Chapter 2

Saturday unfolded much as the previous one, with Mom and I tackling our weekly chores. On Sunday, Mom adamantly insisted that we spend more time outdoors, so we ventured out for a hike on the conservatory grounds. We briskly walked for several hours covering the expansive amount of trails in the park. It was a beautiful day and we frequently stopped to immerse ourselves in the scenic beauty of the fall colors.

Our journey ended up in one of the large greenhouses adjacent to a quaint restaurant. We claimed a table and treated ourselves to a hearty meal after the exhausting day. That evening, after our showers, Mom once again leaned against me and dozed off, providing me with a view of the insides of her breasts.

While we cuddled, my mind drifted to Melissa. I wondered what had become of her and why it was important for her to bear a child. If my future mom returned, I vowed to pry some information from her. With my attention fixated on my time with Melissa, I didn’t notice that Mom had awakened. She rose and pulled me up for a hug. I hugged her tighter than normal, feeling her soft breasts squash out on my chest. She didn’t object and when we parted, she pecked me lightly on the lips before retiring to her room.

My infatuation with my mother hadn’t deterred me one bit, even with my future mom matching me up with another woman. Maybe, that was her plan—to spur my interest in other women to allow my present-day mom to find a suitable partner.

Thursday night, I lay on my bed, the thin sheet covering my nude body. I surfed on my phone, awaiting the portal, in hopes of another motherly handjob. My heart skipped a beat when it appeared and Mom stepped out, adorned in the same blue gown my present-day mom had worn to dinner the week before.

Seeing my confused look, she explained, “Yes, dear. It’s the same one. I only wear it on special occasions. I understand that your mission last week was a success. Congratulations!”

“Thanks, but I have some questions. Why was it important for Melissa to bear a child and how did things turn out for her?”

“You know I can’t divulge too much information,” Mom scolded me, her frown furrowed. “I can assure you that her baby played an important role in the course of history, even if Melissa wasn’t around to enjoy her child’s upbringing.”

Her answer only created more questions, but before I could continue, she inched closer. My eyes locked onto her cleavage and stared in disbelief at how her breasts looked as smooth and full as the night in the restaurant. “You like staring at Mommy’s breasts, don’t you?” she asked, her voice laced with a sultry, husky tone.

I tried not to stare, but couldn’t take my eyes away. While my body remained frozen in place, my prick grew larger, the longer my gaze lingered.

“I think my boy deserves a reward after doing so well with last week’s assignment, don’t you?” she asked, her eyes flooded with lust.

My eyes met hers but quickly lowered when she inhaled deeply, puffing her chest out, stretching the material to reveal more of her mounded breasts. “Go ahead, sweetie, Move my dress to the side and look at what you’re always fantasizing about.”

I looked at her in disbelief. “Was she really permitting me to look at her breasts?” I asked myself. Her wide smile and eyes signaled her approval. As I sat upright, the sheet fell onto my groin.

As I lifted my hand to pull her dress to the side, she ordered, “Stop. Not with your hand. Use your mouth, sweetie, like you did as a baby. Find Mommy’s nipple and nurse from it.”

If this was a dream, it was a damn good one, I thought. I leaned closer to bury my face into the valley between her breasts. My tongue licked and savored her smooth flesh as the side of my face slid her dress further to the side. My prick throbbed when my mouth found her puffy areola. Swirling my tongue around her taut tip, my lips engulfed her nipple and sucked.

She groaned while I suckled from my mother’s tit. Her hand held my head in place while I feasted from her delightful tit. “That’s my baby,” Mom cooed. “You’ve earned it. Suck my tits, sweetie. Switch to the other one.”

Obediently, I kissed and licked my way to her other nipple, latching on and sucking as hard as the first one. My cock couldn’t be any harder and when I thought I might erupt without a stroke, she gently eased my head from her turgid tip. My eyes locked onto her bare tits, taking in the glory of her large, puffy nipples—exactly as I had envisioned them in my fantasies.

She gently pushed me onto my back and flipped the sheet off my body. My rock-hard prick sprung upright, its plum-shaped head shiny with pre-cum, still leaking from my slit. Her hand wrapped around it and stroked several times before she leaned over and croaked, “My turn to suck on a treat.”

Her hot mouth enveloped my head. Soon after, her tongue swished around the crown while she sucked and squeezed my bloated cockhead. Moving her hand lower to cup my balls, her mouth followed and descended my pole. She successfully swallowed my length as if she had practiced doing it forever. I felt my spongy tip bang against the back of her throat as she expertly mouth-fucked my cock.

“Jesus, Mom!” I exclaimed. “That feels so damn good. I can’t believe you’re sucking my prick.”

She answered with a moan while continuing to slide her mouth up and down my pole. The tips of her teeth gently scraped the sides of my shaft, exciting me to a euphoric high. Her hand squeezed my balls and I felt the tingling sensation of my sperm boiling in my balls, ready for ejection. “Mom! Watch out. I’m going to cum.”

Instead of releasing my cock to spray my cum onto my torso, she intensified her sucking. My hips rose and stiffened as my cock jerked and pulsed, filling my mother’s mouth with my ejaculate. She didn’t stop until my balls were completely drained and I began to soften. Releasing my limp dick, she sat upright and rearranged her dress, covering her tits.

“That was quite pleasant, dear, don’t you think?” she asked, her sexy smirk sending a chill down my spine.

“It was fantastic, Mom. I can’t believe you did that,” I gushed.

She smoothed out her gown and lamented, “Do you know why I still have this dress? I generally dislike wearing it.”

“No. You look fantastic in it, not only in my time but it still fits you perfectly,” I replied.

“Do you remember the night I wore it when we dined out at La Bella?” she asked. “I thought it would be a pleasant change to go out on the town and be treated as a desirable woman, but when you addressed me as your mother to the hostess, my heart broke. It wasn’t your fault and you didn’t mean to hurt me, but I decided I wouldn’t go through that pain again.”

My heart sank, realizing how much I had hurt my mother. “Damn. I can’t believe I was so thoughtless. I’m so sorry, Mom,” I apologized.

“It’s fine and I’m obviously over it or I wouldn’t have just sucked my son’s cock dry,” she replied, giggling. Her expression turned serious when she asked, “There’s another woman that requires impregnation in the past. Are you up for it?”

After the wonderful time with Melissa and Mom’s reward afterward, I couldn’t answer fast enough. “Of course,” I quipped. “Same time period and suit?”

“Different time,” she answered. “You’ll be wearing a suit, but it’ll be a Zorro outfit. The woman, who will be dressed as Catwoman, has just turned nineteen and feels frustrated, lacking a sense of direction. She’s horny and is in dire need of a strong man to tame her—you. She’s throwing a costume party at her house in hopes of quelling her horny condition. Tomorrow at ten. No names this time. See you next week, sweetie.” She vanished into the portal before I could ask any questions, but I figured she wouldn’t have answered them anyway.

The next night, I sat on my bed, wearing only underwear while I anxiously waited for the portal. I had foregone masturbating to ensure I had a big load for the woman in the past. My heart raced the moment before ten, and when it opened, I jumped in without hesitating.

Even though I appeared before a large house, no one was around to see me magically appear. My mask consisted of soft cloth, barely covering my eyes. The billowy silk shirt was a perfect fit, but I had to chuckle when I looked closely at my pants, which were actually tight, clinging leggings. My bulge stretched out the thin material, and even when I adjusted my prick, I couldn’t disguise it enough for my liking.

The sounds of chatter and music blared from the open windows. I hoped the distraction of a crowded venue would be enough to conceal the outline of my cock. Stepping into the house, my suspicions were confirmed when I saw the multitude of masked and costumed participants, crowded into the living room and kitchen.

I milled around, inspecting each costumed partygoer, in search of the Catwoman. I spotted a possible candidate, adorned in a tight, black latex costume along the far wall talking to Snow White. She faced away from me, preventing me from identifying the rest of her outfit. Her long brown hair was fashioned in a ponytail, fastened neatly by a tie at the nape of her neck.

Navigating my way through the crowd, my heart skipped a beat when I saw her from the front. When Mom described the woman as dressing like a Catwoman, I envisioned a version from the movies, but this was a full mask depicting an actual cat’s face, whiskers, and all. The mask coupled with the cute cat ears left no doubt that she was my intended target. Unsure of how to approach her, I noticed Snow White enjoying a drink while Catwoman was empty-handed.

Weaving through the crowd, I discovered a sizable table with two clam-shaped bowls sitting atop it. Next to one, a vodka bottle sat beside it, so I surmised the one with no bottle was straight punch, with no alcohol. Filling two cups from the untouched bowl, I cautiously sniffed it and took a quick sip, confirming it wasn’t spiked. Remembering that she wore a full mask, I grabbed a straw and stuck it in one of the cups.

As luck would have it, just as I neared the two women, Snow White excused herself and left. When Catwoman glanced around as if searching for someone else, I made my move and approached her, offering the cup in my hand. “Allow me to offer you some refreshment, my dear feline,” I said, extending the cup toward her.

She giggled and accepted my gift, raising it and sipping through the straw. Her petite hand felt my silky shirt and complimented me. Her mask muffled her voice but I could make out her saying, “Nice shirt.”

“Thanks,” I responded. My gaze traveled up and down her body, her costume sexily hugging her small frame. The absence of a bra was evident from her pointy tips outlined on her skin-tight outfit. My gaze lingered on her camel toe, the material cutting deep into her slot. Mom was right, this woman was horny and ready for anything.

Wondering why a man hadn’t already snatched her up, I scanned the room and noticed it was filled with mostly females. The few males in the room were occupied with scantily-clad girls. Turning my attention to the sexy cat, I got right to the point and blurted, “I must say, you’re the best-looking pussy here, tonight.” I blushed from my out-of-character boldness and wondered if it was over the top.

She responded by meowing like a cat. Her eyes drifted lower until they locked onto my stiffening prick. Her gaze excited me further, causing my lump of meat to jerk.

“Watch out, Kitty. Zorro’s sword might harm you,” I warned her.

Several more meows escaped from her mask while her hand ran across my thinly-covered prick. She squeezed it several times and purred, “Would you like to pet my kitty?”

She gripped my hand and led me down a hall, before entering her bedroom. After closing the door, she turned and slipped off her shoes. I reciprocated, removing my socks and shoes and after my shirt was discarded, she knelt, unzipped, and unbuckled me, yanking my pants down. She shoved her mask up just far enough to suck in the first several inches of my prick while her hand massaged my balls.

Her purring transitioned to moans as her head bobbed up and down my hard cock. With her free hand, she unzipped her skin-tight outfit and peeled it off while sucking my prick. She brought me up fast and I began to worry I wouldn’t get a chance to deposit a load of sperm in her. Gripping her ears, I yanked her off my cock.

Her mask remained on the top half of her face, revealing only her mouth. I pulled her up and tossed her light body onto the bed. My cock jerked with my first look at her sexy body. Her perky proud tits sat high upon her chest, heaving, while she widened her thin, alabaster-white legs, revealing her bald, swollen pussy. I kissed my way up one of her soft, fleshy thighs until my lips smashed against her slit. She shivered from the contact as I ran my tongue up and down her gooey groove.

Her hands gripped my head and pulled me into her steamy snatch. I lapped and licked her folds while she groaned and humped her pelvis into my face. I alternated between nibbling and chewing on her outer labia with my lips to darting my tongue and swirling it around her sensitive pussy lips. She panted and I glanced up to see her meaty mounds heaving as she gasped for air. Her creamy-smooth breasts were capped with puffy, brown nipples, rock-hard from excitement.

Her thighs squeezed the sides of my head and stiffened as her pussy quivered with a climax. I drank her sweet nectar and before her shaking stopped, I moved up to her uncovered, stiffened clit and encircled it with my lips. As I squeezed and licked her sensitive nub, I jammed three fingers deep into her spasming slot.

Her pussy contracted harder, spewing out more juice as another powerful orgasm consumed her body. My prick ached and throbbed for relief, begging to be buried in this young woman’s tight pussy. She must have read my mind as she pushed my head away.

Before I could crawl between her legs, she flipped over on all fours, sexily wiggling her ass, while spreading her legs. Her pussy lips, swollen and angry-red, beckoned for my mighty sword. My prick was already covered with pre-cum leaking from my slit and her pussy dripped with cum, but I still ran my head up and down her groove as if I was oiling up my rod. It felt too good not to and I wanted this moment to last.

When I shoved in an inch, she grunted and humped rearward to engulf more of my length. I thrust through her slick folds, separating her canal that contracted and resisted my entry. I slowly drilled my shaft deeper, savoring the feel of her wet, clinging walls. When my balls smashed against her mound, I pulled back and shoved back to the bottom. She yelped and groaned while I hammered her horny hole.

Her pussy contracted and coated my cock with her juices as she experienced multiple mini-orgasms. Her head rose off the bed while her hand reached around and grabbed her hair. Taking the hint, I leaned over, grabbed her ponytail, and pulled her head up as if she were a thoroughbred horse. In a way, she was—she was my mare and I was ready to breed her.

After she enjoyed another orgasm, I began to tire and knew I would soon explode. While holding her hair with one hand, I ran my other up her heaving chest and squeezed one of her hanging tits. My fingers pinched and squeezed her taut tip, causing her to scream with joy. I thrust deeply and when my first blob of cum hit the back of her pussy, her walls collapsed on my plunging prick. Each time my balls slammed against her pelvis, a thick blob of cum was deposited in her fertile pussy.

Her walls continued to spasm and convulse after my balls were drained. Holding her by the hips, I sank my prick to the bottom and left it buried to the hilt, plugging her hole to ensure my precious seed remained in her channel. We both panted, recovering from the workout. When I eased her limp body to the bed, she rolled to the side, and patted her hip, inviting me to spoon her.

I snuggled next to her soft body and caressed her body while we silently enjoyed the aftermath of our session. Thirty minutes later, the portal still hadn’t opened. Catwoman lay motionless, peacefully sleeping after our torrid lovemaking session. After an hour, my mind raced with the ramifications of being stranded in the past. It was obvious Catwoman expected this to be a spontaneous act and would probably not want me to hang around.

Since it appeared I was destined to remain, I decided to explore the beautiful woman beside me. I shifted backward and gently rolled her onto her back. Her fantastic tits slowly heaved up and down as she slept. I gently cupped and squeezed her mounds and knew I had to feast upon her nipples. When I leaned over, my lips gently wrapped around her nub. While I sucked and licked her tip, my breath shortened as my excitement rose.

A familiar scent flooded my senses—Mom’s natural essence. Exploring higher, I kissed my way up to her neck. I buried my face against her flesh and inhaled deeply. My heart raced as I rose and gently pulled her mask up, revealing her face—Mom’s face. It was a younger version of Mom, but most definitely her. Suddenly, it hit me—the portal had brought me back to impregnate my mother and since I was her only child, I had fathered myself.

My thoughts spun in endless circles, grappling with the unfathomable notion of paradoxical time travel. How could I be both the father and the son, existing in a loop that defied all logic? The intricacies of temporal travel stretched far beyond the limits of my comprehension, leaving me bewildered.

Looking at her beautiful face and knowing I had just fucked my mother, my cock sprung to life, filling with blood. I carefully replaced her mask so all but her mouth was covered. The eye holes were on her forehead, preventing her from seeing me. I crawled between her legs and gazed in awe at my mother’s nude body. My hands trembled while I stroked her legs, fulfilling years’ worth of desires. My fingertips glided across the soft texture of her flesh. After caressing her upper thighs for a few minutes, she groaned and widened her legs. Her pussy opened, causing my sperm to drool out and flow down to her rosebud.

Balancing on my knees, I inched closer, until my prick nudged against her outer lips. Her wide smile and moaning signaled that she had awakened and was enjoying my exploring hands, now cupping her breasts. “Fuck me again, please,” she pleaded, her voice distinctively Mom’s, eliminating any further doubt that this was my mother.

I had already crossed the line when I filled my mother’s pussy with my sperm. It was an easy choice, knowing I was about to fuck my mother. I flexed my hips and sunk my cock in several inches resulting in a grunt from her. My prick easily slid into her sodden slot, meeting no resistance. When her clasping channel fully engulfed my hard cock, she raised her knees and angled them outward.