Claire Adrian - Incest, A Way Of Life

"It was the very next day that I put my master fucking plan into action, beginning during the evening. After dinner, Sylvia and I went into the living room, where she indulged in her favorite hobby-booze-and I read science fiction and watched television. By nine o'clock she was more drunk than sober, and during the ten o'clock news, she mumbled, 'Billy honey, be a good boy and fix me another drink. Anything will do. I have to relax and get a good night's sleep. I didn't get two winks last night.'

"You sure didn't, you damned slut, you, I thought. You were too busy fucking!

"'Yes, Mother dear,' I said politely, getting up and going over to the well-stocked liquor cabinet, which contained more booze than some small bars. Wanting something that would disguise the taste of the ground-up sleeping capsule I intended to drop into her drink, I chose sloe gin, pouring a generous amount into a glass, along with the powder, which I had hidden in a tiny envelope. Then I handed the glass to Sylvia.

"What? Of course not. I didn't intend to kill Sylvia, not then. It was a few months later that the idea to knock her off occurred to me. You think I'm stupid! I know more about biochemistry than you do, mister! I knew that booze and sleep.powders-in fact, booze and any kind of sedatives-were a dangerous combination, but I had only given her one capsule, knowing that such a small amount wouldn't kill her, that it would only, in combination with the alcohol, make her pass out for what I had in mind.

"Sylvia looked drunkenly up at me with glazed eyes when I handed her the glass. 'Wot-what's zat, strawberry soda pop?' And the old whore giggled.

"No, Mother,' I said, watching her very carefully. ‘Sloe gin!' You stupid slut!

"'Dont call-call me mutherr,' she muttered. 'Y'know-I'm not that old.'

"'Yes, Sylvia.'

"As she drank her booze, I moved around the room, making sure the living-room drapes were tightly drawn. Ten minutes later, mother dear had finished her drink and had passed out cold, lying there snoring in the chair. Quickly I checked the front door to make sure it was locked; then I checked the back door, after which I returned to the living room and switched off the lights, with the exception of one lamp by the piano. Going over to Sylvia, I looked at her, trembling over the realization that, at long last, I was finally going to get to diddle her. I shook her by the shoulders, calling softly to her. She didn't move. Fine, The old whore's in dreamland. I was so nervous my own breath sounded like a bellows. I did it. I unbuttoned Sylvia's blouse and-oh sweet, tap-dancing Jesus! What beautiful boobs she possessed! She never wore a bra around the house, which made it easy for me to pull her tits out into the light of day-or the half-light of night if you prefer. I practically panted while I gaped and gawked, and when I began squeezing them, working them like soft dough, I shot off in my pants, but hardly noticed it at the time. I was too excited. You'd be too-getting ready to screw your own mother. Those tits of hers. If I live to be five hundred, I don't think I'll ever see better tongue-water-boobs than what Mother had. They were even lovelier than I had previously thought.

"After I finished playing with her tits and rolling her big nipples between my fingers, I raised her skirt as high as I could and, wriggling my hands underneath her, began tugging at her panties. I had hoped she wouldn't be wearing any, but she was, a green pair. I finally succeeded in pulling them down over her hips and legs, and finally over her ankles and feet. Then I pulled her shapely legs apart, spreading them as wide as I could. The horrible thought hit me: You've miscalculated, you damn fool! You can't fuck her! You can't get your peter into her, not the way she's sprawled out in the chair. Take her out of the chair and lay her on the floor? Dumb ass. Fuck no! That's too risky! She might wake up! Use your head, stupid-SUCK HER!

"Kneeling between Sylvia's legs, I moved in close to her fabulous fuck-hole, staring at the fur-surrounded slit with all the reverence of a newly dead saint gawking at his god. My, my! Her cunt was wet and foamy and-by God! She had been out during the afternoon- said she was going shopping, but she hadn't brought any packages home with her. Hmmmmm… I'll bet some dude fucked her! If I suck her, will I be gulping-what's left of some stud's come? No matter…

"I am convinced that after a shapely ass, a cunt is the most beautiful thing in the world. Breathing heavily, I leaned forward and began brushing my lips through her soft cunt jungle, walking my tongue through those curly hairs that reminded me of cornsilk after a rain. Nervously, anxiously, passionately, I pushed my thumbs into the gash and pulled apart her lips, gazing into the reddish, wrinkled interior, the thought striking me that I was an alien invader about to enter forbidden territory. The way she had shoved that ten-inch dildoe into her pussy! I suddenly thought of her cunt as a bottomless well, a giant pit that could seize my tongue or cock and imprison it forever!

"Feeling sweat running from my armpits, I slowly moved my trembling fingers over the slick wet surface of her pussy-mouth, inching upward, seeking her clitoris-or, as the books say, her corpus and glans clitoridis. Like I said, I am a cunt expert.

"I had no trouble finding her clit, which was like an extra tiny cock and soft. I played with it, tickling it with the tip of my finger for several minutes, and then bent to give her a big suck. By now, my peter was hard again, and I let my dingdong dazzle the air, by pulling it out of my pants.

"Now! This was it! What I had dreamed of and always wanted! I began by kissing and licking her smooth white thighs, all the while moving upward until finally I was nibbling at her vulva. Steadily I worked my tongue as I made a leisurely tour of the entire lippy neighborhood, occasionally getting a corn silk in my mouth, but always tasting her delicious cunt juice.

"Don't be stupid! Of course you can't reach the bottom of her vagina with your tongue! But nevertheless, I tried. Putting my mouth to her cunt-I'mean flush up against what the books refer to as the introitus vaginae-or what some dumb fuckers call the opening-I speared in my tongue, curling it so I could lick the warm cream from the side walls. I never hit bottom-not caring because by then I had come up with another idea: I'd fuck my mother in the mouth. Yes, yest I would do that! I was about to get up when I heard Sylvia mutter, 'Uhhhhh… goooddddddd. H-Hurry… I'l-l-l blow you, Don…

"I froze, my heart stopping! Who the fuck was Don? I glanced up at her. She was still asleep, a frozen smile on her face, her head hanging at a crazy angle, She mumbled something again in her drunken stupor, and then began to snore softly, her marvelous tits rising and falling with each breath.

"Standing up, I dropped my pants, unbuttoned my shorts, and let them fall to my ankles. I knew I was taking a chance, but I simply didn't care. More frustrated than a piano player in a marching band, I had to get my come inside of her.

"Almost tenderly I straightened her head and somehow eased her farther back on the chair, not wanting her to topple to the floor. She was breathing heavily through her mouth which was partly open. Holding onto her chin to steady her head, I began rubbing the head of my cock back and forth across her lips. Sylvia sighed in her sleep. More daring now, I eased the head of my prick into her mouth and began masturbating… Then I wanted to scream in sheer bliss as a large gush of creamy mush shot from my cock into my mother's mouth. What a come!

"Ahhh, I had done it! Still… another plan was forming in my mind… "

In the pathetic case of Billy L. H-, we find various abnormal mechanisms at work, the most intense and influential being his Oedipus complex which, instead of resolving itself (as it does in the vast majority of males), grew in intensity and strength until it completely motivated Billy's libido.