Given, from what I remember, humans (and most other animals) are mostly innately set to find the scent/pheromones of others in their direct bloodline unattractive, maybe they've got a malfunctioning/absolutely fucked up version of this?
If you read the whole thread, there's information about how he was verified as being real. Unfortunately.
The people of this reddit that want to jack off to their incest fetish. Or to make it simpler: sick fucks.
True enough, the whole "we want to do it because it's so wrong" thing is definitely a big part of it.
Deeply unsettling, and often tabooed for both cultural and psychological reasons as well as the fact inbreeding leads to some incredibly fucked up babies..also probably to more lolcows than a country could handle.
Holy. Shit.
I clicked the link to the bubble butt boy post and it turns out that there's an update where his dad washes his ass. The comments are full of updates, too. While reading it my face froze with an expression that's somewhere between mortal terror and uncontrollable laughter.
Edit: I promised to keep everyone updated. I'm about to have dinner with my dad. I usually have a bath after dinner. He's offered to help me wash the past few nights. I expect he'll offer again tonight. I might have time to post once more before my bath. Based on the advice I've been given, if he offers, I'm going to let him help me wash my ass.
Edit: Okay, just finished dinner. He asked if I was going to have a bath and I said yes. Going to run it soon. Will try and update as often as possible. Again, any advice is welcome.
Edit: Going to run my bath now. Will post if anything happens.
Edit: Wow. Okay. I had my bath. I'm just going to go through what happened, moment by moment.
The bathroom is on the same floor as our bedrooms. I ran a bath. My dad was in his room. I got undressed, got in the bath, started soaking. I couldn't relax because I was listening out for my dad to come to the door. But he didn't. For five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes; I was watching the clock in the bathroom. After twenty minutes I thought nothing was going to happen; I was just going to wash myself, get out of the bath, say goodnight to my dad, and go to bed.
But suddenly, just as I started washing, I heard him come to the landing outside the bathroom. I stopped washing, listening. But he wasn't making a sound either; I guess he was just standing there, listening. So I started washing again.
And then I heard him call: '[my name], do you need any help in there?' I swear I started trembling.
And I said, 'Yes, actually, Dad. I could use some help.'
'Is the door locked?'
'No. You can come in.'
And he came in.
I was lying on my back. I looked at his face. His expression was quite… serious (I think is the right word). And his cheeks looked flushed (but that might've been from the heat of the room). I was kind of covering up my cock and balls with my hands. But there were also loads of bubbles (I like bubble-baths) that I think covered most of my body.
Neither of us said anything for a moment. Then he asked, 'So, do you need help in some way? Help washing anything? I thought you might because….'
'Yes,' I said. 'Thanks. I actually find it quite hard to wash my back. And my….'
'Your bottom?'
I nodded.
'I thought you might because, you know,' he said. 'I've noticed it- is it still… growing? Do you think?'
'Yes, I think so.'
Neither of us spoke for a moment again.
'Thank you for offering to help dad,' I said. 'It's just quite tricky, you know. It takes a long time to wash and everything.'
'No need, no need to thank me my boy. Just want to help.'
I nodded and smiled at him and he smiled back. Honestly I can't remember what I was thinking, or whether I was thinking at all. Everything seemed to be happening somewhere else. Or like I was watching it happen.
(I'll keep describing what happened. Just want to post this now so I don't lose it. I'm quite trembly as you can imagine.)
'So how should we…?' he began.
'Can you start with my back?' I asked.
I rearranged myself so I was kneeling, sitting on my heels, leaning forward slightly. My ass was still underwater. I don't think he could see it because of the bubbles.
He picked up the sponge and soap and started washing my back. Again, we were silent for a few moments.
Then he said, 'I used to do this when you were younger. Do you remember?'
'Not really.'
'Is it nice?'
I nodded.
'I find it hard washing my back too,' he said.
He finished washing my back.
'Okay, I think that's clean. Very clean back,' he said. I giggled nervously. He sounded nervous too. 'Now… how should we do this?'
'I guess, if I….' I began. I lifted my ass off my heels and started to lean forward slightly. 'Like, on….?'
'On all fours?'
'Yeah?'
'Yes,' he said and nodded seriously, 'I think that's probably the best position for this. Doggy.' He grinned. I chuckled. 'Isn't that what it's called?'
'Yes. Doggystyle.'
'Yes. Yes, get into doggystyle boy.' He grinned again.
I leant forward until I was in doggystyle position. As my ass came out the water I felt his eyes look at it. I think he might have actually gasped quietly, but I'm not sure. He didn't move or speak for a few moments. I glanced back and he was just staring at my ass.
'It has gotten very big hasn't it,' he said. I nodded. 'I can see why it takes you a while. I'm glad I offered to help boy.'
'I'm glad too dad. Thank you again.' I thought about wiggling it side to side a little to say thank you but thought better of it.
'And look,' he said, 'the job's already half-done! It's already soapy. Look at the bubbles. Can you see?'
I looked back at my ass. It was covered in soapy bubbles. I nodded. He leant forward with the sponge but then he hesitated for a moment.
'Okay if I start?' he asked.
'Yes, dad. Please do!' I gave him a nice, childish smile.
He started wiping my soapy ass very softly with the sponge. At the start he mainly focussed on my butt cheeks. We were silent for a while.
Then he said, 'Ha, it's all white now. With the soap!' (I think he was just trying to think of something to say)
He carried on. A few times he brushed lightly down my crack with the sponge. Then he tutted once. Then he sighed very softly. Then he tutted again.
I asked, 'What's wrong dad?'
He shook his head slightly and said, 'I'm sorry, I don't think the sponge is really thorough enough.'
'What do you mean?'
'I don't think it really mixes the soap into your skin, your flesh.'
'Oh.'
'Do you usually use the sponge when you wash your bottom?'
'Um, no, I just use my hands.'
'Maybe that's best. Can I try with my hands?'
I felt my heart beating faster.
'Sure, dad. Whatever you think is best. Thanks!'
'No problem boy.'
He put the sponge down. Then I felt his hands softly touching my butt cheeks, one hand on each cheek. I swear it felt like an electric shock was running through my body from his hands. My cock was very hard, but there were bubbles on my pubic hair which covered most of it. He started caressing my ass. Wiping the soap in. Then he started squeezing my ass cheeks. Like he was kneading or massaging them.
At one point he said, 'God, you've got quite a few handfuls haven't you boy.'
I giggled and said, 'I know Dad.'
He chuckled. 'Do you remember when you used to call me Daddy? When did you stop?'
'I'm not sure.'
'I used to think it was very sweet.'
I chuckled. He was groping my ass cheeks quite vigorously.
'Look at that crack,' he said.
(Okay, I'm pausing again to post this. Again, I'm going to carry on writing. There's still more. Please forgive me if I'm slow. I'm still quite shaky, typing this in bed.)
'It's so deep,' he said. 'I guess this is the part you find hardest to clean?'
'Yes, Dad. "Daddy".' We both laughed.
'Well let me just get some soap in there.' He lifted some bubbles off the surface of the water and stroked them into my crack. 'There we are. Goodness, my hand almost gets lost in there.' We chuckled.
He started wiping his hand up and down my crack. A couple of times he seemed to slow down when he went over my asshole. It made me shiver and feel tingly all over my body.
'Can't really see what I'm doing,' he said. 'Might have to spread them a bit. Is that okay boy?'
'Yes Daddy,' I said quietly. Almost whispered. I barely had any breath!
He gripped my ass cheeks with his hands and slowly spread them apart. I heard him breathe in quietly. Then he let go with his right hand and, still spreading my ass with his left hand, continued washing my crack. Wiping his hand, his fingers, up and down my crack.
I really don't know how long this went on for. It felt like time had stopped. We were silent for a long time while he repeatedly wiped his hand up and down my crack.
(Posting this again. There's still more.)
My cock was so hard. I don't know if he could see. He was kind of behind me so my ass was probably hiding it.
Suddenly he stopped wiping and brought his hand out of my crack.
'I don't know what you usually do boy but…. you ought to, you know,' he said.
'What Daddy?'
He sighed and looked away.
'Do you wash your asshole when you're in the bath?'
'Of course Daddy.'
'I mean, do you wash inside?'
'Inside my ass?'
'Yes.'
'Um….'
'Because you should you know. It's very healthy to do that.'
'I don't usually.'
'You should start boy.'
'Okay Daddy.'
'Would you like me to help you? It can be uncomfortable the first time. I can make it easier if you like?'
Again, I don't remember what I was thinking. My mind was in chaos. I didn't really feel like any of this was happening. I just nodded.
'Good boy,' he said. 'I'm just going to spread your cheeks again. And then I'm going to put soap on my finger. And then I'm going to slide my finger gently inside your hole. Just give it a nice clean.'
I didn't reply. I didn't feel like I could speak.
He spread my ass cheeks again. He soaped up his finger. I felt his finger touch my hole. I shivered again. He rubbed it slowly a little.
'Try to relax,' he said.
He slowly, gently pushed the tip of his finger inside my hole. I gasped quietly. 'My dad is fingering my ass' was all I could think.
'It's very tight,' he said. 'So it might sting a little. But I need to push it further inside if we're going to clean in properly. Okay boy?'
'Yes Daddy.'
I was panting slightly. He slowly pushed his finger deeper inside my hole. Past the first knuckle. Past the second knuckle. I was starting to moan softly.
'Almost there,' he said.
He pushed his finger in again.
'There we go,' he said. 'Good boy. The whole finger.'
I was panting. I couldn't say anything. My body was trembling.
'Now we can clean,' he said.
He started slowly pushing his finger in and out of my hole. I started moaning slightly louder. He went faster. Finger-fucking me.
'Good boy,' he said. 'Good boy. Almost done.'
He continued finger-fucking my hole. It felt so good. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe how good it felt, I couldn't believe it was happening. He slowed down. Then he slowly pulled out his finger. I gasped when it came out of my hole. He rubbed my hole with his finger a little.
'All done. Was that nice?'
I had to catch my breath.
'Yes Daddy,' I said, panting. 'Thank you.'
'I'll just wash the soap off you.'
He scooped up some water and poured it over my ass. He repeated this several times. Then he patted my ass.
'Squeaky clean. Like when you were a baby. Beautiful.'
'Thank you Daddy.'
He was smiling. His face was very flushed. I smiled. He got up and opened the door.
'Well I'll leave you to it,' he said.
'Thank you Daddy.'
'Would you like me to help you tomorrow too?'
'Washing?'
'Yes.'
'Yes please Daddy.'
'Good boy. I'm going to bed now. Goodnight.'
'Night Daddy.'
He left. I lay back down in the bath and soaked until the water was cold. I couldn't think.
I still can't really process it. Writing it all out has helped. But I still can't really believe that just happened. It's unbelievable. I don't know what to say now. I was just writing it out moment by moment as I remembered it. But I wasn't really thinking at the time and I don't feel I can really think now. I might have to reflect tomorrow. And now I think this is going to happen tomorrow night too. And maybe it will go further… I'm just... lost for words now….
That ass washing story read like some really weird, fucked up fanfictionHoly. Shit.
I clicked the link to the bubble butt boy post and it turns out that there's an update where his dad washes his ass. The comments are full of updates, too. While reading it my face froze with an expression that's somewhere between mortal terror and uncontrollable laughter.
Edit: I promised to keep everyone updated. I'm about to have dinner with my dad. I usually have a bath after dinner. He's offered to help me wash the past few nights. I expect he'll offer again tonight. I might have time to post once more before my bath. Based on the advice I've been given, if he offers, I'm going to let him help me wash my ass.
Edit: Okay, just finished dinner. He asked if I was going to have a bath and I said yes. Going to run it soon. Will try and update as often as possible. Again, any advice is welcome.
Edit: Going to run my bath now. Will post if anything happens.
Edit: Wow. Okay. I had my bath. I'm just going to go through what happened, moment by moment.
The bathroom is on the same floor as our bedrooms. I ran a bath. My dad was in his room. I got undressed, got in the bath, started soaking. I couldn't relax because I was listening out for my dad to come to the door. But he didn't. For five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes; I was watching the clock in the bathroom. After twenty minutes I thought nothing was going to happen; I was just going to wash myself, get out of the bath, say goodnight to my dad, and go to bed.
But suddenly, just as I started washing, I heard him come to the landing outside the bathroom. I stopped washing, listening. But he wasn't making a sound either; I guess he was just standing there, listening. So I started washing again.
And then I heard him call: '[my name], do you need any help in there?' I swear I started trembling.
And I said, 'Yes, actually, Dad. I could use some help.'
'Is the door locked?'
'No. You can come in.'
And he came in.
I was lying on my back. I looked at his face. His expression was quite… serious (I think is the right word). And his cheeks looked flushed (but that might've been from the heat of the room). I was kind of covering up my cock and balls with my hands. But there were also loads of bubbles (I like bubble-baths) that I think covered most of my body.
Neither of us said anything for a moment. Then he asked, 'So, do you need help in some way? Help washing anything? I thought you might because….'
'Yes,' I said. 'Thanks. I actually find it quite hard to wash my back. And my….'
'Your bottom?'
I nodded.
'I thought you might because, you know,' he said. 'I've noticed it- is it still… growing? Do you think?'
'Yes, I think so.'
Neither of us spoke for a moment again.
'Thank you for offering to help dad,' I said. 'It's just quite tricky, you know. It takes a long time to wash and everything.'
'No need, no need to thank me my boy. Just want to help.'
I nodded and smiled at him and he smiled back. Honestly I can't remember what I was thinking, or whether I was thinking at all. Everything seemed to be happening somewhere else. Or like I was watching it happen.
(I'll keep describing what happened. Just want to post this now so I don't lose it. I'm quite trembly as you can imagine.)
'So how should we…?' he began.
'Can you start with my back?' I asked.
I rearranged myself so I was kneeling, sitting on my heels, leaning forward slightly. My ass was still underwater. I don't think he could see it because of the bubbles.
He picked up the sponge and soap and started washing my back. Again, we were silent for a few moments.
Then he said, 'I used to do this when you were younger. Do you remember?'
'Not really.'
'Is it nice?'
I nodded.
'I find it hard washing my back too,' he said.
He finished washing my back.
'Okay, I think that's clean. Very clean back,' he said. I giggled nervously. He sounded nervous too. 'Now… how should we do this?'
'I guess, if I….' I began. I lifted my ass off my heels and started to lean forward slightly. 'Like, on….?'
'On all fours?'
'Yeah?'
'Yes,' he said and nodded seriously, 'I think that's probably the best position for this. Doggy.' He grinned. I chuckled. 'Isn't that what it's called?'
'Yes. Doggystyle.'
'Yes. Yes, get into doggystyle boy.' He grinned again.
I leant forward until I was in doggystyle position. As my ass came out the water I felt his eyes look at it. I think he might have actually gasped quietly, but I'm not sure. He didn't move or speak for a few moments. I glanced back and he was just staring at my ass.
'It has gotten very big hasn't it,' he said. I nodded. 'I can see why it takes you a while. I'm glad I offered to help boy.'
'I'm glad too dad. Thank you again.' I thought about wiggling it side to side a little to say thank you but thought better of it.
'And look,' he said, 'the job's already half-done! It's already soapy. Look at the bubbles. Can you see?'
I looked back at my ass. It was covered in soapy bubbles. I nodded. He leant forward with the sponge but then he hesitated for a moment.
'Okay if I start?' he asked.
'Yes, dad. Please do!' I gave him a nice, childish smile.
He started wiping my soapy ass very softly with the sponge. At the start he mainly focussed on my butt cheeks. We were silent for a while.
Then he said, 'Ha, it's all white now. With the soap!' (I think he was just trying to think of something to say)
He carried on. A few times he brushed lightly down my crack with the sponge. Then he tutted once. Then he sighed very softly. Then he tutted again.
I asked, 'What's wrong dad?'
He shook his head slightly and said, 'I'm sorry, I don't think the sponge is really thorough enough.'
'What do you mean?'
'I don't think it really mixes the soap into your skin, your flesh.'
'Oh.'
'Do you usually use the sponge when you wash your bottom?'
'Um, no, I just use my hands.'
'Maybe that's best. Can I try with my hands?'
I felt my heart beating faster.
'Sure, dad. Whatever you think is best. Thanks!'
'No problem boy.'
He put the sponge down. Then I felt his hands softly touching my butt cheeks, one hand on each cheek. I swear it felt like an electric shock was running through my body from his hands. My cock was very hard, but there were bubbles on my pubic hair which covered most of it. He started caressing my ass. Wiping the soap in. Then he started squeezing my ass cheeks. Like he was kneading or massaging them.
At one point he said, 'God, you've got quite a few handfuls haven't you boy.'
I giggled and said, 'I know Dad.'
He chuckled. 'Do you remember when you used to call me Daddy? When did you stop?'
'I'm not sure.'
'I used to think it was very sweet.'
I chuckled. He was groping my ass cheeks quite vigorously.
'Look at that crack,' he said.
(Okay, I'm pausing again to post this. Again, I'm going to carry on writing. There's still more. Please forgive me if I'm slow. I'm still quite shaky, typing this in bed.)
'It's so deep,' he said. 'I guess this is the part you find hardest to clean?'
'Yes, Dad. "Daddy".' We both laughed.
'Well let me just get some soap in there.' He lifted some bubbles off the surface of the water and stroked them into my crack. 'There we are. Goodness, my hand almost gets lost in there.' We chuckled.
He started wiping his hand up and down my crack. A couple of times he seemed to slow down when he went over my asshole. It made me shiver and feel tingly all over my body.
'Can't really see what I'm doing,' he said. 'Might have to spread them a bit. Is that okay boy?'
'Yes Daddy,' I said quietly. Almost whispered. I barely had any breath!
He gripped my ass cheeks with his hands and slowly spread them apart. I heard him breathe in quietly. Then he let go with his right hand and, still spreading my ass with his left hand, continued washing my crack. Wiping his hand, his fingers, up and down my crack.
I really don't know how long this went on for. It felt like time had stopped. We were silent for a long time while he repeatedly wiped his hand up and down my crack.
(Posting this again. There's still more.)
My cock was so hard. I don't know if he could see. He was kind of behind me so my ass was probably hiding it.
Suddenly he stopped wiping and brought his hand out of my crack.
'I don't know what you usually do boy but…. you ought to, you know,' he said.
'What Daddy?'
He sighed and looked away.
'Do you wash your asshole when you're in the bath?'
'Of course Daddy.'
'I mean, do you wash inside?'
'Inside my ass?'
'Yes.'
'Um….'
'Because you should you know. It's very healthy to do that.'
'I don't usually.'
'You should start boy.'
'Okay Daddy.'
'Would you like me to help you? It can be uncomfortable the first time. I can make it easier if you like?'
Again, I don't remember what I was thinking. My mind was in chaos. I didn't really feel like any of this was happening. I just nodded.
'Good boy,' he said. 'I'm just going to spread your cheeks again. And then I'm going to put soap on my finger. And then I'm going to slide my finger gently inside your hole. Just give it a nice clean.'
I didn't reply. I didn't feel like I could speak.
He spread my ass cheeks again. He soaped up his finger. I felt his finger touch my hole. I shivered again. He rubbed it slowly a little.
'Try to relax,' he said.
He slowly, gently pushed the tip of his finger inside my hole. I gasped quietly. 'My dad is fingering my ass' was all I could think.
'It's very tight,' he said. 'So it might sting a little. But I need to push it further inside if we're going to clean in properly. Okay boy?'
'Yes Daddy.'
I was panting slightly. He slowly pushed his finger deeper inside my hole. Past the first knuckle. Past the second knuckle. I was starting to moan softly.
'Almost there,' he said.
He pushed his finger in again.
'There we go,' he said. 'Good boy. The whole finger.'
I was panting. I couldn't say anything. My body was trembling.
'Now we can clean,' he said.
He started slowly pushing his finger in and out of my hole. I started moaning slightly louder. He went faster. Finger-fucking me.
'Good boy,' he said. 'Good boy. Almost done.'
He continued finger-fucking my hole. It felt so good. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe how good it felt, I couldn't believe it was happening. He slowed down. Then he slowly pulled out his finger. I gasped when it came out of my hole. He rubbed my hole with his finger a little.
'All done. Was that nice?'
I had to catch my breath.
'Yes Daddy,' I said, panting. 'Thank you.'
'I'll just wash the soap off you.'
He scooped up some water and poured it over my ass. He repeated this several times. Then he patted my ass.
'Squeaky clean. Like when you were a baby. Beautiful.'
'Thank you Daddy.'
He was smiling. His face was very flushed. I smiled. He got up and opened the door.
'Well I'll leave you to it,' he said.
'Thank you Daddy.'
'Would you like me to help you tomorrow too?'
'Washing?'
'Yes.'
'Yes please Daddy.'
'Good boy. I'm going to bed now. Goodnight.'
'Night Daddy.'
He left. I lay back down in the bath and soaked until the water was cold. I couldn't think.
I still can't really process it. Writing it all out has helped. But I still can't really believe that just happened. It's unbelievable. I don't know what to say now. I was just writing it out moment by moment as I remembered it. But I wasn't really thinking at the time and I don't feel I can really think now. I might have to reflect tomorrow. And now I think this is going to happen tomorrow night too. And maybe it will go further… I'm just... lost for words now….
HIS DAD MASSAGED HIS ASS AND FINGER-BANGED HIM
THEN HIS DAD ACTUALLY BANGED HIM
I'm praying to God Bear in heaven that this is just some weirdo fantasy porn. I'm going to throw up or start laughing uncontrollably, holy fucking shit.
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