A: Why do you find it necessary to have sexual relations with your own son?
O: in a way I don't think of having relations with my own son. When I fuck him, he's really my... husband. My late husband.
A: You see certain traits in your son that reminds you of your late husband?
O: Very much so. Yes. Ted becomes my husband in bed. At least, in my mind.
A: Did you have a successful sexual relationship with your husband?
O: The very best. Raymond, my husband, was a bull of a man. He'd fuck me every day. Sometimes in the bathtub, or when I was sittin on the john, he'd go down on me and suck my cunt.
A: A virile man.
O: Yes, and of course after he left me so suddenly I was disconsolate, broken up, I thought I'd go crazy.
A: And so, you turned to your son who was at the age of puberty.
O: No, not right away. After all, incest isn't something one does swiftly or without thought.
A: What made you finally decide to have sexual relations with your son?
O: I found out that Ted had sexual relations with his grandmother.
A: On what side of the family.
O: The woman was the mother of my husband.
A: She is still living?
O: Oh yes, a very strong, robust and horny, old woman. She was the first to get into my Teddy's pants.
A: How did you find out?
O: The old woman told me.
A: She confessed? A sixty-five-year-old woman?
O: Yes, she confessed to sleeping with my twelve-year-old son. And she was quite proud of her accomplishment. She did seduce him, successfully.
A: Why did she tell you.
O: Because she urged me to fuck him too. She said he was as good as her son if not better.
A: The old woman knew her son was virile in bed?
O: Oh yes, I'm sure she had fucked him at one time or another.
A: Did she admit to having incestuous relations with your husband?
O: No, not directly. But I can read between the lines.
A: But she did admit to having sexual relations with your son?
O: Yes she did.
A: This experience must have had a profound effect on your son.
O: It did. It also influenced my attitude towards incest.
A: How did your mother-in-law seduce your son who happens to be her grandson?
ODELIA: After my husband died so suddenly, I was disconsolate, and not fit to be around my son. Someone had to take care of him. After all, poor Teddy was only twelve at the time. I immediately arranged with my mother-in-law to take care of the boy for a few weeks or months. At least, until I recovered from the terrible shock of my husband's abrupt passing. My mother-in-law agreed, quickly.
My mother-in-law is in her late sixties but she belongs to the class of wealthy, pampered women who remain youthful looking despite their advanced age. She dresses smartly, and has nothing better to do than to take care of her health and figure. She also is a widow and is constantly on the go. Las Vegas and so forth. She loves to dance and have a good time. She doesn't act nor look like Whistler's mother. Ted didn't mind staying with her since she lives in a mansion of a home, and like all doting grandmothers is willing to cater to the boy's every whim.
As Grace, my mother-in-law later explained, the moment Teddy walked into her home, she got hot pants to fuck him. But she was smart enough to attempt the seduction in a discreet way. If she was too abrupt in her demand for his cock, she'd scare the boy who could report her and make trouble. But after the first day and night alone with the boy she was masturbating at almost every hour. Once she happened to walk into the bathroom when he was taking a shower and inadvertently got a glimpse of his dick.
"Oh how the boy is hung!" she gushed to me. "I've got to make him. He reminds me so much of my own son." And then she went on to describe in ecstatic detail the size, shape and coloring of my boy's cock.
I was mildly surprised at her confession of lust for a boy who was only twelve years old. But I was in no position to dispute or reprove her lustful yearnings. My husband had made her the executrix of the estate, and my future inheritance depended on this woman. She was in the driver's seat. Even the monthly allowance I received from my husband's estate came from Grace. All I could do was listen and make a mild protest.
"But the boy is so young," I told her.
"Bullshit," the silver-haired woman snorted. "My own son was even younger when he started to ball. Do you want Teddy to grow up and become a pansy, a Goddamned queer?"
"No," I replied. "But I think he's too young and too innocent. After all Grace you're his grandmother. Suppose he has a traumatic after-effect."
The old woman snorted, "Suppose nothing," she retorted. "He'll get broken in early, and it will do him the world of good. All this education about a boy being too young to fuck is nonsense. It doesn't go over anymore. More harm is done by keeping young boys virginal. They should get fucked as early as possible."
I sighed. The strong-willed, old woman had the upper hand. If I protested too much, she'd give me a hard time with the estate money. And I was hoping to take a long vacation, a cruise to get away for a while. I had no alternative but to let her have her way with my boy. And there was a possibility she could be right. I knew Teddy was jacking off, and perhaps a good piece of ass would do him a bit of good. I tried to close my eyes and mind to the incest part. At that time, I didn't think it was right for a woman to screw her own grandson. And yet, I replied in the affirmative:
"All right," I said.
Later on Grace told me how she managed to break down Ted's natural resistance to getting fucked by his own grandmother. She had decided to get him in the mood by showing him some hot fuck movies. However, she didn't tell Ted that the movies were on the erotic side.
One evening when they were alone in the house, Grace asked the boy if he wanted to watch some movies that had belonged to her own son.
Of course the boy agreed since he loved to watch movies. Grace set up the home screen and projector, and sat alongside of Ted as she flicked on the machine. I knew that my husband had a taste for erotic movies but I didn't know that he lent them to his own mother. That confirmed my suspicion he used to screw her. At any rate, Grace had no hesitance in turning on the reel, and letting my twelve-year-old son watch a thoroughly disgusting sex movie. By chance, or perhaps it wasn't quite by chance, the theme of this particular movie had to do with a mother-son fucking scene.
In this particular movie, the mother was portrayed by a woman who was probably the same age as Grace. Her son was in his teens in the movie, the mother inadvertently walks into the bathroom while her son is seated on the john and masturbating himself. She pretends to be shocked. The boy, his pants down and his long, stiff tool in his band looks ashamed and disturbed at being caught by his gray-haired, old mother.
"What are you doing?" she demanded to know of her son.
"Jacking off," came the reply. The boy in the movie looked about fifteen years old.
"Why?" asked the woman. "What good does that do you?"
The boy, his hand still holding the cock, replied, "Sometimes I just have to ball, Mom. But I don't have a girl friend. Even if I did, she wouldn't do the things I fantasize about, the things that really turn me on."
The look of shock and horror disappeared from the womans face. She looked more kindly, more understanding. Her son had a problem, and she wanted to know about that problem, and try to help if possible.
"What do you fantasize when you masturbate?" the mother asked.
The son blushed crimson.
"Please tell me, darling," the soft-faced, old woman urged. "I want to help. You do need help, dear."
With his fist still curled around the long, and still very stiff prick, he replied, "It's kind of far out but I can't help it. Every time I jack off I think of doing this kind of thing, and I blow my load almost immediately."