Chapter 2

Sometimes the incestuous activity is the end result of a primary need which is filled by means of the closeness of family ties. In such an instance the participants might consider the aspect of the family unit as being a distinct advantage.

Some things are best done with the family, an old expression maintains, and whether or not the line can be drawn against sexual behavior remains to be seen. There is, for example, certain evidence to show that a great deal of incest involves sexual initiation wherein one partner learns the mysteries of sex for the first time at the hands of a family member.

Sigmund Freud, writing in his volume Totem and Taboo, indicates that sometimes the relative security of sex with a partner who has been close for a long time works to overcome any latent or inherent shyness or even other traumas which might ordinarily inhibit the partner from finding out about sex.

On the one hand it might be easy to assume that the initiate is always a young person who is taught by someone older and more experienced. But we know today that simply to be older does not mean that one is more experienced. As a matter of fact, today's young people are frequently far ahead of the adults in the range of experiences, including sex.

CASE HISTORY

Madeline J., age forty-five, had never married. While she couldn't consider her younger years as being sheltered ones, she now had to reflect that she was in something worse than a rut. The years of going without sex had multiplied and at one time she had felt that there was still time. Now she felt that time had passed.

When she was a teen-ager, Madeline J. had had more than her share of boyfriends. She was a pretty girl and her breasts had developed nicely. She knew that boys and men looked at her and appreciated her and she felt comfortable knowing it.

She would get married eventually, she figured, to the right boy and she would settle down and raise a family and lead a comfortable, normal life. She had been raised rather strictly and in line with her parents' teachings she had refrained from any form of sexual encounter.

Boys soon learned that Madeline was not only not an easy lay, but that she wasn't a lay at all. She liked to date and she liked the boys, but whenever things came close she backed off and was polite but firm. She was waiting until she found the right one to marry, and there would be nothing until then.

Remembering now, Madeline bit her lip and struggled to hold back the tears. She had passed from being popular to just barely sociable, and even though her prettiness had held to some degree, giving her a handsome face and a woman's figure, there had been no more offers.

Sometimes now, when her needs grew to the point of desperation, she toyed with the idea of going to a bar somewhere in the hopes of being picked up. But somehow the sordidness of such an encounter kept her from ever trying the idea. She wanted sex, but now that she was a mature woman she couldn't bring herself to do some of the things that she now considered frivolous and unladylike.

Madeline worked at a bank handling the new accounts department. She had been employed there for many years and perhaps it was the austerity of the bank and the kinds of strait-laced employees who surrounded her that prevented her from making the contacts that might have ordinarily contributed to satisfying her need.

Sometimes, during lunch, she listened as the other women talked about babies and their families and all she could think of at a time like, that was cocks and fucking. Those women had regular fucking, she thought to herself, otherwise they wouldn't be having babies. A baby to her had come to mean a hot, hard cock stuffed into a cunt.

Of course she knew about cocks and what they did. The problem was that she didn't have any idea what they felt like. And she had no idea what it felt like to have a cunt that was filled with hot meat and boiling cream. And soon she became like a woman who was driven by an obsession. Even her dreams began to reflect her desperation.

If only there was someplace she could go, she wished, someplace where they helped women like her. But there was no place. There was only her home and there was only her to sleep in her bed.

Madeline had a large house situated in a quiet part of town. She sometimes wondered about taking in roomers. Not because she needed the money, but because one of them might eventually fuck her. But then she worried about her position at the bank and knew that she couldn't jeopardize her position by risking sex with a stranger who might spread rumors. Word travelled fast in a small town.

Then one day she received a letter from her sister. Her sister was married and lived about a hundred miles away. The letter told her that her sister's son Tod had fallen behind in his studies at college because of the parties that he couldn't seem to keep himself away from, and he was right in the middle of a term paper that could mean the difference between his passing or failing an important course. Her sister wondered if Madeline would be agreeable to letting Tod visit for a weekend to work on his paper. Perhaps the quiet and the isolation would make him finish.

Madeline reread the letter and then put it aside. She wondered as she sat in a comfortable armchair just what kind of young man Tod had turned into. She hadn't seen him for years, and she remembered him only as a friendly little boy of fourteen.

Young Tod must be a man by now, she thought. And with all those parties he goes to he must be quite an active young man. Sowing his oats and probably screwing everything in skirts. But then her mind recoiled in shock. Not young Tod, she thought. But then, she could remember him only as a little boy.

She wrote back telling her sister that Tod would be very welcome, and she would do everything in her power to see that he finished his paper. Then she busied herself for his arrival, making sure that everything was ready for a man in the house.

A man in the house! What a sound that had to her! A young man would be living with her for a weekend, eating with her and sharing her bathroom. He would sleep on her spare bed, lying there at night in the room next to hers.

The thought excited her and she felt her blood rush to her face. Somehow she felt embarrassed for what she had been thinking. After all, Tod was her nephew—her sister's boy. But she still felt something in the air, something that might mean a change for her. What could it be.

Tod arrived the next Friday evening. Madeline had hurried home from the bank and had started dinner for the two of them. She was determined to make Tod as comfortable as possible so that he would at least enjoy his visit with his old maid aunt.

When the doorbell rang, Madeline was startled, even though she knew who it was. There was still something about having him here ... something that was in the air.

She took off her apron hurriedly and went to the door. For a moment she wasn't sure if it was Tod or not. The young man who stood there was strikingly handsome. He had a crew cut and his clear, blue eyes had a smile in them. This certainly wasn't the little boy she had remembered. This was a man!

"Aunt Madeline? It's me, Tod."

"Of course, Tod. You must forgive me. It's been so long, and you're not at all like I had remembered."

"There's been an improvement, I hope," Tod laughed. "I'm a lot bigger now."

Why did everything remind her of sex, Madeline thought as she looked back at the handsome young man. She remembered the time when Tod had needed help in the bathroom with his zipper and she had seen his little prick as she zipped him up. He certainly would be a lot bigger now, she thought to herself.

They enjoyed a pleasant dinner and afterward sat in the living room talking about the family. Tod brought her up to date on things and told her about his life at college. It was interesting, Madeline thought, that he refrained from mentioning anything about his girl friend's. She assumed that he might not want to hurt her with such talk, since she was, after all, his old maid aunt.

Then Tod announced that he had better get started on his paper if he was going to get it finished, and he went off to the spare room. Madeline sat for a while, staring at the empty chair that he had used, and grew more and more depressed.

Then she did something that was for her a rare event. She went into the kitchen and fixed herself a drink. So this is what it's coming to, she thought. She finished the drink and fixed another and went back to the living room.

Every now and then she could hear sounds from Tod's room as he shuffled books and worked. She found herself thinking of him more as a male than as her nephew, and she wondered if the girls he had fucked had really appreciated what they were getting. For them a fuck was probably nothing special she figured, whereas to her ...

In the next hour or so Madeline had several more drinks, far more than she had ever had at any one time before. And with each drink she began to feel more and more desperate. She wanted to get fucked and this boy could do it for her.

She got up from her chair and walked quietly to Tod's room. The door was open and she glanced in. Tod was seated at a small table which he was using as a desk, and he didn't seem like he was paying too much attention to the book in front of him.

It seemed like there was something on his mind, and Madeline decided that she would use this as an excuse to interrupt him. She went into his room and stood behind him.

"Oh, hi, Aunt Madeline," Tod said when he noticed her. "I guess I was daydreaming."

Madeline looked down at the bristling brownness of his crew cut and down over his shoulders to the crotch of his pants. Yes, she could see that he had a lot to offer a girl. And then, quite suddenly, she felt that she had never been quite as close to the object of her need before. But what could she do.

"I bet you're tired," she said, and she began to massage his neck. Tod moaned a little in appreciation and rolled his head from side to side.

"You probably have lots of girls who do this for you back at the college."

Tod made a sound that Madeline couldn't quite interpret. But she was feeling the effects of the drinks and felt quite bold all of the sudden.

"Tod, stop work for a few minutes and come sit here beside me."

The boy got up from his desk and sat down on the bed beside his aunt. As soon as he did so a change came over Madeline. She forgot what it was she was going to talk about and realized that this was the first time she had ever even sat on a bed with a man. Suddenly she was overcome with her depression and the tears welled to her eyes.

"Aunt Madeline. What is it? Are you all right?"

This made her cry even more. Of course she wasn't all right.

"What would you care! You couldn't understand. You sleep with those girls and what does it matter to you? What about me? I'm forty-five and I've never ..."

Tod opened his mouth wide in shock. His eyes stared at his aunt. Then she grabbed his hand and pressed it against one of her full breasts. She pressed it hard and held it.

"Feel it Tod. Feel what I have. And down here. Feel down here and feel what's never been used!"

Her nephew looked like he was trying to say something, but it was as if he was too shocked to speak.

"I can't stand it anymore," Madeline cried. "Tod, give it to me. Give it to me like you give it to those girls. You'll never miss it!"

Then she fell back on the bed and sobbed. She had shamed herself, she thought, and what was this boy going to think of her. She sobbed and sobbed, and then she felt Tod's hand on her breast. She opened her eyes and looked at him. The look she saw on his face was something that she couldn't figure out. She thought that he might start crying himself.

"Aunt Madeline, I know what you think. I know what they all think. But it isn't true. I've never ... I mean, I've never done it before."

Tod hung his head like someone who had made the greatest confession of his life. Madeline stared at him, wiping away the tears. She couldn't believe what she had heard. After all, he had trouble studying at school because of all those parties and those girls.

"Everybody thinks that's what the trouble is, Aunt Madeline, but it isn't. All the other guys started doing it in high school and they've had no trouble getting all they want at college. But me, I wouldn't know where to start. I couldn't very well try to make it with a girl and have her find out that I've never done it before. And she'd know."

"Tod, we're starting out even. I've never done it either and I want to. Help me and I'll help you."

Tod looked at his aunt for a minute, and then reached for her breast again. He rubbed softly and slowly and then he reached behind her to unzip her dress. He fumbled hopelessly, and Madeline had to smile in spite of herself. She helped him with the dress and with her bra, and then she coaxed him to press his face down into the fleshy mountain of her boobs.

No sooner had Tod's lips touched her tits when he seemed to be overtaken by some force. He began slowly and cautiously and within a minute he was rubbing his face around and around, and letting his tongue dip down into the crevice between her boobs. Madeline moaned in sheer delight from the touch of this handsome young man who just happened to be her nephew, and as he worked on her breasts she wriggled out of her panties.

"Down here, Tod. Feel me here."

The boy obliged his aunt and almost shouted when he felt the warm moistness of her slit. His finger probed for her hole and pushed inside her. He pushed hard and Madeline bit her lip as the virgin walls widened to accommodate a man for the first time.

"Get undressed, Tod, hurry and get undressed."

Madeline watched him as he removed his shirt and his pants and his underwear. His prick was already standing up straight and tall and she could see a little pearl of something white right at the tip of his prick. She licked her lips in anticipation and pulled him down on her.

Tod fumbled with his prick, trying to find the hole and finally Madeline helped him. Then, when he had it in position he started to press in. And then Madeline had a cock inside her for the first time in her life, and the feeling made her want to climb the wall. It was unlike anything she had imagined. The hot hardness filled a space inside her and sent tremors through her whole body.

She wrapped her arms around Tod and she could feel him shivering. She held him tight as he started gingerly to undulate his lower body, feeling for the first time the thrill of having his prick inside a twat. Then, very gradually he began to move back and forth, letting his cock slide in and out Madeline's snatch.

After about five times, Tod felt his cock swell and a force start to move through his insides. He fucked faster now and then the force exploded and a sudden surge flowed through him as his cock spurted jet after jet of his cream into his aunt's twat.

She felt it immediately and cried out. Her cry startled the boy and he suddenly pulled back from her, his wet cock plopping out of her cunt. Then, as soon as the turmoil inside her ebbed, she explained to him that there was nothing to be afraid of. She was all right. As a matter of fact she had never been better.

After they rested, Tod asked if he could try it again, and Madeline was more than willing. This time both knew something about fucking and they began to experiment. Tod took longer to come this time and spent much more time in trying different thrusts. Sometimes he went fast and sometimes he went slow. He tried going around and around and alternating this circular fucking with his forward thrusts.

Madeline started to recognize the points on her body that stimulated her the most and she urged Tod to work on these. And after they had fucked again, they fell asleep in each others' arms.

The next day, after breakfast, they returned to the bedroom and spent the whole day trying different positions and different forms of sex. Madeline sucked him off and Tod went down on her snatch, eating her out like a champ! They stopped only for lunch and dinner, and even then they could hardly keep their hands off each others' bodies.

All too quickly Sunday evening came, and Tod had to leave for school. His paper was still unfinished but he explained to his aunt that he would have no trouble finishing it back at school. It had been his constant desire fox sex that had prevented him from working, and now the gates had opened for him. But he asked his aunt if he could come back again the next weekend, and Madeline made him promise that he would.

Both aunt and nephew have been better for the experience.