Chapter 2
THE MAIDEN AUNT
"I certainly didn't think much of the place when we drove up to it. Bix, my brother, was sitting up front with Aunt Claudia, and he was as unimpressed as I, judging by his actions and the tone of his voice. I know that may sound like a close-minded comment, but that's the way Bix and I were about things. We were pissed to start with. Sending our real mother to jail on a trumped-up charge just to satisfy some sonofabitch's whim didn't sit very well with either of us boys. Little wonder we were suddenly cynical! Even dear old spinster Aunt Claudia could do no right in our eyes, even though she was trying hard, and was emotionally in the same corner as us, regarding Mom.
"I don't know why I called her 'old spinster' Aunt Claudia. She was old only in the sense that she was a bit older than us boys. Bix was sixteen and I was seventeen, and I suppose that Aunt Claudia was something just under thirty. The mere fact that she was unmarried and supported herself by doing top-notch art-layout work in an ad agency in no way certified any hatred for men, which I think is implied in the word 'spinster.' On the contrary, it was known in the family that she was continually sought by men. She had told Mom that she simply wanted to 'cement' her career before settling down. Still, it was a curious circumstance, considering how attractive she was, and the whole business had been a matter of conjecture in our family for years. The upshot, of course, was that we considered Aunt Claudia a 'cold fish,' which as I came to know, was both unfair and a bald piece of misinformation.
"Opening the car door after we'd stopped, Bix turned to me and asked, 'What do you think, Carl? Pretty nice, huh?'
" 'Sure is,' I answered.
" 'Well, I think you'll find there's plenty of room,' Aunt Claudia reassured, somehow sensing that Bix and I were still angry at the whole world for being uprooted from the home we knew so well. She was making quite an attempt at civility. I was well aware she was not overjoyed at the idea of having her home invaded by a pair of hell-raising young male relatives. I suppose it was our duty to try our best-this whole thing certainly wasn't Aunt Claudia's fault. I tried to be cheerful for the first time that day.
" 'Well, if there isn't, I guess we'll just have to make sure it works anyway,' I answered.
" 'Let's get everything inside,' Aunt Claudia said, almost smiling.
"For the next hour or so we carted the possessions of a lifetime into Aunt Claudia's spacious house, a rambling modern place with an inviting pool in the back. Art-layout work must pay, I thought. There were separate bedrooms for each of us, and I grabbed the one adjacent to Aunt Claudia's, though I'm not sure what the immediate motive was. Being a rather horny seventeen, and certainly being the type to want as much freedom as possible, it didn't really make much sense to put myself under her eye that way. Considering the events that transpired later, I must have been a seer and didn't know it. Anyway, Bix took the room way down the hall in the back, right off the pool, and for the moment, we were each happy with our choices.
"The next day or so went just like a day or so with a 'family' should go. Talk, talk, talk.' Arrangements, moving, settling, all that sort of thing. Then, after we'd gotten settled to the point that we could feel relaxed, and each had house keys and had been shown where all the 'goodies' were kept, Aunt Claudia went back to work-which apparently meant working around the clock. There was no evidence of any social life or anything besides her work; no phone calls, no pictures of men, not a clue.
" 'Carl,' Aunt Claudia addressed me as she was leaving for work, 'you're the older. I expect this place to be safe in your hands. It's all I've got-treat it ... respectfully.'
" 'Of course,' I answered, and meant it.
"Since school was out, Bix and I were left with little to do. We got dressed and went out for long inspections of the nearby town and it turned out to be a dud. It was just too dreary a neighborhood; no public swimming pool, no bowling alleys, no nothing. We returned home, disgusted and restless. We went for a private swim, made some dinner, and then settled down to watch TV. After a while, Bix said, 'I'll bet she's got some booze hidden somewhere.' That was a thought; and although I didn't really care for the idea of snooping around, I didn't really object, either.
"After a bit of searching, Bix found a bottle of something unfamiliar with foreign writing on the label-a big bottle with potent, semisweet contents. We each took a large slug which burned our virgin throats. Much more respectfully, we tried a second, and then, inured and fortified, a third. It was a pretty sporting way to act-for us beer drinkers.
" 'Here's something else I found,' Bix said, extending a book for me to look at. Opening it, I found it was Aunt Claudia's private diary.
" 'We shouldn't go into something like this-it's private,' I told my brother.
" 'Oh, hell, Carl, don't be so damned proper-we've always wondered about her. Here's our chance to find out.'
"We argued a bit, not that I'm a moralist, but fair's fair. Maybe I just wanted convincing, because, frankly, my curiosity was up a bit, too. We started flipping through the diary, which was neatly done up, and as easy to read as type. We ran into many references which pointed up the fact that Aunt Claudia was just as human as anyone, very much a female, and very much in doubt of herself. Then a series of entries indicated she was seeing a doctor about emotional problems. At one point she had written:
Today the psychiatrist told me, 'You're simply afraid of men, basically because you feel your pursuit of success has put you out of touch with the world and therefore no social match for men. I'm not sure that isn't the tail wagging the dog. It would be good for you to be exposed to men and the things men do and think-maybe some of the seamier things, not so much for shock value, but simply to acquaint you with the clear reality of the life going on around you, and the clearer reality of sexual contact-related in personal terms. Nothing would be more beneficial. As Freud said, " ... the unknown becomes a sexual block, and any crystallization of those formless fears has a tendency to refix the patient's awareness...." '
"Well, I didn't really know what all that meant, except that it sounded like the doctor was trying to get Aunt Claudia to go get laid. Now, that didn't sound like too bad an idea, considering how she looked. I wondered, naturally, if the message between the lines said that Aunt Claudia was a virgin. That would have been pretty hard to swallow. Here I was only seventeen and I'd fucked a carload of girls, plus a few dozen ladies. And Bix wasn't far behind me.
" "Think she's ever been screwed?' I asked my brother.
" 'Probably. She's a doll from where I sit.' " 'I know, I know, but-let me see that diary again.'
"The upshot is that Bix and I discussed that diary entry over and over. We tried to find some other meaning in it, but it kept coming up heads: the doctor was recommending that Aunt Claudia be 'shocked' into sexual awareness, and that the seamier the better.
"Upon that interpretation, we laid our plans.
"It was about nine when Aunt Claudia pulled into the carport. She turned her lights out, locked the car doors and walked into the house. All the house lights were out, except the one in my room, which was adjacent to hers. She could scarcely get to her room without passing mine, and since my door was wide open and the bed fully illuminated, she could not help but see what was going on.
"Bix and I were on the bed, fully naked. We were in the classic 'sixty-nine' position, jacking each other off, tickling each other's balls, and generally moaning and groaning all over the place. When we heard the front door being opened we went into high gear, and Bix took my prick into his mouth and started sucking real hungrily and fast, putting on a good show. We could hear Aunt Claudia's voice calling for us, but we pretended not to notice and just stepped up the tempo. The idea was to be completely engrossed the moment she walked up. We did not have long to wait.
'"GOOD GOD, WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?!!! '
"Looking up as innocently as possible, I answered, 'Why, we're just having sex-good clean sex. We don't know any girls around here yet, so we just have to blow each other instead. What's wrong with that?'
"Predictably, Aunt Claudia threw her hand over her mouth to stifle a scream, and then ran to her room. Bix and I got up immediately, winked at each other, and then followed her.
We were both completely naked and our cocks were sticking straight out ahead of us, both dripping wet with saliva, and waving up and down in small arcs. We opened her door and walked right in. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her face a chalky white held in tremulous fingers.
"By prearrangement, Bix sat down beside her, close, with his strong young prick sticking straight up from his groin, proudly. At the same time, I stood right in front of her, my horny prick sticking out toward her face at eye-level.
"She took her hands from her face and looked at each of us in turn-and then at our pricks, with special attention on mine, which was only inches from her mouth. Silently, but imploringly, her eyes seemed to ask, 'What are you two doing here?'
"And, as if in answer, I said, 'Auntie, what's wrong? Are you ill?'
" 'I've never been so appalled ... how could you ...? '
" 'Auntie, what the hell is it with you? Don't you know there's a great big world going on right around you?' (That had been my practiced line-I thought it sounded both adult and philosophically sound).
" 'I've never seen anything like ... that ... what you were . ... ' I got the impression Aunt Claudia was close to tears. Only one thing, her occasional glance at the head of my cock, waving just under her nose, kept up my nerve. The way she was looking at it was not entirely clinical.
" "There's proof right in front of you, Aunt Claudia. When kids like us get good hard-ons like this, we have to do something with them or else we get frustrated, and we've heard' (again, a carefully thought-out line) 'that if a person doesn't get natural release they can get sick and nervous and develop all sorts of hang-ups. That's why sex should always be thought of as being natural. It's good, and good for you. And all the preaching in the world won't make it bad.'
"And then, after sufficient pause to let that sink in, I added, 'You certainly don't think sex is bad, do you, Aunt Claudia?'
"She didn't answer.
" 'Don't you admit,' I pressed, 'that actually having sex is much more desirable than just wishing for it? Or more desirable than just forcing yourself to forget about it?'
"She was still not really a part of the conversation. My prick, waving up and down only inches from her face seemed to occupy her attention much more than my words. I stepped forward a bare inch. The drop of cum which had accumulated on the head was glistening and plainly visible to her, I'm sure. I stood in front of her like that for an extended minute.
"Then, somehow, the forcefulness of the sight diminished in her awareness sufficiently so that she could reply.
" 'My God,' she uttered in a shaken voice, 'do you expect a woman to lie down and do it every time she gets...? '
" 'What do you mean by 'do it'? ' I asked. " 'You know, when a man and woman join togeth-'
" 'Dammit, Auntie, if you mean fuck, why don't you say so?'
"Again her hand flew to her mouth and she turned her head away.
" 'Say it, Aunt Claudia,' I insisted, feeling a new power now. 'It's easy. Say fuck. Just put your front teeth on your lower lip and blow out an 'f sound, and then just let the 'uk' come out naturally.'
" 'No, no. I can't!' She squirmed.
" 'Sure you can,' urged Bix. 'Watch my mouth.' Then Bix formed his lips in the necessary petulant-purse and gave her a soft, slowly aspirated 'pppphhhhhh ... uh ... kkkkkk.'
"Aunt Claudia's eyes had opened and were no longer forcibly withdrawn. She seemed to mentally pinch herself to make sure all this was really happening. Then, although it might require a leap into the absurd to believe it, Aunt Claudia seemed to just slump into a resigned relaxation, as if to say she had no alternative but to accept a bad situation. And out of the sheer madness which she must have then felt was close to engulfing her, she must have been able to persuade herself that our arguments had some logic after all. Of course, it should not be forgotten that she had earlier been told the same thing, in different words, by a psychiatrist. Perhaps those earlier words were now drifting back. I can't say as to that; however, I do know that her next statement was completely out of character and is hard to explain any other way.
"She smiled, just a bit, and mostly inwardly, and then she let her lips do the thing Bix had just shown her. She forced a breath between her teeth and lips and the T sound was formed, almost inaudible, mostly sibilant, but recognizable. Then came the embarrassing 'uk' sound. She had to strain to get it.
" "That's a start,' I encouraged. 'But more like this,' and I verbalized another demonstration.
" 'Ffff ... uh ... kkkk,' she imitated, near perfectly.
" 'Great, just great, Aunt Claudia,' Bix put in.
" 'Call me Claudia,' she said, smiling proudly, if sheepishly.
"I thought she looked just great now that she was smiling, and I determined to tell her so. 'Aunt Claudia-I mean Claudia; I just want to tell you that I think you're beautiful.'
" 'I am?' she asked, giving much insight into her insecurity. That bit of simple ungraciousness surprised me and I have never forgotten it. I think that was the key to the whole thing.
"Bix took it up. 'You sure are beautiful, Claudia-really. And I'll bet you're a wonderful fuck, too.'
" 'Please,' she said, reverting to" her former self, 'don't talk like that. That's terrible. Even though I told you to call me Claudia, that doesn't change the fact that I'm your aunt. I'm a blood relative of yours.'
"I ignored her argument and decided to play the advantage. I stepped even closer, so that my prick was a scant two inches from her mouth; then I asked her, 'Claudia, tell the truth. Have you ever been fucked?'
" "That's none of your business...' she began, flustered all over again.
" 'Why not?' questioned Bix. "That's what we're talking about, isn't it?'
" 'Alright, alright!' she answered, on the verge of screaming again, as if this whole thing were just part of a bad dream that would disappear if she rushed through and got it over with. 'Once, when I was a girl in college, I was in love with a boy and we went to bed together. Just once. And then I never saw him again. I figured I had been betrayed and so I never wanted anything to do with sex again. At least not until I get married, if ever.'
" 'My God,' I answered, 'didn't it occur to you that you might have just picked a bad apple-or that maybe you were just too inexperienced for him?'
" "Too inexperienced? Why, inexperience is a virtue!'
" 'Bullshit,' Bix told her.
" 'I don't understand,' Claudia answered.
" 'Well,' I put in, 'virtue means a lot of things, but for what we're talking about, I'd say you were way behind the times. Today, everyone is expected to be adult after a certain age, and free of hang-ups. From what I see, Claudia, you've got a helluva hang-up about sex. And that's really bad, considering how great sex can be.'
"She looked as if she might be thinking about her analyst again. Then, choosing words carefully, she said, 'All of this being the case ... what would you recommend?'
" 'Well, for starters, take your clothes off,' I said, with something of a command in my voice. I cannot deny that I felt very powerful at this point.
"No one was more surprised than I was when Claudia actually began doing what I said. Without outward objection, but with visible self-consciousness she stood and unbuttoned her blouse. Then she looked at each of us, but not at our cocks anymore, and then she deftly slipped out of the blouse. I insisted once more and the brassiere came off.
"Whereas Aunt Claudia had been earlier transfixed by the sight of two cocks, two cockhounds now stood transfixed in the presence of two girlish firm, untouched, virgin-like, unused, and nubile breasts. I had never before seen such magnificent springy tautness; those breasts were the color of translucent, off-white china; they had the resilience of youth; there was an unmuscular strength in their saucily upturned sloping-they were utterly gorgeous. I could do nothing other than step forward and plant light kisses on each of them. Then Bix did the same. Then we settled upon one apiece, each in our own fashion licking, sucking, nibbling, teasing, and otherwise worshipping those breasts.
"I looked up at Claudia's face and saw that her eyes were shut and her breathing rapid and irregular. To add to her pleasure I began alternately rubbing softly and kneading roughly the length of her back and around down by the sides leading to her rib cage. Bix did the same on the other side and soon Claudia was really into the feeling of the thing, letting small gasps and moans escape from her mouth.
I decided it would be better to just undress her than talk any more about the pros and cons of it. I knew that the whole business was pretty difficult for her and that she would likely have second thoughts about it the next day (already in my mind I was formulating a plan whereby I could help her 'come down' easily when she realized the significance of what had happened-it was the ability to plan such thoughts that had prompted one of my schoolteachers to comment that I had the makings of a great stud, as well as the heart of a sympathetic man; and this she told me while I was fucking her in the cloakroom at lunchtime).
"Still attending the breast, I reached around until I found the button and zipper of her skit. Unloosing it, her garment fell to the floor, and then I reached down and slipped off the shoes, at the same time feeding the skirt under the feet. She had on a half-slip which I pulled down and off, and finally a garter belt and hosiery, also removed easily-
"Only her diaphanous panties remained. Her heavy, dark, triangular crotch puffed through visibly. God, but it was pronounced, and proud, and some of the hairs were springy enough to poke cleanly through the fabric itself.
"This was the big test and I knew it. Bix felt it too. I was unsure if she was fully comprehending at this point. There was something trance-like about this whole business-her eyes had not opened once since we began our breast-attentions. I decided it would be far better for me to fondle her cunt hairs a little to see how she reacted. Very tentatively, I laid my open palm upon her crotch, just a light, full-hand pat, sort of, with no attempt to 'grab' anything, nor to dig with a finger. She didn't seem to notice. Bix was working over both breasts now, one with his mouth, the other with a hand, and with his other hand he continued with the back-rub, constantly lowering it, and finally settling upon her ass-cheeks, which he kneaded with a pronounced roughness. She was obviously moved by this, for she was beginning a squirming motion not unlike slow dancing, and a low sound, like a combination of growling and music, was coming from her mouth.
"Feeling now that my action was well-timed, I slipped a hand inside the elastic of her panties and worked them down, first on the sides and rear, and finally at the front. Inside the panties, my hand touched the topmost hairs of her cunt, and I hungrily ran my fingers through those fine strands, twirling them, sort of, and then dipping lower when I got no resistance (indeed, it seemed I received encouragement in the form of a jutting pelvis), my finger engaged the uppermost part of the cunt-opening itself. It was warmly lubricated with a syrupy stickiness. I couldn't help myself; I extracted my finger quickly and put it to my nose, to test its fragrance, which was intoxicating, and then into my mouth, where my tongue found it to be succulent, rich, and meaty. Never had I tasted a steamier, more smoked-fish taste than then.
"By the way she was convulsing and gyrating, I knew that she wanted my finger back in there where it had been. I slipped my hand back into her panties and this time I went straight for the wet slit. After a few teasing circular motions about her clitoris, to which she responded very nicely, I lowered my middle finger into the main hole and jammed it up as far as it would go.
"Claudia drew in her breath sharply and muttered something that was more an exhaling hiss than a true expression. But since it was clearly a sound of ecstasy and approval, I jammed a second finger in to join the first and then I fucked in and out with as much physical thrust and speed as I could, while with my free hand I finally inched those panties all the way off her body.
"At this point Claudia gave me the greatest encouragement possible. When her panties hit the floor, she actually stepped out of them. In short, she was much more aware of what was happening than I had thought. Without any hesitation whatever, I knelt before her, pressed her legs apart a bit, parted her wispy but drenched cunt hairs, and then dove resolutely headfirst into that gorgeous cunt. Up from underneath-as far underneath as my head would reach, that is-I licked and jabbed my tongue, and tried every way in the world to get my tongue up into that cunt.
"Bix was reading me well, and when he began suggesting with light pushes upon her hip, she willingly backed toward the bed. I followed with short shuffling movements on my knees, never once allowing that great-tasting cunt to part contact with my hungry mouth. Finally, the backs of her knees hit the bed, and she flopped down on her back with ease, and, to the best of my knowledge, without prompting-and, if not that, certainly without objection.
"I immediately threw her legs fully apart and straight up in the air, so that her wet pink cunt was wide open and all mine...."
Rarely do we encounter teenagers who are sufficiently precocious and perceptive (or is it foolhardy?) enough to assume the aggressive role in dealings with an older-woman, especially an older woman in a position of direct authority. It should be obvious to anyone that only a highly specialized set of circumstances will permit such a thing.
Primarily, we are dealing here with two members of the "informed," the "now," the "do it" generation, which is a modern-day phenomenon un-equaled by anything in recorded history. The forces behind this societal upheaval are numerous, disparate, and diffuse, but it is enough for us to recognize that it exists, and probably was brought about by the actions of the older generations at least as much as by the actions of the younger factions. In direct reference to our story of Aunt Claudia, it is enough to simply allow that she became drawn to a "generational" understanding of sexual relationships that she might not otherwise ever have experienced.
If we are to give unchallenged credence to Carl's narrative, then we are dealing with an unusual seventeen-year-old, in that he had bedded untold numbers of females-young, old, and in-between. Ordinarily, braggadocio itself discredits claims like these, however we are faced with the dilemma that he does, after all, make sense. His thought processes are plausible, his relating articulate. One is inclined to bend and flex just a bit....
Let him, therefore, be unusual.
It would be of vast interest to find out why the natural mother was incarcerated. When we first played these tapes, we frankly sat in expectation from moment to moment, waiting for some reference to surface, some clue, some tie that would pattern this case into a clear-cut compensation for the maternal incest wish. However, since clinical accuracy is the first consideration, we may not even permit ourselves the conclusion that these boys came from a bad home. It is conceivable they even came from an advantaged, well-ordered, and mutually respectful home.
Were we equipped with usable data, or even sufficient bits of it, to undertake the puzzle-building process and thus reconstruct a cause-and-effect precis, we would begin our investigations with the home, with attention first upon the mother, then the father (? ), then the community, and lastly the school and other pseudosocial environs. The reasons for omitting an investigation of the sibling relationship is that there appears to be no rivalry. Any two young men who can work in concert in a troilistic quest must certainly have resolved whatever jealousies and contempts they might ever have had for each other.
As for other conclusions: Aunt Claudia affords us a somewhat clearer history than the boys, but only enough for highly generalized comment. It is immaterial whether we approve of her liaison with the boys. Further, it is shortsighted to demand that she be principally accountable on the grounds that she alone is an adult. That is the same brand of thinking that insists that all situations be inflexibly isolated into convenient slots labeled "right" and "wrong." There are no such divisions except in judgmental conclusions, which themselves depend upon the outlook of man.
Conscience will allow us to make a few tongue-in-cheek observations regarding Aunt Claudia. We can assume that her thwarted sexual life, as well as her successful career, were the direct result of sublimation due to unexpressed and unrealized fears. Had they been expressed or realized, they likely would have ceased to exist. Whenever a person strives too hard for achievement in one area, at the expense of one or more other areas (especially emotional), there is high-likelihood that the imbalance is due to avoidance-wishes, which are learned rather than natural, and are adopted as protective cloaks against "probable failure."
Aunt Claudia admits that her one sexual experience resulted in the male "flying the coop." Probably, she had been sexually withdrawn even before that event, but now she was in a position of "needing" to avoid a repeated failure. Hence, her work served her well.
One might wonder if the boys themselves were not adepts in that favorite American pastime, Homebrew Psychology. It required considerable imagination, and then even more nerve, to extract the real meaning out of the diary entry and then formulate such a drastic plan based upon it. At this point, we must confess that homosexual contacts at ages sixteen and seventeen are difficult to dismiss as a prank, and yet the tone and texture of the narrative is decidedly offhand and casual regarding this event. Again, no usable conclusion is apparent.
At root, one is inclined to fix clinical attention to the odd reactions exhibited by Aunt Claudia after the boys had made known their aggressive qualities. This inert acquiescence on her part very nearly defies the logic of human response, since few adults would willingly adopt submissive attitudes toward those entrusted to their care. Of course, the emphasis in such relationships is bound to change somewhat when the topic in question is something familiar to the minor and alien to the adult. For example, the aunt would not be likely to begin this new relationship by dictating a change of dress for the boys, simply because she would assume they knew more about boys' dress than she. Sex, of course, is an altogether different dimension of interrelationship than our example, yet some of the same thinking applies. Whenever any of us faces someone who (1) knows more about a subject than we do, and (2) reads our sense of frustration, we are at a decided disadvantage. If, added to this, we are dealing with a submissive person versus two relatively aggressive persons, it becomes less difficult to conceive of such a situation as developed between Aunt Claudia, Carl, and Bix. In the eyes of the boys, this whole thing was probably little more than a lark, an experiment, a ploy, a game; it is not likely the boys regarded this escapade in a ritualistic sense.
We must, moreover, consider the incest implications, but in so doing, we are not duty bound to accept that the aunt was other than a captive. She obviously yielded out of a combination of stresses which served to both lower her instinctual resistances and raise her biological need. It is not reasonable to assume that the societal view of incest rubs off on each of us in equal dosage, thus it is not reasonable to think that each of us views incest with equal dread. The original incest dread formulated by primitives in the form of taboos was directed towards parents first, siblings second, and then the half-blood, or weaker, relationships. These last were correspondingly reduced in opprobrium, although special totem rituals were invented to prevent them. The endogamous possibility of the aunt and nephew was recognized, of course, since savages always assumed that any male and female (within reasonable age brackets) would commence sexual relations any time they were alone together. In most primitive cultures, elaborate prohibitions were established to prevent men from copulating with their mothers-in-law, and, as regarded aunts, Freud tells us (General Psychological Theories):
The maternal aunt in effect is a group-sister of the mother-and thus, all mothers-and for this reason evokes a high avoidance command in the form of taboo. Today's social structure often demands of very young children that all adults be addressed as either "uncle" or "aunt" which confirms the need to find socially constant authority figures, evident not only in individuals, but in groups, and even in group-images. This is presumably to assist in structuring the child's symbolic awareness of the world about him to a highly functional level.
Obviously, Freud is telling us that the maternal aunt represents a symbol of something other than merely a sister of the mother. She, as well as certain others in the parental authority ring, represents a tie-even a social bridging-between the omnipotence of the parents and the very probabilistic world outside.
Putting these views into perspective with our history, we can then permit the conjecture that Carl and Bix likely came from a home of weakened authority fabric, discounting for the moment what we know of the boys' mother. She could have been incarcerated for any number of reasons having nothing to do with the quality of her motherhood. It is not reasonable to assume the boys witnessed sexual expression in their own home. It is rather common these days for young men to become sexually updated by means of the momentum supplied by their compeers, sometimes at astonishingly early ages.
At this point in our history, it is impossible to guess the degree to which Aunt Claudia accepted this situation; indeed, we are suspended (in the story) at a time when she could hardly be expected to make any kind of a rational expression. For those who would condemn Claudia out of hand, let us remind them that it is possible under given circumstances for any human being to be drawn up and away from the bindings and limitations of any moral code. Everything depends upon the stimulus. Many a proper man has torn through the limits of his personal conscience and stolen food when his family was hungry. It has been often repeated that all men have their price. Perhaps, in Claudia, we are witnessing a woman whose emotional limits were on the line, and whose price had been readjusted.
Regarding the two boys, we again refrain from conjecture. For the moment, it is just as well that we suppose the causal drives to be simply sexual, perhaps not much more than a prank. Such things have been going on for quite some time-consider, for example, the poetry of Harry Graham (1874-1936), from his Ruthless Rhymes for Heartless Homes:
Auntie, did you feel no pain Falling from the apple tree?
Would you do it, please again? Cos my friend here didn't see.
"As soon as Aunt Claudia's back hit the bed and I had'dived into her cunt, I was immediately too preoccupied to be aware of what Bix was doing. But a moment later I opened my eyes a crack and saw that he was completely naked and had one knee on the bed close to her shoulder and that his turgid prick was waving close to her mouth. I was unhappy-about this, for several reasons: first, I thought we were throwing new things at her too fast, and secondly, because I was jealous. Regarding the first, I wasn't even sure it would be a good idea to fuck her now, considering that we had to stay on and live with her afterwards and who could say what sort of resentments might build up if the whole business were not handled properly? Regarding my jealousy, it was patently silly and
I recognized that fact as soon as I'd had a moment to reflect. One thing, though-Bix and I had usually had the unspoken arrangement that I came first in such matters, that if anybody's cock was to be waved under Claudia's nose, it would be mine first, and then his. Every time we'd balled the same chick, like that Mrs. A-we used to screw every time her husband went fishing on weekends, why, I was always the one who got his cock sucked first, always ate cunt first, always fucked her first; for that matter I had even been the one who fucked Mrs. A-in the ass first, while
Bix was fucking her cunt.
"But this was all silly. I loved Bix, didn't I? Further, I knew that Bix wouldn't go too far without being sure that the basic groundwork had been done properly and he usually looked to me for answers on things like that. That was the way his mind worked; I was the older, the more experienced, the leader. If it hadn't been for me, Bix wouldn't have fucked half the girls and women he had, and he knew it. I seemed to be the more sexually attractive and was always fixing him up with pussy. He wasn't about to spoil that.
"I looked again, and it seemed that all Bix was intent on doing was having Claudia hold onto his prick while I ate her. So I went back to my project, which happens to be one I love dearly.
"I think that one of the reasons I enjoy eating cunt so much is that I had one of the greatest instructors a boy could hope for, Mrs. S-, the young military wife who lived on the other side of town, who picked me up one day as I was walking home from school.
"Mrs. S-loved to suck cock, and the minute
I was in her car, she asked me straight out if I wanted to take a ride to the park. I asked her why (I was fifteen then and pretty innocent) and she said, 'I want to suck your prick.' I again asked why, since we could screw instead, and she answered, 'I don't fuck at all. I don't like it. I like to suck cock and get my cunt eaten.' Needless to add, I agreed. At that time, I had only had my cock sucked by teeny-boppers who didn't really know much about it. Anyway, to make a short story of it, Mrs. S-turned out to be an artist with a prick, knowing just exactly how to extract the highest pinnacle of pleasure from a touch, the highest tactile excitement with certain strokes of the tongue, and the highest sense of fulfillment from deep, fast strokes of a warm and willing mouth.
"She was also something of a poet with words, and even now, as I was lightly making preparatory ministrations to Claudia's cunt, I was trying to recall the exact instructions Mrs. S-had given me in subsequent sex sessions, regarding the 'proper eating of a lady's cunt.' I knew that if I could remember those instructions exactly, I would be able to really impress Claudia and also bring myself to the brink of explosive passion. Up to now I had just wanted to fuck my aunt for selfish reasons-I did, after all, have a raging hard-on-but I was by no means beyond self-control. I knew from experience that if I ate this near-virginal pink cunt of my aunt's in the fashion dictated by Mrs. S-, not only would Claudia be greatly moved, but I, too, would be raised to a higher, fuller, different, and vastly more volatile kind of heat.
"Mrs. S-'s first instruction had been, 'All approaches must be personal, guarded, slow!' Next, she had told me that all tactile advances should be very gradual. I put those two thoughts together and began feeling Claudia's legs and calves gently, and then, very guardedly, her thighs, having first removed my too-anxious mouth from her vaginal slit, and now using my mouth to plant kisses everywhere my hands had been. I looked up and saw that Bix was doing nothing other than watching me with a smile on his face. He knew perfectly well what I was doing; he'd witnessed it many times before when I'd eaten Mrs.
S-, and also some of the girls and other ladies of our neighborhood. Knowing that I now had both a serious onlooker and a willing supplicant, I decided to give this aunt of mine the most accomplished and thoroughgoing eating I had ever given any female, Mrs. S-included (and she had been an exacting taskmistress)!
"I noticed that there was now a visibly precipitate vaginal moisture gathering on the low outer lips of Aunt Claudia's cunt, a bead or two of which was running slowly into the area of her ass-hole. This is always a reliable barometer of success, and
Mrs. S-had many times instructed me that I should never proceed beyond the flutter-tonguing of the thighs and upper leg crevices until I had this indication of response. She had told me that to consider a cunt as a purely biological organ to be quickly 'dived' into was the equivalent of regarding the female as a singularly sexual being, which she is not. A woman, Mrs. S-had told me, wanted more than anything to be given the opportunity to respond, provided she was with the right guy.
"I now decided to proceed to step three of Mrs.
S-'s instructions, but before I did so, I motioned to Bix to take up the same action at the other end. Every time we'd balled the same chick at the same time, we'd done it this way. Bix bent low and began the slow but necessary excitation of the higher erogenous zones: the mouth, the eyes, into and around the ears, the arms and armpits, all the while stranding his fingers comb-like through her hair.
"Mrs. S-'s step three was words that I can recall verbatim to this day. 'When addressing the pubic area,' she had said, in that pedantic tone of hers, 'all touches must be light, even feathery, at the outset. Kiss the high inner thighs lightly and then approach the pubic hair, still unparted, and press into them, withdrawing only with reluctance, and then blow lightly into them, next approaching with a light, slightly open kiss, and then finally nuzzle into them closely.'
"I did all these things, still aware that Bix was giving her the same meticulous and well-gauged treatment topside. I knew from experience that this was the proper way to eat a cunt-to make love, if one might choose to call it that-and that any red-blooded female was bound to crumble under this sort of attention. My beliefs were strengthened and buttressed a moment later, when I detected a low, sort of gurgling sound emitting from Claudia's throat. She was now 'with it.' And, of course, so were Bix and I.
"I proceeded to step four, which was: 'Very gradually, lick and blow the hairs apart. Next, separate the outer vaginal lips with gently pressing fingers and then apply a very light, almost untouching, lapping-like attention with the tongue-tip to the pink inner folds beneath, which surround the vaginal orifice.'
"I did all these things, too, taking quite a lot of time. I had discovered some while ago that this was certainly not the time to rush. I was making inroads now, for Claudia was physically squirming on the bed. It was all I could do to hold her in place.
"Anyway, I went on to the next step, which was essentially a series of repeats: "This first attention to the inner pink lips should last quite a whilelong minutes-and do not be afraid to withdraw, receding to the thighs and readdressing the pubic inner folds several times, all in preparation for the final advance to the seat of erotic pleasure.' This I did, extending the act as long as seemed appropriate, knowing that it accomplished its purpose by Claudia's heightened response and audible moans and physical thrashing about on the bed. At times I even had to contort myself to keep my flashing tongue from losing contact with her pussy.
"The 'seat of erotic pleasure,' of course, was the clitoris. According to Mrs. S-the male should never actually make this final approach without first being guided by true indications of high physical response as are evident by vocal reactions, body movements, and changes in the respiration cycle. When it has been established the female is as fully aroused as she is likely to become, the male should then separate the labia minora with his fingers, pressing lightly a bit to force a protrusion and expose the clitoris, which will appear in the average woman as a small pink bud of flesh just below the top of the labia majora, and encased beneath the labia minora.
"I knew my lessons well, and these last steps before the actual cunnilingual consummation were given much attention by me. I kept repeating the memorized instructions so that I would not fail to afford Claudia the finest eating a woman might expect from a nephew. I knew that the clitoris was the most sensitive thing a woman owns, and that I now had a responsibility to perform as I had never performed before I recalled Mrs. S-'s last bit of advice: 'Approach the clitoris itself as if it were molten metal and you were determined to cool it with tentative licks of a cautious tongue. As your imagination tells you the temperature is dropping, lick it with more and more vigor, but never with roughness. Tantalize also with quick light touches of the teeth, but watch the woman well, for some do not like this. At the peak of your physicalness, your tongue should be a fluttering blur, bearing little more pressure than an excited butterfly's wing might. Occasionally recenter your attention to the vaginal opening itself, lapping up any excess fluid, but never reduce attention to the clitoris. It is also helpful to alternate the technique from moment to moment, even dipping low to the anus for a delicate stroke, perhaps even inserting the tongue-tip a bit if the lady is relaxed enough.'
"All of this I did, and as Mrs. S-had so faithfully promised, the results were very satisfactory. Claudia, being artfully attended on the other end by Bix, seemed not of this world any longer, and I can barely describe the ecstasy that knowledge gave me. It is heady stuff for a boy of seventeen to be able to affect a grown woman like that. Especially one's aunt.
"I had no idea how long I ate Claudia. I do know that she responded noticeably and that her body was beginning to spasm and convulse in small quivers, that her cunt was full of juices having nothing to do with saliva and that rivulets of these juices were running out of her and down around her ass-hole and that I could not lick them up fast enough. I also knew that she was approaching an orgasm-with experience a boy gets to be able to predict things like that. He can even predict the strength of the orgasm yet to come. Even women who only have little 'partial' comes are predictable. When you're eating a cunt, you sort of know these things, and in my case, I hate to waste too much effort when I know that the come is only going to be a 'hint' of the real thing. You sort of feel sorry for a woman like that.
"But I knew Claudia wasn't like that at all. She was working up to an explosion-the texture and substance of her skin was becoming a jelly-like foundationless uncertainty, shaken now second by second by ever-closer subsurface tremors. Her heat was on her now, her whole body a cool-hot clamminess, her shudders closer together, her breathing all but suspended and the groan-purr of her voice more and more rhythmical, and inflected to match the surges of welling passion descending upon her.
"Her cunt was ready, tender, a working crucible, dilating of its own accord and then deflating again to a relaxed slit, much as the gill-mouth of a reptile pained by the desert heat.
"I looked up at Bix again and our eyes met in understanding. She was one with us now, the die was cast, and as she came to the brink of her rending orgasm, Bix knelt a knee beside her shoulder and gently laid the tip of his cock against her lips. This, Bix knew, was agreeable with me as opposed to the first attempt, because it was a part of a concerted effort to bring her to full compliance and because it was all 'team' now. She seemed not to notice. Bix massaged the head of his prick lightly against her slightly opened mouth, working the head into the unresisting cavity. But she really wasn't aware what was happening because she was on the verge of coming as I intensified the workings of my tongue on her clit. Dipping deeply into her vagina and wriggling my tongue as pointedly, strongly, and imaginatively as possible, I alternated between her clitoris, her open dripping slit, and her puckering and sensitive ass-hole.
"Bix had worked the whole head of his prick into her mouth now, sort of at an angle. It's debatable whether she was aware of what was happening, but she soon would be. Bix scooted up a bit closer, so that his prick was encountering her mouth straight on, and now he was fitting more of it in between unresisting teeth and onto her tongue, preparing for the in-and-out fucking motions. I could see the sliminess of his prick where it had lubricated itself with droplets of translucent semen, and from experience I knew that Bix's cum had a bittersweet, slightly chlorinated taste which was noticeable to even the least discriminate sampler, and yet Claudia seemed to take no notice of the new taste sensation in her mouth. Ever, as I was furiously bringing on the main spasm of Claudia's orgasm, Bix was slowly pulling out of her mouth, and then refunneling the whole cock right up to the hilt, so that she could not possibly fail to know exactly what was happening.
"She convulsed. It was a tumultuous, tearing, rending wave of whole-body seizure, muscle involuntarily pulling against one another, gripping and knotting and then accumulating in ground swells of muscular transfer to another region, and relaxing and regripping still another area, much as a turbulent surf plays from rock to rock.
"She was now desperately trying to grab a deep breath, but even as she did, Bix jammed his prick fully and decisively into her mouth, and then on into her throat. Her body was just one big ball of shudders at this point. From my view from below, I could clearly see Bix's balls clump up tight to his cockshaft and I knew his first hot spurt of cum was on its way up his cock. It exploded in her mouth, some of it running out the sides, but most of it was forced into her throat.
"But she didn't seem to really care, because her orgasm was still at peak, just now subsiding a bit. About the time she was returning to the here and now, Bix's second and third and fourth bombarding shots of thick, white cream were splashing with good force against her tonsils and she had no choice but to swallow, even as she was becoming aware and beginning to object. Then Bix gave one last full thrust, so hard that his balls hit against her chin with a slap! She was swallowing hard now, since there was no other way for her to get rid of the copious juices filling her mouth.
"She was beginning to struggle, as if frantically out of breath. Bix's prick was still engorging her mouth.
" 'Breathe through your nose, Auntie,' I called up to her.
" "Take-t-oo-ut-ttt,' she was gasping, straining very hard to get air;
"Bix apparently was finished and he let the softening slimy piece of meat slide out of her mouth. Immediately, she was hauling air in and out in pained gasps, and then, as soon as she was sufficiently recovered, she looked up at the grinning Bix and said, 'You rotten sonofabitch, you nearly killed me.' After a few more draughts of badly needed air, she added, 'For two cents, I'd-'
"She never got a chance to finish, because I had climbed up upon her frame, and with a quick feel had placed my prick right at the still-open lips of her cunt. Just as she was getting ready to finish telling Bix what she was prepared to do for two cents, I rammed my whole cock into her, right through to the intestines, I think, and at the same time lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her with hard passion.
"For a second she recoiled, then struggled, tried to disengage my mouth. Some kind of sound came from her, but I had it completely muffled. I pulled far out, and lunged again, giving every inch of cock I had with every ounce of power I had, and then I repeated the whole business again and again. After perhaps five or six of these thrusts, she seemed to relax a bit; her cunt even seemed to open into a relaxed cooperation. Naturally, I didn't expect someone as unfucked as Aunt Claudia to be able to use her vaginal muscles like a gripping fist, the way Mrs. S used to, and frankly, I was just as happy that she couldn't. Right about this point, I was more than happy to settle down to a lose, open, unresisting cuntwithout any of the trimmings.
"I kept kissing her and jamming that cock of mine into her and pretty soon I felt her ass jerk a little bit, and then it raised up to meet one of my strokes, and a dozen thrusts later, she was lurching upward to meet me fuckstroke for fuckstroke. I gave it to her as hard as I could, and I was frankly surprised that a good-sized cock like mine couldn't hit bottom in this supposedly unused and unpracticed pussy. I wondered if Aunt Claudia could be one of those sexual frauds who like to pretend they are the purest of the pure-sticking candles up their cunts all the time, and what have you. I didn't dwell on the subject, though. It didn't really matter; maybe some women are just born with nice deep hot cunts and after one boring job, they're ready to take on any prick there is.
"Besides, Bix was back in the act. Gently, he nudged me to roll onto my side, and immediately I knew what he had in mind. I pulled my arms around Claudia's back in a hug and then rolled to my left, taking Claudia with me. She had her legs raised and up around my ass, although she had not yet become enthusiastic enough to wrap them around my back, the way I really love it. So I had to reach my right arm down and pull her topmost leg high up on my back and still keep up a strong fuckstroke so she wouldn't be suspicious.
"Bix was at her in a minute. He wet one of his fingers with a gob of spit and dabbed it quickly on her exposed ass-hole, and then scurried up to position. Positioning his prick at the puckered anus, he checked first for elasticity, and finding none, thrust home with a fierce lunge, burying his cock deep into her bowels.
"Claudia reacted as though pierced with a molten spear. Her mouth tore from mine and her arms shot straight out and her legs unclamped from me and became rigid.
"'OH, JESUS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING???!!!-YOU'RE KILLING ME-STOP IT-NOW-NOW!!!!! '
"But there wasn't much chance of either of us stopping. I could feel Bix withdrawing a little and then hammering that cock of his up into her ass again.
"Claudia remained rigid, as if paralyzed combination of fear and pain. She was still screaming curses at us, so I planted my mouth full on hers again. Then I held myself full into her and utterly still, my pulsing prick buried as far into her steaming cunt as it would go, while I waited to determine what Bix's motions were going to be. Soon I felt him withdraw a bit then sock it into that ass-hole again. Just as he was plunging inward, I withdrew. Then, on his out-stroke, I re-buried my member in her cunt again; after that we established a tempo, both using hard thrusts, timing ourselves perfectly, just as we had learned to do with Mrs. O-, the butcher's wife just down the block from our home. The only trouble was that Mrs. O-'s cunt and ass-hole were both much too loose, actually sloppy.
"Claudia's pussy was delightfully tight, even if it didn't seem to have a bottom, and from the low mewling expressions escaping Bix's lips, her ass-hole must have been like a new glove. As Bix and I intensified our thrusts, despite Claudia's attempted screams and her occasional deep clawing of my back, it seemed that she was coming-just a bit-to accept this whole new thing. Finally, Bix and I worked our total motion into a precision disunison, a perfect offset pistoning, a complete and complementary thrusting of our pricks. As soon as we had perfected this seesawing technique, Claudia had become a sexual constant; that is, she had approximately the same amount of cock in her at all times. On each in-stroke and withdrawal, I could feel Bix's prick with my own through the thin separating membrane.
"Despite all her attempts to not cooperate, I could sense that Claudia was approaching another-perhaps unwanted-climax. Her body was tensing in one sense and relaxing in another-her breathing was shorter and shallower. She kept trying to mutter something, but my pressing lips would not permit her to do so. To complicate things, I was the only one who had not yet come even once, and I was having a great deal of difficulty holding off any longer.
"And then I heard Bix breathing hard. My God, the three of us were going to come together, or close to it! My balls were shriveled into two tight sacs of explosive, already fused and lighted. And then I felt Claudia begin to shudder, and then shudder harder as if in a serious chill, and then Bix exclaimed, 'Oh, Jesus-, ' and at the same time my own balls hunched together and then collectively catapulted a tearing glob of hot sticky white cum far up into her already soaked cunt. And then I could feel the second shot of gooey semen explode up into her rectum from Bix's continuing paroxysm, and then my second and third doses of cum, and another of his, and then-
"-Claudia's, which was nothing short of volcanic, cataclysmic, the nova of a sunHer arms flew out, a sound caught in her throat, spittle collected at the corners of her mouth, her neck-cords stood out and shimmered in the rolling sweat.
"And then it was over. All the rending, tearing, screaming, coming, fiery ripping of the soul was over. And collapsed. And sweet and warm and silent.
"Later, over coffee, after Bix and I had made a half-hearted attempt to both explain and apologize, the whole day's efforts seemed to be capsul-ized into a quick, not unpleasant, memory.
"I had, quite naturally, had second thoughts about what we had done, and how painful an aftermath it might all have if Claudia happened to see it only in society's light. As I explained earlier, I was not at all convinced that Bix and I had read her reactions properly. And if we had goofedwow!-the consequences were staggering to contemplate.
"But it's funny how a few short words at the right time can set someone's fears at rest. Also, it's funny how those words can come about in the course of simple conversation.
"As I said, we were drinking coffee, the three of us. Out of a clear blue sky, and apparently in an effort to open some new topic for conversation, Bix had said, 'Gee, this place is so far from school. That's going to be a problem.'
"And Claudia had answered, after allowing a small smile to curl her lips, 'Well, you can call it a problem if you want to, but I have a hunch things are going to work out just fine.' "
We have chosen this particular history principally because of its reliability. It is based upon three histories, although only Carl accumulated a truly extensive file. His six years of therapy was initiated when he was unable to make a good adjustment to civilian life (upon discharge from the service) and to marriage.
Unfortunately, we have no good insight into Bix's eventual adjustment to life. As for Claudia, it is known that she later married, twice, in fact. One might conclude that even if no other purpose was served, at least one case of spinsterhood was resolved.
Carl, of course, is our narrator and also our main concern. Through the course of much therapy he has come to understand the true cost of his broken home and related sexual precociousness, compounded by the obviously polarizing influence of an aunt who submitted and, in effect, allowed herself to become the "managed" adult or, better, the "parent-pawn." If space had permitted we would have been able to exposit further with the tapes, showing that Carl and Bix actually became the governing influences in their new home.
It can be shown in numerous instances that such a condition cannot exist unabated in any home without grave consequences. Even in those homes where this type of atmosphere prevails in nonsexual terms, the results are intolerable.
Whenever a barely pubescent person strives for dominance or, worse, when he achieves it, the results can overwhelm the stability of the home. If that same dominance is sexual, the results are usually so negative as to destroy the very thing it seeks to preserve. The difference is that ordinary dominance, as is sought in the form of temper tantrums, etc., rarely is completely effective; that is, at some point along the way, the adult sees things for what they are and takes corrective measures.
But sexual dominance is very effective. If a young person achieves this over an older, especially if those two are related, the configuration of "family" life, as we know it, simply ceases to exist.
It is a credit to the whole endeavor of psychology that these three principals live reasonably normal lives today. Much of their various histories indicated that things would augur poorly. Especially the histories of the young men.
For in the grand scheme of things, the growing-up process is necessary and cannot be bridged in a single leap to maturity.