Bhuddist Do-over
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 13: Second Time’s a Charm
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 13: Second Time’s a Charm - A novel-length do-over about a man born in 1955: he lived until 2038. A retired Buddhist monk befriended Mason and caused strange things to happen. Mace died normally, only to wake up at age 13 with all of his old memories. But he's not living his life over. Everything is really different. He's on a parallel planet with a completely different history and bizarre morals. It is the polar opposite of feminism. Succinctly stated: it's a fun romp. 33 chapters. Slow start.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Coercion Consensual Rags To Riches Restart DoOver Time Travel Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Anal Sex Analingus First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Safe Sex Voyeurism Hairy Size Small Breasts
I took a quick shower and trimmed my man parts. Then I wiped Marcy down a little. She had conked out almost to the second of my pumping squigglers into her. I gave her a soft kiss as I excited the room.
In our bedroom I went in to get a fresh change of clothes, and I saw Bella lying there. She sleeps au naturel too.
I called the Clarkenton house and told them I was leaving.
Mara opened the gate for me, and I wheeled my motorcycle in and set it on the kickstand.
Mara wore a wild maid outfit. It was black and white and looked like a maid outfit, except it only came down to the middle of her bum in the back. From the front, her hoo-ho is playing peekaboo occasionally.
The front neckline is square-cut and reveals most of her smallish breasts. Any bending shows everything as her top sags open, thus revealing her delicious bits all the way to the tips. I can even see her flat tummy down her top.
This is so - not my planet.
Mara showed me into the main sitting room, where Breeze was waiting for me. I walked in with a partial hard-on. I had been with my sister less than half an hour ago, and I was already primed and ready to go again.
A brief thought passed through my mind...
I am getting more sex than I ever had and can perform physically and consistently without fail. My crank does an excellent job of keeping his head held high. Every time!
Woo!
Breeze is wearing what looks like a short, delicate robe and nothing else. The front is partially open, partially displaying her magnificent mammaries. The front side covers her just enough that I cannot see her honey pot.
Her robe looks like it’s made of thin white silk. That’s a very rare and expensive import. She stood and came to me. Her robe opened fully as she walked closer. I put my arms around her inside her robe and pulled her to me. She smelled divine and felt silkier than her robe. She is warm and obviously being affectionate with me by rubbing against my boner.
She quietly whispered, “I’m so glad you came. I have been thinking of you all day long. I had hoped you would want to see me again.”
“I see you and love how you look, sweetheart. You are my sweetheart now, are you not?”
She smiled, “I would like that, but we will have to keep up appearances. My reputation...”
I interrupted with a soft kiss.
I said, “Say no more. I understand fully. Given my age, it would be improper and could damage your reputation if people knew.
She took my hand. “Let’s go upstairs and be comfortable.”
She shut the door behind us once inside her room. I saw the bed covers were folded and on the stand at the foot of her bed. She turned to me as I toed off my sneakers and shed my boyshorts onto the floor. I slung them into my hand with my foot, and I dropped them on a chair.
She was bare; I was bare. I stepped into her for another long hug, a sweet naked hug full of promise and longing.
Breeze nuzzled her face into the crook of my neck and shoulder. I held her, because I sensed that was what she needed more than anything else. I realized it could be lonely at the top, fraught with responsibility and pitfalls. I had been there many times myself.
I am a little fretful now because I have little idea where I am going in my own life. That includes her and her tiny bombshell daughter. Who am I really? What do I want? This body is 14, but my mind feels close to a hundred years old when you combine young Mace’s life with old Mason’s.
She has used perfume, just a tiny bit. That won’t make a difference; I want to smell the perfume much lower than her neck. I leaned back and looked at her face. She is prettier than any model I have ever seen. Her face is stunning and captivating. She wears no makeup; she doesn’t need it. I realized, shockingly, I had never seen makeup on anyone on Earth 2.
I was taken aback at that thought. Everyone looks so good here naturally. I guess the only artifice I had seen was on a few bald pussies. That can be explained away because of the heat and no AC here. But I saw a few imperfections. Was it generations of clean living or something else here on this alternate world?
She saw my mind had wandered and said, “What?”
I said, “I had to look at your face; it beats a sunrise in beauty by a million miles.”
“Have you looked in the mirror lately, Mace? You are almost a man, and you are a real stud already. You got past all my reservations and inhibitions about men. So many men have fallen short. You got past my shell.”
“You’re just a kid, and I did not see that coming. That’s why I had to call you. I wanted to know if I could feel that again, and I do. You know, I never felt what you did to me until last time. I am coming alive again.”
“I won’t talk about Windy’s father. You don’t need the miserable details, but after he and I got together, he became angry. I broke up with him and had to sue him to make him go away and stay away. I never knew someone could be so hateful.”
She took me by the hand and led me to a French-style settee, where she sat us down.
Her eyes went away, and she sighed a long sigh.
I smiled briefly, “As much as I would love for us to become serious, I know I am too young to be serious with anyone. It would be pushing normal boundaries in every direction. You have your life ... and I have mine.”
I leaned over and kissed her. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. As much as I wanted to worship her D-cup goodness, I knew I had to go easy there. I have seen several women clothed and unclothed, some at the beach. So I knew breasts her size are a real outlier. My sister is an A, my mother is a C, and Mom is considered in the bodacious range for here. It seems most women are more modestly endowed here on this earth.
Her odd settee has a padded arm on one side. She leaned me back into the corner of the arm and ran her hands all over me as she kissed me hungrily. She was being a little aggressive. I guess she is a little more needy than I realized.
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