Lo gets it from behind by her sister Robie
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Lo and Robie in the shower.
Lo and Robie – an intimate moment
WARNING! THIS POST MAY NOT BE FOR YOU. IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT, JUST IGNORE IT.
But, it may also be educational for you.
Statue of “Lola Takes a Lover” surrounded by art of Lola on the Left and Right, and MILF Meri, center.
Totally Taboo
For all you devoted readers of MySexLifeWithLola, you are probably aware that some of our posts are on the more risqué side of sex blogging. Various of our friends – MILF Meri, Lilly, and even Lo and her sister Robie – engage in sexual practices that are not to everyone’s taste. We have heard from a lot of you and, for those of you who love these relationships and those of you struggling, we bring you this insightful interview with the pioneer researcher and therapist of some of the most ticklish taboos: bestiality and incest. Consider this your trigger warning.
Taboos – Popular, Hidden, and Unthinkable – and Interview with Hani Miletski:
In her groundbreaking work on Mother-Son incest, Hani Miletski says about her study that it “provides arguments to support the assumption that the apparent rarity of mother-son incest has more to do with society’s inhibitions and inability to accept the fact that this form of incest exists than with the actual taboo’s strength. It is as though the taboo is about preventing the belief that mother-son incest exists rather than about preventing it from actually happening.” Over a hundred years since Freud’s famous “Seduction Theory” shocked the Victorian Age by suggesting that incestuous relationships (mostly involving minors and abuse) happened far more frequently than anyone suspected or was willing to admit, society is still unwilling to admit one form of incest – that involving a desiring mother.
Match, Cinder & Spark on Audible dot Com
Mom & Daughter have “the talk.”
Mom & Daughter
In addition to Miletski’s work, there is also the fine scholarship done in 1992 by Beverly Ann Ogilvie who wrote The Experience of Mother-Daughter Incest, and one earlier work, from 1987, by Karen Louise Kenney, who wrote, Maternal Incest: An Annotated Review of the Literature on Mother-Daughter and Mother-Son Incest.
Desiring Moms
Crime & Punishment
Taking the taboos of society one step further, there is the radical study by Miletski, Understanding Bestiality and Zoophilia, in which she engages in primary research with 26 men and 6 women, all of whom engaged in some degree of bestiality and/or zoophilia. The research was undertaken to understand these people and how they understand themselves.
MILF Meri and son
If you’re interested in this work, then you will want to read this brief interview with Miletski.
I like to research topics that I don’t know much about. It makes any research project much more interesting.
Mother-Son Incest started as my master’s thesis. I was doing my MSW at Catholic University in DC, and I knew I will be pursuing my certification in sex therapy as soon as I graduate. So, I wanted my thesis to be about some topic related to sexuality. But, being at a Catholic university, I couldn’t write about orgasms or erectile dysfunctions, for example, so I chose to write about sexual abuse. My advisor wanted me to be more specific, so I chose incest. That was not specific enough for my advisor, so I chose mother-son incest because I had never heard of it at that time, and I was thinking that my thesis will end up being about why mother-son incest never happens, until I started researching it…
Understanding Bestiality and Zoophilia started as my doctorate dissertation. At that time, I was already working as a sex therapist, and one of my clients was into sex with dogs. I had already started researching the topic because I didn’t know what to do with her, so when it came time to choose a topic for my dissertation, that was an obvious choice, as there was really nothing out there about people who cannot stop thinking of, and wanting to, and having sex with animals.
Lola and Woman’s Best Friend
My approach has not changed. I believe the most important thing as a therapist is to be non-judgmental, open-minded, empathic, curious, attentive, and supportive. The answers to any questions/problems come from working together with the client, as a team, as we explore various possibilities until we find the best solution. In my client’s case, she felt extreme shame about her behavior, and she wanted to stop having sex with dogs, but could not. I helped her realize and accept that this was a sexual orientation that she, obviously, did not choose for herself. I helped her realize and accept that she was not doing any harm to the dogs (she only had sex with male dogs – they were penetrating her). And I helped her learn how to be careful so she doesn’t get caught.
Movie Poster from a mainstream movie about bestiality
I tried to get the book Understanding Bestiality and Zoophilia published, but no publisher wanted to touch this subject. They simply told me that this is not a topic they were interested in, so I ended up self-publishing the book and I have not tried to get it published by a publishing house anymore. This was 22 years ago.
My colleagues were against my writing my dissertation about this topic, let alone publishing it. They thought it would pigeon-hole me and it would make potential future clients shy away from seeking my help. I obviously did not listen to them. There were probably people over the years who did not contact me for this reason, but the people who did always told me that they felt comfortable telling me all their hidden secrets because if I could deal with bestiality, I could probably deal with everything else.
Art by Pulpbrother
Debra Lavave and Ex-Husband, Owen Lafave
Debra Lafave
Debra Lafave
Not Debra Lafave, but purported to be.
Tampa, the Novel inspired by Debra Lafave
I believe there are women who are sexually oriented toward minors, just like some men are. I honestly never thought about a sexual orientation toward one’s own children, but I guess anything is possible.
I have not read this book, but just from the write up about it, it looks like a similar story to the Mary Kay Letourneau scandal, in the early 90s.
Mom & Daughter Tease
Unfortunately, I have not been aware of this study. I was aware of Rosencrans’ (1997) study of 93 daughters and nine sons who had been sexually abused by their mothers. Nine men heard about her study and asked to participate in it. She ended up adding a chapter in her book (The Last Secret: Daughters Sexually Abused by Mothers) about these nine men. Although all nine men admitted to having had incestuous relationships with their mothers, 89 percent of the sons (eight men) believed they had a normal childhood, compared to only two percent of the 93 daughters. All nine men felt they were their mothers’ lovers and did not perceive themselves as victims.
Mom & Daughter
Knotty Fairy getting off to Lola
Last I checked, it’s all about pornography. All the online groups/listservs/websites/etc. that used to be around when I was doing my study, they all disappeared. The ones that came after, came and went. They always face threats from outsiders and sometimes even from within the community. It’s a shame.
Fan pic, getting off to Lo
Fan pic, getting off to Lola
Fan Photo Getting off to Lola
Fan Photo, Getting Off to Lo
Fan Photo, Getting off to Lo
Fan Photo, Getting off to Lo
Marie-Louise Parker
Frankie Shaw of SMILF
Frankie Shaw, SMILF scene
SMILF with Frankie Shaw Look Carefully and you’ll see what gets Frankie Shaw off.
Zooey Deschanel
I think this question is too theoretical. I think the U.S. has come a long way regarding the acceptance of women’s sexuality, but the U.S. is very large, with a huge population, many various cultures, and countless opinions, so I would not attempt to make such a guess.
Art Appreciation 101 – The Minotaur
Meri and son – very Oedipal
They are among the most taboo in practically every culture. The more something is taboo, the more curious people are about it. It’s human nature. And, by the way, these two themes are also among the most popular pornographic themes and the most visited sites.
There probably is something deep in our psyche that ties sexuality with this primary relationship. I talk about it in my book.
From the Bible – Lot and His Daughters
Sisters – Lo and Robie
Very possible. In my book/thesis I was focusing on mother-son incest, but that does not mean that mother-daughter incest is not, or maybe even more, unthinkable.
MILF Meri
“Lola,” called her sister as Lo was getting dressed, “no panties today.” Robie sat in the bed and watch Lo as she was reaching into her underwear draw. This request, or command, was not unusual for Robie to make. Lo looked at her sister and then moved on to pulling out socks from her top drawer. She chose white with a pattern of little pairs of red cherries. She went to her closet and pulled down a white and green dress. Her pigtails were already neatly tied with green bow ribbons.
“Come here,” said her sister.
Lo walked to the bed, carrying her clothes for the day.
Robie reached into the nightstand next to her side of the bed. She pulled out a handful of wooden clothespins. She kept a drawer full of them to spice up sex with her boyfriends and for personal use. But this time she told Lo to stand before her.
“Spread your legs.”
Lo spread.
Robie took one clothespin at a time in her right hand. With her left hand she squeezed Lo’s labia together, making the lips bulge, and then she applied the clothespin to the two tightly pressed lips together. She did this a total of six times, causing tears to form in Lo’s eyes. Between Lo’s legs a straight line of wooden clothespins hung down, compressing Lo’s vagina together. Not that Lo needed this at all, but this was Robie’s punishment for Lo’s indiscretion of yesterday when she unconsciously moved her index finger to her pussy and stroked her smooth slit while the three guys fucking Robie looked on with intense interest.
“You are to wear these all day at school. Only when you get home will you be allowed to remove them. No. You will come to me and beg me to remove them for you. If they fall off, you replace them. Immediately!”
“Yes, Robie,” said Lo obediently. The pain was excruciating, but it did not outstrip the secret enjoyment of pleasing her older sister.
Lo slipped into her dress and walked to the kitchen to eat breakfast. It hurt to walk. It hurt to sit. It hurt to stand up.
The pain between her legs while she rode the bus to school nearly made Lo pass out with every jarring bump.
At school she couldn’t concentrate at all. Her entire mental focus was directed between her legs. Occasionally, she dropped her right hand down below the desk and up between her legs and flitted her fingers across the tips of the clothespins, making them jiggle. She was praying that none of them slipped off in the middle of class.
And then it was gym period. There was absolutely no way she was going to go into the girls’ locker room, remove her dress and put on her tight, white shorts! Even if she could do that without everyone seeing her clothespins, there was no way she could easily conceal them under the shorts, let alone play volleyball or badminton or whatever the day’s activities were.
She went to the gym teacher and said she wasn’t feeling well. The gym teacher looked at her askance and sent her to the school nurse.
At the nurse’s office, she entered shyly and explained that she wasn’t up to playing in gym. The nurse went through a series of questions: Stomachache? Headache? Fever? To all of which, Lo responded, “No,” shaking her head and dangling her pigtails. The nurse took her temperature. Normal. The nurse asked her to have a seat and, when Lo sat extremely gingerly on the hard, plastic chair, the nurse asked if the problem was “down there,” pointing between Lo’s legs. Lo turned a bright red!
School Nurse
The nurse asked to lift up Lo’s dress. Lo didn’t know what to say. She acceded to the request. When the nurse saw the row of wooden clothespins pinching Lo’s pussy lips together, she gasped in horror! “What is this?! Who did this to you? Why are you wearing these?” she asked in rapid succession as she removed the clips.
“Lola, show me.”
Lo was speechless. She could not turn in her beloved sister. So she lied. She said her mother told her to wear them to school.
“Why ever would she do that?” asked the nurse, alarmed, but trying to sound soothing for Lo. The nurse reached into her drawer and pulled out some ointment. She put on her rubber gloves and applied the ointment to Lo’s nether region, gently rubbing the moist, cooling gel into Lo’s labia. Lo liked the feeling and liked the nurse.
Lo tried to speak, but she couldn’t. She just shrugged her shoulders and asked the nurse to keep rubbing in the ointment. “It feels good,” she said, totally unaware of how that sounded to the nurse.
The nurse stopped rubbing and told Lo to pull her dress back down, covering her triangle, as the nurse stepped out. Of course she called the principal. The administration of the school alerted the authorities. The Department of Children and Family Services was called and within days a full-fledged investigation was underway.
For years, Lo though that the reason her older sister was sent off to boarding school in Europe was because her father didn’t like Robie’s “slutty” behavior with the boys. She believed that Robie had been caught with a boy in the house. She suspected it might be that they feared for Robie in some way. But she didn’t know that it was because DCFS had discovered the source of Lo’s torment and the Department threatened to take Robie from the family and put her in foster care or a special psychiatric ward. There was literally no other place for her to go in America to be outside the reach of the authorities and so her parents, in a last-ditch effort to keep Robie in the family, sent her to boarding school abroad, leaving Lo alone and bereft of her sister until, well, you know the rest.
Lola worships her sister Robie
[Continued from Femme-Enfant.]
Lola’s Repressed Memories of growing up fast with Robie
When Lo awoke from her fainting spell, she wasn’t bound and there were no clothespins on her nipples or labia. She was on the floor, but no one else was in Robie’s bedroom. Lo stood up slowly so as not to pass out again. She walked, naked, over to her bureau and pulled out something to wear. She slipped into a little dress, just in case her parents were home. She walked downstairs and found Robie and her boyfriend eating some cereal in the kitchen at the counter. She was still wearing her sister’s heart patterned panties over her head.
“Hey Lo,” said Robie cheerfully, “you woke up?”
“Yeah,” said Lo, confused.
“How was your nap?”
“Uh, good, I guess.”
Lo was trying to figure out if she had fallen asleep and it was all a dream or if her sister was just gaslighting her (even though, at the time Lo did not have this word in her vocabulary). Lo could feel her nipples were still sore, her pussy was aching, her ass felt as if she still had a cock up it, and the back of her throat ached something terrible. She could still taste the salty semen in her mouth and her face had some on her upper lip and chin. It couldn’t have been a dream!
“Hungry?” asked Robie.
“Uh, nah.”
Lo walked past the two of them and went to the living room. She turned on the TV and plopped herself down on the carpeted floor, lying on her stomach with a pillow under her head. Absentmindedly, she pulled the panties down over her face to smell her sister’s scent. Her eyes were on either side of the thin thong crotch. She felt like a superhero wearing a mask. Her pigtails were free on each side of the panties. She looked up and watched her favorite animated movie – Beauty and the Beast. She had watched this movie probably over a hundred times. She had no idea what about it she liked so much, but it pleased her ever since she could remember.
Robie and her boyfriend eventually followed Lo into the living room and sat on the couch behind her.
“This again?!” said Robie.
Lo didn’t answer. She was in her own world. Her legs were spread and bent at the knees with her bare feet dangling in the air.
“You probably have every word memorized!”
No answer from Lo.
Robie’s boyfriend nodded his head, gesturing for Robie to look at what he saw. From behind, looking at Lo with her feet up in the air and her legs slightly spread, he could see under her short dress Lo’s bare slit.
Robie caught a glimpse of it too. She reached over and grabbed the long umbrella that was by the front door. She leaned forward and put the tip of the umbrella up, under Lo’s dress and pushed the dress up over Lo’s ass so that the two of them could have a better view.
Robie giggled.
This reminded Robie of the first time she used Lo as a prop for her and her boyfriend’s prurient enjoyment.
It was the exact same scenario about a year earlier. Lo was lying on her tum on the living room floor in a little dress, no panties. She propped up her head with her hands, her arms bent at the elbows under her chin. She had her feet up in the air, dangling, legs spread just enough for a sneak peek as she was engrossed in watching a cartoon – probably Beauty and the Beast. Robie and her boyfriend (a different boyfriend then) were sitting on the couch behind Lo. The parents were out, as usual. Robie was supposed to be babysitting Lo, making sure she didn’t get in trouble. Little did the parents know, Robie was the trouble.
The boyfriend caught a glimpse of Lo’s crotch. Robie felt something twitch under his shorts, where she had rested her left hand. She saw him looking at her young, innocent, little sister’s snatch. Rather than be outraged, angry, disgusted, she was amused. Rather than throw the boyfriend out, telling him that he shouldn’t be looking up little girls’ skirts, especially her younger sister’s, Robie pressed on her boyfriend’s tumescent cock, causing it to grow. It was rock solid under his shorts as Robie stroked it. His eyes were glued to the hairless, tight twat between Lo’s legs. Lo was oblivious to this, but for unknown reasons, she reached behind her and scratched an itch on her butt, pushing the hem of the dress even further up, revealing even more.
Artistic Rendering
Robie pulled down the elastic waistband of her boyfriend’s shorts and let the constricted cock spring out, popping up, nearly hitting her in the face. She bent over and took it in her mouth as he continued watching Lola. Robie’s long dark hair draped down over his lap. It didn’t take long before he was exploding in Robie’s oral cavity and making grunting noises as he did. Lola was distracted from her show, turned around, and saw her sister with a mouthful of cum and her boyfriend’s cock lying out.
Lo just looked on, confused.
“Robie, what are you doing?” she asked innocently.
Robie swallowed hard and said, “I just had a little snack.”
“Snack?”
“Yeah. Men have snacks in there,” she said, pointing to his penis, “and sometimes they give them to us.” She snickered.
“A snack, in there?! What kind of snack?” asked Lo, dubious.
“A yummy one!”
“Can I have some?”
“Not now.”
“Why not?”
“There’s only enough for one. Maybe next time.”
Lo wouldn’t let her older sister forget this and demanded her snack the next time the boyfriend came over. Lo was playing in her room – the room she shared with her older sister – when she heard the doorbell. Lo ran to the door and looked out the little rectangular windows that lined the door on either side. She saw Robie’s boyfriend. She let him in with a smile.
“Got a snack for me?”
“What?” he asked, confused.
“Robie said that you have a snack.”
“Is Robie home?”
“Yeah. She’s in the living room listening to music.”
The boyfriend walked past Lo. Lo was insulted and followed to the living room. She told her sister that she wanted the ‘boy snack’ that was owed to her.
Robie tried to talk her out of it, but Lo was insistent. The boyfriend said, “Let her have a taste.” Robie considered the situation. She was horny and she knew that Lo wouldn’t give her and her boyfriend any privacy. When Lo wanted something, she could be a relentless annoyance. Robie told her sister, “Sit down and don’t say a word.”
Lo smiled because she knew she was finally going to get what she wanted – the ‘boy snack.’ Lo sat down cross-legged on the carpet. Robie said, “No, not like that. Sit on your knees, right here.”
Lo listened to her older sister and sat in the “kajira position,” as Robie called it. Lola didn’t know then that this “foreign” word referred to the Gor series of novels by John Norman, of which Robie was an avid reader at the time.
Lo sat, looking up at the tall “man” who stood in front of her. In reality, he was only about fifteen or sixteen, but that seemed to be a world of difference in age, experience, knowledge, and maturity to Lo. He was no kid to her. He had crossed that mysterious and invisible divide between children, like herself, and adults – whatever that meant.
Her older sister also got on her knees in a similar position as Lo, right in front of her boyfriend. Lo was eager to see everything and not have her sister play another trick on her and so she complained.
“I told you not to say a word, didn’t I?” Robie scolded her.
Lo stopped complaining.
To appease her whining, younger sister, Robie turned her boyfriend so that he was standing profile in front of Lo and Robie was on her knees directly in front of him with her face opposite his crotch.
Robie pulled down the droopy basketball shorts he was wearing and revealed his white briefs with a bulge in the front. She then pulled down the briefs and the bulge unfurled like a drawbridge being suddenly let down and it hit Robie on the head with its full, heavy meat.
Lo laughed a little, but stifled her laugh because she didn’t want to get in trouble again.
Robie grabbed the protruding appendage with her right hand and looked at Lo.
“You see,” she said, “this is the lever that makes the snack. All you have to do is pull the lever and the snack will shoot out.”
“Like ice cream?” asked Lo.
“Exactly. So, open your mouth if you want to get a taste.”
Lo opened her mouth.
“Wider,” said her sister.
Lo opened as wide as she could, sticking out her tongue.
Robie commenced pulling the lever and within seconds the cream started flowing. He didn’t take long to produce the desired result because he was young, inexperienced, full of raging hormones, and, on top of all that, he liked looking at Lo. Suddenly he was gushing like a geyser and Robie turned his spout toward Lo so that she got a little, as if drinking from an uncontrollable water hose. A lot of it missed the mark and went in her hair, on her face, and even clear over her head. But what Lo did capture in her mouth, she didn’t think was so yummy and insisted that her sister and her boyfriend were playing a prank on her.
Robie played a lot of pranks on Lo. In fact, when Lo was in the fifth grade and learned about the French Revolution and the Reign of Terror, she began calling her sister “Robespierre” or “Robie” for short.
Robie soon learned that her boyfriends liked to watch Lola and she gave them every opportunity to enjoy her naïve, innocent, curious, and pliant younger sibling. Not one of them objected when Robie made Lo strip while Robie and her fuck-friend of the day fooled around or when Robie insisted that Lo wear no panties around the house under her short dress. Or when Robie put her panties over Lo’s head. Lo particularly liked this last little kink because for Lo it was love at first sniff.
But these sorts of pranks eventually got Robie in real trouble when the elaborate tricks she played on her little, trusting sister, drew the attention of the authorities.
Detail
[Continued from Sister Sodomy.]
“The little slut wanted me to teach her how to deepthroat,” Robie said to the guy behind her, as he pounded her pussy on the bed.
“Really?” he said, absentmindedly, as he rhythmically rode her ass and was intently staring at Lola who sat naked, tied up on the floor in front of the two of them. They were on the bed looking down at Lo or at themselves in the full-length mirror in front of them. Robie liked seeing her newly developed breasts bouncing back and forth with each slam by her boyfriend’s hips into her buttocks as he rammed that long rod of his home. Lo watched the two of them from her spot on the floor – staring unblinkingly from behind her older sister’s panties that were still pulled down over her head like some sort of twisted superhero mask. She inhaled deeply the scent of her sister and mutely sat in sexual frustration because her hands were tied behind her back, her nipples of her undeveloped breasts pulsing with pain from the clothespins her sister had attached to them, and her labia smarting just as badly with the clothespins that she had also attached down there.
“Yes,” said Robie.
“And did you?”
“I did.”
“Well, you’re the best. She learned from the best.”
“Then she wanted me to teach her how to take it in her ass.”
“Wow! She takes after her older sister.”
Those were words of praise to Lo who, though in tremendous pain, was also blushing with pride.
“So I fucked her ass.”
“Could she take it?”
“She did – like a champ!”
“Can you take it?”
“Now?”
“Now.”
“Yes, please, Sir.”
He pulled out of Robie’s dripping cunt.
“Wait a minute,” said Robie. She got up off the bed and went to her little sister. She lifted her up in the air like she was a toy and turned her around so that now Lo was also facing the full-length mirror.
Lola’s Repressed Memories of growing up fast with Robie
Robie got back on the bed and assumed the position.
“Why’d you do that?” her boyfriend asked.
“She was creeping me out with those big brown eyes staring at us.”
He shrugged his shoulders and went in Robie’s back door.
“See Lo,” Robie said to the image in the mirror, “feels so good.”
Lola could only look on with frustrated desire and pulsating pain from her nipples and labia. Her eyes were wide open, on either side of the thong, watching as her older sister was sodomized by her boyfriend. Lo looked briefly down at her bound body and then back to her big sister. Lo didn’t want a boyfriend. She wanted Robie.
“To make him really feel good,” said Robie, “you clench your asshole, tightening your sphincter around his girth.”
Apparently this technique worked because the guy made a moaning sound.
He slapped Robie’s ass hard. She then moaned. He slapped it again on the other side, drawing out another moan. Then he leaned forward and put her in a headlock. She couldn’t breathe for a few seconds. He released her and she screamed – a yelp of ecstatic pleasure.
Before Lo knew what was happening, he had pulled out and ran up to Lo, lifted the panties off her face and impatiently commanded, “Open your mouth! Now!”
Lo did as told and he thrust his cock down her throat and ejaculated so much spunk that it felt like bucket loads to Lo. Unlike Robie, he didn’t cajole Lo, romance her, instruct her, or even give her any warning about what was to happen. Despite the fact that she thought she might puke, she swallowed and coughed and a lot of the sperm shot up and out of her nostrils as still more drizzled from the corner of her mouth and down to her collarbone. It wasn’t the first sperm she ever tasted. She gasped for air and then grew lightheaded and passed out.