He can share in the rewards

"Don't worry, man. It'll be just like now, only you'll have your mom AND your dad to play with," you reply with a grin.

He nods, looking a little happier. "Hey, yeah! That's one bimbo each; we won't have to share... Unless we feel like it, of course."

"Glad you boys are so enthusiastic about, uh... Fucking me," Michael's dad chimes in awkwardly, prompting a muffled giggle from his (somewhat occupied) wife.

"Daaad, please... Don't say that while you're still a dude. No flirting until you've got your D-cups."

"Right, right. I suppose I should go make a few phone calls, anyway. See if I can't squeeze in a last-minute appointment at the clinic."

You wave to Peter as he leaves, then turn your attention back to Mike. "So, what do you think? Should we really make 'em twins?"

"Y-yeah," he replies, the excitement building in his voice. "I actually have a thought on that... If you disagree, well, then what you say goes, but--"

"C'mon, man, I respect your opinion! They're your parents, after all."

"Okay, well... What if we _do _go all the way? Y'know, get rid of Dad's cock, give him a pussy, and make 'em look _exactly _the same?" He blushes and looks away, avoiding his mother's gaze as she looks up at him from between your legs. "I, uh... Honestly, I think it'd be super hot if we couldn't tell the difference. Like, at all."