Author's note
Hi everyone, I'm sorry this took so long. I have written it and re-written it so many times! Never knowing which direction to take certain characters. Eventually I just had to decide. I love this story and wanted to do it right.
Now, I have classed it as Gay Male, there is pretty good amount of gay stuff happen in it. But be warned, there is almost a fair bit of straight sex as well!
Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Helping My Son
I woke up to my head spinning. It was still pitch black outside and my wife, Joanne, was fast asleep next to me. I wondered how I had made so many decisions that got me to where I was.
My whole life seemed to have turned upside down in a few short months. I was a big, strong man that was respected. However, as I thought back, everything had changed.
I had cheated on my wife with god knows how many cocks. Finding that glory hole only made my addiction worse, I had a place I could itch the scratch with no repercussions.
I allowed my 18 year old, princess of a daughter's boyfriend cheat on her with not only me, but my son. And yes, the icing on the cake. Yesterday I had committed incest by doing a whole selection of sexual acts with my own son.
I don't know which one was worse, all I knew was that my life was spiralling out of control. I also knew, deep down that Callum would soon be with my wife. A thought that I constantly went back and forth with whether I liked it or not.
I had hoped that she would be stronger than me and would not be seduced as easily as I was. But another part of me loved the idea of watching my beautiful, sexy wife getting absolutely fucked by Callum's big, black cock.
With all these thoughts running through my head I was struggling to get back to sleep. When I checked my phone it was only midnight. I was just glad that Joanne came home late and didn't walk in on our son sucking my cock on the sofa.
My mind was still blown with just how submissive Jack was. I knew I was bad, but he was next level. He truly is a cock whore.
In an attempt to get my mind off of it, I got out of bed quietly and left the room with the intention of getting myself a glass of water.
However, as I walked down the hallway I saw Melissa's bedroom light shining through the cracks at the side of her door.
Melissa's staying at Callum's tonight,
I thought.
I crept over and slowly pushed the door open. Slow enough that it didn't make a sound but as it opened my eyes widened.
My son, was stood looking at himself in Melissa's full length mirror wearing nothing but one of her black thongs. A pair I was yet to try on.
He didn't spot me at first, but I stared at his smooth, slim body. Melissa's thong rode perfectly up his surprisingly curvy arse cheeks.
He was very tight.
"Dad?" Jack suddenly whispered in shack when he spotted me.
I definitely didn't want Joanne to wake up so I rushed in and closed the door.
"What are you doing?" I asked him, but I could see his little boner sticking through Melissa's thong.
"I... I... I just wanted to try it." He stuttered out.
Even after everything with did, he still had a look of shame.
Come on Steve, he's still your son.
"It's okay Jack, you don't have to be embarrassed." I whispered to him.
Truthfully, the son I had never once thought of as attractive, was having a major effect on my cock.
"It's just when I heard you were wearing them, I wanted to see what it was like." He told me with a red face that look at the ground.
"I understand son, trust me." I said with a little chuckle to try and ease his nerves.
"Dad," Jack said quietly and finally looked into my eyes, "are you gay?"
What?
I don't know why, especially after everything we did together, but that question shocked me.
"Honestly," I whispered, "I don't know. I don't think so, I love your mother and still find her sexy."
"But you just love cock now as well?" He asked.
This is one fucked up conversation for a father and son.
"I guess," I replied, not really knowing what to tell him, "Maybe I'm bi."
"Oh right, okay." He whispered.
"I... I think I might be bi as well, I don't know if I'm gay or not." He blurted out.
It was hard to watch, I could see the fighting inside of my son and I needed to be there for him, as a father.
"Jack, sit down." I told him.
He did it straight away, normally I would've thought he was just obeying his father, but now I thought he was doing it because he was submissive.
I moved and sat down next to him, finding it strange that I was trying to ignore the fact he was wearing a thong.
"You don't need to rush to figure out what you are," I told him and looked into his eyes, "your mother and I will love you no matter what, whether you're gay, bi, it doesn't matter. We love you."
I could see his eyes start to well up a little with tears,
I wonder how long he's had these thoughts?
I questioned. Maybe Callum didn't turn him, maybe he already wanted to experiment and Callum just helped.
Part of me needed to know, but I didn't want to push my son too far in his fragile state.
"I'll leave you to it," I said and stood up, "but be careful, I've taken enough of your sister's underwear, we don't want her to start getting more suspicious of where they are going."
Jack almost laughed when I said that.
"Weird conversation hey." He whispered.
"Weird day." I said back.
I kissed his forehead and then went back to bed, having that conversation with Jack seemed to ease me a little. Maybe I didn't ruin his life by letting myself, which led to him, being seduced by Callum. Maybe this will help him accept who he is.
Once in bed, I fell asleep a lot easier.
Shopping Trip
Two days went by fairly normally. I hadn't seen or heard from Callum other than when Melissa told us she was going over to his house. I didn't even get a chance to go to the glory hole because work was getting so busy. Even though it was only two days, I was really missing my fix of cum.
As for Jack, he seemed better, more himself. I hadn't done anything more sexual with him since him sucking my cock on the sofa. I wanted to give him time to work out who he was without my input.
As for my wife, Joanne, things were going great. She was in a constant good mood, kissing me, being flirty. Life was good.
Her phone buzzed a lot more frequently than it used to and whenever she texted back she had a smirk on her face and held her phone so the screen was hidden. I did wonder if it was Callum, although I was pretty sure it was.
I still didn't know if anything had happened between them two yet.
At 8pm, Joanne and I were on the sofa cuddling under a blanket as we watched some random romantic comedy. Something she loved but I never really cared for, however it made her happy.
We held hands and her head rested on my shoulder as we watched. Both Jack and Melissa were out, god knows where, which gave us some time to ourselves.
"Hey, I was thinking, we should book a holiday for next year." She suggested.
We had both been working so much that we hadn't been abroad in nearly a year and a half and in all honesty, a week in the sun sounded great.
"Perfect, where do you want to go?" I asked.
"I was thinking Greece, we haven't been there yet have we?" She suggested.
