My [50], husband [45], son [33] and I are a throuple
I [50] had my son [33] at 17 when I didn't know myself and dated a popular girl inigh school everyone expected me to be with. She got pregnant around graduation, and we lost contact for years. I was not necessarily a good person. I felt justified in not reaching out because she didn't reach out either. Seven years later she was a mess, drinking heavily and in jail. Her mother, my son’s grandmother, had been battling cancer. She called demanding to know why I had never been there. I didn't bother explaining and just showed up. She presented me with my son. I never had custody, of course, but it was easy to reinsert myself. We bonded over my father’s death from cancer and I helped around the house and sent my son’s mother commissary money. So I moved in with her and raised my son. Her daughter died in prison, which was painful, but I continued bonding with my boy and his grandmother pretty well. All that time they didn't know I had realized I was gay. I kept going with it and abstained from bringing men into the house to avoid upsetting her. When my son turned 18, he got a job and moved out. I helped around her house and lived with her until she passed away four years later. I really did love her as a caretaker and thought I was doing right by my son’s mother. After she died I moved out and in with my son because he didn't oppose it. I could've moved elsewhere, but I liked being close to him. A few years later I got us out of there, and we bought and lived in a house that we both paid into. Ever since then we have lived there.
Early on my boy knew I was gay because I didn't hide it. I brought men over, and he was open minded anyway. He never talked about girls or boys either, but we talked about anything. We usually have no clothes on but boxers. We are both on the heavier side, and it can get hot and humid where we live, so it is just more comfortable this way. Anyway I had always been attracted to my son. I am sort of a narcissist, so it doesn't help that he is my spitting image in face and body but just an inch shorter. It was after I met my now husband [45] and he moved in that the three of us started doing things together. It was not easy because my husband and I, before we were married, had made a social media page about our lifestyle and sometimes posted our son. When our dynamic shifted and we started posting riskier pictures of the three of us together, I started to get anxious, so we disabled that account to continue our dynamic. So if you have pieced it together, when my now husband moved in and we had sex almost all the time, my son was not far away in proximity. At times my husband would have sex with me verbally and tell me not that quietly during sex if I thought about my son and if I wanted him more than my husband. I would always get so turned on by that and say yes, and it would get louder and louder hoping that our son would maybe listen to see how he would react. It was terrifying of course, but my son and I never had a typical father son relationship. Don't get me wrong, I am fatherly to my son, but we are also best friends and have been really touchy with each other in our boxer briefs. He used to sleep with me, and we would get morning wood while we slept hugging each other. It didn't feel like stepping over a line, just like a normal thing. We would cuddle a lot in bed in a nonsexual way, but our dicks through our boxers would still rub against each other, and we never hid our boners from one another. One time I caught him jacking off in the kitchen, and I just continued grabbing what I needed from the fridge. That was probably his sign to me, and I didn't listen then, but anyway. On one of those days that my husband and I were having verbal sex talking about how much more I wanted my son than my husband, my son opened the door we had left open.
I remember that day as clear as day. I had my dick in my left hand, my husband on my right side talking loudly into my ear, and my son in my left view with just his boxers on and his sweety juicy nipples poking out like mine were. We just looked at each other. He pulled out his own dick and I told him to come here. I started sucking his fat cock while my husband started making out with my boy. We are a throuple now. We go to gay events, and only a few of our friends know. My husband likes seeing me make love to my son and tell my son I love him more than I love my own husband, which is true. My husband is not particularly attractive, but he is decently average, really funny, and loves that I love my son this much. Most nights now I sleep with my son while my husband sleeps in a separate room, and me and my son make out until we fall asleep. If anyone is interested in a particular story, just let me know and tell me if it's something you're willing to read.