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“epidemic” proportions. For people of all ages, divorce grows ever more familiar, one of the routine hazards of life, like having a fiat tire or getting fired from a job. Consider some other figures from the Bureau of the Census: The divorce rate had doubled (from 2.5 to 5.0 per 1,000

population) in the decade 1966-1976. By 1978 it rose to 5.2. One out of every five (5.4 in 1977) children of school age today lives in one-parent families.

The number of households headed by women has increased by 55% in the past ten years. An estimated 45% of children born this year will live in single-parent homes for at least part of their youth.*

Figures like these are usually considered only in terms of the psychological damage done to the children concerned.

What is ignored is that the single parent too often suffers emotional – and sexual – deprivation. Can we be surprised, in this permissive age when everyone seems to be in favor of

* Paul C. Glick, Senior Demographer, Population Division, Bureau of the Census. Personal
communication June 12, 1979.

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doing everything, if a lonely young mother decides she will not be the only one starving at the feast of life, and slides over the border between a son’s affectionate kisses and a young man’s embrace?

Indeed, in a house where a sexually developing boy lives with a sexually forlorn woman, can it be said that incestuous wishes are entirely the grown-up’s idea? Please note how often men in this chapter write that they grew up in a family in which the father was either dead, absent, or disinterested.

This is one of the characteristic emotional plagues of our time, so prevalent that the Mormons have begun to run TV

commercials to fight it. The screen shows a man picking up a set of golf clubs. A voice asks him, “Remember when you promised yourself to spend more time with your kids next week? It’s next week.”

Every time dad storms out of the house during a quarrel or goes off on a jaunt of his own, the son’s hopes that this time mother will be his alone are nourished. If the oedipal rival has left for good, if there is no longer night-after-night proof in mother’s bed in the shape of a man twice as big as you that mother can never be yours, what desires may not be reborn?

To a child, whatever the parent does is a lesson about how the world works. It feels right, it’s natural, “how things are.”

“Go to school and you’ll learn to be a smart boy,” mother says, and her son goes. “Come to bed and kiss Mommie,” she says, and the boy comes.

DYSON

I’m twenty years old and have enjoyed many times the company of a female as well as fun with a few of the guys whom I have known since school days.

Let’s go back to the time I was about eight years old. It was when I was jerking off my cock in the storage room in our home. Guess the room was to have been a bedroom but our parents never finished it and it became the back room Men In Love

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where we kept everything from camping gear, Christmas ornaments, clothes, to a bed which was my play bench. When I wished to jerk off I would go to this room, strip my clothes off and lay on a mattress which was stretched out on the top of a bed frame and play with my cock. I tried to roll up into a ball and suck my cock but could only get the tip to my mouth. So it was just fun to play with my cock and to imagine I had a girl or boy with me. Guess I must have been noticed by my two older sisters because I got caught stark ass naked by both of them. Scared boy I was as they told me they were going to tell Mom what I was doing. My older sister, who was sixteen, laid down by me and kissed me and told me that neither one would tell Mom so to relax. Then my other sister laid down on the other side of me and both of them kissed me like I was a lost friend. In a very short time both of them had me locked in their legs and were running their hands all over my belly, neck, sides and the big surprise came when my oldest sister got my cock in her hands and asked me if this is the way I was playing with my cock. She was pumping my cock real fast. My other sister was kissing me, giving me a suck mark on my neck, and when she got her lips up to my mouth she forced her tongue into my mouth and that was all I needed. Then I felt a funny feeling at my cock. My older sister got completely undressed and was taking my other sister’s clothes off. We were all naked. Both of them went down on my cock, sucking until I started to squirm. The more I squirmed the bigger the hug I was getting. I told them my cock was getting sore so they quit. We laid there for a long time and both told me that if I would not tell Mom we could all do this a lot. We got dressed and after that day when either one was alone I let them suck my cock.

Both are now married, and while we sometimes try to get together for more sessions, my sex life with my sisters has been mostly reduced to thinking about how it would be. The big turn-on in my daydreams is that if my brothers-in-law knew, we would be in a hell of a mess, but since they don’t know, it just adds more to the fun. My favorite fantasy is to Nancy Friday

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imagine one of my sisters lying naked in bed with her legs spread apart, and my other sister, she is naked too, she holds the cunt lips open with one hand, while with the other, she is guiding my cock in. Then while I’m pumping away on the one, the other gets on the bed, ass backwards to me, so that while I’m fucking one, I have the other’s juicy cunt facing me to suck out.

BENNET

I am twenty-five, single, and a salesman. Income about $20,000 gross.

My sister, who is two years younger, lives in a town I am visiting. She is an artist, free-lancing. Tomorrow I am going to look her up. I have not seen Sis for a long time, and I am very fond of her. Tonight I am going to find me a girl and have a good time. A taxi driver gives me a number to call.

The lady on the phone tells me she has just the girl I want.

She will send the girl to my hotel room at 7 P.m. The fee will be a hundred dollars. I shave, shower, dress, and wait. At seven, I hear a knock on the door. I wonder what the girl looks like. When I opened it, whom do I find there? My own sister.

She seems confused, and wonders whether to run away or come in. Sis knows that if she tells me this was a mistake, I would wonder where my date was. I tell Sis I am delighted to see her and that I was going to look her up tomorrow. I pro-pose to take Sis out on the town. I take my sister to a beautiful restaurant. There we have a few drinks and a beautiful dinner. Sis asks me how are Mom and Dad. I tell her they are fine. I ask Sis why she stopped writing. Well, she did not want to disappoint Mom and Dad, but she did not like office work. One of her girl friends had suggested since Sis was already dating men, to do it for money. The work was easy and pleasant. A certain lady would get her clients and keep her out of trouble because she had friends at City Hall.

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When the time came for us to leave, Sis wanted to come to my hotel room so we could talk some more. Once in my room, we had a few more drinks; and Sis begged me not to tell Mom and Dad what happened. I tell my sister I love her and will not utter a word. My sister feels since I was willing to pay $100.00 for a girl, I must be very lonely; and she would stay with me all night. I tell Sis that if she does not want it, I don’t want it; and Sis tells me if I want it, she also wants it. We come to the conclusion that we both want it. So, I will sleep with my little sister.

I call her my little sister out of habit. Like me, my sister is tall and hefty. Since she left home, she has filled out in the right places. Sis would make a beautiful cushion beneath any man. As I look at my beautiful sister, I ask myself: Is there any valid reason why I should not fuck her? Being a call girl, my sister must have fucked a least a hundred different men.

Was my beautiful sister not good enough for a horny bastard like me who would fuck a rattlesnake? All my life long I have been fighting for women’s rights. To see women degraded and oppressed by men always made me sick. Hell yes, I would love to fuck my sister; but I have to make it right, I want to enjoy every minute of it. Now I am afraid if I don’t fuck my sister right away, I will never get another chance. I undress Sis and kiss her from head to toe, including her beautiful cunt that looks exactly like Linda Lovelace’s.

As I fuck my sister, I try to feel the difference between her and other women. Is it different fucking one’s own sister?

Yes, but not in a physical way. Because of our affinity, it is more beautiful in a spiritual way. Fucking my sister was much more emotionally satisfying. It was more love than sex.

I could easily fuck another woman without loving her. I don’t think I could have fucked Sis if I did not love her.

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SAILOR

I am in the United States Navy, on board a ship which is presently deployed in the eastern Mediterranean. I am nineteen years of age. I will turn twenty in September this year. I am white, blond haired, blue eyed, five-nine. So much for an introduction.

When I am in bed with a lover, my ultimate goal is to please her as much as I can. I do this with an extreme amount of foreplay. I love to eat pussy. Well, when my lover and I are fucking, naturally, I start to feel myself starting to come.

Yet it feels so deliciously fine, fucking her, that I want to go on as long as I can. So what I do is I try not to think of things like how good it feels, how soft her skin is, and all the other wonderful sensations and feelings. Instead of coming, which means an end for a while anyway, I have trained my mind to switch to rather complicated math problems. I manage to get to a level where I am still rock hard, but not as near to climax as I was. Then I build up to it again, switch back to math in my head, and I just seem to go on and on, until I want to come. I can last anywhere from thirty minutes to two hours, depending on how long I want to last, and how responsive my lover is. This might sound sort of weird, but it’s always worked for me.

I find that my sex life is very active. I can go many times.

However, I do have sexual fantasies. They are mainly about my sisters. One is twenty-nine, the other is twenty-four. I feel that it stems from the fact that I can’t seem to distinguish between memory and fantasies. My oldest sister and I were very close. I used to spend hours watching her make her face up. I used to love to brush her hair. She always like to get me to massage her back for her. This was when I was a little older, just getting into my teens. She still does, whenever I take the time and effort involved to visit with her. Whenever I would massage her back, I would get very horny. I never did once say anything about it. I remember when I was very young, she was laying on her bed and I was laying beside her Men In Love

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playing with her pussy. However, I don’t know whether this is a true memory or a fantasy that my head has made up. I had to have been around seven or eight at the time this might have happened. I also remember around that age a dream I had that I married my sister. Just recently, within the last year, did I realize how much I would like to fuck her, and I intend to do so. My sister and I have planned a long trip together, when I get back to the United States. We will be with each other on the road for about five days, and I intend to let her know that I have feelings for her that go beyond brother love.

DAN

I am thirty-eight years old, married; and we have five children. I am the middle child; I have an older sister and a younger sister. Growing up in our home was not especially happy because my father was a real domineering bastard; and all of us, including my mother, had to toe the line at all times.

As soon as I could, I went into the service. Not long after I got out, I married. It really bothered my younger sister that I had to get married because my wife was pregnant. This sister, Sally, and I had always been close. In a way, she idolized me; and I must have really disappointed her. Anyway, she went away to nursing school, got married, had two kids, and we seldom see each other.

I tell you all this because for the past three years I have bad a consistent fantasy about Sally. My wife and I don’t have a very good sex life anymore. She puts out for me, and that is about all. The only way I can come with my wife is when I fantasize. Almost all of my fantasies when I screw my wife are about Sally. I’ve never told my wife about this because she is very jealous of Sally. Always has been.

Here is my fantasy about my sister: There is a party at my house. A lot of people are there, including Sally. At some point, she and I are dancing. (She and I both love to dance.) Nancy Friday

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The music is slow, a 1950’s song. She snuggles up to me and rubs the back of my neck. Her pelvis tilts gently, but firmly against my crotch. I try to ignore this, but there is no denying that my cock has become hard. Sally looks up at me and quietly smiles. It’s a magic moment. I think, God she knows what she is doing. My hand around her waist slips down to cup her firm, rounded ass. The fingers of my other hand gently stroke her breast. I feel happy and excited at the same time. But I’m also afraid the record will stop and the spell will be broken.

Sally whispers in my ear, “Dan, Dan, Dan.” I kiss her on the cheek. She looks up at me and kisses me on the mouth, a full, wet, sexy kiss. I say to her, “Oh, Sally, I want you so much. I’ve wanted you for such a very long time.” She says,

“I’m yours.”

I take her by the hand, and we go into one of the kids’

rooms. At first we kiss gently, as if discovering each other’s lips and faces for the first time. Then our kissing becomes more passionate. A full moon is coming through the window.

I say to her, “You are the most beautiful, the most enchanting woman I have ever known; and I mean every word of that.” Slowly, almost delicately, I unbutton her blouse, and what a delight to discover that she isn’t wearing a bra. I kiss each of her breasts. I unzip her skirt and it falls to the floor. Slowly, my hands descend with me as I pull down her panties, over her firm tummy, exposing her bush, and down her legs.

Quickly, she steps out of her panties and kicks them aside. I pull her to me; and my hands run over her shoulders, her back, her ass.