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Benja is a single father living with his son, who has recently shown an interest in soiling himself for sexual gratification. Today, while they are relaxing on the couch together, Benja's son lets loose a rather large dump in his underwear. The foul stench fills the air and Benja's curiosity is piqued. He hesitates for a moment, unsure of how to react, before finally deciding to act on it.

His son looks up at him sheepishly, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and excitement. "Yeah, Dad... I couldn't help it." He admits, taking a moment to enjoy the sensation of his own filth against his skin.

"Well," Benja says slowly, "I guess we should deal with this..." His curiosity continues to grow as he glances down at the wet spot on his son's underwear.

His son blushes even deeper at the mention of his erection and looks away sheepishly. "I... I don't know, Dad. It just happens sometimes when I do this." He bites his lip nervously, unsure how to explain further.

Benja hesitates for a moment longer before finally speaking up again. "Well, if it makes you feel better... I guess we could try and clean it up together..." The thought of helping his son through this odd perversion is both disturbing and arousing to him.

His son shakes his head, still unable to look at Benja as he speaks. "No... not that. I don't want to clean it up... I just want to feel it... I know it sounds weird..." He trails off, lost in thought for a moment before looking back up at Benja with pleading eyes.

Benja is taken aback by his son's request but finds himself struggling to maintain his anger or disapproval. Instead, curiosity and arousal begin to take over. "Well...

"I don't understand it either, Dad," his son whispers, "but... I want to feel it. Can we just sit here for a while and see how it feels?" His pleading expression grows more desperate with each passing moment.

Benja hesitates once again before finally nodding slowly. "Okay... but only if you promise to tell me everything about how this makes you feel, son." There's no way he can let his son sit in his own filth without understanding why it turns him on so much.

His son nods eagerly, practically jumping up and down in excitement now that his request has been granted. "Really? You'll let me do this and listen to how I feel about it?" He asks, clearly unable to contain his joy at finally getting the chance to explore this newfound pleasure with someone who understands him.

Together, they sink back into the couch cushions, their bodies pressed together as Benja's son squirms and grinds against him. "It feels so good... Daddy..."

As they sit there together on the couch, his son begins to move his hips back and forth, grinding against Benja's leg. The smell of shit fills the air as their bodies become a tangled mess of sweat and desperation. Benja tries to focus on what his son is saying about how this feels but finds it increasingly difficult as he feels himself growing harder beneath him.

His son moans softly, lost in the sensation of his own filth against his skin. "It's so warm... and wet...

A hot, stinking wave of shame washes over Benja as he feels the weight of his son's body shift against him. His son lets out a soft groan and pushes out another load of feces into his already soiled underwear. The smell is nauseating, but it only seems to intensify the arousal coursing through Benja's veins.

He tries to remind himself that this isn't normal behavior, that he should be disgusted and angry...

But as his son squirms against him, grinding their crotches together, all rational thought flees from Benja's mind. He feels himself growing closer to the edge, unable to resist the primal urges taking control of his body. His son moans louder now, arching his back and bucking wildly against him as he nears orgasm.

"Daddy... I'm gonna cum..." He whispers hoarsely, his hips moving even faster now.

Benja can feel the heat emanating from his son's crotch as he thrusts into the air, eyes squeezed shut and mouth agape in ecstasy. The stench of shit fills the room, but it only serves to heighten Benja's arousal further.

"Cum for me, baby," he groans, his own orgasm building inside him as he watches his son lose control. "Let it all out..."

His son lets out a loud moan and arches his back, convulsing beneath Benja as he shoots thick globs of cum onto the couch. The sensation is too much for Benja to resist any longer; with a growl, he releases himself inside his own pants, spilling hot cum onto the cushion beside him.

The two boys collapse against each other, their chests heaving and skin slick with sweat and filth. For a moment, there is silence as they catch their breath.

Finally, Benja pulls away from his son, trying to collect himself despite the lingering arousal coursing through him. "That... that wasn't okay," he manages to say, his voice shaky and distant. "What you do is wrong... unnatural..."

His son rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling as he wipes sweat from his brow. "I know..." He whispers quietly, sounding defeated now. "But it feels so good..."

Benja sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair as he considers what to do next. Part of him wants to punish his son for this perversion, but another part can't help but feel drawn to it... and guilty for feeling that way. He decides on an uneasy compromise.

"Look," he says, sitting up and looking down at his son, "I don't understand why you feel this way, and I know it's wrong. But if we both promise to keep this between us...

His son looks up at him with wide, hopeful eyes. "Really?" he whispers. "You won't tell anyone else?"

Benja hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "I won't... as long as you promise to try and stop." He glances down at the still-soiled underwear, feeling a pang of shame and disgust. "And we need to clean this up before your mother gets home..."