James Wilson - American incest patterns

"I'll be all right," I cried after her. But inside, I felt frightened again. Would I be able to perform without the help, of my mother? I had to find out.

ANALYST: Were you potent with other women?

RICHARD: No.

A: You tried out various women?

R: Of all ages, and races. I fucked a twelve year old girl, and a seventy-year-old woman. Also, a black woman and an oriental one, too.

A: Nothing happened?

R: I was inadequate with all of them. It was terrible.

A: Did you go back to your mother?

R: No. She had married again, and her husband was jealous. I didn't want to cause any trouble.

A: Is that when you turned to your own daughter, Cissy?

R: Yes. But I didn't turn to her. She turned to me.

A: She seduced you?

R: Yes, I think you can say that.

A: How old is your daughter?

R: Sixteen.

A: What were the circumstances under which she seduced you?

RICHARD: After Mom left on her honeymoon, I sought out other women. But I couldn't perform with any of them. I was totally inadequate. In desperation, I turned to a black woman. I thought perhaps the erotic appeal of the skin might help me bone up. And there was something about a naked, black woman that turned me on. At any rate, I advertised for a black maid to come in and do some housekeeping for me. Naturally, I selected the one who appealed to me, physically. The gal I picked was tall, stacked with big mammy-type boobies and a huge, cheeky black ass. In the past, I had fantasies about kissing a black woman's ass. Now I figured, it might help to carry out that particular fantasy.

The woman had no hesitation about balling me. "That beats keeping house," she laughed as she disrobed. "That no good black man of mine don't hardly fuck me anymore," she complained. "He's out looking for young stuff."

This woman was in her late forties, mature and although a bit on the fat side like many black women, she was nicely proportioned. First thing, I started to eat her, and kiss her ass. But nothing happened. She really got hot for the fuck and started to complain. "Come on white man, get it hard and fuck me. What's wrong?" she demanded to know. "What's wrong with your white cock? Why don't it get hard?"

The more she asked this question, the more desperate I grew. And the more desperate I became the softer my penis wilted. Finally, I had to give up.

"Can't get it up," I finally confessed. "I'm impotent. I had hoped a black woman would be able to…"

That's when Cissy walked into the room. It was Saturday afternoon, and she was supposed to be away all day.

"What's going on?" she asked, her eyes blazing. Clearly, she disapproved of what she saw, a naked black woman alone with her father. The fact that I was naked didn't bother her at all.

I was firm with her. "This nice, black lady was helping me," I told her and confessed my entire problem. After all, Cissy, at sixteen, was old enough to know the truth.

"Can't get a hard on?" Cissy asked, puzzled. "Then, why didn't you ask me for me help?"

I must have looked shocked. "You're my own daughter," I reminded her.

"So what?" she asked in an insolent way. "You fucked your own mother. Please don't deny it. Grandma told me everything."

"She had no right to tell you," I said, white-faced.

"She had every right," Cissy said, coolly. "Incest turns you on. A naked, black ass isn't the answer. Can't you understand? You have to have someone in the family fuck you. You've got the hots for your own mother, and…"

"Daughter," I said in a trembling voice. The moment I made this admission aloud, I felt the tissues of my penis begin to firm up.

The black woman looked down at my cock. "She's right white man. You got hot nuts for your own, daughter." And in the same breath. "Why don't you fuck her. Ain't nothing wrong with screwing your own flesh and blood. My little Robby who is only ten is the best mother fucker on the block. Ain't nothing wrong with it," she maintained.

As the black woman was speaking and as I looked at my daughter, my penis began to slowly erect. Whatever mental blocks bad prevented a firm bone from appearing had vanished. Incest was the answer. It seemed I could fuck my mother, and now I could do a good job for my daughter. I didn't understand but there was no point in trying to understand. All that mattered was getting the much desired bone on and driving it deep inside the pulsating pussy.

When Cissy saw my peter firm up, she laughed excitedly and began to disrobe.

"Wait a minute," I told her. "I haven't made up my mind yet. Fucking my mother was one thing. But you're only sixteen years old. It… it isn't right," I blurted out.

But Cissy paid no attention to my protests at all. Quickly, her mini dropped and off came her blouse. That was all she was wearing. Presently, she stood stark naked in front of her own father. This was the first time in many years I had seen her without clothes on. I was surprised at her maturity. A full bush of cuntal hair, swollen titties, curved buttocks, and an erected clitoris which testified to her womanhood and need for sexual activity.

The black woman recognized this need in my daughter. "Fuck her white man," she urged. "Fuck your daughter. She needs it. And she'll love every inch of your prick. I can tell by just looking at her. She's hot to fuck."

Holding out both arms, my blue-eyed, blonde and big pussied daughter pleaded in a husky voice, "Give it to me, father. Fuck me. I'll take every inch you've got and more. I'll suck you off and stick my cunt in your mouth. Anything… but please hurry… fuck me… fuse your fatherly body to mine. Give it to me, father. Fuck me. FUCK YOUR DAUGHTER."

The room began to reel around. My knees weakened but my cock remained firm and grew firmer by the moment. I wanted to sink the meat into cunt… my own daughter's cunt.

The next thing I knew, Cissy was on her back with her shapely legs wrapped around my ribcage. My hands were cupping both cheeks of her ass, and her fingernails were digging into the skin of my back. Foamy spittle bubbled through the corner of my daughter's lips as I sank my prick into her box for the first time.

"Ooooooooo," she breathed. "Deeper daddy. Harder and deeper. That's it," she told me. "That's it now keep up that speed. I want to feel you. Not too fast. Not too fast. That's it. Yes, yes. Now… fuck me, darling. Fuck your daughter's cunt with everything you've got."

The black woman grew so agitated at the sight of the incestuous coupling that she reached down and began to ply her clit with her long, black fingers. Her eyes grew round and glassy. Her hips sagged and her knees buckled a bit. Her round, fleshy hips gyrated around as her fingers flew back and forth inside her cunt in the most lascivious way imaginable.

All of which heated me up, drove me on to the hardest, stiffest fuck I had ever thrown in my entire life.

Cissy's head waggled back and forth as the foulest language issued through her ruby-red lips. She urged me to "pump her daughterly cunt and finger her daughterly asshole." She played up the incestuous angle as much as possible. And it helped. Every time, she reminded me that I was really having a sexual affair with my own daughter, my penis grew stiffer. And then came the climax! The force of the outburst threw me backwards, and it took every ounce of my strength to maintain my position atop her until I had depleted the contents of my genitals. Matter of fact, Cissy and the black woman climaxed at almost the same time.

But weakened as she must have been, Cissy still took command of the situation. "That settles it pop," she informed me. "From now on, you, sleep with me. I'll be your woman."

"Beautiful," the black woman sighed. "And lucky. You're both lucky to have each other to fuck."

For the first time, I had to agree. "Yes, I am lucky."