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CASE HISTORY THREE

Case Subject: Richard C. Age: 46

Sexual History: A business executive and divorced man, Richard C. had an active and varied sex life with many different women of varying ages and races. On his forty-sixth birthday, however, he became suddenly impotent. He attempted many remedies but all failed in desperation, he confided his problem to his teenage daughter. When she seduced him, he found that he was able, to perform sexually with her. After many sex acts with her and all successful, he decided to live with his own daughter as man and wife.

ANALYST: You are living with your daughter?

RICHARD: Yes.

A: As man and wife?

R: Yes.

A: You engage in sexual relations with her?

R: I fuck her about twice a day. She can handle it and so can I.

A: How old is your daughter?

R: Sixteen.

A: Does your former wife know what's going on?

R: She knows, and approves.

A: Why do you find it necessary to have sexual relations with your own daughter?

R: She's the only one who can get it up for me.

A: You became impotent?

R: Yes. And still am with other females. All except my own daughter. As I said, she's the only one who can bone me up.

A: You have trled to have sexual relations with other women?

R: Of course.

A: You remained Impotent?

R: Yes. They tried everything. Nothing worked. The only gal who can really get it up for me is Cecilia, or Cissy as I call her.

A: Have you any idea why you are this way?

R: It all started when I lost my job.

A: You were laid off.

R: No, I was fired.

A: After many years of service?

R: Yes. I was caught fucking the wife of my boss. He blackballed me. I found myself unemployable. Naturally, it began to affect me. Soon, I couldn't get a hard on anymore.

A: But you were vigorous until the time you had relations with the wife of your former employer?

R: Yes. Too much so. That's what got me into trouble.

A: Please explain.

RICHARD: After I got a divorce, I really went wild in the fucking department. My wife had always been a prude, inhibited and afraid to try out all the things I craved. I had always wanted a woman who could give me a good cock-suck, or eat my ass, or try out various positions. My wife would only permit the old fashioned man-on-top position, and I needed something more exciting. Also, I craved a woman who could give me verbals when I pumped out her cunt. You know what I mean? A woman who would wrap her legs around me and tell me to fuck her and stuff like that.

As I previously stated, after I got my divorce, I really went hog wild in the cunt department. I fucked them all. Old ones, young ones, blacks, orientals. I took them on a couple at a time, and so forth. Soon, I began to get a reputation as quite a swinger, a guy who would ball any cunt available. At an office party, the wife of the president, my immediate employer approached me and told me she had heard rumors about my fucking expertise. Then, she asked if I'd join her in a threeway swing. Her and another woman. They were bisexual and needed a swinging man to join them. Her husband was too old and too narrow and too jealous to give her the kind of fucks she needed.

The idea of a three-way fuck with my employer's wife and her girl friend appealed to me. She was good looking, a real sharp cookie. And her girl friend was also on the chic and groovy side. Matter of fact, the girl friend was the woman's personal maid, a young black girl who couldn't have been more than fifteen or sixteen years old.

The woman, her name was Lulu, decided the best place to have the three-way-swing was in her place. Her husband who was also my boss was going out of town for a week. That would give her the opportunity of doing her thing, sexually. This black girl who was her personal maid was very well stacked despite her young age. When I got a look at the maid, I agreed to go through with the ball. Naturally, I had a few reservations about fucking the wife of my boss. But I thought it would be safe enough with him out of town.

Lulu lived in a swell mansion of a home out hi the suburbs, and on the first Saturday night my boss was out of town, I went out to see Lulu and her black maid. There was plenty of liquor to get the party off to a good start, and then we all took off our clothes. I must admit that Lulu turned me on. She was in her early thirties and used to be a chorus girl. Her figure was still plenty stacked and she had dyed blonde hair. This hair contrasted erotically with the big patch of really black wool around her cunt. Lulu looked kind of hard and cheap but those qualities turned me on. I kind of felt like I was getting fucked by a whore, and prostitutes always excited me. Her legs were long and shapely like she had been dancing a long time. And the way her cheeky ass curved out I thought of a roller coaster. She even talked in a hard and brittle voice. And her language was filthy. Dirty talk in a woman turned me on, too.

In brief, she was everything my own wife wasn't. My wife had been puritanical, prim and proper and sexless. Naturally, I went for the complete opposite in a sex partner. Dyed hair, plenty of cosmetics, curves and dirty talk. The maid was a black, younger version of her mistress. Despite her age which couldn't have been more than sixteen, or so, she used filthy talk and liked to discuss some of her former white lovers. Both Lulu and the black girl were bisexual. They could work both sides of the street. They could either fuck a male or female. But they preferred to get it from both, and at the same time. That was the reason for my presence. They loved to get fucked by a female, and a male at the same time.

I was a newcomer to this kind of three-way swing. Of course, I had heard about women who fucked other women, and it never did appeal to me. Queer stuff didn't turn me on at all. But a situation where the female wanted it from both a man and a girl was something entirely different. The situation was so new to me, in fact, that I really didn't know what was expected of me.

"What do I do?" I asked Lulu. "I mean if you two girls ball each other, what am I going to do."

Lulu explained. "There's really nothing like the three-way fuck, between one man and two cunts. It's great. And you'll find plenty to do. This is a situation where we all love each other. Three bodies are really one, and everyone does their own particular thing. Whatever you want to do, you do. There are no inhibitions in the three-way swing."

"Sounds great," I replied. "Uninhibited sex is what I want." But then, I had my first thoughts about incest. The black girl was about the same age as my daughter.

The maid laughed. "So what, white man? When you ball me just close your eyes and pretend I am your daughter. That way you'll get an even bigger blow-off. Lots of men… especially white ones… wanna fuck their own daughters. In fact, I sucked off one guy who was eating his daughter."

Lulu nodded in agreement. "Yes, a lot of the men we ball love the incest scene. If it turns you on, just think you're fucking your daughter and sister."

I shook my head. "No thanks. Incest is not for me. But this three-way affair might be fun. What do I do? How do we get started?"

By now, the black girl had disrobed also and I had to admit the shining, black and very firm skin turned me on. Her boobies were round and the nipples a black-purplish color. The jet-black hairs that swarmed up around her cunt almost reached her navel. Her ass looked as though it was made out of black rubber. And despite her age, she had the biggest female cock I had ever seen on a female. Now, it was in an agitated state of erection. Lulu's cock was up at the angle of the fuck, too.

Lulu explained. "Me and my maid will ball. You watch and then do your thing. Maybe you'll want to fuck my ass, or eat black cunt. Whatever you want to do, you do. That's the object of the three-way ball. And that goes for us, too. Whatever the girls want to do, we do."

The black girl put in. "Our three bodies will become one."

For reasons I couldn't understand I was a bit apprehensive. "Okay," I said. "I'll try anything once. But don't think for a minute I'm going to think of Billy as my daughter." Billy was the name of the black girl. Then, I asked as an afterthought. "Who fucks who? I mean when two females are involved, who does the balling?"

Lulu smiled. "Since I'm the older, I take the dominant position most times. But right now," she decided, "I want some sixty-nine. Sixty-nining with another cunt is the greatest," she claimed.

"Okay," I nodded. "And I'm supposed to do whatever comes to mind. Is that right?"

"Right," the girls replied in unison.

"Whatever you want to do is right-on," Billy told me. "And I'm sure you'll want to think of me as your black daughter. Incest will make your prick really stand up."

I recoiled. "Let's forget about this incest thing. I have a daughter your age, and I would never think of screwing her. That would be terrible."

Lulu grew impatient to sixty-nine her female lover. "Let's ball," she told Billy. And to me, she said, "You join in when you get ready."

As though tantalizing me, Billy winked, "Before you get through you'll be thinking of me as your daughter. And I bet you go straight home and fuck your own daughter."

I didn't reply but watched as Lulu stretched out on the bed and let the younger girl straddle her with her face pointed towards Lulu's cunt. Then, she propped herself on her knees and elbows and shoved her curved, black ass in Lulu's face. They were in the sixty-nine position in precisely the same way a male and female assume the very same stance. Before my bulged eyes, the older, white woman pressed her lips into the black snatch and began to suck. At the other end, Billy began to lap at the hairy, white box. Both females were sucking each other off.

As I stood and watched the two girls eat each other, I began to experience strange thoughts. I really began to think of the black girl, Billy, as my daughter. They were both the same age and both had the same build and both had a big ass on them. At the moment, Billy's ass was free. Lulu was licking her cunt. But both cheeks of the black girl were hovering in the air and seemed to me begging for tongue. I couldn't hold back any longer.

"I'm coming daughter," I heard myself say and sat on the edge of the bed near Lulu's face. As the white woman continued to eat black cunt, I slipped both of my hands over the girl's big, black ass and leaned forward. Puckering my lips, I pressed them hard against the smooth curve of the black girl's rear end. And despite the blackness of the flesh, I kept thinking of my own daughter Cissy. How would it be like to kiss Cissy's ass? I kept asking myself as I slobbered wet kisses all over the buttocks of the sixty-nining girl.

The sight of my oral attentions to the black girl's ass really turned on Lulu who through a seemingly electrified tongue up the black cunt in turn, I grew more excited and began to jab my tongue clear up the black girl's asshole. My prick grew turgid and started to threaten a premature ejaculation. I had to stick it in something. But where? At the moment, both cunts were being used for oral purposes. There was only one alternative. I'd fuck the black asshole.

Kneeling behind Lulu, I leaned forward and directed the head of my cock towards the one vacant hole. The staff whistled through the black cheeks, and lank easily into her rectum. Apparently, the girl was used to getting fucked in the rear end. Then, I remembered that queer girls love to screw each other with a dildo, or artificial prick. Perhaps Lulu strapped on such an instrument and used Billy's bum as a cunt. At any rate, my cock sunk deep into the warm, soft and slightly smelly flesh of the black bum.

The sensation was so terrific, I squeezed my eyes tight to better appreciate the contact of long, white cock bone into deep, black asshole. But the instant I closed my eyes, I began to have visions of my own daughter, Cissy. What would it be like to spear her asshole with my cock? I found myself asking. For the first time in my life I began to entertain an incestuous thought, and with my own daughter. I tried to push the terrible scene of incest from my mind. But the vision persisted. It was too strong for me to throw out of the screen in my mind. I kept seeing, Cissy's sweet, young bum spread before my incestuous cock in my vision, Cissy kept looking around and exhorting me to fuck her in the behind hole.

"Screw me, father," she babbled. "Pump that fatherly prick deep into my smelly asshole. It's all yours daddy, dear. My bum hole belongs to you. Go, daddy, go," she kept on.

The moment I thought of Cissy my cock grew longer, thicker and harder. And even when I opened my eyes and could see that I was banging a black ass, my penis remained strong and robust.

Now, Billy took up the chant. It turned out that she, too, had an incest hangup. Delirious with joy from both the tongue and my cock, she kept on screaming for me to "Fuck my asshole, father. Screw it like you used to when Mom was away. Come on daddy dear, ream out the shit hole like only you can."

All of this talk about incest turned on Lulu. Her tongue beat a frantic tattoo inside of Billy's hot and wet cunt. Of course, Billy kept on eating the white woman, too. I was almost set to have my climax when Billy pitched forward, and my cock lost all contact with the much desired black bum. Lulu's mouth lost contact with black cunt, too.

At first, the older woman was outraged. "Why did you spoil the three-way ball?" she demanded to know of Billy. "Your cunt has never tasted sweeter and juicier. Why pull it away at the crucial moment?"

Billy apologized. "Sorry," she said. "But… I just got to be balled in my cunt by daddy. I felt his prick up my ass, and all I could think of was my own father. It really got me hot… I just got to get fucked by my white daddy," she maintained.

Lulu understood. "Okay, but you finish the job of eating me."

Billy agreed. "I'll eat you while my white daddy screws my cunt."

I didn't quite understand. "How is that possible?" I asked and felt a bit foolish. I was still a sexual innocent after the many years of living with a puritanical wife.

Laughing, the black teenage girl explained. "You fucks me dog fashion. I eats cunt."

My cock was still very stiff and that was unusual. Normally, whenever it lost contact with female flesh, cunt or asshole, the penile shaft naturally softened. Now, it remained hard. Perhaps it was even harder than it was previously. Why? Was it because I kept thinking of the young black girl as my daughter? At the moment, there was no time to analyze my feelings on this particular subject.

As Billy described the act, she positioned herself on her knees and elbows. Lulu stretched out in front of her and spread her legs as far apart as possible. Then, she slowly lifted up her posterior and made contact between her cunt and Billy's mouth in my turn, I knelt behind the black ass, and stared down at her smoldering cunt. The sight of all the black, female flesh did excite me. But what really boiled my blood was the way Billy kept referring to me.

Looking over her shoulder, she called back. "Fuck me, father dear. Stick that big, white prick up your daughter's cunt."

Again, I received visions of Cissy's delightful rear end offering itself to my turgid tool. Blood rushed into the penile shaft and the skin of the bone quivered with anticipation. Grabbing hold of both of the black cheeks of ass, I pried them apart. As I pulled the buttocks, the lips of the cunt also became distended. The cuntal hairs bristled up towards me, and wet condition of the hole enabled me to slide my penis into the tunnel with considerable ease.

As my tool made contact with Billy's cuntal trench, she yanked her head back and babbled out the most obscene but incestuous type of remarks. Then, she turned her face towards Lulu's yearning pussy and began to eat. The sight of the girl sucking cunt and the feel of her own box made me hotter than a forest fire. I lost control of my senses, and the words that came streaming out of my mouth even surprised myself.

"Okay daughter, feel my prick. Do you love the feel of my fatherly cock, daughter, darling?"

For reasons I couldn't explain, or understand, I kept referring to the black girl as my daughter. And every time I balled her daughter, my penis became more agitated. I felt more vigorous, and hot to ball. Pumping back and forth under such conditions quickly brought me to the point of no return.

"Daughter, I'm going to come," I shouted. "Go right ahead and break your nuts, daddy," the black girl replied after she took her mouth off Lulu's box. The older woman kept gyrating her hips around in the most lascivious way, imaginable. But I realized that she, too was fast approaching an orgasm under the flailing tongue of the black girl.

Under the conditions, we all orgasmed within a few seconds of each other. Staggering backwards, my knees buckled and I fell off the bed. My cock continued to discharge even after it lost contact with the black hole.

"Best piece of ass I ever had," I confessed after I regained my breath.

"Me too," the black girl admitted. "My own father fucks good. But you do even better. The moment I started to call you daddy, I felt your peter grow so stiff. Ohhhh, it felt good when it got stiff and hard."

Wiping off her own box, Lulu laughed. "Let's face it," she told me. "You've really got a hard on for your own daughter. Why fight it? Why don't you fuck her?"

I shivered. "Forget it. I haven't got any incest hangup. It was just a coincidence."

Billy disagreed. "I can tell when a man wants to fuck his own daughter. Tell you what," she said to me. "I'll start sucking you and call you daddy again. Bet you'll bone up in a few minutes."

"Never," I retorted. "After a good blow-off, I won't be ready for a stiffer until tomorrow. I'm not built that way."

"What have you got to lose?" Lulu asked. "Let the girl have her way. If you don't bone up, you haven't lost anything. If you do get a hard on, you'll get yourself another, fuck, and find out something about your inner, sexual self too."

"Okay," I agreed to the plan. "I'm game even though I fucking think it's a lost cause. I know my capacity. And," I added with emphasis, "I know myself, too. I know I don't have any incest hangup."

Billy took over. "You stand up and I'll kneel before you and suck you up. Every now and then, I'll pull my mouth off your cock and call you daddy."

Lulu wanted in the action. "And I'll suck your ass," she said, cheerily. "And every now and then, I'll pull my mouth out of the brown spot and call you, Son."

I hesitated. "But that is infamous. A man who has sexual relations with his daughter and mother ought to be shot."

"Bullshit," Lulu replied with scorn. "The incest scene turns you on and you're not honest enough to admit it."

That angered me. "Okay, have your way. But it won't work. I can assure you of that."

The two girls ignored that last remark. Instead of trying to argue further with me, each female positioned herself on either side of my body. Billy knelt down in front and positioned her face against my penis which was still soft Lulu knelt down behind me and I could feel her hot breath up my ass in the wall mirror, I could see both girls, one at my cock, the other at my ass.

"Won't work," I told them. My penis remained shrivelled, and very soft.

Billy picked up my limp dick and popped it between her lips. At the same time, Lulu pried apart my buttocks and inserted her tongue into the hole. Soon, I felt a warm, moist and beautiful feeling surge through my body. I closed my eyes and in my mind I could see this same act of the double suck occurring. But the faces of the females working on my penis and bum were different. The girl whose mouth engulfed my cock was my own daughter, Cissy. And in back, the face of the kneeling woman performing oral-analism inside my asshole happened to be my mother. With these two face affixed in my mind, I felt something else happen to me. My cock began to harden. Despite the copious blow-off of only a few minutes previous, my dick started its upward thrust towards the angle of cuntal penetration. This had never happened to me before in my entire life. Was I dreaming?

My eyes flew open to reveal, that I was not dreaming. My prick had already achieved a state of rigid consistency that would permit pussy penetration. On her knees in front of me, a look of triumph spread over the black face of the cocksucking girl. Our eyes met, and locked. Although she couldn't speak because she was so busily engaged with my cock, she seemed to be saying, "I told you so." She knew I had visualized the image of my own daughter. She knew my mind had been filled with lustful and incestuous thoughts.

Casting a glance over my shoulder told me that my own mother was not sucking nay ass. Lulu, my employer's wife was doing this mouth job for me. But it had been the thought of my own mother that had enabled me to bone up again. Now, I had to confess the truth at least to myself. I did have an incest hangup. The black girl and Lulu didn't really make me potent again after a terrific discharge. It was the thought of my own daughter and mother having sexual relations with me that had enabled me to bone up.

Billy pulled her mouth off my cock for a moment. "Blow, white daddy," she urged. "Shoot it out, and straight into my mouth. I want to swallow the cream, want to taste that juicy goo. Come on, daddy, ball me a river!"

Not to be outdone, Lulu piped up from my rear end. "Shoot it out, Son. Blow your nuts into that hot mouth of your daughter."

Clearly, it turned on both girls to think of me in an incestuous relationship. After making me come, they'd doubtless fuck each other again. With a mouthful of my cock effluent, the black girl would kiss Lulu as they rubbed their female pricks up against each other. Playing the incest role was strictly selfish on their parts. However, it did turn me on, and after a little while of feeling that young, hot and educated tongue wriggle tantalizingly over my turgid tool, semen reached the temperature required for blowing out. My knees wobbled, tears welled up in my eyes, the room reeled before my eyes. The incest fantasy became almost real for me.

I heard myself babble, "That's right daughter, eat my prick, it's all yours. Your daddy wants you to suck him off. Go, daughter, go," and she did. The mouth became more demanding, more insistent in its efforts to make me ejaculate.

In back, Lulu increased her tonguing efforts, too. A river of burning lava seemed to flow heavily up from my asshole. And of course, this sensation heated my body up, too. The temperature of my flesh and blood shot past the degree necessary for a successful blow-out.

My legs rubbered. I tried to warn the cocksucking girl.

"It's coming," I moaned in a hoarse voice. "Can't stop it, now. Stuff is coming… coming…"

My prick exploded.

Shivering like a plucked bowstring, the penile shaft hummed back and forth as gobs of nooky splashed into the black girl's mouth in back of me, Lulu continued to suck and drive her tongue deep into the recesses of my asshole. She was determined to drive out every drop of semen in my body. Then, she planned to kiss Billy's mouth and in this manner swallow some of the cream for herself.

As the ejaculation spattered towards its conclusion, the door to the bedroom opened. From a mirror, I detected the visage of my employer who was also Lulu's husband. I tried to stop the act but couldn't. There was still more effluent to eject and the girls unmindful of the intruder continued their sucking efforts.

The boss simply stood trembling in the scene, watching his wife behind my ass, sucking in my asshole. I wanted to talk, to say something, to assure him that it wasn't my fault, that I had been seduced by his wife and her girl friend. But my voice couldn't raise itself above an unintelligible whisper.

For an eternity, it seemed to me, my boss stood very still and watched his wife suck my ass. Then, he turned, and walked out of the room, and out of the house. The shock of his discovery couldn't have had a more powerful effect on him than it did on me. I knew then that something terrible had happened inside of my body. And it did happen. I became impotent.

From that moment on, I couldn't raise a hard on. Every time I tried, the image of my boss, his face ashen, his accusing eyes boring into me, leaped into my mind. My penis simply refused to cooperate. My sexual life came to a complete end…

ANALYST: Did you consult a physician? Perhaps there was something physically wrong with you.

RICHARD: There was nothing wrong with me, physically.

A: You felt guilty about having sexual relations with your employer's wife?

R: Maybe. But that was only a part of it. He fired me. And he blackballed me with other companies. I became unemployable.

A: You felt worthless because of your lack of employment.

R: Yes, and also about my inability to do anything about the situation. I couldn't get a job, I couldn't get a hard on. At the age of forty-six, I was suddenly through, all washed up.

A: What did you try to do about your situation?

R: Every day, I would get up and make the rounds of employment agencies.

A: And what did you try to do about your sex life?

R: Everything. One by one, I dated all of my former girl friends.

A: Did they arouse you?

R: Not one. It was humiliating, and even made me feel worse. Every time, I tried to get a hard on and failed, I became more depressed. Then, I got an inspiration.

A: An inspiration?

R: Yes. I remembered the scene with Lulu and the black girl.

A: About your identifying them with your daughter and mother.

R: That's right.

A: Is that when you tried to have sexual relations with your daughter?

R: Oh no. I didn't have the nerve to fuck Cissy at that point. I had to… experiment.

A: In what way?

R: I… hired a whore to dress like Cissy and one to play the role of my mother. If that could get a rise out of me, I'd know I could screw my daughter.

A: What happened?

RICHARD: It failed, miserably. The whores were too hard, too unsympathetic. I simply couldn't identify them with my daughter and mother. I, paid them off, and got rid of them. They must have thought I was some kind of queer because I couldn't bone up. At that point I had even considered doing away with myself. And I was still brooding and half drunk when my mother came to visit me. She had just married again for the fifth time and was going to take a cruise. Although she was in her sixties, she had married a much younger man. She loved to fuck and have a good time. And when I told her that I had grown impotent, she merely laughed.

"Nonsense," she told me. "All you need is inspiration, the right partner. Stop fucking those cheap whores you run around with and find someone in your own class."

I reminded her that my previous wife had been in my own class but much too puritanical for me. Then, I told her what had happened between Lulu, the black girl and myself.

Mom looked serious. "I had always wondered what happened," she said in a thoughtful voice. "The old bastard caught you screwing his wife and fired you. I really don't blame him." Then, she laughed. "But why the gloom? There's plenty more jobs."

I shook my head. "He's blackballed me. I can't find employment. And I can't get a hard on anymore. I'm through, Mom, through."

She shook her head. "It's all in your mind, Son. You're as good as ever. You managed to get a bone on for Lulu and the black girl."

"But even that bone on was perverse," I cried out. The thought of my incest hangup terrified me.

"In what way?" Mom wanted to know. "There's nothing wrong with a bit of perverseness," she added with a smile.

I avoided her eyes. "I kept thinking of… Cissy," I blurted out the terrible truth. "I kept thinking of my own daughter. I kept seeing her mouth over my cock, sucking, pulling it with her teeth, rolling her tongue over the shaft and along the balls."

A strange look came into Mom's eyes. She seemed intent in milking every detail out of me. "What else did you think of?" she demanded to know. "Did you…?"

"Think of you, too?" I asked with a sad smile. "Yes, I did."

Mom laughed, heartily. "Wonderful!" she exclaimed to my complete surprise. "You're normal, Son. You're a part of my family."

I looked puzzled.

My mother explained. "Incest has been a part of our family heritage for generations. My father fucked me on my twelfth birthday, and I've never forgotten it. He broke me in."

For some reason, this bit of news didn't really shock me. Mother had always been liberal in her thoughts and actions. Still, she had never tried to make me, and I was her son.

"You never ever fucked me," I said, simply as though I was accusing her of a terrible neglect.

"Never had the opportunity," she replied, sadly. "Your father who is fortunately no longer with us was jealous, and watched me like a hawk. But I must confess," she added with a wink, "I would have wanted to fuck you."

This candid admission from my own mother disturbed me. "I don't think it's right," I told her. "Thinking about it is one thing. But actually consummating an incestuous fuck is something else again."

"Oh bullshit," Mom spat but she was still smiling. "When you stick that prick of yours into a cunt, do you think it feels any different if that box belongs to a stranger or to a member of your own family? No," she quickly answered her own question. "Not at all. And," she gushed on, "before I go cruising with my pissy-assed husband of mine, I'm going to prove my point to you."

I looked horrified. "You don't mean…?"

She nodded. "I do mean. You're going to fuck me, Son. You're going to fuck your mother, and you're going to get cured. And you'll thank me for being good to you."

"Incest, is perverse," I reminded her.

"I'll prove it is not perverse," Mom stated, emphatically. "Take off your clothes," she ordered. "I'm going to fuck you."

I reminded her. "I'm impotent, Mom. Can't get a hard-on. It'll only embarrass me. And besides," I maintained, "the idea of having sexual relations with my own mother turns me off. I would be doubly impotent."

Mom no longer paid any attention to my feeble protests. I had never been able to argue with my own mother. "Take off your clothes," she ordered once again, and this time put authority in her voice.

I stood up. "Where," I asked, "where is this-this incest thing going to take place? Here, or in the bedroom?"

Mom was already undressing. "A fuck should be a spontaneous thing," Mom told me. "I've got the urge to do it now, right here, in the living room. And that's where we're going to carry out that urge."

I started to tumble with my clothes but stopped to ogle my mother's body. She had disrobed so quickly that before I could even un-zip, she stepped out of the last of her garments and revealed her naked body to me. Although my mother was in her middle sixties, she was still an attractive woman in her earlier days, she had been on the stage, and retained good looks, and a firm figure. Her hair had turned gray, of course, but that only made her look more matronly, more desirable in the eyes of younger men with a mother-hangup. I personally never did have such a hangup. The women I fucked, including my own wife, were all younger than myself. Still, I found myself staring at Mom's naked body as though she was a desirable girl friend. Never before had I realized a woman turned gray around her pussy when she reached an advanced age. Mom's hairs sprouted a long and silvery-gray around her cunt that she was now fondling in a lewd way. Her breasts were still quite large although they did sag a bit. To my surprise, the cheeks of her ass had remained firm, and edible looking despite her age.

Mom fastened her handsome face in my direction. "What about it, Son?" she asked. "Does the sight of my naked body do anything for your sick cock?"

"No," I replied, truthfully. "It… it's still limp."

"Take off your own clothes," she urged. "You need special treatment. And for crissakes, don't be shocked at anything I do. Don't be as puritanical as your wife used to be."

"But you're my mother," I tried to protest. But I did as requested. I started to take off my clothes but felt a bit foolish in exposing myself in front of my own mother.

Finally, I, too, stepped out of my clothes. "I feel a bit foolish," I said. My cock remained extremely soft. And I remained apprehensive about Mom's threat to give me something special.

"What do you intend to do?" I asked, and felt a bit dizzy. "How are you going to give it to me? How?" My voice rose, peevishly. I really didn't think this incest thing was actually going to work out for me in fact, I believed it would do me more harm than good. Perhaps it would leave me permanently impotent. All of these negative and fearful thoughts didn't do the state of my penis any good, either. I became more shriveled up mentally as well as physically.

"Don't be afraid," Mom told me. "Relax, and enjoy. Try to enter into the spirit of the thing."

"What are you going to do?" I asked again.

What Mom intended to do quickly became very clear. From a drawer, she took out a long dildo, an artificial cock. Strapping it around her waist, she said, "First of all, I'm going to fuck your asshole."

"But… why?" I asked, backing up. "I'm not queer."

She laughed, mirthlessly. "Of course not, darling. Don't be harnessed in by a lot of old-fashioned thinking. Just because I'm going to fuck your bum hole doesn't mean I think you're queer."

"What does it mean?" I shivered.

Mom explained. "A lot of people ignore the rectum because they associate it with shit. They're wrong," she spat, contemptuously. "The bum hole contains many sensitive nerve endings that can trigger off a bone-up."

I hesitated. "You mean I could be encouraged to get a hard-on by having those nerve endings played with?"

"Exactly," Mom replied.

I nodded. "I've tried everything but that," I admitted. Suddenly I remembered Lulu's tongue up my asshole, and shivered, a bit with excitement. "Maybe," I said, "maybe it will work."

"Keep a positive thought, Son," Mom replied, and indicated that she was prepared to commence.

"I still feel a bit queer," I told her.

She laughed. "You won't when you find out what you're going to do."

I had believed she was going to fuck my asshole and nothing more in my mind, I could see myself bending over in the dog-style position while Mom reamed me out with her artificial prick. Apparently, she had something entirely different to do.

Stretching out on the living room floor, she spread her legs in her hand, she still clutched her dildo. I looked down at her, aghast.

"How on earth are you going to…?" I couldn't complete the sentence.

"Fuck your asshole," Mom said, firmly. "That's what I intend to do. But you're going to do something, too. The cunt wants sucking. You go down on me, darling. You go down, and eat your mother while I…"

"Fuck my asshole with your diido!" I gasped, incredulously.

"Exactly," Mom breathed, ecstatically. "A tongue is something I just have to have up my hairy hole. And to get my own son to go down on his own mother is icing on the cake."

I hesitated. "Aren't you being a bit selfish, mother? After all, you'll get your blowjob. But what about me?" I asked in a peevish whiny voice. "What about your impotent son? I want to ball, too."

"Of course you do, Sonny dear," mother replied. "And you will. But do as I tell you to do and don't ask stupid questions. You'll bone up soon enough."

I thought about the situation, and tried to visualize the scene in my mind. Actually, we'd be in the sixty-nine position. However, this time, the roles would be reversed. The woman, traditionally atop the male, would be under me. I'd straddle Mom's face with my ass, and face her cunt. Perhaps, it would work, I decided. The taste of my own mother's pussy would be exciting, I had to admit to myself. And the feel of her dildo up my ass might do the trick as far as getting a hard on was concerned.

I asked. "Suppose I do get a bone on? Then what?" I already guessed the answer.

Mom smiled. "Haven't you ever wanted to fuck your own mother?" She answered her own question. "Of course you have. You're a mother fucker if there was ever one. Once you bone up, you can fuck my mouth."

I stared back, incredulously. "You mean…?"

She nodded. "Exactly. Once you stiffen up, pull the bone of cock out of my juicy cunt. I'll sit up, immediately. Stick the whole bone, balls and all, into my mouth. Then, thrust the tool back and forth and use my mouth like a cunt," she explained. "I just love to swallow cock cream. Really, darling, hot, juicy male semen is what keeps me young. It's got so many natural vitamins and minerals."

I shivered. "What… what happens if I fail to bone up? What happens if I remain impotent?" I looked away.

Mom's voice rose, angrily. "You are going to get a hard on, Son! Be positive. Don't give me any of that negative shit. I won't hear of it. You just do as you're told, and everything will be all right."

Her anger only made me all the more fearful. "But I've tried everything else, and failed. Why should this sixty-nine kind of mouth job be any different?" My eyes grew moist.

Mom clenched her fist as though she was going to strike me. "Because you're going to eat and fuck your own mother. Incest can make every man's cock go hard. Now, can that defeatist shit, and perform for your Mom. If you don't deliver," she warned, "I'll sever all connections with you. Now, get in the sixty-nine position, and keep your Goddamn mouth shut!"

Mom didn't realize she was making me all the more nervous and fearful with her outburst and unreasonable tirade. It was impossible to order one to get over an impotency condition. And yet, I didn't want to disappoint my own mother. Deep down, I had always suspected she thought I was a bit on the queer side. I had never been interested in sports, or doing so-called, manly things with the boys. I had never been a mixer, or a hail-fellow-well-met type of loud-mouthed bullshiter. At least, this was an opportunity to prove to Mom that I wasn't really queer or harbor any homosexual tendencies. But I felt thoroughly incapable of erecting under these dismal circumstances. There was only one avenue open. I had to get into the sixty-nine position with my mother and prove myself one way or another.

Mom was already stretched out on her back with her long, shapely legs spread as far apart as possible. Her enormous mound of cuntal hair loomed up at me. Her boobies were already on the hard side and her nipples stuck straight up in the air as though they were actually male cocks. A strange light lit up Mom's eyes and face. Her lips were moistened by her tongue. All I could see was the very red lipstick over her shapely lips, and I kept thinking of those same lips engulfing my prick.

"Hurry boy!" she gasped as though her life depended on my satisfying her mouth with my bone of cock. "Hurry and eat my cunt."

There was no alternative but to comply with my mother's orders. Straddling her face, I knelt down and faced the direction of her V-shaped crotch. Hairs swam towards me as I leaned forward and assumed the proper position of sixty-nine. This was the very first time in my entire life that I had placed my mouth and tongue in such close proximity with my mom's pussy. This act was incest in the purest sense of the word. A son eating his own mother, I kept repeating the words to myself. Can I go through with it? I shivered and almost called over my shoulder that I was totally unable to consummate this horrible incestuous act. Frankly, I was about to do exactly that. I was about to renege, chicken out, or whatever you want to call it. I couldn't go through with it. This thing was too perverse, too unnatural. I had to back out. But before I could convey my intentions to Mom, she had seized both of my asscheeks with her hands and pried the flesh apart like so much rubber.

"You always did have a beautiful bum," Mom sighed as she sniffed and inhaled the aroma of fresh ass, and kissed the flesh of each buttock. She wantonly kissed my ass but did so as though that region of my anatomy was my face, and a beautiful one at that. I could hear Mom murmur.

"Beautiful darling. You look so precious, so… so lovely. Kiss me, sweetheart. Kiss your adoring mommy…"

At first I was mystified. How could I turn around and kiss my mother when I was facing her cunt. Then, it struck me! She was talking directly to my buttocks. Mom was making love directly to my ass in a wall mirror, I could see the look of adoration that gripped Mom's face as she addressed the twin cheeks. Her eyes were half-closed, and a slight smile creased her full, red lips. Mom was an asshole lover. But then, I realized what she meant by her expression of "kiss me", made to my ass. Flaring the cheeks as wide as possible, I closed them tight when she inserted her tongue into the hole in that way, I was kissing Mom with my bum. That was only the preliminary, however.

When Mom pulled her wet face out of my ass, she called out, "Hurry, darling. Eat mommy's cunt. What are you waiting for? Stick your tongue way inside the hole. I want to feel your face against all of those hairs."

This was the moment. Would I have the nerve to perform this incestuous of all acts with my own mother's cunt? I dropped my face even lower until the tips of the sharp, curling hairs tickled my chin and lips. The cuntal lips spread aside and inside I could see the soft, edible flesh of the pussy pocket. Her clitoris stretched out like an erected prick.

Mom became desperate for the feel of hot, liquid mouth over her love nest. "Hurry, Son. Goddammit, hurry and kiss my cunt!"

Slipping both hands under her hips, I raised up the lower portion of her abdomen, and kept my face still. The cunt moved up and smacked hard against my face. I closed my eyes as the hot, muskier smelling box made contact with my face. Could I suck my own mother's cunt? The lips tantalized, me by closing and opening like the shell of a clam, and in my back, Mom was busily engaged in the act of tonguing my asshole. And yet, despite all of this erotic activity, my penis remained in a useless, supine state.

There was no point in further delay. I knew Mom wouldn't let loose of me until I gave her the mouth job her cunt craved. Taking a deep breath, I dipped down, stuck out my tongue and plunged it boldly into the cuntal crevice.

"Oh yeah," mother shrieked as she felt the bolt of lightning strike through her genitals. "That's the way I love it, darling. That's the way I have to have tongue. Suck me, suck my cunt, suck your mother. Don't stop, don't stop," she pleaded as her hips began to gyrate in the most lascivious way. Her grinding box mashed my face and drenched the tissues with her spurting effluent. The liquid tasted sweet, and I dived down even deeper. Although I wasn't getting a hard on, I was thoroughly enjoying the act of eating my own mom's box.

But Mom hadn't forgotten her original intentions. Grasping the dildo firmly in her right hand, she held it aloft. "Get ready, Son," she warned. "I'm going to fuck your asshole with my prick. Now, you should bone up for me. Get ready," she shrieked. "Get ready for the reaming of your life!"

For a moment, I pulled my tongue out of Mom's cunt, and braced myself. "Okay," I called back. "Give it to me. Give it to me up my ass." The nerve endings that lined the rectal walls began to tingle in anticipation. Mom gripped one cheek of my buttock, and pried it apart as far as possible. Then, taking careful aim, she hurtled the spear-shaped dildo forward. The cockhead whistled through the sloped, fleshy rear end and burned against the rectal opening. A portion of the head wedged itself inside the tight-fitting walls.

"Ohmygawdddd," I babbled, crazily. "Feels good Mom. Feels Goddam, fuckingly good. Stick it all the way up. All the way up my ass. Oh Mom, you're so good to me." I continued to cry and shout but the words became blurred, unintelligible as the pain of ecstasy became almost unbearable. The feel of that stiff prick all the way up my ass was the most exciting sensation I'd ever received in my entire life. Or did it merely feel that way because the prick in my ass was being administered by my own mother? And was all of this incestuous activity affecting the supine condition of my cock?

I did feel a stirring, a slight movement of skin as the asshole-loving prick pumped in and out of my asshole with a more frenzied speed. My balls flew around like the blades of a propeller. Something was happening! I wanted to yell back and ask. From my particular sixty-nine position, I couldn't tell for certain. It felt like the bone was telescoping through my penis. However, I couldn't be entirely certain. Then, I felt Mom's hot mouth engulf the timid tool. As she pumped the dildo in and out of my asshole, she kept on sucking my cock.

"Oh Mom," I managed to sigh. "Thank you. Thank you so much. You suck… Best Goddam cocksucker I've ever known." Mom was a good cocksucker, an oral operator with skill and expertise, and lust. How she sucked on that appendage! Her tongue curled over the shaft, and dropped between my nuts and even found its way around the outer rim of my rectum. But most of all, Mom simply sucked my prick. She was determined to pull it stiff with her oral apparatus. Then, it happened!

"Stiff," Mom breathed, ecstatically. "You're getting a stiffer on, Son. And it's a beaut. So red, so firm, so hot, so tasty," and she resumed her administration with her mouth, tongue and teeth. Yes, she managed to nibble the outer tissues of the shaft without causing any discomfort or harm. Indeed, the way, she bit softly into the flesh of my dick, she increased the rigidity of the meat.

Now, there wasn't any doubt about the fact. I was getting a bone on. I wasn't an over-the-hill, middle-aged man, after all. All I had needed was the proper technique manipulated by the proper woman. And in my case, that proper woman happened to be my own mother.

For the first time, the actual thought of incest turned me on. The fact was, that getting sucked off by my mother poured erotic fuel into my bloodstream. And the thought that I eating my own mother's cunt excited me even more.

The last mental block burned away as my prick slid out to a full-blown erection. Now I was in condition to fuck the tightest cunt in the world. And I wanted to ball, wanted to feel that stiff rod sink into the soft meat of a wet cunt. I didn't want to lose my load inside a mouth.

Calling back, I made my wants known. "Fuck," I cried. "Want to fuck you Mom. Want to diddle your dimple."

Mom was still poking her dildo inside of my ass but when she heard of my desire, she ceased all activity and nodded. "Yes, Son," she cried happily. "Of course, you can fuck your mother. I've always wanted to be pumped by a genuine mother fucker."

I don't know how we managed to disengage. But somehow, Mom and I disentangled our bodies, and to my greatest surprise, my prick remained stiff. Even before I had suffered from my attack of impotency, I could never sustain an erection for a very long period of time. But now, my cock refused to quit. In fact, after we broke up from the sixty-nine position, my dick had firmed harder than ever. And now, I took command of the situation.

"On top," Mom barked out another order. "Get on top of me."

I shook my head. Gleefully, I reminded her. "I'm in charge now, sweetheart. We fuck like I say we fuck. Now, get on your hands and knees."

A frown creased Mom's face. "On my hands and knees?" she echoed, puzzled. "The dog-style position. Oh no, Son. That wouldn't do with your own mother. It's really quite improper."

"Piss on what's proper or not proper," I hissed. "Get on your hands and knees. I know what I'm doing Goddammit," I cursed at the delay. I couldn't hold my stiff-on forever.

Mom hesitated but only for a moment. Then, a slight smile curved her lovely lips. I was acting like a man, and that pleased her… I was taking charge.

"Yes, dear," she murmured, meekly. "I'm sure you know what you're doing. It's vulgar for a son to fuck his mother in a dog-style position but… go ahead."

At the moment, I could care less about vulgarity… I knew what had to be done to sustain my erection. Mom, as promised, took up the classic stance of the female bitch in heat. Positioning herself on her hands and elbows, she stuck her ass up in the air and reached back to pat her cunt. "Right here," she called back. "Stick it in the right place." She was afraid I was going to fuck her ass. She was partially right.

The first time I had seen Mom's bared I fell in love with the way it was shaped. Despite her age, there was plenty of firm, shapely ass to her buttocks. I loved the way they flared out from her hips and the way they, broke apart at the middle to reveal the hairy, rectal area. At first, I wanted to kiss Mom's ass but then, I received another inspiration.

Kneeling behind Mom's curved backside, I picked up the artificial prick, the dildo that Mom had pumped into my own ass. Now, I was going to return the compliment. I was going to fill both of my mother's erotic holes at the same time.

"What are you going to do?" my mother asked as she looked around over her shoulder.

"Hold tight," I chuckled. "Hold good and tight. I'm going to fuck you from both ends, and at the same time."

But Mom didn't think the idea was such a good one. "No, Son," she shook her head. "If you stick both pricks into my body at the same time, I won't be able to properly appreciate what's going on inside of my cunt. That's where I really want to feel it," she told me. "I want to feel my sonly prick deep down in my pussy. Can't you wait until later with that dildo?" she asked.

But there was no longer time to debate the issue. I couldn't sustain the erection for much longer without letting the tool come into contact with some cuntly meat. "Relax and enjoy yourself," I told Mom. "Don't knock the double fuck until you've tried it."

And without further talk, I leaned forward and let the head of my tool surge through the wet cuntal lips. These lips puckered over the meat as it fell into the groove, and held it tight.

"Ahhhhhh," Mom cried, happily. "My own son's prick inside my cunt. How good it feels. Oh boy, but it feels Goddamned good. Now," she ordered. "Fuck me. Fuck me, darling. And forget about the dildo."

But I couldn't forget about the artificial prick. As my own cock whistled in and out of the incestuous groove, my eyes remained fixed on the adorable hole of the bum, an area that filled me with great passion and love. I could feel the warm flow of air flow through the fleshy cheeks. It felt good.

"Oh Mom," I cried. "Have to. Simply have to pump out your asshole, too," and before she could issue another protest, or forbid me to desist, I held up the dildo and aimed it at my mother's spread ass.

"Wider," I begged, "spread your asshole wider. You'll love it, Mom. Honest you will," and before she could move a muscle, I hurtled the cockly weapon forward. The head brushed through the cheeks and zoomed towards the tiny opening. Would I be able to make a penetration on the very first thrust? I quickly received the answer. The cockhead forced its way past the rim of the small hole and managed to burrow a bit inside the groove.

"Ohmygawd," Mom shrieked. "What are you doing?"

I didn't reply. Encouraged by my partial success, I proceeded to work the artificial cock down further. Finally, after twisting the shaft back and forth like a corkscrew, I had the entire instrument, buried down the bung hole. And Mom began to change her tune.

"Oh, Son," she cackled. "Is that your real prick or the dildo. Feels… feels kind of good," she had to admit.

I stopped fucking for just a moment, long enough to tell her the best was yet to come. "Just wait until you get the double fuck, Mom," I cried, happily. "Just wait until I start pumping the dildo up your ass, and my prick up your cunt. And at the same time," I yelled. I no longer sounded or felt like an impotent man who was over the hill. I suddenly felt young again, capable of taking on two women at the same time if necessary. I had, never felt stronger, and my own prick had never felt more rigid, more capable of sustaining the erection until the very last drop of screw serum had shot through the eye of my dick and up my mother's twat.

"Go, Son," Mom yelped. "Fuck me, lover. Show me what a beautiful mother fucker you really are. Hurry! Go! Fuck!"

Nodding silently, I started off in a determined effort to prove, my manhood once and for all. I knew that Mom had always been suspicious. She thought I was a little queer because I had never been interested in sports. Now, I'd show her how manly I really was.

With my left hand, I gripped the bare cheek of Mom's left buttock, and pried it as far apart as possible. With my right hand I threw the dildo clear up the asshole, and felt all resistance melt away. At the very same time, I thrust my hips forward, and let my sonly sex stick barge through the cuntal lips and bump against the bottom of the love pocket. At that precise moment, Mom had two pricks deeply imbedded in her body. The artificial peter was imbedded all the way inside of my mother's rear end. My own clink was similarly ensconced in motherly cunt. Then, as I slowly pulled back the dildo, I reared my hips backward, too. Dildo and cock moved, in unison, back and forth, in and out. And the object of their attentions happened to be my own mother's naked body, the two love holes that had been denied me up until now because of silly rules. Now, I was breaking every rule, and loving every moment.

I knew something was happening inside of Mom's mind and body when she reached wildly back and grabbed hold of my balls. Starting to squeeze and fondle them, she cackled in a broken voice.

"That's it, Son. Fuck me. Fuck your mother. Pump her cunt and asshole. Don't stop," she pleaded. "For crissakes, don't stop!"

I had no intention of stopping until I cracked my nuts. Aside from a few unpleasant jackoffs, I hadn't cracked my own nuts for months. Now, I felt the surge of joyous cream leap out of my testicles and caroom towards the exit like a runaway locomotive.

As the first drop of cream spurted through the eye of my dick, Mom let me know that she was exploding too. And to my delight, she didn't limit her effluent. Liquid streamed through the lips of her cunt but also from the rectal area. A thin, oily and slightly brownish fluid poured through her asshole. The stuff burned my bare skin as it hit my thighs.

Then the dam burst. My genitals vomited out gobs of cream while Mom shot so much fluid through her cunt thought she was taking a piss. The outpourings went on for a full five minutes. Then, I staggered backwards as my wet and limpid dick waggled out of Mom's cunt hole. Mother dropped onto her stomach and remained inert for the longest of times.

Despite my weakened state, I was delirious with joy. "I did it, Mom. I fucked you. I got a stiffer one and dropped it inside your cunt without any problem at all. I'm cured. Oh Mom, thanks to you, I'm cured."

Wiping off her box, my mother said, "I hope so, Son."

I grew worried again. "What do you mean?"

She shrugged. "Are you really cured? Or did this one situation of incest turn you on? Could you go out and have a fuck with someone not related to you?"

"Of course," came the immediate reply. "I'm cured. I never felt so potent in my entire life. I can fuck anyone, anytime, any place."

Mom started to dress. "I'm going away on my honeymoon," she told me. "My new husband is a mother fucker, too. He's about your age, or younger and he calls me his mommy. I encourage him. If thinking of me as his mother assures me a good fuck, I'm all for it."

"I'll be all right," I cried after her. But inside, I felt frightened again. Would I be able to perform without the help, of my mother? I had to find out.

ANALYST: Were you potent with other women?

RICHARD: No.

A: You tried out various women?

R: Of all ages, and races. I fucked a twelve year old girl, and a seventy-year-old woman. Also, a black woman and an oriental one, too.

A: Nothing happened?

R: I was inadequate with all of them. It was terrible.

A: Did you go back to your mother?

R: No. She had married again, and her husband was jealous. I didn't want to cause any trouble.

A: Is that when you turned to your own daughter, Cissy?

R: Yes. But I didn't turn to her. She turned to me.

A: She seduced you?

R: Yes, I think you can say that.

A: How old is your daughter?

R: Sixteen.

A: What were the circumstances under which she seduced you?

RICHARD: After Mom left on her honeymoon, I sought out other women. But I couldn't perform with any of them. I was totally inadequate. In desperation, I turned to a black woman. I thought perhaps the erotic appeal of the skin might help me bone up. And there was something about a naked, black woman that turned me on. At any rate, I advertised for a black maid to come in and do some housekeeping for me. Naturally, I selected the one who appealed to me, physically. The gal I picked was tall, stacked with big mammy-type boobies and a huge, cheeky black ass. In the past, I had fantasies about kissing a black woman's ass. Now I figured, it might help to carry out that particular fantasy.

The woman had no hesitation about balling me. "That beats keeping house," she laughed as she disrobed. "That no good black man of mine don't hardly fuck me anymore," she complained. "He's out looking for young stuff."

This woman was in her late forties, mature and although a bit on the fat side like many black women, she was nicely proportioned. First thing, I started to eat her, and kiss her ass. But nothing happened. She really got hot for the fuck and started to complain. "Come on white man, get it hard and fuck me. What's wrong?" she demanded to know. "What's wrong with your white cock? Why don't it get hard?"

The more she asked this question, the more desperate I grew. And the more desperate I became the softer my penis wilted. Finally, I had to give up.

"Can't get it up," I finally confessed. "I'm impotent. I had hoped a black woman would be able to…"

That's when Cissy walked into the room. It was Saturday afternoon, and she was supposed to be away all day.

"What's going on?" she asked, her eyes blazing. Clearly, she disapproved of what she saw, a naked black woman alone with her father. The fact that I was naked didn't bother her at all.

I was firm with her. "This nice, black lady was helping me," I told her and confessed my entire problem. After all, Cissy, at sixteen, was old enough to know the truth.

"Can't get a hard on?" Cissy asked, puzzled. "Then, why didn't you ask me for me help?"

I must have looked shocked. "You're my own daughter," I reminded her.

"So what?" she asked in an insolent way. "You fucked your own mother. Please don't deny it. Grandma told me everything."

"She had no right to tell you," I said, white-faced.

"She had every right," Cissy said, coolly. "Incest turns you on. A naked, black ass isn't the answer. Can't you understand? You have to have someone in the family fuck you. You've got the hots for your own mother, and…"

"Daughter," I said in a trembling voice. The moment I made this admission aloud, I felt the tissues of my penis begin to firm up.

The black woman looked down at my cock. "She's right white man. You got hot nuts for your own, daughter." And in the same breath. "Why don't you fuck her. Ain't nothing wrong with screwing your own flesh and blood. My little Robby who is only ten is the best mother fucker on the block. Ain't nothing wrong with it," she maintained.

As the black woman was speaking and as I looked at my daughter, my penis began to slowly erect. Whatever mental blocks bad prevented a firm bone from appearing had vanished. Incest was the answer. It seemed I could fuck my mother, and now I could do a good job for my daughter. I didn't understand but there was no point in trying to understand. All that mattered was getting the much desired bone on and driving it deep inside the pulsating pussy.

When Cissy saw my peter firm up, she laughed excitedly and began to disrobe.

"Wait a minute," I told her. "I haven't made up my mind yet. Fucking my mother was one thing. But you're only sixteen years old. It… it isn't right," I blurted out.

But Cissy paid no attention to my protests at all. Quickly, her mini dropped and off came her blouse. That was all she was wearing. Presently, she stood stark naked in front of her own father. This was the first time in many years I had seen her without clothes on. I was surprised at her maturity. A full bush of cuntal hair, swollen titties, curved buttocks, and an erected clitoris which testified to her womanhood and need for sexual activity.

The black woman recognized this need in my daughter. "Fuck her white man," she urged. "Fuck your daughter. She needs it. And she'll love every inch of your prick. I can tell by just looking at her. She's hot to fuck."

Holding out both arms, my blue-eyed, blonde and big pussied daughter pleaded in a husky voice, "Give it to me, father. Fuck me. I'll take every inch you've got and more. I'll suck you off and stick my cunt in your mouth. Anything… but please hurry… fuck me… fuse your fatherly body to mine. Give it to me, father. Fuck me. FUCK YOUR DAUGHTER."

The room began to reel around. My knees weakened but my cock remained firm and grew firmer by the moment. I wanted to sink the meat into cunt… my own daughter's cunt.

The next thing I knew, Cissy was on her back with her shapely legs wrapped around my ribcage. My hands were cupping both cheeks of her ass, and her fingernails were digging into the skin of my back. Foamy spittle bubbled through the corner of my daughter's lips as I sank my prick into her box for the first time.

"Ooooooooo," she breathed. "Deeper daddy. Harder and deeper. That's it," she told me. "That's it now keep up that speed. I want to feel you. Not too fast. Not too fast. That's it. Yes, yes. Now… fuck me, darling. Fuck your daughter's cunt with everything you've got."

The black woman grew so agitated at the sight of the incestuous coupling that she reached down and began to ply her clit with her long, black fingers. Her eyes grew round and glassy. Her hips sagged and her knees buckled a bit. Her round, fleshy hips gyrated around as her fingers flew back and forth inside her cunt in the most lascivious way imaginable.

All of which heated me up, drove me on to the hardest, stiffest fuck I had ever thrown in my entire life.

Cissy's head waggled back and forth as the foulest language issued through her ruby-red lips. She urged me to "pump her daughterly cunt and finger her daughterly asshole." She played up the incestuous angle as much as possible. And it helped. Every time, she reminded me that I was really having a sexual affair with my own daughter, my penis grew stiffer. And then came the climax! The force of the outburst threw me backwards, and it took every ounce of my strength to maintain my position atop her until I had depleted the contents of my genitals. Matter of fact, Cissy and the black woman climaxed at almost the same time.

But weakened as she must have been, Cissy still took command of the situation. "That settles it pop," she informed me. "From now on, you, sleep with me. I'll be your woman."

"Beautiful," the black woman sighed. "And lucky. You're both lucky to have each other to fuck."

For the first time, I had to agree. "Yes, I am lucky."

"We are lucky," my daughter corrected. "From now on, we just fuck each other."