01/01/2025 16:16:45 by Sock Son
Dad’s Socks – Growing up I lived with my Dad and he would occasionally arrive home drunk. Usually, I climbed into bed with him on those nights but one particular night I stopped as I entered the room and realized there was an odor in the air unfamiliar to me. An odor I can only describe as musky I began to feel my cock twitch, an exciting sensation for any 13 year old. Trying to find the source of the smell I knelt on the floor where the odor was strognest and realized the source was my dad’s socks. At first I stared at his socks unsure of my next steps, until I became overpowered by the urge to sniff. When I finaslly worked up the courage to sniff I fell in love with the scent of my dad’s socks and deciding to take them off so I could jerk off into them. As I slipped them off I went in for his bare feet and got a lick in too.
