Bhuddist Do-over
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 22: Rose O’Neil, A Lovely Lass
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 22: Rose O’Neil, A Lovely Lass - 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
Windy and Marcy had finished with me and gone inside. I lay on a pool float and dozed. I’m still pondering that some force is making me fill every female vagina and throat that I can.
Is it the local genetics here? There is something odd about the two-women-for-every-man ratio. It has to be genetically related somehow. Can it be my magic?
When I woke up in Mace’s body, I felt normal.
A few days later, after having sex on the beach with Patty, I had begun to become a real horn dog.
I did things that were wild, too wild for the me that was the old ‘Mason.’ The young Mace was actually uncertain about sex.
I was pretty pooped and getting hungry. I heard a voice; Mara was squatting by the pool, trying to get my attention.
One look at her and she had it! Her legs were wide apart. She’s squatting, giving me a beautiful view of her soft, plump peach.
Did I do that? I do like soft, plump pussies. I could swear that Mara’s had been a very spare, flat one when I’d fucked her.
She asked, “Are you hungry yet, sir?”
Mara’s double entendre didn’t escape me. Her legs were wide apart, displaying the sweet little Honey Pot that I had fucked about a week ago.
I needed to forgo the pleasure. I wasn’t sure who was around, and I thought Mara’s mistress, Breeze, might want some loving. She should be pregnant and feeling needy.
I slid into the water, and even underwater I knew exactly where Mara’s Pink taco opening was. I came up close enough to push my forefinger up and inside her as I subliminally said,” Chookxa, “ so she would orgasm. I hung in with one hand while my finger on the other was gripped and squeezed by her orgasming cunny.
I’d hoped I could get away with it, but I couldn’t.
As soon as I was out of the pool, she took me by my cock firmly and led me to the chaise cushion. The very same cushion where I had been busy earlier.
She pushed me down and mounted me. She was still trembling from her magic-induced climax. Soon her mushy inner opening began bumping my glans. That triggered me, and I let it loose in her. I swear her vagina is magically sucking it out of me.
I had sex many times today, and I should be completely sated by now. I must be nearing a dozen cums now.
She got up and twirled around and sucked my cock down partway. Her hands instinctively started to gently tickle and massage my balls. Her throat made ‘glucking’ sounds. Five minutes of that and she coaxed another tiny cum out of me.
She suckled and drew in everything she could. She was acting hungry for my cum. She gave new meaning to the phrase “Hoovering a Dick.”
It was almost alarming.
Now that I think about it, every pregnant female I got near lately just had to suck me dry at both ends. On my old earth, 90% of women would prefer to get oral and never give one damn BJ.
Here, I’ve had a string of pregnant women pull the same Hoove routine on my crank.
They get me to cum in their juice boxes and then suck me until I donate down their throat. They all gobbled it down needily.
Something is driving them. It’s all the ones who are recently pregnant. After getting pregnant, each one did this weird thing of a hungry fuck and a BJ suck.
I remembered Marcy sucking me off; it was nowhere near as hungry as this was. She was having fun. Patty had sucked me off, and it was nothing like this. It was just regular fun sex for them. This sex hunger in my recently impregnated females seemed pretty strange.
I decided to split and get the hell out. I went home, and nobody was there. Mom must be shopping, and Marcy is out gallivanting around.
I made a PBJ sandwich, ate it quickly, and crawled into the sack. I needed some rack time; I was totally wasted by all the sex. The sun wasn’t down, and I conked right out.
I woke to someone licking my pecker head very lightly, probably so they didn’t wake me up or upset me. I went with it, thinking it was Marcy. I think my breathing gave away that I was awake. The hand holding my foreskin back and the suckling got more demanding. I opened my eyes to find my Mom was the one blowing me.
Whoa!
I had vague memories of Mace’s mom doing this with him when he was young. Something about Dad always being on the road. This answered one question: why Mace hadn’t been a cock hound. Dad is on the road a lot, and Marcy often hangs out with friends; I realize/are Patty and Leonard.
I said, “Where’s Bella?”
She said, “I took her to school. It’s getting late; do you need to go to work today?”
“No, I need to go to the bank and deposit a paycheck and buy more work clothes. I work Sunday and have to take the train to St. Augustine Monday.”
“St. Augustine as in the capital?”
I said, “Yes and no, St. Augustine as in the St. Augustine College of Magic. I have an appointment there to be reevaluated. It seems Morgan Mullen, my agent, used a messed-up artifact to test my magic. I have more than two powers, and it seems I am much more powerful than his device had determined.”
She said, “That’s fine, dear. I will go with you later to help shop. We’ll take my trike so you can carry lots of clothes back. Would you care to come to my bedroom and give Mommy some of your good loving first?”
I said, “I would love that. Can we go slow and enjoy it?
She smiled, “I love going slow.”
I said, “Let me hit the bathroom, and I will be right there.”
Still holding me by my crank, she waved it and said, “You have really grown.”
“Yes, yes I have. Do you approve?”
She said, “I’ll tell you after you stick that beast in me.”
OK, that’s going to make peeing more difficult. Mace does not remember screwing his Mom.
I said aloud, “We haven’t done that before.”
She wiggled me and said, “You did not have a long, fat one before now. “Your Dad knows you help me when he’s gone. He’s with his girlfriend, Elsie, on many of his long trips. She drives a truck too, and with the 8-hour driving limit, they spend many evenings together. They drive their loads, and they sleep together most nights too.”
She said, “Right now they are taking toilet paper from the T.P. factory west of Vero Beach up to New York City. He should be home Tuesday or Wednesday.”
I figured three or four days each way, plus unloading, servicing the truck, and all that. At 50 miles an hour and an 8-hour limit of actual drive time, it’s an easy, lucrative drive.
Dad took me on a few runs. Truck stops have diesel fuel and full support. That includes tiny motel rooms and public bathing facilities for truckers. I remembered Dad and I walking down the hall nude and going into a large public shower and restroom.
I remembered Dad’s girlfriend, Elsie Wood. She had washed me on one of Dad’s long runs. She had washed me in a very personal way.
Mom stepped back, and I slid down into her arms. My pecker ached against her body because I needed to take a good long piss.
I made it to the bathroom and peed and washed my privates and dried them well. I went to Mom’s bedroom, and she was lying there with her legs open - doubly inviting me in. Her cunny looked plumper than it had. Did I do that? Her Fanny was already comfortable before.
I saw her breasts were also perkier. They still bobbed and moved, but now they moved like a well-stacked woman who hadn’t had children. She strikes me as resembling a taller, younger Marilyn Monroe. Marilyn was not actually a tall woman.
I crawled between Mom’s legs and began licking her pink inner lips right away. I slid my hands up over her tummy on their way to her breasts when I detected Mom had a full batch of eggs in both ovaries. I sensed something was off in her fallopian tubes.
I had felt enough sexy tummies lately and knew what should be there and what should not. Mom had excess fluid blocking her tubes, so it seems her eggs can’t drop down. They cannot reach her womb to become fertilized.
I stopped and looked up at her. She looked back. “What?”
I said, “Did you want more children?”
She said, “Of course I would. Why?”
I said, “I can repair your problem; you have a blockage in your fallopian tubes.”
She said, “I don’t know what those tubes are. I wonder how you know that at age 14.”
I wiggled my eyebrows. “Magic Mom, that’s why I am going up to St. Augustine on Monday. To get more answers. Do you want me to fix the problem?”
“Yes, please. Your Dad and I have always wanted more children.”
I said, “In this tiny Trailer?”
She said, “No, we sell it and buy a new double or triple-wide. Your Dad has the money. When we only had two kids, we didn’t need to move up in size. Your Dad is loaded because he works hard and he’s a reliable and steady worker.”
I said, “OK, I am going to unblock your ovaries.”
She said, “I don’t know what those are either.”
“They are the organs that hold your eggs, Mom. You can have babies for the next 25 years or more if you want.”
She smiled. I hoped it wasn’t a humoring smile.
I left my hands on her tummy and concentrated on removing the blockage. I did not know how to do it. I held her tummy above her fallopian tubes and concentrated on healing them/her. I made them normal with no excess fluid.
I pressed my face to her vulva and returned to the first job at hand. I slid my hands up and held Mom’s breasts and teased them as I licked deep into her furrow.
“Shit-shit-shit, that feels so good, honey”
Then she said, “You have gotten very good at THIS! AAAHHHHhhhhhhhh ... mmmmm...”
I slid up and straight up and into the vagina that had born me 14 years ago. Oh my! This is heavenly. She had a velvety, hot, buttery cunny inside. I slowly moved in and out, and about every third stroke, I would swivel my hips in a circle, being sure to rub her clitoris.
She thrust up at me hard, and we stayed frozen together for some time. Mom had a long orgasm with lots of quivering and moaning. I thought she was done with her climax when all of a sudden she shook, spasmed, and howled.
“UNH - unh - uhh - UH - UH - UH! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeee...”
Mom’s clasping honey-pot triggered my shooting inside her. I moaned loudly as I deeply embedded my cock in her as far as I could, and I spewed my load deep into Mom’s pussy. It felt thick and rich because I hadn’t come in more than 14 hours now. Mom’s cervix tickled the tip of my pointy glans. It was like it was kissing my glans to get every last drop.
I stopped, and we rolled, with me still inside her. Mom’s smell had changed. I realized she had ovulated. Mom and I had a long kissing session with my still hard cock up and inside her, pressed right against her womb. Her hips periodically twitched on me. It feels excruciatingly divine when she does it.
I realized something important. I may have healed both fallopian tubes, and Mom may have dropped an egg from both, because they finally could now.
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