Claire Adrian: Incest, A Way Of Life

Billy and His Mother

"If I live to be three hundred, I won't be able to understand why everyone is so up tight about mother fucking. As for my doing in the old slut, she deserved it! And I'll tell you why. After you know the whole story, I'll bet you'll agree with me…

"When my dad died a few years ago, did Sylvia really care? She did not! What's that? Oh! I've been calling my mother by her first name ever since I was a little kid. You see, she didn't like being called 'Mother.' I guess it made her feel too old. She didn't like the thought of growing old. And you should have seen her a few months ago when she turned thirty-eight! She was drunk for a solid week, It was right after that she found out she had the boozer's disease, cirrhosis of the liver; it was right after that, I decided to kill her.

"Like I said, Sylvia couldn't have cared less when Dad kicked off with a heart attack a few years ago. I know what I'm talking about, because one day I heard her talking to one of her friends about it, and she told Edna that Dad had always been a bit of a bore.

"'Why should I care if the impotent old bastard is dead?' Sylvia smirked. 'He didn't make love to me for several years; he couldn't-and I'm a practical person, Edna, The lumber business is in my name, and so is everything else. So why should I concern myself about my "poor dead Hubert"? After all, everyone dies…

"Naturally, Sylvia and Edna didn't see me, but I was certainly there, right up at the top of the steps, listening. Sylvia never would have suspected me of being such a snoop; she wouldn't have suspected me of anything. She was too stupid. I mean that she never noticed anything I did. To her, I was just there,' a kid who had come along by accident-the main reason she married Dad. He had knocked her up when she worked for him as his secretary. He stuck his dick in her and I was the result. Consequently, while she treated me okay, she did leave me pretty much to my own devices, letting me do pretty much as I pleased. Then, after she began hitting the bottle, she was usually too damn drunk to care. She had always been a lush, as far back as I can remember, but after Dad died and wasn't around to control her, she must have put away a couple of quarts a day, usually vodka. That's all she did: drink and fuck, and eat cock and pussy, and get her own cunt sucked by Jose and Ramona-but I haven't told you about them yet, have I? I certainly am glad they're locked up, too!

"You see, Jose, and Ramona had been working for us for almost five hears. Jose, was our combination chauffeur, yardman, and houseboy, and I've got to admit that he was one good-looking stud-about thirty I should say, a tall, broad-shouldered guy with a cock that looked like a small rolling pin. I suppose that's why my old lady enjoyed fucking him so much, because of that large peter of his.

"Ramona, Jose's wife, was our cook and maid. She was a few years younger than her husband and so sexy you could get a hard tongue just by watching her walk away from you. But it wasn't until after I had fucked my mother that I was able to get in Ramona's pants with my tongue and dick. Come to think of it, I don't know who was the best screwing, Ramona or my old lady. Ramona had nice tits that reminded me of good-sized grapefruits, and a very shapely ass-and boy, almost as much hair around her pussy as she had on her head. Well, not quite, 'cause her hair hung down past her waist. Sylvia was just as pretty though. She had real clear skin and a better shape, and I think her titties were prettier. I do know she could suck my prick better than Ramona could; I know that for fact. Of course, this is only my opinion. They were both good fucking, that's for sure. Then again, I don't have too much experience in fucking matters. My mother was the first woman I ever got to screw; then she fixed it up so I could fuck Ramona. Before that, I was jacking off.

"Would you believe it if I told you that the first time I saw Sylvia get fucked was when I was a little over twelve years old. At the time-and that was before we moved into the big house-my bedroom was right next to theirs, and there was a connecting door, which was always locked. This didn't make any difference; I could still make out their words when I pressed my ear to the crack; unfortunately I couldn't look through the keyhole because it was stopped up. But I could still listen, and make out what they were doing.

"I wasn't so dumb that I didn't know Dad wasn't fucking Sylvia. I was pretty dumb, and had never been told anything about sex, except what I had been told by other boys. But I did know where babies came from and that a man had to stick his cock in a woman to make a brat. Trouble was, I didn't know exactly how it was done. A friend of mine and me often diddled each other in the butt, and that kind of worried me, too, as I thought that maybe a boy could get knocked up that way. Anyhow, it was one summer in July, that I finally got to see Dad fucking Sylvia.

"It happened quite by accident one morning after I had gotten up early. I couldn't sleep because of the heat and had decided to get up and go lie in the hammock out in the yard. I was getting into my pants when I heard Dad and Sylvia in the next room. Right away I put my ear to the door. ‘I'll suck you first,' my father was saying, then we'll lap fuck.' My mother mumbled something, but I couldn't make out her words, except the word ‘peter.'

"Quickly finishing my dressing, I hurriedly tiptoed from the house, my heart pounding as I made my way along the side of the house, finally going around the corner and sliding carefully up to the window of my parents' bedroom. My mouth was very dry as I peeked in, and my heart was racing, Damn! There was the old man on his knees, by the side of the bed, his face buried in Sylvia's pussy. My mother was lying on her back, her head on a big pillow, her eyes staring up at the ceiling. Her arms were outstretched, her hands opening and closing. I could barely make out what she was whispering.

"'Hubie, you do that so well. A little higher… there! Ohhhhhh! That's it; right on the button. Suck it hard. Move your tongue on it fast, in and out… "

"I just stared and stared, feeling my own cock getting hard. I unzipped my pants and began to jack off, all the while wondering what ‘button' meant, all the while watching. Suddenly my mother burst out with 'Ohhhh! Now! Now, Hubie! FASTER! I-I'M COMING!'

"I knew what that meant. Then I saw Dad get up from beside the bed and wipe his mouth, while Sylvia wiped off her pussy. Her cunt was covered with thick curly hair, and I saw that Dad's peter was really an enormous affair, sticking out for what must have been a good foot!

"Then it happened. I shot against the side of the house, watching as the thick come dribbled slowly down the aluminum siding. Then I returned my attention to the bedroom. Dad sat down on a chair, with his cock sticking up like some kind of tall flagpole. Smiling, Sylvia went over to him and paused. Naked, she was certainly a beauty! I think that's the first time I got the idea that I'd like to fuck her; I wondered then, too, how it would be to suck her tits and lick her pussy.

"Facing Dad, Sylvia began to lower herself on his monstrous cock, straddling his lap, her legs outside of his, her hands holding onto his shoulders, while he held her by the hips. Gradually, ever so slowly, she began to move her body up and down on his big thing, sort of twisting and churning herself on his cock, all the while gazing into his eyes. Then Dad began sucking her nipples, first the left one, then the right. It was the weirdest sight I had ever seen. Christ sake! She was fucking him fucking him!

"I heard Sylvia whisper, 'Honeybun, use your finger on my behind.'

"Now I ask you: whoever heard of calling a grown man 'honeybun?'