Hot Day and Hot Nights on Cape Bonita. I Sleep with Mom
By
Rob McCall IV
This is a multi-part story of a young man's life and the joys of his adopted family. Time may jump a bit within the story. I suggest you consider reading the prior parts first.
All persons depicted in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age and consenting adults.
© 2022 RMcCIV
Some consider my home, Cape Bonita, a paradise on earth. I don't know if that is true, but it is for me in many ways. It's still a village of mostly friendly folks who look out for one another, still have manners, and care for each other. Rare in this polarized age where so many seem angry all the time. Sure we have problems like any bustling town, but the town supported the local stores, the neighborhoods were stable and friendly, and our parks and natural attractions are second to none. At least, in my opinion. Like many tourist towns across the world, Cape Bonita took a hit during the height of the pandemic, but things were bouncing back now. Jobs were returning along with happiness. There's a bounce in the step of the folks that had been sadly missing for a while.
There is something about the feeling of peace you get when coming home to the place you love, and that is why I was riding my bicycle along some of my favorite routes attempting to mull things over and clear my mind about the unexpected events of the last day. I rode along for a while, looking at the palm trees and the ocean and the flowers, and then headed up into the hills to smell the pines and enjoy how the light filtered through the trees as I weaved through the patterns of the shadows and the sun created by the leaves and branches as I thought things over.
I was seeking a spot where I could stop, sit on a hill, look out at the town and the ocean, and contemplate. Fortunately, I was in shape and was riding a 10-speed because I started going up a 7 percent grade seeking higher ground until I finally found the spot. I'd been there many times before. It was a patch of meadow high in the hills with a 180-degree view of my world below.
The trick of course, was to avoid the poison ivy while climbing up there. It was everywhere, and you had to keep your eyes open for the distinct three-leaf pattern connected to a single stem. I learned my lesson the hard way while in the scouts. On a hike, a bunch of us climbed down a creek bank to pee. Little did I know I had poison ivy oils on my hands from the bushes as I held my cock to aim. It was a week of blistering pain across my genitals, laying in bed unable to wear any clothing that taught me that lesson. I still have a scar on the underside of my dick from the blisters. One of those things that you only do once in life!
I was sitting in my spot, looking out at the beauty of Cape Bonita beneath me, watching the waves breaking with the surfers riding them, and thinking deeply about my life and the direction it seemed to be suddenly going. I looked up at the clouds and thought about Andi.
My sister told me she loved me and jerked me off to orgasm as she did. In a moment of weakness, I told her I loved her too. Why did I say, "I loved you too?" Was that wrong? Do I actually love her? My sister! Maybe. I think I might. I did not know. But I knew this when I saw her, thought of her, worked out together, or passed each other in our PJs. I wanted to have her.
Was that love? Was it lust? Or was it immoral and sick? I didn't know, but I knew I needed to possess Andi and fuck her. I mean, really fuck her for hours. It felt natural and right to me.
Then my younger sister approached me unexpectedly with sexual advances and invited me into her bed, and I think, to take her virginity! Was it merely an intellectual exercise for her, or was she actually hot for me? There is no denying under those baggy clothes, Jess was hot. I mean, my computer geek sister, when she shed her armor of baggy sweatshirt and pants and got naked, was the hottest girl I had ever seen. And that included Andi, Kim, and all of the others at school. What do I do with that?
I was thinking we needed to help nudge her out of her shell first and, at least, dress more fashionably, get out of the house and embrace life. At the very least, go out for a cup of coffee or an espresso. Yes, that seemed like the next step. And it seemed like a good joint project for Andi and me. It was mind-blowing. The computer geek was the hottest of them all.
She needed to get her hair styled and probably get waxed downstairs... It would be Andi's job to line that up.
And then there was Kim. Forget the others I had bedded at school. Kim was the one for me. Growing up in Cape Bonita, I never expected to fly over to the other side of the country and fall for an Asian girl, but I did. She smelled differently, and when I ate her, she tasted differently. There was a honeyed sweetness to her juices, and those slightly purple nipples got me hard merely thinking about them. And she was ravenous for my BWC and wanted me constantly. Kim was perfection in every way imaginable, even though I had yet to take her ass. I had no idea what to do with that since it seemed that my sister, Andi, was also perfection in every way imaginable.
I missed Kim, and we texted often. Yes, we had an agreement of non-exclusivity - which is appropriate for two college sophomores exploring life's experiences, but I couldn't deny the connection.
And then there was Margie. My mom. Being my dad's widow and my surrogate mother, the last thing I expected from her was sexual desire and an open invitation.
Yet, her large 36D boobs and dynamite ass, her sultriness, and voluptuous sexuality were ripe and ready for the taking. Margie was low-lying fruit on the sexual tree, eager to be plucked. It was impossible for me to compare her to Andi, Jess, or Kim.
How do you compare an incomparably attractive woman in her most seductive years to a young girl just exploring her sexuality? Isn't that a bit unfair? I mean, like comparing Marilyn Monroe or Elizabeth Taylor at the peak of their powers to a hot, up-and-coming starlet. They are all hot, but as a man, who wouldn't have picked Marilyn over the starlet?
So far, this trip home was not unfolding the way I expected.
Chapter 2
I thought back to last night. My mom standing in front of me and saying, "I'm sorry Johnny, it is terribly wrong, but I spend my entire day thinking about you inside me. I use a dildo that is the same size as your dad and you every night to masturbate. Johnny, I am lonely, miserable, and I need you." And she chugged the rest of her drink.
"Will you please take me upstairs and fuck me?"
And Margie stood up, grabbed my hand, and led me to her bedroom; undressed and stood before me naked with her large 36D boobs and dynamite ass. Hazel came to mind, but Margie was hotter.
She had surprisingly firm breasts for her age and being a mother of two. Large, well-rounded, sitting high on her chest. She was aroused, and her nipples were already at attention, surrounded by pink areolas that were excited and tightening up.
"Take off your clothes. I want to see you."
I hesitated.
