Chapter 4

The huge electrical storm outside the house flashed and sparkled.

Like a recharged battery, Eric Jay’s heart pounded ever faster and his breathing accelerated at the incredibly delicious prospect of doing the two women on the living room sofa. He gawked at Twila Mae, his mother, and next to her, VeNietta, his daughter, or more precisely, Twila Mae’s and his daughter from the future. That would also make VeNietta his sister and granddaughter, he mused.

Twila Mae stirred him out his vivid daydream. “VeNietta told me her birthdate,” she said, “which is exactly nine months from today. She had no idea ‘when’ she is, but she knows ‘where’ she is, in her house, but as we know, her house before she was conceived and born.”

“Are you sure?” he asked her.

“Of course.”

“Eric Jay ... er Dad ... and I are nearly the same age now,” VeNietta blurted out.

After that point, she simply watched and listened, mesmerized by the young man who would soon sire her into existence. Both her mind and heart were racing with this cosmic thought, and her tight vagina became even moister, her clit even firmer.

Twila replied to Eric Jay, “I’m as certain as the fact that I want you to fuck me right now.” With that, she shrugged her shoulders. “VeNietta’s very life depends on us doing so.” Her mouth broke a slight grin, perhaps both arousal and incredulity.

“It must be connected with these light storms,” VeNietta assured awkwardly with a softness and vulnerability that was quite endearing.

Indeed, the electrical storms outside seemed to play with their minds, bodies, and souls. Another force swept through them.

Eric Jay’s cock and balls tightened when he comprehended Fate on this odd day. Not that he was complaining, but it was all just so unusual. If there were a God, he prayed at this instant for Him to be a bit more forgiving of the crazy circumstances.

“I promise not to get in the way,” their daughter added. She was about to get up from the sofa, but Twila Mae held her back kindly.

All Eric Jay could do was admire the wonderful image of his attractive middle-aged mother wearing her familiar, but ever sexy, orange summer outfit and the young beauty dressed in Twila Mae’s blue halter and short shorts. It appeared that Twila Mae also had just painted their sexy and tanned daughter’s fingernails and toenails bright orange. That course of action had delighted him.

“No, I want you to share with us the moment of your creation, VeNietta,” Eric Jay managed to muster at this time.

“Yes,” Twila chimed in, becoming more aroused from the storm and the strange circumstances that had visited them that day. Eric Jay will be so much better than my stoic cucumber from this morning! she thought.

“What will I be in the future?” he asked his daughter.

“A great scientist, a physicist,” she answered quickly.

Twila smiled, recalling her brief interrogation of the lovely girl after she awoke from the fainting episode. “Your father is a wonderful gardener, truly has the soul of a botanist or biologist, I would say.”

“Do I get to fuck you in the future?” Eric Jay brushed his mother’s comments aside. He eagerly looked into the girl’s blue eyes that were gems resembling both Twila Mae’s and his.

“No, I don’t think so,” VeNietta. “No.”

“Well, I think Fate wants you to participate in your own sacred conception. You will get to experience something that others can only dream about,” Twila Mae explained as she touched her daughter’s shoulder.

“Mom, get us a chalice or wine glass. I have an idea,” he commanded.

Twila Mae got up and walked to the kitchen cabinet and pulled out a wine glass. She thought that she understood why he wanted her to fetch the chalice. “He fathered himself through me in this very back yard many years ago. It was incredible.” Memories of the doppelgangers in the field from 1992 now flooded her brain. “He planted fertile seed in our garden. He made all this possible.”

“Yes, it all makes total sense now,” Eric Jay said, approaching Twila Mae who was walking back into the living room.

Twila Mae took VeNietta’s hand, instructing her to come with them to the bedroom. “He will father you and my granddaughter this day.”

“Yes,” the girl sighed anxiously. She rose to go with them. “I want to be conceived. I want to join you both in my birth. My God.”

“Yes,” Eric Jay pondered to himself, “I get to play God again.”

Her mother’s eyes flashed incredible desire for both of them, no more delaying. She led them excitedly onto her master bed, practically threw them down onto it.

Before Twila Mae could react fast enough, Eric Jay was already lunging toward her. He pulled her down to the bed next to him, grasping at her orange tank-top and kissing her tanned neck and shoulders. His eager hands slid under the clothing to clutch at her breasts, ultimately pulling off her top.

VeNietta sat there in pleasant shock, aroused but frozen by the sudden animal lust that mother and son had openly expressed for one another.

“Ooo!” the girl cried, almost laughing, as Eric Jay grabbed her as quickly as the lightning bolted outside.

He licked VeNietta’s tanned neck and cheeks, slowly roaming down to her heaving tanned chest. The girl gave in completely to her father. She almost was not aware of her topless mother also joining in the frenzy with a hungry tongue sliding down her tanned neck and shoulders. VeNietta smiled.

Eric Jay pulled off his shorts as the girl helped him take off his shirt. After kissing each other on the lips, VeNietta and Twila Mae both proceeded to devour and taste his strong, muscular chest. As they worshiped his body, he undid his daughter’s navy blue top and short shorts. Then he helped his mother take off her orange shorts as well.