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Second Chance

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Chapter 10

DoOver Sci-fi Sex Story: Chapter 10 - 43 year old Carl watched helplessly as Death came for him in the form of an overloaded produce truck. Suddenly he found himself in the body of a 14 year old boy, injured in the same accident. Now Carl had to learn how to live as Brian and cope with a new life and a loving mother.

Caution: This DoOver Sci-fi Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa   Consensual   Science Fiction   DoOver   Incest   Mother   Son   First   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Petting  

Afterglow is the absolute best!

In four days, technically only three and a half, everything I had ever know was taken away and in its place I have won recovered youth, a Second Chance to live a better, more meaningful life and I got to meet and bed my One True Love - O.T.L.

Beth Ann, my O.T.L., was still drained from the unexpected intensity of our wild, fabulous, love making and I was in the half awake, half asleep, reverie that often follows mind blowing sex. The great thing about afterglow is the smell. I could still Beth Ann's intimate fragrance. It washed over me as we cuddled in our own cocoon of sweat, cum and Beth Ann's secretions.

The bed beneath me was rumpled, damp and reeked of sex but I loved laying in it. Beth Ann sprawled across me, alternately cat napping, then waking to remind me how beautiful it was and how much she loves me. Her enthusiasm for full blown, mind numbing, sex matched my desire for her and just remembering her passion brought Mr. Johnson back to full mast, demanding attention. I contemplated masturbating but put it off until I could bring myself to move.

The sheer joy of watching her sleep precluded any thought of disturbing her. It was true when I told her I could lie beside her and be content to just look. Judith and I never approached the intensity of sexual heat that I had with Beth Ann. As a couple we might kill each other with serial orgasms. Yet I found an unusual contentment to simply be with her, without an agenda.

Despite the glory of afterglow I contemplated what our future might hold and how we would navigate the troubles that our relationship would almost certainly cause us. I had no doubt Beth Ann was as devoted to me as I was to her and she was not the type to abandon this, no matter how complicated our lives became.

I needed to control my overwhelming desire to monopolize her. She needed room to be her own person and the freedom to make her own choices. My responsibility was to provide the proper emotional support to insure she'd have the courage to spread her wings, if not her legs. The thought of someone else planting his flag between those amazingly, attractive legs cut through my heart like a sharp knife. Jealousy would ruin everything. Self-control was going to have to be my motto.

The best thing about being fourteen again is the knowledge that I could perform in the bedroom as often as Beth Ann could take it. The worst thing about being fourteen is not having my majority, and being hemmed in by the legal restrictions due to age. How long could Beth Ann wait for me to "grow up," so we could be together as a couple in public and private?

All that weight to carry and yet I was deliriously happy as I recollected our joining.

Setting aside my troubles, I returned to gazing in wonder at this spectacular creation of God, and her unearthly sexiness. My dick throbbed as Beth Ann shifted sideways and exposed the pussy I'd been inside of just a short time earlier. I could still see evidence of my juices mixed with hers' mixed in her pubic hair. We would have to take a long, hot shower and scrub away the dried residue, soon.

There is no denying that sex can be messy and Beth Ann had complained about Bruce leaving "his mess," as she called it, on and in her. Of course, she conceived Brian – whose body I was currently using – because Bruce left his mess inside her, so there was a certain beauty to the messiness and when Beth Ann inevitably comments on this particular mess, I'd be reminding her that we would have missed all of this, except for Bruce's impolite, messiness.

When Beth Ann next opened her eyes I was softly, quietly, stroking my erection, while watching her breathe. She slowly came fully awake and smiled when she saw my hand slowly pleasuring myself.

"Hey Stranger," she whispered, smiling. "Is that a pickle you're molesting, or are you happy to see me?"

Oooo, a challenge. "My dear Beth Ann. This love missile is your ticket to paradise. All you have to do is climb aboard the hot love express and I will will rock your world." I was feeling pretty cocky, I guess. Great sex will do that for you, especially for me.

"Someone's feeling his oats today," she giggled. "You know the old saying? 'Pride goeth before a fall?' Well you're about to find out all about falling." She punctuated the last word by leaping on top of me, planting her lips on mine and pinning my shoulders down. When she had me where she wanted me, she called out, "One - Two – Three," like a referee declaring victory and raised her arms in triumph, which freed me to pull into the receiving position and begin worming my way back into her luscious body.

I wasn't really trying to push in dry. My plan was to brush my dick up and down her slit, helping her lubricate sufficiently to provoke Beth Ann into inviting penetration. She was doing her part by sliding herself along my length, grinding the head of my erection into her clit on each pass and saying all sorts of borderline obscene things; in the sexiest, Marilyn Monroe voice I've ever heard – in either body - to encourage me.

"Ooo. My big, hard, strong, cave man is trapped by his tiny, weak, cave woman, completely helpless as she has her evil way with him. Whatever will he do? Pretty soon all the other cave women will happen by and discover their clan leader is not as strong and manly as they thought and go in search of better prospects.

"If they all find more manly men, then whatever will the cave man do for food and clothes? Why, he will probably become so weak he won't even be able to get it up for sex, not that any cave girls will give him any, since he's been found out as a weakling." Her giggles punctuated her playacting.

"Seriously, Brian, I was just a little scared you would wake up this morning and be disgusted with me, because of what we did last night. When we finally settled down, it hit me that I'd just had the greatest sex of my life, well – the only good sex of my life, when you think about it – and it was with my own son. It frightened me that you'd feel repulsed or ashamed of what we did and not be able to face me. When I opened my eyes and saw you playing with your thing, with that intense look on your face, watching me sleep, I knew you were going to be OK with this.

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