Chapter 2

Harry A. is a middle-aged working man who has spent the better part of his life raising his daughter and supporting his wife. Basically, he is not the kind of man who would be called colorful or radical. He has abided by the laws of the land, contributed his fair share in taxes and lived mainly as a decent citizen.

But all this came to a halt with Harry when his wife left him and he lost his job to automation. Living in a small factory town near the Mojave desert, Harry began to stay at home because there was no place for him to look for work. As a participant in his own community, Harry suddenly found himself unable to contribute anything.

I interviewed Harry using a tape recorder and plenty of time. His manner was easy and cordial, though at times he seemed vague and unsure of himself. Nevertheless, he revealed to me, and now to you, his story in great detail and some amount of relish. It is a story that experts would explain to be 'typical' in cases of incest. But for Harry, the events which lead to our interview were anything but that, and the changes in his life were revolutionary for him.

First it was June who left me. I remember it was a cold windy night-the kind you can get only on the deserts. The house was rattling and shaking and I thought to myself that I was a lucky man to have a wife and daughter to keep me warm. I always used to think this way whenever the weather got too bad, kind of explaining to myself I guess for the lousy job I had at the factory.

Anyway, I was driving through the neighborhood when I turned the corner and saw our other car gone from the garage. I didn't know what to think, especially since I knew Carol, our daughter, and her friends were going to have one of those slumber parties that night and June would never leave a bunch of fourteen year old girls alone, under any conditions.

But then I found her letter. It said that she had found another man and was going to Los Angeles. She claimed that life out on the desert had been turning her into a rat and everything and that she couldn't stand it any more. I sat down real quick like on the chair in the kitchen, trying to adjust to what was happening. But that was difficult.

Then Carol and her three friends came inside. They were all blonde little girls, but for some reason, I guess because my own wife wasn't there, they kind of appealed to me. They all had bodies, and one of them had boobs that were bigger than June's. Being the only man in the house on this strange night gave me some really weird ideas. I guess the way I looked at those chicks, even my daughters, gave them the same feelings. There was kind of a strange silence all around when Carol introduced me to her friends.

"Where's mom?"

I told Carol that her mother had to go see her grandmother. She accepted that pretty easily and went giggling back into the living room and then into her own bedroom where they were going to sleep.

This one girl, I think her name was Sally, really stayed with me as I began to hit that old whiskey. She was tall, stacked like crazy and with a body that belonged on a woman twice her age. Her eyes were what did it, though, because while Carol had been making those introductions, this little chick kept flashing these sultry brown eyes at me-like she knew everything in the world about fucking, or at least desired an education along those lines. Anyway, with each new taste of the alcohol her face seemed to loom up in front of me. I felt daring and kind of really rotten, not caring what I thought or eventually even what I did.

I listened while sitting there at the kitchen table to the winds die down, and then to girls after they finally stopped joking around and fell asleep. I was trying to figure out what to do with my life, where to go and if I should try and find my wife. But the whiskey was working its spell on me, and my thoughts weren't too clear. Then, out of nowhere, appeared this girl Sally.

"Up kind of late aren't you?"

She nodded. But she didn't look sleepy at all. She was wearing this nightgown which was almost transparent. I could see the lift of her breasts, and the pink darkness of her nipples peering through. Down below, the small triangle of black hair was also visible. I felt myself beginning to rise from the dead underneath the table.

"I can never sleep," she said, resting her hand on her hips and kind of throwing out her little cunt towards me, "because I have this problem."

I tried to sound nasty because I wanted her out. I mean, she was really getting to me and the whiskey and everything didn't help.

"What kind of problem is it?" I asked, watching her large and young tits move strongly beneath her gown.

She smiled and ran her tongue along her lips, making them shiny and inviting. "I don't know, it feels like a fever I always get ... like something inside me needs to be filled."

I didn't know what to think. I mean, was it possible that this little fourteen year old was making a play or something? The idea was definitely appealing, but still immoral as hell.

"Would you like a cup of hot chocolate?" I asked, trying to sound like the old man I was.

"That's not quite what I had in mind. I thought maybe a little human comfort might help."

She walked around the table, her breasts bobbing beneath her gown, and swung her ass onto my lap. Immediately I was as hard as a rock beneath her. The bulge in my pants fit nicely between the smooth, strong cheeks of her tight little ass.

"You seem to be having troubles, too."

She said, wriggling herself so that the obvious hulk which was throbbing beneath her could get better situated in her ass.

I muttered and stuttered, but couldn't say anything that might have sounded reasonable. Her breasts were hanging right there in front of my eyes, and through the material I could see that they were strong and large. Then she turned to face me, and with that motion her breasts swung around and were right there at my mouth.

"You're a nice man, Harry, I mean, I've always liked you."

This little chick was really getting it on, and I debated with myself whether or not to let it go any further. But she was so pretty and inviting sitting there I really never had a choice.

"Wouldn't you like to touch me?"

Instead of waiting for my answer, she pushed herself up against my face, burying her tit into my mouth. Through the material of her nightie, I sucked on her nipples, making it grow tight and hard.

"Ahhhh . ... " she moaned, throwing her head backwards, "you do it so well. You must have really been around..."

Then she lifted herself off my lap, and drew her nightie over her head. Naked and shining like a newborn child beneath the kitchen light, Sally posed for me. Her body was incredible. Her legs were lean and strong, and her hair at her cunt was fine and thin so that I could see the crack that rode up between her legs. She spread them a little to give me a better look and smiled.

"You like me there?" she asked, spreading herself now with her hands.

I looked deeply into the pink, juicy folds and could not deny that it was probably the finest little cunt I had ever seen. I mean, it was clean and open, tight and juicy and she was beautiful everywhere else, too. I decided that she was the best looking piece of ass I had ever seen. Suddenly, I didn't miss my wife anymore, and, if someone had asked me who she was, I wouldn't have been able to remember her name.

"Let me see you, Harry, I want to see what a real man looks like."

I felt kind of embarrassed when I stood up and began undoing my trousers. But her eyes were really eager, and she was almost absent-mindedly rubbing her little fir pie and it turned me on so much that by the time I had my underwear over my cock, I was as hard as I had ever been.

"It's beautiful! I mean, it's the best looking one I've ever seen!" She was really happy, and walked over to me. Her hand was shaking slightly as she took my meat and held it up so she could examine it.

Then she knelt down onto the floor and put her mouth to it. Her lips were sweet and young, and as she drew in all of me, I could feel her tongue working without sureness around the length. Then she really began sucking me off, moving back and forth like crazy, drawing me in tight then moving back again without ever taking a breath. I held her head firmly against me and rode with her mouth.

"I want it inside me ... please, Harry, put it inside!"

She threw herself backwards onto the cold kitchen floor. Her legs were spread and I leaned down between them and took a taste of her sweet cunt. It was soft and warm, and the skin around her hole was strong and well-formed. There wasn't the droop like you find on older women, but a perfectly formed little cunt surrounded by incredibly perfect skin.

"Oh God," she cried, wrapping her thighs around my head, "please, your cock, put your cock inside!"

I pulled back and drew myself between her legs. She opened them as widely as possible and watched me with eyes that reminded me of a small deer.

"I'm not a virgin, baby, but go easy anyway." She breathed a slight smile across her face.

As the tip of my prick entered her, I thought how this chick was going to be a real winner. I mean, she really had the taste for fucking. I could imagine her in five more years, knowing everything there was to know about fucking and really making some dude happy. Ah, I thought to myself, this generation was really a bunch of lucky bastards!

But she was tight, even though she wanted to make believe that she was a continual goer. My cock would make it in about a half inch, then I would have to pull back again and go through the same process. She was warm, and the skin of her vagina clenched around me like a vice. After June's used and wide hole, where you felt like you were diving into hell itself, this warm, tight little snatch was the greatest.

"Easy, baby, easy," she moaned, pulling me from my ass into herself. Finally, I opened her up enough and began pumping very easily and directly into her. No imagine stuff, just a straight and driving jackhammer. I always found that that was what the chicks liked best that simple, powerful thrust forward with all of you behind it.

We plunged into each other, trying to make it last but the excitement was so great that that was difficult. Finally, I came. As I shot my stuff into her, it felt like my whole inside, then my entire body, was being sucked out of me. She let out little yelps and cries-like a wounded animal, but held on to take everything I had. Finally, I collapsed on top of her.

"Did you have any protection?" I asked, suddenly seeing the possibilities.

"Of course" she smiled, pulling her thighs together tightly around my prick.

It was at that moment that I thought I saw the pink color of my daughter's nightgown disappear around the doorway and into the hallway. I wondered then if she had seen it all.

For the next few weeks, Carol acted very strangely towards me. There was no indication on her part that she had seen Sally and myself fucking that night; but, on the other hand, there was this strange way in which she always looked at me. It was like she was trying to size me up-figure out if I was something to be reckoned with or not. Obviously, I felt, she and Sally had never discussed that evening between themselves because that would have been hitting too close to home.

I started changing after that evening with Carol's friend. I began to notice my own daughter in light of a possible lay, regarding her small, pointed tits and her lean, long legs that still didn't quite fit with the rest of her. After all, she was the only woman in the house now that my wife had left, and the sexual needs within me just didn't walk out with my wife. As a matter-of-fact, I was getting hornier and hornier as time went on, feeling the urge to get next to some warm flesh and sink myself deeply into some warm and juicy cunt. But there was no one around who could supply me with that valuable commodity except for Carol-and, she was my only daughter. I began to grow very torn between things, realizing the situation was one which not only involved morals but also physical needs. I decided to try a whore.

I told Carol that I had to go to San Francisco on business. I left her with a friend and drove up towards Las Vegas. The cold desert air and wearisome drive relieved me somewhat and I began to feel much better. I stopped in the gambling town and won twenty dollars at the '21' table, then headed out north from town to a place called 'Lisa's'.

The house was a large ranch style place surrounded with twinkling lights suspended in air like a used car lot. I drove the small gravel road to the front door and went inside. As far as I could see, there was no one else around. I seemed to be the only customer.

The living room was large and there were brown, leather chairs scattered all about. On one end there was a bar with a juke box playing an old Frank Sinatra record. At the other end, a fire raged in the fireplace, giving off some much needed warmth. A fat woman, looking the worse for her years greeted me.

"Would you like a girl?" She asked, trying to smile wickedly and trying to look like the madames of yesteryear.

I told her that I did. She sat me down on one of the stuffed chairs and asked me to wait. I smoked a cigarette and listened as two or three girls came giggling from behind the partition. One was tall, dark-haired and skinny. The other was plump, with flaming red-hair. The girl I chose immediately was blonde, like Carol, but with large tits revealed nicely through a thin tee shirt. She looked tired and bored, but I figured it was better than nothing.

She took me to a small bedroom at the end of the hallway. Her walls were lined with posters of famous rock stars, a guitar and pretty flowers. It was certainly a change from the places I visited during the war.

"What would you like to do?" She asked, sitting cross-legged on the bed so I could see the dark outline of her cunt beneath her panties.

"A little of everything ... if you know what I mean?"

"Okay," she replied, standing and lifting her teeshirt above her large, red nipples, "it'll cost thirty dollars."

I gave her thirty dollars and tried to joke with her. But she was all business and didn't want any part of it. She pulled down her panties and stepped out of them, then told me to undress. When I was naked, she took me into the bathroom where she washed off my pecker.

"You've got a nice cock, mister, real nice." She handled me easily with the years of experience behind her. I got hard as a rock while she washed me off, and she began jerking me off while the soap was still on.

She led me to the bed and pushed me back onto my back. She spread my legs and took the tip of my prick into her mouth. Her tongue worked the hole open and she concentrated herself there, stabbing and driving herself into that small opening. Then, after a few minutes of that, she lifted herself and stood at the edge of the bed. She threw one leg up onto the mattress, opening her little blonde cunt wide.

"Okay ... want to eat me out?" She asked, pulling apart her lips and looking away.

I put my mouth there and began licking her cunt. But nothing was really happening. She wasn't wet, and I could see her eyes wandering around the room, then out the window and sometimes even down at me. She made all the right noises, but it wasn't there. I couldn't blame her, either, because after having had so many men, there must come a point when it just doesn't matter anymore. My little whore had obviously reached that a long time ago. When she finally rolled over, spread her legs and invited me inside, I threw my prick up into her and came quickly. I wanted out of there because I was being plagued with only one thought-and that was of Carol walking naked in front of me. It was an image which had been coming now quite frequently and no matter what I did, it remained to haunt me.

I left 'Lisa's' place in a hurry, driving the desert wastes back home to see the one woman in the world I cared for-my daughter.

When I got back home, I picked up Carol and drove her back to the house. She seemed very eager to know what I had done while I was away. Of course, I couldn't tell her so I lied about meeting business associates. But with each new question, I saw in her what I had been seeking. She looked so young and fresh, so eager and unsure of herself. She was driving me crazy.

Then, finally, when we were only five minutes from our house, she asked me.

"Daddy, what do you do for sex?"

I asked her what made her ask a question like that. She told me that the girls thought something was wrong because I didn't have a girl-friend or anything, and that there was no way for me to have sex. I laughed, but Carol was serious about the whole thing and really wanted to know.

"You're always alone, daddy,' she purred, inching closer to me, "and that isn't right. I mean, don't you get nervous and everything?"

I couldn't believe it. The younger generation was certainly growing up faster than we had. I tried to avoid the question but found myself digging deeper and deeper into a pit from which I couldn't escape. Finally, Carol put her slim, white hand on my thigh and looked up at me with sultry, clouded eyes-the kind older women have when the bedroom lurks just at the end of the hallway.

"Could I help you? I mean, I'm a woman, too, and mommy really let you have it, didn't she?"

My hands were sweating like crazy. Carol slid her hand further up my thigh until her fingers rested just at the edge of my aching balls.

"No honey," I replied, now trying to sound like a father, "you shouldn't involve yourself in my problems. After all, you've got your own life to lead."

"But I love you. And right now, we're all we've got to each other. I mean, there's no one else for either of us, is there?"

Her fingers now had hold of my sacs and she was searching out the balls, kneading them and playing with them.

"They're big, aren't they?" she asked, her breathing becoming heavy and woman-like. She had the zipper of my pants in her hands and was riding it down across the bulge which had developed there. Finally, after struggling, she managed to get it over my prick and down.

"I don't know anything, daddy, you've got to teach me."

Obviously, I thought, she has spoken with Sally. The little bitch has told her about that night when I fucked her probably the best she had ever been fucked. But then again, Carol had seen everything, and everything she was doing now was part of her own desire. She hadn't spoken with anyone, but had reached this decision on her own.

"Carol," I said, shaking as her fingers dug inside my pants, "do you realize what you are doing?"

"Oh yes, daddy, I really do. I don't see anything wrong with it, do you?"

I couldn't answer her. Her warm fingers, so slim and tender, were now wrapped around my cock. She worked and struggled until finally bringing my stick out into the open air. She held it in her hand, staring at it with her mouth hanging open and her eyes a very wide-open blue.

"God, it's huge! I remember the times I used to spy on you and mommy in the shower. But it always just kind of drooped, and really didn't look that big."

But now, she held me in full bloom. Her hands moved lightly up and down the length, stopping at the tip and exploring that then moving on down the shaft. She found the ridge underneath and drove her fingernail down that, almost an expert at age fifteen!

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Carol..." I replied, shaking like a leaf and trying to keep the car on the road.

"Daddy, do you mind if I give you a blow job?"

Her lips were wide open, ready to take me inside as she knelt down across my lap. I focused on the road ahead, watching the people walking, going through their everyday routines, secretly knowing that if they knew what was happening in this car they would banish me from the community forever.

Carol sucked hard on my rod, pulling as much of it inside her mouth as possible. She played at that for a while then drove her tongue down along the ridge. Her mouth was warm and smooth, her teeth-straight and even. She rode up and down, her head bobbing up against the steering wheel.

"I'm coming, sweetie ... "

I thought she'd pull off, but instead, she kept at it. Her hands were at my hips, and with them she pulled my pelvis up into her mouth. I shot the stuff off and she choked a little as she tried to swallow it all. I looked down and could see the white, heavy liquid pouring from the corners of her soft, ruby lips. When I was finished, and she had swallowed everything, she looked up towards me with her light, blue eyes and smiled.

"There," she said, still holding my twitching cock in her small hands, "feel better?"

She was like a vision. I had never noticed just how pretty she really was. With the white stuff hardening at the corners of her mouth, she looked like a real woman. She was my daughter, I had raised her, but at this moment, she looked like nothing that was related to me. She was a beautiful, desirable woman who had just given me the greatest blow job I had ever had.

When we got home, we were both a little uncomfortable. Neither of us really knew where to go from here, and we kind of shuffled around the house like two strangers. Finally, Carol walked up to me, I was sitting on the couch, and stood quite proudly in front.

"Undress me ... please ... I want to show you what I look like."

I reached up and took the buttons of her blouse and undid them one by one. When the shirt hung open, the tops of her white tits were visible pouring over the white lace of her bra. I ran my hands across the smooth skin, so firm and taut, and she cried out.

"No one's ever touched me before. You're the first."

The blouse slid down easily across her shoulders. I wanted to go slowly, savoring each new inch of virgin skin revealed to me.

Her stomach was hard and flat, and her little belly button intercepted the crease that ran from between her breasts and would eventually become her untouched crack.

I ran my tongue down along that crease, and she held onto my head, pushing me down further and further. With my free hands, I reached up behind her and unfastened the bra. The material fell away from her breasts, the small, pointed sacs bouncing just slightly with their new freedom. Then, Carol took a step backwards, threw out her chest towards me to make herself seem larger, and waited for my opinion.

"Do you like them?" She asked, unsure of herself.

"They're the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen!"

She smiled broadly, then moved back towards me so that the nipples, which were now hard and pointed, were at my mouth. I took the succulent little bud into my mouth and bit it gently.

"Ooooh ... dadeeee ... please . ... " She cried, letting her long blonde hair fall across the nape of my neck. I sucked and tweaked her nipples, playing with the bounce and firmness of her tits until she was writhing in pleasure.

"Please," she cried, swinging her head back and forth, "the rest of me ... do the rest of me!"

I reached down between us and unzipped her jeans. She stepped back and I pulled the garment down over her hips and down the length of her legs. Clumsily, she stepped out of them and we both laughed. Now, she stood naked except for the tiny ribbon of material that was her panties. I could see beneath the sheer material the dark tuft of her blonde hair. Her eyes were upon me, weighing every nuance to determine just how I would accept her young, firm body.

Then, as though in a striptease, she wriggled the panties ever so slowly down across the golden tuft of her cunt. With each inch, her little, tight crack became more and more revealed until finally I could see where it ran up between her legs. When she was naked, she once again took a step backwards and waited for my opinion.

"You are the most gorgeous creature I have ever seen!"

"Oh, daddy, you're so very nice!"

I grabbed her from behind, feeling the strength and tightness of her small ass, and pulled her towards me. I buried my face in her soft, sweet little pie and began searching with my tongue for the magical cleft between her legs.

Carol drew her legs apart, wrapping her slim thighs around my head, and opened herself to my tongue. I rode her smooth crack up and down its length, then found her pearl and began licking and stabbing at it.

"Oh, God," she cried, pushing her vagina up against my hungry tongue, "I never knew it could feel so good!"

I drove and plunged with my tongue as far into her as I could, feeling the tight smoothness of her vagina. That cunt that had never been touched or invaded was a new land for me, a world to which men had previously been denied. Now, with my tongue as an extension of the pulsating meat between my legs, I was exploring this sacred territory.

Carol was pushing up against me with a ferocity of one who had engaged in sex for years. She wanted to get there, and at least knew there was someplace to go. Her hands were pulling me inside her, trying to get the entirety of my head buried between her long, lean legs. Finally, she pushed me away.

"Fuck me, daddy, please fuck me!! ! "

She grabbed at my pants as I stood up before her. She was eager as hell, and finally managed to pull down my slacks across my prong. I stood in front of her with my stick standing straight out like a pole. She took it between her hands and rubbed it very gently.

"It's beautiful," she moaned, "put it between my legs. Put it all the way inside me . . .hurry!! ! "

She fell backwards onto the carget and spread her legs. Her pink crack was swollen and moist. She brought her legs up then let them fall aside, revealing as much of her cunt to me as she could. There was a look of almost terrified suspension on her face, a look which told of her anticipation for the act that was to come.

I knelt down over her and put my mouth to hers. She drew me in, then opened widely and explored my mouth with her tongue. It was a quick, little tongue, unsure of the terrain but going forth anyway with a tremendous amount of guts. She was quite a little tiger, this daughter of mine, and I wanted her for the rest of my life. I knew deep down inisde me that no one would ever be able to satisfy me after her, that she would be the only one who could ever make this way. It was a fearful thought, and one that almost made me go soft.

But our bodies were entangling like the gnarled branches of a tree. Her legs were opened widely, and even outside her cunt I could feel the warmth that was flooding from her like a volcano.

"Inside ... hurry, put it inside!! ! "

With both hands, she reached underneath me and held the shaft that was soon to invade the cunt of my virgin daughter. Slowly, with her strong hips arched upwards she moved the tip of my prick to the entrance of her sweet valley.

I held on hard, trying to contain my excitement, as I felt myself slipping inside her. The smooth, wet walls of her vagina parted as my cock entrenched itself inside. We both stopped breathing with each new inch that was invaded, holding onto to our own sensibilities so that we could get the most pleasure out of it. Finally, I was all the way inside.

"It feels like I'm totally there..." Carol moaned, whispering in my ear and flicking her little tongue around inside.

Then I began pumping: Slowly at first and with each stroke a cry of passion coming from her. She held on, never tightening up but allowing herself to ride with my plunges. Then she, too, began pumping back. Answering with jagged, uneven strokes, she kept up with me and began to groove entirely with the motion. Deeper and deeper I plunged, almost afraid that I would devastate her womb. But she glided pretty well, and seemed to catch on quickly as to the needed movements.

Then I could no longer hold it back. The stuff shot from me, draining me of every ounce of energy and lifting me right out of the scene.

"Ooooh ... come, daddy, come ... come all the way inside me, please come!! ! "

Her nails were digging frantically into my back as I jerked and spasmed. The stuff seemed to just keep pouring out, like it had been there for years waiting only for this moment when I really let it all go. Carol kept the ride alive, throwing herself up against me, then letting down easily, then pushing herself once again into me. Finally, I was spent and collapsed on top of her. Her musty breathing was heavy and clouded. The fifteen year old body, contained the soul of a woman. We were quiet for a long time until finally Carol spoke.-

"I'll never want another man, daddy, do you know that?"

"Yes," I replied, knowing exactly what she meant.

Life from then on became one paradise. Carol and I never spent a moment without each other. We were two, new people who had only by chance been living together as father and daughter. Everything about our lives became new and fresh, but beneath it all there was a certain sense of something happening that made it seem only temporary.

We were both aware of how society felt about what we were doing and this knowledge began to eat at both of us. Carol became uncertain about a lot of things and less and less certain about us. While her girl friends were engaged in seeking out boyfriends and dates, Carol was involved in an affair that would always separate her from her peers. Then, one night when she was sixteen, she spoke the truth-a fact that I had not wanted to face.

We were laying in bed together. Carol had just finished sucking me off. Now, she held my limp prick in her hand and was playing with it like it was some kind of toy.

"Daddy?"

"Yes," I answered, knowing that something was coming which I didn't want to hear.

"I'm leaving home tonight. There's a boy ... we're going to live together."

That was the end of everything. She did leave and for the next five months all I could do with myself was mope. It was as though everything inside me had been drained out, there was nothing left. The scene with her had been the best one I could ever have, and I knew it. There was no doubt in my mind that I reached the complete fulfillment of my own sexual adventures with my own daughter.

Since that time, I have read many books on the subject of incest. I know the effect she had on me will never wear off. I only hope that I can forget enough so that I can make it with another woman someday. Also, I hope that Carol has worked out those things inside herself that made her do what she did. After having read her letters, I am sure that she has accomplished much in that direction and will be able to find a happy life for herself.

SUMMARY

Sigmund Freud astounded the world when he spoke of the incestual drive as one of the strongest sexual wishes in man. His premise contended that fathers wish to sleep with their daughters and mothers with their sons. Freud went on to say that much of mankind's drives and ambitions were only the result of this drive.

In Harry's case, this wish was profoundly fulfilled. There were a number of facts involved in his case which allowed the situation to occur, and these are very important in a discussion of this phenomena.

Alfred Kinsey, in his report written in 1948, made the observation that incest occurs in lower income families where the father is at home and finds his own self-image destroyed because of lack of profession, etc. But in our case, we are dealing with people who live twenty years after the Kinsey report and things have changed.

Carol was the prime mover in this case because of her precociousness and education. It is a well known fact that today's teenagers are much better educated and much more sophisticated than were the youngsters a generation ago. Because of this fact, Carol was able to instigate the relationship between her father and herself. She might also have been aware enough to realize that indeed, she did desire to have a sexual relationship with her own father. Being of broad mind and awareness, she then promoted the relationship and engaged enthusiastically in it.

Harry, on the other hand, was the victim of a number of circumstances. Being left with his daughter by his wife, he was thrown into a situation where the sexual stimulus of the girl's young body was present, but the age-old taboo prevented him from acting upon his desires. Sally, being the forerunner of his daughter, provided Harry with breakthrough in his own morality. She, too, was precocious and aware, and acted upon her knowledge. She provided Harry with what possibly might have been the necessary catalyst which, in the future, would allow him to have relations with his own daughter.

The environment also produced in Harry the essential motivations and thoughts that would lead him to sex with Carol. His visit to the prostitute left him empty and unsatisfied, both sexually and emotionally. Upon returning, his own daughter seemed to sense this crisis within him. At this point, she offered herself to him and he accepted. Thus, the relationship between them as father and daughter was lifted and instead, they became man and woman to each other.

In this case, we see that basically both Harry and Carol became aware of their own psychological needs as defined by Freud. In so doing, they were able to handle the situation and to make the necessary adjustments when the affair was over. Harry's own process of self-education will prevent him from desperation and sorrow and will, instead, most likely lead him into a happier life.