A: What do you mean?
Q: When you're having sex with someone else, do you imagine it's Miss Connors doing it to you?
A: How do you know I have sex with someone else? Q: You tell me. Do you?
A: Well, yes. But I don't want to talk about her-about that.
Q: Is it another woman, then?
A: I don't want to talk about her, I said. I'm so ashamed. But then, you are a doctor, aren't you? I can tell you about her and you won't tell anyone.
Q: Go ahead, Ginnie. Just tell me about it in your own words.
A: All right. You're the doctor and you know what's best. It started, of course, in school. There's a girl there, Carrie, who got a bunch of us girls together late one afternoon, and said she had something to show us at her house. Her folks were away and she was alone, so we went out of curiosity.
There were six of us altogether and we went up to her bedroom and she locked the door. Then she took something out of the bottom of her drawer. It was a vibrator with a battery in it. It was the same length, she said, as a man's cock.
She showed us how she used it on herself. She stripped naked and lay on the bed and we all gathered around her. She took it, turned it on and it had a funny hum. She let us all feel it. It had a steady vibration to it.
Then she said, "Watch." She spread her legs out and we could all see her cunt. She put the tip of the vibrator into the opening and she began to wiggle and moan as she shoved it in and out of herself.
"Oh!" she cried. "Oh, that feels so fucking good!"
She worked the vibrator in and out, faster and faster. We got closer to see it go in and out of her cunt. Her hand was a blur and she bounced up and down to meet it.
I began to feel a little funny. I couldn't help it but I reached down and touched my own cunt. There was a strange tickle in it and I tried to soothe it.
The other girls were doing the same thing. In fact, they dropped their skirts and slacks and played with themselves as they stared at Carrie fucking herself with the vibrator.
Finally, Carrie heaved herself all the way up to meet the vibrator as she plunged it inside as far as it could go.
"I'm coming!" she screamed. "Oh, I'm coming! Somebody kiss me! Quick!"
One of the girls jumped on top of her and drove her tongue into Carrie's mouth. Carrie jerked with spasms and the vibrator was now deep inside her.
"Fuck me!" Carrie screamed. "Fuck me, girls!"
We got carried away at that moment. We all jumped on top of her without really knowing what were doing. We wrapped our legs around each other and made fucking motions together.
My finger was still inside my cunt and I moved it in and out as I heaved against Carrie and the other girls.
Everything was a blur. The next thing I knew was that I felt something big and hard inside my cunt. It was tingling like crazy and my whole insides churned away. I opened my eyes.
Carrie was kneeling over me and she was driving the vibrator inside me.
"I always wanted to fuck you Ginnie!" she cried. "How do you like it?"
"I don't like it!" I replied. "It hurts!"
"You don't like cock?" she asked as she pumped away. "That's only because it's new. You'll get used to it in a little bit."
"Take it out!"
And I meant it. I didn't like that feeling inside me. I jerked and moved away and the vibrator came out.
"It's too big and hard," I moaned. "I want something small and soft."
"How about this?" Carrie asked.
Her head dived down between my legs. I felt her mouth on my cunt kissing me. The other girls were looking on and when they saw what she did, they did the same thing to each other. They were doing 69 to each other all over the bed.
But I wasn't interested in them. I was only interested in what Carrie was doing to me.
Something was inside my cunt-something small and soft, just as I had ordered it. It was her tongue. It moved inside like a small snake with a life of its own and it was fucking me.
"Oh!" I cried in sheer delight. "Do it, Carrie! Do it to me! Please! Oh, Please!"
I squirmed and shoved my cunt at her. She hung onto my ass, pulling me toward her mouth even harder. I wrapped my legs around her thrusting head so that I could grab it as tight as possible.
A strange, wonderful excitement was building up in me. All my nerves were on edge. Everything was on fire, everything was melting.
"Mother!" I screamed. Oh, Mother!"
I don't know why I called out my mother's name at that moment. But suddenly I imagined it was my mother who was going down on me, my mother whose lips and tongue were fucking my cunt, my mother whose hands grabbed my ass.
I closed my eyes as the excitement inside me grew still greater. I grabbed Carrie's head, clutching her hair as she worked her tongue deeper and deeper and all around.
And then-everything went crazy. My cunt exploded into Carrie's mouth, again and again. I saw a million stars as I poured out my lust against her rapidly working tongue.
And then I collapsed.
Q: Is Carrie the "she" you mentioned?
A: Oh, no. She was just an ordinary little cuntsucker. She was only the cunt who broke me in, who made me realize that men's cocks were not for me and that I got sexual pleasure only out of a woman's tongue in my cunt.
Q: You called out your mother's name while Carrie was blowing you. Have you had incest with your mother?
A: She's the one, all right. Mother is very young, only twice my age, thirty, in fact. She is also very beautiful and has been divorced from my father since before I was born. Ever since I can remember I've adored the way she looks, her body, her breasts, her long legs. And ever since I can remember she's had boy friends. Boy friends, hell. Lovers! Q: Are you in love with your mother, Ginnie? A: How can I help it? She's beautiful. And she's horny! Q: What do you mean?
A: I used to sneak out of my room at night to watch her fucking with her boyfriends. I saw her in all sorts of positions, being screwed in the cunt, in her ass, between her big tits. I even saw her suck her lovers' cocks and watch them come in her lovely mouth.
Q: What were your thoughts when you saw all that?
A: I used to imagine that I was the man doing it to her. I wanted tp fuck her, lick her cunt, have her suck my cunt ... everything! As I watched her, I used to masturbate myself until I'd come at the same time the man did.
Q: From what you say, it must have come to a head.
A: It sure did! I was watching her one night when she was trying to ball Frank, her newest guy. He couldn't get a hard-on, although she tried every trick she knew. She took his limp cock in her mouth and sucked on it. She stuck her tongue in his ass, she licked every part of his big body. But nothing happened. The jerk just couldn't get it up.
Me, if I was a man and my mother was doing all that to me, I'd have it up all right! I was jerking myself off like crazy and was ready to come any minute when I heard her say, "What's the matter with you, Frank?"
"I don't know," he said. "The truth is, I've been thinking of that daughter of yours. She looks ready to be fucked."
"You want to fuck Ginnie?" Mother asked. "No. I want to see you and her ball each other. That's the only thing that'll turn me on."
"I don't know," said Mother.
"Well, I know!" I cried, and rushed into the room. My finger was still in my cunt, jerking away like mad. The two of them looked at me in astonishment.
"Baby!" Mother cried. "Have you heard everything we've been saying?"
"I'm not a baby anymore and not only have I heard everything, I've seen everything!" I stripped off my pajamas. "Well, Mother, what are we waiting for? Don't you want your boyfriend to get a hard-on?"
I jumped on her, onto that lovely body, and dug my head between her thighs. She gasped and grabbed my head, shoving it down still harder. I felt that delicious, sweet, soft cunt on my lips. I kissed it and then I worked my tongue into the soft crack.
"Oh, Ginnie!" Mother cried. "Do it to me, daughter! Suck your mother's cunt!"
I sucked, all right. I fucked her with my tongue. She was lying flat on her back and I brought my own lower body around so that my cunt was now over her face.
I felt her hands reach up and grab the cheeks of my ass and pull it down. Another second and her tongue was deep in my cunt, licking it, sucking it, working in and out and around. I humped down on her mouth, up and down, fucking it like her tongue was a little stiff cock.
"Jesus!" I heard Frank cry. "Feel this, Ginnie!"
As I was still sucking and being sucked, he grabbed my hand and put it on his cock. It was stiff as a ramrod and very big. I ran my hand up and down the big thing. But I didn't stop one movement of my tongue in Mother's sweet cunt.
Suddenly Frank pulled away from me. Then I felt him get on top of me. I felt his hard cock against my ass. He pushed it between my cheeks. My tongue was still fucking Mother's cunt and she was doing wonders to my insides.
Now I felt the tip of his prick prodding against my hole. I knew his cock was right over Mother's face as he pushed and pushed. I felt myself come apart in my ass and then his big hard-on slid into me.
We didn't break the beat once. He fucked my ass, his cock working right over Mother's face as she sucked me and I kept right on doing the same thing to her. We all three pushed and fucked and sucked, all in one big beat, again and again, three bodies, all fucking each other, me, my mother and her lover. Except that right now he was my lover and he was fucking me in the ass right over my mother's sucking mouth as she tongue-fucked my cunt.
My tongue was burning, so was my cunt and so was my ass. I was on fire all over as I bobbed my head up and down and my ass and cunt up and down. I felt Frank's cock swell inside my ass as it drove in and out of me, plunging in right up to his balls and then withdrawing almost to the tip before it drove in again.
His cock was like a stiff hot rod, hot as flame as it fucked me. It got larger and larger with each rapid stroke and suddenly he grabbed my hips, plunged it in deeper still, held it there, and hot streams of fire shot into me.
At the very same moment Mother quivered and her legs wrapped around me and she was coming, coming, coming all over my tongue and into my mouth. That was when I wanted to scream and I would if I could because everything exploded inside me and the bolts of lightning exploded in my cunt, in my ass and in my mouth all at the same time.
Doctor, why are you staring at me like that?
Q: Your story ... it's got me turned on.
A: You mean you want to fuck me?
Q: Yes. If I don't, I'll come right in my pants.
A: What are we waiting for? I'd like to fuck you because you're beautiful, just like my mother.
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Needless to say, that was not the end of the session. But it was the end of the interview. I fucked Ginnie until it was time for my next patient. We have fucked many times since and I'm beginning to draw her away from the idea that her mother is her only love.
CASE HISTORY NUMBER TWO
Name: Harold Baker
Sex and Age: Male-45
Occupation: Salesman.
Dr. Leland's Introduction:
Mr. Baker came to see me because he wondered if anything he had done as a father had caused his daughter, Marcia, age twenty, to become a prostitute. It took quite a few interviews to get to the heart of the matter. At first he told me he had been a loyal and good father to Marcia. His wife had died two years ago, he said, and he had tried to make up to Marcia for the loss.
He thought everything was going well at first. Marcia said she had a job as a receptionist in a law firm and worked long hours, sometimes into the night. She lived alone in her own apartment but they had dinner together once in a while.
But then one of his friends had told him that Marcia had picked him up at a cocktail lounge and solicited him. She offered to blow him, fuck him, do anything, for a price.
The friend, a man of Baker's age and appearance, had recognized her and turned her down. But he felt he should make Baker aware of what his daughter was doing.
Shocked, he confronted his daughter with the charge. She admitted she was a whore and that she had been looking for sexual satisfaction for a long time and had been unable to find it. That was why she had turned to being a hooker.
QUESTION: Did she tell you that right away?
ANSWER: Yes. She made no bones about it, either. She was direct and honest, almost defiant. The strangest part of the whole thing was that at that moment, she looked beautiful as hell. Marcia is of average height, but like her mother, she has a body that won't quit. She's voluptuous and" exhales sex with every breath. She's got red hair and green eyes, great breasts and wonderful legs.
Q: You talk about her as if you're sexually interested.
A: I wasn't ... not until that minute, anyway. We were alone in her apartment. It's a small place and her bed is a waterbed-couch arrangement right in the so-called living room. Looking at it, I wondered how many men she had fucked on that bed. And, looking at her, I didn't blame them.
Q: Were you aroused, Mr. Baker?
A: Listen, Doctor, I hadn't been to bed with a woman since my wife died. That was two years ago. Now here I was, along with a very beautiful, sexy whore. Of course I was aroused. My cock was as hard as a rock. What difference did it make that she was my own daughter. I was a prick and she was a cunt. Aroused? I was on fire!
Q: What was your daughter's attitude?
A: Her attitude? Well, she was sitting on the waterbed, facing me, and I was on a big easy chair. She wore a mod jump suit, the kind with a long zipper down the front. It was open just to her cleavage and I could see the swollen rise of her breasts. I'd told her what I knew and she told me that she was a nymphomaniac, that she couldn't get enough men to satisfy her sexual needs.
"And do you know why that is, Daddy?" she asked. "It's because I've been looking for one man. And that man is you!"
"Me?" I cried. "What are you talking about?"
"Once, when I was fifteen, you took me on your lap to talk to me about school. You'd taken me on your lap quite often before that. But this time it was different. This time I felt something when I sat on you. There was something hard down there, something stiff and strong. I pushed down out of curiosity. I thought maybe you had something in your pocket, a gift for me or something. That's when you grabbed me harder. And you started rubbing against me. You were breathing funny, too. Then you moved still faster and all of a sudden you made a funny noise in your throat and I felt that hard thing vibrate and pulsate against my bottom.
"I didn't know what it was then but I learned since, Daddy. Daddy, you were dry-humping me, weren't you? You were doing it to your own little girl, your own daughter."
"I didn't think you knew," I whispered hoarsely. "I'm sorry."
"I'm not sorry. And do you know why, Daddy? Because I came too, right against your beautiful cock. And I've been looking for that cock ever since."
Doctor, I could barely breathe. My heart was stuck in my throat. Imagine my own daughter talking to me like that!
Q: I can imagine. What happened then?
A: As I said, I couldn't speak. Do you know what my daughter did then? She reached inside her jump suit and began to caress her breast. She stared at me, her tongue licked her lips, and I could see her hand moving slowly, arousing herself.
"Do you like what I'm doing, Daddy?" she whispered. "I bet you want to do it to me, don't you?" Then she unzipped the jump suit until I could see her entire front. Both breasts popped out, big and luscious as two gorgeous grapefruit. And her belly was as smooth as alabaster. Down went the zipper, down, down until I saw her cunt with its lovely mound of red hair. I couldn't believe it! I was staring at my own daughter's tits and cunt! She was still playing with her breast. Now she cupped one in one hand, lowered her head and took her own nipple in her mouth.
Her eyes were fastened on me as she licked it, nibbled it, sucked it.
"Why, Daddy!" she exclaimed suddenly. "I do believe you have a hard-on! Is that your cock trying to burst out of your pants?"
She got up from the bed. Her suit fell to the floor in a bundle at her feet and she stepped out of it. There she was, a magnificent hunk of naked, voluptuous womanhood, my own daughter, breasts, tits, ass all exposed to my staring eyes, and she was walking toward me as I sat there.
She knelt before me and separated my knees. I could smell the wanton sexiness of her, the vibrant lust that poured out of her. She rested her burning hands on my thighs.
"I've always wanted to do this, Daddy," she said. "I've dreamed of it while I was fucking other men, imagining it was you, my own father, who was going down on me, who was shoving his big cock into me, who was ramming it in and out until I came and came and came!"
Her hot hands were on my fly, reaching for the zipper clasp. My cock was harder than it had ever been. It was burning with lust, with evil thoughts of incest, of what my daughter was doing.
"But you're too shy, aren't you, Daddy?" she whispered as she undid the zipper. "You're too scared to tell me you'd like to fuck me aren't you? So leave it to me, darling. I'll do it all."
The fly was open. She reached inside and I felt her soft hand on my hard prick. Her fingers ran over it eagerly.
"Oh, my! How big it is, Daddy! Is this lovely cock hard just on account of me? Do I still make you hot the way I did when you took me on your lap and dry-humped me and came against my ass? I've got to look at it! Let me take it out!"
She took it out and the cool air hit my cock's heat. Her fingers worked it up and down.
"It's so beautiful, Daddy. Do you mind if I kiss it? Does my father mind if I kiss his beautiful prick? My mouth's hungry for it!"
I was out of control. The idea of my own daughter on her knees and kissing my prick was too much. Her hot lips were on it and she kissed the shaft, then the head. I went wild. Every part of me was on fire. I reached down and grabbed her head, shoving it downward.
"Suck me!" I cried. "Suck my cock!"
"Oh, Daddy," she purred. "What a terrible thing to ask me to do! Why, I'm your daughter! It'd be a sin! It'd be incest if I did ... THIS!"
And she opened her mouth and took my entire cock into it. I gasped and choked as I felt the heat of the inside of her mouth, the sensation of her tongue playing along the side and top of the head.
"Suck me, Marcia!" I cried. "Suck your father's cock!"
She drew back her head and then lowered it again until the roots of my cock were squashed against her mouth. I felt the unbearable sensation of being mouth-fucked, of the sucking, drawing motion of her mouth on my cock.
Now she moved up and down, faster and faster as my cock fucked her mouth. She moaned and groaned hungrily as she twisted her head avidly from side to side and up and down.
I reached down and under her for tits. They seemed to reach for me too as I found them. They were heavy and hot and the nipples were as erect as my cock. I did this with one hand, the other was on her head, working it up and down as she sucked.
"Oh, do it, baby!" I cried. "You're the best cocksucker I've ever had, you beautiful slut of a daughter!"
She was like a furious vampire. Her body squirmed and her groin fucked empty air. Her hands clutched my hips and then squeezed down under me and grasped the cheeks of my ass to bring me still harder into her mouth.
I arched my body upward to meet the thrusts of her sucking but she still held tightly to me, digging her nails into my ass.
Suddenly she tore herself away, my cock popping out of her red mouth. She hurled herself onto the bed on her back, her arms and legs wide apart.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck me, Daddy! Shove that beautiful big hard-on into my cunt and fuck the living hell out of me!"
I didn't need any orders from her. My only commander now was my cock. I didn't care if the whole world burst into the room to see father and daughter screwing each other.
I jumped on top of her. Her breasts were waiting for my mouth, her cunt was waiting for my kiss. She grabbed my cock and shoved it into herself.
"Oh, bang me, Daddy!" she cried. "Let me feel all of that cock ramming me! Suck my tits, too, Daddy! Bite them! Mangle them! Oh, God, I'm going crazy!"
And so was I! My cock slid into her cunt and I felt her insides close around it and grasp it like the inner finger of a glove. She pulled back and then humped herself up to me. I drove down onto and into her, feeling my prick and my balls burst into flame.
One of her hands was on my ass, digging her nails into my cheeks. But the other cupped a breast and shoved it into my mouth! I took it and felt the hard nipple and the soft flesh around it. It was alive, as alive as the rest of her body which writhed and thrashed under me. Her legs wrapped around me and her heels dug into me like spurs, urging me on beyond human endurance.
"Oh, it's so big, Daddy!" she cried. "Oh, it hurts so much! Oh, it hurts so good! My Daddy's fucking me! My Daddy's got his big cock in his daughter's little cunt and he's balling her, humping her, screwing her, fucking her! And she loves it! God, how she loves it! More, Daddy! More, more! Fuck me! Oh, fuck me!"
She opened her mouth wide and cried, "Kiss me, Daddy! I'm coming! I'm coming all over your cock!"
I sank my mouth onto hers. Her tongue was shoved into my mouth, working itself all around it as she gasped. I felt the pulsating bursts inside her cunt and she was telling the truth. She was having climax after climax as I still kept ramming into her.
She lifted her ass, arching her back to meet the onslaught of my cock inside her. She choked and gasped breathlessly with passion and lust as she came again and again.
Then she was done. But her body was far from finished. She worked her groin against me faster now telling me, "Oh, come, Daddy! Come inside me! Give your daughter a big flood of your beautiful come! Fill my cunt up with it! Fill me up with it till I can feel your cock explode in my mouth! Come, Daddy! COME! COME INSIDE ME!"
If I thought I was going crazy before, I was beyond all reason now. Everything was sensation as I drove into her, as she arched up to meet my charge. I felt a rush of nerves right down to my groin and then everything exploded.
My cock was a rocket shooting to the moon. My come poured out of me and into her in gigantic upheavals that I thought would never end. Again and again! More and more! Over and over! The whole world was a huge torrent of come pouring into my daughter's cunt.
"You're coming!" Marcia cried. "I can feel it! It's exploding all over my insides! My father's cock is coming inside my cunt at last! Oh, it's so much! Oh, it's so wonderful!"
And we both fell back, hearts beating furiously, breaths gasping, choking, heaving, our bodies twitching. We lay side by side, our bodies covered with sweat, tingling over what had taken place, a sensation heightened by the fact that we, father and daughter, had fucked!
"You're better than all of them, Daddy," she breathed at last. "You're the best fuck in the whole world! Am I the best lay you've ever had?"
"Yes, next to your mother, Marcia. To tell the truth, she was one great piece of ass. But next to her, you are the best."
"That's good enough for me," she whispered.
Then she got up on one elbow, took my limp cock in her mouth and sucked it into a full state of erection again. After that we fucked and sucked all day and night. After all, we had a lot of making up to do.
Q: But why are you here, Mr. Baker? You seem perfectly satisfied over what has happened between your daughter Marcia and you.
A: But isn't incest a crime?
Q: Of course, if the police find out about it. Are you going to tell them?
A: Of course not. But I feel guilty over fucking my own daughter even though she's the best fuck in the world and she also wants me to screw her all the time. Shouldn't I be cured of these incestuous desires?
Q: I'm a psychiatrist, not a police officer. What you and your daughter do is up to you two. Did it do you good to talk to me?
A: Oh, yes. But talking about me and my daughter turned me on.
Q: I can see that. You have an erection, Mr. Baker. Let me take a look at it, please. Purely professional, you understand.
A: Of course. Boy, it is big and hard, isn't it? And it's getting more so with you stroking it like that.
Q: Maybe I should put it in my mouth, Mr. Baker. That might help reduce it in stiffness and size.
A: You're the doctor. Do whatever you want....Oh! Hey, you're good! You're as good as Marcia! Oh, your mouth, your tongue! The way you move your head back and forth, doctor! Your treatment is beautiful! It's doing it! It's doing it! It's about to be cured! It's about to . .! Oh, doctor! Oh ... oh ... oh.....
CASE HISTORY NUMBER THREE
Name: Jerry Moore
Sex and Age: Male-16
Occupation: Student
Dr. Leland's Introduction.
Jerry Moore, a student of 16, was brought to me by the juvenile authorities. He was a handsome boy with good grades at school and the law did not want to send him to correctional prison and spoil his future. But he had been caught in the ladies' dressing room of a large department store, peeking at older women as they tried on clothes, and masturbating as he stared at them.
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QUESTION: Are the charges true, Jerry? Did you peek at women and masturbate while you were doing it?
ANSWER: It's true, Dr. Leland. I couldn't help myself.
Q: Can you tell me why you couldn't help yourself?
A: I haven't got any will power at all when it comes to that sort of thing. Older women get me all hot and bothered and I have to do something about it. Hell, watching and jerking off is better than rape, isn't it?
Q: But why older women, women old enough to be your mother? It seems that a young boy like you would be attracted to girls your own age.
A: Those pipsqueaks? Hell, what do they know about fucking? All they do is try to play with your cock and let you feel their teeny-weeny titties. I like women who know what it's all about, women who know how to really bang a guy, women with big tits and big asses. Like my mom.
Q: Like your mom?
A: Sure. Ladies like my mom really get me hot as hell. Boy, they've been through it, they've already fucked a lot. They can teach a kid like me everything there is to know about fucking and sucking and everything.
Q: Does your mother know about such things, Jerry?-A: What things, Dr. Leland?
Q: Fucking and sucking and everything.
A: Boy, I never heard a woman, a stranger, that is, use words like that. Does she know about them? You bet she does. Where do you think I learned about them?
Q: From your mother?
A: You bet.
Q: You mean that she talked to you about sex and educated you?
A: Did she educate me? And how she educated me!
Q: She must have been a good teacher. What did she say to you, Jerry?
A: "Fuck me! Suck me!" That's what she said to me.
Q: You mean she-? Maybe you'd better tell me what happened from the very beginning, Jerry.
A: Sure. Then you'll understand why I have to sneak in and see women naked so I can take my cock out and jerk off until I come all over the place. Man, does it turn me on to see all that great cunt, those big boobs, those glorious asses. But you want to hear how it started, don't you? Here goes, Dr. Leland.
My mom is divorced from my dad, see? She got custody of me because it turned out that Dad's a big cocksman, great with other broads but he wouldn't give a piece to my mom. I found out all about that later, after my mom told me everything.
Anyway, my mom dated some guys, see? She used to go out and not come home till all hours. That didn't happen all the time, only on Saturday nights because she worked hard as a waitress the rest of the week.
Well, one Saturday night I was sound asleep in my room when I felt something on my chest. At first I thought it was a dream. It felt good because it was a soft hand rubbing me. Then I smelt perfume and whiskey. It was my mother's perfume and the whiskey smell must have been coming from her.
I opened my eyes just a little bit. She was standing beside the bed, leaning over me, her hand under the sheet as she rubbed me. I felt funny about what was happening so I closed my eyes and made believe I was asleep.
I heard her whispering, "Oh, Jerry, my son, my beautiful son! You've grown up to be such a man! You look so beautiful, so innocent while you're asleep! I've got to see the rest of your body, even though you're so sound asleep you don't know what's happening. But I've got to look at you! I've got to see if your cock is as big and beautiful as the rest of you!"
I kept on breathing evenly, afraid of everything. It seemed so funny to realize that my own mom was saying this to me and doing this to me.
The next thing I knew, the bed sheets were lifted from me. I felt the cool rush of air on my heated body.
"Oh, look at it!" Mom gasped. "Look at that innocent cock! Oh, how limp it is!"
Then her hand was on my cock and she was rubbing it gently, talking to it, cooing to it. I shut my eyes still tighter. I knew what was going to happen. The damned thing would get hard soon and it would give me away. I concentrated on keeping it small so she wouldn't know I was awake.
But now I felt her breath right on top of my prick as she rubbed it still harder and talked to it.
"Does my son's prick mind if I kiss it just a little bit? After all, who has a better right to kiss it than his own mother! I used to kiss it many times when he was just a baby. Why, I used to take it in my mouth, too, when my baby couldn't go to sleep and it'd made him feel good. I wonder if it'd make him feel good now?"
I gritted my teeth as I felt her mouth on my cock. It felt great! It felt wonderful! She kissed it and tongued it.
Damn it, it started to get hard as I felt the heat of her kisses on my cock. "Oh, look at it!" she purred. "Look at it getting big and stiff! Oh, I'll have to take it in my mouth and suck it to cool it off!"
I almost leaped out of bed as she took the whole thing in her mouth! The sensations shot out all over my hard-on as I felt the softness of her mouth around it. She sucked on it, taking the whole cock in her mouth. The tingling was something terrific.
I still tried to make believe I was asleep, I was so ashamed of what was happening. My own mom was sucking my cock. Her head bobbed up and down, sending big and little electric sparks all over it and all over me. It felt so warm, so exciting, so good, so fucking!
I tried to hold still. I wanted to raise my cock and push it still further into my mom's mouth. But I didn't dare move. What if she knew I was awake? The shame would kill me.
Then she stopped suddenly. I felt her mouth draw away from my cock and I knew the damn thing was standing straight up in the air, disgracing me.
"Ooooh!" Mom whispered. "Look at it! It's so big and so hard! Putting it in my mouth only made it worse. I think I may have to put it someplace else to calm that cock down!"
I opened my eyes a little bit. I could barely see her. She took off her clothes as fast as possible. Little by little I saw the nakedness of my mom's body as it came into view.
First the tits, big and round and white, with the big nipples standing out like crazy. Then the belly, white and firm, then she slipped off and out of her skirt and I saw my mom's cunt! God, it was beautiful, the soft V of the hair between her legs! She turned around and I saw her ass. It was like the rest of her, big and round and dimpled!
I shut my eyes as she came toward the bed again, was naked and I was naked. I didn't know what was going to happen next except that I didn't want her to know I was awake. Maybe she'd be ashamed if she knew I wasn't asleep.
Anyway, I felt her get onto the bed as her weight pushed down on the mattress. Then I felt the soft touch of her flesh across my legs, then my stomach. I realized she was kneeling across me because I could feel a leg on either side of me.
"Oh, I've got to put that big cock, that big hard-on inside of Mom's cunt!" she gasped. I felt her hand on my cock and then I felt her lower herself on it. Without letting go, Mom rubbed the tip of my cock against the opening of her cunt. "It's so eager to get inside Mom!" she whispered. "It wants to get inside and fuck me, the big, hard thing! Oh, I can't stop it! My son't prick has a life of its own! It wants to fuck his mother!"
I gasped now. I couldn't help it. She lowered herself and I felt the tip of my cock steal slowly into the opening of her cunt. Then she lowered herself a little more and more of my cock went in.
"It's too big!" she cried. "My son's cock is too big for his mom's cunt! It's going to tear me wide open! Oh, don't do this to me, Jerry! Don't fuck your own mom!"
But she lowered herself on me and her cunt swallowed up my entire cock! It wouldn't go in any further. I felt her entire weight on me as she wiggled and twisted on my hard-on. My insides were burning, my prick was on fire.
"Oooh!" Mom gasped. "What are you doing to me, Jerry? Take your cock out of my cunt and stop fucking me, you bad boy! This is terrible! A son shouldn't fuck his own mother, no matter how big his cock is! It's hurting me! Take it out!"
She moved up and down furiously. My cock slid in and out and up and down, plunging into the sweetness of her insides, touching every part of her cunt.
"Oh, son! How could you do this to your mom? Oh, you bad boy, I'll bet you're going to fuck me until you come all over your mom's insides, aren't you?" She jerked and heaved all over me. My cock was numb with passion now as it plunged in and out of her. "And then you're going to make me come, aren't you, you bad boy, fucking his own mom with his great big prick! Oh, what are you doing to me? Stop it, Jerry! Stop it! Oh, why don't you listen to your mom?"
She fell on top of me. Her breasts crushed against my chest. I felt their magnificent weight pushing against me, the hard nipples piercing my flesh. But her hips never stopped twisting and bumping, her cunt never stopped heaving against my cock. She slipped both hands under me and grabbed my ass, pushing me against her.
"Oh, son! This is terrible! I'm so ashamed, being fucked by my own son! My own son's cock inside my cunt!"
She opened her mouth as she kissed me. I was gasping so my mouth was open too. I felt her tongue slip into my mouth and it was as if she was fucking me with it as she slid it in and out. Meanwhile, she never stopped fucking me. She jerked and heaved and twisted.
My cock slid in and out but there was no normal feeling in it any more. It was all fire and electricity. The softness of her cunt was driving me crazy. The sensations of her sliding up and down on it was enough to send me up the walls.
Then she lifted her head.
"Come, son!" she screamed. "Come and get it over with! Then maybe you'll be satisfied and you'll stop this terrible fucking of your own mom. Come, because I'm coming, too!"
I exploded. Everything came to a head inside my groin and I shot a deluge out of my throbbing cock into her throbbing cunt.
"Ohhh!" she cried. "My son's coming! My son's shooting all over the inside of my cunt! Oh! Oh! Oh! Now I'm coming too! Here it comes, Jerry! Your mom's cunt is coming right with your cock! Ohhhhh!"
Her cunt tightened around my cock, grabbing it like a soft hand, jerking it and milking it as I exploded again and again inside her. She heaved and twisted, rubbing her nipples across my gasping mouth. Her body twisted itself around me, fastening her hold on my cock until there was nothing left to come out of it.
Then she fell across me, exhausted, breathing heavily.
"You bad boy," she whispered. "Don't you know you're not supposed to fuck your own mother? Don't you know it's not right to force that big cock into your mom's mouth and then into her cunt and make her come like this?"
I still didn't open my eyes. I felt so strange, what with my mother sucking me and fucking me and the two of us coming together, I didn't know what to do.
Mom slipped off me and lay beside me. "You had a nice wet dream, son," she whispered. "You dreamed you fucked your own mom and you came inside her. Now sleep the rest of the night in peace, baby."
She slipped away. I heard the door open and close and I knew I was alone again. I opened my eyes and stared down at my cock. It was still hard, standing up stiff and straight. I put my hand on it and rubbed it up and down.
I couldn't believe what had happened. My mother had practically raped me, her own son! Except for jerking off, I'd been a virgin up to then. My own mom had taken my cherry.
Still playing with myself, I fell asleep and I sure slept soundly after that, Doctor, believe me! Q: Did it happen again after that? A: You mean did we fuck again? Q: Yes.
A: Well, the next morning, she acted as if everything was normal. When I came in for breakfast before school, I was afraid to look her in the eye. She was dressed, of course, but I could still imagine how she looked naked, how she looked when she was astride me and fucking me.
"Good morning, son," she said easily. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes," I whispered.
She told me to sit at the table and she put some cereal in front of me. She was standing very close to me, so close, her thigh brushed against my shoulder.
"Have any pleasant dreams?" she asked. She hadn't moved. She was still leaning against me. I could feel the heat of her cunt coming right through her housedress. I felt my cock getting hard under my tight pants.
"I ... I don't think so," I stammered.
"My, my!" she said. "I was sure I heard you moaning in your sleep last night. You sounded quite excited."
I couldn't catch my breath. It was stuck in my throat. My hard-on was bigger than ever and it was straining against my pants.
"My goodness," she said. "Something must have bit me. I have an itch right here."
I glanced at her. Mom had her hand down on her crotch and was scratching it. My eyes stayed fixed on what she was doing. It was as if I was hypnotized.
"Scratch it for me, will you, son? I can't seem to reach the itch."
She took my hand and brought it to her groin. She squeezed it against herself. "Go ahead," she purred. "Maybe you can find where I itch. Scratch me. Rub your fingers into me."
But I was frozen. I couldn't do anything. She smiled and said, "Maybe my housedress is in the way, son. Here, let me lift it up and you can reach it better.
The next thing I knew she had pulled the dress up over her head. She didn't have a thing on underneath. There was her body, all white and naked, the breasts, the belly, the lovely cunt with its V-shape, the very cunt I had fucked the night before.
She leaned closer, took my hand again and brought it to the soft mound of hair.
"Scratch it, son," she whispered. "Relieve your mom's itch. It's killing me."
I was always a good boy. Sitting there, my mom's cunt only inches before my face, I began to do as she said. I ran my fingers into the soft hairs and started to scratch her cunt.
"Mmmmm! That's good!" she whispered. "You know how to make your mom feel good, son. You don't want to go to school anyway this morning. Just stay here and make me feel good."
I rubbed harder, driven to my task. Her cunt felt good and soft. She began to wriggle her hips, working her cunt against my fingers.
"Oh, that's much better, son!" she gasped. "Oh, that feels so good! Are you sure you didn't have any exciting dreams last night, Jerry? Maybe you had a wet dream, that's what it sounded like! Oh! Oh! That's good! Good!
But the itch is inside me, Jerry! Slip your finger into my hole and see if you can reach it!"
My finger went in all my itself. I felt the soft wet slipperiness of her cunt and the cunt walls tightened around my finger. I worked it in and out as she shoved herself against me.
"Yes!" she cried. "Yes! Yes! Yes! That's the spot! Rub it harder, my son! Rub it real hard! That feels so good! Here! My breast feels itchy too. Why don't you take it in your mouth while you're relieving the other itch?"
I raised my head. Her breast was right in front of my face, the nipple almost reaching out for me. I opened my mouth and she shoved the nipple into it. I mouthed it and nibbled at it and she cried out in joy.
"That's it! You've found it!" She heaved against my head and against my hand, squirming, shoving. My finger was like a cock in her cunt, my mouth was like a cunt on her cock of a nipple.
"Oh, Jerry!" she gasped. "I had a wonderful dream last night. I dreamed I went into your room and we did wonderful things to each other. Your mom was lonely and drunk and didn't realize it but she wanted her lovely boy'd body making love to her! That's what brought on the itch last night. Did you have the same kind of dream, Jerry? Tell Mom!"
I took my mouth away from her nipple. "Yes, Mom," I said haltingly. "I had the same dream."
"Oh, how wonderful!" Mom grasped my head and shoved it between her massive tits. They surrounded me, they burned me. "Then we had the same dream, didn't we? Oh, just thinking about it-just imagining that we had the same dream-a mother and son-about making love-just makes the itch still worse! Oh, Jerry! Your finger's not enough inside me! I need something else, something warm and soft and darling! I need your tongue inside there to relieve the itch, my darling son!"
She grabbed my head harder now and pushed it downward. In a second I was facing my mom's cunt. She spread her legs out and I could see the hot red slit between the soft hairs.
"Put your tongue in there, my son!" she cried.
I shoved out my tongue, drawn to her cunt like a magnet. She shoved my head between her legs and I almost drowned in her cunt hairs. Then I felt my tongue slip into the soft delicious crack and I could taste her cunt juices.
"Oh, yes!" Mom gasped. "That's it, son! Now lick it so that I'll feel better. Oh, lick your mom's cunt, son!"
All barriers were off now. I grabbed her ass, overcome by the lust that filled me at the thought of licking my mom's cunt. My tongue moved in, feeling the hard clit that protruded like a little cock. She gasped and held my head tight as she squirmed against me.
"Oh, do it, son! Blow me! Suck me! Make me come in your mouth! That's the only way to relieve me!"
I was really going at it now. I moved my head back and forth as my tongue went in and out of her box. I dug my nails into the cheeks of her ass. That seemed to excite her still more. She pushed and shoved her cunt against my mouth, making my tongue plunge still deeper.
Suddenly I felt her prodding me up out of the chair. I still kept my mouth glued to her twat, still kept sucking, loving the taste of it, the sensation of it. While I kept at her, she moved us both so that we were on the kitchen floor in a sixty-nine position.
While she still shoved her cunt against my mouth, Mom unzipped my pants and took out my cock. It was hard as a rock and I heard her gasp as she saw it. The next second she popped it into her mouth and really set it on fire.
Now we went at it hot and heavy. Mom was an expert cocksucker and I discovered I was a pretty good tongue man in a cunt. We banged away at each other's mouths, fucking away like crazy. Her mouth fastened itself around my hard-on and sucked in and out, draining it of every feeling except that of lust and fuck. Meanwhile, my tongue didn't let up on her box. I plunged in and out rapidly while we worked furiously against each other.
Suddenly I felt my cock gather up into a big tight knot. Mom seemed to sense I was coming and sucked even harder. She made her mouth into a vacuum, into a tight, pumping cunt. I heaved and thrust against her mouth as I felt the explosion coming. I didn't let up on her twat, however, and kept sucking it as she threw it at me.
Then it came like a thousand explosions. My cock erupted in her mouth and I could feel the sperm shoot into her throat as she swallowed every ounce of the fiery fluid.
She came, too, heaving and writhing. I felt the hot lava on my tongue and mouth. I grasped her ass to bring her still closer. She gasped and moaned as she exploded and as we came together into each other's mouths.
Then we fell back, exhausted by lust and passion. The idea that Mom and I had performed sixty-nine blew my mind. My cock was still hard as she and I sat up on the floor. She worked it with her hand as she talked.
"Do you mind what we did, son?" she whispered.
"Oh, no, Mom! I loved it!"
"I know I started it, Jerry. I came into your room last night and sucked your cock and then got on top of you to fuck me. But please don't blame me. I go out with these guys and they're no good. Whenever I'm with them I think about you, about how handsome you are and what a nice cock you must have. So I just can't let them fuck me. You're the only one who turns me on." She gave my cock a soft squeeze. "Do you understand, son? Do you forgive me?"
I reached for her hard tits and squeezed. "There's nothing to understand, Mom. I'm the luckiest son in the world, having a great mom who sucks and fucks like you do."
"And you don't mind that we're mother and son?"
"Why should I? You're a female and I'm a male. You've got a cunt and I've got a cock. Why should I mind?"
We fucked every day after that, Mom and I. We did it in every position imaginable. And we enjoyed every minute of it. That is, until she left town to visit a relative back east."
Q: What happened then?
A: What happened? Hell, I was without my steady piece of cunt. Mom was gone and I was as hot as ever. I tried going out with girls from school but they were nothing compared to my mom. I decided that I needed to look at older women. That's why I sneaked into the dressing room and jerked off my cock while looking at older women.
Q: I think you ought to stop doing that. You'll get into lots of trouble.
A: But what should I do, Doctor? Look at me. You can see my hard-on right through my pants. I can't walk around like this until my mom gets home.
Q: Is it as big as it looks? Take it out so I can see it.
A: There! What do you think, Doctor?
Q: It's tremendous. Tell me, am I your mom's age?
A: Yes. She's pretty young, too.
Q: Can you imagine that I'm your mother and maybe I can take care of that tremendous erection of yours until she comes home?
A: You mean you want to suck my cock?
Q: If it's agreeable with you. After all, I don't want to see a nice boy like you get in trouble with the police. If it's only a hard-on and I'm your mom's type, I think I can help you. May I?
A: Ohhh! Yes! Suck me, Doctor! Yes! You're just like my mom! You suck my prick just like her! Suck me! Suck me, Mom! Suck your son! Oh, it's so good! Look out! I'm gonna explode in your mouth, Mom! Look out! LOOK OUT! I'M COMING! I'M COMING! A AHHHHHHEEEEHHH!
CASE HISTORY NUMBER FOUR
Name: Lisa Dale
Sex and Age: Female-21
Occupation: Secretary
Dr. Leland's Introduction.
As the reader realizes by now, I had as much of a sex problem as any of my patients. The truth is that many incestual desires cannot really be cured and all I could do was try to appease the people who came to me. The only way I knew how to do that was to indulge in their sexual games with them, especially since I'd had incest with my own father. But I'm sure it did help affect some sort of cure in them because they felt they were not alone. After all, if a dignified and beautiful girl doctor like myself could be human, what was wrong with what they did? The only sin was guilt and I made sure I relieved them of that feeling.
Take the case of Lisa Dale, a very pretty young thing who came to see me because she was on the verge of killing herself.
QUESTION: But why do you want to do that? ANSWER: Because I fuck my own brother, Doctor. Q: And you think that's wrong?
A: Physically, no. I enjoy it very much. But morally, of course it's wrong.
Q: Suppose you tell me all about it. Then we'll decide. A: Well, I guess it started when I was rejected by Tim. He's a fellow I met at the office. He's a very handsome and sexy man. He'd taken me out a few times and never made a pass at me. I was hot as hell whenever I was with him. I wanted him to grab me and fuck me but he was always polite and distant.
One night I was more turned on than usual, if that's possible. Yes, I'd fucked a few fellows from time to time so I wasn't a virgin. I knew the feeling of a man's cock in my cunt, pumping away and making me come while he exploded inside me. But when I met Tim, I stopped seeing anyone else.
Q: One minute please, Lisa. Do you live alone? A: No. I'm still living at home with my father and mother and my brother Ronny. Q: I see. Go on, please.
A: Well, Tim and I'd had dinner and he was driving me home. I was turned on, my cunt was burning, my tits were on fire. I couldn't help it. I reached down and groped for his cock.
"Lisa!" he cried. "What are you doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing?" I answered breathlessly.
I rubbed hard on it and felt it getting hard. He pulled over and stopped the car. Then he shoved my hand away. "Stop it!" he cried. "Lisa, I didn't know you were like that!"
"Like what?" I asked. "I'm a woman and my cunt wants your prick inside it. Go ahead. Put your hand on my cunt, damn it! Feel it! Shove your finger inside! Better than that, shove your cock inside!"
He looked at me in horror. "You're like all other women," he said. "That's all you want."
"Isn't that what you want, Tim?"
He looked out the window. "No. You see, Lisa, I'm gay. I only make it with men. Women just don't excite me."
"Then why did you date me?"
"Because I like you and like to go out with you, that's all. I don't want to fuck you."
"Please!" I cried. "Just this one time! I'm so hot I'm ready to come in my panties! Just play with it!"
"No, Lisa. I'm sorry."
Well, he drove me home and dropped me off without a word. Can you imagine such a thing? Here I am, hot enough to be fucked by a horse, a candle, anything, and I end up with a fag who can't make it with women!
I charged into my house, mad as hell and hotter than hell. My whole body was burning with lust. I was ready to lock myself in my room and go to work with my vibrator.
But as I went into the living room I saw my brother Ronny. Ronny is three years younger than I am and very good looking. He was sitting on the couch and so absorbed in what he was doing he didn't see me come in. I stopped dead and stared.
His pants were down around his ankles and his cock and balls were bared. Not only that, his cock was in a terrific state of erection. It must have been all of nine inches long and was red and swollen. And he was jerking off on that big hard-on with fury, his hand zipping up and down so fast, I could barely see it.
His eyes were shut and his teeth were clenched hard. He was breathing fast in quick gasps. My eyes riveted on his cock and on what his hand was doing to it. This was my kid brother I was watching as he jacked himself off!
To say I was excited was the least of it. My cunt was throbbing just as if that cock was inside me. I grabbed it, rubbed it, dug my fingers into it through my panties. My miniskirt was no obstacle. My other hand went to my tit and I massaged it furiously.
I was only a few feet from my brother and I could smell the sex odors emanating from his body. I could see his balls, now swollen and hard into one tight mass. I could see him heaving his hips upward in response to the excitement in his cock.
Now he was moving faster and faster. His hand was like lightning, in a blur of movement. His hips twisted and heaved still more.
I knew he was about to come. I couldn't stand it any longer. I didn't want all that lovely and delicious come to be wasted.
I moved toward him quickly. To tell the truth, I didn't know what I was doing. I had no control over myself. Passion and lust had taken over. All I wanted was my brother's cock to come in me, not in the air.
His eyes were still closed as I knelt at his feet. His legs were spread out wide. I lowered my head and opened my mouth. Suddenly the tip of his cock was between my lips. This was what I'd been waiting for, this was what I wanted-my brother's big cock in my mouth.
The second I took it in, I heard him cry, "Sis! What are you doing?" But I couldn't answer him. My mouth was full of his cock. He drew his hand away and now I could take the whole thing.
It was delicious. It was hard and firm and throbbing deep in my throat.
"Sis!" he cried. "This isn't right! You shouldn't be down on your knees doing this to me!" But I kept right on sucking. My head bobbed up and down. I could feel the prick swell even more and it seemed to vibrate in my mouth.
"Oh, God!" my brother gasped. "This is wrong ... but it feels so good! Do it, Sis! Suck it! Take it deep in your throat! I can feel your tongue on it!' Suck it! Suck it!"
And boy, did I suck it! The idea that this was my own brother's cock in my mouth made me hotter than ever and I gave him the best head job I could. I worked my mouth better than a cunt on his throbbing cock. He had already done most of the work with his hand and I knew he was about to explode in my mouth. So I worked harder and more furiously.
He grabbed my head and shoved it downward, forcing his cock deep inside me. He lifted his ass from the couch to meet the thrusts of my mouth even more.
"I'm coming, Sis!" he screamed. "I'm coming in my sister's mouth! Here! Here! Here! Take it! Take it all! EEEEH!"
The explosion in my mouth was like the eruption of a volcano. I could feel the vibrations from the roots of his cock right up to the head. His come hit the roof of my mouth and I gulped hard to swallow it all as wave after wave exploded violently.
He howled in passion, he called my name over and over again, he writhed and turned as he emptied himself. I hung onto his ass with my hands as I fastened my mouth tightly around his pecker so that not one drop of his come would get away from me.
Then, while it was still in my mouth, the darling cock of my brother got smaller. I lifted my head and looked at him. He was lying back, weakened and satiated, a pleasant smile on his face.
"Did you like that, Brother?" I asked.
"Did I!" he gasped. "Sis, I didn't know you could do that, least of all to me, your own brother."
I suddenly realized what I had done. I had sucked my own brother's cock and made him come in my mouth. I felt a sense of revulsion and shame and got to my feet. But Ronny grabbed my hand. "Don't go, Sis," he whispered.
"This isn't right," I said, ashamed to look at him. "I ... I saw what you were doing and I couldn't help myself. Let me go, Ronny, please! Mother and Dad will catch us!"
"They won't be home for two hours," he said. "Dad called up a half hour ago and said the car had broken down and it'll take that long to fix it. Sit down next to me, Sis. You took care of me, now I want to take care of you."
He pulled me down beside him on the couch. I couldn't help but stare down at his cock. It was beginning to get hard again.
"Don't," I said. "I told you, I'm ashamed of what I did."
"Why should you be ashamed, Sis? I was out with Patty and she got me all hot and bothered but wouldn't let me fuck her. So when I got home I had to jerk off to relieve myself. But having you give me a blow-job is better than masturbating."
"But we're brother and sister," I protested. "We've committed incest."
"We've committed sex," he responded. He took my hand and placed it on his cock. It got harder under my hand. Then he put his hand on my cunt. "My, it's hot down there, Sis. I believe you're about to come."
"No!" I cried, pushing his hand away. "You mustn't!"
"I must and we must, Sis!" he cried, ripping off my flimsy panties so that my cunt was exposed. "You made me come, now I've got to return the favor. I'm going to fuck you, Lisa!"
"No!" I cried again. But he had pushed me back on the couch and gotten between my legs. "You're my brother! You can't fuck your own sister!"
"I can't? Watch me! Watch me fuck my own sister!"
I felt his prick between my legs, thumping against the opening of my cunt. I got my hands on his shoulders and tried to push him away and off me. But he was stronger than I and his lust made him even stronger.
"Don't!" I cried. "Don't put your hard-on in me!"
"It's going in, Sis!" he cried. "Feel it go in! Feel my big hard-on going into your nice sweet fucking cunt!"
I gasped as I felt the hardness go into me. It filled my cunt from wall to wall. I choked and gasped as I tried to wiggle away from him, moving my ass all around. But it succeeded only in making his cock go in still deeper. The hard-on went in so far I could feel his balls hitting me.
"You're fucking me!" I cried. "You're fucking your own sister! Oh, Ronny, don't! You shouldn't!"
"Yes, I'm fucking you! I've got my cock inside your cunt and I'm fucking you! Feel it, Sis! Feel it fuck you!"
And I could feel it! I felt it excite me in spite of myself.
I found myself rising to meet the thrust of his cock. I grabbed his ass and dug my fingernails into it.
"Oh, Ronny!" I cried. "It does feel good! It does feel exciting! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck your sister! Fuck her cunt with that beautiful hard-on of yours! Shove it into me! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck me! Make me come all over your prick!"
The idea that my own brother was raping me made it more exciting than ever. And I'm sure it enthralled him to be fucking his sister. Cock and cunt, both out of the same womb and created by my father's cock, were as one, pushing and heaving against each other.
"Fuck me, Sis!" he cried. "Give it to me!"
And I fucked right back at him. We rolled over and now I was on top as we fell onto the floor. I wrapped my legs around him and took my breasts out of my blouse, I never wore a bra so they were free.
I shoved one nipple into his gaping mouth. "Suck me, Ronny! Suck your sister's tits!" His mouth engulfed my breast. He sucked hard, making hollows of his cheeks. I pumped my ass up and down over his throbbing cock as he drove in and out with me. We were like one, brother and sister, fucking each other on our parents' living room floor.
Suddenly I felt the cock get rigid with tension. He was about to come. I pumped harder, bringing the hard-on to play all over the insides of my cunt. Electric charges suddenly exploded all over me.
"I'm coming, Ronny!" I cried. "I'm coming all over my brother's cock!"
"I'm coming too, Sis!" he gasped. "Here! Take it all!"
The explosion hit me, vibrating inside me as we came together in a hot wave of lust and incest. We were no longer brother and sister, but cock and cunt coming together, pouring our love juices out in a festival to Pan, the god of love to whom all creatures were the same.
It seemed as if we'd never stop exploding but it was over at last and we fell back exhausted. My cunt was sore from the force of the fucking prick. My breasts hurt from his sucking mouth.
But now that it was over, I jumped up, grabbed my torn panties, and rushed to my room. I showered, soaping myself heavily to erase the sweet stench of sex from my body.
I slept badly that night, my dreams filled with thousands of cocks, all my brother's, ramming me all over, in my cunt, in my ass, my mouth, between my tits, and then coming all over me!
That was last week, Doctor. My brother and I haven't touched each other since, although he's asked me to fuck him again. He says he wants to suck my cunt because I sucked his cock and he wants to pay me back. I want him to do it, Doctor. He's a great fuck and better at it than any other man I've been with. But I know it's wrong. That's why I came to you.
Q: If the sexual relationship with your brother satisfies you, why do you feel you shouldn't continue?
A: It's against the law.
Q: Many civilized people have incest with one another. In some cultures it's considered right and proper. In fact, among many old European and Asiatic lands, not to mention the African, it is the father or the older brother who deflowers the virgins in the family.
A: You mean you're telling me it's all right?
Q: Have you fucked discreetly? I mean, have you hurt anyone else by your fucking each other, your brother and you? A: No.
Q: My philosophy, Lisa, is that flesh is flesh and that you can fuck anyone or anything that brings you satisfaction. The fact that you're closely related doesn't change the fact that you're drawn to one another sexually, does it?
A: That's right. You make me see things in a different light, Doctor. I'll go right on balling my brother, then. Heaven knows I want to. Why, I've been masturbating ever since that night, thinking only of fucking and sucking him. I'm just not interested in any other man and he doesn't want to ball any girl other than his own sister. He says it turns him on something wonderful.
Q: You may grow out of this in time and resume normal relationships with other people. Meanwhile, do what seems natural. Otherwise, you'll both create great damage to your ids through frustration and guilt.
A: Thank you, Doctor.
* * *
Lisa and her brother Ronny to this date have not resumed so-called normal relationships with others. Instead, they have both left home and gone to another city to live together as husband and wife. I get letters from them telling me that they fuck each other several times a day. Incest, it seems, has created a greater passion and a stronger lust than normal relationships.
"Thank you," Ronny wrote me. "My sister and I have the constant hots for each other. We intend to visit our hometown soon and I'd like to see you so I can thank you in person. From what my sister tells me, you're a very beautiful girl and look as if you'd like a good stiff prick up your twat. I'm looking forward to satisfying you with my cock. My sister says it's okay with her. In fact, she'd like to watch me fuck you, Doctor. I'm looking forward to that day." So am I.
CASE HISTORY NUMBER FIVE
Name: James Taylor
Sex and Age: Male-40
Occupation: Hotel Manager
Dr. Leland's Introduction:
I've heard everything in my profession as a psychiatrist dealing in incest. But the case of James Taylor was unusual, even for me. He was a tall, handsome man with animal sexual attraction that he had subdued for most of his life. Although he was married, his wife told him sex was repulsive, so he had gone without it for long spells at a time.
He had one daughter, May, now seventeen, who had found life at home unbearable, so she had run away from home. This had shocked her father, who had always considered himself his daughter's friend. Suspecting she had run off to join a hippy group in Hollywood, he went to look for her.
QUESTION: So far, so good, Mr. Taylor. Your story is a commonplace one. Why didn't you report your daughter to the police as a runaway?
ANSWER: Doctor, I didn't want to disgrace the family name. I'm afraid I was a bit of a prude about things like that. In fact, I was a prude about a lot of things.
Q: I see. But why do you come to me?
A: You'll understand after I tell you what happened when I found May. Did I tell you she's a beautiful girl and still looks no more than twelve, even though she's seventeen? She's small and thin with just the tiniest breasts. The thought of her out in that wolf-pack of sexual permissiveness was enough to drive me out of my mind.
Q: I still don't see what that has to do with me as a psychiatrist. You understand that I deal only with the problems of incest. Why were you so worried that a bunch of strange cocks were after her little cunt? After all, she's almost of age.
A: I appreciate your frank speech, Doctor. I've heard that you were quite blunt and honest, so I'll be the same. It makes it easier to come right out in the open.
Q: It truly does. I can also tell, by the erection inside your pants, that this talk arouses you.
A: I'm aroused, all right. The thought of my daughter, my little girl, my baby, being fucked by all those terrible unwashed hippies makes me hot and turns me on, as they say.
Q: Why? Would you rather be in their place? Do you want your cock up your little daughter's box, Mr. Taylor?
A: Yes! Why not? I'm better than all those other dirty pricks! I'm cleaner, anyway.
Q: But you're talking about fucking your own daughter, Mr. Taylor. Listen, your erection seems to have gotten bigger. Would you feel more comfortable if you took it out and gave it some air?
A: Thank you, Doctor. I certainly would. You're a very understanding woman as well as a beautiful one. There! That feels much better! Do you mind if I stroke it while I tell you the story of me and my daughter.
Q: Not at all. Please proceed.
A: My guess as to my daughter's whereabouts was correct. I showed her picture around on Sunset Strip and passed some money around and I discovered she was there, all right. Some of those young girls really came on strong, too. One offered to suck my cock, telling me I reminded her of her father and she'd always wanted to give him head. I turned her down but you can bet the notion got me excited. However, I was too concerned about my daughter to take that girl up on her offer.
A few more dollars and one girl told me that she knew that May was going to be at a party that night. It was to take place at a house in Laurel Canyon, she said. But I couldn't get into it unless someone took me there. I offered her a hundred dollars and she snatched it up. It'd be enough to keep her in pot for a couple of months, she said. She also said that I'd have to get out of my business suit and dress up in very casual clothes so I'd look like a hippy. A wig of long hair and a false mustache wouldn't hurt, either, she said.
I followed her orders. That night I didn't look at all like myself but a rather middle-aged mod guy with long hair and a drooping mustache. And this girl, Peggy, took me to the pad in the hills.
The place was a large house filled with droopy-eyed kids.
The smell of hash and grass was in the air and they were stoned out of their minds. They accepted me as one of them, so long as Peggy was my friend. But I didn't see May around.
They offered me wine and grass. I took both, of course, because I didn't want to give away my cover. In a little while my brain was spinning. People seemed to be talking in soft whispers and in a little while I saw some of them kissing and pawing each other. I even saw boys kissing boys and girls kissing girls.
Somehow, I didn't seem to give a damn. The more wine I drank and the more grass I smoked, the better everything looked to me. In fact, when Peggy began to rub my crotch, it seemed just the right thing to have done to me.
"What do you say, Daddy?" she whispered to me. "Do you wanna ball?"
I looked at her. To my surprise, she was stark naked. Her breasts were jutting out and her hips were pushing against me. I could even feel the hairs of her cunt rubbing against my thighs. I looked around in a daze. Everyone else seemed to be naked. Some of them, in fact, were rolling around on the floor and were sucking and fucking each other.
Believe me, this was something I'd never dreamed of seeing before. This certainly wasn't like back home. These were all young animals interested only in cocks and cunts and asses and mouths.
I felt something warm at my crotch. I looked down. My pants were down at my ankles. Peggy was kneeling in front of me and my cock was in her mouth.
"Wow!" I cried as sensation flooded over me. Her mouth was a small furnace as it engulfed my cock. She bobbed her head back and forth, sending more chills up my cock and up my spine.
"Sock it to her, Dad!" someone screamed.
"Blow it into the chick's mouth, old man!" someone else cried.
"Fuck her throat, Daddy-O!" another voice cried.
I didn't know what was happening to me. Here was I, a middle-aged man from the suburbs, a respectable married man suddenly being sucked by a long-haired chick in a Hollywood pad!
"I want my daughter!" I cried. "I want May!"
There was laughter from the kids around me. "He wants his little girl!" said one big blonde who was leaning close to watch my cock slide in and out of Peggy's sucking mouth. "One little girl's as good as another, Daddy! This one will have to do until your own daughter comes around!"
And there was more laughter as they all jumped on each other. I saw asses bobbing up and down! I saw cocks being taken into mouths, into cunts, into asses. It was a wild, mad orgy, and I was right in the middle of it, with my cock pumping in and out of Peggy's mouth.
My mind was a blur. All sensation was centered onto my tremendous erection as Peggy chewed on it skillfully. She was on her knees and now I saw a girl who had planted herself on her back between Peggy's knees. Her mouth was reaching upward for Peggy's cunt and she was sucking away at it to beat the band.
I want to tell you, Doctor, my generation was nothing like this! Ancient Rome was nothing like this!
I tried to look around to see if my daughter was anywhere in the bunch. My senses were blurred but I'm sure she wasn't there. Once free of that fear, I gve myself up to what Peggy was doing to me.
With the other girl's tongue up her cunt, she was more excited than ever. She worked her head so fast it was now a blur around my cock. She massaged my balls with her hands, she reached behind me and ran her fingers up and down the crack of my ass. She tickled the head of my cock with her tongue, never stopping the rapid sucking motion.
Now I felt all sensation gather for a great final burst. I grabbed her head and shoved my cock as deep as it would go into her mouth. Just as I felt her throat against the head of my prick, I went off.
"AAAAHHHHH!" I cried. "I'M COMING!"
"HE'S COMING!" screamed the others. "Daddy's coming! Come, daddy-o! Come right into the chick's mouth, old man!"
And I came, Doctor! Oh, how I came! Gush after gush of come welled into that little cocksucker's mouth. And she didn't miss a drop, either, sister. She gulped and gulped and took it all in until I collapsed on the floor.
Somehow or other, I seemed to have passed out. I woke up after a bit, dazed, stupefied and wrung out. I looked around. All the other couples were passed out, too. Some girls were asleep with boys' cocks still in their mouths.
I got up slowly, wearily. My wig and fake mustache were gone. Every bone in my body ached, including the bone in my cock. I pulled my pants back on and was looking for the door. Suddenly I heard someone gasping "Oh, fuck me!"
I stopped. It was a girl's voice and I realized to my horror that it was my daughter's voice. I looked around. Everyone was still asleep.
Then I heard it again. "Take me while I suck him!" she cried. It came from another room, I realized, from a room with a closed door. I stole toward it, afraid of what I would see when I opened the door.
There she was. May. My very own daughter. She was naked, looking like a mere child with her small breasts and slim waist and innocent face. But what she was doing wasn't at all innocent.
She was on her hands and knees, kneeling over a boy who was stretched out on his back. His cock was sticking straight up in the air and that cock was in my daughter's mouth. Her head was bobbing hungrily up and down as she sucked on it with all her might.
My breath caught in my throat. But that wasn't all. A boy was kneeling behind May. He was bent over her and he was pumping at her ass like a high-powered engine. I peered closely. What I saw was his prick. It was big and stiff and he was ramming it into my daughter's cunt from behind, dog-fashion!
I stared in disbelief. She was working both cocks like an expert. Her head moved back and forth on one cock, sucking his cock into that small, innocent mouth. Meanwhile, she was reaching back with her ass and pumping with the boy who was humping her from the back!
I didn't know what to do. My first instinct was to rush in and separate them. But something stopped me. The first was my own cock. It was as hard as a rock as I watched my daughter sucking and fucking two men at once. The other was the thought that I was enjoying the sight.
There was my own little girl, with that small girl's body of hers, enjoying sex to the hilt, so to speak. As the two ramrods pumped into her, one into her, one into her mouth, the other into her cunt, I realized to my shame that I envied the two boys.
I wanted to be up on that bed instead of them. I wanted to ramrod my cock into her mouth, I wanted to fuck her cunt from the back. I wanted to get the feel of her lovely ass cheeks bouncing against my balls.
I grabbed my cock as I stared at them. I started to pump on it, grinding it into my hand as I kept my eyes on the scene on the bed.
"Suck me!" The boy she was blowing cried. "I'm coming, May!" And "Come!" cried the boy in her rear. "Come, May, because I'm coming right up your beautiful cunt!"
I pumped harder at my cock as I saw both boys explode, one into May's mouth, the other into her cunt. I exploded too, shooting out gushes of come into the air. I came even more as I realized my daughter and I were coming together. Because she worked her mouth and her hips faster, squealing with lust, and then she collapsed.
I closed my eyes and leaned against the door jamb, knocked out. I must have been that way for a few minutes, out completely. Then I heard a voice say, "Daddy!"
I opened my eyes. May was standing there, as naked as she had been in bed, and she was staring at me in surprise. I looked around. Both boys were gone. May looked down at my groin.
"Daddy!" she cried. "Your ... your thing is out!"
I looked down. Shamefacedly, I tucked my limp cock back into my pants. I could barely look her in the face. But I did manage to tell her that I'd come to take her home.
"But I don't want to go home, Daddy," she said as she put on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, making her look more like a kid than ever. "I'm very happy here on my own."
"I saw how happy you are, May. I saw what you and those two boys were doing."
Her face was saucy and pert. "Oh, yeah? And what were you doing with your cock hanging out, Daddy? Getting a bang out of watching your little girl get banged?"
"That's enough!" I snapped angrily. "You're coming with me or I'm reporting all your friends here to the police!"
"All right, Daddy," she said meekly. But I was puzzled when I saw her looking down at my crotch and smiling to herself. "Whatever you say. I'll do whatever you want me to do, Daddy. Anything at all." She looked up at me and licked her red lips. "You understand me, Daddy? Anything. You name it, I'll do it. Your little daughter will do anything for her handsome Daddy."
"Very well," I replied. "We're going home."
"But it's late and it'll be a long drive, Daddy." She came close to me and rested her small head on my chest. "Can't we stay at a motel for the night, just you and me? I'm very tired, Daddy, and I'm sure you must be."
I agreed. I could never refuse my daughter anything. Besides, she was right. It was quite late and we were both tired from what we'd been through. We picked our way past the naked sleeping bodies and left.
I found a motel and asked for a room with an extra cot for my daughter. I locked the door and went into the bathroom to undress. First I told May to undress and get into the cot while I got ready. I came out with a towel around my waist.
But May was not in her cot. Instead, she was in the large bed, lying there naked on top of the sheets.
"May!" I said. You're supposed to sleep in the cot."
She wiggled a little bit and smiled. "Don't be silly, Daddy. Come, get into bed with me. This bed's big enough for both of us."
Blindly, I moved toward her. She reached up and took my towel away from me. Her eyes danced over my cock.
"My! My!" she exclaimed. "Look at that! Why is it so hard, Daddy?" She reached out and her hot flesh wrapped around my prick. "Why is it burning so, Daddy? Is it because you're all alone in a bedroom with your naked daughter? Is it because Mother doesn't give you enough tail and it turns you on at the thought of seeing me like this, naked and playing with your big cock?"
"Stop it, May," I pleaded. "This is wrong."
"Then why don't you move away from me, Daddy? Why don't you take your hard-on out of my hand? Then you can spank my ass and chastise me for being a bad little girl."
Suddenly I was a ball of fire. "Okay!" I cried. "You wanna be fucked by your father, you'll be fucked by your father!"
I jumped on top of her. She laughed aloud as she wrapped her arms around me.
"That's my Daddy!" she exclaimed. "That's my fucking father, my big hard-on, my cuntsucking father! Shove it into me fast, darling! I can't wait another minute!"
She opened her legs wide. I felt my cock against her ass, felt the heat of her cunt burning my peter.
"You saw me being fucked, didn't you, Daddy? You saw me sucking cock, didn't you? And you jerked yourself off and came while you watched!"
She put her hand between my legs and grabbed my cock. She worked it into the opening of her crack. Now I was throbbing all over.
"Here's your chance to fuck me, Daddy," she went on. "Here's your chance to put your hard-on right into my sweet, beautiful, small, tight young box. Would you like that, dear? Is that what you want? Tell me, Daddy! Beg me! Tell me you want me to put your prick inside me!"
"Yes!" I gasped, choking and beyond all reason. "Please put it in before I come all over you!"
"Oooooh! You're about to come! Don't waste it, Daddy! Let me put it in, then you can come inside me!"
She slipped my erection inside herself and wiggled so that I got all the way in. The sensation was explosive. My penis throbbed with lust as I realized I was inside my daughter's cunt.
"I'm fucking you, daughter!" I cried as my cock drove into her.
"Fuck me, Father!" she responded as she lifted her thighs to meet my thrust.
It began, the pushing, the heaving, the screwing, the shoving! I took one of her small tits in my mouth and chewed on it hungrily. She screamed with delight, grabbing my ass to pull me still deeper inside her.
"Oh, Daddy, it's too big!" she cried. "Your cock fills me all up! It's wonderful!"
"Am I as good as those boys who hump you?"
"Better! Oh, better! Your prick is bigger and stronger! And you fuck so beautifully! Just think-my own father is screwing me! Oh, fuck me, Daddy! Fuck your daughter!"
I charged into her again and again. My belly squashed down on her smooth stomach, my chest pressed on her breasts. My tongue went into her mouth and she pressed her own tongue against it.
Meanwhile, she was screwing and humping, responding to each thrust of mine with one of her own.
"I'm coming!" she cried suddenly. "Oh, Daddy, I'm coming!"
I felt her cunt pulsate around my cock, clutching it as she exploded in a rapid series of spasms. She gasped, rolling her eyes upward as she climaxed. Her legs were around me, holding me like a vise, her heels thumping rapidly as she came.
"OHHHHH!" she cried. "It's so good! Only a father knows how to fuck his daughter so she can come like this!"
She stopped her movements for a moment to catch her breath. Then she grabbed my ass and pushed up at me.
"Now you come, Daddy! Come inside me with your beautiful cock! Fill your daughter's cunt up with glorious come! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me! Come! Come!"
I drove into her again and again. I grabbed her small ass as she grabbed mine and we shoved against each other. My prick buried itself to the hilt, my pubic hairs rubbing against hers in a mad rush.
"Come, Daddy! Fill me! Do it to me! Oh, do it! Come and then I'll take your cock in my mouth and suck you until you come again and again in my mouth! Do you want that, Daddy? Do you want me to blow you?"
"Oh, yes!" I cried.
"Then come inside me!"
She tightened her cunt around my cock and milked me as we pumped away at each other. Suddenly a million stars exploded. The voluptuousness started at my toes, went up my legs into my balls, then out of my cock and into her cunt.
"He's coming!" Mary cried. "Oh, I feel it exploding inside my cunt! Come again, Daddy! I'm coming again too!
OH! OH! OHHHHHH!"
She lifted her ass clear of the bed to meet my discharge.
"Look down, Daddy!" she cried. "We can see your prick coming in my cunt!"
I did as she said. She was right. I could see my cock pulsating and jumping as it rammed into her box. There was only about an inch of it still out of her but it was red as a beet and alive as a snake.
May fell back at last. "I knew it would be like this," she whispered, wrapping her small arms around me. "I knew you could fill me up with come, Daddy."
"You mean you've thought about us fucking each other?"
"Oh, many times. That's why I ran away from home. I knew Mom wasn't giving you any pussy and I was afraid that if I hung around, I'd rape you. I used to dream of taking your cock out and putting it in my mouth for a blow-job. And I used to dream about you fucking me in my ass, in my cunt, all over. So I ran away and tried to forget you by fucking every boy in town."
"You turned into a piece of cunt, daughter."
"That's right, Daddy. I'm an amateur whore, a nympho, and all on account of you. You've always turned me on, Daddy, ever since I realized I had a cunt that wanted to be fucked."
"You're disgraceful," I said, smiling.
"Aren't I, though?" May got up on one elbow and looked down at my cock. "I'll show you how really disgraceful I am, Daddy dear. I'm going to suck your cock like I promised."
She bent over and breathed heavily on my limp tool. Her breath was hot and it made me feel hot, too. In fact, my peter started to come to life as she bent over it.
"I love cock," she whispered. "I love all cock but I love yours the best, darling."
And she took it into her mouth. I almost jumped up in the air at the sweet contact. But she hung on, her lips wrapped tightly around my penis.
I came alive again in her mouth. I'd never been able to have an erection right after fucking but the idea that my own daughter was blowing me gave me an even bigger hard-on than ever.
She knew how to give head, all right. She made a vacuum of her mouth and sucked me in tightly. She took my cock all the way in and then it out again almost to the tip before she swallowed it again. Her little head bobbed up and down without missing a stroke.
I grabbed her head and shoved it downward on my cock. I lifted my groin in a fucking motion and screwed May's mouth. And her mouth was hot, even hotter than her cunt. She made little murmuring sounds as she sucked, sounds of pleasure, joy and passion.
It seemed she couldn't get enough of my prick. She ate it up like it was an ice cream cone. She urged me on with her head and with urgent little cries. It was as if she was begging me to come in her mouth.
I grabbed her head harder and shoved mightily. She took it all in and that's when I exploded. My prick got ten times its usual hard-on size, urged on by my fucking daughter's mouth, lips and tongue, and the whole world went up in one violent flame.
"I'm coming!" I cried. "I'm coming in your mouth!"
She only sucked the harder as my sperm shot into her. She bobbed up and down and swallowed everything that I could give her.
I reached the heights and went over the cliff in a malestrom of lava and come.
It was too much, Doctor. The excitement knocked me out and I passed out. When I came to, I was sucking on May's tit and she was stroking my tired cock. Then, our arms around each other, we both fell asleep.
Q: Did you take her home after that?
A: Hell, no! Go home to what, to my miserable wife when I had all that lovely young body all to myself? I called my wife the next morning, told her that I hadn't found May yet and that I was going up to San Francisco to look for her.
May and I left by car, going up the Coast Highway toward San Francisco. We fucked our way up the coast, taking our time and stopping at almost every town and village along the way. Then, after a week's "honeymoon" up there, we came back down here again.
Q: When did you get back?
A: Yesterday. I heard about you through a friend of May's and thought I ought to see you, Doctor.
Q: Why? You seem to be enjoying yourself pretty well, you and your daughter.
A: Of course. But I'm worried about our future as father and daughter.
Q: What does May think?
A: She wants me to leave my wife and live with her. Q: As father and daughter or as lovers? A: As both. She says if I leave her, she'll kill herself. She's in love with me and doesn't want any other man. Q: Well, do you want your daughter to kill herself? A: Of course not.
Q: Well, many people in your same situation have been able to live with it. They've changed their names and moved to new towns.
A: Do you think we can get away with it? Q: Others have....Mr. Taylor! Look at your cock! It's very big and very hard! No wonder your daughter finds it so appetizing! Do you mind if I examine it closer? A: Go ahead, Doctor. It hurts something terrible. Q: Maybe I ought to kiss it and mke it well. A: Please do. OHHHH! You're not just kissing it! You're sucking it! You've got it in your mouth and your blowing me! OHHHHHH! You're good, Doctor! You're a great cocksucker! I'm going to come in your mouth! I'm coming! I'm COMING! COMING! COMING!!!
CASE HISTORY NUMBER SIX
Name: May Taylor
Sex and Age: Female 17
Occupation: None
Dr. Leland's Introduction:
I was so curious about the case of James Taylor that I wanted to pursue it further. I asked him if I could interview his daughter May for my files of case histories. I had a feeling that there were parts of her story that he didn't know.
He readily agreed and sent May in to see me. She was, as he described, a very pretty girl with a very innocent face. It also surprised me that she looked so young, in her very early teens, in fact. Her body was small and slim, with small breasts and narrow hips.
She looked like a freshly-scrubbed young schoolgirl as she sat before me, her hands demurely on her lap, her big eyes gazing at me. Sometimes it was hard to realize that the words I heard came from that innocent little mouth, and that she had known such deeply sexual experiences.
QUESTION: So you and your father are living together as lovers now?
ANSWER: Yes, Doctor Leland. Isn't it wonderful? Q: Do you find it satisfying?
A: Oh, yes! In every way! My father's a wonderful lover. He's terrific in bed.
Q: Is he better than the boys you met in Hollywood?
A: To tell the truth, not better, but more exciting, more satisfying.
Q: Does it excite you and satisfy you more because it's your father who makes love to you?
A: Yes! At least he's free of my mother.
Q: What do you mean, he's free of your mother? Why do you say he's better off because of it?
A: Because she's no good.
Q: Because she didn't give him enough sex?
A: Well, maybe I could have overlooked that. But something happened between my mother and me....
Q: Do you want to tell me about it?
A: Well, Daddy said I should tell you everything, that I should open up to you and hold nothing back. So I guess I should tell you, Doctor. My mother's a Lesbian.
Q: How do you know that? Have you seen her make love with another woman?
A: More than that. She made love to me.
Q: I see. Do you want to tell me about it?
A: My father always seemed so lonely back home. My mother'd boss him around something terrible and he did everything she told him. He was always very tired at night and he'd go to bed early. But my mother took her time about joining him. She'd go to bed hours after he did. I know because I used to hear her at the TV set until there was nothing left to see. By that time, of course, my father was sound asleep so he couldn't have been getting any love from her.
I felt sorry for my father. I'm supposed to look like him and have his character. Well, if he was anything like me, I knew he had to have sex. I'm a hot little kitten and I used to masturbate three or four times a day, so I need sex a lot, you know what I mean? So if my father wasn't getting any, I knew what he was going through.
Q: When you masturbated, what did you think of?
A: I used to imagine that my father and I were married and that he was making love to me.
Q: You can use the words with me, May.
A: Oh. All right. I used to imagine that he was fucking me. I wanted to make him happy, you see, not like my mother. After all, I had a cunt, just like she had, and he could use it any time to satisfy himself.
Q: I see. Did you think of him as your father or as a lover?
A: Both. I liked the idea that my own father would be fucking me. Why not? He's very handsome, as you know, and I knew him better than I did anyone else in the world. Anyway, that's what I did.
Q: You never fucked a boy?
A: No. The guys in school were afraid to touch me. They said I looked like a kid and they wanted the big chicks with big boobs and big hips. One of the guys told me that fucking me would be like fucking his kid sister. When I said what's wrong with that, he stopped talking to me, the jerk.
Anyway, who wanted to fuck them when it was better finger-fucking myself and imagining it was my old man who was doing it to me?
Q: So you had a thing for your father even before your mother made a play for you?
A: It was a combination of things, I guess. Maybe I would have stuck to just jerking off and leaving it that way if my mother hadn't done what she did.
Q: And what did she do?
A: Well, I was taking a shower one hot afternoon. Father was at work so my mother and I were alone in the house. I was under the shower when I noticed that I'd run out of soap. I stepped out, opened the bathroom door and called out to my mother to bring me some soap. Then I got back in the shower again.
My mother came in with the soap and slid open the shower door to hand it to me. I saw her eyes run swiftly up and down my body. I was soaking wet with the water sliding over me.
"Have you soaped your back, May?" she asked me.
"I will, as soon as I can get to it, Mother," I said.
"I'd better do it for you," she replied, her eyes still dancing sort of wildly all over me. "Somehow, we never seem to be able to reach our backs ourselves."
Something made me kind of afraid of her. My mother's quite an attractive woman, you know. She's not like me, though. She's tall and big, with broad shoulders and a rather square face. In fact, come to think of it, she looks like a handsome man, if you know what I mean, Doctor.
Q: I understand. Go ahead, please.
A: I told myself I was foolish to be afraid, of course. Why should I be afraid of my own mother? All she wanted to do was scrub my back, after all. So I said it was okay.
"Turn around, dear," she said. She was standing just outside the shower. She ran the soap up and down my back a few times. "Oh, dear!" she exclaimed. "I'm getting wet. Just wait a minute, darling. I'll be right back."
"All right, Mother."
I continued the shower and she was back in a few minutes. I thought she was going to put on an old house dress or something. Instead, she was nude.
"It's better this way, dear," she said. "Now it doesn't matter how wet I get, does it?"
Well, my mother may look like a man, as I said, but not with her clothes off. Her breasts are enormous and what she's got between her legs is no prick, believe me. She looked like a beautiful Amazon, standing there naked.
She ran the soap along my back. "You look like a boy, do you know that, May?" she said. "But a very pretty boy, however. Turn around. Let me see your front."
I turned to face her. I was rather abashed because my tits were so much smaller than hers. She seemed to sense what I was thinking as she ran her soaped hands over my bosom.
"They're small but cute," she smiled. "After all, as somebody once said, who needs more than a mouthful, right? And each one is a mouthful, isn't it, darling?"
I was surprised at what she was saying but I was even more so at what she was doing to my tits. She ran her hands over and over them, cupping them, tipping my nipples with her nails, squeezing them, massaging them.
But I was even more surprised at what was happening to me! I was tingling from my breasts down to my cunt. I was being turned on! My own mother was turning me on! I couldn't believe it, but it was happening!
Then, just as I was about to scream, my mother's hands left my breasts and worked down to my stomach. That was a little better but not much! I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth to control myself. I thought my mother was only making small jokes and I didn't want to shame myself by letting on that I was hot in my box!
Now she soaped my belly. Boy, her hands were soft and skillful! Her fingers were like magic as she worked my flesh.
Then, to my surprise, her hands moved downward with the bar of soap.
"We've got to keep that little thing nice and clean, mustn't we, May?" she asked, matter-of-factly.
Then her hands were on the soft young hairs of my cunt! I couldn't stand it! Didn't she realize what she was doing to me? Of course she realized, but I didn't know that then. I thought it was just me.
Instinctively, as I felt her hands on me down there, I tightened my legs together.
"Oh, no, May," she said. "Don't tighten up, dear. I've got to wash you up inside, too."
"But, Mother!" I protested.
"Mother knows best," she insisted, and the next thing I knew her finger was inside me. "There!" she said. "That didn't hurt a bit, did it, dear?"
I gasped and held onto the sides of the shower to keep from collapsing. My mother's finger was sliding in and out of my cunt like a cock.
"That'll clean it all up nice inside," she said. "Oh, my! I forgot to soap off your bosom!"
And with the other hand she went back to working on my tits. One hand on my cunt, the other on my tits! I was going crazy. I wanted to shove my cunt onto her finger because it felt so good, so exciting. But I didn't dare. I thought she was only helping me get clean and here I was getting all excited. What would she have thought if I cried out that I was hot and that I wanted to shove up against her finger and clutch her other hand so it would hold my tit tighter?
Little did I know!
"That's enough soaping," she said suddenly.
She pulled her finger out of my cunt and took her hand away from my tit. I was weak from passion and from trying to keep her from knowing what was going on inside me.
"I'd better rinse you off now," she went on. "But I'd better get in the shower with you, daughter. It'll be much easier that way."
I was too weak to protest or to do or say anything at that point. Right now I was putty in her hands, if you'll forgive the play on words. Anybody-anything-man, woman or animal, could have come in and fucked me at that point. I was melting with lust.
"Yes, May!" she replied. "It feels good when you're getting clean, doesn't it?"
"Oh yes, Mother! It feels so good!"
Her finger still working away, she held the back of my head and shoved it down onto her breast. I felt the flesh of it against my cheek, felt the nipple brushing my flesh.
"It used to make you feel good to suck my breast when you were a baby, daughter. Try it now. See if it still makes you feel good. I know it makes me feel wonderful. Go ahead, dear. Take it in your mouth and I'll keep cleaning you inside."
Do you see how insidious she was? Do you see how she tried to make everything sound so natural and proper? Good heavens, she was finger-fucking me and she was shoving my mouth onto her big tit and she still tried to make it all seem as if it was the most natural thing between mother and daughter!
Before I knew what I was doing, I had her tit in my mouth and I was sucking away. I heard her gasp again and again as I took that nipple into my burning mouth. And my cunt was really on fire now with her finger working in and out like a hot ramrod.
She found my clitoris and tickled it furiously. Now I abandoned all pretense and shoved against her finger and her hand. I moved back and forth with her hand until we were both working in the same beat. Meanwhile, my mouth worked on first one breast then the other.
"Does it feel good to get so clean, May?" she asked as she worked even faster. "Look, darling, Mother is cleaning up your insides but I've got to work faster now! I've got to speed it up because that's the best way to clean it!"
As I said, my eyes were closed but now I felt her slippery body beside me in the shower. Her breast brushed against me. It was so soft and yet so hard all at the same time. Then I felt her thigh against mine.
"It's very slippery in here, May," she said. "You'd better hold onto me while I rinse you off."
I obeyed blindly. I put my arms around her. Now her breasts were crushed against mine and I felt her cunt hairs on my side.
"Yes, darling," she whispered. "That's better. Now let me do it all."
And she did it all, all right! She rubbed my body all over. Her hands ran up and down my flesh. She massaged my breasts again and again, then she slid her hand down between the cheeks of my ass. Then she went still further, working her fingers under my ass to my cunt.
I gasped when she shoved her finger inside. I thought I heard her gasp, too. I almost went down so I hung onto her still harder. I felt her big breasts shoved against me, the nipples hard as rock.
"Clean!" she whispered avidly. "The little thing's got to be clean! Mother's going to make sure. Hang onto me, daughter! Hang on tight!"
And her finger plunged in and out of my cunt. I dug my nails into her waist as I tried to control myself. But there wasn't any control. That finger-my mother's finger-was fucking me!
"Oh!" I gasped! "Oh, mother!"
Ashamed as I was of what was happening, of what my mother was doing to me, I was getting more and more excited. My little cunt was on fire, as was the rest of my body. I shoved like crazy against that finger that was now deep inside me. I felt the sparks begin to fly and I knew I was about to come.
Mother held me even tighter now. She was rubbing her cunt against my thigh and I was sucking like crazy on her big tit.
"Oh, May!" she cried. "Oh, daughter!"
Now her cunt was pressed hard against me and her finger worked more savagely. Suddenly I exploded inside my cunt. I gasped and held onto her as I was about to faint as I came and came. It was as if the world was coming to an end but I didn't care.
Then she was kissing me, her tongue inside my mouth, and I was kissing her right back. It was certainly no mother-and-daughter kiss, believe me. We were panting and moaning and squeezing like two lovers, which we were, of course.
Then it was over. We didn't speak another word for a while. My mother took a big towel and dried me off, working the towel very carefully and tenderly all over me.
Then she led me to my bed and made me lay down. I still couldn't look her in the eye, of course, but she did a lot of talking.
She told me that she couldn't make love to my father because she had always really liked girls. Girls were more tender, she said, they knew how to be caring and tender, and they didn't shove big cocks into you and hurt you.
She also said that she wanted to break me in properly. She wanted me to know how wonderful a woman's love for another woman could be, and who could show a girl better than her own tender, loving mother. She thought it was best to get to me before some crude rough man tried to get into me and shove his big ugly prick into my sweet young cunt.
I turned my face away and closed my eyes. I understood a great deal then. But what she didn't understand was that I loved the idea of cock inside my cunt. I wanted a big rough thing inside me, and the prick I dreamed about was that of my own father.
I pretended to be asleep. She leaned over me and kissed my mouth and then my tits and whispered, "So don't worry about anything, my dear daughter. Your mother will teach you everything about sex. Tomorrow while your father's at work, we'll do it again. Only this time I'll show you other ways women can make love to each other. Tomorrow I'll make you cum with my tongue and you can do the same to me."
Well, 'tomorrow' I was gone. I knew I couldn't hang around home without things blowing up. I had enjoyed what my mother did to me but lesbian love wasn't what I wanted.
I ran off to Hollywood and got into the hippy scene right away. The first thing I looked for was cock. I wanted to prove to myself that I wasn't a Lesbian, no matter what had happened between my mother and me.
But I had to fool my poor father, though, when he came looking for me. I knew he was looking for me and I told Peggy to take him to the party he told you about.
The whole thing was arranged, the orgy and everything. I hid in another room while the kids balled each other. I had told my girl friend to turn on my old man and she turned him on, all right. She sucked the hell out of him. I watched the whole thing through the partly open door of the bedroom.
Then when I saw him come to, I told the two studs to go to work on me. I knew he'd hear us and come looking. I went down on one boy while the other one humped me from the rear.
I wanted my father to see it all. I wanted him to think of me not as his daughter but as a female who could fuck and suck. Well, it worked just fine, as you know, and we've been enjoying each other ever since.
Q: Do you feel any guilt about what you do?
A: Why should I? I enjoy it and so does my father. I don't think you should feel guilty about something you enjoy.
Q: You certainly are a liberated human being. If my patients felt that way I wouldn't have any business. Guilt is the greatest sickness of all. Did you tell your father about your mother?
A: Of course I did. I'm honest with him and I wanted him to know what kind of woman he was married to. Q: What was his response?
A: That was really when he decided not to go back to her. He said he preferred our relationship because it was an honest one. He also told me that if my mother had told him of her liking for women, he would have understood and even made arrangements for her to have female lovers. But she always hid her true nature, and then tried to take it out on me. This he couldn't tolerate.
Q: May, I want to thank you for this interview. If more people faced the facts of their feelings and emotions and dealt with them honestly, we'd have a lot less sickness. You don't need my help at all.
A: Thank you, Doctor. And thank you for relieving my father when he came to see you. Yes, he told me that you went down on him because he got aroused while he was telling you about us.
Q: You're welcome. It was my pleasure.
A: I'll bet it was. Maybe you'd like to join us for a three-way session sometime.
Q: But I thought you said you weren't Lesbian.
A: In your case I'd make an exception. Besides, I think my father would enjoy it.
That was the end of our interview. But I do see May and her father once in a while. Not on a professional basis, however. And I've never been with two more free and less inhibited people than them.
Having sex with both is, as I told May, my pleasure.
CASE HISTORY NUMBER SEVEN
Name: Dr. Benjamin Wayne
Sex and Age: Male-40
Occupation: Doctor
Dr. Leland's Introduction
Dr. Benjamin Wayne came to see me on his own. Being a general practitioner himself, he knew when he needed psychiatric advice. He was about 40, of average size, with gray temples but otherwise black hair.
The layman doesn't realize this, of course, but many professional people, especially doctors, have deep-rooted emotional problems. Among my patients, for instance, are lawyers, dentists, ministers and others who are very successful on the surface, but with sexual deviations that can drive them up the wall.
Dr. Wayne however, did not look like a man who was going off the deep end. Instead, he was very much at ease, relaxed and smiling as he faced me in my private consultation room.
QUESTION: What brings you to see me, Dr. Wayne? ANSWER: I've heard a lot about you, Doctor Leland. I've heard that you're very competent but I had no idea you were so young and pretty.
Q: Thank you. And you're a very handsome man. Now can we get down to business? If you come to me, I take it you are involved in incest.
A: I certainly am. How shall I begin? Q: Is it your daughter?
A: My TWO daughters! One is Belle, she's seventeen; the other is Rosemary, who is sixteen.
Q: Do you have any other children?
A: That's it. If I had others, I'd end up balling them all, from the way I've been going.
Q: Do you have a wife, Doctor?
A: Yes. Helen. And a very beautiful and sexy woman she is, too. Don't get me wrong, please. I didn't go off the deep end with my daughters because I wasn't sexually satisfied. On the contrary, I get everything I want from my wife Helen. She's the greatest lay in the world. She does everything in bed, straight intercourse, fellatio, everything.
Q: I think we'll get along better if we use the common vernacular, Doctor. We're both grown-up professionals. Are you saying that your wife is a good fuck and she gives great head as a cocksucker?
A: That's what I mean. You're certainly a pro, Dr. Leland. It does make it easier to talk if we use the earthy words, doesn't it?
Q: It certainly does. It saves a lot of pussy-footing around. Go ahead, please, Doctor. How did it all begin?
A: Well, I don't think I had any sex ideas about my two daughters. At least, not until it was thrown right in my face, so to speak. I was just a regular father to them, you understand. They're both still going to school and I did no more than the regular fatherly duties in regard to them.
Q: Evidently, you went further than that.
A: Indeed I did. Much, much further. It seemed that Belle said she wasn't feeling well. Her stomach was upset, she said. I told her to go visit our doctor but she said she'd rather have me examine her. I told her to come by my office right after my regular hours and I'd take a look at her.
Belle is a flashy looking girl, if I do say so myself. She's medium size, with long blonde hair and light blue eyes and a complexion like peaches and cream. She's all legs, too, that she accents by the tiniest mini-skirts you ever saw. And her breasts, though not overly large, are well shaped, round and coming to curved points. Like most girls today, she doesn't wear a bra. Neither do Rosemary and Helen.
I had to wait for Belle the next day. My nurses and my attendants had all left when she came in. She looked very shy and I wondered what was wrong with her.
"To tell you the truth, Daddy," she said, "the reason I don't want anybody else to examine me is because I've got a very intimate problem."
"Well, we'll take care of that," I replied, leading her into an examination room. I indicated the examining table. "Lie down, dear," I went on, "and tell me what you think it is."
She stretched out on the long, high table. I sat down on a stool beside her. Lying down like that made her breasts rise up high and she had to look down at me between the valley of her bosom.
Q: Of her bosom, Dr. Wayne? Weren't we going to use the real words?
A: All right, Doctor Leland ... her tits.
Q: Whose tits, Doctor?
A: My daughter's tits.
Q: That's better. Do go on.
A: I asked her what was wrong. Well, she closed her eyes and turned her head toward the wall. She was shy with me but I tried to assure her. I was a doctor, after all, I said, even though I was her father.
"Now what seems to be the problem?" I asked.
"I had an experience, Daddy," she whispered.
"What sort of experience?"
"A boy touched me."
"Oh? How did he touch you?"
"He took out his thing. His ... his penis, Daddy. It was big and hard. I was fascinated by it. I'd never seen one before. I stared at it, not knowing what to think. It was so large it seemed to have a life of its own."
I swallowed. I never thought I'd have to deal with this sort of thing with Belle. After all, most daughters go to their mothers when they have a sex question.
Q: But you're a doctor. Maybe that's why she went to you.
A: I guess so. Anyway, I was as ill at ease as she was. This was my daughter lying on my examining table, my little girl. And she was telling me that a boy had shown her his penis.
Q: His cock, Doctor. His prick. Isn't that what you mean?
A: That's right. A boy had shown my daughter his hard-on.
"But that shouldn't cause you to hurt," I said.
"But that's not all he did, Daddy," Belle replied. "While I was still sort of hypnotized, he touched me with it ... here!"
Belle, still without looking at me, put her hands down on her groin. Oh, all right, Doctor. On her cunt. Her voice was only a whisper. "Before I knew it, he slipped off my panties and rubbed his thing against me ... here."
I couldn't help it. I was beginning to feel the tingling in my own balls, in my own cock. I was ashamed to admit it to myself but I was getting an erection. The sight of her hands down there, rubbing herself like that, did it to me, daughter or no daughter.
"Did he ... did he put it in?" I gulped.
She shook her head. "No. He just rubbed against me. He rubbed that hard thing on me here and went back and forth with his hips. He was grinding against me. I didn't know what to do, Daddy."
"Why didn't you get away from him?"
"Well, that's what I don't understand. You see, I was beginning to like it. It felt so good! I found I was doing the same thing he was doing. I was rubbing against him. In fact, I spread my legs wider. I suddenly wanted him to put it inside me. It felt like the most natural thing to do, Daddy. Oh, I'm so ashamed!"
She took her hands away. She was breathing heavily and her tits were rising up and down. Her legs squirmed and the tiny mini-skirt fell away. I could see her panties now, the place where her cunt was. I saw the small swelling and realized there was a slight dampness down there. Doctor, I saw my own daughter being turned on!
"'What happened then?" I asked, knowing that my cock was now as hard as granite.
"Well, Daddy, something funny happened. He rubbed faster and faster, that thing still hard against me, and suddenly he gasped and choked and I felt the thing trembling and then I felt very wet down there. Right after that his thing got small and he said he was sorry. Then he turned away, put his thing back in his pants and ran away."
I decided to face the issue, even though it wasn't easy for me. "You realize what happened, don't you, Belle?"
"I ... I think so, Daddy."
"Tell me what you think happened."
"He was trying to make love to me."
"That's right. He was trying to have intercourse with you. What he did was reach a climax. When he was done, he just went away. He must have been quite scared."
"Yes, I guess so. But, Daddy...." She stopped and her hands went down to her cunt again and pressed against it. I stared, fascinated, watching her hands pressing, watching her as she squirmed slightly. "That happened yesterday and ever since then I have the funniest feeling down there. It tickles and it seems as if something wasn't finished."
"Well, he finished but you didn't. That's why it feels the way it does, Belle."
"Are you sure, Daddy?"
"I'm positive."
"But it feels so strange. Something's wrong."
"Believe me, nothing's wrong. That feeling will go away. Now get up and we'll go home."
She sat up, staring at me with fear in her blue eyes. "No, Daddy! I don't believe it'll go away. You've got to help me make sure, Daddy! I'm afraid I got an infection from his thing. Please look at it down there! Please make sure nothing's wrong."
I tried to move away but she clutched me. Her arms were around me and I felt the tips of her breasts crushed against me.
"I ... I don't have to look!" I gasped. My hard-on was harder than ever now. "I know there's nothing wrong!"
"No!" she cried. "Make sure! Look at it!"
Belle released me and ripped off her panties. I couldn't help it. I stared down at that small V of her mound between her legs. I could see the little slit and it seemed to be vibrating. She lay back down again, heaving her chest.
"Look at it, Daddy!" she cried. "Look at it close! Make sure I'm not infected by his thing!"
I wanted to get up and run away from that room. I knew I'd be in trouble if I stayed. This was my daughter and the thought that she was lying there, her panties off, her legs spread out, her cunt exposed while she begged me to look at it was more excitement than I could bear.
But she was on the verge of hysteria. In order to calm her down I declared, "All right, Belle. Take it easy. I'll look at it. But I'm sure there's nothing wrong."
I leaned over to look. My face was only inches away from her box now. It twitched and trembled before my eyes.
"I don't see anything wrong," I whispered.
"Look inside, Daddy," she said. "Open it up and look inside. Please, Daddy, please."
Now I was in a blind trance. I put my hands on her inner thighs. She trembled and sighed deeply. I worked my hands down to her cunt. She sighed again as I got closer.
"Oh, Daddy!" she breathed. "Just the touch of your hand makes me feel good. Do you see anything?"
I couldn't answer her. I was breathing too heavily myself. I knew my cock was in a state of tremendous erection. All I could think about was the sweet nearness of Belle's cunt staring me in the face. I moved my hands still closer and now I touched her pubic hairs. They were soft and silky.
"Ooooooh!" she gapsed. "Closer, Daddy! Closer! Please!
Closer? That meant she wanted my hands still closer to her cunt. The only way I could get closer was to put a finger right into it. I slipped my forefinger inside. I felt the little clit vibrate as I touched it and she squirmed, moving her hips against my finger.
"Oh, that feels much better, Daddy!" she cried softly. "Do it more! You're really a good doctor!"
I gritted my teeth. My cock was ready to explode in my pants. Of course, she didn't know that, I thought. She didn't know that her father wasn't examining her, he was shoving his finger into her cunt out of pure lust now. She didn't know she'd given her father a huge hard-on, giving him a cock that was dying to plunge into that delightful little cunt.
It was the secrecy that made it all the more exciting. Here she thought she was being examined, while all the while I was turned on by Belle and ready to cum in my pants.
I shoved my finger in deep until I could get no more in.
"How does that feel?" I asked, trying to control the passion in my tone.
"I think you're touching the right spot, Daddy. That's exactly where I've got that funny feeling."
I moved my finger in and out. I watched it vanish inside her cunt between those red soft lips, and watched it com out again then in again.
"How does it feel now?" I asked. I really didn't know what I was doing. I was rapidly losing all control.
"It's funny," she said, "but that same funny feeling coming back. Oh, Daddy!" she cried. "It's back! It's back."
I was about to take out my finger but she squeezed he legs together, locking it inside. Not only that, she reached down and pressed my hand harder against her cunt.
"Don't stop!" she cried. "I think if you keep doing that, the feeling will get bigger but then it'll go away again! Do it, Daddy! Give me a treatment, Daddy! Do it! Do it!"
I knew what was happening, of course. She was in a state of terrific sexual excitement and she was about to climax because of what I was doing to her with my finger. She grabbed my hand and helped me as she worked it in and out of her cunt.
"That's good!" she cried. "That's very good! Keep doing it, Daddy! Keep doing it!"
I abandoned all pretense. Lust had taken over completely. It spread all over my body from my cock to my hand that was finger-fucking my own daughter.
"I'll do it!" I cried. "I'll do it, daughter!"
Now I was beyond all control. That box was too sweet to just masturbate. My mouth watered for its taste. I dived down with my head and fastened my mouth on the soft lips.
"Oh!" screamed Belle.
She heaved upward at the contact of my mouth. Her legs wrapped around my head, trapping me in the soft vise. My tongue slipped inside and I tasted the delicious nectar of a virgin.
"That feels so good, Daddy!" she cried as she twisted her hips. "That's the greatest cure of all! I know I'll feel better after this!"
My tongue worked in and out. I was going crazy with passion. The idea that I was sucking my own daughter's cunt incited me to a lust beyond all reason. I grabbed the soft cheeks of her ass, digging my nails into it, pushing and pulling it as I worked my tongue.
I could feel my prick hard against my trousers. It was about to tear itself through the cloth. Without letting up on what my mouth and tongue were doing, I reached down, unzipped my fly and freed my hard-on. It shot out like a cannon.
The next thing I knew, I heaved myself up onto the table and over my daughter. She cried out as she must have seen my cock right over her face.
"My goodness!" she exclaimed. "Daddy, it's bigger and harder than that boy's thing!"
Suddenly I felt a damp heat engulf my penis. I realized in wonder that she had taken it into her mouth. Deep into her mouth. I heaved my ass up and down, fucking her head as I sucked her cunt.
The world went crazy. I couldn't truly realize what was happening. Civilization as I knew it no longer existed. We were two animals, my daughter and I, giving each other a sixty-nine there on my examining table.
Our mouths worked like fury, our heads bobbed up and down. I know that all sensation was concentrated on my cock and what she was doing to it, and on my tongue and what I was doing to her. Every nerve in my body tingled, every sense roared.
Now I worked my tongue and my ass faster. Her lips fastened around my cock, holding it tight as I drove it in and out. And my tongue slipped in and out of her, my head driving it as fast as possible.
Then, when I reeled with dizziness, I grabbed her ass and plunged my cock deep into her throat. Stars exploded, my senses reeled as I came, the love offering pouring into her mouth in a torrent. At the same time I felt her cunt vibrate and the virgin's juices poured over my tongue.
We seemed to cum forever, but it was over at last. I collapsed on her, my face buried between her thighs. But she still kept my prick in her mouth, cooing as she sucked the last drops out of it.
That was it, Doctor Leland. After it was over, we both got up very quietly, satisfied but abashed at what we had done.
She was the first to break the silence. She pulled her panties back on and said, "Thank you, Daddy. You've cured me of my itch."
"Cured you?" I exclaimed. "Do you realize what we've done? We've committed incest!"
"I know that. But it made me happy. Did it make you happy?"
"Of course it did. But what's going to happen to us now?"
She smiled and put her arms around me. She stroked my cock inside my pants. "Daddy, don't be an old fuddy-duddy. These are modern times. What we did, we did naturally. Nature just sort of took over. You're a doctor, you ought to know that."
"Yes, I'm a doctor, but I'm also your father."
She squeezed the lump in my pants. "Uh-uh. You're also a man. And I'm a woman. One thing led to another and we did what we had to do. Don't feel guilty, Daddy. I'd like us to do this again and again. And maybe you can also help Rosemary."
"Your sister!"
"That's right. She's also got an itch down there, Doctor Daddy. I'm sure she'd like the same treatment from our father."
I was trapped, Doctor Leland.
Q: You mean you also sucked your other daughter?
A: Sucked and fucked. It happened that same night. My wife fell asleep and I couldn't stand it any longer. I had a hard-on that wouldn't quit. I got up and stole into my daughters' room. Boy, were they ready for me! In fact, they had started without me, if you know what I mean.
Q: What do you mean?
A: Well, they were already at it. Both of them were naked and Belle was on top of Rosemary, fucking her as if she were a man. They were rubbing their cunts together.
Q: That's called tribadism, when two women rub their clits against each other to orgasm.
A: I know. Well, the sight made me hotter than I was. I moved quickly toward them. Rosemary saw me first. She was on the bottom and stretched her arms toward me.
"Daddy!" she cried. "Belle told me how you cured her itch! Cure mine, Daddy, cure mine!"
She shoved the laughing Belle away and I jumped on top of her. My cock went into her cunt without my hand to guide it, I was so anxious.
"Oh, this is better than doing it with Belle!" Rosemary gasped. "Oh, it's so big inside me! Oh, it fills me all up! Move it around, Daddy! Move it in and out until I feel better! Here, I'll help you!"
She heaved up and my cock struck bottom. She gasped in joy. She grabbed me around my waist and pulled me to her.
"I'm not curing you, Rosemary. I'm fucking you!"
"Then fuck me, Daddy! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck me!"
I drove into her in a long, steady drive. My cock was burning, my balls were about to explode. Suddenly I felt Belle on top of me.
"Let me help, Daddy and Rosemary! Let me help you fuck each other!"
She drove her cunt onto my ass. I could feel the softness against it. She reached around and grabbed the base of my prick as I drove it into her sister's cunt.
We were all one, father and two daughters, fucking together. I heaved and pushed, so did Belle and so did Rosemary. In a matter of minutes, I came, my cock exploding its hot lava into Rosemary, while she came with me, and so did Belle.
The whole world melted all around me. I was surrounded with flesh, with female flesh, with my daughters' flesh.
I collapsed, overcome with passion.
"Is this a private party or can anyone join in?"
I was astonished to hear Helen's voice. My wife had come into the bedroom and was standing there in her sheer nightgown. Smiling, she stripped herself and in an instant was nude, her lovely shape, her breasts, her cunt, her ass bared to our eyes.
Well, if this was madness, make the most of it, I said to myself. I reached up and pulled her down to the bed beside us. The next minute, we were all doing it together.
I was fucking Helen, Helen was sucking Rosemary's cunt and Belle was sucking Helen's tits.
We did it all night, too, until we were all too exhausted to do more. That morning, over a late breakfast, we made a pact with each other. Deciding that we enjoyed what we did, we would keep doing it.
Helen, it seemed, had often wondered about incest, especially since she confessed to us that she had always had the urge to fuck a woman.
She had awakened and missed me in bed. Thinking I was ill, she had looked for me. When she saw what I was doing to our daughters, all her hidden passions were aroused. She asked no questions. All she wanted was to get a piece of the action.
Well, Doctor, we've been at it for months now. But I've been worried that this would lead to sickness and I had to talk about it to you.
Q: Are your daughters on The Pill?
A: They don't have to be. I'm sterile.
Q: Then there's nothing to worry about. Enjoy, enjoy.
A: Thank you, Doctor.
Q: You're welcome, Doctor.
A: By the way, I'd like to invite you to my home for dinner and an evening. I'd like you to meet my wife and daughters.
Q: I'd love to. But would an evening be long enough time to get acquainted with each one of you?
A: Hmmmm. I see what you mean. Make it the whole night then.
Q: That's better. When shall it be?
A: Tonight? Why wait? I see you're anxious to get to know my family.
Q: I'm very anxious. In fact, I'm hot to know them. Is eight o'clock all right?
A: Don't be late, Doctor, or we'll start without you. Q: I'll be on time, don't worry.
Dr. Leland's Personal Note:
I did visit with Dr. Benjamin Wayne and his wife and two daughters. I found them a physically healthy group, as well as an uninhibited one. After a pleasant dinner, I expressed professional curiosity as to their sexual behavior. They invited me to watch as they indulged in a four-way orgy.
They were extremely skillful in what they did and seemed to have a very happy time at it. In fact, after about an hour of watching them in their large bedroom, they invited me to join with them. I did so and had sex with them all while they all serviced me, one at a time, and then, for the grand climax, all together.
Dr. Benjamin Wayne impaled me with his cock while I was kneeling, the introduction being made into my ass. At the same time, his wife was underneath me and she treated me to cunnilingus. Belle, meanwhile, was in a position where I could perform the same act on her with my tongue, and Rosemary moved from one to the other of us, kissing various parts of our body until we all came in one grand and glorious explosion.
I must say it was one of the most exciting orgies in which I have ever indulged.
CASE HISTORY NUMBER EIGHT
Name: Stella Peters
Age and Sex: 40-Female
Occupation: Nurse
Dr. Leland's Introduction
I had a strange telephone call one afternoon. It was a woman who wouldn't give her name but insisted she see me right away. As a professional psychiatrist, I don't turn down anyone who wants to see me. Such people are usually desperate and need my help. So I gave her an appointment.
She came in at the right hour. The woman was nervous and sat very still and rigid. She was about forty and quite prim. Fairly attractive, she was very neat. She had good legs, I noticed, and a full bosom. She was dressed in a short skirt which showed off her legs very well, and wore a stylish shirt.
I sat quietly and patiently, waiting for her to begin. That is my usual procedure in cases like that. They want to talk in their own good time and they know what they want to say. They just have to do it their own way.
She finally said, "I guess I'd better tell you my name, Dr. Leland.
Q: If you want to. It's up to you.
A: I'm Stella Peters. I'm a nurse by profession.
Q: Do you work in a hospital?
A: No. I'm with a physician. Dr. Benjamin Wayne.
* * *
Dr. Wayne, of course, I knew, as I knew his wife and daughters. I looked at Stella curiously. What could she have to do with incest? She didn't look the type. But then I remembered there was no such thing as an incestuous type.
They come from all levels of society, from the lowest to the highest. The urge to procreate with your own close relative can strike anyone.
* * *
Q: Did Dr. Wayne send you to see me?
A: No. I saw your name in his files. I've heard about you, Dr. Leland, of course, and I knew you'd be the only one I can talk to.
Q: Feel free, Miss Peters.
A: Mrs. Peters, Doctor. I'm a widow. My husband died four years ago. Since his departure, I haven't had any sexual feelings until-
Q: Go on, please. You can tell me anything you want to.
A: Well, some men have been interested. Handsome men, too, and well off. But when Henry left, all my sex desires seemed to die with him.
The last fellow I dated, Joe Meyers, took me for a drive in his car. That was after a good dinner in a fine restaurant where he made sure I had plenty to drink. He had only one idea in mind, however. He wanted to have intercourse with me.
Q: Mrs. Peters, before we go on, have you used other words to describe the act of intercourse?
A: Only when my husband and I made love. And then again recently when I-
Q: It'll make it much easier if you use the words now, Mrs. Peters. After all, you are going to talk about fucking, aren't you?
A: I guess I am. All right. You know best, Doctor. Joe wanted to fuck me. That's why he took me out and got me drunk and parked on a lonely road. He reached right over and put his arms around me. I pushed him away, however.
"What's the matter with you, Stella?" he asked.
"Nothing, Joe," I replied. "Please take me home."
"Wait a minute. Hell, do you know I've got this terrific hard-on for you? Don't you want to suck it? Don't you want me to put it in your cunt?"
"Don't talk to me that way, Joe. I'm a lady!"
"You're a cunt! I know you haven't had a cock since your husband died. What's the matter? Aren't you normal?"
He tried to grab my breasts but again I shoved him away. Then he unzipped his pants and took out his cock. I couldn't help looking at it. It was enormous as he held it in his hand.
"That's right!" he exclaimed. "Look at it, Stella! Look at my big hard-on! Go on! Bend over and kiss it! Did you ever suck your husband's cock, Stella? Did he ever shove his tongue in your cunt?"
"Stop it!" I cried. "You're disgusting!"
"Disgusting?" he replied angrily. "You think sex is disgusting? How'd you ever give birth to your son?"
"You leave Jack out of this," I retorted angrily.
Now he was stroking his cock, moving his hand up and down on it.
"He's got to be like you, Stella. He's got to hate sex too. I understand he just broke up with his girl. What happened, did she want some cock and didn't he want to give it to her? What's her address, Stella? I'll go see her and give her all the prick she needs. I'll put it in her mouth, in her cunt, in her ass, between her tits ... anywhere!"
He was moving his hand faster now. I saw his prick get even larger and redder as his hand masturbated it.
"Take me home!" I cried.
"Not yet, Stella!" he replied. He was excited as anything now. His eyes got glassy and heavy-lidded. His hand jerked off like a machine. He raised up off the seat until his groin and his cock were almost level with my chest.
"Look at it, Stella!" he cried. "Look at my cock! It's going to cum! It's going to explode all over you!"
He aimed that great red head of a cock right at me and the juice spurted out of it in great globs. They shot into my face, onto my breasts, everywhere. I tried to turn away. But the jism kept hitting me in the neck, on my bare arms.
At last he was through. He was much quieter as he put away his relaxed penis and started the car.
"There's a towel in the glove compartment," he said quietly. "Clean yourself up, Stella. I'm sorry for what I did. I was excited and horny and I had to do something. I'll take you home now."
When I got home I was glad my son Jack wasn't home to see me in the condition I was. I rushed right into the shower and soaped and rinsed myself a dozen times to get rid of the stench of Joe's come all over me. I even ripped up my clothes and put them in the garbage pail. You can see what a condition I was in, Doctor.
Q: I do see. Why were you so against sex? A: I don't know. I never used to get very excited with my husband, either. Oh, we'd fuck often enough, at least once a month, but I never really enjoyed it.
Q: Only once a month? Do you know how rare that is? A: Is it? I wouldn't know.
Q: Did anything traumatic happen in your childhood to turn you against sex? A: I don't think so. Q: Think hard, please.
A: Well, no one ever tried to do anything to me. Although-Q: Yes?
A: My sister....
Q: What about her? Did she make a sex play for you?
A: Oh, no. But one night I heard a sound in the hallway. I must have been about ten, I guess. Trudy was a year older. Trudy was always the pretty one. I was plain, I'm afraid.
Anyway, I got up and went to the door, opened it slightly and peeked out. It was a hot night so I didn't have any clothes on at all.
Q: What did you see?
A: My father. And Trudy.
Q: What were they doing?
A: Fucking. My sister was stark naked and she was up on my father. That is, he was holding her up and her legs and arms were around him.
Q: Was your father naked also?
A: No, his pants were down at his ankles. His ass was bouncing back and forth. He seemed to be driving some part of himself into her. Trudy was hanging on to him with all her might and her ass was also moving back and forth.
"Oh, give it to me, Father!" she gasped. "Drive it into me! I love it!"
I couldn't imagine what she was talking about. And then I saw it. His cock, I mean. They shifted a little as they moved against each other and I saw the big hard thing up between his legs. And I saw it plunge in and out of her little hole.
That was what she was asking for, my father's cock, and he was certainly giving it to her. In and out the big thing moved. (Later, of course, I knew it was his cock, but I'd never seen one up to then.) He grasped her little ass and drove it onto his hard-on.
"I'm fucking you, Trudy!" he cried. "Father's fucking his little girl!"
"Fuck me!" she replied.
It was the first time I'd heard the word, too, so I learned its meaning right away. Maybe that's why I've been so reluctant to use it since that time.
Trudy was bouncing on his cock like a madwoman. She was going crazy with passion. Her eyes were wild and she gnashed her teeth.
"I'm coming, Father!" she cried. "Kiss my tits! Bite them!"
Father lowered his head and took one of her little tits in his mouth. At the same time he seemed to plunge his hips forward and stopped. His ass shook and so did Trudy's. They both vibrated as Trudy whispered: "I'm coming! Oh, you're coming too, Father! Shoot it into me! Let me have it all!"
Whatever they were doing was over. Trudy got down and she knelt in front of him. His big cock was dangling right in front of her face. She took it in her hand.
"I love my father's great big beautiful cock," she whispered. "I love when it drives into my cunt and comes and makes me come! Ohhh, how I love it!"
She kissed it. She ran her tongue over it. Then she took it into her mouth. Father shivered. He clutched her head to hold it close to his cock.
"You're going to make me come again, Trudy," he whispered. "Mother's a heavy sleeper but if I cum in your mouth you know it makes me scream and we'll wake her up."
Trudy took his cock out of her mouth.
"Fuck Mother," she said. "But you're right. I'd better get back to bed. Tomorrow is school." She got up and kissed Father's mouth. "Can we do it again tomorrow night, Father? I can't go one day without your cock inside my cunt."
"Same time, same place," he said, and patted her on the fanny. She went into her room and he moved toward the bathroom.
I didn't know what to think. I loved my father as much as Trudy did but he had never done anything like that to me. He'd never put his cock into my cunt or anything.
Q: Did it excite you to see your sister and your father fucking each other?
A: Did it! Without my realizing it, I had put my finger into my cunt while I watched them. I didn't reach a climax but it really felt good. I imagined my father was doing to me what he was doing to Trudy.
I imagined my finger was my father's prick and he was shoving it into me. But somehow I also felt it wasn't the same thing. I wanted more. I wanted my father's fucking. I wanted him to do to me what he had done to Trudy. After all, wasn't I his daughter, too?
He was still in the bathroom and would be coming out any minute. I walked over and planted myself in front of the door. Remember, I was naked, just like Trudy was. I was ready for him.
The door opened. My father came out and stopped dead, staring at me.
"What the hell are you doing out here, Stella?" he said angrily. "Do you want to catch cold? Now get to bed."
And he moved past me and into his own bedroom. I was humiliated, ashamed, mortified. He hadn't even noticed me. He hadn't seen my nakedness, my little tits, my virginal, ready cunt.
I was left alone in the hallway. I burst into tears and rushed into my room. I hated him! I hated all men! I hated my sister. And I hated cocks and what they did to girls!
I know my father and my sister fucked quite often after that. I used to catch them at it when they didn't know I was looking. But he never touched me, the bastard!
Well, I grew up and got married. Not because I loved my husband but because it was the thing to do. We used to fuck, as I've said, but I never enjoyed it. I had one son, Jack. He's a wonderful looking boy but we were never very close. He was always busy with sports and with girls.
When my husband died, Jack was all I had left except for my work as a nurse. As I've said, I've dated, but there was no more sex for me. Dr. Wayne looked at me once in a while in a funny way, too. I'm sure that if I'd given him any encouragement, if I wanted to get laid, he would have thrown me a good hump. But I never responded to him.
Well, Jack got engaged to a lovely girl. They were going to get married but she broke up with him for some reason. He's twenty years old now, half my age. The break-up really affected Jack. He works at a department store as an apprentice buyer. He used to come home, shower, change and go out. But after he and his girl broke up, all he did was stay home and stare out the window. I felt terrible for him but there wasn't anything I could do for him, I thought. I couldn't even advise him since I was so inexperienced, really, with the opposite sex.
Then came the incident at Dr. Wayne's office. It changed my whole life and my son's.
Q: What was that?
A: I saw Dr. Wayne and his daughter Bette suck each other off. Q: Oh?
A: I see you're shocked, doctor. Well, so was I, but not for long. It happened one afternoon. I was supposed to have left at the end of the day but instead I went to Dr. Wayne's lab to arrange some filing that I'd forgotten about. I'd left the door only slightly open and I heard Dr. Wayne and his daughter come into the examining room right in the adjoining room.
I was about to come out, excuse myself and-leave. But something made me stay, I don't know what. I heard her tell him that she'd had some sort of experience with a boy who'd put his prick on her pussy. I froze in sudden excitement.
Somehow, the whole concept of a daughter telling her father about pricks and cunts enthralled me. It reminded me of my father and my sister.
I peeked through the door opening. Belle (that's Dr. Wayne's daughter) was stretched out on the table and he had his finger in her cunt. I could see her face. It looked like my sister's face, filled with lust and excitement.
Well, what can I say? I saw them suck each other until they both climaxed. And, for the first time since I was a child, I got excited! As I watched, I shoved my finger into my cunt and masturbated until I came!
When they left and I was alone, I was still excited. It was more than the sex, Doctor. I had made a discovery. I knew why I hadn't liked men. It was because my father had rejected me. If he had fucked me as he did my sister, I would have accepted sex. And when I saw Doctor Wayne sucking his own daughter and she sucking him, I had the answer.
I could get excited only at the idea of incest.
I couldn't get worked up over just any man. It had to be somebody close to me, like my father. Or ... MY SON!
Does that sound terrible to you, Doctor? Oh, how could it? Incest is what you deal in, isn't it?
Yes, I wanted to fuck my own son, my own twenty-year-old son Jack! The thought of it got me more excited than ever. I took my finger out of my cunt and leaned weakly against the wall.
Yes, I wanted to have intercourse with Jack but I knew it was impossible. Why, he and I barely looked at each other, no less have that kind of thoughts about one another. But I couldn't get the thought out of my mind. I had to seduce him!
I wanted his cock in my mouth. I wanted to blow him until he came and then I wanted to fuck me in my cunt. There was no other way. It had to be done.
I rushed home. I knew he was working late that night and would have dinner downtown. He'd be home at about eleven. That gave me plenty of time to get ready.
I showered and perfumed myself all over. I even douched myself deep in my cunt, tingling all over at what I hoped was going to happen.
I put on extra make-up, trying to make myself look as young as possible for my son. I was naked as I did this. I wanted to be naked. I wanted to feel naked. I wanted to feel fuckable, if you know what I mean.
I caught reflections of myself in the mirror. I don't look like much with clothes on, Doctor, but naked I must admit I look pretty good. Very young, in fact.
My breasts are round and firm, my flesh is solid, too. I have a small waist and just the hint of curves in the hips and my legs are long and well-shaped.
Naked, I'm a knockout. I look very much as I did when I was eighteen. I surprised myself as I stood before my full-length mirror. It was as though I were looking at some other woman, at a very young and sensual woman.
I cupped my breasts. I lowered my head and took a nipple into my mouth. I'd never done anything like that but now it seemed like the right thing to do. I ran my tongue over my nipple and saw it rise up hard.
My son had once sucked on that nipple, I thought as I excited myself still more. With luck, he'll suck on it again.
I ran my hands down my sides and into the valley between my thighs. I touched the hair and played with my cunt. I felt the excitement build still more inside there as my nerves started to tingle all over.
I took my hands away. If I kept this up, I'd have several climaxes and I didn't want it to end up this way. I wanted Jack to fuck me to a climax.
I had a couple of glasses of wine then, at a quarter to eleven, I got onto my bed. Remember, I was still naked. I didn't cover myself except for a thin sheet.
Jack came into the apartment right on time. I heard him turn the key and come in. I'd left some lights on in the living room but only a dim night light on in my bedroom.
I heard him pass my door on the way to his room.
"Jack!" I called weakly.
His footsteps stopped. "Yes, Mother? Are you all right?"
"No, son. Can you come in for a minute, please?"
He came in. I saw his tall shape dimly in the soft light. I know he couldn't see me yet. His eyes were not accustomed to the dimness.
"What's wrong, Mother?" he asked tenderly. "Are you ill?"
"Please come closer, dear."
I was trembling as he came to the side of the bed. I knew he could begin to see me now and the outline of my body was firmly formed by the thin sheet. As for me, I couldn't get over how handsome he was, how strong looking and yet so sad because of what his girl had done to him.
"Can I do anything?" he asked.
"I sprained my back, dear," I said. "I did it trying to lift a package. I called Dr. Wayne but he said he couldn't do anything about it until tomorrow. But he did say you could do something to help me, however."
"Of course, Mother. Just name it."
Oh, could I have named it! Fuck! Suck! Screw! Hump! And Fuck Again! That's how I could have named it. But that would only have frightened him away, I was sure. He had to be eased into it. He had to be led so he'd suspect nothing of what I had in mind. It's a wise son that knows his own mother!
I sighed deeply. "He said you could give me a back massage, Jack."
I saw his start a bit. "Me? Massage you, Mother?"
"Are you embarrassed, son, are you ashamed to massage your own mother?"
"Well ... yes, to tell the truth."
I reached up for his hand. It was hot and trembling. I squinted my eyes so I could look at his crotch without his seeing me. My son had the beginning of an erection! I could see the growing bulge in his pants. And that hard-on was for me-his mother!
"You mustn't feel that way," I told him. "Have you ever massaged your old girl friend?"
His hand trembled even more. "Yes," he whispered harshly.
"Then you must know how to do it. Just pretend I'm not your mother, Jack. Pretend I'm a girl friend who needs herself massaged very much. Then you'll be able to do it."
I pulled him closer to me. He began to bend over. Now I saw his cock was very large indeed. It was ready to bust right out of his pants. I longed to unzip him, take it out and put my mouth to it. But patience was important now even though my mouth and cunt were already hot for him.
"I'll turn over," I said. I turned over without taking the sheet away. "And you can put your hands under the sheet to massage me. That way it won't shame you to see your mother's naked body."
"Mother!" he exclaimed. "Don't you have any nightclothes on?"
"How could you massage me through nightclothes?" I asked.
I took his hand again and put it under the sheet and onto my back. His hand shivered at the contact. So did my flesh.
"Go ahead, son," I whispered. "Do it to me. Make your mother feel good."
My eyes were closed. My thoughts were filled of the images of my father and Trudy and of Dr. Wayne and his daughter. Incest was uppermost in my mind as my son's hand moved timidly over my flesh.
"Harder!" I said. "Rub me harder, son!"
His hands moved with more assurance now under the sheet. They were on my shoulders and then they moved to my spine.
"That's right," I said. "That feels good. Go down my spine, son. That's where it really hurts."
I knew that once he moved down my spine the sheet would move aside. Then he would see his mother's beautiful smooth curved back. His hands moved as I ordered. His fingers dug in tenderly, sending chills all over me. He must have felt me shiver.
"Are you cold, Mother?" he asked.
"On the contrary," I whispered hoarsely. "I'm rather hot. Just keep doing what you're doing, son. Lower, please, lower. Right down as low as you can get. Ah, that feels so goooood!"
And it did feel good. My son's hands were very low on my spine now. Pressing hard, they forced my body downward on the bed and my cunt was rubbing against the mattress. My boobs, too, were aroused now. They had become hard and my nipples were turgid with passion.
I heard Jack breathing hard now. His fingers were at the tops of the two mounds of my ass. I lifted my hips and they began to grind them onto the bed. Now Jack began to work harder, too. It was no longer a mere massage. It was a working of my body.
I reached back and tore off the sheet. I was completely exposed now to my son. I heard him gasp. But he didn't stop working. Instead, he went right down to my ass. One hand was on each cheek and he rubbed and moved vigorously.
"It feels wonderful, Jack!" I exclaimed, my voice choked with lust.
"I'm glad, Mother," he replied softly.
Never had I been so aroused, not even at the time I saw my father and sister fucking. My blood raced through my veins at the thought that Jack was seeing me completely nude and his hands were on my body.
I felt his fingers work closer to the crack. It was time now to abandon all pretense. I lifted my ass and spread my legs. I knew he could now see the crack of my cunt.
"Lower, son!" I cried. "Lower!"
"But if I go any lower, Mother, I'll be in your...." He stopped, unable to go on.
I knew I had to take desperate measures now. His cock, I knew, was in a state of erection. His physical nature had already run away from his mental reservations.
I recalled the scene in Dr. Wayne's office. Belle, when her father had gone down on her, had reached back and taken out his cock. I decided that if she could do that, so could I. There was no turning back now. I was one mother who had to get fucked by her son. It was the only way I could find sexual freedom and release.
I reached back, groped for his groin, and found what I was looking for. My hand rested on a hardness you wouldn't believe. When I grasped his cock, Jack gasped, "Oh, Mother!"
At the same instant, his finger dove into my cunt.
"Yes, son!" I cried ecstatically. "That's the spot!"
He dug in deeper. My cunt walls grasped his fingers.
"Yes, Jack! You've found it! Massage it, son! Hurry!"
I found the top of his zipper and worked it down. His prick fairly popped into my hand. I felt the soft skin around the hard shaft. I worked the flesh up and down.
Now I got up on my knees, my ass protruding so he could reach my cunt better.
"Mother!" Jack cried. "What am I doing? What are we doing?"
"Don't you know, son?" I gasped as I worked my cunt and ass back and forth against his hand. "We're about to fuck! Don't you want to fuck me, Jack? Don't you want to fuck your mother?"
I was jerking him as fast as I could now. My insides were churning with desire. This was the answer to my sex problem. It was right in my hand ... my son't burning prick!
"Yes!" Jack shouted at last. "Yes! I want to fuck you, Mother!"
I laughed aloud in joy! All the barriers were down now.
"Then fuck me, you beautiful sonofabitch!" I cried. "Strip off your clothes, get on top of your mother and fuck the living hell out of her! Hurry!"
I let go of his cock very reluctantly. I was still on my knees, my ass sky-high. I heard the rustle of his clothes as he ripped them off. I also heard his rapid, excited gasping. Then I almost jumped into the air with joy as I felt him kneel behind me.
His cock throbbed against my ass. I reached back and grasped it. It was bigger and harder than ever.
"Let Mother put it in, dear," I whispered.
"Do it, Mother! Put it in before I explode! Hurry!"
I shoved the head of his cock against my cuntlips. He began to move his hips back and forth.
"Oh, you're in such a hurry, son! You're in such a hurry to hump me!"
"Yes! I am! I can't help it now!"
"Then hump me!" And with that I shoved his cock straight into me. I almost jumped off the bed as it charged inward. It was huge and it penetrated me so deeply, I felt like a virgin being raped by a bull.
But I had no time to think of anything. He grabbed me around the waist and rammed into me, gasping, hissing through his teeth. I rammed back at him, wanting to feel every inch of his cock.
I felt his groin hit my ass, his balls against the bottom of my cunt. They were swollen into one large mass as hard as his cock. We found our own rhythm very quickly. It was as if we'd been fucking all our lives, it was so natural. And why not? Weren't we mother and son? Hadn't he been the result of fucking between me and my husband?
My own excitement was mind boggling. All the sexual desires I thought I never had now exploded with full force as my son rammed into my cunt from behind. In that position, he could go all the way in and I felt everything happening to me.
I was suddenly a woman of great lust and passion. I had quick flash images of Dr. Wayne and Belle sucking each other off. I remembered my sister with her legs wrapped around my father as they fucked. But most of all I realized that I was committing incest with my own twenty-year-old son, that he was ramming his cock into me and I was going crazy!
And so was he. "Oh, Mother!" he cried. "This is so wonderful!"
"Does it feel good?" I asked as we pumped each other.
He charged in, driving his cock deep. "It feels terrific! I never dreamed this would happen! We should have been fucking for years!"
"I know that! Well, we'll do lots of this, son, don't worry! You and I've got a lot of screwing to catch up with!"
He leaned forward and grabbed both my tits. Hanging onto them, massaging them, he worked even harder against my ass.
"You've got great tits, Mother, and a great cunt and ass! But isn't it wrong for us to fuck? Isn't this incest?"
"Yes, it's incest when mother and son fuck. But doesn't it feel good?"
"Yes!"
"And it is wrong for us to do this, isn't it, Jack? It's wrong for you to shove your cock into me and fuck me!"
"Yes! It's wrong!"
And he drove even harder into me, holding my breasts even harder.
"Oh, son, it's wrong for you to hump your mother! It's wrong to work that great big cock into me and hump me! It's wrong for me to get so excited and pretend I'm sick so you could massage me! It's wrong for me to give you such a hard-on that you can't help fucking me! And it's wrong for me to start to come and have my climax because that's what I'm about to do!"
"Me too!" he cried, working as fast as light. "I'm going to come too!"
"Come, son! Come right into my cunt! Explode inside me! Let me feel it all!"
"I'm coming, Mother!"
"I'm coming, son!"
The heavens exploded. I felt his cock grow larger and then he shot into me, waves and waves of love juices from my son's prick. I exploded at the same moment, everything melting inside me against his hard-on.
I collapsed and he fell on top of me. He and I were still coming, however, and it didn't stop for long moments. His cock stayed hard, too, even after we both finished climaxing, and it stayed inside me.
He was gasping heavily. "Oh, Mother! What have we done?"
I moved aside until we were lying side by side. I cradled his head in my arms. "We've fucked, son."
"Yes. It's funny but I don't feel as if we've done anything wrong."
"Listen, Jack, I must tell you the truth. I've never felt sexual excitement until this moment. The fact is that's the only way I can feel good-by fucking someone in my own family. By fucking you. Otherwise I can't feel anything." I held his head closer.
"Open your mouth, dear," I whispered. "Please take my titty in your mouth."
He did and sucked it very tenderly. My nipple grew hard in his mouth. I reached down and held his cock. It was only half-hard but as I worked it it began to grow. His eyes were closed as he sucked my tit and he looked as peaceful as a baby.
"Are you too tired to fuck me again?" I asked.
He nodded without taking his mouth away.
"But you're cock's getting hard again. I'll have to do something about that, son. You just lie still and rest. Mother will do it all."
I moved down and kissed his cock. He twitched and moaned happily. That cock was right in front of me now. I kissed the base of it and ran my tongue up the shaft toward the head.
He shoved forward, wanting more. I decided that if my son was going to be spoiled, I'd spoil him good.
I opened my mouth and took in the head of his cock. It tasted sweet. It had both his come and mine on it still and the combination was delicious. But the sensation was too much for my son. He grabbed my head, shoved it down hard on his cock and shoved his groin upward at the same time.
"Suck it, Mother!" he cried. "Oh, suck my cock!"
I worked my mouth up and down. I felt his cock against the roof of my mouth and then down against my throat. It seemed like a thing alive as it charged in and out. Jack grabbed my head harder, thrusting his hips upward.
"Oh, it's so good!" he cried. "Take it all the way in!"
I couldn't take it in much further without choking. But I wanted to please him so I tried my best. I'd never sucked cock before, never wanted to. But with my son Jack it seemed the natural thing to do. I wanted to eat him up.
And when he came, shooting his juice in my mouth, I also came.
We both rested after that, falling asleep in each other's arms.
That was a few weeks ago, Doctor. Jack and I have been fucking ever since. What do you think?
Q: Mrs. Peters, you were virtually unresponsive all of your adult life because of a traumatic experience. This was due to your father's rejection of your love when you knew he was screwing your sister. Because of that, you rejected love yourself.
But all your senses were re-awakened when you saw Dr. Wayne doing it with his daughter. It brought back all your latent sexuality. You realized the core of the problem and sought out the answer through your son. You were right, of course, and did the only thing that would make you a complete woman at last. Tell me, how does Jack feel about all this?
A: He can't get enough of me. He wants me every minute of the day and night. We both go home for lunch but all we eat is each other. He loves fucking me as much as I enjoy making it with him.
Q: Have you discussed his future and yours?
A: We certainly have. If either, or both of us, gets married, we'll see each other from time to time so we can retain our happy and satisfying relationship. We don't intend to give it up. Fucking each other means too much to us.
Q: Then I don't see that you have any problem, Mrs. Peters. Just keep up as you're doing. And by the way . ... A: Yes, Doctor?
Q: The next time you fuck with your son, give him an extra fuck and suck for me, will you?
A:-I certainly will. Maybe we can get together sometime.
Q: Would you two like to attend one of my group therapy sessions? It consists of patients who indulge only in incest. They let everything hang out.
A: We'd certainly love to be there. Goodbye and thank you, Doctor Leland.
CASE HISTORY NUMBER NINE
Name: Lola Quinlan
Age and Sex: 16-Female
Occupation: Student
Dr. Leland's Introduction
The principal of a nearby high school is a very close and dear friend of mine. In fact, Thomas Highland and I used to go to school together. He'd had a big crush on me then and wanted to marry me. But I had to confess to him that I cared only for incestual relationships. Tom understood, being a very sophisticated person, and we kept in touch with each other through the years.
One day he called me at my office and asked me if I would interview one of his students. This was Lola Quinlan, a sixteen-year-old who was having a problem, he was sure. He said that Lola had been caught necking with her own brother, Tim. Tim was seventeen and the school athletic hero.
"I think incest is involved here, Jane," said Tom. "Will she be willing to see me?"
"I suspect she's very eager to talk about it. In fact, I had to stop her from telling me after she was brought to my office when she was caught kissing her brother. I had to stop her. After all, I'm not a qualified person in those matters."
"But I don't understand, Tom. What's wrong with a girl kissing her brother?"
"Ordinarily, nothing. But they were caught in the boy's locker room when it was otherwise empty. She had her tongue deep in his mouth and her hand deep in his pants."
"I'll see her," I said.
* * *
Lola Quinlan was a typical Southern California golden girl. She was tall, with long blonde hair and long legs and tanned skin. Her movements were free and easy as she strolled into my office and took a seat on my couch.
I couldn't keep my eyes off her body. It was very exciting. She was tall and lean in the right places and curved in the other right places. Her breasts jutted out like twin turrets. She wore a boy's blouse unbuttoned almost to her navel and I could see the soft cream of her breasts. She also wore a skirt that was so short it was easy to see her panties and the rise of her sex mound as she sat down.
"How can I help you, Lola?" I asked.
"I don't know that I need help, Doctor. But Mr. Highland said you're a good listener and I've got to talk to somebody."
She smiled, showing a dazzling row of white teeth against her sun-burnt skin.
QUESTION: What do you want to talk about?
ANSWER: My brother Larry. I'm in love with him. Q: In love with your own brother? You mean sexually?
A: Why not? Every other girl in school has wet pants for him. Why shouldn't I?
Q: Suppose you tell me. I understand you were found in a very compromising situation.
A: Compromising? That's a laugh! Hell, if we weren't caught I'd be sucking him off in another second. I love to suck my brother's cock. It's the biggest cock in town.
Q: How do you know that? Have you sucked off others?
A: No. But my girl friends have told me. They've blown him and they've blown other boys and they say he's the biggest. I believe it, too. Do you know what? He comes like a horse when I blow him.
Q: How long has this relationship been going on, Lola?
A: About a month now. Gosh! Think of all the time we've wasted! But we're making up for it just fine. Do you know my cunt and mouth are both sore from all that fucking and sucking? I wouldn't miss it for the world, though.
Q: How did it begin?
A: Well, I've been in love with my brother Larry ever since I started to get boobs. I used to masturbate thinking of him, he's so good looking and all. He's a football star in school, you know, and he's built like an Adonis. What shoulders! What a chest! What a cock!
Q: Please go on, Lola. You're getting all excited.
A: Oh, sure. Excuse me. But I can't help getting turned on when I think of Larry. Anyway, I used to stare at him and moon all by myself. He's always been one grade ahead of me and when I went to high school, he was already a big athlete.
I used to see the girls going crazy over him. They used to carry his pictures around all the time. And I wished that he'd carry mine, too.
You know how girls are. They like to brag when a big star makes a play for them. And they'll shout it to the skies if he fucks them. Well, that's how the girls are in my high school. They weren't even afraid to tell me my brother was banging them. Hell, he must have had every pussy in school ... except mine, damn it!
"Gosh, Lola, can your brother throw a mean piece," one girl, Sheila told me. "He's got a prick that just won't quit!"
Another chick, Anne, said, "Do you know Larry made me come ten times last night? He humped me for hours! His hard-on was hard for all that while, too!"
"He's given some head," Carole told me. "He's got quite an educated tongue, that Larry! And I just can't get all of his cock in my mouth. It's just too big!"
I laughed when they told me all that. But inside I was burning up with rage and frustration. I wanted him to throw me a piece. I wanted to come for hours, too. And I wanted to do sixty-nine with him so I could feel his cock in my mouth and his tongue in my cunt.
But one of the chicks, Gloria, really got me mad when she said, "Too bad you're his sister, Lola. You'd get yourself a great fuck from your brother!"
"Oh, yeah?" I replied. "I'll get him to screw me."
She looked at me with a sneer. "He'd never do it to his own sister. That'd be incest."
"Fuck incest," I said. "I'm prettier than the rest of you and I can give a better piece of tail, too."
"I don't believe you'll go through with it," she said. "But wouldn't it be a kick in the head if you did? Imagine, brother and sister balling each other!"
I was getting hot in my cunt as Gloria and I talked about fucking my brother. "I'm going to do it," I said.
"But how are you going to work it out? I once jerked off my brother but he was drunk at the time and didn't give a damn. Larry doesn't drink.
"I'll work it out, don't worry. And I'll prove that I did it."
."How? Are you going to let me watch when you fuck him?"
"I'll prove it to your somehow."
I was desperate now. I wanted to fuck with Larry, of course. But I also wanted to wipe that grin off Gloria's mouth. I thought and thought of how to seduce my brother but I couldn't think of a way. Whenever we were alone I'd get too shy and didn't know what to say or do.
Then, on my birthday he gave me a present that solved the whole thing. It was a camera, a Polaroid. The second I saw it, I knew just what to do. When I thanked him I threw my arms around him and gave him a big kiss. I also pressed my cunt against him and felt the soft bulge of his cock.
"Don't worry," I said to myself. "I'll soon have that bulge get big and hard!"
My father and mother were with us when I got the gift so I didn't let myself get too turned on. My parents took us out to dinner for my birthday. When we got home Mother and Dad went to bed early. They always did whenever we went out on the town. I knew why, of course. They'd have some drinks and they wanted to fuck. I used to hear them through the walls of my room. They'd fuck all night, too. When that happened, they were so busy with each other they wouldn't know or care if the house burned down.
I knew that Larry always took a long shower before going to bed. I had enough time to do what I had to do. The camera had a gadget that I could set so I could take my own picture without anyone's help.
I got into my room and locked the door. What I had to do now had to be done in private. I went to the wall and put my ear against it.
"Fuck me, Bill!" breathed my mother. "Oh, I'm so hot, sweetheart! Shove it into me, please!"
Then I heard my father.
"It's not hard enough," he said. "Go down on my cock. Suck it up good."
"Yes, darling. Of course. You know I love to give you head."
That was enough for me. I had enough of a picture to get me even hotter than I was. I stripped off all my clothes. Then I set the camera up to face the dresser. I leaned against the dresser after setting up the time exposure. I spread my legs out, facing the camera.
I knew my entire body was within the frame of the lens. I grabbed one breast, leaned my head down and took it in my mouth. I took my other hand and shoved two fingers into the crack of my cunt.
The camera went 'click!' as the bulb flashed. I didn't want to take my fingers out of where they were making me feel good and I didn't want to take my tittie out of my mouth. But I had to do it. I had a job to do.
I took the film out of the camera, waited the one minute for it to develop, and then tore off the protective sheet. My heart was beating fast. I'd gotten myself pretty excited with my fingers and my mouth. And I could hear Mother moaning and gasping as she and my father balled in the next room.
The picture was perfect. There I was, masturbating, sucking my tittie and looking straight into the camera.
I put on a robe and took the picture and stepped out into the hallway. I could hear the shower just stopping in the bathroom. I went into Larry's room, put the picture face up on his pillow, and stole back to my own room.
I tore off my robe, put out my light and got into bed. I was trembling like a leaf in the wind. I was so hot I was on fire. My breasts tingled, my cunt palpitated. I could barely keep my hands off myself as I lay there.
In a few minutes my brother would see the picture. He'd see me with my fingers deep in my box, sucking my own nipple and staring straight at him.
What would he do? Would he tear the picture up in disgust? Would he put it away and pretend he never saw it, putting me down as a crazy, mixed-up kid?
Or would he do what I hoped he would do? Would he come into my bedroom with a great big hard-on and do his sister the biggest favor in the world by fucking her?
I wanted to be like the other girls. I wanted my brother's cock!
My answer came soon enough. I saw my bedroom door open softly, slowly. I closed my eyes, pretending I was asleep. He padded close to the bed. I could hear him breathing as he looked down on me.
"Lola?" he whispered. "Lola, are you awake?"
He didn't have to whisper. My father and mother were really whooping it up now. I heard gasps of "Fuck me!" and "I'm coming!" and "stick it in deep, deep, deep!" Larry had to hear them, too, I was sure.
I still didn't move. I held my breath now as he sat on the bed. I could smell the dampness and the soap from the shower. I had the strong feeling that he was naked, too.
"Lola," he went on, "I found this on my pillow. You must have dropped it there by mistake, honey. I'm sure you want it back."
I kept up the pretense of still being asleep. I'd covered myself completely and was lying on my side. Now I sighed deeply and rolled over on my back, flinging the cover away from my breasts. And I kept breathing evenly with my eyes closed.
I heard Larry gasp as he saw my breasts exposed to his eyes. "Good God!" he breathed. "Look at my kid sister's knockers! They're even better than in the picture!"
I moaned softly and ran my hands down to my cunt. I wanted him to see his little sister in heat. I wanted him to watch me play with myself.
Moaning like a purring kitten, I threw off the rest of the cover as my hands moved downward. I touched the hairs and played with them a while. I moaned some more and stirred a bit, twisting my hips around.
"Holy cow!" Larry gasped. "Look at this!"
I moved my fingers inside my cunt. I rubbed and squeezed, hot as blazes because I knew Larry was staring at me. I imagined the hard-on he was getting, the dizziness he was feeling at watching me doing this to myself.
I didn't give a damn about anything except turning him on. It didn't bother me that he was my brother. In fact, the thought made me even hotter. I plunged my fingers in and out and squirmed like crazy.
Suddenly his hand was on my hand. He was helping me push my fingers into myself. Then I felt his mouth on my tit. It was as hot as the hand on my cunt.
But I had to play this right. I didn't want just an ordinary fuck. I wanted to be raped by Larry. That would be even more delicious.
"Larry!" I whispered. "What are you doing?"
"Lola!" he gasped, his mouth still on my breast. "I want you! I've gotta have you!"
"You can't, Larry!" I pretended to protest. "I'm your sister! You can't have me!"
I tried to shove his hand away from me. My eyes open now, I saw that he was indeed naked. I could see his broad shoulders, his manly chest, his smooth stomach and ... HIS COCK!
Huge, that's what it was! It was massive, thick and round and long and hard! No wonder the girls went crazy over it and him. And now here he was in my bedroom with that great big erection.
He had both hands on my breasts now and was trying to kiss me on the mouth.
"Don't do it, Larry!" I whispered. "This is wrong! This is incest! Brothers and sisters can't do this!"
"Don't kid me, Sis. You left that picture in my room just to turn me on so I'd come in and fuck you! Well, I'm here! Let's fuck!"
I turned my face away, trying to avoid his open-mouth kisses. "I'm sorry about that picture, Larry. I was in your room earlier to close your windows and I must have left it there. Please don't do anything to me!"
He was on top of me now. I could feel his cock prodding against my cunt. Pretending to be trying to avoid him, I squirmed and twisted. But I didn't fight too hard. His cock was still there.
"Accident or not," he said, "you got me heated up like a bull! The picture of you jerking off, your tittie in your mouth would turn anybody on! You don't have to play with yourself, Sis! I can satisfy you!"
"Oh, no, Larry! No! This isn't right!"
"It's as right as masturbating. If it turns you on, if it makes you feel good, then do it!"
He was trying to separate my legs now, shoving his own legs between them. I pushed back at his chest. I was as hot as I'll ever be, I guess, and the idea of being raped made me even hotter. So I didn't push back too much.
"Larry!" I gasped. "Your cock! It's between my legs!"
"Open your legs, Sis, and I'll fuck you real good!"
"But what'll Mother and Father say?"
"Fuck them! In fact, hear them, will you? They're fucking each other now. They'll be at it till dawn! Hell, Mom's gotta be one great piece of cunt to get Dad so fucking hot!"
"Larry, you mustn't talk that way. It's dirty!"
But I loved it, of course. As far as I was concerned, the whole fucking world was fucking at that very moment. Billions of cocks were being shoved into cunts and mouths and asses all over the universe. My mind boggled.
But Larry had succeeded in parting my legs. I flailed away, pretending to fight him off. But he wrapped one arm around me and held me tight. He took the other hand, reached down for his cock and tried to put it into my cunt.
"Oh!" I cried. "That's going to hurt me! It's too big!"
"Trust me, Sis," he gasped. "I'll just put the tip in. Just a little bit of it. I won't hurt you."
"Are you sure, Larry? Just the tip? I wouldn't want the whole thing inside. It'd kill my little hole."
"Trust me," he repeated.
I pretended to relax a little. "All right, Larry. If you say so. Be careful, please!"
"Don't worry. Believe me, this is better than shoving your finger in your cunt."
"My ... my ... what? Oh, you talk dirty, Larry."
"I love to talk dirty when I'm doing this to a chick!"
And he heaved forward, shoving his entire prick into me. It was heavenly! It filled me up all the way to my throat.
"OH!" I gasped, pretending shock and pain. "IT'S ALL THE WAY IN, LARRY! YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T PUT IT ALL THE WAY IN!"
"Shut up, you cunt!"
He worked rapidly now, heaving and pushing, his cock ramming in and out of me, burning up my eager, hungry cunt.
"Larry," I gasped. "What are you doing to me?"
"I'm fucking you, you slut, you whore, you cunt! What the fuck do you think I'm doing?"
He drove hard. My cunt seemed to wrap around his cock, sucking it in hungrily. I felt everything beginning to explode inside me as he touched every fiber of my being with his glorious fuck.
"But we can't do this!" I whispered. "We're brother and sister!"
He kept on working. "We can't do what, Sis?"
"This!"
"What is this?" He plunged deep, pulled it out almost to the tip and then drove it in again. "What is the 'this' that we can't do, Sis?" Now he was humping like a mad dog attacking. "Tell me, honey! Tell me what it is we can't do?"
I couldn't stand it any longer. I couldn't put on my act any more. I grabbed his shoulders and heaved my cunt up to meet the charge of his cock into it.
And into me he drove that tremendous erection, that cock that had been in so many cunts. I gasped and grabbed his ass, digging my nails into the hard cheeks as they plunged.
"We can't do this!" I scratched his back, getting him more excited. "Brothers and sisters shouldn't fuck!" He put his head down on my tittie and swallowed it into his mouth. "It's incest!" He pumped hard. I arched my back so he could go still deeper. "My brother's cock is in my cunt and it's fucking me! That's wrong!"
Now we were pumping hard at each other. I twisted my head from side to side in lust. I grabbed my own tits and squeezed them hard, working one up until I got it into my mouth.
Larry was going crazy. He was a fucking machine as he plunged in and out of me. The drive of his cock got my pussy screaming with passion. Every part of it was on fire as we bounced against each other.
Suddenly I grabbed his ass again.
"Don't!" I cried. "Don't shoot inside of me, Larry! Don't let your cock shoot off in my cunt! I'm your sister! You can't come in my cunt!"
"I can't help it!" he cried, pumping harder then ever, clutching me so hard I thought I was going to die. "I've got to come inside you, Sis! HERE! HERE! I'M COMING!"
"So am I, Larry! SO AMI!"
We exploded together. I felt his fiery liquid shoot deep into me as his cock pumped out the juices. But that love liquid couldn't put out my fires. I was coming and coming right along with him, my own come hitting his pulsating cock as it exploded inside me.
"Oh, Sis!" he exclaimed at last, collapsing on top of me. "That was wonderful! Why haven't we done this before?"
I stroked his quivering backside. "Because you were too busy fucking and sucking every other girl in school. And all the while you have the best pussy in town right in your own home."
"Tell the truth," he said. "Didn't you plant your jerking off pic in my bedroom so I'd get turned on and come in and fuck you?"
"Of course. I didn't know how else to get to you, Larry. All the girls in school were telling me what a great cocksman you were. I felt I was missing out on something good so when you gave me that camera, I knew exactly what to do to get your balls hot."
"Well, you got 'em hot, all right, Sis." He kissed my titties as he got off me. "How about a round of sixty-nine? You know what that is, don't you?"
"Sure. What do you think I am, a kid? I'll give you the best blow-job you ever had and I know you're going to make my cunt come all over your mouth because you're supposed to be great, according to my girl friends. But first do me a favor, Larry."
"Anything. Name it."
"I want to have a pic taken of us fucking. I want to show it to somebody."
"Who?"
"Gloria."
"Gloria? A great piece of ass, that one. That's how she likes it, too ... right in the ass. But why do you want to show Gloria a picture of us balling each other?"
"She said I couldn't get you to fuck me. The picture will prove I did it."
"Great! How do you want to do it?"
"You say she loves it shoved up her ass? All right, do it to me that way, only put it into my cunt from behind."
We set up the camera. I had to get on my knees to suck his cock to get it good and hard again. It worked. A few deep swallows, a few strokes of my tongue and it was its old ramrod self again.
Then I bent over, leaning my elbows against a chair. Larry got behind me, rammed his cock into my cunt, pushing hard. Then he pulled back a little bit. He held it there.
"This is to show Gloria we weren't fooling around," he explained. "She can see my cock right in your pussy this way."
The camera went off. While we waited for the minute to pass, Larry rammed it in and out of me. Then we stripped the film and there we were, Lola and Larry, brother and sister, fucking each other!
"Please finish the job!" I cried, giving him my ass in the same position again. "Don't waste that beautiful prick!"
He put it in again. Deep. He held it there and then started the in-and-out motion. I arched my back, sticking my ass all the way to meet his onslaught.
Through the walls I heard: "Fuck me, Bill!"
"Wow!" exclaimed Larry, pumping away. "They're still at it!"
"Screw me!" my mother repeated. "Hump me! Bang me!"
"Screw me!" I cried. "Hump me! Bang me!"
"Did you hear that, Bill?" cried my mother. "That's the children in Lola's room! Why, I do believe Larry and Lola are fucking each other!"
"Did you hear that, Larry?" I cried. "I do believe Mother and Dad are fucking each other!"
Larry grabbed my ass as he drove his cock deep. I felt the churning in my cunt as I realized Father and Mother knew what we were doing and were doing the same thing. My brother's cock charged into me while my father's cock did the same to my mother.
The picture was too much. I shoved backward with all my might, taking in all of Larry's cock.
"Come, Larry!" I screamed, casting all discretion to the winds. "Come inside me with your big cock!"
"Come, Bill!" Mother screamed in the next room. "Come inside me with your great big cock!"
And Larry exploded again inside me ... again and again and again. It took me a little longer this time but they began, the overwhelming eruptions, the big pulsations, the coming of a young girl on her brother's cock.
"I'm coming!" I screamed. It was time for honesty and truth now. I turned toward the wall. "Do you hear me, Mom, Dad? I'm coming!"
"Yes!" they both cried back. Then, in chorus, they both shouted, "I'm coming too, Lola! AHHHHHH!"
Well, that's how it started, Doctor. Larry and I fucked all night, just as Mom and Dad did.
Q: Did your parents ever join you in your incestual bouts?
A: The very next day, in fact. Dad's great in bed. He's as horny as Larry and he can't get enough of fucking me. And Larry has a great time with Mom. They fuck like jack-rabbits. We all four do.
Q: And how about Gloria?
A: She blew her mind when I showed her the picture of me and Larry fucking. But I had other pictures for her, too. Pictures of Larry fucking Mother and Father fucking me. Wow, did they turn her on! So much so that she asked if she could join one of our parties. Now we all fuck together. It's fun watching Larry and Father hopping from one cunt to another, fucking one, sucking the other.
In fact, she thought so much of how hot incest can get you that she seduced her own father. She practically raped him by unzipping his pants when he was taking a nap and starting a blow-job on him before he knew what happened.
By the time he realized what she was doing to him, it was too late. He was hooked. Now he's part of our parties, too, and even finally convinced his wife to join us.
"I'm telling you, Doctor, we're quite a group.
Q: And a very healthy one, too, if I may add. My congratulations to you all.
A: How about you? Do you like a little strange cock once in a while? You're invited to come over and join us.
Q: Thank you. May I bring my father?
A: Of course. Good-bye, Doctor, and thanks for listening.
CASE HISTORY NUMBER TEN
Name: Mrs. Irene Starlings
Sex and Age: Female-42
Occupation: Typist
Dr. Leland's Introduction:
Irene Stallings works for me. She takes home my tapes of case histories and transcribes them in typewritten form. Irene is a widow with two children whom she supports, twins, both fifteen, Les and Betsy. Irene is a very young forty, stylish and active in social work. She is of medium height and has a good figure. She has been a widow for three years and has dated quite a bit.
I know that she has gone to bed with men she'd liked and has a healthy sex life. However, she has found no man she wants to marry because she has often told me that no one really excites her the way her husband did. She has been content to enjoy sex as a relief although she hasn't found it thoroughly stimulating.
She has transcribed my incest case histories, such as those in this book, for over five years, and has never expressed anything but a professional opinion as a typist about them.
That is to say, she is concerned only as to the clarity of what she hears on the tapes so she can give me good, clear copy. She has never shown any shock over what she hears and types and has been a pro in every way. She has always delivered good copy and has always been on time. She knows I demand speed and efficiency at all times and she has always supplied these qualities.
However, something went wrong as we were putting this collection of case histories together. She was late with the last two cases. A week late, in fact. Of couse, she called me to tell me she was ill and couldn't finish on time.
When she did come in with the typed pages and the returned tapes, she looked pale and tired. I asked her how she felt. She smiled and said she felt just fine.
But she didn't look that fine to me, although she assured me she was very happy, no matter how she looked. She was just exhausted, that was all, she assured me.
Somehow, however, she couldn't look me in the eye. Then she gave me a smile of surrender, asked me to turn on the tape recorder, and said she wanted to talk to me.
The tape follows:
QUESTION: But, Irene, you know I use the recorder only to tape interviews with incest patients.
ANSWER: I know that, Dr. Leland.
Q: Irene! Are you trying to tell me that you...?
A: Why do you think I'm a week late? I haven't been sick, Doctor. I'm exhausted from all the fucking I've been doing. Boy, am I exhausted! Happy, but exhausted!
Q: But ... incest?
A: That's right. My twins, Doctor, Les and Betsy. I've been fucking and sucking both of them.
Q: But you've told me that sex never really excited you.
A: That's true. But somehow, making it with my son and daughter is a lot different than other types of sex. It's exciting, devastating and pleasurable to the nth degree. I never thought I'd have so many climaxes and such exciting ones.
Q: But you've been listening to and transcribing these sex incest cases of mine for years. You were never turned on by them.
A: Not by them, Doctor. But by something else. It's funny, isn't it? The desire is there all the while, as you've said in your interviews with your patients, but you never know it's there, this urge to have intercourse with your own children or parents or brothers and sisters. I heard all those people talking on tape, people telling about how they've fucked their own closest relatives, but it never affected me one way or the other. I just looked upon it as a job. But I had the desire too, Doctor. I never knew it but I've wanted to fuck my own twin children.
Let me tell you how it happened.
Q: Please. Do you mind if I include this in my latest book of case histories?
A: Not at all. Another funny thing is that, like your other patients, I want to tell the world about it. I want to spell it all out in detail. And I want to use the real words the way they do, too.
Q: Confession, they say, is good for the soul.
A: So is incest! I understand you've done a bit of it yourself.
Q: Yes. My father and I have been lovers, as you know from my tape.
A: Oh, yes, I know. Too bad you've never had children, Doctor. You would have enjoyed fucking them, too.
Q: I'm sure I would. Like you enjoy fucking yours?
A: Hmmmm, yes! It's wonderful! The idea that you're making it with a human being who was born out of your own womb is gigantic. After all, they say that when men fuck it's an urge to get back into the womb. Well, my son's tried hard to get back to my womb, and so has my daughter.
Q: How did it start, Irene? Get to it, quick! As you know, these interviews get me so hot and what you've told me so far promises to make me come before you're done.
A: Doctor, do you have any vibrators in your office? You know, the kind that are shaped like cocks?
Q: Why, yes. I do have some around. Why do you ask?
A: I know you're a passionate woman, and so am I. It would help if we had them in our cunts while I'm telling you about me and my twin kids.
Q: That's a novel idea! Wait, I'll get a couple for us!
* * *
In a few minutes, we both had our skirts off, our panties down and were sitting facing each other, each with a throbbing vibrator placed in our pussy-boxes.
I was pretty much used to anything, in my profession. But I'd never done anything like this before. My pussy started to tingle as the vibrator did its work and I listened to Irene.
As she talked, she worked the vibrator in and out of herself. Every once in a while, she would stop talking, close her eyes and grind her teeth as she'd sink the artificial cock still deeper. But after a little bit she would go on.
When she'd see me doing the same thing with my vibrator, she'd stop and wait until I had my own orgasm, then, as if nothing had happened, she'd continue.
* * *
Q: Are you all set?
A: Yes. Ah, this feels so good. But not as good as my boy's cock.
Q: Or my father's. Please go on, Irene.
A: As you probably know, I work at home. I have my own den, a small room set aside for working, where I keep my typewriter and my files, plus your tapes. I always keep that room locked, of course.
While my children were growing up, I didn't want them to get into the den and come across the work I was doing for you. They knew I was typing for a doctor but that was all they knew.
Well, last week, after picking up the last tape from you, the one about Lola Quinlan, I called my kids and told them to help themselves to whatever was in the ice-box because I'd decided to have dinner out by myself. I also said I'd be home later than usual.
I had my dinner. I had planned to go to a movie after that but I felt tired and decided to go home instead. When I let myself in, I heard voices coming from my den. I stopped cold, afraid that I was being robbed and that my kids had been hurt.
I drew closer to the door and then I recognized one of the voices. It was you, Dr. Leland. The voice I heard was you on a tape! It was the session you had with Dr. Wayne where he told you about fucking his two daughters.
Someone was in there, listening to that tape about incest and fucking and sucking! I got closer. The door was closed but I would hear voices through it. I tried the knob. It was unlocked. I opened it slowly, carefully ... and then I saw them.
Les and Betsy! They had the recorder turned on and they were on the floor in front of it. They were naked, Doctor, my son and daughter. Betsy has nice tits and a great body. She was lying down on the floor, on her back.
Les was over her, his cock in her mouth and his head between her legs on her cunt! They were doing sixty-nine as they listened to Dr. Wayne tell about how he blew his daughter.
I stared in fascination at the two. I had no idea they'd ever even dreamed about doing something like this, but there they were, sucking each other like two experts.
He pushed his hips down to drive his cock deep into his throat. She drank it in hungrily, taking the erection between her lips, helping him fuck her mouth.
Meanwhile, he was lapping her up like crazy. His tongue drove deep into her. He twisted his head, he downed it, he ate her as she twisted her hips, fucking his mouth.
I was frozen. All I could do was stare. These were my two twins, my beautiful children, and they were doing just the thing they were listening to, just the thing you treat, Doctor.
They were committing incest!
As I peeked at them through the partially open door, I found myself twisting my own hips. My mouth was dry and I ran my tongue along my lips. My heart was beating like a trip-hammer and every nerve in my body tingled, especially the nerves of my tits and cunt!
What was happening to me? I couldn't understand myself. I'd never gotten this excited. I'd fucked men but it was only to fulfill a small need. Now my passion was overwhelming me as I watched my two children suck each other. Those two slim young bodies, naked as the day they were born, the day they came out of my womb together, were now locked in lust and I was getting turned on just by watching them.
The both began to fuck each other's mouths faster now as Dr. Wayne told about climaxing. I grabbed the door, weak as a kitten. Then a funny thing happened, Doctor.
Leaning against the door, I found myself rubbing against the doorknob. It was just at the level of my cunt. I had this terrible need to rub against something and the knob was just right.
I lifted my skirt and shoved down my panties. I spread my legs a little bit and shoved hard against the knob. It rubbed against me and I suddenly realized I was fucking it!
It felt so good, so exciting!
With my eyes glued on the kids, I rubbed and rubbed against the knob. It was like a big cock, the cock of a giant, trying to get into me.
Now Dr. Wayne was coming in his daughter's mouth ... and my kids were coming, too. And so was I! Les plunged deep, driving his big prick right down his sister's throat. Betsy hoisted herself upward in one big shove, driving her brother's tongue deep into her pussy. I knew they were coming because I saw their slim bodies tremble as if an earthquake had hit them.
And I was coming, too. I could barely breathe as the knob did its work against my clitoris. The little thing came alive and my come spurted spasmatically against the doorknob.
Again and again I came, clutching the door, pushing against my lover of a doorknob, and then I fell weakly against the wall.
I was awfully shy about letting my kids know I had seen them blowing each other. Quickly, I pulled up my panties and pulled down my skirt. Then I went outside again.
I was still trembling at the excitement of what had happened. All my other experiences in sex had been the usual planned kind. A fellow takes you out for dinner and theater, you go to his apartment, have a few drinks and then ball. It's always been the type that was arranged, you knew what to expect.
But this was odd, this was unexpected, this was spasmodic. Unplanned, it had been, so far, the most exciting experience of my life, especially since it involved my own two kids.
I had never seen any other couple make it before. Hell, I :ould never even imagine it. But this was really something alse. This was wild.
I walked around the block a few times to cool off and to give the children a chance to get out of the den and get dressed. I could still see my son's cock driving into his sister's mouth, his small tight ass going up and down over her head as he sucked her cunt.
I know I should have felt shocked about it but somehow I didn't. I only felt excited. Maybe all that work I've been doing for you finally got to me, Doctor.
Oh, Doctor! Excuse me! I'M COMING! OH! OH! OH!
* * *
She was so busy climaxing, driving her vibrator deep into her box, that she didn't notice I was also climaxing. Thinking of her twins sixty-nining, thinking of her fucking the doorknob, plus the vibrator zinging inside the walls of my cunt was altogether too much.
I grasped the vibrator with both hands and worked it deep. I lifted my ass off my chair and raised myself high to fight a duel with the artificial cock, and I came and came and came!
Then, when it was over, when we were both done and could catch our breaths, Irene went on with her story. We still left our vibrators inside our cunts, though, and they were still fucking'us as she talked.
* * *
Whew! That was something! Let's see, where was I before this beautiful vibrator made me climax? Oh yes, I was walking around the block, waiting for my kids to finish their head jobs.
After about an hour, I went home again. There they were, the sweet innocent little things, sitting in front of the TV set and watching their favorite programs. I saw a slight flush on Betsy's cheek when she looked shyly at me. But Les was cool as a cucumber.
"Hi, Mom!" he greeted me with a wave of his hand.
"What's the matter?" I asked. "You getting too big to give your Mom a kiss?"
"Oh, no! Sure I'll give you a hello kiss, Mom."
He lifted his head for my kiss. But I said, "Oh, no. You stand up and kiss your mom the right way."
"Sure."
He got up and faced me.
He's so handsome, my son, I thought as I looked into his eyes. Then I looked at his mouth. This was the mouth that had gone down on my daughter, the mouth that had made her come with lust and with passion. I reached out and put my arms around him.
I felt him tense up. I had never held him like this, not with my body so close to him, not with my lower parts pressing against his. I could feel the slight bulge of his cock against my cunt. No, it wasn't hard. Not yet.
I kissed him. I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue out into his. I felt the softness of his inner mouth, the touch of his own tongue against mine.
Now he really became tense. I felt his body stiffen in surprise. This wasn't the way a mother kissed a son. But then what had he been doing with Betsy? That wasn't the way brothers and sisters should behave.
"Mom!" he gasped as I released him.
I gave him a slow smile, leaving him in his astonishment. Then I turned to Betsy. She was still on the floor, looking up at us, her eyes wide.
"Don't you want to kiss your mom goodnight?" I asked her.
She nodded slowly and got up, still staring at me. Les was blushing now. I glanced down at his crotch. He had a hard-on, of course, just as I meant him to have.
Then I turned to Betsy. I embraced her, pressing my large bosom against her small tits, my cunt against hers. If they wanted incest, they were going to get incest-the grown-up way, I thought.
I kissed her, too, the same way I'd kissed my son. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and groped for hers. I found it and she gasped and clutched me. Her groin began to move against mine. I moved my hand down to her ass and grabbed it. I pulled it toward me so our cunts could rub even closer.
With my mouth still on hers, I reached one hand out for Les. He moved closer and I put my arm around him, drawing him to both of us. Still kissing Betsy, I reached down for his cock. He jumped when I touched it but he didn't move away.
"Mom!" he cried. "What are you doing?"
Now I had my arms around both of them. I saw they were weak with surprise and with the strange, unexpected passion I knew was overwhelming them.
"What were you two doing in my den?" I asked softly.
They were, of course, both startled.
"Nothing, Mom," Betsy protested. "Honest."
I felt outside her cunt. The little thing was as hot as a small oven.
"Do you call it nothing when you take your brother's cock in your mouth and let him go down on you?"
"You saw us!" Les exclaimed.
He was so weak that he was hanging onto me and onto his sister at the same time. And he was so close to me that I could feel his stiffness against my thigh.
"Yes, darling," I said. "I saw it all. Aren't you ashamed of yourselves?" And I squeezed Les's cock and Betsy's cunt. "Do you know how your poor mom felt when she saw what you were doing? I squeezed both genitals harder. "I felt hot, that's what I felt. Why, you ought to be ashamed of yourselves, you two. I thought I brought you up better than that."
I groped for the top of Les's fly zipper. I found it. My other hand was lifting up Betsy's skirt at the same time. I unzipped the fly and reached inside. The next instant Les's big hot cock was in my overheated hand. And my other hand was on Betsy's bared cunt.
I took out my son's cock. "Is this what you sucked, dear?" I asked Betsy.
She looked at it, her eyes burning.
"Yes, Mom," she whispered. "But I didn't ever think you'd do anything like this."
"Why not?" I asked. "Aren't I as human as you are? After all, I'm your mom. I know how you're built. I know how you feel. But you don't know how I'm built, do you?"
It took me no more than a moment to strip off my clothes and stand naked before them. The eyes of my twins darted up and down my nude body. Their eyes danced all over my breasts, my belly, my cunt, my ass.
"Mom!" Betsy exclaimed. "You're beautiful! Isn't she beautiful, Les?"
Les swallowed hard. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off my box.
"Don't you feel foolish standing there with your prick hanging out?" I asked him. "Take off your clothes, son."
"Yes, Mom," he said obediently. "You too, Betsy," I ordered my daughter. "Yes, Mom."
Now they were both naked. "Do you know what we're going to do, children?" I asked.
Betsy nodded. "Are we all going to fuck?"
"Naturally. Do you want to, children?"
The both nodded eagerly. I could tell they still felt strange standing naked with their naked mother. But their lust was too great for them to refuse. Les's cock was in a state of full erection now and the nipples of Betsy's breasts were like small hard-ons. They were both ready.
"Then we'll fuck," I said. "You'll both fuck your mom."
Les, my dear son, couldn't stand it any more. He jumped at me and grabbed me, his cock thumping against my cunt.
"Yes, Mom!" he cried. "We'll both fuck you!"
"My dear boy!" I whispered. "My son, my lover!"
Now Betsy rushed forward and grabbed me, squeezing my tits so hard I wanted to scream with the joyful pain.
"But I want to fuck you too, Mom!" she cried. "You've got me so hot I'm about to explode!"
I kissed them both as I held them to me. I could feel Betsy's cunt rubbing vigorously against me, competing with Les's cock to fuck me. My cunt was on fire, too. I wanted both my son's cock and my daughter's tongue in it at the same time. I wanted to be fucked and sucked by my own kids.
"Patience, my dears," I soothed them. "Mother has an idea."
I got down on my hands and knees.
"Son," I said, "you get down behind me and shove your cock into me from behind, dog fashion."
No sooner said than done. Les was more than ready. He got on his knees and in the next instant his prick was deep into my cunt as I gasped in joy.
"Oh, Mom!" he cried. "That feels so good!"
"It feels good to me too, darling," I said. "But don't fuck me just yet. Betsy, you get under me. Lie on your back with your head under my cunt and your brother's cock and you suck me off while he's fucking me. That way I can get to suck your box and we'll all fuck and suck and climax together."
Betsy did exactly as she was told. What obedient children I've got, Dr. Leland. You should have seen the way my lovely daughter crawled under me. She lifted her head and I felt her tongue on my clitoris.
"Oh, Mom!" Les cried. "She's sucking you but she's sucking me at the same time! I can feel her tongue on my cock while I'm fucking you!"
"Good girl," I said.
Her legs were wide spread just below my face. I saw her cunt paliptating. I lowered my head as Les began driving his cock into my cunt. In the next second my head was between my daughter's legs with my tongue buried in her cunt.
My tongue was on fire. So was my cunt what with Betsy's tongue and Les's cock. Les pumped hard against my ass, his erection a bolt of fire plunging in and out of me in a steady beat. His hands squeezed my ass, then reached under to squeeze my tits and Betsy's tits.
Niether Betsy nor I could talk. Our tongues were too busy. But Les talked a blue streak while he fucked me.
"Oh, Mom! This is terrific! Oh, Betsy! You're great! My cock's burning! Your cunt feels so good, Mom! So does your tongue, Betsy! Oh, suck me, sister! Fuck me, Mom!"
Then he couldn't talk any longer. All he could do was breathe hard and gasp like a volcano. We three were as one body now, all melted together in fusion, all moving violently with each other like one great big tidal wave. Heads, asses, all moved together and against each other.
I was going crazy. The world spun around my head as those two incestuous children of mine went to work on me. I grabbed Betsy's ass to bring her closer, I pushed back my own ass to bring Les's prick closer.
Suddenly Les was moving much faster. Back and forth her went as his cock slid in like a piston. And it got bigger, too. I could feel it. He was about to come. And so was I. The insides of my cunt were about to explode all over his cock and all over Betsy's mouth.
I moved my tongue faster inside Betsy. How wonderful it would be if we all came together. How great, How-
"MOM!" Les cried. "I'M COMING! I'M SHOOTING!"
His cock let go a stream of come that hit the furthest part of my insides. At the same time I poured out my love juices against his come and against his prick.
The same instant Betsy's legs wrapped around my head and she lifted her ass clear off the floor. I tasted the sweet nectar of her come in my mouth and I knew we had all reached the sublime moment together!
We all clung to one another for a long moment as we came and came and came. I'd never known such excitement could exist short of paradise! My mind and my body felt as if they had been shot into space and were spinning around in eternity!
I'd been fucked! I'd really been fucked!
Now I understood all those people who come to you and tell you their troubles, Doctor. They were no longer cold case histories to me. Now they were all my brothers and sisters and I wished I could fuck them all in gratitude and to show them how much I understood.
Well, that wasn't the end of it that night, you can be sure. We fucked until dawn, trying every conceivable position. And when one of us got tired, he or she rested while the other two fucked and/or sucked and the other one watched.
The next day I was too tired to come in with any work for you. In fact, the next morning we played the last tape, the one about Lola Quinlan, and we all got hot all over again. My two darling children insisted they play out the roles of Lola and Larry right before my eyes.
Well, I couldn't let that go on for very long, you can be sure. What kind of mother would I be if I let my children get away with fucking and sucking each other right before my eyes? I couldn't let them do it. So I dived in and joined them, of course.
That lasted all day. And all night. We slept the next day after I called you to tell you I was sick and wouldn't be in for a while. Sick? I'll say I was sick! Sick for more fucking. I just couldn't get enough and neither could the twins.
Doctor! What are you doing?
Q: Why, I'm fucking myself, of course.
A: But your poor hand looks tired, driving that vibrator into you. Here, you poor thing. Let me help you. Let me do it for you.
Q: Ahhh! You're right. It feels much better when you do it. Yes! Yes! Faster, Irene! Work it faster into my cunt, you darling woman!
A: There! There! Wo, does your cunt want fucking!
Q: I want tits, too. Do you mind if I take out your tits while you're fucking me with the vibe? I'd love to suck on them. Your story really turned me on.
A: I can see that. Sure, take them out. That's it! Suck them! Oh, your tongue and teeth feel so good on my nipple! You're going to make me come just by sucking it!
Q: Jerk that thing into me harder! I'm imagining that it's my father's cock fucking me! Oh, fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me good and hard!"
A: I'm doing it, daughter! I'm fucking you! Is it good?"
Q: Oh, it's wonderful! I love to feel my father's cock inside me, hard as a rock and balling me, while I'm sucking my mother's tits!
A: OHHH! That got me, baby! Your mother's tits in your mouth while your father balls you! I'm going to explode myself, baby! Shove your finger in my cunt! Quick!
Q: Yes! There it is ... deep inside you, Mother dear! I'm finger fucking you! Does it feel good?
A: Oh, yes! And how does that big thing feel inside you, my darling?
Q: Like it's the biggest one in the world! Oh, you know just how to work it! You know just how to make me happy! Deeper, darling! Deeper!
A: It's hard to keep it in when you're wiggling around so much! There! I can't get it any deeper!
Q: And I can't wait any more! I'm coming! Oh! Oh!
A: Me too! AHHHHH!
That was the end of the tape of my interview with Irene. Like all my patients, and like myself, for that matter, she was beyond cure.
She, like the rest of us, was satisfied sexually in only one possible way, making love with one of her own family. That is the only way some people can achieve sexual satisfaction.
As a practicing psychiatrist working for years among such people, I have come to one conclusion. Each person in the world, no matter his taste, is entitled to sexual satisfaction and pleasure.
Homosexuals, for instance, are nowadays considered a third sex. They have their own way of reaching the goal of love and are entitled to it. They can find no happiness making love to those of the opposite sex. Without their own kind they would be truly sick through frustration.
So it is with those who practice incest. Many authorities since Freud, and some even before that great psychoanalyst, now believe that incest should be practiced by those who cannot get satisfaction in any other way, such as the people in these case histories.
None of these patients hurt anyone. In fact, they made love only to those of their relatives who were ready for that kind of intercourse and responded easily and quickly to it.
Sex is the biggest driving force of mankind. Sex has truly moved mountains. Sexual frustration has been the cause of more mental illness than any other thing in the world.
Sex must be served.
Most of us enjoy so-called normal heterosexual love. That is good. But many others find satisfaction only in deviations, through homosexuality, through masturbation, through group sex, through bestiality, and through incest.
And incest, like every other sex drive in the history of humanity, must also be served.
