"Wow," my 20 year old daughter Ryder gasped as she leered out the window of the dining-room. "The new neighbor is hot."
I sipped my coffee and thought nothing of my daughter's age-appropriate comment. Ryder was a bit boy-crazy, which was normal for a girl her age and health. Honestly, I was more worried for the boys she got her claws in than I was for her. My little firecracker was a hot, sexy, smoking heartbreaker who was only in it for the cock, just like her mother had been at her age before I claimed her. Ryder looked just like her mother as well. Short brunette hair, fit, buxom, with thick muscular thighs and a rather pronounced bubble-butt. She was dressed skimpy because of the hot summer weather, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of shorts and a midriff revealing crop-top. Her shorts were so tight around her juicy buttocks that the bottom of each cheek showed, and she wasn't wearing a bra, so her nipples poked through her shirt like iron-studs. Perhaps I was admiring my daughter's body a bit too closely, but it was hard not to. Even as a tomboy, Ryder was a 10 out of 10.
"Mmmm. He's dreamy," my 18 year old daughter Ripley agreed.
That worried me a bit. Ripley was only a year and a half younger than her big sister, but she was very much the 'baby' of the family. She still looked like a baby too. So petite, sweet, cute and adorable. She dressed like a little girl as well, wearing a pink flower-print dress. She wasn't a baby anymore though, as much as her round cherubic face might imply. Her breasts were getting bigger by the day, and her curves were filling up. She would always be petite, but she was going to be a curvy and petite pretty soon. Her twin brother Ryland was just petite.
Ryland leered out the window as well, but said nothing. He blushed a little when he saw whoever it was that Ryder and Ripley were wetting their panties over. I wasn't worried that Ryland was gay though. The little horndog had a stash of porn on his computer that could fill up a library. His mother and I acted like we didn't know about it, but we did, an we knew that he would masturbate all hours of the day if he could sneak away to do it. Ryland was a lot like his twin sister, petite and cute, perhaps a little too cute. Up until a few years ago most people would mistake him for being a girl, partly because he looked so much like Ripley. I honestly don't understand how he didn't inherit any of my genes. I had been twice his size at his age, and could even grow a full beard. I was also fucking a dozen different women when I was 18, including the kids' mother, my goddess Rebecca.
"Goddamn," my goddess gasped in her deep luxurious voice as she also looked out the window. "He is fucking hot."
"Language," I grumbled, but I knew Rebecca didn't care. She had always possessed a filthy mouth, which was fine by me. That filthy mouth of her's could suck a cock like a succubus, which was part of the reason why I married her. That, and the fact I knocked her up when she was 18.
Rebecca had been the hottest piece of ass in town when I fucked her behind her boyfriend's back and impregnated her with Ryder. She was still hot now, probably the hottest milf in the neighborhood other than Arianne Leblanc, who was like Marilyn Monroe but with bigger tits and an even looser pussy. Rebecca was my kind of woman though. Big ass, big-ass tits, narrow waist, firm thighs, puffy cock-sucking lips, short brown hair. She wasn't as tight and athletically built as she had once been, back when she played track-and-field in high school, but for a women who had pushed out three kids she was still in incredible shape. We both were. We were more dedicated to our gym memberships than to her kids (only kind of kidding), and we ran together almost everyday.
My marriage with Rebecca was tight. We were honest about everything, we were frank about our desires, we fucked constantly, and we didn't get jealous. She forgave me for my three or four indiscretions I had with some of Ryder's friends (I couldn't pass up the chance of popping some ripe 18 year old's cherry, even if she was a girl I use to babysit when she was in kindergarden), and I didn't mind it when Rebecca occasionaly fucked some young black stud at the gym. She wasn't 18 anymore, so she couldn't fulfill my need for young pussy. I wasn't black, so I couldn't fulfill her need for black cock. For that reason, we let each other satisfy our needs on occasion, so long as we talked about it first. We didn't shame each other's' kinks, instead we embraced them.
Still, I couldn't help but look over my shoulder at the new neighbor.
Shit. The family was right. He was a stud.
The young man moving in next door looked like the perfect fusion of boy-band good-looks and masculine muscle. His face was strong and smooth, almost angelic, but with a devilish cockiness. His hair was black, cut very short, and he had starkly blue eyes. He was slightly tanned, and his skin rippled with more muscles than I could count. His six-pack abs were more like an eight-pack. He was only a little bulky though. His muscle was lean and cut, like a runner's, not a roided out bodybuilder. The only thing he had one were a pair of loose basketball shorts, and unless he was carrying a big bundle of bananas in the front pocket, I had to assume that he had a huge cock. A really, really . . . REALLY huge cock.
The new stud on the block was with a couple of his buddies, also good looking boys, but not like him. The alpha stood out from the pack. They were moving furniture into the small house next to ours.
"I'm gonna go introduce myself," Ryder suggested, sounding hot and heavy. "You know. Welcome him to the neighborhood."
"Welcome him to your tight teenage pussy, more like," Rebecca laughed at her eldest daughter.
"Mooooommmmm," Ryland groaned, embarrassed by his mother's vulgarity. I don't know why he wasn't use to it by now. Rebecca was the most shameless and sexual woman I had ever met, and she was very open to the kids getting laid. She even gave Ryland a box of condoms for his 18th birthday, not that he'd probably use them anytime soon.
"I wanna say hi to him too," Ripley pleaded, dancing around on her little feet like she needed to pee. "Can I come with?"
Ryder snorted. "Sure, baby-doll. Let's go meet the new boy."
Ryder took her little sister by the hand and the two strutted outside. I thought about suggesting to Ryder that she put on a bra at least, but decided against it. I didn't want to be a stereotypical overprotective lame dad. I had spent my whole fatherhood avoiding that, and it would have been hypocritical coming from me. I've literally fucked about a third of Ryder's friends, including a sexy little asian named Michelle Lee, who I used to babysit back when she and Ryder were in kindergarten together. Popping that Chinese cherry was one of the crowning moments of my life, but it became a huge sore spot between Ryder and me. I think she and Michelle must have had some bisexual friendship thing going on, because Ryder usually didn't get mad when I fucked her classmates.
As I fondly remembered deflowering Michelle Lee, I think my wife read my mind. She smiled at me.
"What do you say, stud?" Rebecca asked me. "You're not at all threatened by the new beef on the block?"
"Ryder can handle herself," I said.
"I'm not talking about Ryder," Rebecca said with a playful sneer. "You know, hard young bucks like that are the favorite prey of cougars, and I'm feeling like a hunt."
"You want my permission to fuck him?" I asked.
"We could consider it my birthday present," Rebecca laughed, only half-jokingly.
