Claire Adrian - Incest, A Way Of Life

Billy Lee was really a victim, a victim of his Oedipus complex and a victim of lack of love. Under a different set of life circumstances, under the influence of sensible parents and a healthy home situation, his libido could have taken another route. Such was not to be. As things turned out, he finally achieved the dream of his life: to have actual intercourse with his mother-as we now see, as told in Billy L.'s own words.

We shall also see cold-blooded murder…

"When I finished jacking off in my mother's mouth-at the time I think I hated her more than I had ever hated her before in" my life-I wiped some come from her chin and pulled up my shorts and pants. While picking up her panties, I noticed that she was smiling in her drunken stupefaction and working her mouth as if tasting something very, very special-the goddamn slutty cocksucker!

"The hell with trying to put her panties back on, I wanted to hit her. Instead, I dumped her panties in her lap, figuring she'd blow her mind when she woke up the next morning and couldn't figure out why she had taken them off. But I did dump her tits back into her blouse.

"I went upstairs to my room, had a good jack-off, thinking of fucking her in the ass, and went off to dreamland as easily as a three-day-old baby. Yes sir, fucking Sylvia in the mouth had been better than putting on a bunny suit and eating lettuce by moonlight.

"When I came downstairs the next morning, Sylvia was already at the table, looking stupefied and silly and drinking black coffee. She was also gulping vitamin pills. She always did that after a binge. The old bitch must have gulped a couple of dozen a week. Was it my conscience or imagination or was she giving me an odd look? I decided it was my imagination.

"Acting my usual self, but inwardly laughing, I sat down at the table, waiting for Ramona (the other slut in the house) to bring me whatever we were having for breakfast.

"'Did you sleep well, Sylvia?' I asked, as I usually did. I say 'usually* because my mother and I never really talked. We only exchanged polite words, like two strangers standing on a street corner waiting for a bus.

"She gave me that odd look again. 'No,' she said in a flat voice. ‘I had too much to drink, as you very well know. I suppose I was sleeping in the chair when you went to bed-wasn't I?'

"'Yes, Sylvia. Why do you ask?'

"Nervously she took a sip of coffee, her hands doing the shakes. 'The reason I ask-this morning I found my-but never mind. It's not important… ‘

"Oh yes it is, Mother dear. You found your panties in your lap and you can't understand why. We will have-more surprises for you-you bitch!

"I said nothing, out of the corner of my eye watching Ramona's tits do a tango as she came into the dining room. My determination to fuck my mother had not lessened; on the contrary, it had increased tenfold, although I calculated it would take quite a while and a lot of luck.

"Sylvia left the house that afternoon, saying she was going to visit a friend,' and didn't return until after dinner, about nine o'clock that night. I was watching TV and reading a book on French gourmet cooking when dear old mama almost fell through the front door. Was she juiced! That she was! So plastered that she should have been awarded some kind of prize for just standing up. She managed to get to the couch and fall onto it, mumbling, 'Billy boy, bring me a dinkie-doo… some vodka…'

"This is going to be easier than I thought! If she doesn't decide to fuck it up with the two spiks, I just might be able to pull it off tonight-HA-stick it in?

"She drank only a small part of the vodka I handed her. Tin drunk and tired,' she said, rising and then wobbling. 'Help me up the stairs to my bedroom.'

"'Yes, Sylvia,* I said. With a gleam in my eye and a hardness creeping into my cock, I assisted Sylvia up the stairs, steering her carefully to her bedroom.

"'Switch off the lights when you leave,' Mother mumbled drunkenly.

"'Yes, Sylvia.' Obediently I left the room, switching off the lights on my way out. But I didn't go downstairs. Instead, I waited by her door, listening. I could hear her moving about, undressing, and presently I heard her bed creak slightly as she lay down. I waited another ten minutes, until I heard her snoring, before opening the door and going softly into her bedroom. The French Renaissance clock on the dresser sounded like a drum as it ticked away, and the bright moonlight, streaming into the room through the windows, gave me more than enough light. Oh, shit damn! There she was-stark naked and not even under the covers! What a fuck she would make!

"I leaned over her, whispering, my voice shaking, 'Sylvia, are you sleeping?' Which I must admit was pretty stupid! What did I expect her to do, raise up and say, 'Yes, I'm sound asleep, so go ahead and screw me.'

"She didn't answer. She didn't move. She just lay there, her mouth half open, breathing heavily. Very cautiously, I put a finger to her vulva and began playing with her clitoris, at the same time rolling the nipples of her tits. I noticed that her nipples were very hard, almost like stone. Squirming slightly, she sighed, but continued to breathe heavily. Slowly I leaned over and began sucking on her right nipple, while I pushed my finger deeper into her cunt-but hell, that wasn't what I wanted. I stood up, removed my pants and shorts, and crawled on the bed between my mother's legs. I spread her legs more and crawled in close between her lush thighs, right up to her sweet cunt. Partially inserting the head of my peter into her moist vagina, I began working the knob around the opening, pulling it in and out, letting it slide back and forth over what the books refer to as the labia majora. Sylvia began to squirm more-and that's when I got the shock of my life.

"In a voice that sounded surprisingly sober, she panted, 'For God's sake, hurry up and shove it in me, you little mother-fucker!'

"My mother was wide awake, her eyes staring up at me, the sound of her voice almost causing me to lose my hard and giving me an idea of how Dracula must have felt when he discovered he had low blood pressure! Yet I was not so shaken that I had lost track of her request. She might as well have pressed the red button of an automatic fuck machine, because I shoved my cock-right up to the hilt-into her hot vagina and leaned down over her. 'Uhhhhh,' she sighed in lust. 'Y-You've-g-got-a c-cock like a b-bull!'

"Throwing her arms around my neck, she pulled me down to her, my chest pushing against her proud tits. Almost frantically, the old slut forced my mouth to hers, her tongue finding and locking with mine. After slipping my arms under her back, I began to hunch her as hard as I could, while she closed her legs over the back of my thighs. In turn, she began moving her own hips, bringing up her loins as I shoved down. 'UHHH-ohohoh,' I began, thinking of what a good fuck she was and inhaling her perfume, trying to hold back my come and make the screw last longer.

" ‘H-Harder! Faster!' my mother cried, tightening her legs over me and her arms around my neck. I'm-about-r-ready-to-to c-come.'

"I cried, I've m-made it!' and gave her the mush, ejaculating with a tremendous force, feeling with extreme pleasure my sperm shooting into her womb.

"If I knock her up and the brat's a boy, I'll be the father of my own brother-and he'll be a little bastard because my old whore mother doesn't have a husband!

"Then my mother began crying out and thrashing about, tightening up her cunt muscles on my cock, her entire body shuddering, and I knew she was popping her cork. I heard her saying, angrily, 'Now get your cock out of me, you little pervert, and-and suck me! You've done it with your peter, so you might as well do it with your mouth.'

"That was just fine with me, since that's what I wanted to do anyhow. Losing no time, I crawled between my mother's legs, put my mouth to her wet gash, and, shoving in my tongue, began a very rapid oral stimulation, washing her clitoris, my action causing her to moan and clutch at the pillows with her hands. 'UHHHHlulululu,' she began, sounding as if she were choking. 'AHHHHHH, E-Eat-i-ittttt… A little… Ohhhh-right there! AHhhhhhhhh!'