The boss simply stood trembling in the scene, watching his wife behind my ass, sucking in my asshole. I wanted to talk, to say something, to assure him that it wasn't my fault, that I had been seduced by his wife and her girl friend. But my voice couldn't raise itself above an unintelligible whisper.
For an eternity, it seemed to me, my boss stood very still and watched his wife suck my ass. Then, he turned, and walked out of the room, and out of the house. The shock of his discovery couldn't have had a more powerful effect on him than it did on me. I knew then that something terrible had happened inside of my body. And it did happen. I became impotent.
From that moment on, I couldn't raise a hard on. Every time I tried, the image of my boss, his face ashen, his accusing eyes boring into me, leaped into my mind. My penis simply refused to cooperate. My sexual life came to a complete end...
ANALYST: Did you consult a physician? Perhaps there was something physically wrong with you.
RICHARD: There was nothing wrong with me, physically.
A: You felt guilty about having sexual relations with your employer's wife?
R: Maybe. But that was only a part of it. He fired me. And he blackballed me with other companies. I became unemployable.
A: You felt worthless because of your lack of employment.
R: Yes, and also about my inability to do anything about the situation. I couldn't get a job, I couldn't get a hard on. At the age of forty-six, I was suddenly through, all washed up.
A: What did you try to do about your situation?
R: Every day, I would get up and make the rounds of employment agencies.
A: And what did you try to do about your sex life?
R: Everything. One by one, I dated all of my former girl friends.
A: Did they arouse you?
R: Not one. It was humiliating, and even made me feel worse. Every time, I tried to get a hard on and failed, I became more depressed. Then, I got an inspiration.
A: An inspiration?
R: Yes. I remembered the scene with Lulu and the black girl.
A: About your identifying them with your daughter and mother.
R: That's right.
A: Is that when you tried to have sexual relations with your daughter?
R: Oh no. I didn't have the nerve to fuck Cissy at that point. I had to... experiment.
A: In what way?
R: I... hired a whore to dress like Cissy and one to play the role of my mother. If that could get a rise out of me, I'd know I could screw my daughter.
A: What happened?
RICHARD: It failed, miserably. The whores were too hard, too unsympathetic. I simply couldn't identify them with my daughter and mother. I, paid them off, and got rid of them. They must have thought I was some kind of queer because I couldn't bone up. At that point I had even considered doing away with myself. And I was still brooding and half drunk when my mother came to visit me. She had just married again for the fifth time and was going to take a cruise. Although she was in her sixties, she had married a much younger man. She loved to fuck and have a good time. And when I told her that I had grown impotent, she merely laughed.
"Nonsense," she told me. "All you need is inspiration, the right partner. Stop fucking those cheap whores you run around with and find someone in your own class."
I reminded her that my previous wife had been in my own class but much too puritanical for me. Then, I told her what had happened between Lulu, the black girl and myself.
Mom looked serious. "I had always wondered what happened," she said in a thoughtful voice. "The old bastard caught you screwing his wife and fired you. I really don't blame him." Then, she laughed. "But why the gloom? There's plenty more jobs."
I shook my head. "He's blackballed me. I can't find employment. And I can't get a hard on anymore. I'm through, Mom, through."
She shook her head. "It's all in your mind, Son. You're as good as ever. You managed to get a bone on for Lulu and the black girl."
"But even that bone on was perverse," I cried out. The thought of my incest hangup terrified me.
"In what way?" Mom wanted to know. "There's nothing wrong with a bit of perverseness," she added with a smile.
I avoided her eyes. "I kept thinking of... Cissy," I blurted out the terrible truth. "I kept thinking of my own daughter. I kept seeing her mouth over my cock, sucking, pulling it with her teeth, rolling her tongue over the shaft and along the balls."
A strange look came into Mom's eyes. She seemed intent in milking every detail out of me. "What else did you think of?" she demanded to know. "Did you...?"
"Think of you, too?" I asked with a sad smile. "Yes, I did."
Mom laughed, heartily. "Wonderful!" she exclaimed to my complete surprise. "You're normal, Son. You're a part of my family."
I looked puzzled.
My mother explained. "Incest has been a part of our family heritage for generations. My father fucked me on my twelfth birthday, and I've never forgotten it. He broke me in."
For some reason, this bit of news didn't really shock me. Mother had always been liberal in her thoughts and actions. Still, she had never tried to make me, and I was her son.
"You never ever fucked me," I said, simply as though I was accusing her of a terrible neglect.
"Never had the opportunity," she replied, sadly. "Your father who is fortunately no longer with us was jealous, and watched me like a hawk. But I must confess," she added with a wink, "I would have wanted to fuck you."
This candid admission from my own mother disturbed me. "I don't think it's right," I told her. "Thinking about it is one thing. But actually consummating an incestuous fuck is something else again."
"Oh bullshit," Mom spat but she was still smiling. "When you stick that prick of yours into a cunt, do you think it feels any different if that box belongs to a stranger or to a member of your own family? No," she quickly answered her own question. "Not at all. And," she gushed on, "before I go cruising with my pissy-assed husband of mine, I'm going to prove my point to you."
I looked horrified. "You don't mean...?"
She nodded. "I do mean. You're going to fuck me, Son. You're going to fuck your mother, and you're going to get cured. And you'll thank me for being good to you."
"Incest, is perverse," I reminded her.
"I'll prove it is not perverse," Mom stated, emphatically. "Take off your clothes," she ordered. "I'm going to fuck you."
I reminded her. "I'm impotent, Mom. Can't get a hard-on. It'll only embarrass me. And besides," I maintained, "the idea of having sexual relations with my own mother turns me off. I would be doubly impotent."
Mom no longer paid any attention to my feeble protests. I had never been able to argue with my own mother. "Take off your clothes," she ordered once again, and this time put authority in her voice.
I stood up. "Where," I asked, "where is this-this incest thing going to take place? Here, or in the bedroom?"
Mom was already undressing. "A fuck should be a spontaneous thing," Mom told me. "I've got the urge to do it now, right here, in the living room. And that's where we're going to carry out that urge."
I started to tumble with my clothes but stopped to ogle my mother's body. She had disrobed so quickly that before I could even un-zip, she stepped out of the last of her garments and revealed her naked body to me. Although my mother was in her middle sixties, she was still an attractive woman in her earlier days, she had been on the stage, and retained good looks, and a firm figure. Her hair had turned gray, of course, but that only made her look more matronly, more desirable in the eyes of younger men with a mother-hangup. I personally never did have such a hangup. The women I fucked, including my own wife, were all younger than myself. Still, I found myself staring at Mom's naked body as though she was a desirable girl friend. Never before had I realized a woman turned gray around her pussy when she reached an advanced age. Mom's hairs sprouted a long and silvery-gray around her cunt that she was now fondling in a lewd way. Her breasts were still quite large although they did sag a bit. To my surprise, the cheeks of her ass had remained firm, and edible looking despite her age.