Make Me Pregnant Like Mom!

It had been a month since the Seedplot couple discovered their strange new kink. Since then, Peter’s libido had gone from that of a healthy but normal middle-aged man to that of a teenage boy with raging hormones. He found himself pitching tents in his pants at the most random times, including Zoom calls at work. He even started having wet dreams again, waking up with his bed sheets soaked in daddy-spunk. This, incredibly, didn’t diminish his supply for his son, who was now regularly receiving two to three thick loads of cum per day.

Billie noticed his father’s overactive sex drive and took full advantage of it. He took a particular joy in teasing his father by stuffing a rubber bouncy ball under the thin undershirts he wore around the house, watching his father’s monster awaken from its slumber as he saw what his son might look like pregnant. Peter bent his son over ever surface in the house until the poor bouncy ball finally popped. “Oopsie! Miscarriage!” Billie said as they both laughed. The ball was soon replaced by bundles of clothes or stuffed animals.

Their condoms remained in the dresser drawer unused. Hundreds of millions of babymakers journeyed deep into Billie’s ass unimpeded every day.

Then Billie started throwing up in the mornings. As a father, Peter was concerned, but assumed he was simply sick. Then it happened again. And again.

At first they laughed off the obvious conclusion. It was impossible, just a silly bedroom game they really, REALLY liked to play.

Then Billie started gaining weight, especially around his belly area. Their denial persisted for an impressively long time but it disappeared when they finally felt that first kick.

Billie was pregnant.

When they finally admitted to themselves what was happening, there was an outburst of undefinable emotion. Billie threw himself into his father’s arms and sobbed into his chest. There were so many emotions whirling inside both the Seedplot boys. Joy. Fear. Excitement. And most of all, confusion.

Hiding Billie’s pregnancy would be easy enough. In the age of quarantine, his classes were all online and nobody ever saw any more of him than his face on a screen. But what frightened Billie and Peter was that they had done the impossible. Literally nobody had managed to do what they had done.

Even worse was that they couldn’t go anywhere for medical advice without revealing their relationship.

Then there was the issue of inbreeding. Would their child come out with deformities? And was Billie’s small, nine-year-old body even capable of giving birth safely?

They’d never felt more isolated from the world...and more connected to each other.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Billie sobbed.

“Sorry?” Peter said. “For what?”

“Having a baby,” said Billie. “I know it might get you in trouble. I didn’t know this would happen.”

“Baby, neither of us knew this could happen. Don’t be sorry for this. It’s nobody’s fault.”

“But Daddy, this is supposed to be impossible. Two boys can’t have a baby! Our baby is a freak!”

“No, Billie. Our baby is a miracle.”

Billie took his tear stained face off his father’s chest and looked up into his kind, loving face. Peter leaned down and kissed his son, the mother of his miracle baby, on the lips.

They didn’t have sex that night. Or the next night. Or the night after that. The shock of what had happened was more exhausting than a thousand of their incestuous lovemaking sessions.

Until one night when Peter awoke to Billie reaching inside his pajama pants, freeing the beast inside and gently stroking it awake like he had the first night he watched his father cum. His tiny right hand, so small his fingers couldn’t encircle his father’s mighty shaft, stroked it expertly and guided the wet, dripping cock head past his lips. Billie pushed his father’s cock as far as it could go into his mouth. What his mouth couldn’t take, he stroked with his dainty right hand. With his left hand, he gently played with his father’s balls, heavy with the weight of a week of backed-up seed.

Peter moaned out loud into the silent house as Billie let out a muffled moan around his father’s cock. It felt so good to be full again. His father’s familiar cock throbbed against his little tongue carefully pushing against the back of his throat.

Peter felt himself approaching his climax. His thrusts became more powerful and urgent, but carefully restrained so as not to hurt his son. His son was not some sleazy whore he could brutally force to deepthroat his cock. His cock was a gentle monster in his son’s mouth, powerful but loving.

Billie took his mouth off his father’s cock to say one thing. “Daddy, if I swallow your spunk, does that mean our baby is eating your cum too?”

The first thick rope to shoot from Peter’s cock was all the answer he needed. The rope shot right into Billie’s mouth, momentarily making him gag. But he quickly returned his mouth to his father’s erupting cockhead, taking 10, 11, 12, 13 thick ropes of incestuous cum! Billie could feel their unborn child squirming inside him, rubbing against his prostate, and he released his own load of clear boycum all over the sheets.

Peter’s climax lasted almost a minute, with every single drop of semen going to feed his miracle baby. When their high finally died down, Peter spooned against his son, his hand on his pregnant belly. They could feel the unborn child kick inside, clearly enjoying its meal.

“I can’t wait, Daddy,” said Billie. “I can’t wait to meet our baby.”

“Me too, son. Me too.”

And the two incestuous lovers drifted off to sleep.