Anything The Heart Wants - Part 4
Hot Day and Hot Nights on Cape Bonita. Home beckons
By
Rob McCall IV
This is a multi-part story of a young man's life and the joys of his adopted family. It begins in Incest/Taboo and may travel to other categories within each story, but will return to I/T if you stay with it. Time may jump a bit. I suggest you consider reading the prior parts first. I'd appreciate your support since I know I am switching around categories within each story. I intend to be 100% back in I/T and Cape Bonita in the next chapter.
All persons depicted in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age and consenting adults.
© 2022 RMcCIV
I woke up in the morning in Kim's bed with her soft body in my arms. It was the best night's sleep I'd had in a long time, and her sweet smelling, tender flesh cuddling into me while she was still dreaming was as peaceful a moment as I had had in years.
I laid there with my head on the pillow and Kim's head buried in my chest, and for some reason, it reminded me of my mom. I had a fleeting remembrance of being young and mom putting me to bed as I scrunched myself into her the way Kim was burying herself into me.
My memories of my mom are ephemeral. Sometimes, I think they aren't actually memories but snapshots or pictures I'd seen over the years.
I remember her teaching me how to fry an egg and her laugh. I remember her dressing me for the first day of nursery school. I remember riding in the grocery cart and her yelling at the manager. The first time I can see her angry. People remember stronger emotions. Also the holiday memories, birthday memories, the first time at Disney World, the first day of kindergarten, and her funeral.
That was a memory I would remember forever. It is seared in my brain, but the others had gotten lost in time. Were they memories, or were they pictures making me think they were? My memories took a life of their own. My scattered few with mom. So many when I was scared or needy, dad provided his strong, safe emotional support for me. Later, a few times when we were kids, either Andi or Jess had nightmares and came running to me for support as big brother to simply hold them through their fears.
And, of course, Brownie. Who never left me and was the best friend a guy could ever have. Funny, I was lying there with Kim, a young woman who had just taken my emotional virginity, and we had spent the entire night making love four times, and the next morning I was missing my dog. Strange, my thoughts were localized on Brownie, the essence of unconditional love, at that moment.
But I guess that is why we love our dogs because they love us unconditionally, and at that moment, I realized I was feeling raw, and for the first time in years, emotionally exposed.
I missed my home. It struck me. I was homesick and missed Margie, Andi, and Jess. Three women needed me at home, and I needed them.
I laid there with Kim in my arms, thinking about that. Thinking about my mom and home. It was confusing. The long lost memories of my late mother somehow mixed with the passion and lust I felt for Kim. With Kim in my arms and thinking about my mom, I popped one of the largest, most rigid erections of my life. And then my thoughts shifted to my new mom, Margie, and what her large, soft breasts and womanly ass would feel like against me, how it would feel to be inside her and shooting my cream in her as dad did. I shuddered. The thought was weird and unnatural. I didn't know where it came from, but it got me hornier than any other thought I have ever had. I dismissed it as the horniness of morning wood and having Kim in my arms encouraging it.
We started spooning. I was still half-asleep, and my erection was pressed between the cheeks of her ass which had widened and given my large cock a place to snuggle into. I could feel my dick rubbing on her damp pussy and her tempting asshole.
Kim slowly started moving, rubbing herself against my shaft and making small circles with her pert ass. Then, after a while, her movements became more pronounced, and I realized she was quietly fingering herself, lightly rolling her delicate fingertips around her clit. In natural rhythm with her motion, I had started thrusting lightly, my cock slipping in and out of her ass cheeks, when I heard a quiet moan.
I whispered in her ear, "Here, let me help," and slid my hand down to her crotch over hers. I took command and started guiding her fingers, and we began to masturbate her together. Her breathing became deeper and faster, and I could feel her chest swell against me with each inhale. She was now pounding her ass into me and came in a rush clamping our hands down onto her pussy and holding them there as she trembled and shuddered from her orgasm. It was hot, and I'm sure she woke up roommates with her screaming. I held her with her ass pressed against my hardness, her juices leaking out onto my crotch and thighs as she quieted down.
But my cock was still hard and throbbing, and I moved it over so that the head was touching the entrance to her sweet pussy. Kim pushed into me, allowing my swollen head to enter her a fraction of an inch, her lips wrapped tightly just under the ridge and caressing my sensitive frenulum. I pressed forward some more and pushed into her warm cavern until I was balls deep, the oversized head of my cock stretching her as I did.
"You're so tight I can't stand it."
"Then I suggest you start to fuck me," said Kim with a slight laugh.
I slowly pulled out of Kim's quivering pussy and thrust back in, and started to fuck her, gradually building up the tempo, shoving my long cock all the way to the bottom and pulling out again as Kim's juices were seeping over me, streaming down my balls and thighs. I wondered if this is what it would feel like to be inside of my stepmom, Margie. I wondered if her pussy felt the same or being older and given birth, it felt different. Kim moaned again, driving those thoughts from me. Her snug pussy was clenching my hard shaft like a vice, and I started to cum. Right on cue, Kim also started to cum, and we actually had a simultaneous orgasm as I shot my hot cream into her pulsating vagina.
Considering how many times we had fucked during the night, I was surprised by the size of my load. We stayed joined together, savoring the moment. Getting ready for class later, it was nice having someone wash my back in the shower.
Chapter 2
One year later, it was the beginning of November, and I'd been a college man for over a year as I was walking across the quad to the student center. Unlike some older "Ivy" colleges, our student center was a complex of well designed buildings, each with a purpose from food court, bookstore, student health, and student union. All courtesy of my friend Donny Kent's family.
I looked down at the calendar on my phone and confirmed that, yes, I was locked in for the BBQ at the Kents' beachfront mansion on Sunday when it pinged with a message from Andi with an attachment. I excitedly assumed it would be a pic of her birthday celebration. She was 19 years old now. Instead, it opened to a full-on shot of Andi's naked pussy.
She had put her phone between her wide-open thighs and was parting her lips with her fingers, revealing the glistening pink skin of her pussy framed by her delicate lips and aroused outer labia. She was cleanly shaved, and I could see that her clit was erect and enlarged as if she had been bating before taking the pic, causing her wetness to travel down her taint and pool upon her puckered rosebud.
I couldn't help myself and kept staring at it. The natural juices inside, the invitation for pleasure that her openness promised. I had to sit down to hide my growing erection. I urgently sent her a text. "Err, Andi, was this meant for me?"
