Diary of the Daughter E-Book

Zoe Jasmine

• Herausgeber: Night Hauler Publishers
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

That there is a "generation gap" in nearly every region of life in the United States today is indisputable. It ranges from views on politics and outside relations to clergy precepts and including patriotism. This gap is increasing with each successful day, and one of the more obvious rifts seems to be in the behaviour in which the old and the new generations look at sex.

The junior ones are credited with instigating a so-called sex gyration, but recent surveys indicate} that it was not started by them, but kinda was strained by them into the coarse, where most of the old device reluctantly were forced to examine at not only themselves, in the nude illumination of actuality, but their relation.

To assume, nonetheless, that there has ever been a sincere division in the sex relations of the old and the new generations, is to err sadly. Less uncertainty remains in the minds of skilful sexologists, researchers, psychiatrists and sociologists, that sex always has been and will always be a communal assembly soil for human beings of all ages. 

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Diary of the Daughter

The Darkness Behind Her Smile

Zoe Jasmine

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Foreword

That there is a "generation gap" in nearly every region of life in the United States today is indisputable. It ranges from views on politics and outside relations to clergy precepts and including patriotism. This gap is increasing with each successful day, and one of the more obvious rifts seems to be in the behaviour in which the old and the new generations look at sex.

The junior ones are credited with instigating a so-called sex gyration, but recent surveys indicate} that it was not started by them, but kinda was strained by them into the coarse, where most of the old device reluctantly were forced to examine at not only themselves, in the nude illumination of actuality, but their relation.

To assume, nonetheless, that there has ever been a sincere division in the sex relations of the old and the new generations, is to err sadly. Less uncertainty remains in the minds of skilful sexologists, researchers, psychiatrists and sociologists, that sex always has been and will always be a communal assembly soil for human beings of all ages. To validation this evidence, we have combed the casebooks of sociologists, penologists and psychiatrists, and have chosen a few regular cases to elaborate the fact that there is no sexual "generation gap." As provided there are instances of incest, of seduction of the old by the adolescent, or the other way round, teenage harlotry, gayness and lesbianism between persons of far assorted ages, it is mere to see that there can be no deficiency of sexual communication between generations.

In the rattling nature of sex, the adolescent are staggeringly inviting to the old. Often, circumstances create the intended construction of a circuit between adolescent and old, as we shall see. Material necessity, rather than sexual desire, usually provides the start for sound sexual relations between members of assorted distinct generations.

The age of the sex mate is less of an issue in most instances, especially in the minds of the senior of the two partners. The sex urge itself, according to most experts, wanes slightly with the passing of age; yet, the knowledge to execute does degenerate from the early twenties on. But, as we shall see illustrated clearly, this is often an inducement and an superimposed magnet for both partners, adolescent and old.

We shall investigate in depth, instances involving senior women and adolescent boys, and experienced men and vulnerable girls, as the covering histories unfold from the mouths of the participants themselves. Then you shall determine for yourself if any actual generational gap exists today, in the all-important extent of sex.

Chapter One

The Bit

"I can see what you're aiming at in your book on the idea that there is no such thing as a sexual generation gap. I can talk to you now, because it's all behind me. It will never be forgotten, but I've learned to live with it.

"Incest is a dirty word, but I'm convinced that the act itself is far more common in families than a lot of people care to admit. There's a corny joke that has a root in the commonness of incest. It goes: 'The family that lays together, stays together.' Of course, it isn't true. Sooner or later you get caught, and nothing can bust a household wide open like finding that fathers are screwing daughters or mothers are fucking around with sons, and, most common of all, I think, brothers and sisters balling each other.

"I've read a lot of material concerning incest, since I got so tangled up with it, and I'm sure that there is a case or two in almost every family-uncles and nieces, aunts and nephews, first cousins, all the combinations that the law classes as incestuous.

"I suppose, because of all the uproar it caused, I remember everything more clearly.

I know the very first night it started, and every detail about it, "I was at home with just my father. My brothers, James and Roy, were at a basketball game. James was on the high school team, and Roy was on the freshman team. I was fourteen, and my mother was at the game to see James play. She was always that way-everything for 'the boys.' She made no bones about them being her favorites. She almost took a delight in flaunting that in my face. I was a homely kid, while James and Roy were 'her type.' Both of them look like her, while I look like my dad-big nose, thin lips, skinny body, the whole smear.

"Anyhow, it was a relief and a pleasure for me to have a night alone with dad. I guess now I know that I pitied him more than loved him- sort of a 'misery loves company' thing.

"We were more alike than anyone else in the family. We both liked good music-the classics, opera, that sort of thing. And we liked heavy drama. Mom was all for sports, like the boys-all action, never any serious talks or anything, like dad and I had.

"That's what we were doing that night-listening to the hi-fi in my room. Mom had fought against dad buying it for me, and when he stood his ground, she made him set it up in my room. So, when he wanted to listen, he had to come into my room.

The big, expensive set in the living room was for mom and the boys, and it was loaded with rock records, the 'Now' music, as mom always called it. She was trying to give the impression that she was a real young, cool chick, a swinger, who was able to keep up with her teenage sons and was far more hip than her husband and her 'square' daughter.

"I was in my nightie, a thin-materialed thing, and I was real relaxed. I sat on the bed, my arms wrapped around my knees, not even thinking that my pussy was showing clearly, and probably my asshole. Dad was lying on the bed, his chin on his hands, just listening lazily to the music. The first that I knew something was bothering him was when he began to squirm around, moving his hips in a slow circle. When I looked at him, I could see that his eyes were locked on my crotch. His eyes were hot, and he kept licking his lips. At first, I was going to put my legs down and cover my pussy, but I suddenly felt important. I got a kick out of seeing that 'something' in his eyes, so I just stayed that way, staring at him until his eyes finally met mine. He turned red, and dropped his eyes back to stare at my cunt. But we both got the message. He was getting hot for me and I was enjoying it.

"I watched his face coming closer as he inched his way across the bed, and neither of us said a word. I could hear his loud breathing, even over the music, and then I could feel his breath on my thighs as he moved his face in close to my cunt. I still had my legs up, and he reached up with both hands and spread my thighs wide, so I was sitting there with my pussy wide open, his tongue just an inch or so away from the lips of it. I knew he could see my little knob, just inside. I'd looked in the mirror a lot of times. I was fascinated by the look in his eyes and, without thinking, I reached out and pulled his head in closer, so that his mouth was right on my cunt.

"He began to make a moaning noise, as if he were in pain, as his tongue shot out and he began to lick the outer lips of my cunt. At every stroke, the tip of it would rub across my clit, and I began to go wild with the fires that were shooting up through my whole body. He reached around and grabbed my butt and pulled me down while he moved back quickly. He held his hands under both my ass cheeks and pulled my cunt up high, so he could use his tongue on the deeper parts of it.

"I was still in a partly upright position, and I was fascinated, watching his tongue go in and out of my cunt. I could feel his fingernails digging into my ass cheeks, and I even got a kick out of that. I reached down my hand and put my fingers near my cunt, so I could feel dad's tongue on them, on the way to licking my cunt. He licked my fingerseven nibbled on them a little. And all the time, he kept on making those, noises, moaning and gasping for breath.

"After a couple of minutes, he took one hand from under my ass and put it between my legs. Then I felt his finger going deep inside me, touching spots that I had never been able to reach when I played with myself, not even when I had used something, like a candle or the handle of my hairbrush. I just seemed to let loose of everything. I let my body buck and roll around like mad, meeting every stroke of his tongue and fingers with all of my cunt.

"He stopped licking my clit and began to chew on it-not hard, but it drove me up the walls. He changed from biting it to sucking on it, harder and harder, and inside a minute, everything went hazy. I came with such joy that I almost fainted. I'd come before while masturbating, but it was nothing like that. I just seemed to be floating in the air, feeling warm and good, and when dad felt my clitoris bucking up and down rapidly by itself, he just mouthed my cunt, his mouth open, tongue out, sucking and biting and slobbering. Finally, I just didn't have any strength left, and I just collapsed on my back.

"Dad kept on sucking and licking and fingering, and pretty soon, I was as alive as I had been when he first started. But I wanted more. I wanted to do something for him.

I wanted to see his cock, play with it, taste it-feel it inside my cunt!

"I pushed him away and scrambled down on the bed and undid his belt. He just laid back and raised his ass so I could slip his pants off, and I took off his shorts at the same time. He had a real big hard on, and it stood up hard against his stomach, like a baseball bat. I took it in my hand and began to skin back the foreskin of it. I almost drooled when I saw the wet, shiny head of it shoot out. I had sneaked up on my brothers a couple of times and watched them jerking off, so I knew how to make the right moves with dad's prick in my hand.

"He propped himself up on his elbows and just stared at me, hot-eyed, breathing hard. Then he said, 'Please suck it, Jan-please.'

"He didn't have to ask twice. I was hungry for the taste of it. I bent forward and took it in both my hands, skinning back the loose skin that covered the head of it. I touched it with the tip of my tongue, then I began to run my tongue around it, circling the head of it and running it up and down the whole length of it.

"When dad began to moan again, I put my hot mouth over his cock and plunged it deep into my mouth, sucking and using my tongue t«? tease it even more. Dad let out a big groan when his cock hit the very back of my throat, and I just wanted to swallow the whole thing. I could look up and see his eyes, and I wanted to just make him faint with happiness, like he had me.

"He slid back a little and propped his back against the headboard of my bed and he reached out and put his fingers near my mouth. I knew that he wanted me to suck and lick them, like he had mine, and I managed to set up a motion where I was licking his fingers and his cock at the same time, and when I plunged my mouth down deep over his cock, he would run a finger inside my mouth and wiggle it around, touching my tongue and his cock at the same time. I can't explain why, but there is an extra kick, a closeness, when you do that, that gives more warmth to the sucking.

"I began to suck faster and harder, and he took his fingers out of my mouth and put his hand on the top of my head, pushing me at the rate that he wanted me to bounce, while, he began to buck and roll, up and down and around. He gasped, 'I'm coming, baby-now!' and I felt hot liquid shoot into my mouth. It made me even more excited, and I swallowed it, licking and sucking until I knew there was no more left in him, or in my mouth. He began to go soft, but I still wanted to please him, and I sucked on the head of it while I ran my hand up and down the shaft, until it began to get hard again.

"After a little while, dad was hard again, and he pushed me away gently, then laid me back on the bed and spread my legs wide. He began to lick and nibble on my breasts, then he moved down and licked my stomach and the flesh near my pussy, where the hair stopped. All the while, he was playing with my cunt, sticking his fingers inside, toying with my clit, moving his fingers in deeper and touching the inner walls. I wanted to play with his cock, but I couldn't reach it. I had to almost beg him to fuck me. He seemed almost in a daze, playing with my whole body, kissing me, touching me all over with his hands and his mouth.

"I finally asked, 'Are you going to?' He acted dumb, saying, 'Going to what, sweetheart?'

"You know ... ' I said, trying to be coy. 'Do it to me, all the way ... Fuck me. Screw me ... I want it the right way.'

"It kind of stunned him at first, but he ran his hand up and down his cock and smiled at me. 'You know, honey,' he said in a husky voice, 'I've never had such a sweet thrill in my life. You're wonderful.'

"I blurted out, without even being aware that I was forming the thought, 'Am I better than her?' We both realized, at the same second, the implication of what I was saying. I was, at least in my own mind, competing sexually with my own mother!

Almost at the same instant, dad said, a hard smile on his mouth, 'Way better-way sweeter.'

"It was as if it unlocked a gate inside him. He crawled up so he was half on top of me, and for the first time in my whole life, I felt that he was feeling strong and confident, like a real man. He positioned my legs so my cunt was open to his cock.

He half mounted me, inserted his prick inside the lips of my pussy, and as he began to shove it in and out, slowly, he kissed my open mouth, his tongue sliding in and out, feeling my tongue, my teeth, the insides of my throat. And all the while, the pressure kept getting better on my clitoris. It didn't hurt at all. Even if it had, I don't think I would have noticed. I was too full of joy, pride, triumph!

"I felt I had grown up in one evening. I was a woman ... and a better one than my mother had ever been! My own father ought to know, and he had said so!

"I wasn't really consciously thinking that way, I was too busy concentrating on the heavenly feel of dad's prick plunging into me, turning every inch of me. I began to raise my leg, locking one around dad's thigh, and he slid one hand underneath my ass cheek and raised me up higher, allowing his cock to go in deeper with each stroke. I knew I was on the verge of a glorious new life, and when I felt all the fires shooting from dad's prick into my cunt, spreading all over my body, making my mind and heart happy, I didn't care about anything else in the world.

"We built up slowly, enjoying every tiny touch of each other's body, and at last, I knew he was going to come. He glued his mouth on mine, our tongues lashing at each other's, breathing each other's breath, feeling like our bodies were one piece of flesh, and then we exploded together. There's no other word to describe it better. It was like the Fourth of July fireworks that go high in the sky, then burst, spreading gold and red and silver light all over.

"Afterwards, we just lay there, suddenly aware that the music had been going all the time, and we kissed as I moved my pussy slowly, just wanting to feel him inside me.

"I was fourteen, and I'd dreamed a lot about how it would be when I finally got fucked. I never dreamed it would be like that-nor that it would be with my father. I had never thought much about the word 'incest,' and I would never have believed that my mild-mannered, self-effacing father would be involved in it. He was always in the shadow of my mother-my loud, domineering, almost masculine mother. But never again, not in my eyes, would my father ever be anything but a giant of a man, a sweet, gentle giant, made of love and passion."

In the incident of Riva W. and her father, we have almost the classical circumstances for incest between father and daughter. Riva put it very well when she tried to describe her feelings of triumph that accompanied her conquest of her father.

She had been dominated by a forceful, domineering mother figure, and, in addition, she had been given even more feelings of inferiority by her mother's indulgence of her two older brothers. Riva felt inadequate, and she was further frustrated by the fact that she was not able to flee into her femininity, for she resented the fact that she was of the same gender as her mother, not wanting to emulate her outgoing, overwhelming character.

Riva's mother, in the girl's eyes, was far from her idea of a real mother, wife and woman. She was far more masculine in her traits and outlook on the family, than was the gentler, more effete father.

Sex relations with her father were not wrong in Riva's mind. They were kindred spirits, as witness their sharing of a love of classical music and their apathy toward physical activities and prowess, whereas her mother gloried in it.

There is, in all instances, a Rivalry between daughters and mothers for the affection and attention of the father figure. It is obvious to the trained observer that Riva's mother had become quite disgusted with the lack of manly qualities (according to her standards) in her husband, and she had determined to make "real men" of her boys, throwing herself into the task as a leader and a participant. As we shall see later in

Riva's account, her mother was not only active in sports like tennis and golf, but could, on occasion, become physically violent. Feeling that her husband had failed miserably as the "man of the house," Carol W. had taken over the duties with zest and an iron hand. Although this is Riva's story, it might well stand as a classic example of the influence of one person, in this case, a strong, selfish woman, on the lives of her entire family. We shall see how Riva's brothers reacted to the overemphasis on their masculinity, as we pick up the story from Riva.

"It was heaven, for a while after that. Dad and I had no trouble finding time together.

Mom and the boys, James and Roy, were always at some athletic event, either taking part in it, or watching. Dad was a perfect lover-kind, passionate, gentle-and he was forever bringing me nice little gifts, things that meant a lot to both of us-special records, a pillow earphone for me ... an automatic timer that shut off the TV or hi-fi in my room, so if I fell asleep it didn't run .all night.

"He also got me a prescription for oral contraceptives. We were too happy with each other, sexually and in the rest of our lives, to let a goddamned pregnancy wreck it.

My mother hardly paid enough attention to either of us to cause us any worry about her catching us at it, but we still didn't take too many chances.

"It was funny, the way we were caught. James had a basketball game, and mom and

Roy were naturally going to go. Dad had two tickets to a concert, and we really intended to go, but after mom and the boys took off, we just stood there after we got dressed, and we both knew that we wanted each other much more than we wanted to hear the music. So we undressed and went into my room. It was at the end of the hall, the last room in the house, toward the backyard, and we had turned off all the lights in the front, to make it look, to anyone who noticed, like we had gone to the concert as we'd planned.