Case History 4: A Mother, Sexually Fascinated By Her 16-Year-Old Son
Tricia L. lost all interest in her husband when her son was born. The boy, Will, became her whole life. The husband, Allan, had the impression that he "was always in the way" when his son and wife were together. Although the marriage between Tricia and Allan had never been a happy one although it was later described by a psychiatrist as a "hostile, dependent relationship" there was a semblance of marital community between the couple until they experienced the birth of their only child. Then, Tricia changed dramatically. She began to neglect housework, was tardy, or absent altogether of meals for her husband. She grew less communicative and spent most of her time cuddling her offspring.
The child, Will, was sickly during the first three years of his life. It had been suggested that his sickness was largely induced by an over amount of motherly protection, but regardless of the cause, he did know long periods of bed rest because of constant colds, a suspicion of tuberculosis, chronic asthma, and all the diseases that move a mother to worry and anxiety for the welfare of her child. Will's illnesses were an excuse for further neglect of wifely responsibilities.
Quite early in Will's life, Tricia stopped sleeping with her husband. Never especially sexual or gratified by an act of intercourse, it seemed quite natural to her that having acquired the child she had always wanted, it was not extraordinary that she should now be through with her husband and the sex he offered. The husband reacted by finding other activities. He largely ignored his son once it was established that Tricia was to be sole custodian of the boy. Allan began to drink, stay out late, come home drunk, tumble into his bed, then awake in the morning to meet the scorn and wrath of his wife. It always seemed a little strange to him when Tricia screamed her displeasure at "the damn fucking condition he came home in." He knew she really didn't care, knew that she was really pleased at his behavior because it gave her excuses not to sleep with him, thereby not having "to luck" with him. Soon, Allan began to cheat. He was quite open about it, even on occasion bragging about the sexual conquests he had made and reminding his wife that perhaps it would not have happened had she been willing to spread her thighs.
There was brought to light the following conversation between Tricia and Allan during this time of their marriage.
"Where the hell have you been tonight?" Tricia asked her husband as he stumbled into their bedroom.
"What the fuck does it matter? Your dried up pussy won't be bothered tonight, or any night by me for that matter," Allan mumbled as 'he stumbled about the room, removing his clothing.
"The least you could have done was to tell you would be home so late," admonished Tricia.
"What the fuck would you care what time I came home?" Allan barked at his wife. "I've been on the prowl for some cunt meat and damn it, I found exactly what I needed. Some juicy cunt for a damn good fuck! You were never as good as what I had tonight. My cock sure as hell got its fill that damn pussy was well worth the price."
"So, you admit to spending money on prostitutes," Tricia pouted sullenly. "What with Will being so ill, and our spending so much money on doctors and medicine, you still go out and spend it on some whore. What sort of a father are you?"
"What the hell kind of a wife are you?" he shouted back.
"At least I don't go around spending our money on sex. You could at least have considered your family before you spent the money." Tricia began to sob.
"Oh, fuck! Stop this nonsense, Tricia. You bloody well know that I can't get my cock into you. You won't let me get near you with a ten-foot pole. I'm only human and I need some pussy to keep me going. You can't seem to get that through your thick skull. If you keep those thighs locked together much longer, they'll grow together."
"Oh, you're a beast," cried Tricia. "You'd let our son die just because you wanted to fuck. What sort of a man are you? I hate you, do you hear I hate you!" With that Tricia jumped out of bed and ran from the room. She sobbed as she sped down the hallway, rushing into their son's room and throwing herself on the daybed. She spent that night there and many nights thereafter she slept by her son's bed, crying herself into a troubled slumber where she repeatedly encountered the same vivid nightmare of being chased by hundreds of cocks as she sought refuge in a child's crib.
By the time Will was eleven, silence reigned throughout the house whenever both parents were present. When the father was absent, Tricia spoke in horribly disparaging terms of her husband, calling him a "no-good ass," a "cheat," a "drunk," an "indifferent father," and going into vivid detail about the rottenness of her life with a man she "could not love and respect." Soon, Will joined his mother in her martyrdom. Most of the mother-son conversations centered upon the worthlessness of their breadwinner. Will took to calling his father by these names, but only when the father was not around. He began to hate his father with a vengeance matching that of his mother. He really believed that his father was all of these things a mean, heartless, cruel man who sought only his own pleasure at the expense of his family, his wife and only son. Will's hatred of his own father grew to a frightening degree as he sought to comply with his mother's attitudes.
Because of Will's illnesses, Tricia continued in her habit of sleeping with her son. When he turned twelve and showed signs of becoming a strapping lad, Tricia continued to sleep with him. When the, father was in the house, mother and son were aligned against him during the day and slept together at night, making a kind of combative family trio much as if mother and son were lovers who openly betrayed the presence of a husband who actually "cheated" in front of him.
Soon, Allan ceased to come home at night. Weeks would pass without his appearance, although he usually stopped on payday to leave the family allowance money.
Will had few friends. Tricia wouldn't allow them. She didn't want him to become influenced by ruffians, she once explained. And as a result, Will was quite a novelty in the neighborhood. He was considered somewhat of a "sissy." Boys and girls his age would walk past the house, chanting insults for the boy who never joined them. Sometimes Will felt badly about it. Sometimes he even wanted to join those who were his peers. But when sad, there was always mother to comfort him: there was always her solid, protective presence that spelled the only security he knew. And at night there was the mother's presence in bed where the boy cuddled to her form in a way that was reminiscent of the embryo position of the earliest life. He sought refuge of sorts in his mother's arms.
Tricia was very permissive with her son. She caught him smoking at fifteen, then told him that she wished he wouldn't because of his "weak lungs." Will, looking rather defiant, took another drag on his cigarette. Then Tricia told him that if he really wanted to smoke, it was all right with her. She, too, smoked now they could enjoy a cigarette together.
At the age of thirteen, Will started masturbating. Usually, it was accomplished while bathing, but occasionally Will would masturbate at night while in bed with his mother. It caused Tricia great anxiety. Masturbation frightened her. She knew that it was a sign of sexual desire, that it was the first step toward her son's eventual involvement with girls. She could hardly bear the thought. He was all she had, she could not lose him.
It was then that Tricia took on a new habit. Upon retiring at night with her maturely built son, she started sleeping in a position that faced the boy. Always, she had turned in the opposite direction. Now, she faced him, striking an even more dramatic pose, one that cast them in the play of lovers.
When Will was sixteen, his mother seduced him into an act of sexual intercourse. Her purposes were hyper motivated. Will had been showing signs of restlessness and had even expressed the wish that he be allowed to attend a high school dance with a girl he had met. And, his masturbation had become more frequent with the mother-son bed as the center of the activity.
The psychiatric record of Tricia's thoughts is sketchy, but it is assumed by authorities that the woman was afraid of "Losing" her boy and sought to make a sexual bond with him that would bind him forever. She looked upon masturbation as a very genuine threat to their relationship. She thus decided upon intercourse as a final and irrevocable tie between them.
The act occurred quite simply. Tricia, pretending sleep, waited until she heard the motions in the bed that told of her son's masturbation, then she turned to him and clutched his hand to quiet it.
"That's not necessary, darling," she said.
Will, obviously embarrassed, was unable to say anything to his mother. In fact, he did not understand her not until she reached, gripped him, then rolled on her back as she urged him closer.
"Now, dear, mother will give you what you need," she whispered softly. "You do just as I say and you won't ever have to do that again. I can give you such better feelings, you won't ever have to ringer your cock yourself. We'll be able to do so many things together. Mother has a juicy hole for you, just waiting for your cock. Now you lay still while I do some very nice things for you."
The incestuous affair between mother and son lasted until Will was twenty-one years old, when, rebelling against his life, the boy robbed a pharmacy to gain money that he did not need. He was quickly apprehended and made the subject of a criminal prosecution which placed him under the authority of an early offenders' detention center that provided psychiatric treatment. It was obvious to everyone that Will was seeking to "get caught" in order to escape his incestuous life. His subconscious brought him to this act of violence, which relieved him of a pressure he no longer was able to face.