Chapter 5

MOTHER AND DAUGHTER: FIXATION

I never knew what happened to Tina after we were together a couple of times with mother late that summer. I know Mom would have loved to have had her over for visits, but she was too smart to pursue any of that young stuff when she had such a good job and good reputation.

When I graduated from the military high school, Mother had great ideas about me going to college and all, because my father was willing to pay the whole bill and still give her some extra money. But I was too restless and I figured I'd get drafted soon anyway, because I sure as hell had no excuse for a deferment and I was as healthy as a son of a bitch.

I had no damn ambition at all then. I screwed around with a couple of waitresses, and Mother and Donna and I had sex three or four times a week. I worked pumping gas for a while, and then I was a plumber's helper, but I got in trouble there because the wives ... housewives, they used to hang around whenever I was down under the sink doing the heavy work, while the plumber handed me the tools and pipes and told me what to do. I was caught twice looking up these women's dresses from that angle, and playing pocket pool until I got a hard-on that made a noticeable bulge in my work pants.

I'm a masochist, I know, when I'm always wanting to eat pussy or lick women from their feet up. I guess I want to be humiliated, but I can't help it, and I'll always eat a girl if I can't do anything else. If she wants to be domineering and forceful with me and make it seem degrading as hell for me, it psychs me. I can't help it.

Mother was like that in the other way for a while then after I was out of school. It seemed like all of a sudden, she couldn't get enough of sucking my cock and licking my ass. Every day when she came in from work ... or I .came in ... the first thing she'd want was to eat me. She'd be nervous, her fingers shaky, but she knelt right down and took out my cock and sucked it off like she was starving for it. She claimed it helped me to be more relaxed until we had our bigger activities later in the evening.

When we were alone in bed together some nights, or even if Donna was with us, she just loved to eat my cock and take it all, Doc ... other times when I would fuck Donna, Mom was right there to suck it out of her and make Donna come again. It was a real fetish ... a compulsion, you'd probably call it. She'd take all my load, see, and squeeze the rest out drop by drop until she had it all. Then ... there were those things she used to say. Like I told you before, there were certain things she'd say at particular times that stick out in my memory, man, just like ... bless her ... I could hear her talking right now:

"Jack, darling ... your cock is getting so big! It's bigger than most men's....

"Donna ... oh, Donna, sucksie, don't you wish you had this cock to suck just anytime you wanted it? Aren't you jealous of me?

"Oh! No, don't come yet, Jack ... let me feel your cock in my mouth. I want to suck it for so long ... and take your sperm in my mouth. Oh, God, what a beautiful cock I have to suck ... my very own...."

I know you think that's all pretty weird, man, but it still psychs me [a long pause here.] Oh, Mother was something different. Nobody could understand what we had, I don't think. Not you ... not any of the other shrinks....

It was too much. I had to get out. You know, if I look back on it now, I get hot and masturbate ... thinking of Mother, Donna and all. I wonder why I felt I had to get away from home? I couldn't wait for the damn draft, so I went down one Wednesday morning and volunteered for the Navy. When I told Mother, she cried like hell, but she had enough smarts about her to call up this Commander who had been fucking her, and ask him if he could get me a good assignment. But she was still more upset than I'd ever seen her since that damn time her brother got killed.

I tell you that was tough for me when I left her, but I wanted to go. I had a feeling, a compulsion, that I had to escape something terrible, but I refused to recognize what it was. I thought escape would make a miracle happen, you know, that I was going away to sea and to exotic, foreign places. The Commander told me I'd probably make 2nd Class before my first hitch ... after that miserable goddamn boot camp.

I missed Mother, but at the first, I don't think I missed her as much as she missed me. Hell, I didn't have time to miss anybody. After boot camp, I took my leave in California because I wanted to see new things. I picked up a few fucks here and there, then went to sea in the Pacific for six months.

The outside world of the adult was strange to me, you know. I thought sex would be waiting for me everywhere, but most of the girls a damn sailor meets are professional whores, I don't care whether it's in Long Beach or Yokosuka or Tokyo. All the cunts wanted was my money. Sure, Japanese girls give good fucks and if you get one who'll blow you, it's like wild. But, shit, I could buy all the ass I wanted to if I was home. I tell you I was pretty pissed off at Japan. Most of the guys loved it, but not this cat.

I was on shore duty there when I got so screwed up and drunk one night on the Ginza that I got into one hell of a fucking fight with this Marine over a real nice free piece. She did it for love, not money, but she couldn't decide which one of us was the best fucker. I beat the shit out of the Marine, and I ended up in trouble.

Back at Yokosuka, the Commander, who I had pull with, said the only way he could get me out of a courtmartial was to change my speciality to a truck driver real quick, and ship me to Okinawa where they were screaming for Navy drivers because the Army was pissed about having to provide all the cargo transport. I tell you, I passed that trucker's test the next morning after staying up all night with this First Class the Commander assigned to give me a crash program for the test.

Damn, I thought Okinawa was probably going to be the end of the earth, a hell of a lot worse than Japan. Me! A lousy Seaman Deuce in the boondocks. But, man, that turned into one of the sweetest little deals in the Navy. I was king bee there, driving a supply truck, and, hell, we never had to inventory half of the stuff we moved from the ships to the warehouses. I could swap off a carton of cigarettes or some rations or a blanket, for piece of ass with some of the most beautiful young gals on the island. They were a lot different than the Japanese city girls, in fact, I think they had a different name for them ... they weren't really Japs, for the most part, but more like South Sea islanders.

Like with this boy about fifteen who cleaned our quarters, made our beds, fixed our bath water; hell, I couldn't pronounce his real name so we all called him "Snafu," and he answered to it with a big smile. Now, Snafu was a good, clean kid, and I mean he really snapped shit for the Americans. We had to pay him in money or cigarettes or something, but we overpaid him, you know, so that he was our boy. I mean, anything you wanted, you just yelled out "Snafu!" and he was right there to do it for you.

I guess it's a funny thing about me. I don't guess I'd jerked off in several days after I got settled down there, and I'd had only had me one piece of ass in Okinawa ... happened out in a field when I give this teenage gal almost a full pack of cigarettes, and I fucked her right there on the ground and got about half my cock up her ass, and she screamed like murder. Anyway, what I was going to say was that I used to just play with my cock and keep it hard a lot when I was alone and maybe thinking about Mother or wishing I could get to that little island gal again and really fuck her ass. Mother wrote me some pretty damn sexy letters, man, and she'd tell me how much she loved me and missed me, and then tell me everything about what she was getting for sex with Donna and some little Negro shampoo girl, new guys and all.

So, one morning, I was alone in the quarters, lying there on my bunk, and I was thinking of Mother and Donna, and how I wish I could watch them right then in a naked sixty-nine, sucking and slurping at each others' pussies until I would get so hot I'd stand up over them and shoot off all over them. When I was stroking my cock and daydreaming like that, I heard the back screen door open, but I knew who it was, you know, because different people have a way they walk, open doors, and all, and I knew it was about the right time too.

When he stepped up closer and cleared his throat, I didn't flinch, man, because this kid was too obligated to us. There wasn't anything you could do (outside of hurting the kid physically) that he would ever dare bitch or tell about. So, I looked around at Snafu, and I said, "Hi, Snafu. Damn, I'm horny enough to fuck an ass. How's your cock, boy?"

Snafu kind of laughed at first, but I knew he understood what I was aiming for, and he kept saying something about "Jo-san and Mama-san," and I didn't understand quite then that he meant, "mother and daughter." I guess I had my mind too set on Snafu's cock and how I'd like to suck it, so I gave him a whole damn carton of Camels and I pulled him over to the bed and put my hands up the pair of shorts he was wearing until I felt his cock in there, and, damn, if he wasn't hard.

I got those shorts off real quick and I told him there wouldn't be anybody else in here until noon, so he wouldn't have to worry. Oh, hell, he loved to get blown. His little cock would stick up and I'd kiss and feel his cute ass and then get down on it and go! That got to be a habit for about a week, until he finally got me interested in this "Jo-san and Mama-san" deal. Oh, damn! This was a real pretty and nice woman and her daughter (that psyched me good, man), and their old man, "Papa-san," had a problem with dope ... drugs. He was a hopeless addict. Well, dope was cheap on Okinawa, but the people didn't make much money, so they had a pretty big problem if they were addicts.

They'd do anything to get the stuff, or get ahold of enough money, cigarettes, blankets and all, to buy it.

This deal sounded terrific to me, man, but it just didn't seem real, you know, my being in a strange place where their customs and ideas and everything are so different. But I told Snafu I'd be able to get him six boxes of chocolate bars and about ten cartons of Luckies and Camels, and I asked him what that would be worth.

"Oh, Captain Jack!" he said, lighting up and calling me "Captain" like he called everybody below the rank of Chief, who were all "Admiral," of course. "Ah! That buy Papa-san much for two and maybe three week. Josan and Mama-san be most grateful. You bring candy and cigarettes to Road 4 intersection tonight, yes?"

I told him I'd be there by eight o'clock. Man, I was excited. A beautiful mother and her little teenage daughter ... together! I could understand a little about how Donna got psyched up watching me fuck Mom or eating her. Only this was going to be better ... Lesbian stuff with a mother and her daughter, and plenty of action for me, too.

Snafu was right there waiting for me at the intersection, and with it being so dark and all, the whole routine began to feel weird, unreal. There was this shady looking guy in a car with him, and as soon as I handed over the chocolate and cigarettes, the guy gave Snafu a big package and he jumped up in the cab of my truck with me and directed me to this native district, kind of like a suburb. By local standards, see, this was a pretty nice area, and we went into this hut-like house, and Papa-san was sitting in the front room all by himself. Man, he looked like he didn't trust me for crap, until Snafu pulled out that package and he opened it up and saw all the little packages inside. Damn! Old Papa-san was so excited he couldn't figure out whether to hug me and thank me first, or get that little packet open and take his shot. He was squealing and croaking in his native lingo, see, and his hands were shaking like hell. He handed Snafu this little jar with a needle and syringe that I guess were in alcohol, and with about half a minute's preparation, he finally had his first shot and was having a fit of joy.

Me? I was getting plenty damn impatient and my cock was reacting to all of this by pulsing, you know, getting a little hard, jumping up, then going back down. But it didn't take long for me to feel more at ease. The dope hit the old man and he gave both Snafu and me a big hug, then ambled off mumbling to some back room behind a big, thick piece of drapery.

I heard a little chitchat in the native Lingo, two female voices and his. And then ... oh, damn, Doc! These two gals in native dresses, they walked in that room after Papa-san had passed out back there, and I tell you those two were like something out of a movie or travel magazine. Goddamn, Doc, I felt like I was in another world, in dreamland, the sex high I got was a lot better than the old man's dope.

I never could figure out how to pronounce their names, so I just called them Jo-san and Mama-san. Now. Jo-san was about fifteen years old, four-feet eleven, and she and her mother both wore their hair piled on top real classy like the Japanese girls. I think they were maybe half Japanese. Mama-san was maybe thirty-five years old, but you know how those Orientals never show their age. She could have passed for Jo-san's older sister.

Damn, I was so excited and all when I saw those two Oriental dream cunts come out, I just felt sexy and good all over. I'd had a few beers back at the base and I brought along a fifth of Bourbon. In another ten minutes, we were all sitting down and acting like old friends, and Jo-san and Mama-san, hell, they couldn't say more than "please" or "thank you" in English, so Snafu was translating everything, and it wasn't long before he did some explaining to them, bowed, and disappeared.

Damn! Mama-san was as sexy and pretty as Jo-san, a beautiful woman, and I was just hungry to get these two cunts naked and rolling. This mother and daughter incest idea was psyching me up, man! I had gone from a confused kid to where I really felt I was back in the sex swing again. [The mother-daughter incest idea was a symbol of sorts to Jack for the mother-son incest he had known, and the presence of a third party. At this age, Jack knew the very "forbidden" nature of incest, and the mother-daughter combination provided the incest setting with the added element of Lesbianism, which intrigued him and made the situation more strongly sexual.]

What could I do to break the ice, man? I wanted to have all systems go, so I just took the first step I could think of and sat down by Mama-san, and put my arm around her and kissed her lips. They were relaxed and felt her tongue come into my mouth as my cock started pulsing again, and getting harder.

Hell, Doc, these people over there have a whole different outlook on life ... and sex. I think they were laughing up the damn sleeves of those kimono things at me for being an awkward clod. But then Mama-san opened up her clothing and, damn! she had a pair of tits almost as big as Mother's, and I went and buried my head in there. I started sucking her nipples and I pulled the rest of that kimono thing down and I was licking down her belly and breathing to beat hell. Oh, man, she tasted good, that warm, soft female flesh! She was such a damn clean woman and smelled natural and clean and feminine and ... exotic, you know. Her belly was just a little tiny bit plump and I got a big psych out of cleaning out her navel with my tongue.

Oh, she was rubbing my head and talking sweet in some damn language, and I had a bone on good by then. That was the first, good, natural hard I'd .had in a long time, when there was live cunt around.

All of a sudden, I realized my pants and shorts were being taken off, but I'd just about forgotten Jo-san was still there because of the quiet. But, damn! I felt this tongue coming up my ass, and these tiny little fingers pressing and caressing around my balls and cock. I looked down, and it was that sweet little Jo-san, naked as hell and all over my bare ass. Damn, she felt good! We were all three on this kind of pallet floor covering, and it was very comfortable.

Well, I tell you, there wasn't any doubt about these two, mother and daughter, knowing everything there was to know about pleasing a guy like me. It was an all night orgy for three and anything went.

Let me tell you a little more about that Jo-san. She didn't look any older than twelve or thirteen because that's the way it is with all those Orientals, Oh, man, she had these real small tits that were hard and nice! Doc, I could suck a whole tit in my mouth and just have a ball with it, and she loved it, too. She was so damn clean, also. When I got down there and was eating that sweet, juicy, bald pussy, I just didn't want to stop, and Jo-san was loving it, and Mama-san was watching and smiling and saying all sorts of things. But Jo-san would go douche out after every ten or fifteen minutes of my eating her cunt.

The other way, they only washed off my cock if it got real messy, and I'm telling you they loved their cocksucking so much that the two of them got into a big argument over who was going to eat it after I got my second hard-on watching them suck each others' tits ... damn! And both of those gals were just hungry to get their tongues up my ass. With Jo-san, it was a compulsion. Anytime Mama-san was getting fucked by me or sucking my cock, I could feel Jo-san's sweet, delicate fingers opening my buttocks, and then the fresh feel of her young tongue reaming my asshole. When they both got me like that, man, I couldn't help but shoot every drop I had in Mama-san's mouth, and she swallowed it all. Hell, she didn't even want to let go of my cock, because she wanted to keep it in her mouth and suck it up hard again, so Jo-san couldn't have it.

You see, Mama-san was the boss of the two, and she used to tell Jo-san what to do a lot. She'd gesture with her hands and all, and I could figure out what she was saying. Like, one time, Mama-san was telling her that I would like a French bath, and that was all it took. Josan worked me over with her tongue from inside my ears and armpits till she had sucked each one of my toes. On the way down, she sucked my tits so great that I made Mama-san come over and suck on my cock and let her tits slide along so Jo-san would be licking the nipple as she licked my body. Oh, damn! That was something to watch and something that psyched me up beautifully.

But I didn't want Mama-san to suck me all the way off, and I was somehow able to get the point across to them. As Jo-san got closer to my cock, Mama-san let it go and led it right between those sweet young lips of her daughter. Oh, Damn, that was a beautiful scene to watch! And Jo-san sucked so beautifully, but I knew she didn't like to swallow. I guess I was feeling aggressive, because when I felt the come surging up through my cock, I grabbed her by the head and held her so she had to swallow, or else gag on it. She swallowed, and even if her face was an angry red when she came up and looked at me, there was a wild smile on her lips that were covered with my come. I pulled her up to me and kissed and kissed her on the mouth. Damn!

After that first night, I thought I'd have to bring them a lot of contraband any time I wanted to come around, but the two got to taking a real liking to me. Oh, I brought them a little stuff from the PX, and cigarettes for Papa-san to trade off for his habit. But, I mean, they treated me like a member of the family, you know. I could come over, eat, drink, have sex, just about any damn time the mood hit me.

Funny thing, I got to liking Mama-san best, and I suppose that's because she was built a lot like Mother. These two were all the rest of the sex I had for almost a year on that island. And this wasn't always just plain raw sex either. Sometimes, I'd be doing a twelve or thirteen hour duty, every night for a week, and then got two or three days off. I'd be crapped out, man. I'd go over there and Mama-san and Jo-san ... hell, they'd wash out all my dirty clothes, bathe me for an hour in that nice heated water, and rub me down all over with some kind of lotion that felt real good. Oh, I'd sleep for anywhere from six to ten hours. And as soon as I woke up, it was just like they'd been waiting for sex the whole time. I'd get blown by Jo-san, who had come to love the taste of my come as much as she did the juice from her mother's pussy or her own. (She used to scoop out some of her cunt drippings into a glass, and drink it when I was watching, because she knew it psyched me.)

After I'd get that blow job and then go pee, we'd sit around and have something to eat and drink ... some tea or something. Hell, the old man was always in his back room, his dope den, and he was either passed out or mumbling a lot of mumbo jumbo. He was in another world and never bothered us a bit.

Later on, Jo-san and I, we got to be pretty serious lovers ... like I taught her a lot of English and took her to some American movies, and bought her a lot of stuff at the PX. It got to where I didn't care about us being seen together, man, because that girl was a looker!

Sometimes, Mama-san would be asleep when I'd bring in Jo-san from a movie or something, and first thing she did when we woke her up was to open my pants and kneel down and suck off my hot cock. Then she had this habit, see, of standing up and facing me and opening her mouth to let me watch her swallow the load. She knew that psyched me.

I guess most guys have heard how an Oriental girl likes to sit on top, straddle a guy at his crotch and ride him after getting his cock up her cunt. Oh, man, Jo-san loved to fuck me that way. There was that cute little goddamn body sitting on me and I could tell that full penetration of my cock was hurting her and made a tear come in her eye sometimes, but she'd never admit it. It was a masochistic sex kick, and the hurt look on her face psyched me. She'd force a smile and ride me like hell, man, until I'd be holding onto her little ass and shooting off a good load. It was like screwing some little kid. It was great!

When I was alone with Mama-san, there was a difference, see. You know what a perverted son of a bitch I am. Well, Jo-san was pretty smart to catch on about things and could speak a lot of English after a while. She was smart enough to know I wasn't going to marry her, and I wouldn't be around forever, and there were plenty of sailors and G.I.'s around there, and after I left, she wanted to be able to snag her another American.

But Mama-san! Hell, she just loved her sex! I think I gave her a hell of a lot of genuine satisfaction she craved because the old man was always on dope and couldn't get a hard-on. And Jo-san, well, she was wanting sex more and more, and I could tell sometimes when both their cunts were red and wet when I got there, they had been doing a lot of sucking off of each other before I had arrived. But when I got to be alone with Mama-san, I used to teach her only the very sexy words, like it was all perfectly natural, but I got it across that they were things that she was only supposed to say when we were making hot love. Man, this thing was so wild I think it psyched her as much as it did me, and she didn't know what she was saying half the time ... or maybe she did. I said she was perverted like me.

I'll tell you what I'm getting at now. I'd be fucking Mama-san slow and long and easy, pumping my cock into that hungry cunt of hers and feeling her muscles play around it (oh, damn, she could fuck). She'd have her legs wrapped up around me, and I'd say, "Mamasan, you fuck so good because you learned to fuck from you brother when you were three years old." She's smile at me like I was saying real tender and romantic words of love, you know, and she'd start saying these things I had taught her to say (and she knew I loved to hear) in that funny accent of hers.

"Oh, 'Merican Admiral Gordon," she'd say, "I suck pricks of ail five big brothers when I am in three years old. Taste good. Many brothers have come. I eat come, suck dick. I want to help you fuck your mother. She has good cunt ... good cunt for you and me. She suck Josan cunt too. Jo-san eat pussy all time...."

You know what I mean, Doc? I have to be some kind of nut you don't see very often, because all of these perverted things psyche me. When I'd teach her to say things like that, and when she'd say, like begging me, "Please, Admiral Gordon. Fuck me. Fuck mother and daughter. I suck pussy of my Jo-san hah morning ... taste good...." Oh, man, that would get to me right in my balls.

And I could get my cock in Mama-san's ass, too. Both of them thought it was nasty and dirty, and I couldn't get it in Jo-San's without tearing her up. I remember they had this old broken mirror, see, and I'd watch from the side when we were all three naked and Mama-san would get on her hands and knees for me to fuck her ass, and I had to be mean and force Jo-san to lick her mother's asshole real wet for me, while Mamasan would suck my cock wet. I'd jump up then and get it in her asshole and start fucking, while she screamed like hell, and I told Jo-san I'd really hurt her mother unless she got back there and sucked my ass and put her tongue up it. Oh, man, what a way to go!

I could make them act out any kind of sex scene I wanted, whatever I was in the mood for. I worked out a little drama where they were both fully clothed and pretended to be two girls just meeting on the street and bowing to each other, and Mama-san invites the young girl in for tea, then seduces her by undressing and comparing the size of their tits, until finally they're both mother naked on the bed in a beautiful sixty-nine. That made me know they were eating each other a lot, too, because they did it so natural. Oh, man, I used to watch first one end and then the other, watch little Jo-san's tongue licking and flying around in her mother's big pussy that she was holding, wide open. With Mama-san, it was better. She had a long tongue and Jo-san was so tight, she didn't need her pussy held open, and I could jack off in five strokes watching that educated tongue slipping in and out of those bald cunt lips, until Jo-san would beg and scream, and then Mama-san directed her tongue up to the clitoris and they both climaxed like a blast-off into space.

I think that mother and daughter experience was some kind if a turning point, you know. It was temporary, and it was all sex as far as I was concerned, but I've always been looking for more of the same ... in a little more serious affair. That's one of the big troubles I've had with Susan ... but that comes later.

Less than a year after that I made Third Class, because I had stayed out of trouble there in Okinawa. It was pure damn luck I never got caught with all that stuff I stole. Anyway, I felt damn good about having gotten out of that flap in Japan as easily as I did, and having some rank again.

There was one thing bugging me, though. It was the. letters from Mom. The way she wrote, I could tell that she was hitting the bottle like crazy and was a pretty sick woman. They'd had her in the hospital a couple of times with cirrhosis and the liquor was killing her, man. And that was the only time I ever went to see the Chaplain the whole time I was in the Navy.

The guy was a prince, man. He had the situation at home checked out within a few days by cable, and he called me into his office and talked to me like a son ... or what I guess a father would sound like talking to his son.

"Jack," he said to me very honestly and sincerely and seriously, "the only problem with your mother is that she's drinking herself to death. She misses you to an unusually neurotic degree. It's your absence that makes her drink so much, her doctor told a Chaplain near where you live when I asked him to check on her. Now ... I don't think it would be asking too much of the Navy to arrange a compassionate transfer for you as a yeoman at the reserve outfit in your hometown. They have several full-time, active-duty personnel, and they can always use a good office worker ... and you were qualified as a yeoman. God bless you, son. I've talked to the Commander. Your transfer papers should be coming through shortly."

[Jack was impressed to the point of tears at what the Chaplain had done for him. He says it was the only time in his life that a "man" had been so good to him. Like so many other males with serious mental disorders involving sexual manifestations, Jack was in great need of a father or at least a father image that he could respect and love. The hippie element may talk all they want to of the authoritarian image as being a bad influence per se. It is my firm belief that the father holds the key to the neurotic condition of many adult males, and that the absence of a father or father image is so very often a causative factor of even more serious mental conditions of this type in the juvenile and adult male. Often, a weak father and a domineering mother may create a similar problem.]

It was a real sad farewell with Mama-san and Jo-san crying like hell. Then that miserable goddamn ship for nearly three weeks, and then a stinking, soot-filled coach on the train halfway across the continent or more. The only thing I figured I had going for me was that this Reserve outfit was an intelligence unit, and all I'd be doing was typing correspondence and filing stuff for eight hours a day, like a damn civilian. And I could join the NCO Club at any military base around, maybe even get some WAVE or WAC stuff for extra sex.