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## Chapter 7

Date: Tue, 6 Jun 2017 09:38:49 +1000
From: Taylor Foxx <taylor.foxx.author@gmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 7 - The Mistake Text Message - Gay/Incest

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The Mistake Text Message -- Part 7

I deeply regret not buying some gum or water, but Dad's message has me too
worked up to care. Instead I speed home, only stopping to pause when I'm
inside the quiet house. I listen to see if I can hear dad, but there's not
a sound. I take off my shoes and start to climb the stairs slowly, then
turn down the hall to his room.

As I hear the footsteps coming down the hall, I get in to position. I slide
down to the edge of my bed and adjust myself in my briefs. I fight to keep
my erection at bay for a few seconds longer - I need to start out buldging
but not soft. As soon as my son's sillohoutte is in the doorframe, I bark
at him...

"Knees," my Dad's voice booms, and before I even realize it I drop to my
knees in the doorway. "Over here," he commands, and I walk on my knees
across the floor until I'm in front of him. Now that I'm in his room, I can
look up at him and see. My heart sinks a little when I realize he's not
fully naked - he's got on an old pair of white briefs.

I put my hand on my son's chin and lift his face until his eyes meet me. I
can tell he wants to look away, so I say, "Eye contact. You need to make as
much eye contact with me as you can during these exercises, son."

"Exercises?" he says, his voice barely a whisper.

I nod at him. "First, tell me how you're feeling."

"Oh...ok..." I stammer. I don't know how to answer that. How do I feel? I
just gargled some stranger's cum from a condom in public, and now I'm
kneeling between my almost-naked father's legs like a dog. How can I say
how I feel if I am the only person to ever have done this, in history?

"How was that experience, I mean," my Dad clarifies, as if reading my mind.

"It was... weird. And kinda gross." I pause for a moment, still staring my
father in the eyes. Something in his gaze makes me go further, say
something I didn't even realize was on my mind. "Pretty hot, too."

He smirks. "Hot?"

I nod, thinking. It's amazing how staring into his eyes is helping me open
up. "Yeah, hot. Just cause...I know why I was doing it."

And why where you doing it?



My son breaks eye contact with me as his eyes shoot to my crotch. I take
that as good an answer as any.

I set my knees slightly wider apart - I've got big, hairy legs that I can
spread for days if I have the room. So there I am, manspreading in front of
my son's face, and I grab my package through my briefs.

"So you still want what's in here?"

My son can't say anything, just nods slowly while staring at my bulge. I
can feel that erection coming on faster now.

"Too bad," I say. "You're not ready."



My heart sinks as he says those words. How could I not be ready? I'd done
exactly what he wanted - even though it was one of the most difficult
things I've ever done. And now this?

"Not yet, anyway. But you do deserve a reward."

I look up at him expectantly, my cock throbbing. It's so awful knowing he
has so much power over me, but I can't help it.

"You get to sniff me. My junk. You get one full hour right here, between my
knees, sniffing all over my cock, balls, and taint."

Dad lifts up his phone, taps the screen, and turns it to show me. "Your
hour starts now. Dive in."



The words have barely left my mouth before my son's face is in my
crotch. He starts out pressed right up against my growing bulge, inhaling
deeply. He obviously isn't at all bothered by my scent, since he keeps his
face right there for a good long while - probably 5 minutes or so - until I
grab a fistful of his hair and started to drag him lower, so he can get a
whiff of my balls and the mustiness I know is under there.

That's when I notic that my son's mouth is open, and he is lipping at my
briefs like a fish out of water. That just won't do.

"Lean back," I command, and I hear my son take a big deep breath before he
obeys.

I reach over to my bed-side table and grab the role of duct tape there. My
son's eyes grow - he knew what is coming. In a few seconds, his mouth is
covered up.

"No more mouth stuff. Just sniff."



At first I'm mad at my dad for the tape, but looking back, I'm happy he
shut my mouth up. With my mouth sealed off and the temptation to taste
gone, my sense of smell heightens in a way I didn't know was possible. The
comparison makes me feel humiliated, but I really started to feel like a
dog - how much I enjoy it. It's all I can do to keep from shaking my ass to
wag my tail.

The scent of warm cotton will forever be associated with my favorite smell
in the world - my dad's musk. But after a while, I know I wanted to remove
that barrier and see what the skin smells like, up close.

I think after all I've done, everything he's put me through, I at least
deserv that. So I sit back on my haunches and look up at him.



It doesn't take long for those puppy eyes to tell me what he wants - and I
know right away I'm ready to give it to him. He'd been so good, so patient
with me as I toyed with him. I had to give him a little thanks for the game
he'd been letting me play.

But before that, I wanted to give him some insight, some fatherly advice if
you will. So I stand up, place my thumbs in my waist band, and look down at
my son.

"See, boy, how excited you are just to have me remove these? You're not
getting cock or cum - not getting that cum you want so bad from your dad.

"I want you to notice, think about how excited you are. You've forgotten
all about the cum in my balls, haven't you? Now you are focused entirely on
just being able to sniff me"

My son looks like he's itching in his skin, but I'm not done yet. I pull
down my briefs to reveal just my pubes and the very top of my shaft.

"If it were up to you, I would have squirted this load down your throat the
instant you got in here. But that's why it's not up to you. You're too
greedy, to excited to really enjoy who you are becoming, son."

I leave it at that - I want him to think on that over the next few days. So
I drop my briefs to my ankles, step out of them, and sit back down. I
spread my knees as wide as I can, manspreading right in front of him once
again. My cock is of course rock hard, hanging up and to my left, while my
heavy balls rest comfortably on the sheet beneath me.

"Now, boy. Show daddy how excited you are to sniff. You've got 30 minutes
left."



I think it was my father's words just as much as his unsheathing of his
package that send me into overdrive. It feels like an awakening - a jolt of
electricity shot through me from head to toe as he presented his goods for
me to sniff.

And sniff I did. I feel like I'm going to black out as I take deep breaths
at the base of his cock. I can smell so much - sweat, precum, piss, and
that unique smell that seems to only emanate from warm, hairy, adult
genitalia.

I begin to drag my nose up and down my dad's long cock, snorting like a pig
as I go. When I get to the shelf underneath his cock head, I notic
something else - a medley of smells that remind me of my childhood.

The fresh, clean scent of the soap my father had used for years. And just a
hint of the cologne he sprayed on before work. Something else, too - a
feeling of comfort, warmth, and safety.



I watch the light fade from my son's eyes, and know he was a happy little
goner. He is completely lost in my scent. I would kill to know what is
running through his mind. How aware is he of what he's doing?

I want him to be very aware, so I begin to talk to him. I use my deep, most
fatherly tone - the one I used on him as a kid when I needed him to pay
attention.

"Sniff up, kiddo. That's your father's cock, don't forget."

He doesn't stop sniffing, but I can see his eyes start to focus a bit more.

"That's right. Your face is pressed up against the cock that made
you. You're breathing in the unique smell of your dad's cock sweat. Keep
that thought in your mind."

A look of concentration comes across my face, and I'm satisfied that my son
is thinking the right way now as he continues to snort up my smell.

When we're down to just 15 minutes left on the timer, I clear my throat. My
son immediately pulls back - damn, how is he so well attuned to me?



I pull back at the sound of my father clearing his throat. I don't know why
- I am loving the smell, but that is the sound he makes when he really
wants my attention. I remember it from misbehaving as a kid.

As I pull back, he reaches down and lifts up his ball sack again.

"You have 15 minutes left, kid. Time to get to the goods."

For the last time that night, I dive forward into my father's crotch,
landing nose-first in the pocket of skin just where his ball sack met his
taint, and took a long, nearly minute-long inhale. Pure...



Heaven. The slut has died and gone to heaven - and he found Jesus in my
nutsack, I guess. Weird.

I see my son begin to take short, quick sniffs, so much like a puppy, as he
moves upward to the base of my nutsack. I look down to see my hairy
egg-shaped balls resting on either side of his nose, and I'm struck with an
idea.

I use one thumb to push my son's head back, so tha this face is
perpendicular to me. Then I lift up my balls and look down into my son's
eyes.

"You've got one minute left. Let's see how long you can hold your breath."



I watch almost in slow motion as my father lets his balls drop. The
low-hanging, heavy, hair things come to rest squarely on my nose - one of
each of my father's testicles cover one of my nostrils completely.

For a few minutes, I can't breath at all. Dad continues to stare at me as I
start to panic. With the duct tape over my mouth, I either have to learn to
breathe through my ears...or...

That's when dad's balls start to jerk, and I realize he's beginning to
masturbate.

I'm instantly conflicted. Every bounce of his nuts allows me a brief moment
to inhale - both a relife from my lack of oxygen as well as a chance to
take in more of his scent.

But if he's masturbating...is he going to shoot? Will I have another
experience like I had in the hotel?

I begin to get dizzy, thinking of all this and beginning to lose my air...



I feel my balls rise up, and my son has a massive intake of breath as his
nose is relieved from the weight of my balls.As I feel my cum begin to
rise, I let out a massive groan and align my cock head where my right ball
used to be - pointing my piss slit directly into my son's left nostril.

I deposit two squirts of sperm up there, and then quickly shift to do the
same job on my son's left sinus.

I splattered him once in the eye as I moved up and got my cock into
position - resting right on the crown of his head. My son was forced to
look at the floor as I gave him a yarmulka of his father's semen. I pressed
my cock down against his scalp, so my sizable load spurted out like a
fountain, splattering a good portion of his brown mop.



Have you ever tried to sneeze with duct tape over your mouth? It's
impossible. I felt like my head was going to explode as I was filled for
the first time with my dad's jizz.

Yes, it hurt like hell. It hurt like hell for a few days, actually. Like I
had a bad head cold.

But as my dad sent me packing that night, I knew I'd had the best night of
my life.

Despite the fact that I'd drank a condom full of stranger cum. Despite the
fact that I'd been forced to lower myself to the status of a dog to sniff
my father. Despite the fact that I'd almost drowned in his ball sack - no
regrets.

Because I got it. I got some cum. Sure, it wasn't exactly where or how I
wanted it. And my hunger for more was still intense. But that night, I
slept like a baby - once I'd managed to eat all of the cum I could get from
my hair - which sadly wasn't much.