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Dad's Underwear

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Finding my dad's dirty underwear one horny day


When I was home for the summer one year when I was in college, I went into my parents’ bathroom to smoke.  I was a smoker at the time, as was my mother.  We were both closet smokers, but I knew she would smoke in their bathroom with the exhaust fan running. When no one was home, I would go into their bathroom to smoke since I figured they wouldn’t know the difference between my smoke and hers.  I was careful to flush the butt down the toilet since we smoked different brands, but otherwise I used her ashtray. One afternoon when no one else was home, I went into their bathroom to smoke, and I saw a pair of my dad’s underwear discarded on the floor.  He had mown the lawn earlier, and I figured he had dropped them on the floor when he stepped into the shower to clean up before he and my mom went out that night. I used to hear my folks having sex pretty frequently, but after I graduated from high school, my parents moved to a new town and a new house, and though my bedroom was next to theirs, I no longer heard them fucking, which was kind of a disappointment since I liked listening to them.  I think part of it was the layouts of the rooms, but also because they bought a waterbed when they moved and it was much quieter.  The sounds of their bedsprings squeaking rhythmically had been part of the fun, but I could no longer hear the sounds of sex. So when I was in my parents’ bathroom smoking and I saw my dad’s dirty underwear, I picked them up to inspect them for peter tracks or any kind of evidence of his sexual activity.  I didn’t find any dried cum, but I held the crotch of his briefs against my nose and breathed in his scent.  The strong manly smell of his sweat was intoxicating.  It smelled like sex to me, since it smelled like my ball sweat.  It turned me on in a wild way.  That smell told me my dad had been hard and horny while he wore that pair of underwear. After I finished my cigarette, I took off my clothes and lay on my parents' bed and jerked off as I held my dad’s underwear against my face, consuming his scent while I stroked.  The smell of my dad's balls helped bring me to a satisfying climax. After I shot on my stomach, I dabbed the puddle of cum that pooled in my belly button with the crotch of my dad's underwear.  I didn't want to make it too noticeable, but I wanted to merge our smells and fluids.  I was careful to put his underwear back on the bathroom floor where I had found them, hoping that he and my mom wouldn’t notice I had moved them, since it would have been hard to explain, but I secretly wanted my dad to pick them up and see my dried cum and wonder if it was his or if it was mine. My behavior had been an unplanned feral response to that overwhelmingly sexy aroma.  The fact that it was my dad’s scent wasn’t lost on me, though I might have reacted the same with any man’s smell and it was just easier to find dirty underwear in my own house, so who else’s would I find but my dad’s? I think there is truth in that, but then, I had never done that before with other friends’ or roommates’ underwear, that I remember, so maybe the fact that it was my dad’s did play a bigger factor in it.  Very recently I picked up a pair of my own dirty underwear and smelled them.  They had the exact same aroma I remembered from my dad's underwear and the memory of jacking off to his scent came back to me and immediate gave me a boner.

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