Blast from the Past and from my Son

"I don't think it's a matter of how well you wiped," I said. "I don't see any evidence of wiping at all."

"Yeah, well I didn't know you were gonna end up so close to my ass stink!"

"I wouldn't call it stink," I told him. "More of an earthy musk... not dissimilar to the smell of your bedroom when you have one of your university buddies staying over."

"You mean when I'm taking one up me?" he chortled.

"Quite," I nodded. "So not completely unpleasant."

Jake chuckled as he saw me adjust my swelling crotch with my free hand while I tried to locate where the sex toy was snagging at his cock.

I said, "As you lose your stiffness, you'll probably find your penis works free of its own accord."

"That's the trouble," he replied. "Seeing you sniff my skid-marks is making me bone up even harder!"

"Jake!" I hissed. "I'm your dad for Christ's sake!"

"Yeah, well that isn't stopping your trouser front tenting up from your son-and-heir's doodie-stink!"

"I like the smell of anal sex, I've never made any secret of that," I admitted from where I was hunched with my face between his legs. "The odour of your bottom and underpants happens to be very similar to that... that's all."

"Yeah, well I like it when guys get horny sniffing my butt... I've never made any secret of that either!"

I reached up and managed to click a section of the plastic lip around the pussy back into its fitting, making flush with the rest of the interior sweep of the tubing.

"There... you should be able to withdraw your member without further snagging," I said, removing myself from between my son's muscular thighs.

"Who said anything about withdrawing?" he laughed. "Might as well finish off what I've started!"

His buttocks started flexing again as he continued fucking the fake woman's pussy (although I was now sure he was no longer thinking of as either a woman or a pussy!) and I quickly stopped his exertions, saying, "Careful, Jake... you're going to need to calm your technique otherwise you'll snag yourself again."

He pulled out quickly, clearly alarmed at the thought of getting caught for a second time on the jutting shard of plastic, and turned to me with his huge cock now fully engorged and curving upwards. I couldn't help but smile at how big the thing was, raised proudly upright and dwarfing his two fat saggy nuts which hung low in his sack.

He grinned back at me, yanking his foreskin right back to reveal a broad purple dome with its slit gaping open and seeming pleased that his long thick shaft had in the last couple of years become swathed with a network of knotted veins.

"Wanna show me how to do it, dad?" he asked. "I'll grab some lube and you can demonstrate the best technique!"

"Jake, I'm not going to - "

"Come on," he insisted. "You've grown a woodie as stiff as mine... and it's not like I haven't seen it before..."

"I hardly think - "

"And I might wanna borrow your little toy... you wouldn't want me to do myself an injury, would you?"

I sighed with resignation and he grinned and asked where the nearest stash of lube was.

"Coffee table drawer, underneath the condoms" I replied. "Always good to have a supply of accessories at hand when one's entertaining."

"Oh, absolutely," he agreed, grabbing the tube from the drawer. "You never know when a few drinks with a mate is gonna get interesting!"

I unzipped myself and hitched my trousers and white Calvin briefs halfway down my thighs, making my large erection spring upwards and my two full, heavy bollocks hang down between my legs. I pulled my foreskin back to expose the shiny red helmet underneath, making Jake grin and push his own cock forwards so we could compare his thicker, veinier organ with my slimmer, smoother specimen.

"Aw yeah!" he chuckled. "Look at our two big dicks, dad... don't they look hot!"

I called out, "On guard!" and jabbed my pulsing hard-on towards his. We giggled as we thumped our two big manhoods together in a lunging cock-fight, with our balls slapping hard against each other and our slit juice smearing across our shafts.

When we'd settled down, laughing together at our silliness, I said, "This is nice, actually... I think it's a testament to the strength of our relationship, Jake, that we can be aroused together without awkwardness or embarrassment."

"We should wank off sometimes," he suggested, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"We sort of do... you hear me from your room, I'm sure, as clearly as I hear you when we're masturbating before sleep."

"Yeah, but we should do it together. Not touching each other or anything weird... just telling each other about the fun we've been getting up to and whacking ourselves off so we cum at the same time."

I smiled back at him but shook my head. "I'm not sure about that, Jake... I think if it's just the two of us masturbating together, it does fall into the category of 'weird'."

I lubed myself up before mounting the doll from behind, just as he had. My cock slid smoothly up its plastic pussy and I was surprised at how comfortable it felt to be in its warm, gentle grip.

"This feels quite nice, actually," I muttered, holding its hips as I withdrew myself before starting up a slow, steady rhythm. "Perhaps we should share it... you have it one night, I'll have it the next."

"Or use it together," Jake smirked, always keen to push things to the boundary and beyond. "You take one end, I'll have the other!"

I ignored his suggestion - although for some reason it sounded less objectionable than the two of us simply masturbating together - and instead said, "See how you've got to be quite careful in the way you slide in and out of it. If you get too rough that little plastic rim dislodges and you end up caught in it like a bear-trap!"

"I can't really see," he complained, straining to see the movement of my cock through the blurring of the plastic. "Are you just holding it steady and jabbing your dick in and out?"

"Yes... if you try and pull its hips towards you, it's likely to snag you."

Then he surprised me by going behind me and crouching down between my legs, just like I had with him, so that he could see the underside of my cock thrusting back and forth into the smooth rim of the opening.

"Oh yeah," he said. "I kinda geddit now... but maybe we could superglue that dodgy piece in place so that we can get a bit rougher with it..."

"Perhaps we could... yes... but not right now. I don't want to end up with the thing stuck fast to my willy!"

"Aw yeah, that'd be a good one to take to A&E," he laughed. "I can see which piece is loose... it should be pretty easy to fix it..."

Jake craned in further and I felt his spiky fringe tickling into the crease between my buttocks. He took an intake of breath right above where my saggy briefs were stretched tight betwen my thighs and then called out, "Aw fuck! I can really smell your arse from this angle, dad!"

Embarrassed, I made to pull out from the doll, but Jake stopped me, saying, "Don't freak out... I didn't say it was a bad thing!"

"Are you sure?" I asked. "I can get quite whiffy back there sometimes!"

"It's a hell of a lot more than whiffy but... damn! It's sexy as fuck! It's like you said earlier... dirty pants smell like a dude having butt sex!"

"So what you're smelling now is similar to the smell I produce during sex?"

"Yeah, when you're having it done to you. Like when Guy's staying over and I can smell him doing you up the arse!"

That made me chuckle and I started gently fucking the doll again. "And you like that, do you? You enjoy the odour of your dad taking it up the bum...?"

He took a longer sniff and said, "Oh God yeah! It's your crack-stink wafting up from the back of your pants but it's the exact smell of your arse getting fucked!"

"You sure it's not... you know... nasty?"

"It's really ripe but... fuck! It's making my cock ache something chronic!"

"I'm sure my underpants don't smell that strong... it's probably my bum-crack you're smelling."

He pulled his head out from between my legs and I thought for a moment he was going to back off. Instead, I suddenly felt his nose push firmly in between my cheeks, low down right where my arsehole was lurking, and he inhaled deeply inside my hot hairy crack.

"Fuck yeah!" he called out. "It's sure as hell is your crack but... Jesus! It's so intense and awesome!"

Part of me was horrified to hear my son talk about the private smell of my backside in such graphic and sexual terms, but I confess that another part of me was extremely turned on. I fucked the doll more firmly, loving the feel of my foreskin being swept back and forth across the fat head of my cock and enjoying the tight grip of the plastic around my steadily thrusting shaft.

"Jake - " I began and then couldn't think how I wanted to continue.

He took another sharp sniff with his nose squeezed tightly between my buttocks and said, "Oh God that's hot! Like a really rough stinky butt-fuck!"

I fucked the doll faster and with long sweeping strokes, feeling rampantly horny in spite of worrying that it might snag me if I thrust too hard.

He pushed in deeper so that I could feel the tip of his nose nudging against my slimy pucker, inhaled hungrily at the eye-watering pungence of his dad's most intimate opening, and then gasped, "Aw yeah! It's ranker than when you've taken a dump... and I go in there afterwards and jerk myself off!"

"Oh my God... Jake - " I muttered, but again I couldn't figure out how to respond. I was equally shocked and aroused by this and the conflict of emotions was proving almost paralysing.

He stood up behind me and I felt the heat of his blunt bell-end pressed firm into the crease that his nose had just vacated.

"I need to cum," he said flatly and grabbed me roughly by the hips.

"No..." I managed to say even though my hole was dilating with excitement.

"I'll just wank off using your butt-cheeks," he panted into my ear. "Grip me tight and I'll sweep my cock up and down!"

I felt a sudden twang of disappointment - had I really wanted Jake to push his cock into my hole? - but I grunted in agreement as he wedged the thick shaft of his organ down the deep crack between my buttocks. I clamped my cheeks tightly together and he started thrusting up and down so that the grip of my bum yanked his foreskin back and forth.

Enjoying the sensation, he pushed my back down so that I was bent right over the plastic doll I was now rapidly fucking. I grabbed it by the tits and Jake held me firm by the shoulders, then he pounded his cock furiously within the tight clench of my cheeks.

The ridge underneath his cock was rubbing hard against the swollen ring of my arsehole, making it tingle and pucker and causing me to gasp with delight.

"Oh God... I can smell it, dad!" he growled. "I'm making you moist, aren't I?"

We both sniffed eagerly at the growing aroma he was causing my anus to discharge, and he humped me still harder, making our two big sets of bull-nuts swing painfully into each other.

I saw us reflected in the darkened screen of the TV: me crouched over and bucking my hips against the squatting the doll, with my son behind me thrusting his huge veiny cock wildly up and down inside the crack of my arse.

I could even see my own organ sliding frantically back and forth inside the doll's translucent innards. Could see my semen as it started squirting into the bulbous teat, filling the rubber receptacle that had not be wettened by sperm for over twenty years.

I panted with excitement as the acrid sharpness of my spunk overwhelmed the thicker and meatier stink Jake's cock had elicited from my arse.

"Aw yeah! I've made you cum!" he gasped just as a blast of his own juice splashed hotly onto my back where my shirt was hitched up.

He grabbed my bum-cheeks and smothered them tightly around the rod of his cock, still sweeping it frantically up and down to milk every last drop of cum from it.

"Oh no! Oh shit!" I suddenly cried out, even as my son's sloppy jizm was still dribbling down into my arse-crack. "The bloody thing's snared my cock... oh Jesus! It hurts like hell!"

Jake laughed and pulled his cock out from my hairy trench. "I told you it was painful... it's like a fucking man-trap!"

"Just help me with it! It got me right in the middle of my orgasm!"

Jake pushed his face back between my legs and helped to untangle me from the plastic pussy.

Once I was free and we were wiping ourselves down with the tissues that I also keep in the coffee table drawer, Jake muttered, "That thing I said about following you into the loo... that was just sex-talk, okay? I'm not into stuff like that."

"You don't need to be embarrassed, Jake," I smiled. "As we discovered this evening, sometimes faecal odours can be evocative of the smells of anal sex. We both enjoy anal sex so inevitably some faecal odours are going to arouse us."

"I guess," he said, throwing a wad of cum-soaked tissue onto the coffee table. "You don't think something like that would be weird, then?"

"You saw that I was aroused by the smell of your rear... and clearly you were aroused by the smell of mine."

He nodded, and I went on, packing myself back into my Calvins, "You said that you like the smell of men having sex with me and I get similarly excited when you bring your uni mates home and I can smell that you're... well... on all-fours."

He chuckled, pulling his boxers back up. "So have you ever actually... you know... got turned-on by my ass stink?"

"Of course," I admitted, hoping that he'd be encouraged to admit that his revelation about following me into the toilet was indeed the truth. The way he'd blurted it out in his excitement had lent it authenticity, but I wanted to hear him be honest about it. "Sometimes when I sort through your laundry, the smell of your bum on your boxers can cause me to develop an erection."

Jake grinned broadly at me, pleased rather than shocked by my admission. "Wow... have you ever wanked off over it?"

"Once," I nodded, fastening up my trousers. "Hunkered down on the kitchen floor next to the washer!"

"With the back of my shorts against your nose?"

"Yes. Sniffing the odour which smells very similar to that coming from your bedroom when you have one of your... er... 'bi-boys' staying over."

He chuckled at my use of his word for mates who aren't too fussy about which hole they're sliding their cocks up.

Then he said, doing up his zipper and belt, "Sometimes you leave the bathroom smelling just like it gets when I can hear you getting your butt pounded."

I smiled back at him and nodded. My anal odour during sex could often be rich to say the least.

He went on, "There's been times when it's turned me on so much that I've shut the door and wanked off."

"Well, thank you for your honesty, Jake. It's very crude - just as my own admission is - but I think it's better that we know these things about each other."

"You ever grown a boner following me into the bathroom?"

"Actually, no," I smiled, thinking of the many, many times I'd had the very opposite reaction. "But now that you've made me aware that such things can be interesting, I'll be sure to investigate it for myself!"

That made him chortle. "We're a couple of dirty gits, dad!"

"We're sexually inquisitive... that's how I'd prefer to put it."

We finished off our drinks as we had an early start next day. We decided not to deflate the blow-up doll as we wanted to have more fun with it when we got back from the match. So it was bundled away into the understairs cupboard with a promise that it would resurface in a couple of evenings when we'd take turns using it again in the living room after a couple of drinks.

It occurred to me as we went to bed that the doll had somehow made our sex-play seem more acceptable than if we'd simply masturbated together as Jake had suggested. With the doll acting like a token female for us to focus our sexual energies on, our antics felt less homosexual and less overtly incestuous.

We were just a dad and his son messing around with a sex doll. Just jokey and silly; completely without meaning.

I decided I'd be comfortable to explore things further with Jake as long as the doll continued to be included. With a plastic woman in the room to keep things lighthearted and spontaneous, it would be interesting to find out what other sexual fetishes my son was harbouring.