Who’s Your Daddy? Part 2

WHEN MOTHER NATURE TAUGHT HER SON THAT HE WAS NOT QUITE HIMSELF

The heavens and the earth must have merged into a surreal union that strange evening in 1992. An odd cosmic coitus drew nineteen-year-old Twila Mae and her two identical male companions of nearly the same age, one of whom she had only learned moments ago was named Eric Jay. The other must have been his twin brother, she thought, her cunt suddenly aching for them both. The cousins supposedly of her boyfriend John Tallin. The doppelgangers’ crotches revealed bulges under their clothing. One of them in pajamas, the other in his summer shorts.

Twila Mae again felt the incredible surge of supernatural electricity course through her bones and flesh as the alien lightning flashed again and again above the open green meadow. Arousal gripped her breasts and clitoris under her white dress. The sky embraced her soul, and she held it in her body as a chalice would keep a sacred wine.

This surreal moment was not a dream, however, as she watched the two young identical men become captivated by her natural beauty—the smooth tan skin, the pleasant curve of her womanhood, the full bronze hair, the red fingernails and toenails, and the bright blue eyes. She had wanted to fuck her boyfriend John Tallin, but he never showed up that evening.

The doppelgangers, too, must have sensed the incredible white rush of bright, the rapid power from the odd lightning storm that evening. She could never forget their faces and the looks of desire for her that they soon betrayed. But she did not yet know that they comprehended something more profound, that she was their future mother, that they somehow had been transported mysteriously into the past. Unbeknownst to her, both time travelers were also her son from the future at different times. But a glimmer of knowledge from a strange dream began to swell up deep from within her.

The two Eric Jays from the future realized in the fog of the moment that Fate intended quite something else for them this day, a sexual encounter at the nexus of life and death, between existence and the void. One of them would father themselves–himself really. Just as they had planted seeds in their mother’s garden in the future, here in the past they would spill their human seed in her fertile womb, their mother. No, they would flood her hungry womb like the hot silt of the River Nile along its banks. Her sons teaming up on her, ready to father themselves–himself.

Twila Mae paused, then sitting down on the blanket, welcomed them both to her. She stared at them both, her lips slightly parted in anticipation for the sexual storm to follow. They were all in a euphoric haze as the light played with night and day and their bodies, minds and souls.

The increasingly horny doppelgangers looked at one another, initially mistrusting what they saw, eerie identical reflections of themselves, but when their eyes turned to her, they put aside their differences and followed what they had in common—the young redhead in the field, their soon-to-be mother whom they would fuck this evening in the field by the coulee.

“No sense in telling her,” the Eric Jay in the summer shorts said to the one in the pajamas.

“Telling me what?” she asked.

“That we want you,” the one in pajamas replied. “Our lives–our life–depends on it. I know it now.”

“Then come here,” she invited with a vague smile, a whisk of wind blowing her long, reddish hair. The lightning cast a weird glow on her now ravenous face.

The two Eric Jays obliged her, stepping in front of her as she reached out and pulled down their clothing below the waist. She set the clothes aside, as one of the Eric Jays took off his pajamas top. After playing with their erect penises that were crowned with purple mushroom heads and ready to explode, she proceeded to fellate them both in turn. Hungry girl she was now.

For a few moments, both Eric Jays almost believed that they had become virtually one person in front of her, reading each other’s thoughts and desires, sensing each other’s profound pleasures as their future mother sucked them off. Her soft, wet lips and warm tongue lapped over the rising and engorged shafts, her finger pressing at their bases, veins bulging, as they each took turns standing in front of her face, holding her head and hair closely to themselves, thrusting deep down her hungry throat.

His cock sticking out, one of the Eric Jay’s knelt down and brushed Twila Mae’s bronze hair across her face and shoulders. His mouth moved down her neck to her bosom. Meanwhile, the other Eric Jay lay down beside them, nosing and nibbling his way up her toned, tanned, smooth legs, up into her skirt and panties. As one of her future sons smelled her crotch, the other pulled down her dress top and suckled at her firm, cream-colored breasts and pinkish nipples. Tingles of pleasure ran up and down her spine as they did so, especially when they both kissed her belly.

Her clothing was soon removed, her trembling naked body exposed to them in full glory. They made determined love to her body, touching, kissing, licking, tasting, and smelling her, all over.

Finally, it was time to break the seal of space and time, the doppelgangers agreed, as they performed their magic on their mother Twila Mae. One of the Eric Jays moved quickly and lay her back gently on the blanket, entering between her spread thighs. He stared down to gaze at the amazing sight of his young, naked future mother under him awaiting penetration. He noticed her bronze-hairy bush and the moist pink lips there as well. His cock eased into her, his buttocks pumping faster and deeper with each delicious thrust into her warm, moist vagina. She held onto him. The other watched for a moment, astounded to see himself fucking his mother and squeezing her breasts in third-person. The fucking intensified, her moans rising up in ever shorter bursts.

Indeed, heaven and earth had become one flesh. All of creation stood in silent awe as male and female joined together. Their love would soon become incarnate across space and time…

Just before he would need to climax, Eric Jay pulled out to savor the pleasure. Then the other Eric Jay took his place and plowed Twila Mae with equal ferocity and eagerness. He, too, held up. After getting up, he let her ride him and ride him. He sucked her tits as she bounced on top of him.

A swirl of light and dark, muffled whispers and breathing lurking in infinity. Twila Mae then mounted the other Eric Jay, showing no signs of favoritism between her sons. The shadow girl-become-woman rode both of the overwhelmed boys-become-men, grinding down on their thickly veined shafts as they lay on their backs. Her pouting bosom bounced in ecstasy, their hands reaching for her luscious fruits. Her boys from the future could not quite make out her face, as her lovely, long red hair fell across her intense expressions of orgasm and hunger for even more. It represented truly an ancient liturgy of sexual union between young lovers that echoed across eternity, never losing its potency or vitality.

…A trinity of lovers…a tangled mass of bodies and limbs and deep pleasure…. Time passed oh so quickly.

Through the strange late mist, in a green meadow approaching dawn, as the summer sun was about to break the boundary of night, the threesome was engulfed in rapture, enveloped in themselves and in each other. Their embraces embodied an incarnate trinity of lust, love and life—of the true life force itself. A strange murky twilight began to cover them as she fucked them both on the blanket out in the middle of the field…

Then she allowed them each to fuck her doggie-style on the blanket. The doppelgangers’ proud long snakes pounded her soft, wet pussy, their pelvises pounding against her firm ass, slapping the air out of her lungs. Her face sank into the blanket, mouth open, exhaling in short bursts, eyes shut tight, her feet curling as they mounted her over and over, enjoying the moment, pulling out just in time to drag out the pleasure.

Each of them proved excellent lovers to her, each similar in their manner of mating. Like healthy animals in rut, each of the sons thrust fast and hard up their mother’s juicy cunt from behind, holding her dangling tits as they fucked her from behind, and occasionally pulling her hair as if riding a pony.

Is this nirvana, both young men thought, is this heaven? Fucking my young, lovely mother from the past? With each thrust, as they shared her and pumped their slick cocks up into her from behind, they found themselves moving closer into her hungry, ravenous womb, awaiting entry into their shared personal tabernacle. Her cervix felt the full brunt of their cock tips now. All the mysteries rested within the strange young woman…

Twila Mae welcomed them both as they each took turns mounting her, plowing her wet pink folds, feeling her hips and tummy as well with eager and nimble hands. The intercourse accelerated, then eased up, then accelerated again. A perfect rhythm.

Then one of the sons turned her over, doing her missionary style. “Father yourself… Eric Jay…!” the mother gasped into her son’s ears, holding his naked flesh tightly to hers. Her eyes shared a glint of understanding now. A revelation had come to her from that odd dream only weeks ago in her time and place, in her world. Excited, he pumped his liquid life force deep into her, hot silt of millions of human tadpoles flooding her womb. A wave of pleasure enveloped them as it merged with the darkness that became light.

After that Eric Jay finished his business, he rolled off her exhausted. The other Eric Jay, even more aroused after watching his double fuck her, got on top of her and stared into her eyes. He desired to fuck the earth, plowing it deep with his seed…losing himself in the rapture. With each thrust, he imagined that he was in fact finding himself in his mom’s pussy, truly connecting with the divine, making himself incarnate inside her. As if by instinct, she wrapped her smooth legs around him, her toes curled in deep appreciation. Her hands gripped his shoulders. Beads of sweat ran down his back. The plowing of her wet, fertile fields was a sight to behold for the other Eric Jay who watched dreamily beside them.

Eric Jay knew that he would soon sire himself, his son, would make himself, his father, and indeed would create himself. It was Fate. What else could explain this phenomenon? Then as he groaned, overwhelmed, plowing fast and deep with growing confidence, his doppelganger’s deposited thick semen helped lubricate his shaft even more. He began to displace his predecessor’s ejaculate inside her with each thrust. His pleasure mounted to the point of becoming unbearable. He rammed up against her cervix. He wanted to split her open, possess her forever. Mommy….

“I’m gonna fuck my mom!” he thought wildly. His enthralled mind then raced back (or forward) in time to imagine what the older version of his mother looked like in her orange summer outfit “earlier” that “day.” That tight MILF ass of hers. He gazed at her young face as they both came.

Wishing to fuck his mom in the future as well, orgasmic Eric Jay cried out his mother’s name and let his people go to the promised land of her womb. Like a volcanic eruption deep inside his soul and body, he shot his thick, heavy load of millions of sperm, hot white fluid flowing far inside his mother’s dark salty-sugar cave. His seed clung to its walls, planted and packed firmly in her garden.

Twila Mae’s entire body quivered at that.

“Father yourself, Eric Jay…” she whispered almost ready to sleep. It was accomplished.

The sun began to rise over the land, oblivious to the ecstatic act of scandalous, yet beautiful, incestuous copulation that had just taken place between mother and son(s).

The sudden question in both Eric Jay’s minds arose. How did Twila Mae know who they were as they each came inside her?

Just as this powerful realization of familiarity sank in, the lightning of the mysterious wormhole transported the Eric Jays to their respective times.

Oddly, young Twila Mae, too, was displaced from her reality at that moment….

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Putting on her orange summer shorts and tank top that morning, Twila Mae heard a shuffling noise in her bathroom….

TO BE CONTINUED….

 

(Image Source: Forbidden Fruits Films)