The music the DJ was playing was so loud Claire could hardly hear herself think. She stopped dancing and pulled her daughter around so they faced each other.

“THE MUSIC IS REALLY-” She watched Rylee scrunch her face up trying to hear her.

“WHAT MOM? I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE MUSIC.” Rylee yelled back.

Claire found herself grinning and she felt really warm and fuzzy. The music was blasting around her and it was almost violating. She looked at her daughter’s rosey cheeks and flushed neckline.

Maybe it’s time for a break, she thought. “LET’S GO UPSTAIRS,” she yelled at her daughter. “UP THERE” she pointed.

She got a very sloppy thumbs up from Rylee. What’s wrong with her? Claire wondered. With her arm looped through Rylees, they wove their way through the people, heading up the stairs. Together, they stumbled through a bedroom door and collapsed on the floor entangled in each other’s limbs.

Rylee giggled a little and said “I feel so warm, and all the lights are so fuzzy...”

She reached out her arm like she was going to touch the light in the ceiling. “Whoaaaaa...” said, sounding amazed. “My hands are ... echoing...”

Claire burst into a fit of laughter. “Hands can’t echo sweetpea ... they can’t even talk!” for some reason she couldn’t stop laughing.

Rylee giggled some more, “Mom I feel funny ... you look funny too.” Rylee scooted up onto her butt, sitting cross legged.

Claire watched her with fascination. It was like seeing a younger version of herself. She felt like she had traveled back in time.

Reaching out she poked Rylee in the forehead to make sure she was real. The implications of her thoughts were mind blowing.

Rylee fell over backwards, her legs still crossed. “Ouch Mom! Why did you poke me?”

“I had to make sure you were real ... you’re not me are you?” Claire said, she made a real serious face.

Rylee burst out laughing. She rolled on the floor, laughing hysterically. “O.M.G. mom I can’t believe you just said that.” Her face went pale, and she stopped laughing. “Mom, I just peed myself!” She hissed in a whisper. She sounded embarrassed.

“I think the punch was spiked sweetpea, I think we’re high!” Claire told her daughter between giggles, her head felt light.

Rylee rolled on the floor and rubbed her cheek on the decorative rug. “This carpet is sooo soft mom ... you have to feel it ... oh my god ... it’s amazing.

Claire was having trouble putting her thoughts together. She was both fascinated, watching her younger self roll on the floor, and trying to puzzle out why she felt so weird. She held her hand up to the light, it blurred when she moved it. It looked like she had thousands of hands. Her hands were echoing too, she decided.

“I think it’s ecstasy...” Claire said. She looked down at Rylee, and forgot what she was about to say. “I used to be beautiful like you...” she trailed off.

Rylee lay on the floor on her back. She wore a sexy black dress, it hugged every curve of her body. She wore strappy heels and thigh high stockings. Claire watched as Rylee writhed around on the carpet, rubbing herself all over.

“Mom ... I feel so good ... Everything feels so wonderful.” Rylee said as she rubbed her hands all over her body.

Claire noticed the puddle under Rylee. “Rylee you did pee!” She crawled over to her daughter afraid if she stood up the floor would fall and leave her hanging in space. “Come here sweetpea, mommas got you.”

With some effort Claire got a hold of Rylees wrists and rolled her towards her. The back of Rylee’s black dress had a large wet spot. She pulled Rylee into a sitting position.

Rylee stared at her mom. “I understand now... “ she said. “It’s like traveling to the future!” Rylee reached out and placed her wet hand on her mothers face. “Hello future me!” She burst out giggling again and fell into her mother.

Claire burst out laughing as well, and attempted to stand up. The floor wobbled, synchronous with the music below. With some willpower, she focused on the floor, and willed it to stop moving.

Moving her daughter took a massive amount of effort. Rylee only weighed 110lbs, but Claire didn’t weigh much more herself. Her limp weight was unbalanced and difficult to manage. She pulled Rylee to her feet and helped her onto the bed.

“Let’s get this off of you, sweetpea, it’s soaked.” Claire said, trying to pull the dress up over Rylees head.

Rylee giggled uncontrollably, and deliberately made it difficult for her Mom to undress her. “I feel so funny mom, that’s why I can’t stop laughing!”

Claire giggled as well, she felt so hot and sweaty, her body felt like an oven. All the effort had made her over heat. Once she got the dress clear of her daughter, she practically ripped her own dress off.

“I’m so fucking hot!” Claire said over Rylees giggles.

“Yes you are mom, smokin!” Rylee said between giggles.

Claire collapsed onto the bed, rolling over to look at her daughter. Rylee lay there in her underwear, staring at her mom, with a big grin on her face.

“I feel weird mom” Rylee said as tears began to run down her cheeks.

Claire pulled Rylee into an embrace, holding her and soothingly stroked her hair.

“Shhh ... sweetpea, I think we’re really fucking high.” Claire whispered. “It must be the punch”

Claire was 35 years old, and she had a few experiences under her belt. She was pretty sure that she hadn’t traveled back in time. That just seemed silly now.

Of course, she and Rylee were just really high. “It was the punch.” She told Rylee matter of factly.

Rylee laid there in her arms and started giggling again. Claire looked down at the mop of red hair on the top of Rylees head, it was identical to her own. It gave her the strange sensation that she was holding herself.

At the moment, her past self was burning up in her arms. In fact, everywhere Rylee’s skin touched her own, it felt like fire. Sweat trickled down Claire’s forehead while Rylee continued to writhe around in her arms. She continually rubbed herself against Claire.

“You feel so good mom, everything feels so wonderful.” Rylee said. She took off her bra and flung it out into the musically influenced floor. Her pee soaked panties and heels were next. The swirling patterns of the floor swallowed her discarded items, making Claire feel dizzy.

Rylee looked just like her mother, pale, freckled skin, red hair, and the tiniest petite framed body. Her little button nose and delicate face held the same pixy elements as her mothers. Although where her hair was long and glossy, her mother’s was cut short in a graduated bob. Rylee’s only complaint was that she never got her mom’s boobs. Claire studied her now, as Rylee lay naked in her arms.

Claire was proud of her tits. She sported a full C cup and on her tiny body that was huge. Her daughter’s boobs barely filled an A cup. If it hadn’t been for Rylees large pink nipples sticking straight out of her chest, Claire might not have even noticed that she had boobs.

Rylee rolled into Claire, putting her arms around her, she snuggled into her mom and buried her nose in Claire’s chest. She then draped her leg over her moms legs and snuggled into her.

“You feel so good Mom” Rylee purred as she started grinding on Claire’s leg.

Claire couldn’t argue. It did feel good. Really good, in fact it felt better than anything she’d ever felt in her life. Her thoughts echoed in her mind, reverberating off her skull. It took a few minutes for Rylees actions to sink in. Claire jumped back into her body immediately. Rylee lay there dry humping Claire’s leg. It wasn’t dry humping anymore as she had created a lubricated track up and down her moms leg.

“Oh-h-hhhh Mom that feels so good.” Rylee moaned out loud

Claire moved her leg out from between her daughters. It was coated in Rylees juices and it made her heart feel a little funny. It jumped and fluttered in her chest, and she realised that she was incredibly turned on. Her heart continued to do jumping jacks in her chest, and it was her turn to squirm.

Claire’s head felt fuzzy, and the waves of heat that washed over her were driving her to distraction. She ripped off the rest of her underwear, not even bothering to unhook her bra. She pulled it over her head and panted in relief.

Rylee crawled on top of her, wrapping her arms around her and said “Mom you feel so wonderful...”