The shower head started running. Dad had started taking a bath. It would take him an exact forty minutes to step out of the shower wearing his baggy shorts while water dripped onto his chest and the floor from his hair. He never bothered to dry his hair. After a bath he would always walk to the fridge, grab a can of beer and slouch on the sofa watching some stupid comedy show on TV while enjoying his beer. This was his nightly routine.
I didn't know about my dad’s sex life and after my mom passed away when I was starting high school we limited our communication to the absolute necessary things only. But I did know that he religiously stuck to a workout regime even in his forties so that he had a stunningly ripped body despite working all day at a desk in a company.
I gulped once.It was time to start my operation. I held my breath and tip toed towards the bathroom. The door to the bathroom was made of frosted glass so you could at best see a moving shadow if you focused from inside.
Quiet as a mouse I made my way towards the laundry basket and washing machine beside the bathroom door. My heart thumping louder every moment I looked through the clothes in the basket. It wasn't there! Then I stealthily opened the lid of the washing machine and there, just below a t-shirt was dad's underwear that he had worn for the day!
I quickly snatched it and made a soundless run for my room. Along the way my finger landed on a small damp spot in the crotch area. I gulped as I crumpled the crotch area into my fist and sprinted the last few steps towards my room.
Once inside my room I quickly closed the door behind me and switched off the light of the room.
Only the loud thumping of my own heart pierced the silence in the dark room. I was panting and felt my chest rise and fall with every breath. I didn't know how much of it was from running and how much in anticipation……
I slowly made my way towards my bed and switched on the night lamp. A soft mystical red light flooded the room. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light I looked at the place throbbing between my legs. There was a small tent in my shorts. I was still clutching my prized possession in my right hand.I took the big tub of Vaseline from my bedside table.
In a flash my t-shirt and shorts were lying on the floor as I lay down comfortably on the bed. Taking a big dollop of Vaseline with the index and middle finger, my left hand slowly snaked its way from my chest down my navel to finally reach my crotch. Simultaneously my right hand brought the sullied underwear near my face.
I took a long whiff… The stench of a day's worth of sweat mixed with a very faint hint of pee. My left hand languidly stroked the area around the base of my member taking care never to touch it directly.
I dropped the cloth on my face, immersing my senses in the delectable aroma. My left hand stealthily smeared my ball sack with the Vaseline and proceeded to spread the jelly in every fold and wrinkle. The anticipation had already moistened the tip of my member.
Before advancing I turned over to lie on my belly. Then I turned the underwear inside out and looked at the crotch area. I almost bust a nut then and there! For even in this dimly lit room I could recognize that whitish viscous substance making an oval spot right at the center of the crotch.
I lowered my nose till it touched the thick fluid and slowly rubbed my face so that the liquid left a long narrow string from my nose to my lips and extended to the tip of my chin. I was enveloped in a sharp manly musk…..my dad's aroma…..As the middle finger of my left hand played with my perineum, I whimpered into the cloth as my right hand sharply pinched my left nipple.
I bit my lower lip to hold back a raring orgasm. Copious amounts of precum gathered at the tip of my member. The veins on my member were throbbing. I laid on my back once again. The time had finally come!
I wiped the string of fluid from my nose,lips and chin with my right hand and carefully spread it on either nipple. Then carefully I wore the underwear on my head placing the wet spot over my mouth.
I began sniffing in the musk like an addict while suckling the wet spot like a hungry baby. My right hand fervently pinched and rubbed my nipples making them raw. Each jolt of pain shot down to my member making it harder still as my left hand jerked it in a frenzy. There was no holding back now. My eyes were closed, my breathing ragged, I was whimpering and my back arched as I curled my toes. I cried out at the top of my voice: Dad!
Then everything went blank. As I lay completely spent on my bed I could still feel warm shots of liquid spurting out of my member. Even as my body kept trembling slowly I felt a heavenly warmth spreading across my body. My breathing had normalized and I felt a heavy drowsiness descending upon me….
From the bottom of the bed near my legs a deep sharp voice called out: Had your fun son?
