Date: Sat, 24 Nov 2001 12:47:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: Raunchy With Dad (Scat, Incest)

Disclaimer:

The following story deals with subject matter that some readers may find
objectionable.  Therefore, if graphic depictions of sex involving scat
and incest are offensive to you or if you are under the age of eighteen,
STOP HERE!

Raunchy With Dad
by Rim4you

Prologue

The house on 54 Elmwood Drive, from its outward appearance, looked no
different from the others surrounding it in the upper middle class
neighborhood in which it stood.  It was well maintained and had
manicured lawns.  So what made it so different?

As a kid growing up, I often wondered if what went on within the
confines of our home happened elsewhere too.

Dad worked hard as a construction foreman to see to it that I lacked for
nothing.  To say that I grew up spoiled would have an element of truth
in it.  After all, I was an only child.  I was used to having my way.

It wasn't until I found myself in the Marine Corps, following in my
dad's footsteps, that I learned that what I wanted didn't necessarily
mean that I'd get it.

Following my stint in the Corps I decided to head back to the house on
Elmwood Drive for a visit with my dad.  Would everything fall into place
as it did when I was a kid growing up in that house?  Can memories be
relived, literally?

I was to find out soon enough as I pulled up into the driveway and
realised that outwardly, everything appeared the same.

Chapter 1

As I made my way up towards the front door, I gazed at the man, eighteen
years my senior, framing the doorway.  At forty, aside from a few whisps
of gray hair at the temples, dad appeared as though he had just stepped
out of my childhood and I was returning home from summer camp with
adventures to tell.

In a sense that was true.  But I was no longer a snotty nosed kid.
Rather, I was returning home as one of 'the few and the proud.'  A
Marine.

"Matt!"  Dad's booming voice greeted me.

"Hey Dad!"  I hollered back, dropping my duffle bag and scurrying up the
sidewalk to his strong, warm embrace.  "Nice to see you.  You're looking
good."

"Nice to have you home again, son!  Damn proud of you too, Matt!"

As we hugged one another, all the familiar emotions came flooding back.
A feeling of security and safety in my father's strong arms and the
familiar scent of after shave mingled with sweat.

I retrieved my duffle bag and stepped into the house.  Everything was as
I remembered it.

"Not much has changed, Matt.  Except for ... uh ... well, you know."

"Are you doing okay, Dad?  I mean ..."

"Aside from missing your mom, I'm okay, Matt."

Mom had recently passed away and I could tell by the tone in the letters
that dad wrote to me, that he was somewhat depressed.  That's one
reason, following my discharge from the Corps, that I decided to come
home for awhile.  To keep dad company and perhaps take up where we had
left off.

"Why don't you toss your duffle bag in your room while I go get us some
beer."

"I could use a beer about now."  I said.

"You'll find your room's still the same, Matt.  Even down to the
magazines you used to hide between the mattresses!"

I blushed.  Dad laughed and headed off towards the kitchen.  I headed
upstairs to my old room.  Curiousity got the best of me and I peeked
under the mattress.  There, glaring back at me as if a ghost from the
past, were two issues of "Drummer" magazine and a third one I didn't
recognize with the title "Sleaze" emblazoned on the cover.

I picked up the latter and thumbed through it.  As my cock began to
twitch, my eyes bugged out at the hot looking stud in leather chaps and
harness kneeling in front of a similarly clad young man who was using
the kneeling stud as a urinal.

"Oh my god!"  I gasped, groping the mound between my legs.

I tucked the magazine under the pillow remarking to myself that I'd have
some bedtime reading.  I slipped into something more comfortable; a tank
top and a pair of navy-blue, nylon jogging shorts and not worrying about
what was tenting the front of my shorts, headed back downstairs.

"I'm in the family room," dad hollered, as I bounded down the stairs.

"You were right, Dad!"  I chuckled, entering the room and taking the
beer he handed to me.  "Everything's the same except for ..."

"You took a peek, huh?"

"Oh yeah!"  I responded, grinning from ear to ear.

"So what did you think of it?"

"Nice."  It was all I could say at the time.

"From the looks of it, Matt, I'd say you were pleased!"

Dad winked at me and nodded before raising the bottle of Budweiser to
his lips and saying, "here's to old times, son!"

I lifted my beer bottle up and placing it to my lips, took a deep drink
of the soothing brew, thinking back to those good times.

Chapter 2

We spent the next several hours getting snockered and swapping Marine
stories.  It seemed that now, my not being a kid anymore but a young man
of twenty-two, dad seemed more relaxed in his conversation.  As the
evening began to unfold I began to see a part of my father, which in the
past, had only been subtle hints, which now unfolded in more graphic
detail.  Tales of his adventures, similar to my own, of him and his
Marine buddies after a night of carousing and finding themselves horny
as hell with none but one another to unleash their pent up passions.

"I'm fuckin' freakin' you out, aren't I, Matt?"

"No way, Dad!"  I exclaimed, clasping my hand on his knee and giving it
a firm squeeze.  "Semper fi!"

"You got that right, son!"  Dad replied, taking a swig of his sixth
beer.  "A Marine is always faithful to his buddies under any
circumstance."

"I know what you mean, Dad.  Totally.  Us guys gotta stick together even
when ..."

"Horny?"  Dad asked, looking at me with glassy eyes.  A look that I
recognized that hinted hunger.

"Fucking got that right!"  I replied, leaning back in my chair and
spreading my legs wide.

"Jeez!"  Dad whistled.  "You sure have filled out.  Joining the Corps
did you a world of good."

"In more ways than one, Dad!"  I said, feeling the warmth of the booze
and the need rising between my legs taking effect.

"You fuckin' seducing me, boy?"

"Semper fi!"  I purred, drawing up my legs and draping them over the
arms of the chair and dropping a hand to my crotch and giving my
stiffening tool a squeeze.

"I've changed somewhat, Matt, since we last ..."

"So I've noticed."  I interrupted.  "Your little homecoming gift in my
room."

I slid my hand down the front of my shorts and wrapped my fingers around
my cock.

Dad chuckled.  "You really liked that, huh?"

"Oh yeah, fuck!"  I sighed.  "It was so hot!"

"I could work things out, Matt.  You know ... a tag team.  You and I.
There's alot of guys out there who'd like to see what you and I can and
used to do together."

"Fuck yeah!"  I moaned, cupping my balls and feeling my pisshole oozing
a pearldrop of pre-cum.

"Only now, we'd take it a step further.  Get real nasty!"

"How nasty?"  I asked, looking deep into my dad's eyes.

"As nasty as you wanna be, Matt."  Dad replied, groping the tool snaking
down his left thigh.

I looked at the stiffening joint, confined within his jeans, growing and
inching down his thigh.  Its outline becoming more and more prominent
and visible.

Flashbacks of my dad coming into my room, when I was a kid, in the
middle of the night and feeling his warm breath on my crotch came
flooding back to me.

"Pull out your dick, Matt!"  Dad hissed.  "Show me your cock!"

The familiar words rung in my ears as I tugged the front of my jogging
shorts down under my balls and exposed myself.
My dripping cock twitched as it lay flat against my taut stomach.

Through my half closed eyes I could see my dad sliding off of the sofa
and, on his knees, groping himself, inched his way towards my
outstreatched legs.

"Yeah!"  Dad hissed, drawing himself closer and closer to me.  "My boy's
got a big cock.  Like father, like son!  Play with it the way I taught
you to!"

"Aw fuck!"  I moaned.  "Do I have to, Dad?  That's so nasty!"

The feeling of being daddy's little boy was once more welling up within
me, as I curled my fingers around my dick with one hand and with the
other, slid my hand over my hairy balls and inched my fingers into my
sweaty asstrench towards my asshole.

"Do it!"  Dad bellowed, placing himself between my legs.  I could hear
the sound of his zipper being pulled down and with his deep sighs, knew
that he had taken his cock in hand and was stroking it.

"I'm not a kid anymore, Dad!"  I almost whimpered, as my hand glided up
and down my thick shaft and one of my fingers found itself at my moist,
now hairy, butthole.

"Semper fi!"  Dad whispered, as he grazed his lips over my balls.

"I'm faithful, Dad!"  I moaned, as I slipped a finger into my juicy
hole.

"Yeah!  That's the way a Marine satisfies himself!"  Dad hissed, sucking
my balls into his mouth.

This was the way it had always started on those nights so long ago.
Slipping into my room, dad would kneel at my bedside and working his
head under the covers, I'd feel his breath on my crotch and his coaxing
for me to stroke my dick and finger my asshole.

"Oh god!"  I moaned, writhing in the chair as I sunk my finger deeper
and deeper up my hole, all the while stroking my dick as dad continued
to suck and tug on my balls.  "I'd rather have your cock up my ass!"

"Mmmmmm!"  Dad moaned, slurping on my balls.  "My little boy has grown
up!"

"I'll always be your boy, Dad!"  I moaned, digging my finger deeper and
deeper up my ass.

"You know what to do now, Matt!"  Dad whispered, spitting my nuts out of
his mouth and trailing his lips up my rigid shaft, his tongue tickling
the sensitive underside of my dick, towards the head of my cock.

"Do I have to?"  I groaned.

"Semper fi!"  Dad hissed.

"Aw fuck!"  I sighed, slipping my finger out of my ass.

"Do it!"  Dad commanded.

"What, sir?"  I asked, my body heaving with lust, just as I remembered
as a fourteen-year-old boy.

"Smell your stink, son!"  Dad hissed, as he wrapped his lips around the
head of my dick and sucked, flicking his tongue in and out of my
pisshole.

"Aw fuck!  Jesus!"  I moaned, bucking my hips upward to allow his wet
mouth to slide down my slimey, oozing dick.

"Sniff your finger!"  Dad bellowed, gagging as the head of my swollen
cock hit the back of his throat.

"Yes sir!"  I shouted, passing the foul smelling digit under my nose and
taking deep whiffs.

I rememberd how, as a kid, following my dad's exact same orders, the
scent of my ripe hole upon my finger disgusted me.  It would make me
gag.

It would only be years later, when a jarhead named Langley, on our first
weekend pass after bootcamp, after a night of heavy drinking, planted
his raunchy smelling butt on my face and that pungent aroma curled up my
nostrils, that I knew that I was hooked on asshole.

"What do you smell, boy?"  Dad asked, in a voice husky with lust.

I suddenly recalled how Langley had asked me the same thing when his
firm, muscular ass was straddling my face.

"I smell asshole, sir!"  I barked, sniffing my finger.  "Stink, dirty
asshole, sir!"

"Yeah!  Smell that stink, boy!"  Dad hissed.  "That's a fuckin' Marine's
asshole your sniffin'!  Fuckin' Marine cunt!"

Unlike, when I was a kid and the scent of my asshole repulsed me, now
with my finger raised in front of my face coated with a slimey, stink
residue wafting up my nostrils and my dad's mouth slurping on my rigid,
throbbing dick and his hand tugging on my balls, I could almost picture
Langley's gaping hole hovering over my face.  His juicy asslips, tinged
brown and reeking of filth taunting me.  Teasing me.

"I smell shit, Dad!"  I groaned, driving my smelly digit up my nostril
and taking a deep breath.

"Yeah!  Smell that fuckin' dirty hole of yours, Matt!"  Dad hissed, as
he tugged my shorts down and clasping his hands behind my knees, pushed
my legs up and buried his face into my sweaty trench.  "Aw fuck!  Fuck!"
Dad cried out, dragging his nose over my assips and taking deep whiffs.

"Fuckin' smell my stink, bitch!"  I groaned, gyrating my butt onto his
face.  "Smell that raunchy manpussy!"

"Fuckin' stink, man!"  Dad sighed, rubbing his nose over my swollen,
puckering asslips and inhaling my stench deeply.  "Fuckin' nasty
shithole!"

"Yeah, bitch!"  I hollered.  "Suck on those stinky cunt lips!  Taste my
stink you fuckin' butt whore!"

"Aw fuck!  Fuck!"  Dad sighed, encircling his lips around my anal ring
and sucking hard.

"Gonna be my fuckin' toilet bitch, huh?"  I gasped, expelling a noxious,
powerful, juicy wet fart into his mouth.

"Fuckin' slut!"  Dad yelled, sniffing and lapping at my exploding hole.

"It's what you fuckin' turned me into, Dad!" I hollered back.  "A
fuckin' twisted bitch!  A pig for stink, dirty, man to man sex!"

"You fuckin' whore!"  Dad bellowed, sucking at my asshole, now dripping,
like my cock, with slime.

"Eat shit, motherfucker!"  I commanded.  "Eat my fuckin', stink butthole
slop!"

My hole rumbled and gaped open.  It was breathing a life all its own as
I let rip one ripe, juicy fart after another onto my dad's face.

"Yeah!  Feed me your farts, Matt!"

"Fuckin' gonna feed you more than my stinky manfarts, bitch!  Fuckin'
gonna feed you turd, man!  I know you want it, pig!  Just like in the
photograph from the magazine!  Your mouth full of shit!  Eat shit, man!
Eat shit!"

"Give it to me, slut!"  Dad bellowed.  "Feed me your stinking turd!"

I let out a low grunt and began farting out a thick, slimey, stinky log
which dad wrapped his lips around and began sucking on as if he were
sucking on cock.

"Suck on that turd, man!"  I groaned.  "Eat shit!"

As I sighed, expelling my filth, my cock erupted with a stream of warm,
golden piss.

Yes.  It was good to be home!

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