My Daughter 5 - Sex Stories

My Daughter 5

... happened, I have fallen in love with each of them on a deeper, more than physical level. As a matter of fact, I have asked Riley to move in with us. I am sure that she is still trying to find a way to explain that to her parents since they live right up the street, but with the problems her brother has been having with drugs and the law, I don't think that will be an issue. But bottom line, each of the ladies in my life knows about each other and is in full support of our love together. Your sister and Riley are in love with each other. Your mom and Riley, as you may have noticed, are flirting more and more, and I think falling in love. This open family we have is more than just sex." "Makes sense." After some more silence Mark got up to grab more beer. I noticed the bulge in his mesh shorts, and being just as hard, I knew that our cocks needed freeing from the confines of our clothes. I suggested that we strip naked and sense his hesitancy. "Mark, seriously, with everything that has transpired, and will transpire, we're bound to be seeing each other naked quite a bit from now on. Besides, imagine the surprise on the girls' faces, no matter who arrives first, your mom or the girls, when they walk out here and see us naked and hard." "You're right." he said as he stood up and pulled his shorts down. As he worked the elastic band over his cock, I let my eyes wander down and could see that my wife's description was spot-on. He appeared to be slightly longer than me, but ...

... definitely thicker. His pubes were very nicely trimmed, and with his fit physique with a cut chest and washboard abs, I was envious. After he had stepped out of his shorts and sat down I stood to remove mine. I noticed as he nonchalantly adjusted his gaze to my mid-section while resuming the fondling of his own cock. Once my cock was released from the restraint of my shorts, I looked down at him while he was looking below my waist and gave myself several long and firm tugs before sitting back down. "Well," Mark started, "I can see that we are cut from the same cloth, dad!" "That may be so, but the seamstress was more generous when cutting for you." I replied jokingly "Your mom's description was as accurate as can be." "I'm not that much bigger than you." We continued our conversation about the women in our lives, what's been happening, what we want to happen and some talk about his first year in college. By now, we were both about 5 or 6 beers deep - not drunk, but surely feeling a bit buzzed. We heard a vehicle start to come down the driveway. Since we were a family of trucks, and a firm 'MOPAR' family, we all owned and drove full-size Dodge/Ram trucks. It was hard to determine by the sound of the engine who it was, my wife or Bethany and Riley. "Hey Mark, who do you think it is?" "Well, I bet that it's mom. Knowing the girls, if they are indeed shopping, there is no way they are home now." "I think you're right, but for the sport of it, I'll take that bet. I'll say it's the girls. ...