Inspired by the British film "About time".
During my 21st birthday party, my mother told me in private that women in our family can travel back in time. She also informed me that whatever had occurred had occurred. So, no matter what I changed during my trip to the past, everything would be back to how it was before, once I left the session. It was essentially the same as playing the game without saving. As a result, there were no consequences.
I thought my mother had gone insane. But she asked me to try it out. It was frightening at first. But she informed me all about the rules. The rules were simple.
1. I need to be in a dimly lit area, such as a closet. Close my eyes and visualize the moment I'd like to visit. I'll be there as soon as I open my eyes.
2. Whatever period I travel to, my age would change according to the year.
3. I could only travel back to my past. I couldn't go to my future or the 18th century or beyond that and fight dinosaurs.
4. However, there was a loophole to rule three and go beyond my birthdate. It was called Hitchhiking. I could hitchhike with my grandmother, aunts, and my mom. They could take me to the years from their birth. Obviously, because of the glitch, I would appear to be the same version of myself in the present, while they would appear to be a younger version of themselves at whatever time they transport me.
Regardless of how unbelievable it was. I was eager to give it a shot. I left my party and went into my bedroom closet and then I closed my eyes.
Boom.
When I opened it again, I was completely taken aback. I was still in the same closet, only this time I was wearing the same dress I wore for a prom. I started freaking out because I wished I could go back to my prom and relive the moment. And It happened.
I lifted my floor-length red gown as I exited the bedroom and dashed down the steps to meet my mom. I dragged her away from my dad and my brother and informed her about everything that just happened. She just chuckled and encouraged me to enjoy my prom once again. Because this one doesn't have any consequences. No bedtime curfew. No rules for drinking. I could do whatever I want and it wouldn't mess up my future.
So I decided to have some fun and give my prom date what he had wished for all those years ago. I had agreed to let him take me to the motel. He jumped on me from behind as soon as we entered and began kissing me on the neck. It felt bizarre. Because 21-year-old me had a lot of sex experience. However, being back in an 18-year-old body, it felt like I was witnessing those kisses for the first time.
We kissed and groped at each other for a while. And then he pushed me onto the bed. He began lifting my dress while I was laying on the bed. While he was raising my dress, he was kissing all over my legs and inner thighs. When he reached the zone, he looked up at me as he grabbed my underwear and yanked it down in a flash.
When he saw me in all my glory, he lost his romantic vibe of being slow and sensual, and he started undressing his pants. He took a condom from his pocket and ripped it open.
"Do you need any help?" I asked when I noticed him struggling to get that condom on his manhood.
I would let him do bareback but he would freak out about the possibility of knocking me up. I wasn't looking for any drama right now. So I decided to help him wear that condom.
I snatched it from his grasp and placed it on the tip of his dick. I put that condom on using my mouth talents. He gave me a startled expression. We were both aware that we were virgins. Nonetheless, he was astounded by my abilities. Time travel deserved all of the credit.
He lubed my pussy with his tongue and slid his dick in. Of course, it was awkward. Since it was his first time, he was trying hard to perform well but he couldn't even last three minutes. He laid beside me, breathing hard. I was glad that this was not how my virginity had been lost.
That was my cue to leave. I rushed to the restroom. Without the lights on, the room was dark enough for me to time travel. I closed my eyes and wished to return to the present.
When I opened my eyes, I was wearing the same dress I had worn to my 21st birthday party. I had returned to the present.
My mother assured me that there would be no consequences. But I wanted to double-check. So I tried to get in touch with my prom date, and oh boy! He was still enraged with me after all these years for not sleeping with him. Only if he'd been aware of my recent trip into the past.
I started having a good time with it. I had been returning to my past, revisiting all of the events in a new light. I used to hitchhike with my mother from time to time. We would mess up with her exes. Sometimes we'd tease them and not give them what they wanted. My mother soon revealed her nasty side to me. She would go back in time and have sex with different men on occasion. Like my dad's friends, her co-workers, etc... I was mad at her at first but it was easy to succumb to the temptation when there weren't any consequences.
Soon we started messing with the men in our lives. She'd even let me fool around with my dad's friends, who I thought was very hot. Seeing the lust in their eyes when they fucked me was so addictive.
I asked my mom "So, where do you wanna take me today?"
My dad and brother went to the movies. It would take them nearly three hours to return home. So, my mother and I could go back in time, have some fun, and then return to the present, before they could come back.
After a long thought, my mom put her book down to answer me and said, "Do you have anything in mind?"
I'd been wanting to ask her this for a long time, but I wasn't sure how she'd react. I mean, our relationship was so complicated. We did a lot of crazy things together, yet there were some places we haven't explored together.
"So, I don't want you to judge me?" I added, a little nervously.
"Alright," she said, sitting up straight on the couch, aware that this was a serious situation.
"So, you remember the last time we went to dad's office party?" I said.
She nodded.
I continued, "So... This was something I haven't told you before."
I blurted out, "I saw dad jerking off to me when he caught me having sex with Martin."
Martin was dad's boss. I slept with him when I hitchhiked with mom for the dad's office party.
"What? Are you sure you saw him doing that?" She inquired.
I nodded.
I added, "I have been having crazy dreams about dad since that session. So do you think...maybe... you know... take me to the time when you guys worked together. You know... before you guys started dating?"
My mother's cheeks became flushed. She was attempting to comprehend what I had just said. I just asked my mom to take me back in time so that I could have sex with my dad.
"Well. We were past judging each other. Right?" She chuckled and added,
"But you could do it yourself. Why do you want us to go that far back in time?"
"Yeah. I know. I could just go back to last week and try to convince him to sleep with me. But It was awkward. So I thought it would be helpful and easy when he doesn't know who I am."
"Well. Alright, I guess."
She got up off the couch, adjusted her black nightdress and white sweater. We both went to the closet. We held our hands together and closed our eyes.
BOOM.
When I opened it, we were standing in the trail room. I figured it was my grandfather's clothes store, where my mother and father worked in their early twenties. I was still dressed in black jeans and a white sweatshirt with a crimson round-neck t-shirt. I looked at my mother when I turned around. Her beauty astounded me. I wasn't still used to it. It was strange to witness your mother deage 25 years in the blink of an eye. Her skin was smooth and free of creases. Her hair was a shade blonder than it was today. She was petite, like me, and dressed in a blue collared t-shirt with a shop logo on her chest and grey jeans that hugged her butt and thighs tightly.
Even though her boobs were perky, the logo on her left boob was being pushed out by it. Even though she was gorgeous, that clothing made her look incredibly seductive. Throughout all of our adventures, we never had the same guy with us at the same time. I hadn't seen her naked yet.
My mom caught me staring at her in awe.
With a proud smile on her face, she asked, "Where do you think you got your beauty?"
"Oh, god mom. You were in your prime in your twenties." I gave her credit.
"Thanks, hun," my mother murmured, blushing. "You are in fantastic shape as well."
I smiled.
We exited the trail room. The shop was hardly crowded because it was 8 p.m. There were perhaps four or five people in the shop looking at the clothes. My grandfather was conversing with one of the customers. He hadn't yet gone entirely bald. It was simply a receding hairline.
And then I saw my dad. He was taller and leaner back then than he was now. He was so adorable with his glasses on, and he wasn't at all muscular. It was just a lean, natural body. His height was what gave him a cute appearance. My dad used to work part-time there while writing a book. At that time, he was working on his debut novel. Martin helped him publish it.
He was in the middle of a conversation with another client.
