My Son

Casual Parenting?

Probably pretty irresponsible to have gone in to check on my son with just my robe on, especially given what he, his dad, his uncle, maybe even his mom and some of his friends may have been up to, but there I was.  And given how peacefully he seemed to be sleeping, I just thought I'd slip in, give him a hug, whisper I love him, and head off for the night, despite that my semi-hard dick might have been thinking otherwise.

He was turned towards the wall, so I just slipped in and gave him a gentle hug, a tender kiss, and whispered that I would always love him, with no real intention of even spooning him at all, no matter how adorable and vulnerable he seemed.  So was he faking it, or was he acting in his sleep as he turned towards me, even with tears in his beautiful blue eyes, as he slowly hugged me, slipped his hands inside my robe, slipped his tongue in my mouth, and seemed to make sure his throbbing dick was rubbing against mine as he shot his load all over both of us?

Not my plan, any more than when he moved his hand down to fill it full of his cum as he slowly massaged it into my dick as he stroked it and continued to kiss me until I shot as well, which all happened way too quickly for me to have tried to argue that that wasn't my intention.  He was still almost crying though as he hugged me, moved his hand to his mouth, and licked up our combined cum, before he put his tongue back in my throat again.

Damn.  Somehow that certainly wasn't the calming effect I was going for, as I slowly kissed him back, apologized for how confusing the whole thing must be, and extracted myself to wish him a good night's sleep.

And I remained confused as to whether Jeff was more emotional or more playing as Michael came home shortly thereafter, with a wicked gleam in his eye as he showed me a happy text from Jeff, filled with hearts and all sorts of emojis I just didn't want to get into at that point.  At that point I needed Michael to dominate me, and he was more than happy to, as it occurred to me that both my son and me were likely to be sleeping with the same kind of happy thoughts that night, him towards me and me towards Michael.  I couldn't tell whether Michael was aware of everything or not.  I had always loved his raw intelligence and his simplicity.  Somehow this seemed way more complicated than he would have gotten himself so deeply involved in.

Regardless, that may well have been the most peaceful night's sleep I had ever had up until then, despite my waking up to having apparently had more wet dreams than I ever had as a kid, with cum all over the place, which Jeff almost pranced in to discover just as I was getting out of bed.

His mood seemed to have changed even more than mine, as he actually slipped his hand in and wiped some of my cum up before I was on top of what was going on:  "Look what I get to add to my glass upstairs", as he gleefully ran off to get ready for school.

The morning breezed by, with Michael actually holding my mouth steady while Jeff slipped his tongue so far down my throat he almost gagged me, then laughed at me.  "Look at those parenting skills!"

I climbed down from the clouds and made it through the day, with playful texts from each of Michael and Jeff on and off through the day, and even a couple involving all three of us.  Was Michael really going to keep egging this on:  "So you two gonna compete to figure out who the better bottom is?"

The two were way ahead of me, as I almost started resigning myself to become a bottom coached into being a top by my own husband, towards his (now my) own son.  Jeff had left his journal out and open on his bed, with nothing but a huge happy face showing as his most recent entry, along with a couple of naked pictures of himself somehow just lieing around.  So I did quietly jerk off as I looked at them, and even used everything in his glass to lube myself, except to the extent I tasted it, and even left his some of my own in a glass which was clearly different than the one he had been using, just to see whether he might notice it and say something.

I did love him, and probably in all sorts of good and bad ways, but it still felt way more like I was being pulled along rather than leading anything.  Just in case that wasn't clear enough, he came home that afternoon with two friends, both of whom seemed to be way more in the know than I ever would have imagined, one of them even grabbing his clearly hard dick as they headed off to Jeff's room.  I really couldn't go that far to eavesdrop as they did what they did, but both his friends actually kissed me as they headed off later:  "You're the greatest dad ever we hear."  And did one of them really comment that Jeff told them it was true that my dick really was larger than the dildo Michael had given him?

As they headed out, I almost felt the urge to talk Jeff through the whole thing, but he just hugged me, told me how much he loved me, told me how he had aced two exams that day, as well as made the finals for his upcoming track meet, stuck his damn tongue in my throat yet again, and told me how much he loved the cup exchange:  "I do hope it was yours.  That's what I told my buds as I swallowed it."

And he laughed and headed off to do his work.

Michael was calmer that evening, although maybe even more deeply horny than the night before.  As he shot deep in me, he told me he really wanted me to think about fucking Jeff the same way he fucked me:  "You know he's working so hard for it."

That made me cum.  Although it didn't help me sleep nearly as well as the night before...