Olya

This is something I have been planning for years now. Ever since I was given a "gift". Not sure from who or why the gift was given but I knew roughly what the gift entailed and what I was allowed and not allowed to do with it. I was sent back in time to December of 1994 to the morning I woke up having returned from my church mission to Moscow Russia. I woke up as I did before to the flash of my Mom taking my picture as I slept. There were already some obvious changes. I still looked like me but in better physical shape than I had ever been. It was like I was an idealized version of me. Beyond that I suddenly knew things. Lots of things.

Science. Math. Economics. History. Languages. All types of useful knowledge and skills right at my finger tips. Not just up to my current time in 1994 but in the next 26 years in the life I lived before and in detail I couldn't possibly have managed before. I also understood that I had "special" skills. I could influence others, what they thought, felt and did. I could even make physical changes to their appearance. I did not know how I could do this but I just knew I could. I also knew that some things weren't allowed. I couldn't mess with the larger world history. I wouldn't be allowed to take over the world and did not want to anyway. I couldn't prevent disasters or wars. I could however make drastic changes that directly impact me.

Seems ridiculous, I get it. I don't know why it is happening. Some sort of experiment or cosmic prank of a higher being? Let us throw this out there and see what he does with it? Maybe I am insane and living in some kind of fantasy? Really don't know. After a few twinges of conscience, I decided to make the most of it. My thoughts turned almost immediately to Olya. I had stopped doing so for years but my fresh start had...potential. Olya the first time around had been a young woman when I was a 19-year-old missionary serving in Moscow. Matured physically quite young and we wrote back and forth and eventually married when she was 19.

Of course, it turned out she was using me for a green card. Stayed with me a couple of years before seeking a divorce. I protected her from INS (who really wanted to deport her, she often rubbed people the wrong way) and whored her way around Brazil for a while before settling in New England. I thought about just leaving her alone, since I could have anyone now but, in the end, my more vindictive side won out. While I got my overall affairs in order I began to "prepare" her. Wrote to her as before but began a slow process of improving her physically. Between now at 18 and 19 she would grow into a sex pot. Perfect skin. Blond Hair. 34d, tight waist and gorgeous ass. Totally faithful to me as I reinforce her belief that I am the key to the life she wants.

I also start working on her mom. Turning back the clock. Firming her up and smoothing out imperfections of age. Implanting a guilty attraction to her daughter and a series of recurring sex dreams about both Olya and Me. Nothing she'd act on but planting seeds for the future. Also, since I am not a complete dick, I alter Olya's stepfather. The KGB Colonel will drink less and be nicer and cause in general much fewer problems.

All that was laying groundwork for the future. In the here and now it was time to set myself up. With my persuasive gifts and my memory of the previous timeline I began networking with people I know could make me money. I influenced a $20k gift from my grandparents as seed money. From day trading and flipping houses I began to multiply my money. My memory of stock prices was frankly unnatural. I was certified as a Russian translator and had steady income from that. Over the next 18 months I bought and sold 12 houses and kept another two houses and a couple of duplexes (4 units). I had purchased with cash a loft in San Francisco on a discount.

I was all set to return to Moscow as a conquering hero. While it had been a busy 18 months, it wasn't all work either. I was practicing with my new abilities. I was networking on steroids, building contacts with venture capitalists that I knew were going to hit big. Besides my big investment in Apple, I would be in on the ground floor of Google, Amazon and PayPal in the next few years.

I also made sure to have a pretty woman or two in my bed every night. Nothing serious, several friends with benefits and some one-offers here and there. Lots of fun and I wanted both the experience and the confidence that came with it. Olya was still the goal. I liked to go for extremely strong and confident women, particularly feminists. I loved turning them into submissive sluts. Call me a misogynist all you want; nothing was more fun than turning someone with a "women are the master race" attitude to "how can I get and please a man". Also had a kink for bisexual women. Or more accurately turning straight women bisexual. April was someone I used frequently as well as my friend's sister Theresa. Megan, easily the prettiest girl in high school, was trained to be a dominatrix.

I got off the Finn Air flight to Moscow and made my way through customs. Olya had come to greet me alone at the airport. Together we got a taxi to my apartment that her parents had helped me find and I had rented for the next six months. Olya was always pretty but now she was stunning. Long straight blond hair. Grey eyes. Smooth, perfect skin. Sexy, little bubble ass. Firm, proud D cup tits. She was dressed in a flowery summer dress with crossed straps held on by little metal hand snaps. The second we were in the door, and I set my luggage down, I was all over her.

Turning up her arousal, I pinned her hard to the wall and kissed her. One hand up her dress firmly gripping her ass and the other pinching her nipple through her dress. Biting her ear and telling her how badly I had wanted her all this time. I pulled the dress over her head, she resisted slightly but gave in to steady pressure. I lifted her off the ground and wrapped her legs around me as I continued to kiss her and rubbed my body against her cunt. I got her moaning and gasping before setting her down on her feet. Gentle pressure on top of her head sent her to her knees as I unbuckled my belt and pulled out my cock. My hand in her hair I pulled her close and told her to kiss me. Hesitantly she did. I told her to stick out her tongue and I guided her to licking along my shaft. She didn't resist but there were tears in her eyes as I slipped my cock between her lips. I fucked her face until I came in her mouth and had her swallow every drop. Of course, me being me, I gave her a huge orgasm for having my cum in her mouth.

I patted her on the head, called her a good girl. I gave her some money and told her to go shopping for food while I cleaned up and showered from my flight. I planted a suggestion in her mind that she was happy to serve me and to hurry back. I thought about taking her in the shower, but we had time. Plus, I wanted to establish my control from the very beginning. The shower was refreshing, and I was unpacking when she got back with groceries. After she has put them away, she hesitantly started to talk about what had just happened. I told her talking can wait and to be quiet. I ordered her to take off all her clothes but to leave on her shoes. To put her hands behind her head, her elbows out to the side. To slowly turn around in place. God she was so sexy. I asked her if she is on the pill. She blushed, looked down and said no. I told her she needs to see that taken care of and that for now we would find other ways to entertain each other.

I told her to come sit in my lap. No, not like that. Facing me with her legs to either side. I kissed her breasts and teased her nipples, tracing them with my tongue. She made little moaning sounds, and I called her a sexy little slut. Told her she belonged to me now. All the way ramping up her desires and bodily reactions. I had her pleading incoherently and shaking violently. I turned and tossed her on the bed and kneeled above her. My cock above her face, her eyes glassy she again mutters, "Please." I rub my dick over her face, slapping her with it a couple of times before shifting down her body. Holding her tits firmly I thrust back and forth between them saying her name and telling her she is mine. I cum all over her chest, neck and face. Scooping some cum up with my thumb I stick it in her mouth and have her suck as she trembles with another orgasm.

We had time for another a quick shower and gave her body a thorough exam. Knowing how it always freaked her out at the mere thought I played with her ass and did not let her pull away. I let her keep her feelings about it but made sure she felt immense pleasure from first my finger and then my tongue. Then we quickly dressed and took the Metro and bus back to her family's apartment. Her stepfather was somewhere for work, so it was Olya, her Mom, and me. Olya's Mom was a treasure. She had Olya young and by even high Russian standards was considered a sex bomb. First time around age and moderate weight gain had taken a bit of shine off but still sexy. Now, however, she is a MILF wet dream. Double DDs over a tight waist and a Kardashian ass. Wasn't making a move there yet. She looked like Christina Hendricks with close cut blonde hair.

I was keeping her in a state of constant arousal and constant flashes in her mind of various sex acts with me in front of her daughter. Frankly I was curious if over time I could make her take the final step on her own. To add to it, she'd get hornier after each orgasm and could only finish while thinking about me. She was a trooper and kept up conversation but was flushed. Olya in her own way was jumpy, subconsciously worried her mom would somehow know what we did.

It was a good meal for me and then I bade them good night and traveled home. I planned to take Olya shopping the next day.

We did go shopping. I bought her clothing, lingerie and jewelry. It was nice to be able to spend freely on her. My feelings on her were complicated. I loved her the first time, but I know she used me to get to America. I was older, I should have known better then but I was a shy kid and trusting. Not so much of either now. This time would be different. She was mine and mine forever and would have a chance to pay off the sins of her counterpart. It was a normal day of talking and getting to know each other again. I wanted her to have fun. Still, I kept her on a razor edge sexually. Aroused, horny imagining sucking my cock right there in the store for the world to see. All the while I behaved, for now, as the perfect gentleman. Let her leave her purchases at my apartment and took her to dinner than home. Gave her a chaste peck on the cheek and left her confused and horny. I wanted to see if I could make her be the one to initiate. Considered making her beg but would decide when I saw what she did.

Went out that evening to a strip club, had a little fun and collected some phone numbers. There was this hot redhead, Odalis, that I eventually wanted to seduce Olya. However, I went home alone in case Olya comes by early. Step by step. Didn't want to spook my prey. The plan was to slowly lead her down the path to whoredom. When Olya does arrive that morning, well, she is dressed to impress. Modest church girl that she was, she didn't have any truly slutty clothing, but she had on shorts and a top that was just a bit too small. She kept touching my arm and sitting close and suggesting we stay home and talk. I pretended to be confused saying we can talk while we are out and there is so much to do and see. She got frustrated but didn't, couldn't say what she really wanted.

I asked her what we can do here that we can't do while we are out? She said she wanted us to be alone. Why? Olya, if you want something you are going to have to say it. Blushing bright red, she said she wanted to be alone with me again. She wanted to do more of what we did before. I got up and ran my thumb along her bottom lip, Olya you have to say the words. You want my cock? She looks down and nods her head slightly. No Olya, look me in the eye and ask me nicely.

"May I please have your cock?"

Good girl. Now come take it out. That's it. Hungry little cocksucker. So sexy on your knees. This is what you are best at. You were born to worship on your knees. You are going to be such a good fuck toy. Make me cum in your mouth. Make sure you get every drop. I know you want it you little whore. I love the little gagging sounds as I fuck your throat. Does your mom know what a horny little slut she raised? I held her head in place. I filled her mouth with cum. I pulled her up on her feet and kissed her hard as I started pulling off her clothes and carrying her to my bed.

For the next hour I kissed and explored with my tongue every inch of her body. I brought her close to orgasm repeatedly and then dialed back before bringing her close again. I finally brought her over the edge with my tongue in her cunt and a finger in her ass. With her reduced to a sweating, shaking mess I do not let her relax. I go and get a small vibrator that attaches to the end of my finger. I lay in bed with her on top, hand playing with her nipple as the other vibes her clit. As she shudders in my arms, I ask her questions. What she likes, doesn't like. Her fantasies. She admits that she has been curious about kissing a girl before. That she thought about kissing her friend, Irina. While I masturbate her, I tell her to imagine Irina between her legs licking her pussy. I ask her if she thinks her mom is sexy. She says yes but she says she doesn't think about her like that. I laugh and say she is lying. I hold her tight as she tries to stand, and the tears start to flow. Imagine your mom. Imagine her in the shower, playing with those fantastic tits and pussy and you are spying on her. I make sure she is seeing exactly that in her head.

Mommy is so sexy you start to touch yourself as you watch her. You are going to orgasm thinking of your hot mommy. Just at the edge, she looks up sees you naked and masturbating for her and she smiles. Just as I say this Olya has a screaming orgasm. I kissed Olya. Told her she is so damn hot. That was so good. She was crying and guilty. I told her she really turned me on. That I liked her perverted mind. I liked that she was a dirty slut. We were going to have so much fun because of it. Good girls are boring. Being a slut is so much more fun. She was a smart, capable women and a whore. To me that's perfect. You must be honest, Olya.

When I told you to think of Irina licking you, did you? Yes. Do you want It Olya? Do you want her? Yes. Have you seen your mother naked before? Yes. Were you picturing her in your mind? Yes. Describe it to me. In detail. what you saw. What you felt. Be sexy.

"She was in the shower, eyes closed as water washed over her. Skin shinning as she washed herself. She started to spend more and more time on her breasts. She's leaning forward a little now fingering her clit, her other hand pinching her nipples and her mouth is open with a small smile. I am scared she will see me. I feel dirty. I am ashamed. But I can't stop my own hand from moving. I hear your voice and I feel dirtier knowing you are making me do this. When she looks at me, I want to die. I want to disappear, cease to exist. Instead, I am screaming and shaking so hard I almost fall. I see her eyes. Watching. Judging."

Pervert that I am that had me rock hard again and as she talked, I had her hand on my cock and guided her up and down slowly. Part of me was upset that I pushed so far, so fast. I wanted to go slowly. I wanted her to really feel the slow descent. I wasn't ready to be pushing bisexuality much less incest. The power and the sex get to your head pretty easily. I was going to have to be a bit more disciplined. But this was going to be fun to work with what I already started. With her mom already sexed up and thinking about it guiltily for a couple of years she is going to have to notice Olya starting to check her out and the little blushes with it. I'm just going to keep turning up the volume on her Mom's arousal and turning down Olya's ability to say no. Will see what happens.

When Olya goes home for the night, she has had a literal dozen orgasms and is totally wiped out. I apologize to her mother saying we ran all over today. Actually, I planted a suggestion in Olya to tell her Mom, after I am gone, we are having sex and that the next day she was going to the clinic to go on the pill. To awkwardly tell her mom she planned to offer her virginity to me. Even in the other timeline her mom was very much in favor of her daughter getting with an American. I found out later that Vera, Olya's mom, wanted to go with Olya to the clinic, but Olya wanted to go as an adult. That ended up working out well for me.

Early the next morning I got a visit not from Olya but from Vera. The moment I saw her I know I'm going to take advantage of this alone time but let her do what she came for. She told me she knew Olya and I had been "fooling around" and that Olya wanted to take things further. She wanted to know that I was serious. She wanted to know I wouldn't hurt her little girl. I told her I loved Olya. She was mine. Vera was a little taken aback by that last statement and asked about it. It took a lot of willpower not to bend her over a table and fuck her while telling her daughter gave herself to me. That Olya begged for my cock in the same spot I was fucking her mother. Instead, I told her not to tell Olya but I had a ring and was going to ask her later this summer. I was going to marry her daughter. Vera had always liked me and the idea of her daughter being able to live in America was a dream come true. I decided to pull on her heart strings a bit.

I explained that I had always been a shy kid and that I had never learned to dance. It wasn't something my mom would teach. I knew that Olya would want to dance at her own wedding. Would Vera be willing to practice with me? I get it. Cheesy cliché. Worn out trope from a bad romcom or porn. It is all those things for a reason. I had a hot, sexy woman pressed up against me with a perfectly innocent excuse to have her there. I was ramping up her hormones and thoroughly enjoying her when I took a calculated risk. I bumped an obvious erection into her thigh and jolted away from her with my eyes down as if it was an embarrassing accident. Stuttering an apology and saying I didn't mean to, I pretended not to notice her flushed face and chest or her long shuddering breath. She told me it was ok, only natural. I told her I didn't mean to disrespect her. She tried to show the humor of it and said she would have been insulted if my body hadn't reacted at all to her old bones. I told her no, she wasn't old, she was beautiful.

I'm really playing with her hormonal levels at this point. I think if I gave her even a slight indication of making the first move, she simply would not be able to contain herself. However, I was still determined to make her break first. To make her be the one to pursue sex with her daughter's man. Not today though. Not yet. I asked her if she is upset that I am getting intimate with Olya. I made it seem like I would have waited till marriage, but Olya was insulted and said if I really wanted her I would not wait. She said I am a good man and that she knew Olya can't be a little girl forever. She was surprised to hear that Olya was sexually aggressive with me. I looked away, pretending to be embarrassed and muttered just loud enough for her to hear, "You have no idea."

She suggests Olya and I spend the rest of today and the next two days apart, only talking by phone. The pills would be effective by then. It would also give us, Olya particularly, time to think it over. Then we could spend the next day together and the next day, having to return Olya by curfew that following night. Vera would make sure the stepdad was unaware of the "sleepover". Would also give me time, Vera said, to plan a special two days together and make it special. I smiled, thanked her and said we had a deal and I hugged her. As soon as she had left, I called Odalis and arranged to go over to her place. Smoking hot redhead with perfect tits. Also, as kinky as shit with none of it having to be introduced by me. Fucked like bunnies and then I got her working on my "special date" with Olya. She agreed to go and get the tickets for an Opera at the Bolshoi Theater and suggested a Chinese restaurant near the Red Square and that her name and a promise of a generous tip should get me a reservation. I gave her money and a shopping list for a few things only a native with her interests would be able to find and gave her Olya's size. Each night I talked to Olya who was being kept busy with chores by her mom with promises of more freedom for the rest of the summer. During the day I fucked and plotted with Odalis.