James Wilson: American incest patterns

And with his departure, Harry's old impotency problem returned. There was no alternative as far as we were concerned. We had to find another member of our immediate family to fuck, the three-way style…

ANALYST: That's when you decided to increase the scope of your incestuous circle?

BEATRICE: Yes. We had a large family but choosing the right partner wasn't easy.

A: Did you have any preference?

B: Preference?

A: Yes. I mean specifications. Young, or old, tall or short, and so forth. Or was the only requirement that the swinger be a close family member? Was incest the only consideration?

B: No. Of course, our three-way partner had to be a family member. That was imperative. But we did have a few other specifications.

A: Such as?

B: Age. Both Harry and myself went for young stuff. We didn't want to ball with a middle-aged partner who probably had sex problems of his own.

A: How young?

B: As young as possible. The sight of a very young and naked body turned me on and Harry loved to watch one, too.

A: Did you have any problems selecting this partner?

B: Oh yes. Most of our immediate family consisted of middle-aged men. They wouldn't do at all.

A: They had to be around the age of puberty?

B: Or younger. Both Harry and I discussed the possibility of finding a boy around nine or ten and breaking him in our way. That way we'd have a steady source of boy-nooky for a long while.

A: You were really after a virgin.

B: Yes, or a youngster with experience.

A: You had a difficult time filling such specifications.

B: A very difficult time. And my husband was getting desperate. He became impotent again, and was a bundle of nerves because he couldn't get a blow out.

A: What did you do?

BEATRICE: We finally hit upon the idea of holding a family picnic. A sort of family reunion sort of thing, and that would give us an opportunity of looking-over all of the talent in our family. We extended the invitation to immediate family and also distant relatives.

Harry paid for all the expenses, and we decided to have the affair on the banks of a river.

We selected the most secluded spot we could find. One Sunday afternoon, our entire family gathered, and some even came from distant states. We saw relatives we'd lost track of for years. To our delight, there were a lot of preteen-age children, and a lot of the boys looked like likely material for our three-way affair.

Finally we selected a nine-year-old grandnephew, a sturdy looking chap, red-haired and in tight denims we could see the outline of his fuck works. Despite his very young age, he looked well hung, and we both got the impression he had experience. So much the better.

He'd be easier to seduce.

As events transpired, he actually seduced us. Older women had been playing with him for over a year. Red-headed Bobby followed me to a secluded area of the river bed, and when he thought we were alone, suddenly unzipped and showed me his pecker. I was delighted by his boldness, and knew what he had in mind. But I pretended ignorance about his true intentions. My husband Harry had followed at a discreet distance and was hiding in the shrubbery.

Looking down intently on the lad's fully erected prick, I murmured, "Why Bobby what are you showing me? Aren't you naughty?"

"Shit no!" he laughed with a wicked look in his bright, blue eyes. "I did this to the neighbor lady, and she took me into her bedroom and fucked me when her husband was away to work."

"You are naughty," I said but with a smile and a wink. Then, I asked, "And did you like getting fucked by the neighbor lady?"

He nodded. "Uh huh, I loved to look at her cunt and those big boobies and the smelly ass excited me, too." He confessed. "Sometimes when I'm alone, I think of those boobies and smelly ass, and jack off. I jack off real good."

At that, point after he realized he wasn't going to shock me further, he started to put his softening dick back into his trousers. But I caught hold of the meat and felt it starch up again in my hand.

"I took the bull by the horns. Would you like to see and smell my ass darling?" I asked.

"Of course, I'm probably a lot older than the neighbor lady. But, I've got a good one. And just maybe, you'd love to smell my cunt, too."

"Oh yes!" he piped out, agitatedly, and I felt the tremendous thrill of his prick growing rigid in my hand. "Yes, yes, yes, I'd love to stick my nose between your big cheekies. Oh that would be terrific. And don't worry about your age," he comforted me. "You've got a better shaped can on you than the neighbor lady."

My heart started to beat rapidly. Fortunately, we were in a section of the river bed where we were assured of complete privacy. I started to pull off all of my clothes. Let the little tyke get a good look at my naked body and let nature take its course, I decided. I knew Harry would approve of my decision to disrobe before the nine-year-old boy.

Bobby's eyes bulged as more and more of my body bared itself. First my enormous tits spilled out of their bras, and then the skirt dropped to the ground. Finally, I stepped out of my girdle which encased my buxom frame.

The flesh of my cheeky ass flowed out of the constraint. The buttocks spread apart, and finally, I stood completely nude before his silent and appraising face.

Finally, his lips moved and an almost inaudible whisper flowed out. "Never… never seen so much hair around a cunt. And those cunny lips… so thick… can see inside." Then, rolling upwards over my curving belly, past the cunt hairs, the round and erotically dimpled navel, his eyes fastened on the boobs. I felt my nipples stiffen.

"Could suck on those boobs," he murmured, "could eat 'em all day. Could even fuck 'em."

I smiled. "Fuck my boobs, darling? How?"

Of course, I knew but wanted to hear the erotic answer from the boy's own lips which were shaped perfectly for cunt-eating.

Bobby nodded. "Yeah. I'd lay you down, climb on your belly and stick my prick between the boobs. Then, I'd pump back and forth until I blew my nuts. I'd…" he hesitated.

"Yes, darling?" I asked, encouragingly. "What would you do with this poor, old lady?"

"Make you swallow every drop," he burst out. "I'd slide my tool back and forth between those mountain boobies, and when I felt myself ready to blow I'd lean forward and stick my whole prick between your lips and make you swallow every drop." He shuddered. "That would feel so neat."

"Sounds divine," I murmured back. "But before you decide to fuck my boobs, you'd better inspect my ass, and maybe you'll get an even better idea?"

Having made that statement, I turned slowly around and let him fasten his staring eyeballs over the slope and curve of my buttocks. I was careful however, to look over my shoulder in order to assess his every reaction to the sight of my fleshy ass. Each cheek was every bit as large as a booby. I asked, daringly, would you love to flack my ass, too?

"Oh yes," he sighed, and the sound came from the very depth of his being. "Yes, yes, yes. I'd love to fuck your ass. And I also want to…" and now he hesitated for the first time. I knew what he wanted to do, though. And bending over, I rested the palm of one hand on a knee. With my remaining free hand, I reached back, and pulled one of my buttocks aside.

"Look inside," I called out, encouragingly. "And if you are so inclined, stick your nose up my ass and sniff…"

The boy required no further encouragement. He had already formed a habit of smelling the female ass, and kissing the curved buttock slope, too. Immediately, he dropped to his knees, braced the palms of both bands against the underside of any ass, and pulled the flesh apart as though it was made out of taffy. Then, he gazed long and ecstatically in the center where the ringlet of hairs adorned the rectal orifice. Bobby had developed the same fascination for the sight, feel and smell of the female ass as my grandson had.