Date: Fri, 19 Feb 2016 12:42:01 -0600
From: Clay Carroll <wewontstop95@gmail.com>
Subject: Weekend at Dads: Part III

The following story is a work of fiction and it contains elements of
incest, watersports, and scat. If this offends you, sorry. If you like this
story, please donate to Nifty! Remember, dirty emails, and photos of cocks,
cum and especially your turds are always accepted, and masturbated over. ;)
Enjoy!

Previously on Weekend at Dads:

"Now let's clean up before dad gets home." Little did we know, dad had been
home, and he saw the entire thing. He watched through the crack in the door
with his hand around his throbbing cock. "This weekend is about to get
interesting." He whispered.

Carl Weaver could not believe his eyes. His teenage sons, Noah and Ryan
were spending the weekend with him as they usually do, but this weekend was
going to be different. He was tired and he had just gotten home from a
long, hard day at work and was gonna tell his boys goodnight. But instead,
he had just witnessed his sons having sex in his bathroom. Not just
ordinary sex. It was nasty, raunchy, dirty sex. They had pissed all over
themselves and the air smelled strongly of shit. He sat there and watched
with his cock ever growing. Before he knew it, he was stroking as he
watched his oldest son shit fuck his younger brother. He shot his load as
they kissed while they waited for the shower to get hot. He had to bite his
lip to keep from moaning out loud. He quickly pulled up his pants, ran out
the front door and waited 15 minutes in his car to give the boys their
privacy and to recover from all of this.

He wasn't angry with his boys. He was happy. He was secretly gay but never
told his sons. It was the whole reason behind his divorce. He met the boys
mother, Heather in high school and gotten her pregnant the night of senior
prom. He had no choice but to marry her. He couldn't deny who he really
was. He would always find himself sucking off some guy in a parking lot or
fucking someone in the backseat of his car. A few years after Ryan was born
did they decide to go their separate ways. They also decided not to tell
the boys that their father was gay. Carl thought it was time he came clean
but he didn't know how. After the 15 minutes were up, he calmly walked into
the house to find both boys sitting on the couch watching TV.

"Hey guys, what's up?" He asked. Ryan jumped, "hey dad! Nothing much. Just
doing a little brother bonding." He winked at Noah. Carl pretended not to
notice. He did notice his cock growing in his pants. "Well I'm gonna head
to bed, see you in the morning." He rushed upstairs, ran into his room and
shut the door. What was wrong with him? He was still horny. He needed more
relief. He pulled off his clothes, took out his vibrator, which was about 6
inches and jammed it in his hole. "Fuck yes." He whispered to himself as he
turned the switch to its full setting and shuddered as it buzzed in his
tight hole. It had been a while since he had anything in his ass and he
needed it.

While he pushed his vibrator in and out he noticed that something was in
there. He pulled it out and to his surprise, found a few brown streaks on
his vibrator. He put the toy to his nose and sniffed. The smell hit him. He
had never smelled his own shit before unless he was using the bathroom. He
jerked his hard dick even more. The smell was intoxicating. He needed and
wanted more. He pushed as hard as he could. A long brown turd snaked it's
way out of his hole and piss flowed from his pisshole onto the bed. He
broke a piece off and sniffed it. He loved it. The thought of doing
something so filthy and nasty was turning him on even more. What else could
he do with this turd? His mind flashed back to what he saw his sons
doing. He thought about it and did it. He shoved the turd in his mouth. The
taste was bitter yet smooth. It was hard like a dick so he decided to suck
it. He couldn't believe it. He was giving a turd a blowjob.

He shoved his vibrator up his hole one last time. He had never been this
horny in his life. He loved being a pig. The strong smell of shit was in
the air, there was piss in his sheets and he didn't care. He was so lost in
his performance, he didn't hear his door handle jiggle. The door slowly
opened and there stood Ryan, his youngest son. "Dad!" He yelled. He
couldn't believe his eyes. There was his father, with shit in his mouth and
a vibrator in his ass. Carl had forgotten to lock his door. Then he
thought. Well, it's now or never. "Son, why don't you come over here and
suck on daddy's cock." Ryan walked slowly in as if in a trance, shut the
door, and took off his shirt. "I've been waiting so long to hear you say
that dad."

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