Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2001 13:48:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: Dad's Stink (Raunch, Scat, Incest)

Disclaimer:

The following story contains subject matter that some readers may deem
objectionable.  Therefore, if graphic sexual situations between
consenting partners involving raunch, scat and incest are offensive to
you or if you are under the age of eighteen, STOP HERE!

Dad's Stink
by Rim4you

I had better things to do on Saturday mornings other than having to do
the laundry.  It had become my chore ever since Mom passed away two
years ago.

Dad and I, since then, had settled into a fairly comfortable routine
whereby I did most of the housework and he did whatever needed to be
done outdoors.  We'd compromise by taking turns at cooking.

At sixteen, I'd have much rather been hanging out with my friends on
Saturday morning than stuck in the basement with the dirty laundry.

"Hey Logan!"  Dad shouted, from the top of the basement stairs.

"Yeah Dad?"  I hollered back.

"I'm going out for my morning run."

"What?  You haven't done that already, Dad?"

"Nope."  Dad replied, shrugging his shoulders.  "I overslept this
morning."

"Must be getting old then, Dad!"

"Hey!  Give me a break."  Dad laughed.  "At least I keep myself in
shape.  Not bad, huh, for a thirty-four year old?"

Dad struck one of his poses, flexing his muscles.  I had to admit he was
right.  At thirty-four, Dad towered over my six foot frame.  He had
always been athletic.  He jogged everyday.  Worked out at the gym three
times a week and played on the softball team where he worked.

Something came over me as I gazed up at the well proportioned figure of
my Dad.  Admiration?  Envy?  Perhaps lust?

Dad was a good looking man.  Many people found it hard to believe that
he was my Dad.  We were often mistaken for brothers.  And many people
commented on how I was the spitting image of my Dad.

Aside from his more muscular frame and height,  Dad and I were both dark
haired and blue eyed with Italian features.

But on this Saturday morning as I looked up at my Dad in his tight
fitting jogging shorts, something else caught my eye.  His crotch.  It
looked so full.  Almost inviting.  Perhaps he had his athletic cup on
underneath his shorts?

"You sure you don't want to take a jog with me, Logan?"

"Nah!  I'll pass, Dad.  The laundry."  I replied, pointing to the pile
of dirty clothes on the floor.  "It won't wash itself and if I don't get
it done we'll be running around naked here."

I caught a glint in Dad's eyes when I said the word 'naked.'  It wasn't
as if we hadn't seen each other naked before.  After all, there was just
the two of us now.

Many a time had I seen Dad parading down the hallway, to or from the
bathroom, stark naked.  His thick cock and low hanging balls swinging
between his muscular legs.  He never made a show of his nakedness but
everytime I saw him that way, something stirred in the pit of my stomach
and my dick would stiffen.

I realised for quite some time that I was attracted to guys.  I had read
somewhere that it was probably just a phase but it seemed to me that the
phase was something I didn't want to merely pass through.

"Earth to Logan!"  Dad hollered.

"Huh?"  I replied.

I caught myself staring right at his crotch.  It became obvious to me
that the fullness in his crotch was not due to his wearing an athletic
cup.  Rather, it was his dick.  What appeared to be around nine inches
of cock snaking down his left thigh.

"I'll catch you later, Logan.  You okay?"

"Yeah!  Uh ... sure Dad.  Later!"  I stammered, turning my back to him
to face the washing machine.  More on the pretext of hiding my rising
dick than futzing with the clothes in the washer.

I heard the front door slam shut.  Alone in the basement, my hands
gripping the washer, I began to sense that familiar knawing in the pit
of my stomach and my cock tingling.  I loved that feeling.

I leaned forward and rubbed my crotch against the cool metal of the
washing machine.  My dick was in high gear now.  Rock hard and throbbing
and in dire need of attention.  As I reached down and tugged at the
elastic waistband of my shorts, pulling them under my balls, thus
freeing my cock and ball sack, I wondered what Dad did when his cock
twitched, throbbed and ached for attention?

Since Mom's death, I hadn't known Dad to date women, let alone bring a
woman home.  Perhaps I had just taken it for granted and overlooked the
fact that Dad hung around with only the guys.  Could it be that Dad was
going through a phase or did he now prefer the company of men?

As I reached down and curled my fingers around my dick and gave it a
couple of strokes, I couldn't help but think of what it would be like to
see my Dad pulling on his meat and to hear his sighs and moans of
satisfaction?  Would his cock be as long and thick as mine when erect?
I had my fair share of stares and whistles in the lockeroom at school.

Would his groans be as feverish as mine when he reached the point of no
return?  After all, everybody said how Dad and I were so much alike.
Could we be that much alike sexually?

I tugged my shorts down.  Stepping out of them, I took a step back.  I
looked down at my hand on my cock and smiled.  I was satisfied with the
eight inches of throbbing, dripping dick I was holding in my hand.  As I
continued to stroke my rigid shaft, I cupped my balls in the palm of my
other hand.  They felt full, warm and sweaty.  I rubbed them in the palm
of my hand and grasping the loose skin, tugged at them while I stroked
my cock.

It felt good.  The tingling sensations shot up my shaft.  The clamy
feeling of my balls and the sound of my hand sliding up and down my rod
only added to the erotic feelings stirring within me.

I sighed when I released my balls from my grip and brought the palm of
my hand to my face and took a whiff.  A subtle, musky aroma swirled up
my nostrils.  When the connection, the recognition of this scent hit my
brain, I moaned as pre-cum drooled out of my pisshole and threaded its
way to the floor.

In a flash I became acutely aware of the other scents rising from the
dirty laundry in the washer.  Musky aromas from sweat stained t-shirts
and funky socks, briefs and jockstraps.

Recognizing a pair of Dad's 'Fruit of the Looms' lying atop the pile of
clothes, I quickly reached in and drew it out.  I could feel the
dampness of the material as I rolled it around in my hand.  Gazing at it
I could see all the tell-tale signs of those private body secretions.
On the front were yellowish spots which I recognized to be piss stains,
the outer fringes of which appeared as beige rings against the white
fabric of the briefs.

Running my fingers over the front pouch, I could feel crusty patches and
surmised that it was dried up piss, sweat and cum.  Perhaps Dad had
jacked off in these briefs or used it as a cum rag?

My nostrils quivered as I turned the briefs over and I stared at the
rather heavy brown skids in the seat.  Was this the product of Dad
cutting a juicy, wet fart?  Or was it due to a poor, hasty wipe after a
hefty dump or the residue of not having wiped his ass at all?

With my cock throbbing in my hand, I lifted Dad's briefs up and rubbed
the skid marked seat over my face.  Here, the dampened cloth had a more
robust aroma as if it were fresh with his buttstink.  The ripe scent
curled up my nostrils and my cock twitched and spat it pre-cum more
profusely now.

My knees began to wobble as I shakily sank to the floor, on my knees in
another pile of dirty laundry strewn with funky socks and underwear,
much like the one I had pressed to my face.

As I breathed deep the stink from Dad's briefs, my lips made contact
with the damp, skid marked cloth.

"Fuck!"  I groaned, sniffing greedily and working the foul material past
my lips and into my mouth.

As I sucked, soaking what I knew to be the skid marks with my saliva, a
tangy flavor began to fill my mouth.  A subtle, almost bitter taste.  I
moaned even louder, and stroked my dick harder, realising that I was
tasting the residue from my Dad's dirty asshole.

"Mmmmmm!  Mmmmmm!"  I moaned, as the tangy, ripe smelling substance,
began to take hold of my taste buds.  Was this what shit tasted like?
Was this what I was tasting as I ran my wet tongue up and down the
heavily skidded, brown streaks in the seat of Dad's briefs?  Was this
what his asshole tasted like?  Smelled like?

Often, when masturbating, I would finger my asshole and sniff my finger
afterwards.  Whenever my hole was moist and sweaty, I discovered the
stink to be more pungent and therefore, more arousing to me.

Now, having my Dad's stink swirling up my nostrils and having his butt
stench in my mouth, I could feel my balls churning to what I knew would
be an explosive ejaculation.

I knew that if I wanted this feeling to last, I'd have to slow things up
a bit.  Panting with lust, I ran Dad's briefs from my face down my neck,
over my shoulders and into my armpits.  First one and then the other.  I
cooed with delight as I felt the spit soaked, shit stained fabirc glide
over the hairs in my pit.  The manner in which I rubbed Dad's briefs
into my armpit was like taking a washcloth to it.  I swirled his briefs
into my pit slowly.  Almost methodically as if to make certain that each
hairshaft had been washed with the foul smelling cloth.

Swirling my hand outward, I ran the soiled briefs over my chest and my
now erect nipples.  Positioning a skid mark directly over a nipple, I
clasped it between the brown stained cloth and gave it a sharp pinch.

"Fuck!"  I cried, squirming with pain and lust.  My cock jerked and my
balls bounced on a sweaty sock.

>From my now aching nipple, which sent pin-pricks of pain rippling out
over my chest, I ran the briefs downward over my taut stomach and rubbed
it into my crotch hairs.

"Aw man!"  I moaned, as I wrapped the briefs around my throbbing shaft
and my pre-cum oozed onto the material, mingling with Dad's butt
residue.

I was feeling nasty now.  It was not enough to simply pull on my dick.
I needed something more.  Something that would transform the feelings of
nastiness into all out raunch.

I ran my hand over my asscheeks.  My flesh pimpled with my touch.  I
inched my fingers into my hairy trench.  The narrow valley felt warm and
sweaty.  Finding my asshole, I toyed with the moist pucker, rubbing my
finger over the juicy asslips before probing inward.

I winced as the asshairs were tugged into my warm cavity and my finger
began working its way deeper and deeper.  I could feel my finger sinking
into a warm sludge.  I knew that my ass was packed with shit.  I hadn't
taken my morning dump yet.  It felt so nasty.  So dirty.  It matched so
perfectly to what I was feeling.

As I finger fucked my asshole, I could feel the pasty slop oozing out of
my hole and coating my asshairs around the hole.  At the same time a
raw, pungent aroma wafted up from between my legs.  The stench of ripe
shit.

Again and again I plunged my finger in and out of my asshole.  I lusted
over the thought of what it would be like to have a cock buried deep up
my filthy hole, pounding the shit out of me.  What would it be like to
be fucked and take a shit at the same time?

I slid a second finger up my dirty hole and felt a warm sludge run down
my fingers into the palm of my hand.  I bucked my ass back and felt the
warm paste squish between my asscheeks.  I was to lost in my delerium of
lust to care that I was shitting.  That with each probe of my digits up
my slopchute, that my asshole was belching warm, gooey shit.

As the stench curled up my nostrils, my self-fuck became more
deliberate.  More forceful.  Bending over, my face fell into the pile of
dirty clothes on the floor.  The sour aroma of sweaty socks and the tang
of my shit wafted up my nose as I continued to masturbate with Dad's
briefs and finger fuck my shit oozing asshole.

"Oh yeah!  Fuck!"  I groaned, sucking a grundgy sweatsock into my mouth
as I shoved a third finger up my ass.  Greedily, my flaring asslips
sucked this third digit up my nasty fuckhole.  As I felt my fingers
penetrate up to the knuckles, my cock released a stream of warm piss,
soaking thoroughly the briefs I had wrapped around my dick and the
clothes beneath me.

The odor of strong, heady, morning piss swirled up my nose.  A wave of
relief and added lust rushed over me.

"Fuck!  Fuck!"  I cried, as I pistoned my digits in and out of my
filthy, shit-farting hole.  "Fuck me!  Fuck me!"

I gasped and writhed with perverted lust.  I wriggled around so I could
find a piss soaked article of clothing to suck into my mouth so I could
taste my morning nectar.
Sucking hungrily at my own piss soaked jockstrap, I didn't perceive, at
first, the added sensation to my asshole.

It wasn't until I felt, what I likened to sandpaper scraping against my
ass that I turned my head to look back over my shoulder.

"Dad!"  I gasped, the pissy jockstrap falling from my mouth.

"Logan!  Logan!"  Dad groaned, his tongue lapping at my shithole.

Peering out from my upturned ass, I could see my Dad's face.  His eyes
were as glassy with lust as mine.  His full lips were tinged brown with
shit and he was sweeping his tongue over his lips, making smacking
sounds.  The corners of his mouth dripped with brown drool that dribbled
over his chin.

I could tell, by the motion of his arm, that he was jacking on his dick.

"Fuckin' tastes good, son!"  He whispered, lustily.  "Smells and tastes
so fuckin' good!"

Shocked but turned on, with a disgusting slurping sound, I pulled my
fingers out of my fucked hole.

"Taste it, Logan.  Taste your shit!"  Dad moaned.

I brought my fingers under my nose and took a deep whiff.  The stench
was almost overwhelming.

Dad rose up to his knees so I could see him jacking on his cock.  The
look on his face was pure lust and he stroked his thick, long, veiny
dick.

"Taste it, son!  Suck on your shitty fingers!"

I opened my mouth.  Slowly I wrapped my lips around my filthy digits.
The shit stink shot up my nose turning me on even more.  As I took in a
deep breath of pure, raw shit, I shoved my fingers into my mouth and
began to suck greedily and sloppily.  As the bitter tang of buttfudge
filled my mouth, I felt the bulbous head of Dad's cock kissing my shitty
asshole.

"Mmmmmm!  Fuck me, Dad!"  I rasped, slurping away at my filthy, stinky
fingers.  "Rape my teenage cunt with your big dick! Fuck the shit out of
me.  I want to feel your big cock churning the turd up my dirty asshole!
Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me nasty!  Fuck me dirty, Dad!"

Kneeling behind me, slowly and almost teasingly, Dad began inching his
thick, rockhard cock up my ass.

"Fuck the shit out of me!"  I groaned, licking my shitty fingers.

"Yeah!"  Dad replied, his voice raspy with lust.  "You want this big
cock up your nasty pussy, don't you, Logan?  Can't wait to feel my balls
slapping against your dirty, stinking butt, huh?"

"Aw fuck, yeah!"  I moaned.  "Pound that big cock of yours up my sloppy,
stinking cunt!  Make me shit while you fuck me, Dad!"

"Fuckin' nasty boy!  That's what you are, Logan!  A nasty boy!"

"Fuck me!  Aw ... aw ... fuck me!"  I growled, bucking my ass back hard.

"Yeah!  Suck that big dick with your stinkhole, boy!"  Dad hollered.
"Get it all stinky and nasty with your shit!"

As Dad hurled his obscenities at me, slamming his dick in deep, my ass
stung with a resounding slap of his hand.

"Fuckin' the bitch dirty and stink, man!"  Dad cried out, slapping my
ass as he pounded away, churning my filth up my butt with his cock.
"You like it raunchy, nasty and stink, don't you, Logan?"

"Yes!  Yes!"  I hollered, bucking my ass to meet each pounding thrust of
his dick.  "Fuck my whore cunt dirty, Dad!  Dick that ass good!  Fuck me
stink!"

"Fuckin' the shit outta you, boy!"  Dad hollered back, pumping his hips
back and forth.  "Fuckin' your tight cunt sloppy and dirty, bitch!"

Dad grabbed my waist hard and ground his dick to the hilt up my ass.  I
could feel his crotch hairs and his balls mashing and slapping against
my butt.

"Aw fuck, yeah!"  Dad yelled, pulling his cock out of my ass.  "Dirty,
stink dick!  Now get over here and suck the shit off my cock!  Suck my
dirty dick, Logan!"

I swung around.  As I gobbled Dad's filthy tool down my throat, my
gaping, fucked hole farted and spat its stinky load.

"Don't waste that shit, boy!  Scoop it up.  Smear it all over your
dick!"

Like a crazed animal I swept my hand into the fresh pile of reeking shit
and slapped the brown sludge onto my dick and stroked.

"Yeah!  Play with that dirty dick of yours, boy!  Suck my nasty cock!
Oh yeah.  Feels fuckin' good!  Suck!  Suck dirty dick, nasty boy!"

I slurped and sucked at my Dad's filth covered cock, hungrily.  My mouth
was stuffed with cock and the pasty fudge of my shit.

"Want more shit, pig?"  Dad yelled.

"Mmmmmm!"  I moaned, sucking furiously.

"Fuck yeah!"  Dad groaned, his hand behind him and under his ass as he
cut a ripe, juicy fart and the palm of his hand quickly filled with a
long, steamy turd.  "Oh yeah!  Got something nice and stink for you,
Logan!"

Dad pulled his dick out of my mouth.  I watched as he slapped the pile
of shit in his hand onto his chest and rubbed it around.

"Smell it!"  Dad snapped, extending his hand down towards me.

I sniffed the pasty sludge in his hand.  It was foul and stink.

"You like my stink, boy?"

"Yes!  Yes!"

"Oh yeah!  Let me get some of this stink on my balls for you.  Fuck
yeah!  Look at those tastey, stink balls, son!  They feel so fuckin'
nasty all covered in shit!  Wanna suck my balls, boy, while I jack my
cock?"

"Yes!  Yes!"  I groaned, taking his filthy balls into my mouth.

"Yeah!  Suck on those dirty balls while I jack off with my big cock all
covered in stinky shit!  Fuck!  Fuck yeah!  Feels so fuckin' nasty.  You
suckin' on my shitty balls while I jack on my dirty dick!"

Sucking on my Dad's stinky balls, my hand flew up and down my own dick.
With my free hand I rubbed my Dad's full, muscular ass.

"Yeah, that's it."  Dad groaned, beating his meat.  "Play with my ass.
Suck my balls and play with my ass!"

I worked my fingers into his sweaty ass trench and finding his dirty
asshole, I rammed two fingers in deep.

"Fuck!  Fuck yeah!"  Dad moaned, bucking his asshole onto my fingers.
"Dig up my stinking mancunt, Logan!  Dig for shit!"

I churned my fingers up his shitchute.  He squirmed with pleasure.

"Fuck yeah!  Hit that prostate, son!  Make me spooge, motherfucker!"

"Mmmmmm!  Mmmmmm!"  I moaned, sucking and tugging on his balls as I dug
my fingers up his butt and pounded away at my throbbing dick.

"Fuck!  Fuck!"  Dad yelled.  "Gonna fuckin' shoot my load!
Aaarrrggghhh!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!"

A thick rope of cum flew out of Dad's piss slit.  It shot up in the air
and landed, splat after splat onto my lips, which I sucked into my
mouth.

With the taste of cum and shit in my mouth and my fingers buried deep in
asshole, my dick jerked and spasmed sending a fountain of spooge onto
the floor.

"Yeah!  Fuck!  Shoot that spunk, Logan!  Cum!  Cum!"

Heaving and sighing, I crumpled to the floor onto my back.  My breaths
were short and raspy.  Gazing up I could see Dad's hairy ass spreading
as he lowered his raunchy butt onto my face.

"Oh yeah!"  Dad sighed, a stream of piss shooting out of his pisshole,
as I wrapped my lips around his dirty pucker.  "Smell Dad's stink, nasty
boy!  Eat it!"

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