Chapter 7
The Lure of Incest
Beginning with the Bible, our recorded history has invariably stamped incest as a most heinous of all crimes. Even today, when we have made such great strides in the understanding of human emotions, we still shrink from the age-old taboo against the mating of kin and those closely related by blood, even by marriage.
Some years ago I conferred with a doctor in a small mountain village in North Carolina and smiled at his definition of a virgin as "a girl who can run faster than all of her brothers." He had maintained that incest between brother and sister was frighteningly common in the area. He also told me of many cases where fathers used their daughters for sexual purposes when the wife was no longer available or had become too old and unattractive.
However, we certainly must not think that incest is reserved for backward, primitive and agrarian peoples. Even in our largest metropolitan areas, social workers will tell you about case after case of a drunken father who comes home lusting for "a piece of tail" and sometimes forces an innocent daughter to surrender herself for a fucking, either with the threat of a beating or an actual beating to coerce her.
If we could delve into the family skeletons of many an upper-class family, we might learn of many a brother and sister who propagated children, of aristocratic fathers who crept into the bed of a willing daughter night after night, of an aunt and nephew, a niece and uncle. We might find also many a stepmother who, young and attractive and marrying an older man, discovered that her husband had a young son whom she coveted.
It was a strange case!
In his powerful novel, "King's Row," Henry Bellaman has as one of the major underlying themes the incestuous relationship between a small-town doctor and his lovely, sensitive daughter, which culminates finally in his killing the girl and then himself when the enormity of what he has done over the years makes the burden of conscience too great to be endured.
But of all the forms of incest, perhaps the most immediately abhorrent to the average individual is that between mother and son. The maternal instinct is so strong and protective that when we hear of a mother and son coming together to fuck, we are aghast. True, many mentally defective parents produce equally defective children, and in such families like the classical Jukes and
Kallikaks, there exists no morality or code to hold them back from committing the sin of incest. But in this chapter, we shall deal exclusively with cases of incest in supposedly normal and healthy families, and specifically with the seduction of boys by older female relatives.
It is my attempt to provide sufficient background to establish a clear understanding of what caused this defiance of the age-old taboo. I have myself given psychiatric treatment to many people involved in the crime of incest, and in general those who are involves shrink from discussing the subject even with their own doctors. In these cases you will now read, let me add that where I cannot find a clear motivation, I make no attempt to guess or to moralize. My purpose is to show that incest enters into the seduction of the adolescent or just-past puberty male and can often be one of the most coercive and obsessive factors in such seduction because of the ties of blood and affection and security which are established at the very outset.
CASE HISTORY: Madge O and Phillip
Madge O had had a reasonably good marriage and had devoted herself to the care of her husband and their fourteen-year-old son Philip. He had more than the normal disadvantages of being an only child, since both his parents were gentle, artistic types who tried to shape their son in their own image, and consequently he had little or nothing in common with other boys.
Philip was a brilliant student, and cut himself off completely from his classmates. He was intensely devoted to his parents, and their attention together with his world of books, painting and music made up a rich composite life for him.
But this secure and almost ivory-tower world ended abruptly and tragically on the day that Philip's father attended a party in honor of the president of the firm for which he worked. He drank only wine and then only occasionally, but at this party some of his co-workers convinced him that the punch being served was non-alcoholic. It was heavily spiked with vodka which is tasteless and whose after-effect is extremely potent. As a consequence, when Philip's father left the party, he was drunk.
Only a few minutes after he left the office and began to drive home, he went through a red light and his automobile was hit broadside by a truck. He was dead when the police pulled him out of the wreckage.
The next few weeks were unbearably agonizing for Madge O-, and so she turned to her son for help. To lie alone in her bed was unbearable at night, as she remembered the happy union she had known. In desperation, she asked Philip to sleep in her bed and, understanding her suffering and deeply concerned over it, he quickly agreed.
What Madge did not know was that her son had secretly been jealous of his parents sleeping together in one bed while he was alone in another room. And out of this from childhood, he had derived a feeling of rejection.
For the first time since her husband's death, Madge slept well that first night when Philip shared her bed. She awoke early and felt the comforting warmth of his body beside her. It took some time before she became aware that it was her son and not her husband whose body pressed tightly against her thighs and bottom. Then she realized that during the night, her nightie had somehow hiked up above her hips so that the boy was pressed against her nakedness. First she began to draw away, and then stopped.
Suddenly, she became aware of the sensation of excitement, excitement that was greater in this contact with her beloved son than it had ever been with her own husband. Her conscience told her that this was shameful and that she should move quickly away, but her flesh hesitated, for the sensation was too delicious.
And then as she lay there trying to resist this arousal, she suddenly felt Philip's arms cling tightly around her, felt his body press and rub against her bottom, felt his stiff cock prodding against the groove between her buttocks, he was sobbing as if frustrated.
She turned to face him, embracing him, and again felt him rubbing against her, this time her son's prick was brushing against her inner thighs. And all reason and thought fled.
Spreading her thighs, Madge drew Philip to her and with her own hand guided his prick into her cunt. He instinctively knew what to do. Their fuck was brief because he had been so wildly aroused from the very beginning, and yet it was sufficient to give Madge the most satisfying come she had ever tasted.
Philip stayed home from school that day, and the two of them discussed what had happened and what was to be done about it. Philip's attitude was one of defending the rightness of what he had done, and since he was exceptionally well read, quoted from some of the classics to support in his argument. To her own dismay, Madge found herself agreeing to his reasoning, even though she knew the position was untenable.
The entire morning was spent discussing sex, and instead of eating lunch, they held hands and walked slowly to her bedroom This time they did not hurry to fuck. Madge slowly undressed, and Philip stopped her when she was down to panties and bra. His eyes devouring her, he then stripped naked and saw that his prick was enormously rigid. Before he allowed her to take off her bra and panties, Philip fondled and kissed provocatively clad body and they kissed hotly, their tongues enlacing. Then his eager hands removed her bra and panties, and he knelt to kiss her belly and then her cunt. She shuddered and moaned, as he led her to the bed. Eagerly her thighs parted, and her arms held out to him the promise of passionate adoration as he mounted upon her. The fuck lasted longer this time and Madge received a tremendous orgasm.
So that week became a kind of orgy as they experimented with everything that Madge knew and all that this precocious boy had read about. He gamahuched her, and she Frenched him. Once, as she lay on her belly sighing with delight, while his hands caressed her bottom, he impulsively yawned open the cheeks of her behind and thrust his prick against her ass-hole. Madge started, but then as one of his hands slipped down to rub her cunt and finally frig her clitoris, she yielded to this her first buggering. Among their other exploits was mutual masturbation, each staring into the other's eyes lovingly.
During those days of the weekend, mother and son had undergone a complete change of personality; instead of mother and son, they had become husband and wife.
This liaison went on for six years until Madge visited a doctor because of severe head pains, was hospitalized and died of a brain tumor some two weeks later. After Madge's death, the doctor spent as much time as possible with Philip, who had locked himself up in the big house and refused to leave it. Gradually the doctor gained the boy's confidence, until finally Philip showed him his mother's diary.
The doctor shuddered as he read the chronicle of incest. And then he knew that Philip would require professional help if the boy were to have any chance at all to adjusting to a normal life.
In turn, Philip was sent to me for consultation, and I admitted him to a private clinic where he was compelled to see other people. I visited him at least three times a week, and before long I saw reasonable hope that he could become adjusted enough to take his place in society.
I am happy to report that the gentle, artistic boy became a surprisingly well adjusted man who is now married and has two children with a third on the way. His wife, he has admitted to me, was delighted to find him so adept a lover, and adores him.
When we study the beginning of this incestuous affair, we see how readily it came about. There was such a close unity between this trio of husband and wife and son and such a complete adoration by the mother for her two males, that when her husband was tragically taken from her, she found his qualities in the boy. Possibly that first sexual contact was accidental, but the diary does not explain it. Philip himself never told me whether that first time his mother wakened to find him pressing against her, it was by intent or by accident. We can only conjecture.'
But once this act of incest took place, Madge discovered the one as yet unknown quality in her son which sufficed to replace him in her husband's stead. For when she experienced so shattering an orgasm, she was swayed towards the boy as the transformation of her dead husband. And there is one other point that may be made. It is revealed in some of the entries which Madge herself wrote down in this diary. She felt that her husband had been murdered by a cruel practical joke, murdered by members of a society which condemned incest. By taking Philip as her "husband," she not only found a greater degree of sexual fulfillment than she had ever known before, but in addition it was a way of striking back at that society by committing the act that would most offend it.
I make no judgment and I do not condemn or moralize. We deal here not with brutish, sub-normally amoral people, but with two highly sensitive individuals whose theoretical knowledge may well have been insufficient to cope with the tremendous assault of emotions that came upon them like an avalanche after the shocking death of Madge's husband.
CASE HISTORY Janet P and Jason
Janet P ruled her family with an iron hand, and her husband indulged her in this superiority, letting her have her own way and doing himself those things which she desired. Janet's oldest daughter left home as soon as she reached legal age in order to escape the domination of her life by her strict, stern mother. Jason also thought of leaving, but since he was fifteen, it wasn't possible. If a psychiatrist or family doctor had been intimate enough with this family, he would at once have seen the problem and resolved it. But since this did not occur, as we shall see, incest came about.
For actually Janet was a reluctant dominatress, and would greatly have preferred to have her husband take the upper hand. Yet early in the marriage he had seemed to back down from assuming this authority, and so she assumed it in his stead. She resented the role that had been thrust upon her, but almost became obsessed with it so that she became a despot. Her husband, being weak, readily accepted her domination and drew from her strength in order to maintain her responsibilities.
However, her daughter and Jason were not quite so ready to conform as he was, so their mother set strict rules for them and punished them instantly for the finest infringement.
She did not believe in psychological punishments like the restriction of liberty, cutting off allowance or denial of such rights as dating and going to movies. Instead, the offender was taken to a room, stripped from the waist down and soundly spanked. In the early years, her right hand was enough to sting their bottoms most uncomfortably, but as they grew older, Janet believed that more than a simple hand-spanking was called for. Accordingly, she collected quite an impressive arsenal of spanking paddles and straps to be used, depending on the severity of the offense or her mood at the moment. The older girl, indeed, decided to run away from home after one particular thrashing, in which she was made to take off everything including her stockings and shoes from her waist down, and lean over the bed, her face pressed into a pillow, her bottom upturned, while Janet applied a thick strap forty times.
Once the girl had gone, Jason received the brunt of discipline. It seemed to him that he was enduring not only his own deserved punishments but also his mother's spleen because her daughter had run away.
Then one Saturday morning while his father was working overtime as manager of a fleet of commercial delivery trucks, Jason incurred his mother's wrath by sleeping past the hour Janet had told him to wake up. He had forgotten to set his alarm.
She strode into the room, jerked back the covers down and jerked him pajamas down in almost the same motion. He wakened to find himself being drawn across her lap, and then his bottom began to bound and jerk and redden under her spanks. When she had finished, she walked out of the room, leaving him to sob on the bed.
A few moments later, as she was walking along the hall, she saw something in the boy's mirror (for the door to his room had been left open) that stopped her in her tracks. He was standing beside his bed jacking off. Instead of being angry, Janet found herself excited by what she saw, since Jason looked much more of a man than did his father. And so she walked into the room.
Jason gulped and gasped, his eyes huge with fear, expecting an even more serious thrashing. But to the boy's surprise, Janet sat down on the bed and drew him down beside her. Then, talking softly to him, she asked him why he had such an arousal. Stammeringly he explained that every time he had watched his sister being spanked or he was himself spanked, he had a hard-on and then had to jack off.
Now that he sat beside her, his prick was limp, but Janet put her hand on it and found it respond at once. Soon it was turgid and throbbing, and she felt waves of passion sweeping over her. Impulsively, she leaned over and kissed his cock. Then, using both her mouth and fingers, she brought him to a swift gismic outburst, swallowing his seed.
That same evening Janet told her husband it was high time he spent the evening out with his friends and made him leave the house just after dinner. As soon as he had left, she took Jason to her room. There they talked about the exciting qualities of spanking, and Jason had the feeling that he was now being accepted by his mother as a man, not a boy.
He felt this even more when his mother stood beside him holding up her dress while she waited for him to pull her panties down. "I want you to give me a good spanking too, and see if it doesn't excite us both, darling," she had told him. As she placed herself over his lap, she could feel hishard stiff prick rubbing against her belly and inner thighs as he began to give her the spanking she had asked for. He kept spanking her until she cried. Then, at her order, pushed her back onto the bed. Her knees went up and her legs spread wide, and he bent his head between them and began to gamahuch her till she came.
Then both stood naked, and Jason mounted nervously over her body, settled himself between her trembling widened thighs, and enjoyed the first fuck of his young life as she guided his prick with her own hand and and told him how to press back and forth inside of her, not going too fast and not getting too excited. Thereafter, mother and son went through a spanking session at every opportunity, winding up with a good hard fuck. From time to time, Janet had him gamahuch her and, to reward him for this, Frenched him. This relationship could well have gone on indefinitely until one evening some five months later, Jason visited her sister at her apartment. She had taken a job and been able to support herself and was happy in her newly found independence. She was also glad to see her brother, whom she hadn't seen since she had run away from home. But to her astonishment he said to her, "Pamela, I want to fuck you."
"You must be crazy, Jason!" she gasped. "How did you ever think of a thing like that?"
"Well, it's what Mom and I are doing. So why shouldn't you do it with me too? I'm pretty good at it," he boasted.
Pamela managed to send Jason away unsatisfied, though he was grumbling at her refusal. Then at once she phoned Janet that she would go to the police unless her mother went to a doctor for psychiatric care.
Janet agreed, and ended her relationship with Jason. To make certain that this unhealthy situation would not go on, Pamela gave up her apartment and went back to live with Jason and Janet, stipulating that there were to be no more spankings.
We have an understandable pattern here of the causes leading up to the incestuous relationship between Janet and Jason. The man Janet married turned out to be effete, and so Janet was given the burden of running the household and making the important decisions. Actually, she wanted to be thoroughly a woman and subordinate to a man. And when she saw her fifteen-year-old boy standing in his room with a hard-on which her own spanking had caused, when she saw how virile he was as compared with her ineffectual husband, the fatal impulse towards substituting the boy for the husband took place.
CASE HISTORY: Joella A and Karl
Joella A was a reasonably attractive woman of thirty-two who had never married, mainly because she had stayed to care for her aging parents after her older brothers and sisters had married and moved away.
When they finally died, she believed it was too late to form a new life and find a husband for herself. It was true that when she had been about twenty years old, she had had a brief but very passionate affair and experienced fucking for the first time. However, her parents had discouraged her liason with this man and she had willingly dropped it.
To be sure, she had had many sexual urges since then, but she had to satisfy them by means of frigging herself. So it was natural that she began to feel envious of her two married sisters who seemed so happy with families of their own, because her life was barren by comparison. She visited them from time to time, and always came away with this feeling of rejection and loneliness.
During one such visit, Joella was asked by one of her sisters if she would consider staying over the long holiday weekend and look after the latter's sixteen-year-old son. Her sister and the latter's husband had originally planned on taking the boy to their summer cottage along with their twelve-year-old daughter. The boy, however, was on a high-school baseball team and was a star pitcher, and the team was playing two crucial games over the weekend, so the boy wanted to stay behind.
Joella agreed, thinking to herself that here was just another example of her doing the chores while her brothers and sisters enjoyed the good life. Her sister and husband and the little girl left after lunch on Friday, and Joella was alone in the house, feeling particularly sorry for herself.
Later that afternoon, when Karl came in, Joella was sitting on the couch reading. She was surprised when the boy sat opposite her and picked up a newspaper. She remembered that her sister had said that it was hard to get Karl to read, and now he was making an obvious point of doing just that. But when she glanced up from her book a few minutes later, she discovered that he wasn't reading at all; instead, he was staring at her legs. She glanced up and saw a mirror over the mantelpiece and observed to her surprise that her legs were showing well above the tops of her nylon stockings.
It thrilled her to think that here was a boy who found it exciting to look at her legs. And the thought of revenge against her sister who had taken her for granted rose in her psyche. Yes, she told herself, it would be an ideal revenge to seduce her sister's son.
And so, keeping her eyes on her book, Joella turned on the couch, bending her knees under her and parting them. Using the book as a shield, she darted a quick glance to the minor and noticed that not only her thighs but also the crotch of her panties were visible to Karl.
She took a covert look at the boy and suddenly saw his brush his hand across the front of his trousers as if he were uncomfortable. She knew that he had a hard-on. So, putting her book down, she showed another display of bare thigh as she got off the couch and walked towards him. Standing beside him, she slipped her arms around him, and reached down with one hand to rub the front of his trousers, confirming that he had a tremendous hard-oa He tried to squirm out of the chair, but her arms pinned him down.
I'm glad to see you like looking at my legs, Karl," she whispered. "Now tell me the truth, you do enjoy it, don't you?"
"Yeah-sure, Aunt Joella!" he nervously blurted.
Joella kept her left arm around his chest as she leaned over him, and her right hand continued to fondle his prick through his fly. Then she began to ask him about his experience with girls, and she learned that although he had necked a few times, he had never once fucked or seen a naked girl.
Her excitement was mounting uncontrollably. She drew back her left hand and opened her blouse, exposing her bra. Then she rubbed one of her bra-sheathed titties against the boy's cheek and whispered, "Come sit on the couch with me."
It wasn't long before Karl had not only removed Joella's bra but also the rest of her clothes. He stared at her, his eyes wide and blazing with wonder and desire. And he didn't resist at all when she pulled his trousers and shorts down and began to fondle his prick. A few minutes later, she had told him, "Let's see if we can't fuck just like grownups do, darling," and with her hand was leading his prick into her cunt.
As she felt the thrill of that hard young organ probe into her tender, quivering channel, she wondered how she'd ever been able to go so long without a male, and she swore that she would never be so deprived again.
It was a wholly satisfying fuck, and after it was over, they talked for a long time. He suddenly blurted out that he wished he could tell some of his pals about this, and Joella had an idea: "better than that; if you really trust them, bring them over here this evening. I'll let all of you do it with me," she promised.
He hurried out to round up his two best friends. And he came back an hour later with not two but three very nervous, incredulous boys about his own age. He told her that "the guys don't believe you'd do that, Aunt Joella." With a smile, she slowly pulled her skirt up to the top of her thighs. A few minutes later, she stood in bra and panties as the four boys crowded round her. She told them to strip naked, and then each of them had a hard-on. She let them take off her bra and panties, and then lead the way into her bedroom. Before they left that night, she had had seven good hard fuckings, seen a number of other attempts end in impotence, had lost count of the number of orgasms she had reached, and for the first time in her life had been gamahuched.
The weekend was an entire orgy, and when she left her sister's house on Tuesday morning, she had already made plans for Kari and his friends to spend a couple of weeks at her place in the country at the end of the summer.
Karl's mother and father never did find out that Aunt Joella had seduced him, and in turn Joella never lost her interest in boys. Even in her late fifties, she was paying neighborhood boys to visit her bedroom and fuck her. Karl and his friends continued to visit her until they married and developed normal interests.
Karl happened to come to me about ten years ago for advice about a problem with one of his young sons, and we discussed this entire story. It was obvious that he still remembered the happy times he had had with his mother's sister. Nor did he feel the slightest shame or guilt. "She made a man of me, and I respected and loved her, and I didn't think she was a tramp," was his statement.
One may wonder, however, what might have happened to both of them had Joella's sister or the latter's husband come upon the two engaged in such incestuous conduct. It might well have caused traumatic damage to both. They were indeed fortunate, and in many instances one may say they were truly the exception.