Note to readers: The story below and subsequent chapters involves open relationships between consenting adults, including incest. Everyone involved is 18 or older. If you don't enjoy stories that involve incest then you should probably find something else to read. Thanks to Daddysgirlfl for editorial support!
The New Neighborhood
Hi, my name is Tom, Tom Brostwin.
I'm 40 years old, 6'1", I workout to stay in shape, so I'm a strong lean 200 lbs.
My family consists of me and my 20 year old daughter Heather. I've been a widower and single parent since Heather was 12. Helen, her mother, and the love of my life, left our lives suddenly, 8 years ago, when her car skidded out of control in a blizzard.
Heather is a beautiful young woman with long blonde hair, electric blue eyes, and an ever-present smile. She is 5'6" tall, has luscious soft lips, 36C tits, a narrow waist, an amazing ass, and a cleanly shaved soft plump pussy that tastes like pineapple. It also swells and blossoms when she is aroused.
Heather tricked me into having sex with her when she turned 18, and since then we have been passionate lovers. Perhaps I'll write that story some day.
I've been blessed with a cock that most women consider "large". When fully erect, it is 8 inches long and nearly 2 inches in diameter. I believe that a healthy sex life is essential to the happiness of all humans. Heather feels the same, and she and I ensure each other's happiness whenever we can.
Here is a list of the four families in the neighborhood. It may help until you get to know them:
Howard, Hannah, Holly, Hugh
Paul, Kristen (Krissy), Patricia (Trixie), Dan
Tim, Melissa, Victoria (Tory), Rick
Keith, Suzie, Katherine(Kate), Sam
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The New Neighborhood - Chapter 6
Heather meets the son of a professor
As time went by there was great anticipation of Hugh's friends all turning 18. They all have summer birthdays, so a decision was made to have a joint celebration in August, when Dan, the son of Paul and Kristen, the brother of Patricia (aka Trixie) and the youngest of the group would turn 18.
Meanwhile, in early May, Heather called.
"Hi daddy, I met a boy, and I think he's special," she chirped.
"That's great Noodle!" I replied, feeling both excited for her, and a sense of loss.
"He's the son of a professor, and I'd like to invite them both over for lunch, and a pool party on Saturday."
"OK, I'd love to meet them," I assured her.
"I love you Daddy!"
"I love you too baby!" And the call ended
I could never say no to Heather. There was something about this luncheon that didn't seem quite right. Why would she want me to meet this young man, and his father? But sometimes in life it is better to just let a surprise be a surprise.
As I thought about it longer, I realized that Heather never actually mentioned the gender of the professor, but I quickly let that go.
On Friday night Heather came home to help me prepare for our guests. I was naked when she arrived, and Heather shed her clothes quickly after her arrival.
After giving each other a big hug and a kiss, I had to ask, "So, how did you meet this special boy?"
"Are you jealous daddy?"
"No, I've always hoped that you would find someone. I'm just curious," I replied.
"His name is Mike, and he's in my psych. class. We just started talking to each other after class one day. He seems so mature, and we began to seek each other out, for a cup of coffee, and to eat together in the cafeteria," she continued.
"Have you slept with him yet?"
"No," she sighed. "He compliments me on my looks and personality, but hasn't made a move to even kiss me."
"So why did you invite him here?"
"As we talked, I found out that his mother is a professor of English lit. at the University. He lives in a dorm but they have a house close to school, and he lost his father in a car accident about 10 years ago."
"Wow, that's quite a coincidence. Have you met her?"
"Yeah, just for coffee, at the local campus coffee shop, and I could tell that she is wicked smart," replied Heather.
In retrospect, I should have known that I was being set-up, that Heather was playing matchmaker, but it never occurred to me.
I was standing behind Heather, massaging her shoulders. I leaned down and kissed her on the neck. Heather turned in my arms, I lifted her, holding her body close to mine and kissed her passionately. Her soft lips met mine. Our tongues touched and she felt my cock twitch.
"Have you been getting enough action from the women in the neighborhood?" smiled Heather.
"No, I've been working hard, and working out, and saving myself for you!" I winked.
"Oh goodie!" She squirmed. "When we go to bed later, we can make love, and you can empty your balls into my tight little pussy! MMMMMMM I love drifting off to sleep with a cunt full of cum!" She giggled.
The night went as Heather had planned. Saturday morning, we dressed casually, and around 10:00, Mike and the professor, his mother, arrived.
Mike is a tall athletic handsome boy with dark wavy hair.
"Dad, this is Mike and his mother Molly Townsend," introduced Heather
"Hi Mike", I greeted him and shook his hand.
"Welcome Molly", I smiled as I tried to hide my shock at her appearance.
Molly moved closer, "I'm a hugger," she smiled, as she wrapped her arms around me, pressed her body to mine as I did the same. I felt her energy flowing into me. And I later learned that she felt mine as well.
She stepped back and smiled. "Thank you for inviting us," she replied with a soothing, powerful and confident voice.
Molly is about 5'6" with long wavy black hair, sparkling blue eyes, naturally rosy lips, and an engaging smile. It was hard to imagine that she was even 30.
"Yes, thank you Mr Brostwin", said Mike.
"Please call me Tom," I replied to Mike, with a smile, while looking into Molly's eyes.
"Did you bring your bathing suits?" Asked Heather.
