John Morison - Young Swingers

Among the young swingers set, the latest kick is to have a sexual relationship with their parents, providing that the parents are willing to go along with such a relationship, of course. And, statistics seem to indicate that the parents unwilling to be labeled as old hat or obsolete are more than happy to indulge their offspring.

Author John Morison's latest novel, Young Swingers, pulls no punches in describing the incestual climate that surrounds our young today, and their eagerness to participate in the self-destructive act.

Doctor Willard Hampton, the brilliant English psychoanalyst, cites the example of the family that came to him for treatment. They were a handsome family, the mother and father in their middle thirties, a daughter of fifteen and a son of seventeen. The girl, Betty, was a beautiful, voluptuous youngster and admitted that she had been having sexual intercourse with her brother since she was twelve.

Roger, the son, was an intelligent, good-looking boy, active in sports, who had been seduced by the young Betty. He stated that he had been taking a bath one evening when his parents were out, when Betty walked into the bathroom, totally naked, her big breasts swinging and heaving, got into the tub with him and aroused him to the point of rape. Afterward, they had continued their incestual relationship until last year when Roger noticed that Betty was becoming restless. He often caught her staring at their father and one night coming into the house late, their mother having gone to visit her sister, Roger heard sounds coming from his parents' bedroom.

He tiptoed to the partly-opened door and saw in the dim light in the bedroom, that his father and Betty were having sexual intercourse. He became so aroused watching the lascivious sight that he rapidly undressed and joined them. He remembered that night vividly, because he was introduced to fellatio, cunnilingus and sodomy.

The three continued their relationship whenever they were able until one night, when their mother was supposed to be at a bridge game. She returned early and caught the three in their incestual activities. At first, she was shocked but the youngsters convinced her to try having intercourse with her son and soon she was an eager participant in all the sexual variations.

The publishers present Young Swingers in the hope that the knowledge gained from this book will help the reader to avoid similar entrapment. Due to the nature of its theme, this novel is recommended for the adult, mature reader only.

Paul Harttman, M.A.

New York City

Nora McCarthy stepped out of the supermarket, a package under her arm and opened her umbrella. Thank God, she had thought to bring it as the huge drops began to cascade down upon the clear plastic of her smart umbrella. She walked toward the parking lot slowly aware that she had already been detained by the butcher more than she had anticipated and aware that the Stovers would be expecting her to serve at their party tonight.

Nora heaved a long sigh. She wished she could quit, but where could she go, what could she do? She'd been with the Stover family for so many years, thirty to be exact, since before Master Brett had been born. She had been brought to the States from Shannon by the senior, Brett Stover, when she was barely nineteen and the Stovers were like her own family.

But, things had changed! Dear God, how they had changed! Especially since Brett had married the beautiful Victoria Hanley. Nora had been the young master's nurse, then as he got older and went to prep school, Margaret Stover's personal maid. But, there hadn't been any love lost between the two women. None at all!

Brett Stover, Senior, had married Margaret Lee for prestige and social position in exchange for his immense wealth. It had been strictly a marriage of convenience, and everyone knew it. Margaret Lee had been a beautiful, headstrong, spoiled daughter of a highly prestigious, but impoverished family and Stover's fortune had appealed to her more than any affair of the heart. They always had had separate bedrooms, and it was rumored that as soon as she had produced an heir, their sexual involvement had ended.

Not that they had discontinued fucking on the side! No, indeed, they had just stopped fucking each other.

And Nora McCarthy had been Brett Stover's mistress for years!

He and Margaret had been on their honeymoon to Europe when he had interviewed Nora for a job as a maid and then nurse when the babies started coming. Nora had fallen in love with him during the interview. He was so tall, so handsome with his thick blonde hair and blue eyes! She would have taken the job for nothing just to be near him!

Whether Margaret Stover ever knew of their affair, Nora couldn't say, but there was always a coolness between them, other than between employer and employee and as soon as Brett, Junior married, Nora had been sent to work as Victoria's personal maid.

Nora reached her car, got in and patted her still-red hair. She had been quite a beauty with her long, red tresses, her milk-white skin, her eyes as green as the Irish sea, her body as trim and as voluptuous as Victoria Stover's was now. Brett, Senior had stopped having sexual relations with Nora for over ten years now, but on her birthday and Christmas, she always received a bouquet of flowers with a hundred dollar bill stuffed down among the blossoms.

Nora squirmed her still-shapely ass down against the seat of the slow-moving car as her memory filled with the images of the events of that first day in Brett Stover's mansion. She had met Margaret Stover who was young and beautiful though obviously pregnant and Nora could recall how she had recognized immediately that things weren't right between the two of them. But she had convinced herself that she needed to have the job, and she was willing to take any responsibilities that went with it.

She had been happily arranging her belongings into the closet and dresser when Brett paid the first of what subsequently became frequent visits. She could remember how awkward and embarrassed she had felt when Mr. Stover had begun to undress her. He had smiled gently at her when she told him that she had never been with a man before, but he had kept removing her clothes very slowly. Nora later recognized that her passive attitude had been the result of her love for the handsome man, but at that time she only knew that she had to satisfy her employer. She was in a strange country without money, without friends. She could vividly recall how frightened she had been.

When Stover had removed everything but her bra and panties, he had stopped to carefully study her voluptuous young body. She had never weighed very much, but her body was full and shapely, her creamy-white skin smooth, soft, in contrast to the cheap blue cotton material of her undergarments. Her silky red hair hung down several inches past her waist when it wasn't tied up in a roll on top of her head. But her good looks were completely overshadowed by the striking appearance of her full, round, exciting titties, and firm youthful thighs. Brett Stover didn't waste a minute in removing the remaining garments from her body, and what they had covered proved to be every bit as enticing as he had suspected.

Nora's twin mounds of firm, young titties pointed straight out, the nipples at the tips pink and large like ripe cherries ready to be picked. Beneath the flat plane of her belly was the small triangle of smooth red pussy hair curving sparsely into the tantalizing frame of her firm, young thighs. The pink folds of her virgin cunt were clearly visible beneath the sparse red hair covering her twat and there was an open space beneath the delicious cunny even though her legs were tightly held together. Her whole image was so innocently sexual, that Brett Stover had held off touching her body for a full minute and she had stood trying to cover herself with her hands ashamed and embarrassed at standing nude before a man for the first time in her life.