Chapter 4

Reaching to the floor, she picked up my discarded T-shirt and wiped up my pools of milky essence. After cleaning me, she tossed my shirt into the laundry basket, turned to me, and stated, “Don’t worry, your mother is used to washing your cum-stained underwear.”

Her wicked smile elicited a giggle from me and it took a minute to grasp the situation. My Mom had just jacked me off, although I still wasn’t sure if it was Mom or some figment of my imagination. “Is that all you needed to determine? That I could spray out a load of cum?”

She grinned and replied, “No, that was just part of it. What I need from you is to go back in time and impregnate a woman.”

A thousand questions flooded my mind. “How can this be real? This is just insane,” I blurted out, running a hand through my hair. “First, I have to believe that you’re from the future and now you’re asking me to travel back in time and impregnate someone. Why me? And if I somehow manage to find the woman, how would I convince her to have a baby with me? And most importantly, what does this have to do with you?” My heart raced as I tried to wrap my head around this bizarre situation.

“Easy there, Adam,” she responded softly, her palm gently resting on my thigh as she caressed it. Her soothing touch comforted me, reminiscent of what she had provided throughout my childhood.

She continued, “I can only divulge basic information so the timeline isn’t damaged, but deep down in your heart, you know I’m your mother. We’ve always held a deep-seated trust that can’t be broken by time.” Leaning down, she kissed me lightly on the forehead before resting her head next to mine. “Breathe in my scent, Adam, and tell me I’m not your mother.”

“How did she know I loved her natural aroma?” I asked myself. I inhaled deeply and Mom’s familiar fragrance flooded my senses. I whispered, “Okay, I believe you, but what about my other concerns?”

She leaned back and smiled widely, knowing I was completely willing to do anything she asked. Raising her arm, she displayed what looked like an ordinary watch wrapped around her wrist. Its sleek design and intricate buttons gave off a futuristic vibe. “This device will enable you to transport to the time and place for meeting the woman. She is waiting at a bar and will go by the name of Melissa. Introduce yourself as Sam and don’t ask for her last name or offer yours. She desires a sperm donor, not a husband, making your job much easier. Just be your personable self and be careful not to reveal anything about the future.”

I paused and silently rehashed her instructions for a moment before asking, “What clothes should I wear and how will I know if I’m successful? Should I remain there until we’re certain she’s pregnant?”

Her warm smile quelled my apprehension, while her eyes twinkled with amusement. “Don’t worry about what to wear,” she directed. “The advanced technology will adjust your clothing to fit in. And as for knowing if you’ve succeeded, you’ll see the portal appear for your return. The people who sent me here will be monitoring and will know when you’ve completed your mission.”

The portal reappeared, apparently her signal to leave. A ton of unanswered questions remained in my mind, but she didn’t give me a chance to continue. “Be ready to leave tomorrow night at ten. Good luck. I’ll see you again in a week,” she instructed, vanishing into thin air, leaving a slight acrid smell in the room. I closed my eyes and lay wide awake, still wondering if I was in some kind of deep sleep.

The alarm snapped me out of my trance. Blinking away the fog of sleep, I reasoned that it had to be a figment of my imagination as her apparition appeared last night and I didn’t remember falling asleep afterward. While Mom and I ate breakfast, I studied her hands, sizing them, as if I could determine if they belonged to the woman in my dream. Her goodbye hug enabled me to smell her fragrance again, confirming the scent was identical.

Throughout the workday, my mind toiled with the previous night’s events. “What was the purpose of the dream? Was there some hidden meaning to resolve my conflicted emotional state concerning my relationship with Mom?” I pondered to myself.

Even though I remained skeptical that it was real, I waited patiently in my room that night. The thought suddenly occurred to me that she hadn’t provided me with the device to travel back in time. “How would I activate it or would she do it remotely?” I asked myself.

As if answering my question, at precisely ten, the portal reappeared. Inhaling, as if diving in a pool, I apprehensively entered the unknown.

An instant later, I stood outside a restaurant I didn’t recognize. The crisp night air sent a chill down my spine, and I felt a tightness around my throat. Thinking something had gone wrong, my hands grasped my throat, finding a tie tightly wound around my neck. I hated wearing ties for that very reason and quickly loosened the knot. Looking down, I checked out my attire to find I was cloaked in a business suit.

Wondering what year I had landed in, I patted my pockets, looking for a phone, only to find nothing. Either I wasn’t supposed to use one or I had gone far enough back in the past before they were readily available. Inhaling a deep breath of cool air, I entered through the door and was greeted by a pretty hostess. “Good evening, Sir. Table for one?” she asked.

“Could I have a drink at the bar, first?” I replied.

“Of course, it’s straight ahead on the left,” she smiled, gesturing to the direction. As she stepped aside, I noticed several couples chatting at the bar, and at the far end, a lone woman caught my eye. She appeared to be in her early thirties, with shoulder-length, golden brown hair.

Settling beside her, I turned with a grin and asked, “Excuse me, Ma’am, would you mind if I sit with you? I’d hate for anyone to think I’m a loser who couldn’t get a dinner date.”