Case History 11: Delighted Willing Daughter
As a young girl, Jenny Y. was a dreamer and it carried over into her teen years. She was somewhat shy and very introspective, and teachers claimed that this was probably why she did so well in school, attaining a college evaluation percentile that placed her in the upper two per cent of all the nation's high school students.
Jenny's mother and father had married young during World War II. The child was born while the father was overseas with the Air Force. Upon his discharge from service for a medical disability, incurred from leg wounds received in combat, the young couple settled down to married life in a small apartment. The father was delighted with his child who was a year old when he first saw her. He spent a great deal of time caring for the child, even performing some "mother duties" during his wife's absence from the house which developed more and more frequently.
Soon, Gordon Y. learned that his wife was seeing another man. She was having an affair. He reacted passively (his reason for this, later reported to a psychiatrist, was "because of his daughter"). The wife's infidelities continued. Gordon ceased all sexual relations with his wife, but continued to live with her. And, as a matter of sublimation, he poured his attentions more ardently upon his small daughter. Soon, he became almost a mother and father to the child, as her mother became more and more neglectful of her duties.
When Jenny reached her fifteenth birthday, she knew that her mother and father did not enjoy a true marriage relationship. Her parents slept in separate bedrooms, they seldom talked to each other, and while all of her father's free time was spent around the house with his child, the mother absented herself from the family. Undoubtedly, Jenny sensed, even if she did not truly know, that her mother cheated on the father.
Jenny was always close to her father. They were good companions, even if a little too close by the standard of most father-daughter relationships. Soon, the mother would be absent from the house for long periods of time; weekends, several times an entire week's running. During these times, Jenny has said that she "felt so terrible for my father that I couldn't do enough for him." During these periods, too, the father lavished extra attention upon his daughter, actually treating her like a "date" sometimes; taking her out to dinner, the theater, etc. It was as if each, father and daughter, recognizing the failure of the marriage that bound the three of them together, compensated to each other for the deficiencies of the mother.
Why didn't Gordon seek a divorce? That matter has often been asked.
His rationalization for continuing a marriage that was unhealthy was his attachment for his child. The reality was that he needed the "sick marriage." His relationship with his wife who was openly unfaithful to him was a hostile-dependent relationship. It obviously satisfied some need of Gordon's confused personality.
The continuation of this bad marriage, however, did draw the father and daughter closer and closer together in a neurotic web of dependence and compensation that eventually led to an incestuous affair.
Jenny felt that she was different from the other girls of her neighborhood and school. Although attractive and with a body that was maturing in a way that gave great promise of sexuality, Jenny did not make any relationships with boys of her own group. And her father discouraged her from this normal venture of a fifteen-year-old.
"There'll be plenty of time for boys," he would say. "You have years ahead of you when I'm not in the picture at all."
But the years sped by, and father was still in the picture. Jenny was seventeen, about to enter college, and she had still not formed any boy-girl relationships. The boys couldn't understand it. Some of them did ask Jenny for dates, but always she rejected them, giving the impression that she wasn't the least interested. Jenny's fantasies now included the boys her life did not, however. She spent a good deal of time daydreaming about boys and dates with them and even marriage and lovemaking. These fantasies prompted heavier sexual thoughts. She was not naive about sex, as one would expect from her life. Actually, she was quite a sophisticate on the subject, for she had read and reread many books pertaining to sex and "marital sexual harmony," etc. She knew all about "fucking" from her books and her daydreams and night fantasies often included just such actions with boys she had casually met.
It was spring vacation time and Jenny was out of school for an entire week. She chose to stay home while her classmates made plans for family trips, school excursions and dances, and all the things that the young are noted for doing during a school vacation. Jenny did none of these things. She stayed home and read, listened to music and accompanied her father on various expeditions to the library and museum and concert performances.
Upon returning home from one of the concert performances, father and daughter were shocked to find a stranger in the house. It was a man. He was only half-clothed, interrupted in that condition by their early arrival home. The man was one of many of the mother's lovers. She was upstairs showering, obviously refreshing herself after the fucking activity she and the man had engaged in just prior to the return of father and daughter.
In a shaking, unsure voice, Gordon Y. ordered the man out of his house. The man grinned, continued dressing, and was heading for the door when Jenny's mother came downstairs, clad only in a light dressing gown.
She offered no explanations, no apologies, nothing but a sly grin that was meant as an insult for her passive husband.
Jenny was horror-stricken. She could not stand the reality of the infidelities she had always suspected of her mother. She wanted to scream and yell and cry out. And when she did not, she wished that her father would take some positive action, even engage in a fight with the stranger. But he did not. He did nothing but gulp, glance from his wife to the man, gulp again, then stand aside as the man left the house. In a few minutes, his wife also left the house, explaining that she didn't know when she would return if she would even bother returning because, as she put it, "Jenny doesn't need a mother anyway. You're quite enough mother for her a real pansy of a father."
Daughter and father ate a lonely dinner together, one the father had prepared. Then they went for a walk along the lake that was nearby their home. It was dark when they returned home. Both were disinclined to go to bed, so they settled in front of the television set to view the late-show entertainment. Soon, Jenny was sleepy and stretched out on the couch with her head in her father's lap. He gently stroked her hair.
Jenny has reported that her feelings at this moment were those of deep sympathy for her father, that she "would have done anything to cheer him." She has also given evidence that hints at feelings of disgust for her father, ton. Disgust and disrespect because of his passive role when faced with the living proof of his wife's unfaithfulness. And another sensation was mixed with the others. Jenny, reposing on her father's lap, felt a pulsation that the girl knew represented the stirring of his cock. It excited her. She has said she felt as if it offered her a chance to make her father happy. She recalls that at the time a moistness came to her pussy which made her even more aware of her own sexuality.
Jenny remained very still. So did Gordon, unwilling to break the trance of the moment. But soon, her father, even as he stared straight ahead at the television screen, shifted his position slightly and the action brought the press of his hardened cock in contact with his daughter's cheek. And soon there was another stir from the man, another shifting of position, and then there was the exposed bareness of his cock, brought to reality without a word pertaining to it, brought to the surface as if this was really not happening at all. Father and daughter put on faces of complete oblivion.
Neither of them moved for a long time. It was as if each waited for the other. It was as if each was afraid to make that move that would mark them the aggressor in an oral act of incestuous love. But soon, Gordon did move. He brought one hand to his child's head and gently pushed her downward at the same moment that he lifted his cock that awaited attention.
His daughter did not hesitate. Intuitively, she knew what was expected of her. She did her father's bidding. And Gordon, grinding beneath his attentive daughter, continued to act out his passivity by pretending that the act was not happening. Although his breath was heavy, he continued to stare at the screen of the television. He did this, that is, until the very end when he shouted out the phrases that gave recognition to the act itself.
"Ah, yes, suck my cock, Jenny! You're all I have we must always love only each other. Yes, that's it, love my cock, Jenny, love it hard," he mumbled passionately.
Jenny only mumbled as she continued sucking on his lance; sucking and then gently kissing and then even nibbling with love bites upon his knobby pecker. It pulsated and quivered beneath her loving touches of lips and tongue. Its heat seared at her mouth as droplets of goo appeared at the cock head.
"Oh, Jenny," mumbled her ecstatic father. "You're the best cocksucker ever. My daughter the best cocksucker ever! Oh, yes, that's the way that's the way keep doing it, Jenny, keep on!"
Jenny did not hesitate with her orality to her father's cock. Indeed, she increased her sucking, slurping over his cock tool in an experienced fashion. She was a virgin cocksucker, but she learned her lesson quickly. She became an immediate expert fellatrice as she drew upon her father's prick, squeezing gently at his flesh, tapping at his balls with her tongue, then licking slowly up and down his cock shaft, then to his hanging balls as they slapped against her cheek, then drawing upon the thick hair, tugging and pulling until her father cried out.
"Hey, come on, Jenny, don't bite it off!" And then he laughed. "Just keep on sucking, Jenny keep on sucking my cock."
"Yes, daddy," Jenny rose her head to say. "I'll keep on sucking and kissing your cock for you. I know you need me to do this to you. I understand it, daddy. Really, I understand it." And then she dropped her head back down to her father's pulsating flesh, erect and throbbing beneath her warm, pink lips as she began to labor lovingly over her father's prick.
Gordon Y. knew that he would soon be letting loose a stream of cock juice that might frighten his daughter. He began to think that perhaps he should warn her of his coming eruption. And then it was too late to warn Jenny. He shouted, "Ah, I'm coming!" And then his warm jism splashed onto Jenny's face, covering her lips, eyes, cheeks, nose, running down her chin and neck in warm droplets of sticky cock goo. Jenny seemed startled for a moment, but then she smiled and began to lick at her father's cock, sloshing at his lance as she licked up every trace of come from his pecker. She smacked her lips and then looked up at her father, smiling, "Well, daddy, did I do it the right way? Is that the way you like to have your cock sucked? When can we do it again, daddy?"
Gordon was taken aback for a moment, unable to return an answer to his daughter as the shock of her fellatio performed so willingly still held his thoughts. And then in reply, he leaned downward and kissed his daughter full on the lips, bringing out his tongue to slash in her mouth, stabbing within her cheeks, searching, tasting. He then licked at her face, cleansing his come from her cheek, neck, chin.
"And now, dear, take off your clothes and I'll show you another way of doing it." Gordon smiled almost gently at his daughter as he watched her remove her clothing. Now, he thought, he would show her how a man can lick at a cunt, and then he would fuck her. He would fuck her until he released his come again, only this time he would spurt into her cunt hole, coating her child's pussy cave with his cock juices, searing at her insides until she would cry out in wild abandon as a real woman would. And moments later, Gordon began the cunnilingus he had anticipated.
Jenny and her father continued to have regular fellatio and cunnilingus relations with each other for several years. During that period, their affair went through a number of refinements which brought greater pleasure and passionate excitement to both father and daughter. And they did engage in sexual intercourse as well. Father and daughter rutted about as frenzied lovers, both experiencing unrestrained sexual emotions.
Jenny continued her schooling at a city college which offered her the opportunity of continued residence in her own home. She was reluctant to leave the lovemaking offered by her father. She was often prone to justifying her own actions to herself in this manner:
"After all, my father needs me," she explained. "With my mother being so awful and everything, I felt it was my duty to stay home and take care of my dad. And he needed my loving just as much as I needed his fucking. We complemented each other. That's the way it was meant to be for us."
And Jenny did just that until at twenty-one years of age she fell into a despondency and attempted to commit suicide. Then she was placed in a mental hospital where she gained the benefit of psychotherapy with its resultant good effects which permitted her to continue her career as a teacher and away from the presence of her parents. Jenny's mother and father eventually were divorced, but Jenny no longer felt any compulsive compassion for her father and she felt no obligation to comfort him via incestuous relations.