Date: Sat, 26 Apr 2008 12:54:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Robert Dwight <robert_dwight@gmail.it>
Subject: My Sicilian Father (incest, control, major age)

Disclaimer:

This is a fictional story, a pure work of fantasy. None of the characters
really exists.

This content is only intendet as pure entertainment, whose graphic
descriptions are far from being acted out or approved by the author.

Structure:

The story has been conceived and edited as a unique chapter. No
continuation is foreseen.


My Sicilian Father


In the Seventies I used to live with my Sicilian family in a very small
town not far from Palermo, the main city of Sicily, South Italy.

At the age of fourteen I was too young to understand in depth the meaning
of the word "mafia" and what it meant to be a member of it. I could
acknowledge how people normally considered it by attending my school
classes or by watching our old and malfunctioning TV in our dining room at
supper time. That's all.

Nonetheless, I knew very well that my father was one of them. He was no big
fish, just a reliable collaborator, always ready whenever they needed a
trustworthy hand. And so he was.

Besides that, he was father of four kids (I was the youngest one), had a
beautiful and quiet wife (I almost cannot remember the voice of my mother)
and a job in a little transportation firm. He used to travel up and down
through Sicily and the rest of Italy with its truck, delivering goods,
especially food from the South to the North of our Country.

He was rarely at home. And the few times he was there, I remember very well
that I always tried to avoid him. Why ? I can mention two main reasons:

First of all for his aspect. Even if he was not very tall, I found him
still intimidating: quite a muscular type, very broad-shouldered, strong
biceps and marble thighs. He was completely covered of thick dark hair,
with imposing moustaches over his lips and a bald head crossed by long
veins, which tended to bulge menacingly every time he was out of control.
And that brings me to the second reason. He was often drunk. And whenever
drunk, he used to become aggressive and dangerous. He often bat my mother
and we kids. We hated him. But we had no chance. We were in a small town
far from Civilization in the heart of Sicilyin the beginning of the
Seventies. Moreover, he was feared and respected in our small community, as
a consequence of his "good connections".

The episode I am going to tell changed forever the perception of my
sexuality and probably affected all the rest of my life.

Three days after my fourteenth birthday my father came back from a long
journey with his truck, drunk and molesting as usual. It was midsummer, a
very hot night. My brothers were out of town with my grandmother, to take
part to the religious celebrations of the local Saint. They would have
spent the night at my grandma's house, in order to avoid a dangerous
trip-back in the dark.  My mother was ill, for having caught a flu. So she
made very quickly the meal for me and went upstairs to sleep.

While I was finishing my dinner, watching tv, my father sprang the door and
came inside holding a bottle of wine with his right hand.

"Where is the bitch of you mother?"

"Mum is ill. She is upstairs trying to sleep" I answered, hoping that he
would run upstairs after her, letting me alone in peace.

"Ill? What's the fuck? She doesn't do any shit the whole day and she is
ill?"

I kept eating, trying not to contradict him.

He walked towards me and put the bottle down on the table.

"Where the hell are the other kids?"

"They went to grandma's house for the Patron's Festival and will be back
tomorrow".

He looked at me with a strange look.

"What's up dad? Can I help you?"

I was doing my best to avoid a punch on my nose or heavy slaps on my chin.
At four I had lost a tooth after one of his terrible slaps. I tried to act
submissive and obliging, in order to keep him calm.

But he was strange that night.

"So you and me alone tonight. Aren't we ?" He smirked.

It seemed all so strange. He had never acted like that. My father normally
ignored me or bat me. There was no compromise.

He took a chair and seat near me, taking something out from his hip pocket.
It was a kind of plastic paper, full of a sort of white powder. I though it
might be salt or flour.

"Look" He said, pointing at it with an emphatic voice. "this thing will
make us all rich from now on". While saying it, he put his hairy left arm
on my shoulders. He had never done anything similar as I could remember. I
was both scared and positively impressed. But the fear was the dominant
feeling. I had taken too many slaps and punches from that bastard. How
could I expect anything positive from him ?

"My friends want me to start delivering this magic substance from now on.
Besides oranges, tomato and olives I will use my truck to spread out trough
Italy this marvellous medicine"

"What's about, Dad?" I started to become curious.

"It's a secret son. But is something good. I have tasted a little bit of it
before coming home. And your father wants to be good with you tonight. I
will let you taste it too"

"Is it true Dad?" I felt exited. I couldn't believe my eyes. The fear was
slowly leaving space to a pure excitement. I was still a kid. And something
new was going to be experienced. I couldn't explain why my father wanted to
be good with me. Probably because he was happy. Probably because that
substance was really magic. Anyway, I couldn't wait to taste it.

"But it is a secret between you and my, son. Understood?" He gave me his
intimidating look and with his hand his grabbed his crotch, slightly
squeezing it. My fear turned back in a second. I nodded yes.

"Just come with me. Let's go outside"

I couldn't understand, why we should go outside. But something in my mind
said it was better to go along with him without questions.

At that age I was a very skinny kind, pale and black haired. I had a
beautiful face, used to say my relatives. As a matter of fact, I got the
attention of both boys and girls. But the whole violence in my family had
made me totally far from being sex-oriented. I was still very childish and
shy. If I look back at that time, I could say that I was a little bit under
my age as far as my reactions and ideas concerned. Who could have blamed me
? The environment of my childhood and puberty gave me no chance to develop
at all. I had started masturbating exactly few days before my fourteenth
birthday. I even didn't know exactly what it was about. I had spied on my
older brothers and did the same. By doing it, I just though at what I had
seen: their hard cocks! Obviously I couldn't know it was a homo fantasy. I
just did it, as the stupid child I was.

So, when I followed my father outside that hot summer night, I was first of
all a little child starting a new adventure. I couldn't see the risk of it.
Any sexual implication was far from my expectations.

With his ratty jeans and old ripped with t-shirt, he led me through our
olive cropped field, until we reached the old cot, where he used to keep
his work-tools. It was not so far from our house, but distant enough to be
able to rest there totally undisturbed. With my brothers we used to use it
to play hide-and-seek.

He opened the door, turned on the light bulb pending from the ceiling,
closed the shutters and said me to lock the door. We were now hidden and
far from the rest of the world.

At that point he made something I would have never expected. He took out
his white t-shirt, revealing his fully hairy and muscled torso. "It's very
hot in here. Take your clothes off too".

I felt strange. Scared but also aroused. I couldn't explain why, but I
liked it. "So ? What are you waiting for?" I followed his order before he
might turn aggressive and proceeded to take off my t-shirt.

He unfastened his leather belt and started unzipping his jeans. "Go on! All
clothes off!"

It was an order, without any doubt, and I couldn't do anything but to
follow his orders. I took my little blue gym shorts. So I was standing
there only my white slips on.

He protested. "Are you an idiot? I said all clothes off! Now!"

I felt so embarrassed, but I had no choice. I did what he said and let my
slips fall down on the floor. My penis was so little and I had never
exposed it to anyone but the doctor two years before, for the puberty
check. My father was to me almost a stranger. I wanted to die under my
shyness...

On the other hand, he was totally secure and dominant, visibly enjoying my
fear. He stand there with a fully hairy and muscled body. His thighs and
calves were covered with such an amount of dark hairs that you couldn't see
the skin colour. He still had his blue slips on, with a huge bulge pulsing
under them. I was totally scared from that view. My mind linked quickly
that image with my brothers stroking themselves. But the bulge was simply
unbelievable. How could that man, my father, have such a monster cock under
that slips ? Even if I was still scared, my curiosity was also growing
inside me. I wanted to see that giant cock, my own father's cock!

He took the plastic bag from the pocket in his trousers and poured an
amount of that white powder on a sort of little mirror he had on the other
hand. Then he did something that seemed very funny to me. He brought the
mirror under his nostrils and press with one finger against one side of his
nose to inhale the substance up. He made it twice, through both his
nostrils. And then came to me in order to let me do that. He formed with
the powder two rows on surface of the little round mirror and neared it to
me. I imitated him. At first nothing happened, but in few moments, the
effect was terrific. I though I could die. My mind was spinning and my
heart became to race. I looked at him. His eyes were red as blood and he
was devilishly smirking.

I had kneel down, because my legs were trembling. At that point he was
towering in front of me, with his hairy body which was sweating endlessly
and his bulging pack right in from of my eyes.

"Well done, little fag! Here you belong!" With that words, he made another
step towards me and let his blue slips fall down. A monster cock sprang
open in front of me. It had to be 11 inches long and at least 6 inches
thick: a sort of huge torch! It was all veined, turgid and throbbing . It
tilted up and down in front of my staring eyes. My father's balls were
larger than two grape fruits, hairy and sweaty. His crotch smell of manly
musk.

"Open your mouth, bitch!!"

I don't know if it was the effect of that substance, but I had totally
forgotten who I was, who he was. I was just my instinct. And my instinct
said I wanted it bad! My father had to be really turned on. He seemed to be
like an hungry animal, rubbing his giant tool across my face, slapping it
against my nose and cheeks, letting me feel his hardness. He yelled at me
"Suck it slut, or I'll kill you!!" I was not his son anymore. I was his
bitch, his pussy, his cunt.

My father reached with both hands to my throat and began to squeeze. I
gasped for air, my face turning purple. He let go releasing my neck and
grabbed my hair, pulling my head to his cock. His hard cock-head touched my
lips, and began rubbing it across my mouth.

"C'mon slut, open up," he ordered again, pressing his cock-head against my
lips.

I, with tears forming in my eyes, parted my lips so that my father could
enter my mouth. He guided his cock though my soft lips, and using his big
hands, moved my head back and forth on his dick, slipping his huge black
cock-head in and out of my mouth.

"You fuckin' fag," he muttered. "You got a real hot mouth." He increased
the pace, using my head like a rag doll, forcing my face on and off his
cock.

"Take it you little whore," he yelled out as he fucked his shaft in and
out. I felt that hot cock slide across my tongue, as the rock hard tool
plunged in and out of my face. I felt it grow larger and harder in my
mouth.

Dad pulled harder on my head forcing his cock deeper into my mouth. His
cock-head hit the back of my throat. "Here we go, bitch. Ready to swallow
my monster cock?" Fear and lust run through me as I heard his words. Even
if I wanted, I was unable to stop him as he pulled yet harder on my head
and Dad's huge cock-head squeezed into my tight throat. I gagged when the
enormous shaft lodged in the entrance to my throat.

I struggled, trying to get free; I couldn't breathe. I had never
experienced anything like this. I was sure I would choke to death trying to
swallow such a monster torch like his cock. He had my head held tightly as
he forced his prick into my mouth. The cock pushed in further and I felt it
sliding down my throat, deeper and deeper. Gagging, my throat muscles
gripped and squeezed the gigantic cock as it went down my gullet. Gurgling
sounds came from me and my throat muscles tightened more and more around
the hot huge cock that was stuffing me.

Dad groaned from the terrific feeling. "Oh, Fuck. What a tight fuckin'
throat. That's right fag, take it!" Tears and drool were running down my
chin from the brutal face fucking, and I sobbed around Dad cock.

I felt Dad's balls slap against my chin, and his pubic hair press against
my lips. He groaned like an animal and said "Look at that, you took it all,
fag!" His entire now at least twelve-inch long cock was buried inside my
throat. He had made me swallow his entire fat cock. Then holding my head
tightly, he fucked my face with his stiff dick. Dad jerked my head back and
forth, ramming his cock repeatedly in and out of my throat. Wet gurgling
sounds continued coming from my throat, and long strings of drool hung from
my mouth.

"That's it fag, drool over it! Just like this" he grunted, ramming his cock
between my lips, his cock-head bumping against my tonsils. Dad continued
forcing himself in, and the sounds of my discomfort only excited him
more. The gurgling and choking sounds coming me and the sight of his
oversized shaft stretching my mouth and making my throat bulge drove Dad
crazy. Faster and faster he fucked my mouth jamming his twelve inches of
hot meat repeatedly down my throat. I felt his cock get harder and it
actually seemed to grow larger as his pumping increased. My fear
intensified, I needed to breathe, but my rapist was enjoying himself
fucking my face too much to care.

"Take it son. "That's it, choke on your own father's cock!" The gagging
noises increased from my throat as I tried to breathe, but his rapid
thrusts down my gullet were too fast and deep "Your mother never took it
soo deep. Good job, fag son." I continued gagging and he fucked my throat
as if it were a cunt.  "Damn, your thigh throat's gonna make me cum." Dad
marveled, surprised at how quick it took."Oh Yes, Oh Yes, Oooooh,
yeeeeeees!"

I could hear the lewd slapping noise of my forehead hitting his belly and
his balls smacking my chin every time he hit bottom. Using my mouth the
same way he'd use a pussy, he fucked it with quick deep strokes. I was
gagging and choking, and then it worsened. Suddenly Dad pulled my head
tightly into his groin, leaving it there and letting out a deep low
groan. My nose was mashed against his belly as he came. I felt the huge
cock deep inside my throat throb. It began pulsating over and over and I
could feel something warm running down deep within me. I realized Dad was
cumming inside my throat. It was his hot sperm I felt running down my
throat and into my belly. My throat tightened around his ejaculating cock,
intensifying his orgasm and increasing the amount of hot semen erupting
from his cock. His cum bubbled from the corners of my mouth and thick
strands of it ran from my nose. Ropes of semen dangled from my lips and
chin. Then my father started

 fucking my face again and seemed as though he'd never stop. The cum
dribbled down my neck and spilled down the front of my tits.

Dad began pulling his cock from my mouth. As it slipped from my throat,
another blast of cum shot into my mouth. The taste of it was bitter. It was
kind of salty and felt sticky. I gasped for breath. More sperm hit me in
the face as I coughed; spitting up some of the thick jism just deposited in
my throat. It dribbled from my mouth and I felt some running down my
cheeks. His cock continued to throb, dumping more thick fluid onto my
"Swallow it, son! Swallow your father's seed!." Dad demanded.

I obeyed , closed my mouth, and swallowed his hot seed.

"That's a good little fag," Dad replied.

"Now you can clean the rest off."

He jerked his cock a few times squeezing out one last big glob on the end
of it.

"Stick your tongue out, son" I opened my mouth and touched my tongue to his
black cock. Dad could see the strands of semen still hanging from my mouth
as he wiped the glob of cum on my tongue and shoved his cock down my throat
one last time. Then, still firmly holding onto my head and pushing his cock
deep into my mouth, my just held me in this position for a couple minutes
not saying a word. Then I started to feel his cock very slowly unleash his
hot piss.

"Don't get any piss on the floor, son!" he said, as I felt the piss start
to rush faster into my mouth. It slowly started to fill up my mouth. I had
no choice but to try to drink it as fast as it came. I gulp it down, trying
not to let any spill out of my mouth and onto the floor. "Yah!  Go on son!!
Drink my fucking piss! You faggot like drinking your father's piss, don't
you ? Tell me you like my piss faggot son"

I shock my head yes, letting him know that I was indeed enjoying what he
was doing. I guess he had a lot of wine, because it felt like he had
unleashed a gallon of wine into my mouth and stomach. When he was done
pissing, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and then slapped it across my
face several times leaving red welts.

I saw him picking slowly his cloths from the floor, dressing up and
unlocking the door. Before leaving me alone in the cot, he said to me with
a glacial look "You better take your fag mouth shut, son, or I'll kill
you!". Then he left.

I couldn't move, all naked, dirty from sperm, droll, piss and sweat. My
mouth was sore, my tonsils were burning and my head was pulsating. I
couldn't believe that it had really happened to me. I looked at my penis.
It was rock hard.