Claire Adrian - Incest, A Way Of Life

"Dad complied, reached around and-by God!-slipped a finger into her asshole! Man, that was really something! Sylvia fucking Dad's cock, and him finger-fucking her shithole. I began to tremble with excitement.

"Mother, said, 'Dear, I'm-I'm about ready. How about you?'

"'Just a few minutes more,' Dad whispered. 'Try to hold off a few minutes more-and when y-you come down, try to squeeze it-and hard!'

"I wondered, Ready for what? And what was there to 'hold off for? Sure, now I know what they meant, but I didn't then.

"Sylvia whispered, 'Oh honeybun! G-Get r-ready… ‘

"With another hard on approaching, I stared, my eyes as round as saucers, my breath almost choking me. I almost fell over backward from surprise as Dad actually rose from his chair, his arms around Sylvia's hips, her arms around his neck; and I could see he was struggling to hold her to his cock, Once he was upright, Sylvia wrapped her long legs tightly around his butt and upper thighs, folding herself around him like some kind of snake, forcing his prick into her cunt as deep as it would go. I figured that was one crazy way to fuck! Sonuvabitch! A man would have to be as strong as an ox to get a piece of tail. I almost forgot to jack off as I saw Dad lean forward and heard him gasp, 'T-That's i-it, Love-duck-I-OHHH! Ann! NOWwwwwwww!'

"Uh-huh. Dad called Sylvia 'Love-duck'! The old fool! She began crying, 'Yes, Y-YES! Oh God! I-Uhhhhhh. I'm c-coming a-againn.'

"Dad released her a few seconds later, and she stood upright, shaking and quivering and hanging onto him. And me? I jacked off like crazy and shot all over the side of the house once more. I'll tell you something else: Starting with that day, I began frigging myself two and three times a day, my fantasies always revolving around Sylvia. In my dreams, I'd either be fucking her, or licking her cunt, or sucking on her asshole. Don't ask me why. That's just the way things were.

"As I got older, I began reading science fiction magazines, and sometimes I'd trade these to to Nelson, the boy I was cornholing, for some eight page 'Bibles.' I remember one time I gave him three Astounding Stories for five fuck books. You know the kind of books I mean: those little three-by-five books that were filled with cartoons of people fucking, like Popeye, Moon Mulling, Jiggs amp; Maggie-books like that. As soon as I'd get them, I'd run homer go up to my room and jack off. But as I grew older, I found a more exciting way to frig myself.

"I made the amazing discovery; that I could masturbate to greater enjoyment if, when I did it, I had an article of Sylvia's clothing with me. Often, when she was not at home, I'd sneak to the clothes hamper and get a pair of her panties. I would then go to my room, strip myself naked, and get on the bed, after which I would pull the panties over my head. While chewing on the crotch of the panties, I would then pull my cock, all the while thinking how wonderful it would be if I could chew on her in the flesh, even better if I could actually fuck her. Shit fire and save matches! How I wanted to fuck Sylvia, and the fact that she was my mother didn't concern me in the least. Any woman with a snatch can have a brat. That's no big deal!

"All this was before Dad's ticker quit tocking. With him alive, I knew I couldn't even try to screw my old lady-not that I entertained any hope of ever being able to do so. At that time, I had to content myself with masturbating while thinking of her, while her panties were imprisoning my head and I was thinking of her pussy, muttering over and over to myself the different parts of a woman's cunt I had memorized from a medical book-glans clitoris, vestibulum vaginae, frenulum labiorum…

"About my mother's panties-she had them in all colors, pink, blue, red, green, but I preferred chewing on red ones. If I couldn't get a red pair, then I'd settle on any color. And I'm not kidding a bit when I say that, at the time-and this was about three years ago-I was a juvenile pussy expert, knowing more about a woman's cunt than most men!

"Sylvia's ass also fascinated me! I attribute that to seeing Dad shove his finger into her rectum. Very often I would fuck my hand thinking of doing things to my mother's tail. When I did this, I'd let my mind pretend. I still do it this way; I did it last night in my cell-and say, wouldn't it be possible to put me in a private cell? The other prisoners keep calling me 'mother-fucker!'

"Anyhow-Sylvia will lie on her stomach, naked, and I will lie on top of her, my feet facing her head. I then begin what I must do. Very quickly I plunge my face into her waiting butt, delighting in the cold feeling of her cheeks against mine, in their coolness which is in direct contrast to my flushed face. As Sylvia's fanny warms to the touch of my tongue and lips-I am licking and kissing her now-I slip my mouth deeply within her perfumed crack.

"I had other ways of jacking while thinking of my mother. Sometimes I'd lie on my back and pull my pud. I wouldn't chew on Sylvia's panties though when I frigged myself in this position; instead, I'd chew on a pair of her silk stockings. I'll lie there and chew and jack off and, when I came, try to hit the center of the target I had suspended from the ceiling, so that it hung only a foot or so above my peter. In the center of the cardboard I had painted a woman's cunt-in red water color-about six inches long. Ha-ha! And I sure was a marksman. I never missed hitting the cunt dead center.

"Other times, I'd put a pair of Sylvia's panties in the center of the bed and, lying down on top of them would fuck them in that manner, by jabbing my hard peter into either the crotch or the ass section. As I fucked my mother's panties I'd chew on a pair of her hose and think of all the nice black cunt hair between her legs. Or I'd concentrate on licking her asshole, or fucking it, or maybe on her sucking me off-and then I'd shoot my come all over her panties! I sure had a lot of jack-off fun that way…

The next time I saw my mother get flicked was a few months after Dad died. Between the first time and this second time, we had come up in the world. Dad's lumber business had prospered and we had moved to a new house in a classier section of the city. I didn't like the new arrangements at all, because now my bedroom was no longer next to Sylvia's. Now I was at one end of the hall, and hers and Dad's at the opposite end. Naturally, after Dad croaked, by mother still continued to occupy the same bedroom, all of which made it rather difficult for me to know what was going on at night. I knew something was going on, got wise to it about a month after Dad died. I knew that Sylvia was having a ball in her room with somebody, after she figured I was asleep. What she didn't know was that I'd sometimes lie awake for two or three hours after I went to bed and jack off. While I'd be frigging away, I'd hear faint laughter and other sounds coming from her room. My bedroom wasn't that far away from hers; then, too, I have very good ears.

"About the second time I heard these strange sounds, I sneaked down the darkened hall and put my ear to Sylvia's door. I would have looked in through the keyhole, but the door was a modern one and didn't have any. Was I surprised! Jose, and Ramona were in there with Sylvia. I heard her say, 'All right, you Mexican bastard, fuck her in the mouth and eat my pussy while you do it.' As usually, Sylvia was three-fourths stoned. Right away my cock got as hard as a brickbat, and I wanted to continue to kneel there and listen while I jacked. But I couldn't. I didn't want to come in my hand and I certainly couldn't splatter all over the door. The only thing I could do was rush back to my room, lower my pussy target, and jack off. And that's what I did… After that, I made plans, for I was determined to see Sylvia and our two servants in action. If I lived to be four hundred, I was going to see them fuck and suck each other-and any other thing they might do in the way of sex. The question was-how?