Chapter 6

In the vortex of shifting light and shadow, the threads of insane love and lust had exploded in 1992, when both of young Twila Mae’s future son(s) had suddenly materialized in the past to father themselves (or more accurately, himself).

Wishing to fuck his mom in the future as well, one of the orgasmic Eric Jays had cried out his mother’s name and let his people go to the promised land of her sweet young womb. Like a volcanic eruption deep inside his soul and body, he had delivered his thick, heavy load of millions of sperm, hot white fluid flowing far inside his mother’s dark salty-sugar cave. His fertile seed had clung to its walls, planted and packed firmly in her moist garden.

Young Twila Mae’s entire body had quivered at that, wrapping her legs around him. The other Eric Jay, exhausted after having already deposited into her, had watched intently.

“Father yourself, Eric Jay,” she had whispered, almost ready to sleep. Her hands had brushed his shoulders as he rested his forehead on hers.

It had been accomplished.

The sun had begun to rise over the meadow and coulee, oblivious to the ecstatic act of scandalous, yet beautiful, incestuous copulation that had just taken place between mother and son(s).

The sudden question in both Eric Jay’s minds had arisen from the fog of the space-time loophole. How had Twila Mae known who they were as they each came inside her?

Just as this powerful realization of familiarity had sunk in, the lightning of the mysterious wormhole had transported the young lovers across space and time.

The two weary young men had returned to their times and places in the present.

Young Twila Mae, too, had been displaced from her reality at that moment and had gone forth boldly into the void...

Young Twila Mae shook her head and hurried to put on her white summer dress. The shock of wet and cold hit her like a mallet. In a daze, she suddenly realized that she was still in the meadow, but it was now wet and cold, trees stripped of their leaves, the sky overcast in what appeared to be late afternoon.

She glanced around, lost and alone. Barefoot, she wrapped her arms around herself to keep warm and raced toward the nearest house up from the coulee. Though she was surprised to find any buildings or homes standing in this undeveloped area, her freezing skin told her to get indoors. The warm lights beaming from the home’s back windows beckoned her with promise of safety and consolation.