Claire Adrian - Incest, A Way Of Life

"He gave a terrific gasp of surprise-pleasure and reached for my tits with both hands when I leaned over him and began working my hips with furious speed.

"'Let-me-know when-you're ready to c-conte, daddy, and I'll c-conie with you!' I cried. ‘You-y-you enjoying it, with me on top, fucking you? It's real groovy, isn't it?'

"'Y-Yesss-it's-it's horny as hell… y-your special way of f-fucking. The way you pull off my cock almost all the way and-and then ram y-your cunt over it with those sharp thrusts.'

" ‘B-Be-q-quiet. I'm about to-c-come,' I gasped. 'And-d-daddy. I want you to f-fuck and suck me every day before mother comes home. P-Promise me you will.'

" ‘Y-Yes-I-every day. Ahhh, D-Diane… Now… NOW! NOWwwwwowowowow!'

"Mother found out about me and daddy. Several weeks after she came home from her visit, she and daddy were making love, and he cried out my name during his coming. You know what happened. Mother got to questioning daddy and, his conscience getting the best of him, he broke down and told her the truth. The entire story about him and me. Mother didn't call the fuzz because she didn't want any scandal. Uh-huh! What would her dear club members think! But, as you know, mother thinks there's something wrong with me; that's why I'm here. Personally, I don't see anything wrong with a girl's fucking her father. Since I'm part of him, since he's my father, it's sort of like fucking yourself-isn't it?"

We see the force of the superego at work in the latter portion of this case study, weaving its strong threads throughout Mr. W-'s consciousness. Of him, we can say only that while he was not perverted, he was weak -as are all fathers who succumb to adolescent sex traps. Such men are to be pitied more than condemned.

Diane herself exhibits extreme amorality, due to her almost nonexistent superego, this frigidity of conscience placing her well within the framework of a paraphilia, even though she is well-oriented and exhibits no guilt-and that is precisely why Diane needs the help of a psychiatrist.

Whereas the sexual neurotic is not conscious of his (or her) abnormality, the paraphiliac is all too well aware of his diversion from the norm in regard to sexual expression, although it concerns him not a bit. Diane W- is a good example, for hers is a compulsive sex drive and she is obsessed with it, determined to succeed in her goal at all costs.

Diane's prognosis has to be dark. She is on the verge of being a sexual psychopath.

Harriet and Her Uncle

"We moved from Arkansas to Chicago when I was about eleven. This was in 1968, and paw figured he could do better in Chicago and get himself a job in one of them big factories. But he never did.

"We was what people call "hillbillies,' and moved into that section of Chicage that is still a haven for people from the South-what is known as 'Uptown.' It's an area that's bounded by Lawrence and Irving Park, and by Clark Street and the lake, but I guess you ain't interested in that.

"I got to tell you that my parents wasn't very ambitious. I guess maw might have been different ifen pop hadn't been so shiftless. But pop, he was lazy, and I can't ever remember him taking any kind of steady job. He'd work a week, then quit, 'cause he was 'down in his back,' That's what he always said. I suppose pop, he didn't care none. But it was different with maw. She was the strong one in the family. An' she had a talent-for either shouting orders at pop or criticizing him. I don't know who was at fault. But I gotta admit that pop weren't much of a man. All he thought about was drinking beer and sweet Lucy-you know, that's the kind of wine that only costs forty cents a pint. But maw had another talent, too-a talent for fucking. My maw she sure liked to screw.

"I remember one night-I guess I was about twelve at the time. I'd always lay in bed and listen to them arguing, a-wishin' I was dead and in heaven and that they'd kill each other. I heard my maw shout in that loud voice of hers, 'Why you can't even fuck like most men!' They always thought I was sound asleep, but I weren't.

"Now you take pop-most of the time he drank. On weekends he drank constantly; yet it seemed to me that maw didn't mind his guzzling on Saturday. You see, while pop would stay home and drink, maw would leave the house-on Saturday afternoons. She would say, Tm going on down to The R-. Harriet kin git your supper.'

"'Well, make sure you git some money out of them whoremasters,' pop would say in a tired voice and open another can of Blue Label.

"Pop's words would really set maw off. She would glare at him and scream, 'You goddamn cocksucker! Someone has to bring some money in!* Then she would storm from the apartment. I was only twelve at the time, but I weren't stupid. No kid remains a dummy for long in Hillbilly Haven. I knew it. I knew what maw was. She was a whore.

"Many hours later, when it was dark, maw would come home with some man-always a different man. She would first tiptoe into my room to make sure I was asleep, and I'd always pretend to be. Then she would sneak back to the crummy living room and drink some more with the man she had brung home. She knew she didn't have to worry about pop, because he was always passed out in the bedroom by the time she got home. She should have worried about me! Right off, I'd get out of bed, open my door slightly, and watch my mommy and the man-see them do things to each other's bodies. Maw, she and the man would git naked and play with each other. The man would yank on maw's tits and suck them and do other things. Me, I'd kneel there by the door and watch and finger my twat.

"I didn't like it when maw would begin playing with a man's peter. Maw, she always did that. She'd move her hand up and down on a man's cock and he'd get a hard on; then, laughing, maw, she'd get down between the man's legs, and suck his prick.

"I remember one Saturday night when I was thirteen and maw, she brought home a goddamn Nigger. I know we is supposed to say ‘black* people, but we always called 'em Niggers. Maw she brought home a Nigger named Lincoln B-. He was a big husky coon, a young stud, I guess maybe about twenty years old. And I heard him say he worked at a liquor store, over on K-.

"Right off, maw and him got naked, and maw, she began rubbing her cunt, which was covered by a lot of thick, blonde hair. And Lincoln! He had a peter as big as a pony's! Maw, she said, ‘You got to pay me first. Ten bucks an' I'll give you a good fuck,' She leaned back on the old green couch and began playing with her nipples.

"Lincoln, he began pulling on his prick. 'Ah wanna suck it, too,' he drawled. 'An' I want that you should blow me, too.'

"Maw, she said, 'I ain't no whore. I ain't that kind of woman to blow a peter. But I will-for another ten spot.'

"Lincoln, he didn't like that none. He said, 'Now, woman, you know I ain't got no twenty dollahs. I done spent seben bucks fer them drinks we had, and I gotta have a couple of bucks fo' mah wine tomorraw. Ah only got a ten-spot and a fiver an' some change,' He stood there like a black statue, his black prick as hard as ice.

"'Well, gimme what you got,' Maw said, 'an' I'll suck an' fuck you for fifteen. But you suck me first-un-derstan'!' She held out her hand, and Lincoln, he gave it to her.

"Suddenly Lincoln Looked frightened.-'Yo' sure ya old man ain't gonna bust in heah?' he asked.

"'Hell no,' maw said with a laugh. 'He's dead to the world. 'Sides, he wouldn't care ifen I fucked a horse, an' considerin' the prick you got, I might as well be,' She added, 'Now you git yourself over here and suck my pussy-ya hear?'

"Maw, she sure enjoyed having her cunt sucked. I watched, all the while fingering my own pussy and hating her and that Nigger and my no-good, drunken father. Maw spread her pretty long legs, and Lincoln, he gits to his knees on the rug and begins to suck her, making all kinds of slurping noises. Maw, she curled her legs around his neck and pressed on his fuzzy head with her hands, pulling his mouth into her big red gash.