Introduction
"For a whole year before that first night, Daddy had got into the habit of walking around the trailer bare-assed naked. He'd even sit at the table naked when we ate. I can remember that big cock of his hanging down. I never said anything, but I sure was curious. Especially with the noises that came from his bed almost every night. He fucked just about any woman who wanted it, though most of them were ugly as sin. At least to me they were.
"You see, Mom died about three years ago, and since then we've been traveling in a trailer. We go from job to job, because Daddy's in the construction business. It plays hell with my school, but it's fun. And Daddy doesn't ever intend to get married again-he's got too many women waiting for him wherever he goes.
"Dad is a really good-looking man, and he isn't old. I'm fifteen now, but he's only thirty-two. He was fucking the shit out of my mother for six months before she got pregnant and then, bam, suddenly he had a kid-me-and a wife. I don't think he particularly liked the idea, but he lived with it.
"And now, he says, he's 'really living.' Living for sex, I'd say, and just about anything goes. Even me.
"As I said, he had me curious about that cock of his. I was only fourteen when he started in on his habit of parading around buck-assed naked, but I was a good-looking fourteen, even if I say so myself. I had a pair of tits that were good-small but good. And a fine figure. Sort of slender, but nice.
"After a couple of weeks watching him move around the trailer without a stitch on, that big prick swinging in the breeze, I took to matching him-nude for nude. But I wasn't as brazen as he was. I'd just sort of let him watch when I got undressed for bed, or in the morning when I was getting up. I even took to sleeping in the raw, like he did, so that every morning, along with his orange juice, he had a fine, fresh, sexy little body to watch. And it was a naked body. I made sure of that.
"Of course, I didn't know what this would lead to, and if I had I sure as hell wouldn't have played his game. But I was young and anxious to please. You see, I guess that basically my love for Daddy was more than a daughter's should be. I mean he turned me on. And I guess most of that was the result of my girl friends, who all seemed to go gaga whenever he was around them. Like this one girl friend I had when we were living near Raleigh. She told me she'd lay down on her back for my dad, anytime he wanted. You know, that kind of talk turned me on, and so did my dad.
"I talk sort of adult-like, but when it comes right down to what I'd done in the way of sex, I was really green. Sure, I'd had petting sessions with a couple of boys, and even let them finger-fuck me every once in a while, but none of them really turned me on. I blew a guy once, but that was kinda disgusting, so I won't talk about that.
"Anyway, along about March of this year, things began moving fast at the trailer. I can remember that first night as clear as anything. I was in bed-naked like always-when Daddy came home from a. night on the town. He must really have tied one on because I could hear him stumbling and tripping over everything in the trailer. That's one of the worst things about living in one of those damned trailers: There's no room.
"I had a night light on next to the bed-very weak. I only kept it on in case I had to get up in the middle of the night. With the light at least you could see outlines of things. And not break your neck falling over the kitchen table.
"I was awake but pretended to be asleep. I don't know why. I guess I just liked looking at Daddy when he didn't know I was looking. I saw him sort of stumble into the back of the trailer where his bed was, then flick on a light. I squinted my eyes and watched him strip off his clothes. He had a tremendous looking body. From all that hard work on construction, I guess.
"I was still watching him when he turned around and faced me. It wasn't intentional on his part-he didn't know I was watching-but when he turned I saw he had a tremendous hard-on. His big prick was sticking straight up in the air, almost touching his belly. When I saw that, I felt this warm feeling go all the way through my body. Damn, he was so beautiful.
"I watched some more. He moved his hand down to his cock and wrapped his big mitt around it, then he moved his hand up and down a couple of times, jacking off. I knew that. I'd watched some boys doing it. But Daddy didn't finish himself off like they had. He was just feeling himself up, I guess. Because after just a little while and after a few more jerks on his pecker, he sighed and headed towards the bathroom.
"To get to the bathroom he had to come almost next to where I was sleeping. As soon as he got close, I let out a sigh, you know, like I was sound asleep, and then I turned on my back and settled down. I did it deliberately. I wanted him to be aware of me.
"He heard me alright and he stood with his hand on the doorknob of the bathroom for a long time. He just stared at me. I could feel him looking at me, although I had my eyes closed tight by this time. Then I heard him walking over towards me. He sat down on the side of the bed. The bed is narrow so I felt his thigh pressing against mine. That got me all the more excited. I don't know what I expected to happen, but I was disappointed when nothing did.
"It wasn't until later that things really did start happening.
"Daddy had been drinking a lot since we'd gotten to Houston. I don't know why, but whenever we were in Texas, he'd drink a lot. And then when we moved on, he'd slow down. I guess he was just trying to keep up with the big-talking, big-drinking Texans. Anyway, when Daddy got drunk he also got horny. Really horny. So horny that he'd fuck just about anything, I swear to God.
"One night he brought this kid home. It was a guy. And he couldn't have been a hell of a lot older than I was. I watched them in the back of the trailer. Daddy never did bother to close the sliding door anymore. He had that kid on his knees and made him suck on his cock until he poured his cream into the poor guy. Although I don't think Daddy was forcing him-the kid seemed to be enjoying himself too much. But that was the only time I'd ever seen Daddy do anything sort of 'queer.' I guess he'd just been hard-up that night and decided to take what was available.
"I'm telling all this, I mean about the queer sucking him off, not to make Daddy sound bad. I was just trying to show you how desperate he got sometimes for sex. He'd do just about anything.
"And then the night arrived when we had our first thing. God, I'll never forget it. It was wonderful, and even if he was my father, when he fucked me, when he stuck that big hard cock up into me, I thought it was the greatest thing that had ever happened to me.
"He was drunk when he walked into the trailer about 3:00 a.m., mumbling to himself like crazy. I heard him say things like, 'Stupid bitch' and 'Cock-teaser,' so I took it for granted that he had been leading one of the local belles along all night and she'd turned him down. Which didn't happen often.
"But anyway, he was hot as hell and ready to stick his prick into anything. I knew that. And knowing it excited me. He went through the routine again of getting undressed back by his bed, still mumbling, and then heading towards the bathroom. When he got close, I sighed again, only this time I moved around and shoved the sheet down a little. My tits were hanging out. I did it deliberately, so you can't put all the blame for what happened on Daddy. I didn't know what I was getting into, but I sure wasn't discouraging him.
"He stood at the door, just like that last time, and stared at me-more likely at my tits. Of course, they were pretty flat, what with me laying on my back, but I guess they still looked pretty good to him, 'cause he kept standing there and staring at me. And then all of a sudden he reached for his cock and started jacking himself off. It was hard and big in no time. Through my squinted eyes I could see that even his face was flushing up.
"I was really feeling all hot and excited by this time, so I sighed and moved around again. Damn, I was such a little whore. This time I managed to push that sheet down even farther, so that my pussy was showing. I had the prettiest little silken hairs there. Very light colored.
"But still Daddy didn't move. I squinted my eyes again and by now he was working on his pecker to beat the band. His fist was flying up and down on that rod. I watched him for only a couple of seconds, getting hotter all the time, feeling my pussy getting wet. Then I really moved on that bed. I still pretended to be asleep but I thrashed around until the sheet was completely off me and then I opened my legs wide. My cunt was open for the world to see. But I only wanted one person to look-Daddy-and he was getting a real eyeful.
"So you see, you can't blame Daddy for what happened. It really was more my fault. He walked over to the bed. I could see that his cock was about to shoot off. It was hard as steel and throbbing like an engine, jerking up and down. And it was red, redder than I've ever seen on any guy-
"He stood over the bed for a few seconds, and I closed my eyes, lest he'd see I was watching and get afraid. I didn't know what he was doing. But then he got on the floor beside the bed. I felt his hair brush my thigh, and then I felt-oh, shit, it was glorious-I felt his mouth sucking out on my pussy. Then his tongue slithered into my cunt. He ran his tongue around in circles, taking my clit between his teeth and biting it gently. Then he shoved his stiff tongue as far into my cunt as he could. I was so excited my cunt hairs were standing on end. I was moaning and moving around on that bed like I was crazy, which I probably was. It felt so wonderful.
"Then I felt Daddy's hands on my breasts, caressing them. His mouth trailed up my belly. I could feel his wet tongue running smoothly over my belly, into my belly button and up. Then he took my nipples between his teeth, flicking it with his tongue. The nipples were hard already and his mouth action sent me to the stars. Then he moved to my other tit, flicking, lapping, sucking. He caressed the other breast with his hand, and then slowly, so slowly that I almost went out of my mind, he slid his hand back down my belly and put his finger inside me.
"I couldn't help but groan with pleasure. I still had my eyes shut, but I wanted to open them. I wanted to see what he was doing to me, as well as feel it. But I was afraid if he knew I was awake he'd quit.
"He worked another finger into my pussy which was soaking wet by now. He took his fingers out and put them under my nose, letting me smell my own cunt juices. That really flipped me. Back went the hand. He shoved into me with three fingers now, stretching my cunt, getting it ready for his big cock. I knew that. But I didn't care. I wanted it inside me worse than anything in the world.
"Finally, after what seemed like an hour of his finger-fucking me, Daddy finally climbed up on the bed. He got between my legs. I looked quickly at him. He was staring down at my cunt, like he didn't know whether to go ahead or not. I arched my back, shoving my pussy up towards him. He was towering over me, his huge prick waving in the air. It was looking desperately for some place to shove itself.
"He was so turned on now, nothing would have stopped him. He put his cock up against my cunt and pushed gently. He got inside. There was no pain, just wonderful, wonderful pleasure. He pushed again. He was inside me farther. This time there was a little pain. He was stretching me wide apart. But I wanted that pain. I wanted anything that went along with his cock.
"And then suddenly, he shoved violently into me. His cock split me open, pushing into that virgin hole. I screamed out in pain, but he was too excited to care. He fucked my cunt like a madman. The pain stopped. It didn't last long. Suddenly, I really wanted to have his come in me. I twisted and swiveled my ass, taking as much of that cock as he could force into me. I felt that steel-hard rod plunging into my belly. Christ, he was in me so damned far. And then, after a wild few minutes, he groaned and plunged all the harder. He was getting close. He fucked my pussy with a speed that was unbelievable, causing me more pleasure than I'd ever had before. In and out, in and out. Christ, he was wonderful.
"Then he shouted. 'I'm coming, I'm coming!' and I felt, yeah, I actually felt, his hot, searing come slam against my insides. I just laid there and moaned and groaned and yelled as wave after wave of come flooded my insides. I had all of him now."
A father and daughter sexually united. Who, in this case, was to blame? Who was the seduced and who the seducer? There is neither a right nor wrong answer. The girl was to blame for leading her father on. The father was wrong in his flaunting of sex in front of the impressionable girl. Whoever had the greater fault is not important; the case history is an example of the least discussed and most overlooked sexual aberration: Incest.
If sociologists are correct, incest is much more prevalent than we would imagine. In fact, statistics indicate that incest is committed in this country every eighteen seconds. Thus it is a deviation we live with; it surrounds us, but yet we ignore it.
Why? Sociologists tell us there are two reasons for our apathy: first, the problem is most often a private, familial one, not involving outsiders; and secondly, the general public is so convinced of its own "civilized ways" that it is unwilling to acknowledge the bestial impulses that run through us all.
According to Freud, there is in all human beings a tendency unconsciously, if not consciously, to depart from conventional sexual relations as evidenced by his statement: "Probably there is no healthy person in whom there doesn't exist, at some time or other, some kind of supplement to his normal sexual activity, to which we should be justified in giving the name 'perversity.' "
Thus, perversion is in us all. It may take any form. To some married couples, oral-genital sex is a perversion. To others oral-genital stimulation is acceptable and even sought after, but they draw the line at analism. Perversion, then, is a relative thing. There are no universal norms.
But there is one area of sexual activity which is held in almost universal contempt. That practice is incest. In fact, the practice is so outrageous to a majority of people that they are unwilling to have the subject discussed. This "hide under a bushel" attitude leads to tremendous problems for youngsters who are forced into such situations. There is almost no place for them to turn.
This book has as its primary purpose the open discussion of cases of incest. A further purpose is to expose the perversion of incest to public knowledge and possibly subsequent understanding. For it is only in understanding a problem that any solution to it can be found. We cannot condone, but we can attempt to understand and to help.
Five case histories are included for examination in this study. The first contains the story of a young boy, raised by his divorced mother, who was slowly drawn into her continually more bizarre sexuality. The second case deals with what sociologists call "transferal incest." A more accurate description of the case might be, "My Child, the Slave."
The third case deals with the young girl who narrated the passage contained in the introduction. We will find that this girl got into much deeper trouble than would be supposed. Her sexual attachment to her father eventually led to dire consequences.
Fourth is the shocking case of two bright youngsters named Joan and Jimmy. Sadism enters the picture here. These two children are forced to withstand brutal tortures in fulfillment of their parent's sexual demands.
Lastly is the case of two teen-agers. Their lives are so interconnected that they find no happiness, no consolation, except with each other. They are brother and sister.
Our approach to this subject is not a statistical one, although a large number of adults and adolescents were interviewed in connection with this problem. Instead, what is called the psychological depth interview and content analysis methods are used.
From the group of volunteers who cooperated in this project by giving their sex histories, the five cases mentioned above-all concerned with people of very different personal dispositions and social backgrounds-will be used. It is their sexual experiences, attitudes and relationships that are examined at close range and in every relevant detail in order to arrive at a new and fuller understanding of this increasing and demoralizing problem of incest.
One last consideration must be mentioned before we move on to the case histories. We are dealing here primarily with child-parent relationships which, euphemistically speaking, are too close," i.e., perverted. Concerning that other side to the coin, there are just as many children, perhaps more, who become socially maladjusted by the lack of a relationship with their parents as there are those who are scarred by a too intimate relationship. In no way, by presenting these case histories, is it intended to decrease or eliminate any genuine, heartfelt love between parent and child. We do not mean to create guilty feelings. Parents should love their children; it is only when that love is exaggerated, when it begins to injure, when it leads to sexual activity, that we find the love-relationship between parent and child a menace. It is the duty of the parent to love the child wisely and well.
To fulfill their biological destiny, boys must identify with their fathers and girls with their mothers. Identification is the crucial process whereby boys become men and girls women. Identification is facilitated when relationships with children are based on respect and love. By winning our children's affection, we also win their wish to emulate our respective sexual roles. Yet parents themselves are not always clear as to what their roles entail.
In many societies the function of the mother is more clearly defined than that of the father. To be mothered means to be nursed, diapered, cuddled, loved, played with, chided, smiled at, talked to and cared for. The need for maternal care is biologically determined. Lack of mothering endangers the infant's mental health and threatens his very survival. In contrast, fathering involves less nature and more culture. Biologically speaking, a father's contribution begins and ends before the child is born. All other fathering activities are socially determined.
In essence, the duties of a parent must be learned and accepted. A maxim might be: identify with, guide, protect and love, but don't scar.