Loud noises

Collin eventually got up. He wanted to storm into Kayla's room and throw the little guy out. He was certain that if it came down to it, he'd snap Danny like a twig. He was a shrimp, skinny and short! But then, when he actually thought of throwing Danny out, he suddenly was filled with a hot searing sense of shame. The guy had nowhere else to go. They couldn't kick him out.

No, we definitely could kick ...

No, they couldn't kick him out. The shame would be unbearable. He hated the thought of this Danny staying with them, but he hated the idea of kicking him out even worse. And he couldn't be violent to him either. Maybe he'd just have to set some ground rules. They were all adults and they could reasonable about this. His daughter was a grown woman, she could have her boyfriend stay the night, but they would have to keep bedroom activities to the bedroom. No more of this PDA stuff. Yes, that seemed reasonable. They could all agree on that.

He started walking upstairs to Kayla's room.

The door was wide open, and Kayla was kneeling before Danny, with his dick between her breasts. It was the largest, thickest, hardest dick that Collin had ever seen. Even in pornos. Insecure men liked to brag about their dick size, but no one actually has an eleven or twelve inch dick, not in reality. Take a look at a ruler and then imagine that going into someone.

It barely looked real. Collin stood there agag. His mouth seemed disconnected from his brain. What do you even say to that? Kayla got up and turned around and bent over at the waist. Danny smirked and lined himself behind Kayla. That's when he noticed Collin out of the corner of his eye. "You gonna join in? My babygirl's got her mouth free, Collin." Kayla smiled and giggled at that. Danny rammed into her, and she gasped and cooed.

Collin was taken aback. He tried to raise his fist or something. Slap the shit outta Danny. This was unacceptable! He was - He was... he couldn't be violent to Danny, he realized.

Danny snapped his fingers twice, "Listen, daddy-o, if you're not going to join, scurry off to bed. You're cramping my style."

Collin turned on his heel and continued down the hall to the master bedroom. He tried not to think about his raging hard-on. He showered silently, shaved, brushed his teeth and got into bed and stared up at the ceiling. He tried not to think about what he saw. Eventually, his beautiful Mexican wife joined him in bed. She seemed to drift to sleep almost instantly.

The moans started. Then they morphed into screams and shouts. Kayla begging him to keep going. Surprisingly, Danny didn't seem to make a noise. He must have been methodically but savagely pumping away at Collin's youngest daughter. Why was that making Collin hard?

Collin tried to block out the sound with scrunching his pillow around his ears. It didn't really help.

Eventually, the sounds from Kayla's room died down and Collin drifted off to sleep. He wasn't sure which happened first. What he was certain is that his dreams that night were unlike any he had in the last twenty years.

The dream focused on a woman. She was dressed provocatively. No, she was dressed like a whore, that was the truth. She was wearing a strapless latex halter top and a skirt that was way too short. It showed the bottom of her ass. She was also wearing knee-high latex boots. She was dressed like a whore.

She had distinctively copper red hair. Just like Melissa... But no, she was older than his middle daughter. Collin realized that he was staring at his ex-wife, Heather. Before she left him, she made a distinctive effort to go to the gym more and more. She lost all the extra pounds from having kids. Collin was afraid that she was cheating on him but she seemed to genuinely enjoy the effort and strain of losing weight. Why was he dreaming of his ex-wife in slut gear?

There were men around her; two of them standing on either side of Heather. She smiled broadly and enthusiastically at Collin, though it was like he wasn't there. She wasn't mocking him, she seemed happy at what she was doing. She sank to her knees, which clearly showed that she wasn't wearing panties underneath her skirt. Why? Why? WHY? Why was he dreaming this? He could feel his erection throb beneath him.

Heather lowered the shorts of both of the young men in front of him. Their schlongs were long and hard, though still smaller than Danny's. There was gentle pressure on Collin's own penis.

He woke with a start. This was one HELL of a wake-up. His hard penis was being sucked on by his second wife, his current wife. Illeana never did stuff like this! It was only the confusion of sleep that he barely made a noise when he woke up. "Illeana, what the hell are you doing?" he whispered frantically.

"I woke up early, and realized that we didn't do anything for your birthday, daddy," she said, withdrawing his penis from her mouth, but still gently stroking it with her left hand.

"Well, yeah, but... Danny and Kayla, that whole thing," he tried to pull himself away from her, but she kept a firm grasp on his shaft.

"They're adults, we can't change everything about how we live our lives just because your daughter has a boyfriend," Illeana said patiently, much too patiently. She put her mouth back on it. Collin tried to see reason on that. Yes, Illeana had never woken him up quite this way, but if he thought back on it, she did actually blow him pretty regularly, and blowjobs on his birthday were a thing. Just like he'd eat her out on her birthday.

"We've got to do something about Danny," he said weakly, and then put a hand on the back of his wife's head. They didn't have to do anything about Danny right this second, he decided.