Pregnancy number two came much more quickly. Brade hadn't even started his ritual of peeing on the stick when he felt the first wave of morning sickness.
"You knocked it right out of the park on the first pitch, Dad," Braden said, with a sincerity that also convinced me I'd knocked my son up the second his birth control pills wore off.
We set up an appointment with Todd Fiedler, who was just as thrilled as we were and congratulatory.
"I'm so happy for you guys," he said. "Baby number two is easier, you'll see... well, I guess it's number three for you, Bill."
I smirked and put my arm around Brade. Now intimately familiar with my son's body, I was starting to recognize the telltale sign of his pregnancy with the gain in water weight, making his fit, muscular build a little beefier.
"It's been years since this one was in diapers, Todd."
"And Junior is finally potty trained," my son chimed in.
The doctor set up a follow up and gave some general advice, but the good thing is we knew the drill.
"Maybe we can have another double date soon," Todd said we were ready to leave. "Andrew can babysit Junior." Andrew was Todd and Adam Fieder's eldest, now in high school.
"Sound great, Doctor," Braden said. "We'll set something up."
***
Braden's first pregnancy had been special. There was no getting around how exciting it was to have our first incest baby together and have it growing inside Brade's strong body. But as Brade pregged up with our second, it was somehow more enjoyable for both of us. Braden seemed healthier this time, and less prone to morning sickness or fatigue spells. The only real challenge was tending to Junior, who now had just turned 3. But Brade and I felt like we were getting in the parenting groove, even with my long work hours.
We thought about names and settled on Evan Braden Drake. The first time I said the name mid-sex, Brade came hard, covering his muscled pregnant body with copious sperm. We actually laughed that cum was so intense.
But the normal stuff was amazing, too. The big thrill for me was just being out in public with my son, his 5, 6. and then 7 month belly increasingly showing. If anyone asked, Braden was just a single dad and I was the grandparent helping out with childrearing. But knowing that people could see his ex-Marine body completely pregnant with my kid, our kid, made our romantic relationship seem real. Brade and I had gone from fooling around, to a crazy incest affair, to fucking starting a family together.
We leaned heavily on the Fiedlers and the Connors. The two incest couples we knew shared openly with us, and we shared openly with them. Every Friday night was pizza night at the Fiedler house. Sam and Zach Fiedler were 2 and 5, so Junior was able to play with them, while one of the older Fiedler sons babysat.
It was a trip to see how well adjusted Andrew and Jon, the older boys, were to the incestuousness of their own family, and ours. It was a model for how Brade and I wanted to raise our sons. Now a junior and sophomore in high school, the elder Fiedler boys were like any normal teens, but they'd greet us when we came over and ask how Brade's pregnancy was going.
"Pretty good, Andrew," Braden replied one time. "Only the little bruiser is kicking up a storm today."
The teen's eyes widened and he smiled. "Yeah? That's awesome, Mr. Drake. I remember when Dad was pregnant with Zach and feeling those kicks... I think my little bro is gonna be a soccer player when he grows up."
"Can I feel?" Jon asked shyly. He didn't have his older brother's confidence and was the more bookish of the two.
Braden looked at me then turned back to nod.
Tentatively, Jon placed his hand on the gentle swell of my son's stomach, just a second before his brother's joined it.
"Wow," Andrew said with a grin. "He's gonna be a healthy one all right."
They held their hands there a second more.
"Well, we better go look after the little guys... the men are all in the den, Mr. Drake," he said to me.
Jon took Junior's hand and guided him to the play area of the house.
Frank and Jeff Connors were already there. Frank had loosened up a lot. I liked the guy, but more than that Braden really clicked with him. There was the physical attraction to the contractor's beefy build, but more than that Frank was a heart-on-his-sleeve kind of guy. I won't sugar coat it, that was one tension between me and my husband. I had an emotionally withdrawn side, and Brade still had some lingering resentment from growing up with that.
"Hey it's the Drakes," Dr. Fiedler said as he bounded up to give Brade a quick hug, then me. Adam Fiedler was in his late 68. He was aging well, with a full head of silvery hair and a country club tan. Still, he was definitely more mature, and I still remained surprised he'd borne two kids in his 60s.
"Hey Bill," Todd grinned as he pulled me into a hug.
Brade was designated driver, of course, so I enjoyed a couple of scotches. The conversation flowed. About how the second Drake pregnancy was going, then about the Fiedler's plans.
"You think about having another, Doctor?" Braden asked.
Todd gave a sly grin. "Man... I'd love to, but I think we're maxed out."
"Give this old man a rest, kiddo," Adam teased, nudging Todd's side. The younger Fiedler was at that age where he fit both "dad" and "son" roles well. Youthfully attractive, yet also developing a more filled out body, even though he inherited his dad's slender build.
Todd laughed and explained to us. "The deal was that I'd carry the first two before starting med school, and Dad would carry the next two after he retired."
"Someone got greedy along the way," Adam smirked.
Todd laughed. "For real though, four is plenty. We got our hands full."
Adam looked over to the Connors. "Still not thinking of kids?"
Jeff shook his head. "No, Dr. Fiedler... but Dad and I... well..."
Frank clasped his son's leg. "Jeff and I have been getting real serious lately." He had a look like he'd been wanting to share the news for a while.
"Yeah?" I prompted.
He nodded. "Jeffy and I have been talking about his plans after college, and... I don't know... seeing you guys married, for real, and I realized we wanted that too. So I popped the question and this amazing young man said yes."
"Course I did, Dad," Jeff said, beaming with a smile before he leaned over to kiss his dad briefly.
"Best feeling ever, right?" Todd asked.
Jeff nodded. "Oh yeah. Hottest sex of my life too that night."
We laughed.
"Hotter than the first time?" Brade asked.
Jeff had to think. "Well, close second."
"A question for the sons: who did you lose your cherry to?" my son asked. Lately, Friday nights ended up with a round of questions as we shared our incest experiences.
"Dan Chambers," Todd answered. "He was a friend and we kind of fooled around a lot."
"Dad took mine," came Jeff Connor's answer.
The Fiedlers knew my and Brade's story, but my son answered, "Dad took mine too."
Frank spoke up. "A question for the dads: where did you first fuck your sons?" He turned to me first.
"My bedroom," I replied. "Felt only right." Brade scooted up against me and I placed my arm over his shoulder.
"I did Todd in his room," Adam said with a naughty smirk. "In his bed."
Frank smiled, and I knew he'd done Jeff like that too. "I took his virginity in the cab of my truck," he said. "It wasn't romantic, but..."
"It was hot as fuck, Dad," Jeff said. He turned to us. "We still like doing it there, for old times sake."
Frank laughed and patted Jeff's leg again. "This young man keeps me on my toes, for sure."
"Just wait till you're married," I said.
"Can't fuckin wait."
A few minutes later Jon popped his head in. "Guys... Junior's getting sleepy."
I got up. "We should get going... Always a pleasure gentlemen."
"Any time, Drake," Adam said.
I went back and found Junior already crashed out on a sofa. Gently, I picked him up and let him sleep against my shoulder. Braden was already getting the car seat ready and helped me put Junior in and buckle him in.
I'd shut the door when Frank came up, truck keys in his hand. "Guys... good seeing you as always."
Braden grinned. "I'm not going to be able to look at your truck in the same way again."
As Jeff came up to stand next to his dad, the father said, "We're gonna take advantage of that extended cab now," he smirked. "We found a nice deserted parking lot." Like I say, Frank had opened up a LOT.
"Sounds like you're enjoying the honeymoon phase, guys," I said. "Good for you."
Jeff nodded. "If you ever want to join in, Mr. Drake... Braden... that'd be way hot."
Frank ruffled Jeff's hair. It was wild how the college kid looked older in the year I'd known him. He looked carefully at me and Brade. "Just throwing that out there, guys. It'd be fun. No pressure though."
"We'll have to think about it," I answered. I knew Braden was attracted to Frank Connors, but I didn't know where my son's head was when it came to sex outside of our marriage.
"Of course, the offer stays open, Bill.... Braden." God, it was clear that the older Connors wanted my son. It was flattering, and I knew that Braden was the kind of young stud lots of men went for.
"Good night, Frank," Braden said. And he stepped up and gave Jeff a quick bro hug. "You, too, man. Have fun tonight."
We got in the SUV. Quiet at first as we buckled up. "God, Dad," Braden finally whispered before starting the car. "I'm hard right now."
I looked back to make sure Junior was still asleep, though I'm sure we would have heard if he'd woken up. I turned back to Brade. "Me too.... I just didn't wanna..."
"Yeah, I know Dad. We'll have to talk it over."
****
The next Monday the alarm went off early, real early, and I felt Braden's warm body snuggle against mine. He was completely naked, and just the feel of his pregnant build against my arm and hip and leg was enough to wake me up, fast.
"Um, what time is it?" I asked in a morning voice. It was pitch black out.
Braden was still not fully awake, even as he was initiating sex. "I thought maybe you could come home early today, Dad... it's been a while."
I grunted an assent and turned to kiss Brade. I loved kissing him and we took a little time getting deeper into it. His free hand was all over my body, my chest, my abs, my briefs-covered cock as we made out.
I loved the bulk of his big pregnant body against mine. He was almost at 8 months and really showing. Brade's pregnancy with Evan was different, I hesitate to call it an easy pregnancy since I wasn't the one putting my body through this. But Braden had fewer difficulties, and we'd entered a nice stretch of pregnancy hormones spiking my son's libido.
Meanwhile, I was going crazy having this swelled up hunk in my bed each night.
Particularly now that my hunky son-husband was turning away from me and turning on the bed lamp. I could see his strong ex-footballer, ex-Marine build. Brade's a few inches shorter than me, which makes his brawn stand out even more. Even with pregnancy, he kept up at the gym, and I could see the strong lats and broad back and that muscle ass. Best of all that eight-month preg gut made visible love handle-like swells along his waist.
I knew how to read my son's body language and the silent way he could communicate his needs in the bedroom. I reached over to fumble for the lube in the nightstand.
"Think Junior's asleep?" I heard Brade ask.
I slicked up my boner. "Like a rock," I said. It was about 5 AM, and if Bill Jr. took after me in a lot of ways, he was gonna be like his Daddy when it came to not being a morning person.
"I want us to talk, Dad," Brade said. "If that's OK."
My dick was rock hard and I turned toward Braden's strong body and scooted up toward him. "You want an incest fuck, son?" I said. We often had to put the kibosh on verbal sex when our son was in the house. Even with a closed door, you never know.
"Mmm hmmm," came the reply. Brade pushed back against me, savoring the feel of my big father cock in his ass cleft. My son was in heat, those hormones kicking in.
My own hormones were doing their work, and I felt my heart beat fast. I placed my hand on his belly. Big and round, I loved the way Brade's pregnancy gut was hard and soft at the same time.
"How's my grandson doing in there?" I growled.
"He's gonna be a strong, healthy one, Dad."
"It's because he's an incest kid, Brade. Made by a father and son."
"I love my father's cock," Braden hissed, lust in his voice. "Love that you knocked me up, sir."
I pushed into his ring. Slowly, because it had been months.
"I can feel that breeder cock, Dad."
"Your father's cock."
"Yessir... took my cherry. The night before Basic." Our family-to-family chat with the Fiedlers and Connors made us extra reminiscent for that first time. Brade's insides were opening up for me now. It was like riding a bike for him I suppose. Or maybe he was reliving that deflowering in his head.
"Sent you off with your own father's cum inside you."
"Hell yes.... I wish I hadn't been on the pill then."
My dick surged inside Braden. I kissed along his neck and rubbed his stomach. "You wanted to get pregged on your first fuck, Sport?"
"You could have done it, too. Potent dad cock working me open."
I was now pushing all the way inside. My son's insides were hot and tight and alive. I missed this but the best part was that Braden had clearly missed this, too. He bucked back against me.
"Unprotected dad cock," I hissed.
"You lectured me so much, Dad," Braden hissed. "But I wish you'd just taken me raw and put your kid in me. At eighteen"
"Damnit, Brade," I said in a tone that was only annoyed by how much that turned me on. "I never told you, Son," I said. "But I made you the night I lost my virginity."
That gave Braden a pause. "For real?" He couldn't tell if this was just sex talk.
I fucked faster, holding onto this big bulk. Fucking a very pregnant Brade was one of the hottest things, almost as hot as knocking him up on the first place. "For real, Son. I fucked your mother the first time out, and all of a sudden I was a teen dad."
"God, Dad," he hissed. I could tell he was trying not to get too loud. I love Braden, but my son can be a screamer in bed. "That's so fucking hot."
I don't tend to be loud in sex, but I was getting worked up myself. "I'm thinking of that moment now... when I made you...." I slowed my thrust to be deep and purposive. "When I made Junior...."
"Fuck!" Braden hissed. His hand left his cock to grip the top of my own hand that was on his big belly, coaxing me to rub it all over.
"When I made Evan," I growled, kissing Braden's neck. For me it was all coming together, the sexual power of fatherhood, of breeding.
I could sense Braden's back muscles tense. Now that I'd slowed my thrusts, going for power rather than speed, he was bucking back against my dong again. Hungry for it. His voice was groggy and deep. "Just like you're gonna make our next son... and the one after that."
"Oh god..." I hissed. I'd tried to make this mating last, but I was getting closer to orgasm.
"After Evan..." my son muttered, trying to keep his bedroom voice down. "I don't wanna wait for the next..."
"Yeah?" We'd talk about this seriously, later, but my sex addled brain was entertaining the idea.
"Yessir... I want you to bring my home from the hospital and bend me over and rough fuck me right then..."
It was wild and a total Brade thing to say.
I was cumming inside my eldest boy, hard.
I felt my pregnant husband squirm on my spurting dick, and only after a few seconds did I realize Braden was orgasming hands free.
We came down and caught our breath and I held my hunky son's big body from behind.
"I love you, Dad," Braden finally said.
"God, Braden, I don't think I could love you any more."
"Fuck yes," I hissed, kissing his neck softly.
Finally my dick plopped free and Braden turned around to kiss me. He was still hard and I could feel the tip of his prick against my leg as I rubbed his big stomach.
"We doing round two, Sport?" I asked.
Braden shook his head. "Save it for later, OK?"
I forced myself to pull myself from his embrace and slip out of the bed. "In that case, I better get ready." I stood by the bed and got one more good look at Braden's amazing physicality as his eyes stared at my rigid dad cock sticking straight out.
***
Maybe it was getting laid, but I was in a great mood all day. On my commute, I thought about the changes coming. I'd have to start driving Junior to preschool before long, instead of child care. And pretty soon, there's be sleepless nights and trading off shifts with Braden.
It made me determined to get the marital sex in while Brade and I were synched up and had the time. I had a busy work day but threw my head into it and focused and banged out a lot efficiently. By 1:30 I was texting Brade to let him know I was leaving the office.
"Hot damn... we get a nice long session then," came the reply.
When I got home, I had a good idea where I'd find my son, back in the master bedroom, half naked or fully nude.
But as I pushed open the door I was thrilled with the obscenely hot sight. My ex-Marine son was naked on the bed, an extra sheet on top of the mattess. He was watching some intergenerational porn but not really jacking off, more just letting his hard dick ride up against his pregnancy swell. Best part was his normally hairy torso was shaved smooth and looked shiny.
"Jesus, son," I'd hiss as I unknotted my tie and kicked off my dress shoes. "Looks like Evan is ready to pop out any minute." I was exaggerating, since the due date was still a few weeks away. But Brade and I knew how to go into the fantasy and push each other's buttons.
My son just smiled and lay back into the pillows, spreading his legs. "You gonna induce labor with that big dad dick of yours?"
I felt my throat go tight. "I never know how far is too far to go with you, son."
Braden smiled. "Physically or verbally?"
"Verbally," I said, stripping off my suit jacket and undoing my belt. I was rock hard, just like I hadn't gotten off that morning. I'm sure Brade could see my erection riding up the crotch of my trousers. "I know not to go rough when you're this far along, Sport."
"I know, sir," my son said softly. "I just like working you up."
I took a look at the TV screen. I had wider porn tastes than my son and in any case preferred to watch only when I had to stroke a quick load out without Braden. But my son was very focused on daddy-son pairings and roleplay stuff, and he liked when we watched it together. "One of your favorites," I said. I'd seen this video several times with Brade.
"Yes, sir," my son said. "I just wished there was mpreg porn... or real dad-son teams."
A thought came to me. "You ever feel like taking the Connors up on their offer?"
Braden's eyes lit up with excitement. "Yeah? I didn't think you'd go for that, Dad."
I unbuttoned my shirt. Normally, I'd be pouncing on Brade's naked, knocked up body, but I knew we had a solid hour and a half for sex that day, before I had to go pick up Junior.
"And you would?" I asked. I wasn't sure if this was going too far. Brade and I had talked about the possibility of playing with others but only in an idle way.
"Oh yeah"," he said. "I'd love for them to watch you fuck me."
"I think the polite term is 'making love,' Sport," I winked.
"Trust me, Dad, when it comes to incest... you make love and then there gets a certain point where you just fuck."
I now pulled down my trousers and briefs, showing Brade my paternal hardon. This ritual would never, ever get old. "Is that right, Son?"
Brade nodded, his brown eyes hungry. "You can be a total beast, Dad. I fuckin' love it."
I gently folded my trousers and peeled off my button down shirt. "I think Frank wants to make a play for you," I cautioned him.
Braden grinned. "Dad... you've been wanting to nail Jeff Connors since you met him."
I blushed. "Come on, Brade..."
He laughed. "I know you're an incest man, Dad. But you're also a man. Men look. And fantasize. It's OK."
I had a bit of jealous streak but also a real curiosity about spicing up our sex life with a threesome or foursome. And as a dad-son couple it would have to be someone we trusted. I stepped up to the bed and ran my hand along Braden's leg, feeling the hairs and knotted calf muscle, then tracing my fingers higher.
I watched his cock jerk and his dimples form on his face. "Nice, sir.." He put his hands under his big eight month belly to frame it for my gaze. "We don't gotta, Dad... but I figure it would amplify the incest, being with another dad and son." My son nodded toward the night stand where a new bottle stood. "I got some massage oil. Why don't you put some more on me?"
I felt that crazy horniness as I did just that, smearing the oil all over that freshly shaved muscle, feeling up the full muscle tits and those strong arms. I oiled his legs, massaging the quads before I finally go to the big prize, that big round stomach. I added extra oil and admired the vision and feel of that large belly.
"Oh fuck, he's kicking," I growled. I could feel it.
"Our son, Dad," Braden said, excited. "Our second son."
I leaned forward and deep kissed Brade, feeling his own sexual excitement and emotion coming back to me. We made out for a good ten minutes, each of out touching each other as we got into it.
"Evan Braden Drake," I finally muttered into my son's lips.
"I love giving you that gift, Dad. A second grandson."
"Baby boy," I hissed. I now felt his fingers curl around my prick, which was dripping.
"Make love to me, Dad. Nice and slow... like that the night you took my cherry."
"Damn, buddy."
I did my best, but it was hard given Braden's size. But as he scooted to the bed's edge and I placed his calves on my shoulders, I entered him slowly, very slowly, lubed up from all that massage oil. It was a new thing. Not being the Beast, not going hard into him. Just seeing how gentle I could be with my son. That slow pump lasted ten minutes until like a tantric cum, Braden and I came at the same second.
I had to pull out to kiss him again. Lazily I rubbed his belly more, smearing sperm into the oil as we kissed.
"You better go pick up Junior," my son finally said. "I'll clean up." It was funny to see my son be the responsibly minded and practical one. Life throws surprises your way for sure.
"Yeah," I hissed before claiming one last kiss. I hopped in the shower and got dressed again.
Braden moved slower at 8 months, but he'd gotten up and was stripping the sheet. Still nude, he was a beautiful sight.
"OK if I reach out to Frank?" I asked. I needed to check if the idea was as appealing post-nut.
Braden smiled. "Oh yeah. We can get a baby sitter for Junior. If you're cool with the idea, Dad."
"I think we should," I said. "I want to show us off... in the right circumstances." I looked at my watch. "Gotta go... " I stepped up for a last peck of a kiss.
I made good time getting to Junior's child care and had a few minutes to wait. I texted Brade. "Love you so much, Sport."
Then I pulled up Jeff Connors contact. I had my own flirty dad-substitute vibe with him. "Hey man, Braden and I are open to your Dad's idea... if you guys are still game."
It wasn't until Junior and I got home that I noticed a reply text from Jeff Connors. "Oh yeah! We'd love that."
"This weekend?" I asked. "Saturday? We can get a babysitter and come to your place."
A few seconds later. "Dad's thrilled. God, I can't fuckin' wait."
***
Even when we showed up at the Connors' place, Brade and I weren't sure what was going to go down. We had a good heart-to-heart discussion and decided it would be OK if we fooled around or paired up with the other dad and son. Or just kept it between us.
Frank answered the door, a big smile on his face. "Hey fellas," he greeted, clasping me and Brade in a deep hug. Jeff was actually nervous, standing behind his dad. The reversal from when I first met these guys was wild to see.
"Jeffy and I have been holding off most of the week."
"Oh yeah," the frat boy said. "Been really looking forward to this."
Braden laughed. "We hadn't planned it that way. But married life, with kids.. you know." It had been three days since my son and I had enjoyed sex together.
"One reason I'm not eager for another kid." He put his thick arm around Jeff's shoulder and drew him close. "This special man is enough for me."
I did wonder what Jeff thought. He didn't talk much about whether he wanted kids, but I also knew he was thrilled to be engaged to his father.
They led us to the living room, and I took stock of Frank's beefy build and Jeff's frat-jock look. They had shorts on but nothing else. It was then that my own apprehension gave way to excitement.
Frank seemed to be leading the evening. "So... you Drake men have been a real inspiration for me and Jeff."
His son chimed in. "That advice you gave me changed our lives, Mr. Drake."
Frank scooted over, putting his arm over Jeff's shoulder again and lazily teasing his son's bare nipple as he spoke. "I'll say. I assumed that it was just naughty sex, you know. And it is... but..."
Brade reached over and ran his fingers up my bare thigh, nudging toward the hem of my shorts. I was boning up now, for sure. "That mix is incredible. Dad's a fucking sex beast... but he's also my dad... and my life partner."
The contractor nodded. "I thought I was a loner," Frank said. "Turns out I just didn't realize the right man was living under my roof."
"Dad..." Jeff hissed and turned to his father. Frank smiled and removed Jeff's ball cap before meeting him in a deep kiss.
Brade and I watched, then we started making out too. Braden was right. Doing this in front of other men, in front of another dad-son couple, made our incest fell more incestuous.
My son was getting very excited, and I felt him paw at my crotch.
"Let it out, Braden," I heard Frank say. Turns out they'd been watching us suck face.
I sensed Braden's hesitation, so undid my shorts and peeled them off. My son was now tugging at my underwear, letting my dad erection free.
"Fuck!" Jeff Connors said. "That's a beautiful cock, Mr. Drake."
I looked up and winked. "My son likes it," I said. It was fun how Brade's and my bedroom verbal was finding its own groove with the Connors men.
"I bet," Frank laughed. He was copying me, pulling down his shorts, only he went commando. Frank Connors wasn't hung long but the man was thick, like him. "Feel like a son swap tonight, fellas? No pressure."
Brade and I shared a quick look to make sure we were on the same page. I turned back to the Connors. "We'd like that, guys," I said. "As long as we can start with our own family."
I spread my legs, showing off my cock. The guys got excited when Brade's hand traveled up to touch my balls then my dick.
I pulled my son into another kiss. It was hornier this time. When we broke I saw Jeff between his father's legs, blowing him slowly.
"Jeff knows how to treat his dad?" Brade asked, now pushing down his Marines PT shorts which were his favorite paternity wear now that he was 8 months big. His prick jerked up to thwap against the swell.
"Oh yeah..." Frank hissed. "Damn, you look like you're ready to pop, Braden."
I put my hand on that stomach. "Due date's in three weeks," I said. "Evan's gonna be a big baby, I can tell."
"I'll say."
I now openly caressed Braden's big body, pulling up the hem of his shirt to reveal the girthy knocked-up flesh. Brade leaned forward and I helped him remove the T-shirt over his big frame and meaty arms.
"Let me suck you, Dad," my husband hissed.
I nodded and stood up. We had to get used to the positions best suited for him in the third trimester.
My cock stood rigid and ready as I scooted closer to Brade's mouth. I had to bite my lip and think of work stuff to keep from cumming right away. Braden was in full horned up mode, working my dick with long wet suction.
"I swear Braden's hungrier than Jeffy here."
I heard Frank's son laugh.
I enjoyed looking over at the Connors, then back at Braden. My son was right. This really amplified the taboo nature of my sexual relationship with Brade.
What was wild, though, was seeing Frank's transformation, horny but getting more emotional. He cradled Jeff's head as the son bobbed up and down. Looking down sweetly at his only boy. "I'm gonna miss Jeffy bad when he goes back next week."
The man gave a soft laugh and looked back up at me. "I guess we're at that phase of spending every moment together. It's all so new."
"Enjoy it," I said. "Getting engaged to your son is such an amazing thing."
"I'll say... fuck, Bill."
I looked down at Brade. My son and I had gone through various stages of our relationship. I enjoyed that ebb and flow, but actually was excited that there would be more phases in the Drake life adventure.
When I looked back over, Jeff was now longer servicing his father but instead kneeling up to meet his dad in a deep kiss.
"We can stick to family pairing guys," I offered. The Connors men seemed to be bonding emotionally.
Jeff pulled back and looked over at me with a sexy smile. "No way, Mr. Drake. I wanna ride that big dick of yours. If it's OK with Braden."
Brade pulled off me. His attention was still on my wet, hard dad dick as he answered. "OK with me."
Frank stepped toward me and Brade. I watched as my son gave me a determined look then leaned over and started licking Frank Connors.
I saw Frank's lips curl into a big grin. "You OK with this, Bill?" he checked in.
"It's hot," I said. "You like my son's mouth?"
The sex talk was getting to him. I could see his barrel chest rise and fall. "Oh yeah.... go use my son's mouth."
But already Jeff was coming over to join us, now naked and fully hard. Like his dad, the college stud had a shorter but thick stalk, only with smoother nuts and a less furry bush.
"Hey, Mr. Drake," he said softly.
"Hey yourself." Our eye contact was heavy and I went for it, meeting Jeff in a kiss. It was a different kind of taboo, kissing the guy while his father looked on.
Jeff's hands were all over me, feeling my chest through my polo shirt and reaching down to grasp my hardon. There was clearly a lot of sexual tension that had been developing between us.
"Fuck, I'm cumming," I heard Frank bellow. Jeff and I pulled away from each other in time to watch his orgasm. Well, I was watching Brade, his excitement as he blew that thick dong faster to completion.
"Damn, Dad," Jeff said and scooted down to get a close look. Only when his father pulled out did I realize what the college guy was after. Almost immediately he looked lips on Braden, plunging his tongue into taste his dad's cum.
I was so turned on, and getting impatient. I nudged my dick between their lips. They got the signal and I was getting my first tandem BJ. About twenty seconds of that treatment was getting me close. Feeling Frank's hand clasp my shoulder and his naked body press into mine got me to the finish line. "Cum in our boys' mouths, Bill," he said. I turned to face him and Frank surprised me with a deep kiss, timed right for my orgasm. I don't know who swallowed more of my seed.
I was lightheaded after an intense nut, and sat down on the couch next to Jeff. Frank took the other end next to Brade. His hands were all over my son's pregnant body. Fixated. I would have to feel out what these guys were thinking about pregnancy. They said they didn't want kids, but Braden's belly was turning them on.
"Your daddy sure taught you your way around a dick," Frank said.
"Guess so, yeah," Braden laughed. He'd seemed in a different mood than I normally expected but I realized he was riding the hormones and feeling extra sexual. His hand now reached over and played with Frank's still firm dick.
Jeff was looking at me expectantly, hard as nails. I kissed him again and felt up his naked body. He wasn't big like Brade, but he was in shape, with kind of a soccer or tennis player build.
Already Frank had moved to get between Braden's legs and was slowly sucking him. Jeff broke our kiss and leaned over to kiss my son. I took the cue to scoot into a matching position with Frank. Only I pushed Jeff's legs up. I wanted to taste that hole first.
As I licked Jeff Connors and began eating him out, I heard a muffled grunt, then an "Oh fuck, Mr. Drake." Then Braden's laugh. He knew how much I loved to rim.
Frank sucked Braden to completion, then moved over to his son. Somehow we made the position work, with Frank sucking his boy, and me eating out that hole. Braden came to the other side and started kissing Jeff. I swear Frank choked on that heavy young load his Jeffy fed him.
We paired again, father and son, and took a breather and talked about how we felt about what had just gone on.
"It was great," Brade said, in a dreamy relaxed state now. That was the thing about pregnancy, the postcoital moment had him more tired than normal. "Being able to share incest with you guys is incredible."
Frank nodded. "Jeffy has been wanting to play around, but I'm surprised by how much I wanted this, too. You guys are a crazy hot couple."
"You, too," I said.
"Definitely a good send off before going back to college," Jeff grinned. His hands were back on his father's burly chest, and Brade and I watched as that paternal meat filled out and then stood up once more.
Braden was still soft, but I firmed up now. Particularly as Jeff Connors was going back down for seconds.
"When you gotta get back, fellas?" Frank asked with an impish look.
"We got about another hour, Frank," Braden said. He looked at me and smiled. Reaching down, he worked my dick into a full fledged boner, and I could see his own come to life beneath the big swell of his gut.
"You got any lube, Frank?" I asked.
"Hell yeah, buddy," the man answered. I watched him nudge Jeff off his thick meat. "Let's take this to the bedroom, son."
"Yes, sir," came the soft reply before they kissed deeply.
Brade and I made out, too, until we were ready to follow the Connors men for the second round.
***
The pregnancy sex in that last stretch was incredible and sometimes I just oiled up Braden's belly and gently thrust my cock against it. Even if Brade was definitely the bottom in our relationship, orally in addition to anally, for those last couple of weeks I regularly sucked Brade off, feeling that hard round belly against my forehead as I worked his dick to spurting.
After we both came one afternoon, we lay in bed, naked and sated, just holding hands.
"It's funny how we cycle through the pregnancy," my son said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
He shrugged. "Well... when you knock me up, Dad, it's all about your power as the Father. But the third trimester comes and you're worshiping me."
He was right. "I should be worshiping you more," I said softly.
Brade shook his head. "I actually like how it works with us." Then softly, he added, "You'll always be Dad to me, you know." He looked over at the clock. "Time to pick Junior up," he said.
I held back a sigh. I knew not to complain about the inconveniences of parenthood. It was only going to get crazier once Evan was born.
I cleaned off and got dressed as Braden lay naked in the bed, his beautiful pregnant body still glistening with the baby oil. I felt like the luckiest dad in the world.
Braden was dozing off a little but opened his eyes, catching me staring. "What?" he asked, thinking something was wrong.
"You're a handsome fucker, son," I said.
Braden smiled. I did my belt buckle and approached the bed, leaning in to give my son a quick kiss.
I couldn't resist slipping a little tongue in there, too.
Leaning back, I patted his stomach. "You ready for the next chapter, Son?"
"So ready, Dad."
I reached down and adjusted my crotch. Braden laughed. He was amused how amped up my sex drive was during his pregnancy.
"All right... better get going."
"Yeah, Dad. Love you."
"Love you, too, Son."
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