Jack Benjamin - The Paths Of Incest

He also stated that her anal muscles and tissues were still "nice and tight" and from a purely physical standpoint, since he had a fairly small penis, he got a much fuller orgasm when he performed anal intercourse with his aunt.

This man is subnormal in intelligence. He had dropped out of school early (he'd never been good at any subject in school), and he had been exposed to the most raw and brutal sex education possible, almost as if he'd been raised in a jungle.

In spite of his laughing it off, his early homosexual experience had stayed with him. After several sessions of hypno-therapy, Art finally admitted that he had wanted to try anal intercourse with the older boy who had performed it on him. He also admitted that, on one occasion, he had attempted anal intercourse on a twelve-year-old boy who had first performed fellatio on him: though he denied that he had ever fellated the boy.

Art is walking a razor's edge. That he has been influenced by strong homosexual tendencies is obvious, for he does prefer anal intercourse to any other, at this stage. If he stays with his therapy, and truly desires to become completely heterosexual, he can probably make it-but not if he continues his sex relations with his aunt, for she cooperates too well and indulges his desire for anal intercourse.

Art claims that he has had many other women, but that they are mostly bar pickups and semi-prostitutes and that they mean nothing to him. What he is admitting is that he does have a deep emotional attachment for his aunt. Possibly, if he were to meet a girl with whom he could have uninhibited sex relations-including anal intercourse-but for whom he felt a strong emotional involvement, this man might yet enjoy a full sex life. On the other hand, should he swerve just slightly, and choose to try anal intercourse with a male, he might easily become a confirmed homosexual. (Remember, he has performed oral sex acts with boys, and has had them fellate him.) At this writing, the future of Art is hard to predict, but two experts in this field of sexology tend to think that the ultimate road that Art will take, will be that of overt, unashamed homosexuality.

He has no deterrent, no motive to do anything except satisfy his own sex appetites whenever and wherever he can. His motive in seeking help was purely selfish; not to make him a fuller human being, but to assure himself of being sexually satisfied.

As to the unfortunate Jean, she is probably beyond help because she does not realize that she may need it. She is morally substandard, educationally devastated, and again, is interested only in existing day-to-day, both emotionally and sexually. However, many a woman has been whisked from the primrose path to the halls of marriage and has made the grade magnificently. To close out this chapter on the less related incestuous beings, one case is interesting, merely because it involves a rare form of incest: that between grandson and grandmother. Again, we advise: THIS IS NOT A TYPICAL CASE (if there were such a thing) but one that was caused by a particular set of circumstances.

Arnold B. was struck down by a car accident when he was 15. Result: a total and irreparable paralysis of the legs and a horrible disfiguration of the face. His parents had been dead since he was five, and Arnold has been raised by his grandparents. Fortunately, his grandfather had been a fairly wealthy man. We say fortunately, because the ultimate surgery and treatments were costly, and at least, Arnold was spared becoming a charity case. His grandfather died in the accident which injured Arnold, and his grandmother took over his care and keeping. His grandmother, Ella, was a woman of 58 at the time, and a vigorous, sexually healthy woman who frankly admits that she enjoyed the fullest sexual relations with her husband, right up until his death. But, driven by guilt feelings, Ella eventually sought help. She felt it was wicked, sinful and wrong that she should be satisfying her grandson's sexual desires, and allowing him to more-or-less satisfy hers, insofar as he was able.

We make no moralistic judgments, but we do point out that this woman's motives seem to be of the noblest nature. Hear her account:

I was so grateful when Arnie lived. Of course, I was shocked at Albert's death, and taking care of Arnie gave me an interest in life-something to keep my mind off my own loss. He was so pitiful, not wanting anyone to see his face all scarred up. Then when we got the verdict that he'd never walk, he needed someone to understand. I wanted him to face life squarely and to become a man, and one night, when he was extra despondent, and I was bathing him-I suddenly wanted to prove to him that he could have a full life. I took his penis and just put it in my mouth. I'd done that for Albert for years-I enjoyed doing it. I sucked and caressed it until it was hard and stiff. Poor Arnold was almost in a state of shock, but I knew what I was doing. I had seen him masturbate, and knew that he was still normal, sexually. I sucked him until he came, then did it again. I told him not to be ashamed, because I wasn't. I really wanted him to take a look at himself, as a man-as a fully capable, operative human being, who had hope and confidence in himself as a man and as a person.

My heart ached, every time I looked at that once-handsome face, and saw the despair in his eyes. He was a fine boy, and I admit, maybe I felt I was paying part of the debt we owed him, because it was Albert who was driving when Arnold was crippled. Later, I stopped fooling myself and Arnold. I enjoyed it-sexually, as a woman-and he enjoyed our sex also-as a man.

After a few times of me sucking him until he came, he began to worry about me-about what I was getting from it. One night, he stopped me as I was going down on him. "Not unless you let me do the same thing to you," he said. I knew he meant it, so I stripped naked and showered and perfumed myself. I was always proud of my body-Albert used to say I was the only grandmother in the world with the body of a teen-ager.

I was also always proud of the cleanliness I observed-Albert used to love to perform cunnilingus on me because he said I smelled and tasted clean and fresh and inviting.

Our first try, I got on my knees over Arnold's face, propping his head with pillows to help him get his tongue inside me better. I guess I'd been without any sex for too long, because I came good, in less than two minutes. I then fellated Arnold, and after making us comfortable, we performed mutually-the sixty-nine position. He was so eager to please, and he did.

It was a long time before we tried regular intercourse. Arnold told me that he'd had girls before, but never with the female doing most of the active work. He was able to sit in a chair all right, after being put there, and we got a strong, solid-backed chair and I'd help him onto it. Then, I'd straddle him, lowering my vagina down over his penis. We would both guide his penis in, and naturally, I'd make the up and down motions, until we both came. It took some doing to learn to adjust to one another's desires and emotions, but if we missed, we always resorted to cunnilingus and fellatio.

Of course we embraced and kissed while having sex-after all, I love Arnie dearly, and he loves me in a special way. And we need each other so-that's something that so many married couples never have-that wondrous need, and the beauty of fulfilling another's need.

Guilt? Maybe a little, but my real purpose is to discover if I am doing a disservice to this boy I love so. What happens to him when I go? Will there be a woman for him, on this earth, or am I just building his hopes on sand? As long as I live, and he desires me to fill his life, then I will. But my real concern is Arnold, though I do admit, this wonderful boy has filled a tremendous gap in my own life. Not like Albert, my husband, for many times, I long to feel the weight of a man atop me-the deep thrust that comes from the loins of a man, and Arnold can't give me that. But what we can give, we do give, and there is no guilt attached to that kind of giving.