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"ELECTRA AND HER DAUGHTERS"
A term in psychiatry, the female side of the `Oedipus
Complex', `Electra' desired sexual-intercourse with her
father.
Researched and written by two American Doctors of
Philosophy, one herself a `daughter', "Electra And Her
Daughters" contains an explanatory introduction,
methodology of research and 11 full accounts of Incest
being initiated - or maintained - by women.
Totally exploding paradigms and myths that `incest is
ALWAYS traumatic', in producing "Electra and Her
Daughters", the Authors hope to clearly establish in the
minds of women involved in consensual, non-traumatic
incest that they are NOT alone.
`Her name is Virginia, virgin for short!'
`Daddy, we're both adults.'
`The girl with the golden-tongue.'
`A daughter ought to be a comfort'
`Electra'
Together with 6 others: Mary, Elaine,
Elizabeth, Janice, Susan and Ann.
Including startling revelations of the characters of
the women involved, and insights into their motivations
and reasons for committing `the unspeakable crime', to
critic, psychologist and interested reader alike, in
high-lighting the fact that not all incest is traumatic,
the pick of the research - those stories capable of
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WARNING!: The following true account contains
references to INCEST and UNDER-AGE SEX. Before
reading, if under the age of EIGHTEEN years of age
SUSAN: "Show me, Daddy."
Dear Dr. Woods:
My name is Susan, and I am a 21-year-old college
student.
My mother was killed in an automobile accident when I
was ten years old, leaving me and my father alone, since
I had no brothers or sisters. Dad, who was only 32 years
old when he was made a widower, is a professional man -
I won't divulge what his profession is - and he can set
his own hours, so after my mother was killed, he was
always home when I got out of school in the afternoon.
Dad would help me with my homework, and then we would
collaborate in fixing our supper. I'm sure he spent as
much time with me as he could so I would not miss Mother
so much, and he succeeded admirably! I played like I was
Mother, the lady of the house, and even said many of the
things I'd heard Mother say when she was `fussing' at
Daddy like, "Don't put the salad forks in with the
dinner forks!" and "Don't you ever empty an ash tray?"
Though I'm sure now this must have caused him painful
memories, he went along with my pretence with good
humour.
In the evening, we would sit together and play board
or card games or watch TV, and he would read to me when
he put me to bed. In the summertime, though, when I was
out of school, he had to hire a baby-sitter to stay with
me during the day.
I didn't like Agnes very much, since she seemed to
think I was being `spoiled' by my father and needed a
sterner `mother-substitute', but we got along fairly
well. I was determined to get along with her, because I
didn't want to cause my father any more anxieties than
he already had; I knew he was as sad about Mother's
death as I was and surely didn't need any more problems
from me.
Things went along this way until I was between twelve
and thirteen years old. Toward the end of the second
summer after Mother was killed, Agnes suddenly started
asking me questions about how much I knew about `female
things.' Did I know where babies came from? Did I know
that little boys were different from little girls?
Things like that. When I told her I didn't know any of
those things, I lied, sort of, because the girls at
school had talked about them quite a bit. I knew a man
had a `cock,' as the girls called it, and he put it in
a woman's `hole.' And when he did that the woman had a
baby. It all seemed pretty gross to me.
Well, that all changed when school started again that
year. The first day back at school, my very best friend,
Lucy, who was in the same grade as me but nearly a year
older - she'd been born in September and so couldn't
start school until just before her seventh birthday -
had gone to camp that summer and as soon as she was able
to get me by myself, she told me she had a secret to
tell me after school. So, when school let out that day,
she went home with me. Daddy was there, but when he saw
Lucy with me, he didn't object to us going to my room to
tell each other about our summer vacation.
Once there, she grabbed my arm and put her lips right
up to my ear and whispered, "I did it!"
"Did what?" I asked her, and she said, "You know -
it!" I didn't have any idea what she was talking about,
and she got kind of disgusted with me, but then
explained she had let the son of one of the camp's
counsellors, a boy a couple of years older than she, do
it to her; she'd let him stick his cock in her!
"You didn't!" I cried. She nodded her head and grinned
at me.
"Did it hurt?" I asked her. Of course, one of the
things girls talk about is how much it's going to hurt
the first time you do it, so I was getting very
interested in Lucy's story.
"A little, right at first," she said. Then she looked
up and closed her eyes, a smile on her face, "But then
it felt wonderful!"
"How did it feel?" I asked her.
To my considerable frustration, she repeated
"Wonderful!" and I felt like choking her! "How did it
feel wonderful?" I insisted.
"Well," she said, "when he first put it in, the skin
on his - thing, you know? -" and I nodded my head urging
her on, "- it was kind of dry, so it wouldn't go in. He
kept pushing, and that kind of hurt but then I started
getting wet down there and pretty soon he had it all the
way in me. Then he started moving it back and forth in
me and it felt great!"
I was becoming frustrated with her vague generalities
and asked her how it felt great.
"Oh, I don't know how to describe it," Lucy said,
apparently in some frustration herself. "It was just -
great! It felt like I was about to sneeze." She grabbed
my arm and went on, "You know how your nose tickles and
you try to sneeze?" I nodded, eagerly.
"Well, it has kind of that tickling feeling, except
it's between your legs instead of in your nose, and it
gets stronger and stronger, and then you - sneeze!"
"You sneeze?" I asked, in complete surprise.
"You don't really sneeze," Lucy said, impatiently.
"You come!" At my look of incomprehension, Lucy tried to
explain. "You just sort of go pop. It's just the
grandest feeling in the world, like the grandmother of
all sneezes! You feel like there's a whole hive of bees
buzzing around inside you."
"Golly!" I said, again, trying to envision what she
was describing. "Really good, huh?"
"Is it ever!" she said. Then she sort of adopted the
condescending attitude of an older, experienced adult
being patient with a child. "You'll see what I mean,
someday," she said.
I decided I would, indeed, and at the first
opportunity! But when? I didn't even consider any of the
boys in school as likely prospects; they knew less about
it than I did, which as far as I could tell, was
precious little. And even if I got Daddy to send me to
camp so I might repeat Lucy's experience, that wouldn't
be until next summer!
For the next several days, I couldn't help but think
about what Lucy had told me. I watched the way she
talked to the boys in our class, and it was a lot
different from the way the other girls did, but after a
while, she gave up on them and started flirting with
older boys. For some reason, it kind of embarrassed me,
so I turned away from her and made other friends among
the girls in my class.
And then a momentous thing happened. One night, Daddy
and I had finished dinner, and he put his arm around my
shoulders and sat me down with him on the couch.
"Honey," he said, and I could tell he was having trouble
coming out with whatever it was he wanted to say. I
started getting worried he might be going to tell me he
was going to marry somebody and, frankly, I didn't want
any `competition' for his attention! But finally, he
took a deep breath and just said Agnes had called him
that day.
I tried to remember if I'd done anything the baby-
sitter could be tattling on me for, but couldn't think
of anything. Agnes had said it was time somebody -
either her or my Dad - had a talk with me about -
things! "So I'm going to," he said.
"Things?" I asked. "What things?"
"Well, you know! Girl things," he said. Though I
still didn't know for sure what he was getting at, I
nodded my head. Dad asked if I knew what menstruation
was, and I told him some of my friends had talked about
`monthlies,' but I wasn't real sure what they were. So,
he went on to explain the biological process to me,
telling me not to be scared if I found myself bleeding
between my legs before very long. Then he took a deep
breath and asked me if I knew how babies were made, and
I shook my head. The `information' I'd gotten from other
girls about that was not something I trusted very much!
Dad's face got kind of red, but he went on and told me
about how a man had a kind of `hose' of flesh between
his legs that he urinated through and just below that, a
sack with two balls in it. That was where the semen came
from.
I asked him what semen was, and Dad said it was a
liquid that contained the sperm cells that fertilise a
woman's egg and makes her have a baby. He told me a man
puts his penis in the hole a woman has down there,
between her legs, and the liquid comes out of it into
her. Horrified, I said, "He pees in her?" From what
Lucy said, I knew the boy put his thing in the girl's
thing, but I didn't know about ejaculation.
Smiling, Dad shook his head and said, "No, no, he
`ejaculates' into her." I guess I looked pretty
confused, because he heaved a big sigh and went on, very
haltingly, trying to explain to me the process of sexual
intercourse.
I put my hand on Daddy's thigh, which was touching
mine as we sat, and asked him if it hurt when a man did
that. It might, the first time, he said, but then it
felt very good to both the man and the woman. Then he
explained `nature' had made it like that for the
`perpetuation of the race.' If it wasn't a very
pleasurable thing to do, the human race might just die
out, but since it was so pleasurable, men and women
wanted to do it.
In the middle of his stammering, rambling explanation,
I stole a look at the front of his trousers and saw a
lump there. I leaned over against him, letting my arm
lie along his thigh, my elbow lightly brushing the lump,
which made him squirm some, and said, "Daddy, why don't
you show me?"
Daddy jumped like he'd been shot! "What?" he said, and
he squirmed away from me. I shrugged my shoulders and
said I didn't know what a penis looked like or exactly
where a man put it in a woman, so it just looked to me
like it would be simpler for him to show me. I snuggled
up to him again and said, "It's not going to hurt
anything, is it? For me to just look at your thing?"
Daddy looked at me out of the corner of his eye.
"Well," he said, finally, "I guess it wouldn't hurt
anything. I mean, for you just to see what a penis looks
like."
I moved back so he could put his hands down to his lap
and open his trouser-front. He reached in and because
his penis was so hard, with some difficulty managed to
pull it into the open. It was about six inches long and
almost as big around as my wrist and it stuck straight
up in his lap. I looked at it kind of wide-eyed and then
moved my hand toward it. "Can I touch it?" I asked.
Daddy hesitated for a moment, then nodded his head
with what I interpreted to be some reluctance. I brushed
it with the tips of my fingers, and then I wrapped them
around it and held it. "Doesn't it get awfully
uncomfortable?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Doesn't it get in the way?" I said. "I mean, it's so
long and hard it looks like it would."
He told me it wasn't like that all the time, it was
usually smaller and softer, but it got hard when a man
was feeling stimulated. If it didn't get hard, Daddy
said, he couldn't put it in the woman. "Are you
stimulated now?" I asked him, knowing full well he was!
He nodded his head, saying it didn't take much talking
about sex or thinking about sex to `arouse' a man when
he hadn't done it to a woman for a long time, as he
hadn't since Mother died. In fact, he said, if a man
didn't get to do it to a woman for a long time, it was
very uncomfortable for him, sometimes even painful.
I looked into Daddy's sad face and decided it was time
to move to the second stage of this educational
demonstration. Very quickly, lifting my bottom off the
sofa, I reached under my skirt and pulled my panties
off. To his astonishment, lying back against the arm of
the sofa with one foot up on it and the other on the
floor, I exposed my genitals. "Now show me where a man
puts it."
Daddy's face turned very red, and with some trouble,
he diverted his eyes from my naked crotch. There was
only a tuft of hair just starting to grow at the top of
my slit, so I knew he could see everything.
"Oh, don't," he cried out, "don't do that, Suzie. I
can't - I can't..." I reached out and pulled his hand
into my pussy.
"Show me," I insisted. "It won't hurt if you just put
your finger where it goes."
Dad glanced between my legs and then looked up into my
face. "No, I guess not," he said, and putting the tip of
his finger at the entrance to my hole, he wiggled it
until it slipped inside to the second knuckle. "There's
where it goes," he said.
"And it feels really good to the man and woman both
when he puts it in?" I asked, and Daddy nodded his head.
Then I looked up into his face and said, "And you
haven't gotten to do it since Mother died?"
Looking away from me, I thought I could see tears
forming in his eyes. Desperately, I went on, "A girl I
know has done it," I said. My head was resting on the
sofa arm, and I was very conscious of the fact his
finger was still in me, moving very slightly in my
vagina, but I'm not sure Dad was, he was so wrapped up
in his thoughts. Lifting my head, I could see his erect
penis still standing exposed, and it seemed to be
throbbing.
Daddy shook his head, sadly. "One of your little
friends has already gotten fucked by somebody?" he
asked. I was kind of shocked at him using that word
which I had heard bandied about in the schoolyard but I
nodded my head and said, "Uh-huh." And hoping he would
not miss the implication, I added, "A girl not much
older than me."
Shocking me again, he muttered, "Oh, shit!" and gave
me a look which I interpreted as meaning he had not
missed my implication, and then he slowly removed his
hand. (Later, he told me it was at that point he had
realized my curiosity was going to lead me to having sex
with somebody, probably sooner than later, and if he
satisfied that curiosity, it might keep me from getting
into trouble with some school kid. He also said that was
probably just an excuse on his part - `a hard cock
doesn't have a conscience and can rationalize
anything,'). Of course, I wasn't aware he had `passed
the point of no return,' so I made one final appeal.
"Show me how to do it, Daddy - please," I said.
Staring at me for a long time, I had no idea what
thoughts were going through his head. Then, suddenly
replacing his penis in his pants with one hand and
holding out his other one to help me up from the couch,
he stood up. Half-frightened, but thrilled I was
apparently about to learn about the mystery of sex, I
rose and put my arm around his waist.
With what seemed to me to be very hesitant footsteps,
he led me into his bedroom and closed the door. Not
knowing what to do, I just stood there beside his bed,
and he looked at me with a most loving expression on his
face. "Here," he said, finally, and he began undressing
me.
When I was totally nude, he stepped back and looked me
over from head to foot. My breasts were just beginning
to show, of course, and there was that slightest hint of
hair on my mound, but I thought he looked at me like I
was the most beautiful woman in the world. "You're going
to need a brassiere pretty soon," he observed, covering
my breasts with trembling hands, and I nodded my head.
Daddy took his own clothes off, and we both stood
still for a moment or two, then he picked me up and laid
me down on the bed, spreading my legs wide. Gently put
his finger back into my slit, he rubbed it up and down,
producing a tickling, tingling feeling between my legs.
When his finger was slick with my juice, making waves of
pleasure between my thighs, he slowly inserted it into
me again and moved it in and out. "You're pretty small,"
he said, and then he moved so we could both see his hard
cock, "and I'm kind of big. Maybe too big." He looked
into my face and said, "Are you sure you want me to put
it in you?"
I nodded. Wondering myself if it would go in, I said,
"I want you to try."
Putting the fingers of his other hand around the base
of his cock and milking it upward, Daddy made a clear
drop of liquid appear from the hole in its tip. I asked
him if that was the semen, but he said it was a
lubricant, making his thing slippery so it would go into
a woman easier. I touched the drop with the tip of my
finger and spread it around on the head of his penis.
"Oo-o-oh!" I cried, "it does make it slick, doesn't it?"
Daddy crawled over between my legs and positioned the
tip of his penis near my hole. "It's probably going to
hurt when it tears your hymen," he said, and I nodded my
head. "Are you sure you want me to do this, Baby?" he
asked, and I nodded again and said, "Yes, Daddy, I'm
sure."
"I-I guess it's all right for me to show you what it's
all about, just this once," Daddy kind of mumbled.
"Probably better than finding out from some kid who
doesn't know what he's doing." Pulling my knees up so my
feet were flat on the bed and spread far apart, he moved
forward until his cock was touching the entrance to my
vagina. Then he rubbed its head up and down my slit,
smearing his lubricant - and my own juice - over my
opening.
It felt really good for Daddy to do that, and I put my
hands on his shoulders to encourage him to continue.
After a minute or so, he pressed it against the entrance
to my hole again and pushed. I could feel him stretching
me, and then it slipped in an inch or so. He pulled back
and smiled down at me, and then he jabbed forward with
his buttocks, driving his erection into me to half its
length.
I thought he'd split me open! I cried out from the
pain, and my bottom jerked back in a natural reaction
against it. Daddy hugged me to his naked chest and held
me real still. "Easy, easy," he whispered to me, and
then he told me to just relax my muscles down there, and
the pain would go away in a minute.
As best as I could, I did what Daddy said, and sure
enough, before long the stinging I felt in my groin
began slowly turning into a tingling sensation. I let my
breath out and looked up at him. "Is it all the way in?"
I asked him.
"Not quite, Honey," he said, which was a surprise to
me, I felt so full of him.
For a minute or so longer, Daddy just laid still on
me, and then I remembered Lucy had described the boy
making his penis go back and forth in her vagina, so I
kind of wiggled my bottom and tried to make Daddy's do
the same thing in me. I guess he realized I was not
hurting anymore - or not much, anyhow - so he lifted
himself up onto his hands and we both looked down
between us. The sight of his organ half-embedded in my
vagina fascinated me! He pulled it out an inch or so and
then going deeper with each push, pushed it back in a
couple of times until finally his hairs were tickling
the slick lips of my little pussy.
Continuing the motion, Daddy asked, "Does it hurt?"
and I said, "Uh-uh! It feels good!" For the next few
moments, he kept making the in and out movements and
while I was experiencing some discomfort between my
legs, a tantalising feeling seemed to be growing there,
too. I started moving my bottom upward to meet his
thrusts, and his motions became faster and more
forceful.
The tingling sensation grew and grew and, all of a
sudden, I knew something earth-shaking was about to
happen to me. "I think I'm going to - sneeze!" I cried,
throwing my arms around Daddy's neck and putting my
heels against his bottom.
"What?" Daddy cried back at me, his voice choked.
"Sneeze? What?" But he missed only one beat of his
cock's in-and-out motion, and then he ground it into me
to its hilt and let out a loud moan.
I was frantic! Even though his penis was butting its
head against the very end of my vagina, I pressed my
pussy up to him as though I were trying to get more of
him into me. I wiggled my bottom, and felt a spurting
deep inside me. My Daddy was ejaculating!
With a loud cry of "Daddeee!" I joined him in my first
orgasm. I remember thinking Lucy's description left a
lot to be desired! The spurting from Daddy's cock seemed
to go on forever, and I was quivering from head to toe
with the most fantastic feelings my young body had ever
experienced.
Finally, Daddy relaxed and rolled off to my side. His
penis slipped from my vagina, followed by a gushing of
the juices he had shot into me. I looked down between my
legs and saw the whitish stuff, streaked with blood,
leaking from my hole and thought, inanely, `I'll have to
wash the sheets.' Daddy pulled my head onto his shoulder
and hugged me to him. We lay silent for a few moments,
and then he said, "Well, now you know what it's like."
And I nodded my head.
"Did it hurt much?" Daddy asked.
I shook my head vehemently. "It was wonderful!" I
said, and I had to smile at how I had tried to make Lucy
be more specific when she'd used that same word to
describe the feeling. It really was indescribable!
Daddy turned his head and looking into my face,
grinned from ear to ear. "Sneeze?" he said, and I
blushed furiously. "Well," I hedged, "that was what it
felt like I was going to do - with my pussy." And then
we both laughed.
As we lay there cuddling in the aftermath, I decided I
could now really take Mother's place, in Daddy's bed as
well as in the kitchen and elsewhere. I had not missed
his mumbled, `Just this once,' and during the next few
days, he certainly didn't make any reference to what
we'd done or act as if he wanted to do it again, but
from what he had told me, I knew his contentment
couldn't last forever.
A week or so after our first encounter, when I felt he
might be getting `open to suggestion,' I slipped into my
prettiest nightie and saying I was having trouble
getting to sleep, went and sat on his lap on the sofa.
Making sure my bottom was resting on where his penis
would be in his pants, with my head on his shoulder, I
squirmed around a bit.
Not feeling any immediate reaction, after a few
moments I pulled the straps down from my shoulders,
baring my small breasts. "We really do need to see about
getting me a brassiere, Daddy," I said.
Silently nodding his head, with shaking fingers, he
slowly lifted his hand and cupped my breast in it. Then,
feeling a hardening against my bottom crack, I put my
lips to his ear. Since my teachers had told him I was
a `fast learner', a kind of a joke, I said, "Daddy,
about some things, I'm a really slow learner."
Daddy gave a kind of shaky groan deep in his throat
and then rose and carried me to his bed.
That was eight years ago, Dr. Woods. When I started
menstruating, explaining he was a widower and I was a
`latch-key' kid who couldn't be supervised all the time,
Daddy took me to a doctor and had her prescribe the pill
for me.
And I shared his bed until I left for college. Now I
am in college, though, Daddy has started looking around
for a new wife, and I have started thinking seriously
about marriage. Oh, he comes to see me every couple of
weeks and we go out to dinner. And at sometime during
the meal, he will notice I'm squirming around in my seat
in anticipation of what is to come (!), and say, "You're
not going to sneeze, are you?" We both laugh, and I
say, "Later, Dad, later," and then we go to his motel.
I would like to spend the night with him, but would
find my absence from the dorm difficult to explain, so
the only time I sleep with him is when I am home for a
week end or on vacation.
Although frustrated, the guys I date are impressed at
my apparent self-control - I have never been to bed with
anyone but Daddy - but they respect me for it. Little do
they know! Considering our relationship is incestuous,
odd as it may sound, Daddy and I feel it is keeping us
pure (!) until such time as we each find a mate.
Yours truly,
Susan
`Electra And Her Daughters'
copyright 1993: Dr. F.vB.(Ph.D)
Dr. R.W. (Ph.D)
c: Merrill, Castle & Gray. 1996
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