Chapter 5

THE EFFECT OF INCEST

Incest has a particularly ugly connotation in our society. When we think of it, we conjure up the idea of sexual relations within an immediate tamily unit. For instance, between father and daughter, mother and son, sister and brother. The accuracy of this definition is a matter of religious orientation rather than a medico-legal one. Incest is one of the strictest of our taboos, but if we were to study ancient history, we should discover that it had a more economic than moral motivation. For example, in the early era before civilization as we know it, tribes who tried to protect themselves against the wild beasts and enemy tribes, attempted to gain strength by alliances with their friendlier neighbors. In order to achieve this liaison, it was necessary for them to offer the young men of the other tribe the most attractive young females. If, as often happened, the father or patriarch of this tribe should have sexual relations with his own daughters, they would be of no interest to the young men of the other tribe, having been damaged and used. Thus it was that the young men and the elders ordained that incest should be punishable, sometimes by death or by banishment outside the tribe, which was equivalent to death in those prehistoric times.

But for the purpose of this chapter of this book, we shall accept the general definition of incest as pertaining to fucking that takes place between members of related family units.

When adult females seduce boys, we understand the motivation. However, when there is a blood relationship, or even one through marriage, then the connotation which adds incest to the seduction has an even more tremendous psychological effect, as we shall see by some of the cases from my own practice.

There can be no doubt that relatives and near kin have the greatest opportunity of seducing young males and females, since they have constant access to them, are accepted without question, and are at once on a more intimate plane than a stranger, teacher or governess might be. A son is brought up to revere his mother, to look upon her as the epitome of womanhood. The aunt who becomes both friend and relative is equally adored by the young boy.

A study of court records of the largest cities in the United States reveals that incest is a prevalent and recurrent crime-for such it is defined by the court. Most of these incestuous cases involve male adults who force nieces, cousins or daughters to fuck them. But most people do not think that adult females seduce young male relatives, and so are not conscious of the incestuous cases which often arise. My file of cases in which I have been called to consult or have been the chief psychiatrist indicates very clearly that there may be even more of this type of pairing than between the adult male and the female child.

There is a readily obvious reason, to begin with, why seduction by the female of the young male is not quite so well known and publicized. When a young female child is forced into sex by an adult male, there is invariably physical damage and bleeding caused her tender young pussy. Discovery can be expected, and legal prosecution follows unless family pride conceals the situation. The State of Illinois, for example, prosecuted no fewer than fifteen formally arraigned cases of father-daughter rape in 1960. However, it is very difficult to detect the crime of incest when an adult female seduces a boy. The boy experiences pleasure, and in most instances has no desire to end the opportunity of experiencing it again by revealing what has happened, if the boy is beyond the age of puberty and capable of intellectual reasoning.

I think that in this regard a few of the outstandingly complex cases which have come to my attention will serve to illustrate the dangers of the effects of incest in the seduction by a mature female on a child or adolescent male.

CASE HISTORY

Henry O. and His Mother, Margaret

Until he was fourteen, Henry O. had lived a completely normal life as the only son of Margaret and James O. The O.'s were a closely knit family, so that the boy was constantly showered with attention and affection. But then tragedy struck, and James O. died in an automobile accident when a drunken college student swerved onto the wrong side of the highway. For a few days, Margaret was kept under sedation while Henry wept constantly and tried to understand why his father, who had always loved him and been so kind to him, would never be alive again.

James' mother had come to live with them during the sorrowful preparations for the funeral and the period of readjustment, and when this was over, Margaret insisted that the mother-in-law leave so that she and her son could resume their old routines and life could go on.

When first they were alone, the atmosphere was indeed a strange one. Each tried to comfort the other, but words were not enough. Once it had been a warm, happy household; suddenly life was empty and there seemed to be no way to change it. The evening after the funeral dragged on and seemed to last forever. At last, in desperation, Margaret suggested that they both go to bed and try to sleep.

But when she glanced at Henry's face, she knew that sleep was out of the question for him. She then suggested that he sleep in her bed, to which he eagerly agreed, since he had always been afraid of sleeping alone in the darkness of his room, and particularly on this night when the house seemed more empty and gloomy than ever before.

Margaret undressed in the bathroom and, out of habit, put on one of her sheer nylon nighties. She was already in bed when the boy crept into the room, wearing his pajamas. Climbing into bed, he nestled in her arms and closed his eyes. The warmth of her body as she held him was just the comfort he needed, and he fell asleep. Margaret could not stay awake much longer and as she began to drift into unconsciousness, she forgot that the body next to hers was that of her son. It was alive, warm, and she snuggled close to him. In time she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

At some time during the night, Margaret awoke with a sense of sensuous excitement sweeping over her. In the normal movements of sleep, moving this way and that, the nightie had been hiked up and her body was bared. Against the plump, round, milky cheeks she felt the hard, demanding thrust of a stiff male prick ... something which had happened many times before with her husband beside her. Hence, with a sleepy, happy smile, she spread her thighs, her back still turned toward the male.

Not until the body behind her pressed closer and a small, stiff prick pushed against her cunt did she realize what was happening. With horror she realized that this wasn't her husband at all. He was dead, and this was their own fourteen-year-old son who was trying to fuck her.

She stifled her own scream with her hand, as she felt Henry's prong press between the lips of her pussy. His lean body was hard and eager against her bottomcheeks, as he pushed forward.

In her mind, the terrible feeling of guilt and shame and even abhorrence told her this was wrong, sinful ... but her body demanded it and overrode the command of her mind. Her bottomcheeks began to rub back and forth against the quivering boy's young body which was pressed against her as his small prick moved rapidly in and out of her cunt.

Perhaps by instinct, or perhaps even by accident, the young cock had brushed Margaret's clitoris, so the sensation built quickly within her. She began to shudder and then she came, just as she felt the spurt of his gism, and felt him panting and gasping as he experienced his first ejaculation inside a female cunthole.

Later, when the feeling came over her that she wanted to close her eyes and weep over the shame of what she had done, Margaret sensed that her son needed comfort. Quickly she turned to him and folded him in her arms, whispering words of endearment. By now he was so trussed up that she felt the warmth of his limp prick against her belly, while his face pressed against her titties. Not till he had fallen asleep did Margaret allow herself to think of what had passed between them. Yes, of course it was terribly wrong, she knew, but she excused it on the grounds of shock and the terrible bereavement which her husband's death had thrust upon them. She promised herself it wouldn't happen again.

Nor did it-until the very next night. They had been sitting in the living room together, trying to find things to talk about. It became clear to Margaret that the boy wanted to talk about what had happened last night, but didn't dare bring up the topic. Margaret herself introduced it.

"Henry, I know you're wondering-well, about what happened. It was natural, but it shouldn't have happened. You see, darling, I'm your mother and you're my son, and it's wrong for us to do what we did. Our bodies didn't know this, because we were both so tired and sad over your father's death. I woke up, and was so dazed and drowsy with sleep, and then I felt your cock in my pussy. Your father did that all the time, and that was our life together. And when I felt this last night, it was almost as if your father were back, alive, with us, waking me up and telling me how much he wanted me. That's how it happened. You see, dear, your body was young and strong, and that's why your cock was so stiff. You were up against me and you felt my flesh, and it was instinct that did it."

Henry listened to her raptly and began to ask her questions, which she answered candidly and unashamedly. In self-defense, she tried. She knew that he had acted in complete innocence. To tell him now about incest would, she believed, be to fill his mind with a guilt he did not deserve.

It grew late, and soon they were walking into her bedroom together again. This time, they undressed together, and she told herself she was doing it only to take his mind off his father's death. Yet before long, she was so sexually aroused that she would have not been able to stop it even had she wanted to do so.

Now she guided him into position atop her body, spread apart her thighs, and with her own hands took hold of his prick and fitted it into her cunt. His male instinct was strong, and soon he was fucking her with all the confidence of a mature man. She groaned and sobbed, and soon felt her body stiffen, and then she felt the molten gush of her girl-come. It was even more exquisite than the night before.

This time, no apologies were offered, and Margaret felt little sense of guilt as she locked her arms around him and both fell immediately into a deep sleep.

Before many days were over, the mother and son were passionate lovers. What would have happened if the affair had continued into the boy's manhood will never be known. One morning, neighbors called the police For the past two days they had not seen either the mother or the son, and there seemed to be no light showing. The police broke into the house and found the two bodies naked in the mother's bed. The coroner's jury found that both had died by taking poison, but no verdict was given because they could not possibly decide whether both had done it of their own volition, or whether the mother had given it to her son and then to herself.

I, however, did not share the opinion of the jury. Just two weeks before the deaths which the coroner's jury recorded as a probable double suicide, Margaret O. came to my office without an appointment. I saw that she was obviously troubled, and rearranged my schedule to talk to her.

It was most impressive to me then, as she told me what had happened to herself and her son, that it was not treatment that she wanted, but rather to make her final confession. I tried to hide my alarm at the obvious danger signals which she had given me, but encouraged her to talk candidly, while I made certain that nothing in my own attitude showed any kind of disapproval or condemnation of what had taken place between the two of them.

Before she left, I made her promise that she would visit me regularly so that we could discuss the entire situation. I was optimistic because she had given me a direct affirmative, and seemed to do it of her own volition, without hesitation.

Ironically, the police found the two bodies just two hours before she was due to keep her next appointment with me.

As I look back, I must confess that my original evaluation had been correct. That first visit to my office had not been for treatment at all, but simply for a kind of final confession. So I am convinced that Margaret took the ultimate step and administered poison to both. I also believe that Henry had no knowledge of what was happening. Because of his background and his deep trust and affection for both his mother and his father, he actually had no way of really understanding the gravity of the act which both of them had committed. Yet Margaret, fully aware of what she had done to her son, did the only thing she could think of to put an end to it all.

This is one case over which I personally feel deeply touched and almost remiss in my duties as a physician and psychiatrist, in not seeing to it that Margaret O was able to continue her consultation with me. I should have yielded to my primary instinct and realized all the danger inherent in her confessional to me.

Certainly even the average reader who studies this case must come to the conclusion that Margaret O. could not be condemned too strongly in view of the deep attachment between herself and her son and the close bond which had welded the father with them both. It was only unfortunate that they had no close friends who might have realized the danger of leaving them alone together. Both had had estimable character, and I can look back only and say it was a dreadful waste of two lives which could easily have been salvaged and in time contributed much to our enlightened civilization.

CASE HISTORY

Richard I. and His Sister Marilyn

At first glance, it may seem that the seduction of a boy by his sister is not entirely appropriate to this book. Yet in this most unusual case, the circumstances are such that it conforms to the theme of the work. As we shall see, in this instance, the sister was the older woman, the mature seductress.

Richard I.'s father had been a widower many years before he finally remarried at the age of forty-one. His seventeen-year-old daughter Marilyn resented her stepmother and found herself unable to forgive her father for bringing a "strange woman" into the house.

It is obvious that she had already developed a strong sexual fixation for her father in the years in which they had lived alone, a phenomenon not at all unusual in a girl of adolescent age. Hence, when another woman appeared on the scene, an innate jealousy arose in the young girl.

Where formerly she had been lively, vivacious and popular with people of her own age, now she suddenly became morose and dropped all her social contacts. She chose to remain at home in a kind of act of stubborn masochism, even though she could have gotten a job and earned her own livelihood and made her own home, and thus escaped the "punishment" which constant contact with her new stepmother excited.

Yet nothing could make her leave her father, not even the anguish of seeing him go to bed each night with his new wife and guessing all too well what they did together in the privacy of the bedroom. When the stepmother became pregnant, Marilyn offered congratulations, but her words had no warmth. Richard was born of that union, and as the boy grew, Marilyn treated him with neither warmth nor hostility; he was simply there and she accepted him.

As he grew, Richard became more and more in appearance like his father. Marilyn was obviously aware of this, but seemed to have accepted a life of spinsterhood in which there was no place for sentiment. She had a job now, and every morning she went to it. When she came back, she had dinner, then went to her room and locked herself in. Her father and stepmother were unable to cope with this attitude of resignation and self-imposed isolation, and so left her to her solitude.

At least, it appeared to be solitude. It now seems probable that Marilyn did not spend an evening without frigging herself to climax at least once. It was a habit she had developed in her teens, in which she created fantasies in which her father would undress her naked and then fuck her passionately. The older she grew, the more elaborate and complicated this fantasy grew. From frigging herself with her finger, she adopted the use of those instruments which took the role of the male prick. Hence, though she had had no experience of fucking with a man, she was no longer a virgin.

Often, when she thought she wasn't being observed, Marilyn stared at her young brother in a strange way. She began to see him as a younger version of her father, for whom she had lusted so long and who had been taken from her by the stepmother.

And so, one evening when she was thirty years old and Richard was thirteen, Marilyn took advantage of the fact that her father and stepmother had gone to the theater to come down and watch television with the boy.

They talked, and this time it was the same as it had always been before. However, a few times during the evening, Marilyn felt he was looking at her. For a while she dismissed it as a mere figment of her imagination, but the feeling persisted. She pretended to be absorbed in the program, but she shot him a covert glance from time to time, and discovered that not only was he watching her, he was also looking up under her dress as she sat with her legs slightly spread.

This evening she saw more of her father in him than ever before, more resemblance to the man for whom she had lusted for so long. In her tortured mind, her father had rejected her in favor of the woman who had become his wife, her stepmother. But now the man was reincarnated in the form of the boy.

She made a quick decision. She would lure Richard into giving her what his father had never given her, what he perhaps might have given if he hadn't been lured into a relationship with that woman. As she made the decision, Marilyn knew it had been in the back of her mind for a long time, and that Richard's sudden interest in her just then had set it off, like a delayed fuse.

"Would you like some cocoa, Richard dear?" she asked in a voice which held more warmth than he had ever heard in it before

"Sure-yes, Marilyn," he stammered.

Watching him with a wide smile, she spread her legs far apart and slowly rose to go to the kitchen. As she put the water on to boil, she seized a moment to go back to her bedroom and put on proper clothing. First she thought of bathing, but this would take too long. Moreover, the boy could hardly be sophisticated enough to appreciate this nuance of preparation for a fuck.

The black bra and panties she wore would be quite seductive enough, she knew. She replaced the skirt and sweater she had on with a dress that had a buttoned bodice which she made more enticing by leaving several of the buttons unfastened.

Satisfied that she had prepared herself for this challenging contest-as such she conceived it-she returned to the kitchen and proceeded with the making of cocoa. Then she pulled out a stiff drink of Scotch for herself to provide the courage needed for this audacious undertaking.

When she carried the tray back to the room where the boy waited, she saw that his eyes gleamed with excitement, and that he had noticed what she was wearing. She suggested that they sit on the floor, where the carpet was thick and soft. Richard sat down first, and she lowered herself deliberately and slowly in such a way that he was able to see her inner thighs and the crotch of the panties. When she thought he had seen enough for the first time, she adjusted the skirt of her dress so that it showed only a little of her thighs above her knees. She saw he was trembling with excitement, which was just what she wanted to see. Bending slowly to pick up her cup, she saw the upper part of her dress fall open and knew that half her titties were revealed to his eager gaze. When she turned her head and sat erect, she saw that his eyes were lowered and his face was red.

"That's all right, Richard," she said in a gentle whisper, "I don't mind your looking at me at all. In fact, I kind of like it. Do you like to do it?"

"Oh yes-yes-I like it a lot, Marilyn," he replied, falteringly.

Supremely confident, Marilyn moved closer, so that her knees were almost touching his. Deliberately, she pulled the hem of her dress well above her knees to show off the nylon-sheathed thighs up to where the hose ended, showing bare milky flesh.

"Why don't you feel them, Richard?" she urged, "To see how nice they are."

Her pulses began to hammer as the boy began to stroke her smooth, warm, sheer nylon hose. She felt his fingers tremble, beginning to move upwards. He pressed a little harder, looking up towards her face as if seeking encouragement. What he saw there gave him far more than he could have hoped: Marilyn had opened the front of her dress and with her own hands was caressing her bra-sheathed titties. Cupping them from below, she held them out to him, murmuring, "Wouldn't you like to play with these, dear?"

Thus invited, he put his hands up and pushed hers away and soon began to stroke and squeeze, his face full of reverent excitement. He moved until he was directly in front of her, so that he could reach her titties more easily.

She reached forward, pulled down the zipper of his pants and drew out his prick. It was quite stiff, even though it was rather small because of his youth. But Marilyn had no complaint; Richard was a small version of his father, the being who had filled her erotic dreams for years, so it was only natural that this reincarnation, this younger edition of the father, should have a smaller cock.

She was afraid he would spend in her hand, so she reluctantly let go of his cock. Then, kneeling, she began to take off her dress. She moved very slowly, so that her body was unveiled a little at a time. When she heard his deep, labored breathing, she knew the seduction was proceeding perfectly.

Flinging the dress aside, she began to wriggle her body to make her bra and panties move, murmuring as she did so, "If you'll take off your clothes, I'll take off the rest of mine!" He did so willingly, almost hurrying, until he was naked.

"Take off my bra, dear," she encouraged. As he reached behind her to fumble at the tight hooks and eyes, she drew him to her and squeezed his firm young bottom. She thought of how it would feel when she did that once his prick was deep inside her cunt.

Then she heard him gasp with ecstasy when her bra fell off and the firm, round titties hung free. She put one hand to the back of his head and guided his mouth to her bubbles, urging him to suck and kiss them.

In a little while she whispered to him to pull down her panties, and he saw for the first time a woman's cunt, the plump, furry nook of her pussy, and his hands eagerly reached behind her to squeeze her jouncy, oval-shaped, milky-skinned bottomcheeks.

"Would you like to get into me, Richard, right into my little slit?" she urged.

"Oh yes, Marilyn!" he breathed hoarsely.

"But first you have to make it easy for me, dear, and it will be much nicer for you. Just put your lips to my pussy and kiss it. Use your tongue a little, too, and make it all nice and wet. Then your big strong cock will go in very easily."

Richard needed no second invitation. The sucking sounds his mouth made as he kissed her cunt made her shiver with feverish anticipation. She was unable to wait any longer, so she lay back on the floor and spread her thighs, her fingers grasping the lips of her cunt to yawn them apart to show him the way to paradise.

He looked small and helpless by contrast, in his nakedness, a mere boy lying on her belly, pressing into her cunt with his small stiff prick. But soon she felt it prying inside her lips, and her arms enfolded him as he began to jerk and twist over her, his small prick moving in and out in small, jerky rhythms. It took him only about forty-five seconds to come, and he couldn't give her a climax in that time, but Marilyn didn't mind. When she felt he was finished, she pushed him gently off her, reached into her own cunt, found her clitoris and frigged it until her body shook violently in her spasm of come.

But if Richard thought he had found a permanent love-partner, he was greatly mistaken. By seducing him, Marylin had broken the mental yoke that had hampered her entire life. From that time on, she returned to a full social life and found more than enough grown, competent men to soothe the fires of her insatiable cunt. And each time Richard tried to peek under her dress or to caress the body which had been offered to him so willingly at first, she almost angrily rebuffed him.

Tortured by her refusal and not old enough to understand, Richard went in search of cunt elsewhere. First he looked for women anywhere in public who were sitting so that their thighs were exposed. He would linger and peer under their skirts until they were embarrassed, would flush and press their thighs together and, quite often, call him nasty names. Then he would go away to look for other women.

In time, this wasn't enough. In crowded public places, he could sometimes slip his hands under a woman's dress and feel what was to be found there. Sometimes he would get away with it, if he Was able to find a woman who enjoyed the unexpected manipulation of her body. Most often, there would be an uncomfortable scene and he would be forced to run away before being caught.

It didn't take long before he was hauled into juvenile court at the complaint of several women who had been able to identify him. Placed on probation, with the stipulation that his parents seek psychiatric aid for him, Richard maintained good conduct for a while, but it didn't last.

One afternoon, coming home from school, the boy paused in the doorway of a store to admire the backside of a woman who was bending with her back turned to him. Remembering the look of his sister's bottomcheeks when she bent that way naked, Richard groaned and shuddered, them opened his pants and took out his prick, which had become instantly erect. The woman turned, and saw him looking at her. First she smiled, then gestured for him to go away. Recalling how he had gotten into trouble before, he stuffed his cock back into his pants and ran away.

Almost daily thereafter, he would find some chance to expose himself to a woman. Some seemed horrified, others only smiled as if to tease him. A few beckoned him to come into the house or the apartment, but he never dared.

His greatest thrill came when he was fifteen years old. Standing in the doorway of a small second-hand store, he was exposing his prick to a middle-aged woman who seemed to be alone inside. She smiled, and he looked around quickly to make sure others weren't looking at it. When he looked back at her, he could see she was still smiling an invitation. To his great surprise, she picked up the hems of her dress and slip and held them high, so he could see her panties, thighs and crotch.

He began to jack himself off, and she urged him on with nods and beaming smiles. At last his gism spurted onto the glass door, and the woman tilted back her head and laughed. He stuffed his prick back into his shorts, closed the fly of his pants, and began to move away. He could occasionally find some woman who was willing to masturbate while she watched him, but this was rare.

His next adventure involved the telephone. The idea came to him when he was at home alone one day. The first number he called, dialing the number at random, listening only a moment, then hanging up. The second time it was the same, but the third proved to be exactly what he wanted.

This time he talked, going on at great length about how women looked naked and what he liked to do with them. Occasionally the woman at the other end asked questions which permitted him to be more obscene, and finally Richard took out his prick and began to jack off slowly. When he told her what he was doing, she seemed gratified. At last he hung up, happy and excited.

Although he grew up into a handsome young man who should have had no difficulty in finding women who would be willing to let him fuck them, he actually had almost no contact with members of the opposite sex. Instead, he followed his pattern of indecent exposure, obscene telephone calls, stolen palpations and caresses and, of course, always , jacking off. He was referred to my office following his third conviction for offenses of this nature. He responded to treatment, and although he regresses from time to time, it is probable that he can and will be eventually cured.

This will, however, take place only after a long and complicated series of treatments. Removing mental blocks planted in the minds of young men by older women is almost always difficult, but when the harm has been done by a member of the family, the problem is invariably greater.

It has been said that incest is the gravest crime of which the human being is capable. I would dispute this, but I would say that judging from Richard's case, Marilyn's vindictive and selfish act exposed his young and impressionable mind to a tragic overstress whose unfortunate repercussions can now be seen.