Jack Benjamin: The Paths Of Incest

I had sense enough to get some vaseline from the bathroom and I coated my prick heavily with it and rubbed some in Ginny's vagina. It was easier that I thought it would be. Ginny winced a little, then urged me on in. It was like I'd never even had another woman. It was-skyrockets, cool water, heavenly skies-it was perfect! My own daughter was the most exciting fuck I'd ever had! Ginny seemed to enjoy it too, except for the last few thrusts as I was coming. I guess I got carried away and went in a little too far. Funny, but I never thought of pulling out, or about her getting pregnant-not that time.

I left it in her and asked her if anything had happened for her. She said "a little," but not as good as when I masturbated her or kissed her pussy lips and put my tongue inside her. But, she said it would be better next time, that she'd try harder to keep up with my movements.

When she said that, it woke me up to what I had actually done. Intercourse with my own daughter! Somehow, the other hadn't bothered me like this. Oh, I felt guilty, but I justified it because I really hadn't done any physical harm to her, and she had enjoyed it also.

Ginny bled a little, and that worried me, but she was all right the next morning-a little sore, she said, but happy that we had really gone all the way.

I was only working part time, and I was home one day when a girl friend of Ginny's came over. Ginny was still at school, and this kid asked if she could wait. I felt edgy-this girl was about 13, and had fully shaped breasts and rounded hips and good legs, like a woman. And she was a sexy thing, sitting there on the couch, letting me see her panties. I carried on some awkward conversation about her and Ginny's school work, then told her to turn the TV on, that I had to do up some dishes. She jumped up and said she'd do them for me, and I let her. I studied her, the way she kept looking at me, but I didn't touch her. When she had finished, she walked up to me and looked up at me like I've seen Korean prostitutes look, and she said: "Is there anything else you want, before I go?"

Those breasts jutting out, that mouth half open-I just grabbed her and began kissing her and feeling her up. She was as hot as a firecracker. I remember, when I was taking her panties off in the bedroom, asking her if she'd ever done this before, and she laughed and said "Lots of times." After I got into her, I knew she wasn't lying she was no expert, but it sure wasn't her first time with sex. I know she came when I did, and she wanted to go again, but I had begun to panic by then. This one, I kept thinking, is old enough to have a baby! She got dressed just before Ginny arrived, and I knew by the glances they exchanged that this girl friend was going to blab to my daughter just as quickly as she could, what had happened.

That night, I had Ginny again, and after we'd finished, she asked me if I had had her girl friend that afternoon. I couldn't lie to her for the life of me, but I apologized all over the place, just as if Ginny were my wife and I'd been unfaithful. Ginny just shrugged it off, but I couldn't. I was worried sick that the girl would become pregnant, and I avoided her for weeks when she came around.

Then, one night, in walked Linda with two detectives and a warrant for my arrest! She was clever. She caught Ginny and me in bed, stark naked-in fact, we had just finished intercourse and it was obvious to anyone with eyes. They took Ginny to juvenile hall and me to jail. When they questioned Ginny, she went all to pieces and blabbed the whole thing-including the episode with her girl friend. I never blamed her, poor little thing. What a hell of a world her mother and I had made for her.

Later, after his sentence had been served, Bill went out of town and got a job as a gas station attendant. Ginny had been put in a foster home after the court had refused to give custody to Linda.

Much later in his therapy, Bill confessed to deep, bothersome longings to have intercourse with girls-not mature girls or women-but girls between the age of his daughter and her girl friend. He tried prostitutes, but found that because of his sexual hang-up, he could not get an erection.

Then one night, in this small town where he had gone, Bill seduced a girl in the gas station, when she came in to get a bottle of pop from the vending machine. Fortunately, Bill snapped out of it before he had intercourse with the child, or had even molested her. He locked the station after the frightened girl had fled, not even taking his salary due, and fled in the clothes he was wearing. After a month of actual bumming, he returned to the Los Angeles area. He got a job, and his first pay period, began taking psychiatric treatments.

At this writing, the prognosis for Bill is clouded. He has admitted during therapy sessions that he has tried hanging around homosexual bars, desperately seeking the answer to his sexual hang-up. He has been as unsuccessful with homosexuals as he has been with mature women. Meantime, he has had himself sterilized, feeling that this might at least allay his fears of impregnating a young girl.

When he finally returned to the hypno-therapist, it was to learn to master self-hypnosis. He wants to implant the idea in his mind that he cannot ever again get an erection with any female but a fully matured woman.

Questioning a prominent hypno-therapist of long standing respect in the area, we were assured that this might be Bill's answer, if he goes about the self-help intelligently and seriously. The hypnotist explained that the subconscious (with which hypnosis deals) will not be fooled. That is, Bill will have to use logic and reason in his conscious thinking that will be adapted and acted on by his subconscious.

From all indications, he will do this. Bill has now joined a social club for older adults and is at the present time, at least removing himself from temptation. He lives in an apartment building which does not allow children, works steadily and seems to be on his way to a normal, adult sex life.

Bill cannot, by court ruling, see his daughter except while she is in the company of her foster parents, in their home. He has not as yet gained enough self-confidence to attempt even such a visit.

Seduction is a two-way street

The story of Al and his daughter, Marge, is much more typical than most persons might think, and, for this reason, it merits inclusion here.

Al is typical of many incestuous fathers in that he is a well-to-do, middle class, family man who seems to have been caught in the maelstrom of changing sexual mores. Perhaps thirty years ago, in the same economic and social structure, Al might never have been involved in incest, but that is at best, a supposition. Al was an engineer who made a fine salary, had a good home, cars, country club membership-the symbols of the affluent life of the middle-class American today. Al was also the victim of some rapidly changing sex patterns with which he was unable to cope. His wife, an attractive, shapely vibrant and intelligent woman, had begun to have casual affairs from the time she no longer had to work-particularly after their daughter, Melody, entered school. like many other women, Valerie found life boring. She tried to be content with the usual neighborhood functions, PTA meetings, and with her home life, but she couldn't make it. She began visiting the poker parlors in Gardena, a suburb of Los Angeles, and-she began to lose heavily. She also took up with a couple of the regulars at the place, and one of them, a part owner, began paying Valerie's losses, in return for which she became his part-time mistress.

It took a year for Al to realize that he was losing his wife and that his home was in jeopardy. He blamed himself because he had worked long hours most days, and felt that he had really not given enough effort to the social side of their married life. He cut his hours, launched a campaign of dinners, parties and dances, both at their lovely home and at other places. For a time, it worked. Then Valerie went off on another of her tangents. She joined a way-out sex group (without Al's knowledge) and began to spend afternoons in sex orgies. She still tried to maintain a semblance of interest in her marriage and in Melody, but she made no bones about telling Al that he bored her, always had, always would. They separated, quietly, with Al insisting that he keep Melody and hire a housekeeper, until and if they decided on a divorce. At the time, Al threatened to expose Val's sex peccadilloes if she tried to take custody of Melody, and Valerie was shrewd enough to know that she was holding a losing hand in the game, and she backed off.