Jack Benjamin - The Paths Of Incest

She straightened out, took a job as a sales clerk, went to night school and got her high school diploma, and eventually became a successful commercial artist with a large department store. At the last visit to the therapist, she announced happily that she was going to be married. Her vibrant words are worth thinking about, in connection with the wanton actions of this girl as a teenager, and in light of her arrests as a prostitute.

"And you know what?" she beamed, "I've been going with Al for over four months now, and I haven't slept with him yet! Can you imagine that-from a gal like me?"

Yes, it is understandable, for at long last, Edith had given sex its rightful place in her life; as an adjunct to what is basically a warm, outgoing personality. The psychologists are in agreement that, barring unforeseen setbacks, Edith will emerge as a totally competent, sexually healthy wife, and enjoy a happy marriage.

"After all, a pussy is still a pussy-even your own kid's-"

This has been the conclusion of many a father who has succumbed to the desire for sex with his own daughter. To make this study of incest more full, we would be remiss not to include the personal story of a male who desires sexual intercourse with his own daughter. like most cases of this type, Bill's ended tragically for all members involved. It is natural, psychologists tell us, for the ego to protect the individual. This is the job of the subconscious; thus, it tends to make us blame others when we slip up. However, a check of the facts in Bill's case showed them to be substantially true. In studying his taped sessions in therapy, there could be found little self-pity. He seemed able to face himself for what he was, a father who enjoyed incest with his lusty daughter. When he faced a morals charge for the third time, Bill was ordered to obtain immediate psychiatric treatment. Bill admitted that he was hooked on young girls after his incestuous relations with his own daughter, age ll. In the narration of his case history, many taped sessions have been condensed in order that the reader might better understand this man's feelings and his dilemma of sex. I was 24 when I shipped out for Korea. I'd had dates, and on most of them, I wound up in bed with the broad. Normally, I liked my fucking plain. Oh-maybe once in awhile, I'd get the girl to get on her hands and knees and let me stick it in her box from the back-but never in the ass. I had no desires that way, though a lot of guys seemed to think that was a real ball. I never did have a girl suck me off. A kid did once, when I was 10, but that's all. And I never fooled with little girls, after I was 10 or so-just kid stuff.

I was running around with Linda when I was in boot camp in California, but not steady. She dated a lot of other guys, I know. I'd been in Korea a couple of months when she told me she was pregnant. I sent her money and told her we'd be married when I got back. But when I got back, she was living in Seattle, shacked up with a sailor. I went up there and wanted to see the baby. (He had shown a picture of his daughter previously, and her features were a carbon copy of his own). All I had to do was take one look at Virginia, to know who her father was. She looked just like me and I fell in love with her at that moment.

It took some doing-Linda was drinking pretty good, too-but I finally convinced her that we should get married, for Ginny's sake. I guess I knew in my heart that the marriage didn't have a chance, but like I said, I was so crazy over Ginny-.

Things didn't get much better. We came back to California and I got a pretty fair job in an electronics plant. Linda was still hitting the bottle, and I suspected-sleeping around. But she seemed to take good care of Ginny, and it sort of made up for what I missed from the rest of my marriage. Our sex fell off to almost nothing. I went for one spell for over five months without having any sex from Linda. I was a pretty healthy, normal guy that way, and it bothered me. It got me mean, and I began to drink way too much. Linda would take off for bars almost every night. Half the time, I'd drink myself numb, see that Ginny was fed and put to bed, and then tumble into bed myself. I used to have nightmares and crying jags, and as Ginny got older, she began to be pretty hep to what was going on.

She was 10, then, and when I'd cry out in my sleep or drunken stupor, she would come and get into bed with me and put her arms around me and soothe me-almost like a grown woman. It got to be almost every night. Linda and I had some dillies of arguments over it, when she'd come home at three or four and find Ginny in bed with me-often, I'd be stark naked.

One night, I told her point blank that she was either going to begin giving me my regular "ass" or I was going to take Ginny and get out. We didn't know that Ginny was still awake and watching, but Linda, half drunk, stripped naked and showed me teeth marks on her breasts and stomach.

"You want second helpings, Sarge," she yelled. "You want what's left over after a real man got through?"

I hit her pretty good, and she left. I was sober, by then, and when I went back to bed, I heard Ginny crying. I went in to see what was the matter and she threw her arms around my neck and cried, over and over-"You can have my ass, daddy. You can have any of me."

I guess I began to notice for the first time that she wasn't a baby anymore. Her breasts were beginning to swell, and there was the faintest trace of hair beneath her arms and around her pussy. It was a cute little box, with nice full lips and it hardened my cock. I told her to go to sleep, that everything would be all right, but I tossed and turned all night, remembering the sight of her budding body and her child-like offer. She was awake also, and towards daylight, she came in and sat on the bed. With the openness of a kid, she asked right out, what I meant when I'd told Linda that I wanted my "ass." I tried to put her off, but she was pretty wise, like most kids are before you realize it. She told me she had heard about fucking, and other things, and wanted to know if that was what I meant. I couldn't answer her. I was shocked, I suppose. Then it dawned on me that maybe some boy had tried it with her, and I got sort of mad. I grabbed her and shook her, and asked her if any boy had ever put his hands between her legs, or had tried to put his thing inside her. She told me that no boy had, but that one of the men teachers at school had held her on his lap once, and had tried to put his finger inside her. She had been scared, but said it had felt "tickley."

I got so mad I cried, and that shook her up. She put her arms around me again and kissed my lips, telling me that she didn't mean to make me cry. Then, I began kissing her-first her neck and shoulders, then her breasts and her stomach. I was astounded at the way she responded to it, returning kiss for kiss, putting her tongue in my mouth, panting and rubbing her hands over my hard, throbbing prick. I was too scared to try to have intercourse, but I performed cunnilingus and masturbated her with my fingers. She masturbated me, in a rough sort of way and I remember how embarrassed I was when I had an ejaculation in her hand. When it was over, she laid there, smiling at me-glad that she had made me happy that we had shared something new, and to her, adventurous.

I felt guilty and hated myself and promised that I'd never touch her again. Linda stayed away for three weeks, that time, and every night, in spite of my fighting myself, Ginny and I slept together-never having real intercourse, but performing everything short of it for each other. I began to go crazy, wanting to enter her with my penis, and I knew I had to do something soon, before it ended in tragedy.

Linda came home, stayed for one night-long enough to fill Ginny with a bunch of crap that she didn't understand-then she took off for good, though I didn't know it then. But that night, I went all the way with Ginny. It's hard to talk about it, but I've got to. I started out as usual, performing cunnilingus and at the same time, masturbating myself. After a few minutes, I felt Ginny pulling me on top of her, withdrawing my mouth from her body. I guess maybe she had been wondering for a long time what it would be like-just as I had. I remember clearly that I put my finger inside her pussy, feeling all around, wondering if she was big enough for my cock. I didn't want to hurt her, but I wanted her so badly-worse than I'd ever wanted her mother, or any other woman, for that matter. That hot, wet pussy was driving me insane.