My Son

Adoption

Being done with the affair, on to marriage with Michael, and a relationship with his son that may have been more than anyone anticipated (certainly me), came with the benefit of looking at all sorts of things Michael and I had never really thought of before.  Jeff's appearing to at least contemplate life as a gay guy was hard not to see as an added bonus to Michael and me, even if that did come with Jeff being more and more with us, especially on the weeks when the plan was originally for him to have been with his mom.  On her side, she seemed even more nonchalant as a parent than Michael, and happily welcomed her son's growing closeness to me, even happily welcoming (and even requesting, increasingly) my picking Jeff up for school when he was technically with her, as well as allowing him to stop by and visit me on the way home to her.  Whether that meant she was being openly oblivious to Jeff's growing attraction to me was an open question I really didn't care to get into, for more reasons than I wanted to think about.

Then there were the at least slightly odd conversations I seemed to keep overhearing between Jeff and Michael.  Initially I thought the top of that list would be when I would hear Jeff call his father Michael, as well as Michael call his son Jeff.  That was increasingly odd because Jeff almost never called me anything anymore other than dad anymore, and now he was adding to that his request that I call him son, whether we were alone, with Michael, or even out in public.  How do I not comply with that given that he seemed so hurt when I forgot (even openly at times), on top of how the little fuck just kept growing more and more handsome than ever?

Then there were the other odd bits.  Jeff increasingly kissed me longer and longer in front of his dad, and increasingly slipped me his tongue, almost as quick and as deep as he could get it in, especially after he got away with it the first time.  Michael actually went hard  right then and there on one occasion, and even squoze his hard dick, hiding almost nothing from either me, or Jeff, and even increasing Jeff's allowance right there on the spot, almost as if he were paying his son to do what he did.  Over time, Jeff started missing his dad's mouth more and more, almost as an offset to getting his tongue deeper and deeper in my throat.  As for my relationship with Michael, those events almost always led to him making love to me almost immediately afterwards, even to the point that Jeff seemed to be paying attention, and at least occasionally spying on us as much as he possibly could.

But the most odd one at the time seemed to be when Michael brought some kind of present home to Jeff, and headed into Jeff's bedroom to give it to him.  Even that alone was odd, since I had always typically been the one to do gifts.  Michael kissed me and thanked me for helping him be a better parent, which somehow just encouraged me to do my best to overhear as much as I might be able to.

So try (I know you won't really be able) to imagine my surprise when Jeff excitedly opened the damned thing, to find a huge black dildo.  They both smiled, as Michael even went ahead to let him know that it wasn't quite as big as MY dick, adding "as I'm sure you've at least guessed by now", but at least it would give Jeff something to work with:  "Of course I'll help you if you want, but something tells me you'll figure out how to be creative enough that you get better help than mine here.  I do love you, Jeff."  On Jeff's side, he was way more emotional than I ever would have expected, almost crying as he happily hugged his dad:  "I love you so much, Michael."  The next bit I didn't hear quite so well.  Can it really have been that he was helping his son try to plot how to get me to fuck him?

I tried to brace myself where that might go, but in the meantime that was the night we were all going out to what had been billed by Michael as a very special dinner, when Michael threw out the idea of my becoming Jeff's legal father.  I really was trying to keep up with all the new movements around me, but it ongoingly seemed like they were always, either singly or together, at least one step ahead of me.  Jeff really couldn't have seemed happier, so I couldn't possibly have rained on that sunshine, especially given how incredibly handsome he was looking since Michael had made us all wear suits that night.  And yes, I would be lying if I said I didn't get hard seeing such a handsome young man, which Michael himself noticed as he squoze my hard dick under the table:  "You know he loves you, right?"

So it was decided, and neither of them were wasting any time at all:  one of Michael's brothers was already scheduled to take care of all the paperwork before that weekend.  Michael even made sure we celebrated right there at the restaurant with the most expensive wine offered.  And I will bet anything that the guy Michael had serve us was gay as well, and somehow an old acquaintance of both him and his son.

For my part, I tried to breathe as deeply as I could, committed to work even harder to take care of this new responsibility as best as I could, and got emotional enough that I even shed a few tears.  These two being as relentless as they were, that just seemed to make them horny, of all things, with Michael even sending me to the restroom after Jeff, with me showing up just in time to see the cute fucker jacking his hard dick as I walked up beside him:  "Will you please let me kiss you as I shoot, dad?"

After dinner, that became the first night it was crystal clear that Michael made sure Jeff could watch Michael fuck me for as long as he wanted to, almost the second we got in the door.  I hugged Michael tightly, almost crying as he shot his cum into me, but definitely not going down the path of trying to figure out what crazy idea he seemed to be throwing out there.  On Michael's side, he kept throwing out all sorts of new fantasies about what the future might lead to, which of course led to my cumming more and more quickly every time Michael fucked me, even if I couldn't tell whether it was because Michael was increasingly horny and sexy, at almost all times of the day, or because of all the crazy situations Jeff seemed to be doing his damnedest to get me into.  Could it really now be that Michael actually wanted to have a threesome with me and his son?

I continued along for the amazing ride, as Michael also decided that evening to let both me and Jeff know we were going to celebrate by moving into a new home, way more private, and with its own pool and outside jacuzzi.  How could anyone complain about any of this?

Damn.  I was feeling more well fucked than ever, hornier than ever, prouder than ever of my soon-to-be actual son, more in love with my husband than I had ever imagined.

And of course torn in every possible direction in terms of where the hell this was all going.  Could my husband really believe that he could make his bottom spouse be a top to his own damn offspring?