Chapter 3

After we entered our house, Mom glanced down at my tented shorts, looked up at me with a sexy smirk, and asked, “Any other ideas to finish the day?”

“I thought it’d be nice to dine out tonight at La Bella,” I proposed.

Seeing her smile widen, my stomach fluttered with excitement as I suggested, “Let’s shower and get dressed.”

“Wonderful,” Mom replied, turning, before making her way to her room. I remained, my gaze locked onto the backs of her shapely legs until she disappeared behind her door.

She adorned herself in a dress I hadn’t laid eyes on in years, yet I found myself quite pleased with her selection. The sapphire blue gown perfectly accented her brown hair and eyes. The plunging V-neckline showcased an ample display of cleavage, her pure alabaster flesh drawing my eyes. A snug belt showed off her thin waist, her dress hugging her curvy hips, ending below her knees by several inches.

Her expression begged for approval and I was only too happy to oblige. “You’re beautiful, Mom. Every man in the restaurant will be admiring you,” I complimented my blushing mother.

“Oh, stop it,” she giggled. “You’re too kind, but it does feel good to dress up every now and then. And I must say, you clean up quite nicely, yourself.”

Upon arrival at the restaurant, I approached the hostess and confidently spoke, “Reservations for Beth and Adam Johnson, please.”

With a smile, she remarked, “What a lovely couple. I have a romantic table that would be perfect for you.”

“Thanks, but that won’t be necessary,” I responded. “My mother and I would prefer one of those booths instead.”

“Of course. Follow me,” she directed. After seating, we ordered and before long, we engrossed ourselves in lively conversation. We never had difficulty conversing with each other and continued chatting throughout our meal. It turned into a delightful evening and I loved watching Mom laugh and smile.

The insides of her breasts, exposed from her neckline, quivered and shook each time she giggled. My gaze alternated from her breasts to her smiling face. She never acted offended by my obvious leering and after a while, I didn’t hide the fact I was staring at my mother’s chest.

When we returned home, Mom hugged me, holding me closely. Kissing my neck she gushed, “Thank you for a delightful evening, Adam.”

I gently kissed Mom’s soft neck and replied, “I enjoyed it too. I love every moment spent with you.” As my warm breath caressed her ear, she squeezed me tightly, drawing me closer. Her familiar scent enveloped me, and I wished for our embrace to linger longer, but all too soon, she stepped back and walked to her room. “Goodnight, Adam,” she softly spoke before closing her door.

While I lay in bed hashing over the day’s events, I chastised myself for delving deeper into my infatuation with my mother. My love for her was far too strong to reverse direction. I only hoped my physical attraction wouldn’t offend her at one point and affect our relationship.

Thursday night, I lay in bed nude while stroking my cock after a night of cuddling with Mom. The cool breeze from the open window couldn’t evaporate my juices fast enough as my hand effortlessly slid up and down my shaft of steel. I closed my eyes and envisioned Mom’s nude body beneath me.

Suddenly, a low humming sound caught my attention. Opening my eyes, a sliver of blue light caught my attention as the noise ascended into a high-pitched shrill. An oval opening appeared, and after a woman stepped out of it, the light and sounds dissipated.

Following her gaze, I looked at my hand, firmly wrapped around my cock. I quickly pulled the sheet over me. Blinking my eyes in an attempt to clarify her image, my jaw dropped as I stared at an older version of Mom. Her hair was streaked with several streaks of gray, but her smile and cute face undeniably belonged to my mother.

“Mom?” I stuttered, still unsure if I was asleep, and in a dream of some sort. Perhaps, all of the intimate fantasies of my mother had twisted my mind into something surreal.

“Did I come at a bad time, Adam?” she asked. Her voice was distinctly Mom’s but my mind kept reminding me that it was an illusion.

“This isn’t real. You’re just a dream, a figment of my imagination,” I surmised, confident I would soon jolt awake.

She inched closer until her hand snuck under my sheet and traveled up my hairy leg until her fingers wrapped around my still-hard cock. “Does this feel like it’s imaginary?” she asked, giggling.

Utter confusion gripped me as tightly as Mom’s hand squeezed my prick. Uncertain of what question to ask first, Mom softly spoke, “Yes, it’s me dear. I’m your mother from twenty years in the future.”

While she continued to stroke my cock, I resisted the urge to move her hand away. It felt too good and if it was a dream, I wanted it to last as long as possible. Remembering the lighted portal, I incredulously asked, “Time travel is possible in twenty years?”

She chuckled and replied, “No, of course not. Someone from the far future contacted me and asked for my assistance. It appears the timeline experienced a hiccup and they enlisted my aid in repairing it.”

With her other hand, she flipped my sheet off and sat on the edge of the bed. Gripping both her hands around my cock, she twisted her hands in opposite directions in the way I cherished most. I couldn’t help myself from moaning with pleasure.

Noticing my puzzled look from her cock caressing, she explained, “Don’t be shocked by my actions. It’s part of my assignment to ensure everything is functioning correctly in this time period. Trust me, sweetie. Close your eyes and allow me to continue.”

Dream or not, I wasn’t about to interrupt one of my fantasies from coming to fruition. She expertly stroked and stimulated my cock as if she’d been doing it for years. Her fingers knew the most sensitive areas, and it wasn’t long before my heart raced and my breath quickened. One of her delicate hands cradled my balls, gently squeezing them, while the other twisted my bloated crown, sending waves of pleasure through my system.

“Oh, Mom,” I groaned, as her hand rapidly pumped my slippery, shiny cock. “I’m going to cum.”

“Let it out, dear,” she softly implored, aiming my cock toward my head. My cannon erupted, sending streams of milky-white cream into the air, splattering onto my chest and stomach. I grunted with each spurt as Mom milked my spitting cock.

“Jesus, that was good,” I gasped. “I still don’t know if this is real, but that was the best cum I’ve ever had.”

“Thank you, dear,” Mom replied with a slight giggle. “I’m real all right and from the copious amount of sperm, I can be assured this part of the timeline is intact.”