Incest in Sicily

It was a scorching hot afternoon, Donna and Milam and her children, and little bill had taken an excursion out of Catania to the coast line and a small alcove known by the locals as the Cyclops. They had found a nicely shaded spot, had a picnic lunch and after the children played furiously for half an hour they were tired out from the heat and sleepy from a full meal and one by one lay down and took their customary nap. Donna was gathering up a towel and maneuvering her flip flops on her feet, when her son was suddenly by her side tugging at the towel and begging to come along. He had no shoes, so Donna picked him up with a giant grunt and they set off to the shoreline a few dozen yards away.

Donna broke out in a thick sweat from the exertion, but after a few paces she didn”t notice it in the least, because she felt her son”s growing erection against her chest wall, cradling him in her arms as she was. The boy seemed hardly to notice himself, and quite casually squirmed in her hands and reached a small hand into his bathing suit and straightened himself out. A few paces farther along she paused to catch her breath in the shade of a giant olive tree. The boy”s erection had grown steadily and was once again caught in the swim suit. Before he could fix it, though, Donna had got down on her haunches, placed the boy on one knee and gently reached in to pull his penis free. Her hand dallied there momentarily, until the boy noticed and giggled. She started to pull the hand away, but he held it fast with his two small hands and rocked on her knee like he was riding a horse. Donna urged him to silence, but appeased him nevertheless with a few hard squeezes and a little tickling of his testicles. Then she gathered him up in her arms, and they were on their way again.

Donna was busy navigating the rocking path in her flip flops, when a few paces later she realized her son had pulled his swim suit down to expose his erection, locking the fabric behind his balls which were jutting out famously. Thus as he jostled up and down in his mother”s arms, his prick was being masturbated by the friction against her swim suit. She smiled, and made a special point to take long awkward steps thereby causing the greatest displacement of the boy up and down in her arms. He was enjoying himself, and now she was too. They hardly noticed the locals passing them by, mostly fishermen going the opposite direction as they left the shore for the day, retreating swiftly to the cool comfort of their homes in a nearby hillside village, for lunch and a siesta. Well, Donna didn”t notice them, but these proud latin men certainly noticed her.

Donna was wearing a thin almost transparent tan colored bathing suit. Her skin was tanned almost as dark as the suit, so that from a distance it looked like she was wearing absolutely nothing at all. This erotic effect was accentuated greatly by her prolific sweating, which glued the thin fabric tightly to her ample – dare say giant – breasts. Then, as she jostled the boy in her arms, the breasts did too, more so. All together.