Claire Adrian

Incest, A Way Of Life

Introduction

"… It wasn't difficult to get my father to lay me. It was during last summer, and I was attending special classes at school for extra credits.

"My father suggested to my mother that she take Bob, my little brother, to her mother's farm for a week's vacation. I could not go because I was in school. Although mom wanted a vacation and a visit with her parents, she hesitated to leave me ‘to run wild.' But after much persuasion by dad, and with his solemn promise to look after me and not leave me to do as I pleased, she reluctantly agreed to the plans.

"I disliked visiting with relatives and tried to avoid going to my grandparents' farm, but mom insisted that I ride down with the family so my grandparents could see me and I could pay my due respects. Dad and I left mom and my little brother at the farm and started home. It was on the return trip that dad began his questioning.

"'Di' honey,' he began, ‘you know, you're getting to be quite a young lady. Tell me, have any of your dates tried to have sex with you? Not that I care, mind you, because I realize that girls your age have sexual urges. It's only that I want you to be careful and not get pregnant. Have you have you ever had intercourse with a boy?'

"'No, daddy,' I lied. 'I've never let a boy do anything like that to me.' The nerve of him! Did I ask him how many times a week he screwed mom? Why tell him I had lost my cherry at thirteen and had been fucked dozens of times since then? It was none of his business.

"My reply seemed to surprise dad, and he glanced curiously at me. 'Well, if and when you do let a boy do it to you, make sure he wears a rubber. I suppose you know what a rubber is, don't you?'

"'Of course, daddy,' I said, smiling. 'After all, we do have sex education in school, though I've never seen one close up… ‘

"Looking back on the chain of events, I suppose it was about then, right there in the car, that I made up my mind-to seduce my father. I knew it wouldn't be away from the house. I also knew that hots for me. I could tell by the way he glanced at me sometimes, with a look of longing in his eyes, especially when I was in shorts or wearing a bikini. And so I made up my mind to get him to fuck me. Why not? He was a good-looking guy in his late thirties, and the fact that he was my father didn't bother me in the least. Yes, I would get him to fuck me, but I'd have to be careful about how I went about it. I decided to act real innocent and await the proper moment, the right opportunity, for action.

"Dad didn't say any more about sex until after we got home and had eaten supper. Then, while we were in the living room, dad asked me if I'd like to see a rubber. I said yes, and he went into the bedroom and came back with one. Unrolling it and letting it dangle, he held it out for me to feel, and said, 'I could show you better if I put it on a real penis. But we know that's impossible.' He laughed nervously. 'I don't suppose you've ever seen a real penis? No, of course not…'

"I could really have told him something then, but instead, I continued with my little Miss Innocence act, at the same time getting a nasty thrill over what we were doing. I also decided to shock him a bit.

" ‘No? daddy,' I said, ‘they don't show us real cocks in sex education class. Oh, this rubber feels so slick and smooth!'

"Dad's eyes widened at my mention of the word 'cock' and he asked me where I had heard such a 'dirty' word. And did I know anymore?

" ‘Oh, Daddy,' I said, laughing, ‘words like "cock," "peter," "fuck" and "cunt" are written all over the school walls. Naturally a girl can't help but see them. That's when I threw out the invitation. 'What I'd like to see is a real cock, one that's big and hard.'

"My emotional reaction up to this point was once of combined pleasure and some guilt. I also sensed dad's intense pleasure in the discussion. I, too, felt that I was indulging in forbidden pleasure, and as wrong as I felt it to be, I had no desire to terminate what we were doing.

"Dad became very excited when I said that I'd like to see a real cock, and I could see the front of his pants begin to jerk as his prick began to harden-only I pretended not to notice a thing as I began rolling up the rubber. I could almost see the little wheels of his mind spinning and I knew what he was thinking. If only he made the right decision. I didn't want to ask to ask to see his cock…

" ‘Honey lamb,' dad said, almost in a whisper, 'would you like to see my penis? You can even slip the rubber on it if you want! Would you like that?'

"'Oh yes, daddy, I would,' I said, pretending excitement. 'I'd just love to play with your cock. Will you make it get big and hard for me?'

"Grinning stupidly, dad stood up. 'Let's go into the bedroom,' he croaked in an odd voice. ‘I'll lie on the bed and let you look at it, and you can play with it.'

"I followed him into the bedroom and, sitting on the side of the bed, watched him lie down and unzip the front of his trousers; then he pulled out his prick, which was very large and very hard. It was truly the biggest prick I had ever seen, and I immediately wondered how it would feel to have that lovely thing shoved between my legs. I leaned closer and stared at the eight-inch pillar of flesh. Then dad reached into his pants and pulled out his balls, after which he took my hand and wrapped my fingers around his peter.

"He said, 'Doesn't it feel warm? Hold it tightly, but don't squeeze it. Ahh, that's the way. Now move your hand up and down; that's how a man is masturbated. That's something you'll have to do to your husband after you're married. Th-That's the way, honey… just keep doing it like that.'

"It was obvious that he was undergoing an intensely pleasurable experience, and I must confess, my own pussy was beginning to twitch. I decided to hurry things up. I wanted his prick in my cunt, not in my hand.

"Dad said, his voice quivering, ‘See, baby, how your movements pull the foreskin back over the head? Ahhhh… that feels good. But don't stop, sweetie. Keep jack, keep masturbating me…'

" ‘But, daddy,' I said sweetly, 'don't you want me to put the rubber on you? I know from sex education class that when a man gets excited his cock spits out semen. You don't want to come all over the bed, do you, daddy?'

"Daddy laughed crazily. 'That's right. I forgot about that. Okay, baby. Put the rubber on me and then you can finish masturbating me, and honey, would you mind if… if I played between your legs while you masturbate me?'

"HA! Dear old dad was getting more daring! There was a hint of a plea in his voice as he said, 'Wouldn't you like me to finger it a little? Wouldn't you like that?'

"I looked straight into his eyes. 'Oh yes, I'd like that, daddy,' I said. ‘but you've got to promise you won't tell mom or anyone else if I let you finger-fuck me!'

"Dad sat up on the bed and smiled. 'Finger-fuck!' he echoed. 'Say, are you sure no boy's ever gotten in your pants?'

"It was my turn to smile. 'I didn't say that I had never let a boy diddle me with his finger. But do you promise?' I knew he couldn't tell anyone, but I wanted to keep on with my 'gullible' act.

" ‘Great Scott! No, darling!' dad exclaimed, and I felt he was marveling at my 'innocence.' 'I wouldn't dream of telling anybody. How could I?'

"'You promise?' I insisted.

"'Of course, I promise, my little dear. This is only between you and me. Nobody will ever know.'

"He put his arm around me and I squirmed and giggled as he gently squeezed my firm breasts. Oh, how I wanted his cock in my cunt, but I knew I couldn't rush matters. As it was, I knew I was making progress, particularly when he said, 'Tell you what, sweetie, let's take our clothes off. We'll be more comfortable that way. I'd just love to see you naked.'

"Giggling, I said I thought that was a good idea, but, wanting to tease him a little and not wanting to seem too anxious (which I was), I hung back with pseudoshyness and said, ‘I feel too shy to let you see me naked, daddy. I'd be so embarrassed!'

" ‘There's nothing to feel shy about, little lovely,' daddy coaxed, squeezing one of my thighs. 'After all, you'll be seeing me naked…'

"Feeling sorry for him, I said, 'All right, daddy. Let's get undressed.'

"I pretended nervousness as I unbuttoned my halter and slipped out of my bra; then I stepped out of my shorts and panties. I enjoyed being naked, liked having my father look at me. Sitting down on the bed, I wanted to laugh at the look on his face. Bug-eyed, the poor man was drooling as he reached out to touch me, but I pulled away, covering my breasts with my arms and giggling.

"'No, daddy,' I laughed, ‘you undress and let me put the rubber on you; then you can finger my cunt while I work on your peter. Come on now, daddy, take your clothes off.'

"It took dad only half a minute or so to get out of his clothes, and then he too was naked. He had a lot of hair on his chest, and a big black wad of it around his prick, which now stood out like a miniature flagpole. It was certainly some fucker!

"Dad lay down on the bed once more, and I sat down beside him, opening my thighs. Sooner than you could say 'Fuck me!' he had a finger in my pussy, and I proceeded to roll the rubber over his peter, leaving some looseness in the head for his come. Then we went to work on each other, I masturbating him like friggin' was going out of style (and pulling on his balls at the same time), and he finger-fucking me. I was becoming very excited when daddy cried, I'm almost r-ready. A little harder, ahhh, I'm c-cominggggg… ‘

"I felt his cock expand in my hand and watched in fascination as his come began spurting into the rubber, great gobs of it leaping out, seeking freedom. All too quickly it was over. Daddy sighed and continued to move his finger around in my cunt. I leaned over and placed my head on daddy's chest. 'You've got me so excited, daddy… so excited…'

"'I know,' he whispered. 'I'll keep fingering you untul you come-all right?'

"It was now I put the second part of my plan into operation. 'I was thinking about what we learned in sex education class,' I said slyly. 'I mean what some husbands do to their wives with their mouth. What do they call it? Cunna… cunna…? Now I remember: cunnilingus.'

"I hadn't been taught anything of the kind at school, but had read about pussy nibbling in a book I had bought at the newsstand, but what daddy didn't know couldn't cause him any pain, so what was the diff?

"Daddy looked down at me in astonishment. 'They, they've told you about that at school! Jesus Christ! What's the world coming to?' Then he smiled in a funny sort of way and licked his lips. I don't know whether he licked his lips because they were dry, or because his taste buds were watering for a taste of my cunt! Anyhow, he said, in a nervous sort of voice, 'You little minx you, are you asking me to lick you down there?' I swear, he was almost panting in lust.

"'If you want to, daddy.' I said with pretended bashfulness. I knew he would want to, because what adult man doesn't want to eat a young and tender cunt? It seemed to me that was all boys my own age wanted to do! I don't know what's so fascinating about a girl's pussy, but the minute a girl gets parked with a boy, right off, that's the first thing he wants to do: eat her box, then cram his cock down her throat. I swear that with all the pussy and prick eating going on in the world, fucking will some day become extinct. Personally I don't mind going down on a boy, but it can't be just any boy. I have to like him a lot before I'll suck on his cock, but I'll let any boy eat my hair-pie.

"Getting back to dear old dad. He got to his knees by the side of the bed, so worked up sexually that he actually shook. He had removed the rubber and wiped off his cock, and I could see that he had another juicy hard on. He said, in a low voice, 'Baby, you lie sideways on the bed, and put your legs over my shoulders. No, NO! Not yet. For now, open your legs wide and let me admire you first.'

"I complied with dad's request and, lying back on the bed, opened my thighs, gratified to see him leering at my cunt, at the luxuriant growth that was my pubic hair. Finally he began brushing his lips through the shining yellow-gold curls, all the while muttering, ‘Lovely-lovely…'

"He decided to go to work and get some of my juice. Reaching up, he divided the fat, pink lips of my cunt, disclosing the reddish interior, and glued his mouth to them, his tongue curling around my clitoris.

"I laughed softly. 'My, what a wet kiss, daddy!'

"But he was beside himself with passion. He put his arms around me, his fingers sinking into the soft cushions of my behind, and drew me closer. Presently I felt my first true sexual impulse. It was nice to think of my dad sucking me down there. Then very slowly I began to experience a tingling sensation, rather faint at first and barely distinguishable from a slight itching. But very slowly it became a definite pleasure, increasing almost imperceptibly in intensity, until I reached the stage when I knew I liked it and wanted it to go on to a big come.

"I knew that daddy was also aware of my sensations. He had to be. With his mouth he could feel my pussy warming up under the gentle influence of his titillating tongue. He had to be feeling my clitoris swelling and expanding. Sort of involuntarily, I stretched my legs wider, and my hands went out to rest on dad's hair. Putting my legs over his shoulders, I tugged at his head with my hands, pulling more of his sucking mouth into my cunt, at least it felt that way.

"'Oh, I like that, daddy, but be careful back there,' I cooed, feeling him insert a finger into my rectum, the nasty old man! But I loved it…

"For several minutes he continued to suck away, while he turned his finger in my bungy hole; then he surprised me by getting to his feet, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, and staring at me.

"'What, are you looking at, daddy?' I asked as he lay down beside me.

"'At your titties, sweetie,' he said huskily. 'You've got lovely breasts. They're like two large globes of alabaster crowned with two fresh strawberries.'

"'Ah, daddy, you sound like a poet. Tell me more; I love to hear you talk like that.'

"Actually, dad is a very intelligent man, and I guess he does have a lot of 'poet' in him. Perhaps that's why he's one of the leading decorators in Hammond, and I'm not talking about house painting either. I mean dad's an interior decorator.

"Daddy smiled. ‘so you want to hear more, do you? Well now, let me see… You do have beautiful nipples. They're very pink and just right for sucking. You don't mind if I suck them,-do you?'

"Without waiting for me to say, 'I wish you would* he buried his face in the deep warm valley between my two soft snowy globes, inhaling their fragrance and fondling them madly. My daddy, he sure loved to suck titties, but what man doesn't.

"I laughed softly, deliciously, as dad commenced to suck my nipples. But finally, he got to his knees between my legs and began staring at my cunt once more. I found it most amusing. 'Tell me, daddy, what do you see?' I asked.

"Kissing my pussy, he said, "Your curls down here are tight and crisp and feel silky. Your lips are a deep pink and closed together so tightly as to leave just the merest hint of a slit between them." And this'-he pressed his finger on my bung hole-'reminds me of a crinkled rosebud,' He parted my cunt lips, and I could feel his fingers working at the top of the cleft. ‘Ahhh, this is' nice. You have a lovely clitoris and it's very hard. I think you need my tongue some more… ‘

"I'll say one thing for my father: he sure liked to look at my pussy. I lay quietly and let him examine my most secret parts, waiting patiently for him to resume his sucking. Presently, seeing he was apparently in no hurry, I raised my left leg and, winding it around his neck, drew his face forcibly forward between my wide-stretched thighs, till it was buried in the perfumed curls of my cunt.

" ‘Daddy, don't look so hard!' I exclaimed with a naughty smile, exerting some strength and forcing him thereby to keep his mouth glued to my sex-lips. Then, as he thrust out his tongue and began sucking me, I drew my leg away and lay in complete repose. Ahhhh, presently I felt him forcing his tongue inside my rectum, and I smiled sweetly, whispering, 'Daddy, you're such a wonderful nasty man-OH! T-That's good… ' A delicious thrill coursed through me as I felt his tongue inside my rectum. After several long moments, I felt him draw it out, and then I thrilled and shivered again as I felt it enter my bubbling vagina. But frankly, I wanted him to hurry up and make me come. You see, I waa not only getting all worked up and anxious to have a comsie, but I was also becoming impatient for dad's cock. Somehow, it seemed only right that I blow him before he fucked me. Maybe he didn't know it then (though he told me several days later that he felt he'd get to it), but he was going to stick that lovely, hard thing in me. In my cunt and in my mouth! As hot as dad was, I knew it would be easy for me to talk' him into showing me how wives are supposed to go down on their husbands, realizing my asking him to show me would ease his conscience. I was sensible enough to know that a stiff peter is never bothered by conscience-until it gets soft. And dear old daddy would have to give some kind of excuse to himself after we had finished with our fun. Too, I knew I would enjoy blowing dad's big fucker. Even thinking about it made me want to grab his cock with my teeth and bite it off! Isn't that silly. But truthfully, I was that anxious to suck him off…

"Right then and there, I began to experience all those delicious sensations associated with sexual delight. They seemed to be overpowering me, and I began feeling a little dazed and giddy with the intensity of the rapture. Oh boy! The way my father could suck a cunt. No wonder he and mom got along so well! I closed my eyes, because.the room began to spin; at the same time, I seemed to be sinking into a vast ocean of bliss. I-"

Of all the moral taboos (ancient and contemporary) inherent in our Western culture, none are more deeply imbedded than those against incest, and, considering man's diverse sexual activities, few have been less explored and less understood. No other subject is so readily and so frequently swept under society's carpet of silence; there is no other subject that so shocks, disgusts and horrifies so many millions of people, that meets with such firm and unyielding censorship, such harsh laws, and such swift and merciless retribution.

Teenage boys and girls are particularly susceptible to the incestuous psychosexual mechanism, in that they not only, at times, have conscious desires for sexual contact with a blood relative, but are usually the love object on which the adult vents his lust. Not infrequently, we also find that it is the teenager who initiates the incestuous seduction which leads to a sexual relationship between father and daughter or mother and son, and all too often between sister and brother, aunt and nephew, or uncle and niece.

Incest (the word comes from the Latin: inces-twm,"unchastity") is considered a true sexual deviation by all sexologists and/or psychiatrists, as well as other behavioral scientists. Specifically, it is a deviation of object, in which the individual seeks the normal sexual aim, but in conjunction with an object which normally would not produce excitement. One's own son or daughter (or brother or sister) cannot be considered a proper sexual object.

One thing is certain: incest (i.e., sexual intercourse between persons normally prevented from marrying because of close relationship) is considered the most terrible of all the transgressions against morality.

In the American Journal of Sociology, Alfred L. Kroeber writes: "If ten anthropologists were asked to designate one universal taboo, nine would name incest prohibition."

George P. Murdock, in Social Structure, reported his findings of a cross-cultural study of 250 societies: not one permitted incest (or close relatives to marry).

Closely allied with incest is pedophilia erotica: the abnormal craving of an adult for a child of the same or opposite sex-and here is where the confusion arises, for while much of pedophilia ia of an incestuous nature, not all incest is of a pedophiliac nature, provided both parties involved are considered adults by law, in the state in which they reside, A man who has sexual intercourse with his ten-year-old daughter is committing incest and pedophilia, but, on the other hand, if he has coitus with his neighbor's daughter, then he is committing not incest but pedophilia. If the man's daughter is at the age of sexual consent, or older, and he has intercourse with her, he is then committing incest but not pedophilia. To further complicate the problem-as if the difference in state laws wasn't confusing enough-there are degrees of sanguinity to be considered. In all states cohabitation between a father and his adopted daughter is considered incest-and pedophilia if the adopted daughter is below the age of consent. But intercourse between a father and his stepdaughter is not incest in many states; it is pedophilia erotica. Sexual intercourse between in-laws is never incest, but it always is between biological brothers and sisters.

There is, however, one outstanding fact about incest: it is one of the most dangerous (for the child) of all sexual perversions. Another fact is that the majority of incest is of a pedophiliac nature; this is because minors and/or children are usually involved, often children as young as four and five years old. Unfortunately, the courts very seldom see cases involving incest in its true form: that is, those relationships involving a father and his biological daughter (particularly when the father dominates the household). Brother/sister incest is the most common of all (when the father is less domineering), followed by abnormal relations between stepfather and stepdaughter. Mother/son incest occurs most often in homes ruled by the mother.

How common is incest? No one knows for certain. If we want to believe Kinsey, then we can believe that five percent of all girls over fourteen years of age, in the United States, have had some incestuous contacts in their childhood (with father, brother, or uncle). The catch here is that the experts disagree. S. Kirson Weinberg (Incest Behavior) places the rate at 1.9 million of population. Other researchers give different population ratio figures. Paul J. Gillette, for example, believes that, although recognized reports indicate a 1.9 frequency, the real figure must be considerably higher, in that many acts are likely to be kept secret by the participants.

L. Cavallin's studies of incestuous fathers at the Kansas State Reception and Diagnostic Center shed some light (though dim) on the nature of the incestuous father. Dr. Cavallin established a mean age at the time the incest was discovered, of 39.1 years. His youngest subject was 20 years of age, the oldest 56. The average age of the daughters was 13. One girl was aged 3, and the oldest was 18. Only two of the fathers involved had records of previous convictions, and none had any psychiatric treatment prior to the arrest. All were of at least average education and intelligence- education of 9.2 grades, I. Q. of 102.

The State of Illinois once conducted another study (in 1967), of incest offenders of varying social backgrounds. They were urban and rural, white and black, native and foreign born, convicted and discharged persons; they were of varied ages, of diverse religions, and of varied educational and occupational levels. There were 203 cases involved and these were sectioned off into four incest combinations: father/daughter, 159 cases; brother/sister, 37 cases; mother/son, 2 cases; combined father/daughter and brother/sister incest, 5 cases. The average age of the fathers was 43.5 years; the youngest father participant was 31, while the oldest was nearly 65. Negroes on the average were younger-40.6 years-than the whites-44.1 years. The urban participants were slightly younger-43.0 years-than the rural participants-45.9.

As was indicated by the Illinois State Study, the father initiated the incest at a period of life when his usefulness to industry had declined, when his wife's attraction had declined, when extrafamilial women were less accessible, and when his daughters had become biologically mature.

The daughters averaged 15.3 years of age. Carney Landis (in "Psychosexual Immaturity," Journal of Abnormal and Social Psychology, Vol. 35, pp. 449-52) has characterized the girl, 15 to 17 years of age in our culture, as one who has gone out with boys fairly frequently, but has not had complete sex experience. She is till tied to her family emotionally; her sex information is adequate, but she still feels constrained in discussing such matters with her family, is definitely interested in boys and in sex.

Very obviously it is not a normal person who commits incest, or even entertains thoughts of such a perverted nature. In most people the bond between parent and child is usually strong enough to prevent the idea from even occurring to the adult; yet it is not uncommon for the desire to exist. Which leaves the big question of-why?

Sigmund Freud's theory was that incest is a regression to childhood fantasies, to a childhood level of sexuality. Freud contended that it is possible that all of us were destined to direct our first sexual impulses toward our mothers and our first impulses of hatred and violence toward our fathers. Our dreams prove it, according to Freud. However, he continues, we usually withdraw our sexual impulses from our mothers and forget all about our jealousies of our fathers. In short, we develop-a moral set of values and learn the difference between right and wrong. But sometimes these values become short-circuited, and that's when a grown man regresses to an infantile level. Then, perhaps, other things being equal, we have incest.

Walter Bromberg writes (Crime and the Mind) that the influences regarding incest "are chiefly cultural and sociological, identified with primitive family organization; the father occupying the position of patriarch. Incest offenders do not have the neurotic reflections of other sexual criminals; responses are less clouded by evasion and complete denial. They seem to consider incest as essentially normal, not so reprehensible as perverted sexuality but a mature form of heterosexuality."

Other psychiatrists have other opinions. Doctor J.L. McCarey (Human Sexuality) says that "many psychotherapists believe that the effects of actual incest involving a child are not so disastrous as are the effects of a parent's seductive behavior toward a child that never culminates in any manifest sexual activity. One theory is that the problem of unconscious incestuous desire may well underline all cases of neuroses and psychoses, and that actual incest will not have such a deleterious effect upon the child since parental approval of the behavior is implicit. There will therefore be little residual guilt on the part of the child, except later, perhaps, when he grows older and reads and listens to the opinions of others on the matter of incest."

Current theory has it that incest is the direct result of a long series of personal experiences and attitudes, both of which are affected by extreme endogamic orientation, indiscriminate promiscuity and, sometimes on the part of the male, an intense sexual craving for young children. Here again we see how pedophilia (or "statutory s rape") is intricately related to and interwoven with incest. Psychiatrists utilize these various attitudes for classifying male incest participants into different personality types, which is a useful guide in the study of incest.

1. The endogamic orientation, i.e., marriage within a specific social group, composed of those who tend to have an ingrown, self-turned type of personality.

2. The pedophile orientation characterizes those who are socially immature and retarded psychosexually.

3. Those men, and women, too-in this category- who are promiscuous and have a tendency to be psychopathic.

Condensed, this means that the parent who seduces a child is a parent who has two unique problems; he or she desires sexual activity-a change of partners-outside of marriage but not outside the home, and he or she is afraid to make these demands outside the home, or lacks either the technique or the opportunity, or both.

The male with the "ingrown" type of personality who uses a daughter or a sister for the incest object does so because he does not crave nor cultivate social contacts with women outside the family.

Ernest Jones (Hamlet and Oedipus) uses the Oedipus complex to explain the father's sexual advances to the daughter, an explanation that is complex, to say the least. According to Dr. Jones, the father, who as a child could not have sexual relations with his mother, has intercourse with his daughter because she symbolically represents a mother substitute. Also, according to Jones, the man who displays an abnormally strong affection for his daughter (even though incest may not be involved) has a strong infantile fixation (on the unconscious level) for his mother. (Note: This does not mean that every father who is overly fond of his daughter wants to commit incest with her, even on an unconscious level.)

Jung, the world famous psychiatrist, maintained years ago that when a husband lacks a basic working relationship with his wife, he unconsciously seeks another love object Furthermore, if the man is unaware of his search and/or represses his fantasies, then his libido more or less splits, regressing to the memory image of his mother and at the same time seeking the image of his daughter. Jung called this "unconscious incest."

But more is required to produce the "teenage incestuous syndrome," by which we mean a teenage boy or girl who deliberately seduces a parent or other relative.