Interview from ‘Extraordinary Stories’ Magazine, Issue 34, March 1979 (continued)
So there I was, a man amongst men, best friend to the world's greatest inventor and first person to ever travel through time and what did that all get me? I was trapped in the past for twenty four hours, in the body of my mother and unless I wanted to possibly erase myself from history I was going to half to have sex with my own dad tonight in order to avoid a time paradox!
Let me tell you something, if you think time travel sounded like a head trip, you can’t even begin to imagine what it was like having to get dressed for the first time as a woman, who just so happened to also be my mom! Every time I happened to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror I felt like I was going to puke, because this young, attractive lady staring back at me was not only the same one who had given birth to me, but she was me! I could feel the heavyweight of her breasts and the way her hair fell around her shoulders. When I frowned, it was like being a kid again being caught with my hand in the cookie jar, but at the same time I knew every twitch and movement of that familiar face was under my control.
My day didn’t get much better when I headed down stairs and ran into my grandparents who scolded me for not dressing properly for ‘a young woman’ and made me go back and do it all again just to avoid getting grounded. It was humiliating, emasculating and like I said, surreal, but what other choice did I have? As much as I didn’t want to think about the incestuous date I had planned for that evening, getting grounded would certinly doom me to whatever horrible fate non existence would bring.
The whole experience had been so disorientating that by the time I finally was allowed out of the house, I was nearly too thrown off to even really appreciate how different the world was. The street I had seen every Christmas during family visits seemed so fresh and vibrant compared to the dreary, iced over place I remembered from my childhood, yet could anyone blame me for my head not being in the right place to appreciate that? The only thing I wanted at that moment was to get this day over with as fast as humanly possible.
Luckily for me, I actually had an idea how to do that. See something else about my friend Dave I didn’t mention before was how we had first gotten to know each other. Back in the day, specifically back in the day I was currently living, my parents and Dave’s had gone to school together, graduating in the same class and remaining friends afterwards. When my parents had had me, Dave’s had help to look after me so they didn’t have to rely on my grand parents for help, who were pretty fucking pissed by the whole situation. Then, a few years later when they had decided they wanted a kid of their own, my folks returned the favor, so me and Dave ended up pretty much literally growing up together.
Now I know what you're thinking, what does any of THAT have to do with getting through the day faster? Well, thanks to growing up around Dave’s folks I had heard a lot of stories about the crazy shit his dad used to get up to before he settled down with his mom. Dave’s old man was this total rebel, drinking and smoking pot and basically telling society to go fuck itself! He didn’t give a shit about anyone's rules or expectations, but he was always a solid bro to his pals, of which my mom was one.
So, knowing from stories both of our folks used to tell about that night I knew that Dave’s old man would be getting smashed both before and after the big prom and that he would be real free with his booze to anyone who asked nice.
Hey! If you knew you had to fuck your own dad in about twelve hours, you would get loaded too! Hell I bet if anyone of the guys in your readership had to fuck a dude full stop, they would want to get plastered as well so they wouldn’t have to remember it the day aftre… Or the night of for that matter. So don’t you judge me! I get enough of that already from… Well I’ll get there soon enough.
Anyway where was I? Prom night? Okay...
So that whole night was a blur, obviously. I was near passing out by the time I left Dave’s grandparents place with his dad and while the amount of alcohol we drank is also sort of hazy, it was probably a lot more than my mom’s body was equipped to deal with at that point. I might have… Forgot I was almost a foot shorter and about a hundred pounds lighter. Still, despite that we actually DID make it to prom and I was handed off to my dad who didn’t look much more happy to see me then I was to see him.
I guess we had a fight at some point in the evening… Like I said that whole night is sort of a mess of lost memories and hazy confusion. I’m pretty sure that was after we had danced, but before someone else got into a shouting match, cus it was after that big blow up that I remember getting grabbed and dragged back to my dad's car.
Even as drunk as I was, I still understood something had gone wrong and my dad was FURIOUS! He was hunched over the wheel and growling a string of curses about how his ‘friend’s’ had no respect for him. I guessed at that point that he was still upset at Dave’s dad getting me hammered, since he seemed more mad about whatever the fight had been about then at me. Whatever the reason for the argument had been, it was obvious all the romance had been sucked out of the air.
The seriousness of the situation really didn’t hammer home though until my dad pulled up in front of my grandparents house and opened the door. THAT was when it hit me that things had gotten so bad that he wasn’t even going to give me a good night kiss, let alone a life giving dick!
Instantly my brain went into survival mode, knowing everything was now riding on this one moment and so without thinking I blurted out the only thing I could.
“Lets fuck!”
My dad’s face was a mask of shock in the darkness and I could almost feel him pulling away as he tried to process the forwardness of my request. He began to say something about the night having been weird and not wanting to do something I would regret, but in that moment the only possible thing I would regret was dropping the ball now and screwing up everything forever. So before he could finish his half hearted protestations I ducked my head under his arm, unzipped his fly and pulled his already hardening dick into my mouth with a forcefulness that left no room for argument. I gave him three long sucks and one lingering lick which almost caused me to throw up the belly full of beer I had chugged earlier, but which I still somehow managed to pull off without gagging and then gave him my best sultry wink.
“You want to finish?” I asked, trying to ignore the taste of another man's pre on my lips. He nodded mutely and I gave him another wink. “Then you're gonna have to finish inside.”
“Your mouth?” He asked, face flushing bright as a tomato.
“Nope.” I whispered and lifted up my skirt to reveal that I had deliberately not bothered to put on panties. “What do you say?”
He didn’t actually say anything, but the speed with which he headed out of my grandparents driveway and sped off in the direction of the nearest cheap motel was answer enough. The evening might not have gone the same way as it had in the stories, but in the end it was going to resolve in the same place. More or less.
I must have been fading again, because my next clear memory was of rough hands pulling off my dress as I awkwardly pulled my bra up and flopped onto a bed which felt much more comfortable than it probably was. My body must have gone into sort of an autopilot mode by then because despite how repugnant the idea of the act was still, the feelings that raced through my body as he pulled me up onto his dick and began to thrust was mind blowing! I don’t know if that old legend about women’s orgasms being stronger than mens is true or if it was just that the whole thing was so unique and outside anything I had felt before or maybe even just that the day had been so shitty that I needed SOMETHING to feel good, but I practically melted as he pumped me.
I’m ashamed to admit that I did… Climax more then once, including when I felt his dick twitch inside of me and begin shooting load after load of hot cum straight into my waiting womb. I want to say it was just relief at actually having pulled it all off despite everything, but honestly I think my mother's body was just wired to love that sort of attention. That would certainly explain why I had so many brothers and sisters.
After that I passed out again, for good this time, content in the knowledge that I had saved the future and would wake again in my old body.
Obviously the fact that we are talking here and now means that didn’t happen.
Turns out getting shitfaced before trying to bang my dad had been a pretty stupid move since it meant I missed out on some critical details that only became clear when it was already too late. Like the fact that the argument was between my dad and Dave’s over him getting me drunk and my dad thinking we were cheating on him. Then the fact that it had been Dave’s dad and not mine who had taken me home after my dad had more or less broken up with me in front of the whole school.
Ya… Also turns out my ‘future saving’ motel roll in the hay had ACTUALLY been a rebound hook up with his best friend and now he hated BOTH of us, along with Dave’s mom who wasn’t all that happy about her big crush sleeping with her best friend. So my dad thought I was a cheater, Dave’s mom thought I was a man stealer and Dave’s dad felt like he had no choice, but to marry me after it turned out at least ONE part of the plan had worked...
It’s been a couple of years since then and despite my best efforts to try and mend fences and get history back on track, nothing has worked. My dad and my… My husband have never forgiven one another and Dave’s mom slapped me when I tried to tell her the truth of what had happened, thinking I was just trying to worm out of my actions with a crazy story. It didn’t help that by the time she was ready to even talk to me, I was already starting to really show signs of being pregnant and carrying her beloved crushes child didn’t win me any brownie points.
Since then I have been trying another angle, naming our son Dave and encouraging him to go into the sciences, but I don’t think it's working. His dad is the same as my old friend, but I don’t think the combination of him and me is really the right recipe for making a super genius.
And that’s my story. I’m trapped in the past, I’ve already had a second child and I’m starting to worry that I’m really not ever going to fix this and turn back… Hopefully one of your readers might be able to prove me wrong, but it's a long shot.
Now if you’ll excuse me, today is our anniversary so I need to get dinner ready. Tonight we are going to try for child number three. Maybe third times the charm?
Wish me luck!
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