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Back To The Future - A What If Story...	By : Dragen Category: 1 through F > Back To The Future Views: 4218 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don’t own Back to the Future in any shape or form, it belongs to Universal Pictures and the writers of the movie. Nor do I make any profit from this story, I'm just a fan who likes writing fanfiction.

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Chapter 1…

November 5th, 1955:

It was about an hour later and Marty was coming to, finding himself still in the DeLorean. He still felt hurt from his shoulder, but as he checked it, his shoulder was as it should be. It was like he was never shot in the first place, the bullet was in his lap, other than the hole in the window, showing that he was indeed shot. He didn’t know what happened, but he was glad that his shoulder was fine.

As he got out of the DeLorean, looking around, seeing no buildings in sight as there should be, Marty knew he had to go into town and see if he could find Doc and get some answers. But if he really was in the past as he feared, he would need money to fit in. So, going to the bonnet, he picked up the cases and opened each one to look for the money. Thankfully, he only needed to open the first one and found the money, picking up one of the bundles of money marked 1950’s, Marty saw that each note was ten dollars. So, whilst he wasn’t sure how much to take, he knew that he couldn’t take too much, like a hundred dollars to him seemed a lot to him, to those in this time, it would be much more.

But as Marty took a few bundles out, he saw that there was a catch. Removing all the money and pulling the catch, he found that it was attached to some cardboard, parting the notes to the coin’s underneath it. Seeing this, Marty was glad, as he didn’t want to hand over a note if things were much cheaper than he thought. So, taking some of the coins and two notes, so that he had some money should he need to find a place to sleep for the night, Marty made his way into town.

After about an hour's walk, Marty arrived in the town square. As he looked around the place, he was in awe as to how it looked, so much cleaner than his time, and the clothing was of the 50s. Being awestruck, he crossed the road without realizing and nearly got hit by a car if it didn’t sound its horn at him. He saw a full-service garage, Texaco, which became a self-service garage and only had someone look over your car if you paid for it.

Marty kept walking in awe at what he was seeing, he walked across the grassy park in front of the local Courthouse, which in his time would become a car park, receiving stares from nearby civilians due to his strange attire. Marty was startled out of his awe by a loud chiming, Marty looked up at the Clock Tower and saw that the time on the clock read 8:30. It was working! It was working, the old clock was actually working; Marty couldn’t believe it.

Snapping out of his awe, Marty walked down a path and past the 'Welcome to Hill Valley – A Nice Place to Live' sign and noticed a passing vehicle on the street advertising the re-election campaign of Mayor Red Thomas.

Still in complete disbelief of everything he was seeing, Marty grabbed a newspaper from a nearby trash bin that a man just threw into it, and looked at the date - Saturday, November 5, 1955. "This has gotta be a dream." he muttered, still having a hard time with it all when everything was pointing to the fact he was in the past.

That’s when a woman accidentally bumped into him and he asked her to pinch him and she angrily slapped him in the face, exclaiming, "Shame on you!"

As the woman walked away, Marty rubbed his cheek, realizing he wasn't dreaming after all. A policeman approached the teen for what he saw, but before the cop could do anything, Marty handed him the newspaper before heading across the street to Lou's Cafe. Leaving the cop looking at the teen confused.

Marty wanting to find Doc and find a way home; he entered the local cafe. Once in the cafe, he looked around in astonishment at its interior, amazed at how much it changed from what he knew it. He heard "The Ballad of Davy Crockett" by Fess Parker, being played on a jukebox.

On the wall, he saw the coffee sign saying this:

OUR COFFEE
5¢
“URNS” HIGH PRAISE!

Back in his time, it was about forty cents more expensive.

“Hey, kid. What did you do? Jump ship?” asked the owner, Lou Caruthers, as he noticed Marty’s teenager's vest.

“What?” asked Marty, wondering what the man was talking about.

“What's with the life preserver?” Lou asked.

“Oh, I’m on leave.” Marty said quickly as he thought about a cover story for his clothing, not thinking what else to say. “Can you help me? I need to use the phone.”

“Sure, it’s in the back.” Lou informed the young teen.

Marty went to the back and used the phone book to locate the name, Emmett L. Brown. When he found the name, he was relieved that Doc was living in the area. Marty called his number on the telephone.

As he waited for the Doc to answer, his watch started beeping, at the same time, Lou walked by and shot him a strange look, prompting Marty to turn it off.

Not receiving an answer, Marty hung the telephone up and tore the page with Doc address and phone number. Marty headed to the counter and inquired to Lou about the location of 1640 Riverside Drive.

Instead of answering, Lou demanded if Marty was going to order something and Marty requested a Tab, to Lou's confusion as he replied, "I can't give you a tab unless you order something." So, Marty requested a Pepsi Free, which made Lou angry and demanded, "If you want a Pepsi, pal, you're gonna pay for it." As Marty asked for a drink without sugar in it, Lou gave him a cup of black coffee.

Marty sighed at this, it seemed that things weren’t going to be easy for him. He hoped that Doc would believe him and be able to help him. As he rubbed his head in frustration, he heard a familiar young voice, “Hey, McFly!”

Marty turned around out of habit, at the same time as a nerdy teenager who was sitting next to him, as a young-looking Biff Tannen and his gang walked into the cafe.

"What do you think you're doing?" Biff demanded, making Marty wonder who Biff was talking to, seeing how the bully shouldn’t know who he was. To Marty’s surprise, Biff and his gang paid him no mind, instead of approaching the man next to him, "Hey, I'm talking to you, McFly, you Irish bug!" Biff angrily told the young nerdy teenager.

“Oh hey, Biff. Hey, guys.” the other McFly timidly greeted the four bullies. “Have you got my homework finished, McFly?”

“Have you got my homework finished, McFly?” asked Biff, that’s when Marty realized who this McFly person was, he was none other than his father.

“Huh, well, actually, I figured since it wasn't due 'til Monday…” began McFly, but Biff interrupted him by tapping on the other McFly’s head, "Hello? Hello? Anybody home, huh? Think, McFly, think!" Biff told him, “I need time to recopy it. You realize what would happen if I handed in my homework in your handwriting?” Biff asked with a sneer, “I'll get kicked out of school. You wouldn't want that to happen, now, would you?”

Marty watched the familiar scene play out. It was like the conversation where older Biff forced his father to do his paperwork for work last night, hours before he was sent into the past. Marty thought that his father was a loser, but he didn’t really think that he was this much of a loser at this age. He thought something happened to his father as he grew up, never did Marty believe that he was always a loser. Don’t get him wrong, Marty loved his father, but he couldn’t believe that his mother married him at times. Even now seeing the younger version of his father, he had to wonder what his mother saw in his father to marry him.

Maybe that’s why his mother turned to tobacco smoking and drinking alcoholic beverages on an everyday basis, because his father never stood up for himself or his family. Always trying to keep the bully happy, then to stand up for himself. His father put it down to not being good at confrontation, willing to do whatever it took to stay away from it. Not only that, but it would seem that he wouldn’t pay much attention towards her. Maybe that’s why she didn’t pay much attention to her looks.

Marty felt sorry for his mother, he did wonder what would happen if things were different for her. The only thing he was happy about them being together was that he and his sister and brother were born. Although his brother was much like his father, so he didn’t know if that was a good thing or not.

Either way, when George didn't respond, Biff grabbed him by the shirt, and threatened George, “Would you?”

“Now, of course not, Biff.” George tamely told the bully, “I wouldn't want that to happen.”

Biff glared at Marty, who was still looking at the scene in shock, unable to believe this was really happening. "What are you looking at, butthead?" Biff asked darkly.

“Hey, Biff, get a load of this guy's life preserver.” said one of Biff’s friends, a skinhead, “The Dork thinks he's going to drown.”

“Now, how about my homework, McFly?” Biff asked, as he put his attention back onto George.

“Huh, okay, Biff. Well, I'll finish that tonight and then I'll bring it over first thing tomorrow morning.” Marty’s young father informed the bully as he ate some of his food.

“Not too early. I sleep in on Sundays.” Biff informed George, “Oh, McFly, your shoe's untied," Biff said to George, who looked down and laughed as Biff hit him on the chin and told George not to be so gullible. Biff then warned him, “I don't want to see you in here again this weekend.”

“Okay. Alright. Bye-bye.” George timidly told him as he waved Biff and his gang goodbye as they exited the cafe.

Before Marty could say anything about what he saw and heard, a young black busboy, Goldie Wilson, approached George and asked, “Say! Why do you let those boys push you around like that for?”

Marty recognized the young man as the future’s mayor. He was shocked to find that their mayor used to be a busboy.

Before he could say anything, George informed the future mayor, “Well, they're bigger than me.”

“Stand tall, boy.” Goldie told Marty’s future father, “Have some respect for yourself. Don't you know, if you let people walk over you now, they'll be walking over you for the rest of your life.”

Upon seeing the way Goldie talked with such passion, Marty could see why he would become the future mayor.

"Look at me, you think I'm gonna spend the rest of my life in this slop house?" Goldie asked George, while Lou warned the former to watch his choice of words. Ignoring his boss, Goldie went on, "No, sir, I'm gonna make something of myself. I'm going to night school, and one day, I'm gonna be somebody."

"That's right, he's gonna be mayor," Marty blurted out without thinking.

“Yeah, I’m…” began Goldie, until he realized what Marty said, “Yeah, I’m going to be mayor. Now that's a good idea! I could run for mayor.” Goldie said thoughtfully, getting inspired at what Marty said. Thinking it was a great idea.

“A coloured mayor? That'll be the day.” scoffed Lou, not thinking that would ever happen.

"You wait and see, Mr. Caruthers, I will be mayor! I'll be the most powerful man in Hill Valley, and I'm gonna clean up this town!" Goldie stated in determination. Marty didn’t realize it, but he just inspired the man to become the best mayor he could be, to make the town a better place.

“Good. You can start by sweeping the floor.” Lou demanded, as he handed Goldie the broom.

"Mayor Goldie Wilson. I like the sound of that." Goldie said to himself, smiling and was determined to become the mayor in the future.

Marty was about to drink his coffee, he suddenly noticed that George was no longer seating next to him. Marty looked out the window and saw his future father riding away on a bike. Marty rushed outside, calling after his future, when he didn’t answer, Marty ran after the other teenager.

Marty was able to keep up with his father until they got to a residential area. Losing him, Marty walked up and down a few sidewalks before he noticed George's bike leaning against a tree. As Marty looked around, he saw a few leaves drop suddenly, so looking up the tree, he found George on a long branch, looking through a pair of binoculars at a house across the street.

Visible through one of the house's windows, Marty saw that his father was watching a young woman getting dressed in a room.

“My dad’s a peeping Tom.” Marty said to himself in disgust. Sure, Marty admitted to himself that he did this a few times himself, but this was his father. So, to him, his father should hold to a higher standard, even if George was a teenager himself right now.

Before Marty could think what to do next, George suddenly lost his balance, he fell out of the tree and to the street below in the path of an oncoming car.

"Dad!" Marty shouted without thinking, rushing forward, and shoving George out of the way, getting hit by the car instead. Marty fell to the ground, and knocked unconscious, while the driver, Sam Baines, climbed out of his car and approached Marty.

Seeing George, Sam called out, “Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute. Who are you?”

But George didn’t stop, instead he ran off towards his bike and rode away.

As George got up and left the area with his bike, Sam called for his wife, “Stella! Another one of these damn kids jumped in front of my car! Come on out here! Help me take him into the house!”

As he called out, his wife came out and helped her husband to take the teenager into their home, where they took him up to their daughter’s room. Letting him rest. If he didn’t wake, they were going to take him to the hospital to make sure he was okay.

o0OoO0o

November 5th, 1955:

Marty McFly found himself in a bed, his head pounding with a headache, having a hard time thinking clearly, trying to remember what happened. The last thing that he could remember was that he pushed his father out of the way of a car that was coming at him.

With his head throbbing with pain, he was unsure if all he had been though in the last day was real or just a dream. As if it really was real, he had no idea if he could get home or not, and if not, what he would do if he was stuck in this time.

"Mum? Is that you?" Marty asked weakly as he heard footsteps. His head was still fobbing and his body aching from being hit by the car. He was wondering if what he thought happened was part of being hit by the car, he did hear that people hallucinated after a head injury.

"There now, just relax… you've been asleep for nearly nine hours now." Marty heard a feminine that sounded much like his mother, as he felt a wet washcloth being placed on his head gently. His mother’s voice sounded younger, but he put that down to the fact that his head was hurting him, and he was only hearing things differently

"I had a… horrible nightmare. I dreamed that I was shot, and I went back in time… it was terrible…" Marty told his mother, trying to figure out how he got hit by a car, if it was from saving his young version of his father, or another reason that he can’t fully remember right now.

"Well… you're safe and sound now, back in the good old 1955…" his mother’s voice comforted him kindly.

“1955!?” Marty called out in shock, as his eyes widened and sat up instantly upon hearing this. Did he hear right, did his mother say 1955? Seating up straight, he saw a young woman sitting across from him on a bed opposite to him. She was wearing a grey sweater and a pair of black jeans.

The girl across from him was amazing, gorgeous even, more so than his girlfriend Jennifer, as much as he hated to think like that. It took a few moments before realizing who this person really was. It hit him like a stack of bricks. This gorgeous woman was his mother. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw this.

"You're my m, - you're my m…" Marty began to stutter as he found it hard to say the words he wanted, as he realized who this girl was and how one day, she would become his mother.

"My name is Lorraine," Lorraine introduced herself as she took off her sweater, revealing that she was wearing a v neck shirt, one that if you look closely, you could see some of her breasts. She now sounded softer than a moment ago, younger, and happy. "Lorraine Baines."

"Yeah!" Marty said simply, unsure what else to say. His mother was truly a sight to behold. She had soft curly brown, a slim body with curves in all the right places. She truly was a sight to behold. It was no wonder that his dad fell in love with her when they were younger, why he was peeping at her when she was changing. He had to wonder what happened in the future that his mother lost her looks, and became a smoker and an alcoholic? Did she just give up because his father kept ignoring her? If that was the case, why did he do so?

Marty couldn’t think it was down to not being able to deal with conflicts with Biff and other bullies, it made no sense. Even with other confrontations in his life, he couldn’t understand why his father would ignore someone as gorgeous as his mother was right now. If he was his father, he wouldn’t allow his wife to feel ignored

"But you're, you’re so h, you're so h…” Marty stuttered at what he was thinking, to think that his young version of his mother was hot. He was unable to bring himself to say such a thing, so instead he had to say, "You're so thin!"

Lorraine just smiled at this, she just put all this down to him getting hit by her father’s car. It wouldn’t be surprising that his words/thoughts were going to be all over the place as he recovers from the accident.

"Just relax, Calvin. You've got a big bruise on your head." Lorraine told him caringly, not wanting him to move too much, else he might make things worse. Who knew what other injuries he might be suffering because of the accident? Her father told her that when Calvin woke, if he was hurt anywhere else, they would take him to the hospital.

Upon hearing that he had a bruise on his head, he raised his hand to his head where he felt a bump on his head. Taking a few deep breaths, Marty tried to begin and take what happened to him in. He still couldn’t believe that this was happening to him. Whatever the case, he knew that if he wanted to return home, he had to find Doc, but as he began to get out of bed, he noticed that his pants were gone, leaving him only wearing his underwear.

"Ah!" he yelled as he quickly covered himself up with the blanket. It was unsettling how his mother was looking at him, like he was a piece of meat. "Where are my pants?" Marty asked red faced, embarrassed that his mother saw him in his underwear and was looking at him lustfully.

Lorraine looked away red faced. If her parents caught her like this, her father would kill Calvin and her mother would tell her off and go on one of her talks about how women should act. She found such women boring, not allowed to look at men in such a way and had to dress in a way. She didn’t like it, she had a great body and wanted to show it off, but her parents wouldn’t allow it, seeing how it would attract the wrong sort of men. But that’s the thing, she wanted to attract that sort of man, wanted to see what was wrong with them. She was an outgoing girl, wanting to experiment, to find out who she was, but with parents like hers, it was hard.

But right now, her parents weren’t there and as the old saying goes, when the cat's away, the mouse may play. Without her parents there, she could see how far she could go with this handsome man.

"Over there, on my hope chest." she informed the young man, as she pointed to her hope chest, which had Marty’s pants on top of it. "I've never seen purple underwear before, Calvin." Lorraine admitted to the young man. Marty was greatly surprised that she knew this. He had to wonder how she knew this. He didn’t think that her father would allow his daughter near a half-naked man, nor allow her to undress a man. Not if he could help it and with him and his wife, there was no reason for a father to ask his daughter for help.

"Calvin… why do you keep calling me Calvin?" Malty asked suddenly as he realized that she kept calling him Calvin.

"Well, that is your name, isn't it? Calvin Klein?" Lorraine asked, whilst looking at him strangely, did the hit on his head so hard that he forgot his name? "It's written all over your underwear."

"AH!" Marty knocked his young mother’s hand away from the blanket as she tried to pull it off him. ‘Why does my mum know what my underwear looks like?’ was Marty’s thought when she said this. As he thought before, her father wouldn’t allow her near a half-naked man, nor allow her to undress a man. Did this mean that her parents didn’t know she was up here?

Marty couldn’t believe how his younger version of his mother was acting, it was like the women that he warned him and his brother about as they grew up. It would seem as if his mother wasn’t the type of woman that she led them to believe when she was younger, a pure and innocent type.

So, he had to wonder what happened to her to become the woman he knew, did growing up change her views on things, did something happen to change her, or was it the way his father treated her over the years? The last one was most likely, he suspected that there was a part of her that was jealous and so didn’t want that type of woman reminding her who she used to be.

"Well, I guess that they call you Cal, huh?" Lorraine asked the young man.

"No actually, people call me Marty." Marty informed her with a small smile, not wanting to complicate things any more than they were already.

“Oh.” she said with a slight smile, “Pleased to meet you, Calvin. Marty.” She got up from the other bed and she sat down next to him on the bed, looking at him. "Do you mind if I sit here, Calvin?"

"No, fine! No. Good, Fine. Good!" Marty agreed nervously. With his sexy young mother sitting next to him, his thoughts were all over the place, racing, trying to catch up what was going on. He found that his breathing was heavy, having a slight panic attack.

The Lorraine Baines or Lorraine McFly as he knew her in his time, was nothing like this. In his time, she was unhappy and very strict about what he and his brother and sister should act with the opposite sex. She told them that she never thought of sex or chased after men, never seat in cars alone with men. She also told them that she didn’t believe in sex before marriage. She said a lot of things that made her out to be pure and innocent. But seeing her now, he came to realize that she wasn't anyhow like she described herself at all.

‘How can my mother be like this?’ Marty thought to himself, he couldn’t believe that she changed so much over the years. From someone as hot as she was to someone who smokes, drinks, and becomes overweight. His father has a lot to answer for with how his mother became.

"That's a big bruise you've got there." Lorraine reached out to touch him, but Marty backed away from her even more, still surprised. Unfortunately, as he backed away, he didn’t realize how far he was on the bed, so when he backed up, he fell out of the bed and onto the floor with a thud. He couldn’t believe that he was making such a fool of himself in front of his mother.

Lorraine on the other hand was worried, he was already injured thanks to her father hitting him with his car, she didn’t want him to get hurt even more thanks to her or her family. "Are you alright?" she asked him with concern in her voice, wanting to make sure that he wasn’t hurt even more.

Marty wasn’t sure how he was going to handle this as he stood up and covered himself with the blanket, trying to cover himself up as much as possible. Seeing how the lustful looks his mother was giving him was making him feel uneasy. This was something that he was worried about, as if she was falling for him, what would it mean for her and George.

It didn’t help him that he liked how she was looking at him. If she wasn’t his future mother, he would be more than happy to hit on her without feeling weird about it. He would even fuck her if things went well enough.

But that wasn’t the case.

"Yeah, I'm alright…" Marty admitted, feeling unsure and uneasy with how things were going as he sat back on the bed.

For the next few minutes, with each of them unsure what to say next, there was nothing but silence. But as he sat there though, with no one coming to check on what the bang on the floor was, he realized to his horror, no one was home other than the two of them.

As Marty sat there, he had to wonder what he should do now. They were alone and Lorraine was sitting really close to him. It was clear what she wanted, and Marty had to keep reminding himself that she was his mother, or would be one day, so it felt weird to be in this secretion and he was unsure how to handle it. There was a huge part of him was telling him to fuck it, fuck the outcome of it all and fuck Lorraine, as she was willing and waiting for him to make a move. But then there was a small part of him, the part that was fighting against this, telling him it was wrong, that she was his mother, and it would ruin everything if he did anything.

There were a few moments of awkward silence, not one of them knowing what to say. Marty wanted to leave before his mother tried something that both would regret in one way or another. Lorraine was shy about making the first move. Sure, she had been with a few boys in her time, and they had fun, but tonight with her parents away and no one to stop her, she had planned to take the next step with the boy who got her interest. She was going to give her first time to Marty, and she was a bit embarrassed about it.

Lorraine knew it was now or never, if she didn’t do this now, Calvin would leave, and she would lose her chance and she wouldn’t know when she would get another chance. So, she moved closer to him, her face inches from his own, ready to kiss him and show him that she wanted him. But he backed against the wall, holding the blanket tight. Lorraine moved closer to him, with her nearly on top of him and his back up against the wall, he had nowhere to go.

"Why are you so nervous, Calvin?" Lorraine asked innocently as she slowly caressed his face, showing him that she liked him.

Marty tried to avoid this, but with her nearly on top of him and unable to move, and not wanting to hurt her, there was little he could do about this, but allow her to do so. He was sweating now; and not because it was hot. Okay, he was hot, but not the kind of hot from heating.

He was still breathing heavily, and it was heavier, Lorraine could see that he was getting himself in a fuss and if he wasn’t careful, could hurt himself more. "Calm down Calvin, you're hurt…" she reminded him. Not wanting him to get hurt even worse, she did the only thing she could think of to stop him - she hugged him softly.

Marty froze, he was completely freaking out by her hug, he tried to get free from it, but she wasn’t letting go.

Lorraine feared that when her father hit Calvin and he knocked his head, something happened, and he was still healing from the damage. She heard how people with head injuries would act differently than they would normally do, that it would take some time for them to recover. All a person could do was care for the person and make sure that they didn’t hurt themselves even more. Because of this, she wasn’t letting Calvin go when he was trying to fight free from her hug. After a few minutes of Calvin fighting her, he hugged her back.

After fighting his future mother, trying to make it so that she didn’t hug him, he gave up and allowed himself to ease up and wrapped his arms around her too. Sure, his mother might have a thing for him, but the feeling of being in her arms helped him relax more than he first thought, with being stuck in 1955 he was confused and scared, worried about not being able to get home. So being hugged like this by someone who’ll one day become his mother helped him calm down a bit and feel relaxed.

Lorraine's heart fluttered as she felt Calvin hugging her, not only did they feel warm and soft, but they also felt strong as the teen hugged her tightly. The two of them laid there for a few minutes, as it happened, the blanket slipped off Marty. Slowly, so as not to make Marty realize what she was doing until it was too late, she pulled his shirt off. Marty only realized what was happening when she got his shirt to his head and tried to pull it over his head.

Marty was about to say something about this, when Lorraine informed him, “Shh, I’m just trying to make you comfortable.” and with that, she went back to hugging him, preventing him from arguing. Lorraine had to admit, whilst Calvin didn’t have the body of an athletic body, he did have a great body and with work could become even better.

Marty felt his cheeks heating up as he was all but naked and being hugged by his mother. All he had on was his underwear, the Calvin Klein's, they were very thin. If Lorraine looked down, she'd see his… well Marty didn't want to think about it. Didn’t want to think that the person who would one day become his mother, would see that he had a hard on for her. The mere thought just made him feel hotter.

Being hugged by Lorraine, reminded Marty of when he was younger, when he was upset or frightened of a stormy night, and he would go to his parent’s room, and he would hug her. It was comforting. It helped that Lorraine was still dressed and that she threw her blanket over the two of them, so he didn’t expect anything to happen, at least for now. It felt comfortable, like nothing would hurt him, he felt relaxed right now. So much, that he started to drift to sleep

In doing so, he didn’t realize that Lorraine stopped hugging, in fact, seeing how she saw him falling asleep, she realized that this was her chance to show him that she was a woman and that she wanted to fuck him, and she wanted him to fuck her.

So, trying not to disturb him, and alerting him to what she was doing, she got out of bed and began to undress until she was only in her bra and panties. The problem was that when she threw the dress to one side, it knocked something over and so alerting Marty, which woke him fully up.

When Marty opened his eyes, he got the surprise of seeing Lorraine in her underwear. In fact, she was just unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the ground when he opened his eyes. Marty eyed her perfect breasts hungrily in the light. They were a firm b-cup. Any other time, Marty would be glad to be in this position, to be in front of a naked woman who wanted to fuck him. But this wasn’t one of these times, as the woman in question was his mother.

"What… what are you doing?" Marty asked nervously, finding it very hard to breath and think clearly. ‘Damn it mum, why do you have to be so hot? Dad, you're such a fool.’ Marty thought to himself. He didn’t mean to think about his dad in that, but damn, with a hot body like his mother’s, he had to wonder why he wasn’t paying her more attention over the years. If he was him, he would be fucking his mother all the time, it was sad that because of him, his mother let herself go.

“Showing you, I want you.” she replied as she slipped out of her panty’s, revealing her shaved pussy.

Marty heard stories about the 50’s, that women didn’t normally shave around their pussy that often, so he was shocked to see this, not that he wasn’t happy to see it, just shocked.

She crawled onto his bed like a cat stalking its prey, walking her way under the blanket. As she got to Marty’s hips, Lorraine grasped Marty’s semi-erect cock through the thin underwear and began to stroke his cock and playing with his balls. She pulled the underwear down, so she could get a popular look and be able to do this without anything in the way. She grasped as she did so, the bare flesh of his fully engorged cock. Her head drew closer as she stroked him. It was one of the biggest cocks that she had ever seen, not like that she had seen many, but her friends and her did peep on the boys in the changing rooms. They thought if the boys can do it to them, why couldn’t they do it to the boys?

"You know, Calvin, I mean Marty,” Lorraine corrected herself to help Calvin feel more at ease as she was doing this, “I've never touched a boy..." she said softly. The thing was that she didn't tell him the full truth, she had a few boyfriends, but it only ended up with kissing and some light fondling, nothing more. But tonight, she was hoping for so much more. So, she didn’t want Calvin to run away if he knew that she had done more with others.

Marty found himself sweating more than ever, as she licked his rod, his entire face was red.

"Lorraine, wait," Marty pleaded with her. "Lorraine, please… I… I don't want my first time to be with a stranger. I want my first time to be with someone I know and love." he felt embarrassed to admit this to her, seeing how she would one day be his mother.

It’s not like he didn’t want to have sex, but his girlfriend, Jennifer, told him that she wasn’t ready to have sex. Which he could understand. But even when he asked for a blowjob, she wasn’t willing to do that, only kissing and some light fondling, if things got too much, she would stop him.

Lorraine looked up at him. Her eyes met his. His cock was almost touching her lips. "Relax, Calvin. You got hurt. Don't you wanna feel good?" she asked sweetly, as she gave his cock a gentle squeeze. It was now as hard as iron. She continued to stroke him as her lips drew nearer to the head. What was she going to do?

"Calm down, Calvin. I'm not going to take your virginity..." she said as she gave him another gentle squeeze and drop of clear precum oozed from the tip. Then with a lustful smirk, she said, “Not unless you want me to take it that is.” Marty couldn’t believe that she just said this. All he could do was watch as she touched the tip gently with her tongue, then pulled back. A thin strand of cum followed her tongue to her mouth. Her eyes flicked up at Marty and met his gaze. He stared at her, this woman who would one day be his mother, right then had a face of goddess. She just looked at him, his cum dangling from her lip.

“Wh, what about your parents?” Marty asked in fear and hoping this would stop her from going any feather, in fear that she would get caught.

"My parents aren't home, they went to my grandparent’s because something happened…" explained Lorraine, “They left me here to look after you, and to make sure you are taken care of." she said happily, as she looked down at his cock.

Before Marty could say anything about this, or try to stop her, Lorraine opened her mouth and drew it in. She worked her mouth up and down the head. Her tongue pressed his cock up against the roof of her mouth as she bobbed her head down the length of his shaft. It was the most wondrous feeling. The tightness of her mouth, the warmth, the slick, moist saliva that dribbled down his cock - it was his first time.

He couldn’t believe that this was happening, not after years of knowing the woman that he knew was his mother. That woman wouldn’t do such a thing, she would tell him and his siblings off if they talked or joked about such things. She often warned them of this type of woman, those who would have sex at the drop of the hat. This Lorraine was different, she was bold, festy, and wanting nothing else but to fuck him, being the very woman that he was warned again.

Marty hated that his body was betraying him like this. He thought his first sexual experience with another person would be with Jennifer. He definitely did not expect this.

He wanted to beg her to stop, as this was wrong, seeing how she was his future mother, and it could doom him from ever being born.

But he couldn’t, this wonderful feeling of his cock being sucked was too good. His stomach felt tight; there was no turning back now. Even if he could muster the words to beg this to stop, he didn't think that his mother to be, would stop anyway.

Marty tried his best to fight this feeling as long as he could, but it was too much for him, this wonderful feeling. Instead of fighting it anymore, Marty began thrusting his pelvis into his young mother. He needed to be in her, he needed to push his cock deeper into Lorraine. It was like some kind of primal force had awakened within him; it didn’t matter that she would one day be his mother.

Right now, all he saw was a woman that he wanted to fuck, a woman who was willing to be fucked. In his mind, he needed to make her his, to fuck her no matter what, no matter if this woman wanted it or not. To make her his.

Sensing that Marty wanted to put his cock deeper into her, Lorraine complied and pushed her head into him with each forward thrust. Soon, Marty’s cock was hitting the back of her throat. But it wasn't enough. He needed more. He needed to make Lorraine understand that she was his. He grabbed her head and pushed her into him. His cock slid down her gullet.

"Oh, yeah! That's it, take it!" he ordered her, careful not to shout too loudly. He didn’t want the neighbours to hear them and so alerting his future grandparents.

Marty began pumping into her face with short, quick bursts. His cock never left her throat. He slammed it into her again and again.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you bitch? You like taking strangers cocks, don’t you slut?" Marty accused his future mum. He couldn't believe he just said that to her, but it felt right to say it though. His actions and words seemed to feel right, like he was caught in the moment, and this was the right way to do things. It didn’t help that his mother seemed to be enjoying it.

Lorraine couldn't answer. His rod was shoved so far down her throat, it was impossible to do anything but grunt.

Marty rammed into her face again and again. He noticed that Lorraine was having problems breathing, but he was so into fucking her mouth that he didn’t care. It took Lorraine a few moments, but she began to breathe through her nose as he pushed his cock into her face as deep as he could.

He let it hit the back of throat then slid down inside of her. Lorraine began to gag and spasm. Marty grabbed her head and pushed it into him. He pushed her so hard; her nose was buried in a mound of pubic hair. Her face began to turn red. Lorraine continued to choke and gag. Thick drool oozed from the corners of her lips. Marty continued his forceful facefuck. Finally, her whole body began to heave as she went through the motions of vomiting.

It was more than Marty could take. He was ready.

"Oh! I'm gonna cum!" he warned her. "Swallow it, bitch. Swallow every last drop!"

Lorraine couldn’t believe how rough Calvin was being with her, but she was loving it. Loving how controlling he was with her, fucking her face so hard that she had problems breathing. It was unlike anything she thought would happen. When he warned her that he was going to cum, her gaze darted up to his face and she stared deeply into his eyes as he came. Volley after volley of precious semen launched from his rock-hard cock straight into her gut. Marty's body quaked with each ejaculation. He came and came, and Lorraine took every load. She never took her eyes off him as he filled her with his cum. Finally, he pulled back and collapsed on the bed.

Lorraine just sat there. Thick threads of saliva continued to dribble from her mouth.

Even though he just had his first blowjob, Marty felt like he could have a few more rounds before he needed to sleep.

"How was it?" she asked, surprising Marty as she gently caressed his face, before she gave him a kiss on his lips.

"It felt… so good…" Marty awkwardly acknowledged this fact, as he blushed at Lorraine, before he pulled her into a long kiss. Sure, she was going to be his mother in the future, but right now, she was just a woman who wanted to fuck him. He was surprised by how much of a slut his mother really was. He had to think once again how much his mother went on about only bad girls, sluts, would have sex with strangers that they didn’t know, or those who won’t married, she even said that Jennifer was such a woman.

‘What a hypocrite.’ Marty thought to himself, as he kissed his young mother. Here was her younger version of herself making out with a complete stranger after giving him a blowjob. A good one at that. So, he had to wonder how many men she really had before she went out with his father.

Marty knew he had to stop what he was doing, but damn, he was enjoying this feeling, this control over his mother. It was strange but enjoyable. He wanted it to last a bit longer before he had to put things on the right path. He also wanted to see how far she would go.

Pulling from the kiss, Marty grabbed onto her breasts and fondled them roughly, not caring if it hurt Lorraine or not. After what they just did, he couldn’t think of her as his mother right now. “You like this don’t you bitch; you love a man who knows what he wants and just takes it? Don’t you slut?” Here as one hand kept playing with her breasts, he used his other hand to finger Lorraine’s pussy.

Marty knew he might be taking things a little far now, but he wanted to see what type of person Lorraine was before she started to date his father. He was half expecting her to slap him for this.

But the slap never came, instead Marty saw that Lorraine was red faced, looking aroused. Marty couldn’t believe it, Lorraine was getting off on this. The Lorraine that he knew in the future, would never be like this, she would be telling him that this type of woman was bad, sluts and no good. But here her younger self was acting just like that and loving every moment of it.

“Yes, yes, I love a, a man who knows what he, he wants and takes, and takes it.” Lorraine moaned in pleasure, enjoying what Marty was doing to her.

Whilst her mother tried to be a proper woman, one who takes care of the home, their children and husband. That she should marry a man with a decent job. What she shouldn’t do, was to be the ladies who went after men, think about having sex before marriage. Her mother tried to teach her how to be a proper woman and the type of men she should marry.

Sure, Lorraine wanted most of what her mother taught her, but there was something that Lorraine wanted that her mother taught her against, a strong man. She had a secret desire, only her close friends, Betty and Babs, knew about, she wanted a strong man who could control her, someone who knew what they wanted from her and took it. To put her in her place and use her as he likes, not really caring about what she wanted. The only reason they knew about it was because they too wanted such a man in their lives, but unlike her, they were unlucky to find someone.

She knew that her mother taught to be a proper young woman, but she loved the idea and something Marty seemed to be able to do for her. Sure, there was Biff, but his personality and how he treats people pushed her away from him. Maybe if he was slightly nicer, she might have been happy to be with him, or she just didn’t like him like that and his personality and how he treats people wasn’t something she cared about. Whatever the case, he and her would never be.

Right now, the only person she wanted was Calvin Klein, she wanted him to use her and treat her as he liked. He was hot and she would love to feel his cock inside her.

“Yes, I am a bitch, your bitch.” Lorraine informed Marty, “Please, fuck me, make me your bitch, your pet, just use me as you like.”

Marty couldn’t believe that his mother was acting like this, his father really did fuck things over if she changed so much over the years. This version of his mother would have been more interesting to be raised by than the one he had, he didn’t think she would have made such a fuss with Jennifer, that she would encourage them to be together. Either way, before he could say or think about anything else, Lorraine kissed him again, making him think with his lower brain. He had a few desires that he wanted to play out and now he had the chance to do so.

“Are you sure about this Lorraine?” the young man asked his young mother.

“I’m sure Sir Marty, please use this bitch as you wish.” Lorraine said lustfully, her mind was full of lust and just wanted to be fucked. With her parents away for the night, there was no one to stop her getting what she wanted. “I’m yours to be used, so please do so, spank me, fuck me, I don’t care as long I have your cock inside me.”

“If you want to be my pet, you need to call me Master.” Marty told her with a lustful smile.

“Understood, Master.” Lorraine said submissively.

Then, before another word could be said, Lorraine found herself across Marty’s lap where he began to spank her ass hard. With only two hits she was already moaning as she felt her sore ass, with a morn she went on to say, “Oh Master, yes slap my ass, slap it hard, make it so that I can’t sit properly for a long while. Make me yours.”

Marty was all too happy to do this for her, how could he say no to his sexy mother when she was like this? And with each slap to the ass, the harder he slapped her, the moans got more and more intense, he never felt anything like this before. He wanted more. He could feel her juices from her pussy running down his legs as he spanked her.

“You really are a slut, loving to be spanked like this by a stranger.” Marty said lustfully, unable to control himself as he slapped her again.

It wasn’t long before Marty’s hand started to get sore at slapping his young mother’s ass, so he decided he would do as she wanted and fuck her. All thoughts as to who she would one day become to him, Marty pulled Lorraine off him and placed her upper body onto her bed, as legs hung over the bed. He had a great view of her ass and pussy. Her pussy was really wet, ready for him to fuck him, begging for him to do it.

“Please Master, fuck my wet pussy, I need you in me, fuck me, use me as you want!” Lorraine begged Marty.

Marty had to admit, whilst the idea of placing his cock where one day he would come from, her shining red ass was calling to him. It was begging for him to fuck it, to show Lorraine that it was his. The idea alone made his cock even harder than it already was, so without a second thought with one hand he took hold of her ass as the other handheld her back down so that she couldn’t move, he then plunged his cock into her ass, making her scream out in pain and shock.

As she screamed, Marty took his hand from her back and pushed her head down into the bed to muffle her screams. As he did this, he kept on fucking her ass as he asked, “Do you want the neighbours to hear you my lovey pet, do you want them to learn that you’re fucking a stranger and telling your parents about it? Do you?”

“N, no I d, don’t, Master,” Lorraine admitted, she really didn’t want her mother telling off for having sex with a stranger that she just met today, “b, but it hu, hurts so much.”

“I’m sorry for the pain Lorraine,” Marty apologised to Lorraine, “I was warned that for a woman’s first time and until they get used to a cock in their ass, it can be painful for them, especially if the man’s cock isn’t lubricated. But I never realized it would be this painful for you. If you want, I can stop.” He went on kindly not wanting to hurt his future mother too much. But wanting to see how far he could push it though, he went on to say, “But if you really want to be my bitch, you’ll have to get used to such things, as I might want more of this another time. So, what do you want?”

Lorraine knew that if she wanted to be Marty’s pet, to be used as he wants, she would need to get used to such things. But was she really ready for this kind of pain, if he keeps doing this, she really wouldn't be able to sit properly for a long while? But she realized that this was what she wanted, she told him to use her as he wanted. Not only that, but how would she know what she could handle and find what sex moves she did or didn’t like.

So, pulling a pillow in front of her, she said, “Please Marty, Master, keep going, fuck me as you want. I want to see what I’m able to handle, so fuck me as much and hard as you like.”

Marty couldn’t help to notice how hard he cock got in Lorraine's ass; this was truly a turn on for him. He didn’t know he had this kind of kink, to want to fuck his own mother. Then again, his mother in the future wasn’t this hot thanks to his father, not treating her like the woman she was. So of course, she would let herself go. So, he began to fuck Lorraine’s ass once again, this time ramming in and out of her as hard and as fast as he could. He wanted to see how much she could take before she told him to stop, or she broke or began to enjoy it.

At first, Lorraine planted her face into the pillow, so that she didn’t scream out in pain as her new master fucked her ass the way he did. She would scream and moan in pain into the pillow. She couldn’t believe how much stamina he had, seeing how he kept fucking her for at least half an hour, not needing to stop. Within that time, she began to enjoy the feeling, she loved the pain and pleasure that she got from being fucked in the ass, it was something she never thought possible.

At this point, she pulled her head from the pillow and told Marty to fuck her harder and faster. To show her that she was his to be used as he liked and not caring what she wanted, she really was enjoying it. By the end of it, she had a few orgasms, but yet, she didn’t think that her lover had one yet other than the one he had from earlier.

When Marty pulled out and turned Lorraine around, Lorraine was shocked to see that even though he didn’t cum, he was still hard. She thought that after fucking her ass, she believed that his cock would have soften a bit, but it didn’t. She couldn’t believe it. Would it mean that he could go for a long time before cumming? The mere thought excited her, being fucked for such a long time before her partner was ready to cum himself.

Taking some time to catch his breath and recover, Marty turned to the young woman around and asked, “Ready for the next round?”

“Oh yes.” Lorraine admitted with a sexy smile, ready for Calvin to fuck her.

Here Lorraine was shocked to see that Marty knelt down and began to lick her pussy, sure she heard that a few people had begun to do this, as it was somewhat taboo. People were saying that this was disgusting, as this was where babies came from and it was unhygienic.

Lorraine wasn’t sure if she would want this, but after hearing the stories, and wanting to know how far she was willing to go, she didn’t say anything. She had to admit that she was glad that she allowed Marty to continue this, as she felt great pleasure, better than if she was fingering herself. “Oh yes, Master, this is wonderful, ooooh yesssss.” Lorraine moaned out in pleasure as she felt the biggest orgasm in her life, as juices ran out of her.

She was more shocked as Marty continued to lick her pussy, trying to lick the juices out of her. This alone made her even more aroused; she couldn’t believe that something new and dirty could be so arousing and hot. This made her cum again.

Marty pulled back as he smiled, he never knew that his mother was so dirty, so sluty, not with the way she was in the future. He knew that oral sex wasn’t popular in the 1950s and wouldn’t be until the 70s. For Lorraine to give him a blowjob and allow him to lick her pussy out, he had to wonder what kind of woman his mother was before she dated his father.

If she acted this way when she first met him, he didn’t think that she would become the way she was in the future. Then again, knowing his father, George wouldn’t know what to do with a woman like his mother and so wouldn’t know the delight of what she could do. He felt sorry for his mother, changing so much to become the woman she would become all because his father was a wimp and weak.

Well, it was his father’s loss, as here he was finding out the true woman that was his mother. “Oh, you really are a dirty bitch, aren’t you Lorraine?” Marty asked Lorraine, shocked that he would say such things to her, but it would seem that this made his mother turned on even more. In fact, it was turning him on too, calling her names and doing things to her that he would never have dreamt of before being sent back into time.

“Oh yes I am, I’m a dirty bitch.” Lorraine said lustfully, squirming in pleasure at the way she was being treated. Who knew that she would be like this, she didn’t realize that such a man like Calvin could make her be like this? Make her act in ways that her mother would be disappointed in her. But Lorraine didn’t care, for the first time in her life, she felt alive, free of everything. All she cared about was pleasuring her master, doing whatever he wanted to make him happy. Right now, she was willing to allow him to fuck her whenever and wherever he wanted, if he asked her to give him a blowjob in front of her family or anyone in fact, she would do so without a second thought.

Marty then had an idea, something twisted, but with things as they were, felt right. So, he pulled Lorraine to him and began to kiss her, as he did, one of his hands intertwined with his mother’s hair. After a few moments of passionately kissing each other, Marty pulled Lorraine’s hair to break the kiss, as he asked, “Listen Lorraine, would you mind if I call you mum and you call me son, as I fuck you?”

Lorraine was shocked at this, she never thought that he would ask her for such a thing, it was a taboo subject that she heard about. People wanted to fuck their mother, father brother or sister, but never thought about it. Mainly she didn’t think of her family like that. But as strange as it sounds to have her master call her mother and her calling him son, part of the reason that they were around the same age, it felt right though. She didn’t know why, but it felt as if she should be calling him son and him calling her mum/mother.

“Son, you can call me whatever you want.” Lorraine told Marty with a lustful smile.

“Well then mum, get ready for some fun.” Marty gave his young mother a lustful smirk as he laid her on her back, where Marty took her nipple into his mouth and roughly sucked it, where he rolled the nipple around with his tongue, as he played with her other breast.

Lorraine moaned in response, enjoying the feeling of how Marty was treating her body. Marty then suddenly bit into one of her nipples roughly where she moaned in pain and pleasure. “Ooooh, son, yes, yes.” Lorraine moaned, enjoying the limits that Marty was pushing her to take, as he was doing the same as the other nipple. She didn’t realize that sex could feel this amazing, that allowing someone to push her to the limits would be this great. She couldn't understand why women were against this, why they wouldn’t want to let their partners take control of them if it felt this great.

“Pl, please son, stop teasing me, just, just fuck me, make me yours.” Lorraine begged Marty, her mind on the edge of being broken with the amount of pleasure she was feeling. If he didn’t fuck her soon, her mind would break, and she would be willing to do anything for his cock to be in her.

Marty only smirked at this, lost in his lust, not caring anymore about who, began to slowly rub his cock against his mother’s entrance. As he did this, he said, “You want this don’t you my dirty whore? You want me to fuck you with my cock, don’t you my sluty pet mother?”

“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” Lorraine asked, a bit shocked at the words coming out of his mouth. Not that she didn’t like them.

“Oh, you have no idea.” Marty said with a smirk, knowing that he was doing more than kissing his mother with his mouth. Only if Lorraine knew who he really was, he had to wonder how she would have acted if she knew the truth. “But you didn’t answer my question, do you want me to fuck you with my cock?”

“Yes, yes I do.” Lorraine said lustfully, wanting nothing more but for him to fuck her.

“Then beg, beg me to fuck you.” Marty ordered her, enjoying the control he had over his mother, it was intoxicating. The longer he was having sex with her and more she kept doing what he wanted, more he was enjoying it and forgetting more and more that this woman would one day become his mother. To him, she was becoming more and more his slut to fuck as he wanted.

Marty thrust his hips forward and entered her pussy where the tightness and heat around the head of his penis. He could feel her walls hugging the head of his penis, trying to milk it for all it’s worth. But he wasn’t ready to do this, he wanted to tease her a bit more, so he pulled his cock slightly, making his young mother moan in disappointment.

“Pl, please son, stop teasing your mother, just fuck me,” Lorraine begged Marty, as she really wanted to be fucked and hated to be teased like this, “I need you to fuck me, for me to feel your cock fully in me. I can’t stand it anymore, please fuck me and I’ll do whatever you want. Be your pet, mother, sister or whatever you want, just fuck me and make me a woman.”

Her walls hugged his cock tightly as he pushed his cock in her again. Marty couldn’t believe what was happening. His penis was inside his young mother’s vagina, as he thought about it, they were each other’s firsts. Marty rocked his hips into hers, plunging his dick deeper into her, and pushing against her cervix.

“Ow!” Lorraine cried out, and tears began running down her face.

Marty was fully inside her now and could feel her walls adjusting to his size as she buried her face in the pillow next to her and began to cry.

“Are you alright?” Marty asked, a bit worried. They have done so much together so far, and it was only now that she showed any sign of being truly in pain that she couldn’t stand. He had heard that a girl’s first time was painful, but until now she never knew if it was true or not. Her juices and blood were covering his cock, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold it for long after everything they've been through so far, so he slowly began sliding his cock in and out of her.

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me,” Lorraine reassured him, “I knew that there would be some pain, but it was so sudden and more painful than I thought. But don’t worry about it, just fuck me more, fuck me hard.”

Marty was amazed at what kind of woman his mother really was, the more he got to know her that night, the more he felt sorry for how she became. If it wasn’t for her needing to end up with his dad, so that he and his brother and sister could be born, he wouldn’t let her go with his dad, he would keep her for himself.

Either way, putting that aside for now, he picked up his speed and began to fuck Lorraine faster and hard, where before long they were both panting and moaning again.

“I feel it… I’m getting close.” Lorraine called out to Marty, close to cumming once again.

Marty didn’t really need to be told, as he could feel her pussy had been getting tighter and tighter.

“Mum… I’m about to…” Marty began to tell her as he finally felt like he was going to cum, but at this point, it was too late.

Her pussy clamped down, her juices covering his cock, and Marty came for what seemed like a lifetime into his young mother’s pussy. Marty stopped, panting hard, and she was panting just as hard.

“Oh, Marty. That was…” she panted, this was the best feeling that she ever felt, it was blissful, and she would love to do it again.

“Wow.” Marty responded, who knew that fucking his own mother would have felt so good. It’s a shame that he couldn’t do it more often, so he would have to take what he could before he had to set things right.

She nodded in agreement as she laid next to Marty, picking herself up a bit. Marty’s eyes immediately went to her chest, he couldn’t take enough of her body.

“You like my body?” She asked, blushing.

“Yeah, I would be a fool not to like it.” Marty admitted to his mother with a lustful, “I feel that after a rest, I could go on the rest of the night.”

“I would like that.” Lorraine admitted as she leaned over and ran her hand down Marty’s body until she got to his cock where she began to play with it. She wanted it to be hard again so that he could fuck her again, she loved the feeling of him fucking her and wanted more of it. She knew that by the time that her parents returned home, she might not be able to do this again for a while. Not only that, but Marty could only be in the area for a few days and have no plans in staying, so she had to get what she could now. If possible, give Marty a good enough reason for him to stay in town if he had no plans just yet.

Marty enjoyed what his young mother was doing to him, he pulled her in for a passionate kiss playing with her pussy as he did, which made her moan in pleasure. Now for the rest of the night, Marty fucked his mother over and over again, making her do many things that he fantasized doing. He wanted to see how far his mother would go and to his shock, with only a few moments of thought, she did everything he wanted. Loving being controlled and used by him. They only stopped for a few moments to catch their breath. There were a few times where he had to cover her mouth to stop her screaming when she got too loud.

It wasn’t until early morning when the two finally went to sleep after hours of fucking. But before he went to sleep after his mother, Marty was thinking about what must come and hoping that he hadn’t impregnated his mother with the hours of sex they had. As if that happened, he wasn’t sure how things would turn out. He had enough problems with how things turned out as it was, as he had to somehow get his sexy mother with his loser of a father for him and his brother and sister to be born.

He knew that he had to talk Doc about this, hoping that he might have an idea as to how he could fix things. As if he didn’t, well he just hoped that one of the time travel comics he read was right. That if a person goes back in time, whatever the person did wouldn’t matter, that it would create an alternate timeline where he could still live. As if it didn’t, then… will, one problem at a time, the first thing he had to do was to find Doc and talk to him. There he would decide what to do.

But whatever was going to happen in the future, he knew one important thing. He didn’t regret anything that happened this night, he had so much fun fucking his mother, he wanted to do it over and over again and he would do so if it wasn’t for the fact he wanted to live. That meant that he had to get Lorraine together with his lossless father, who’ll slowly kill who she really was. This was one thing he hated, but something he had to do. Maybe in the following days he might be able to do something about it, but only time will tell.

To be Continued!!
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