Back to the Future: Marty Fucks Up

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Back to the Future: Marty Fucks UpWhat REALLY happened between Marty and Lorraine in her bedroom after Lorraine’s father hit him with the car…I woke up in a bed. In semi darkness. Through the window, I saw it was raining out. Heavy. I also saw someone standing there, gazing out the window. “Mom?” I said groggily. “Is that you?” The figure time toward me. “There, there now.” It was mom. “Just relax.” She put a cold washcloth on my forehead. “You’ve been asleep for almost 9 hours now.” “I had a… horrible nightmare,” I said. “I dreamed I… went back in time… It was terrible…” “Well,” Mom said, “You’re safe and sound in good old 1955.” My eyes flew open. “1955!” She turned on the light. I looked at her. My eyes went as I shot up in bed. It was my mother all right. But she was young. 3O years younger. And gorgeous, even in the old fashioned coat and dress. “You’re…” I almost blurted out ‘my mom’. “My name is Lorraine,” she said, playing with the button on her coat. A little nervous obviously. I guess she’d never been this close to a boy before… She pulled off her coat and let it drop onto the other bed she’d been sitting on, facing me.”Lorraine Baines.” She looked uncomfortable. I guess it was the way I stared at her. After all, she was my… I couldn’t help noticing her full, huge breasts under her loose-fitting, modest dress. She was so… slim compared to how she looked in 1985. “Just relax, Calvin, you got a big bruise on your head,” she said soft spokenly. I was ready to get out of bed when I realized my pants were gone! [Not to mention I was getting a boner] “Aah!” I exclaimed, wrapping the sheet back around my waist. Mom/Lorraine looked down as if embarrassed. “Where are my pants?” “Over there,” She pointed across the room, swallowing hard. “On my hope chest.” She returned her gaze to me. “I’ve never seen purple underwear before, Calvin…” Mom/Lorraine acted uncomfortable, but I had a feeling it was all a show. “Calvin…” I mumbled. “Why… why do you keep calling me Calvin?” I asked quizzically. “That is your name, isn’t it?” She asked. “Calvin Klein? It’s written all over your underwear.” She pulled back the covers to show me. I tried to stop her but it was too late. Mom/Lorraine saw my hard cock tenting my briefs obscenely. I drew back instinctively. She sat back down on the other bed, hands clenched together, smiling. It was kind of a nervous, uncomfortable/devilish but innocent smile. “Oh, I guess they call you Cal.” “No… Actually people… call me Marty.” “Oh,” she said, lowering her hands to her lap. I could’ve sworn I saw an inkling of hard nipple before her dress pulled away from her swollen mams. “Pleased to meet you, Calvin… Marty…” She slowly pushed herself up on her hands and sat next to me. “Klein.” “Ummm… Actually… Calvin Klein is the name of the person who makes stuff like underwear… He’s, ummm, famous where I come from…” “Where that’s?” “Ummm, far away…” “Oh,” Mom/Lorraine said. “Do you mind if I sit here?” She asked innocently. “No… Fine… No… Good… Fine… Good…” I mumbled. She smiled. “That’s a big bruise you got on your head.” She reached out to touch it. But I could tell she was really interested in something else that was big.”Ummm… Lorraine… If you don’t mind me saying… Well, I don’t think it’s my bruise that’s on your mind,” I said. Mom/Lorraine gasped, turned red, and looked down. “I’m not a bad girl, Marty… Honest…” “No one’s saying you are,” I assured her, putting my hand on her shoulder. She looked up at me and smiled. “Thank you.” “Have you, ummm, ever seen, you know, actually seen one?” “Oh, no! tuzla escort Not me!” She sputtered, turning red again. “I’m sorry, I lied. That’s not true. I, ummm, saw my brother’s… And, oh, boy, this is embarrassing, I, ummm, saw my father’s, you know… too. You won’t tell anyone, will you?” I smiled. “Scout’s honor.” “Ummm, Marty,” She began. “Yours… you know, yours is bigger. And it’s hard!” “Ummm, well, it likes you,” I replied. She giggled. “I know it’s wrong, but… can I see it, Marty? Can I?” “What if we get caught?” I asked. “Don’t worry, we won’t,” She assured me.”Okay then,” I said. “But I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” She blushed darker. “No one’s seen my secret garden before…” But she rose up, lifted her dress to her waist, and pushed down her slip and panties. She sat back down, one leg on the floor, the other stretched out on the bed, her hand holding her dress down against her ‘secret garden’. “You won’t tell?” “Never,” I said. Mom/Lorraine leaned back a little, then lifted her dress up. I gasped. “It’s beautiful!” And hairy. That I liked a lot. I stood up and hauled down my briefs. My hard cock sprang back up, pointing right at her, who gasped at the sight as I sat back down. “Wow!” Mom/Lorraine gloated. “I know it’s wrong, but I can I touch it, Marty? This is so wrong, but I can’t help myself…” “Go ahead,” I said, leaning back. Looking so innocent, considering what she was doing and was cant to do, I could tell she really was a ‘good girl’, and it wasn’t just the way Mom/Lorraine looked at me the moment I gave consent. She exuded innocence.But I stopped thinking about all that the very instant that her small hand wrapped around my cock [or tried to]. I’d never had anyone touch me sexually until that moment… “Oh!” Mom/Lorraine gasped, then smiled. “It jumped in my hand! I can still feel it, like my heartbeat when I was on the rollercoaster at the fair last month!” “It’s throbbing,” I told Mom/Lorraine. “And you’re making it throb.” “Oh!” She said, taking her hand off of my cock. “I’m sorry. I-I… didn’t know…” I put one hand on her hand and the other under her chin so we were eye-to-eye. “It’s all right. That’s a good thing, Lorraine,” I assured her. I put her hand back on my cock. “Oh!” Mom/Lorraine said. She looked down at my throbbing cock. “Oh! Look at that!” Pre-cum oozed from the slit. Before I knew it, Mom/Lorraine ducked her head down and lapped up the leakage! “It tastes good!” She cooed. “And so does your thing…” She put her mouth back over the head of my cock and worked more and more of it into her warm, inviting mouth.I couldn’t believe my mother, a good and proper his in the 1950s, was giving me a blow job, my first blow job in fact! It felt so fucking good! I slid a hand under Mom/Lorraine’s dress and cupped her womanhood. Her juices permeated her thick forest of pubes. She moaned around my cock. My other hand kneaded her huge tits through her dress. I wanted to feel the real thing but I didn’t want to distract her from her mouth action. It was hard to believe my mother had such huge tits! She must wear those minimizer bras back in 1985 I guess! It’s hard to tell hidden under her dress, at Mom/Lorraine has got to be at least a DD-cup! Her nipple was hard poking into my palm. I tried to pinch it though her dress and bra but couldn’t get a good grip on it. I pressed my hand into her pussy, which was dripping all over my hand. She was moaning louder around my cock now, sucking it with vacuum force, her head flying up and down my length. “Oh, yeah,” I grunted as I let go of my mother’s tit and grabbed onto the headboard.Mom/Lorraine’s tuzla escort bayan mouth felt great around my cock; I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out. She began rubbing her pussy against my hand. She was so hot and wet down there. I slid my forefinger inside her. Mom/Lorraine practically jumped when I did that. Her pussy felt like an oven and it was so tight. It took some work but I got my middle finger in also. I felt her body convulse. I pumped my fingers in and out of Mom/Lorraine’s hairy, wet pussy and she seemed to suck my cock harder. Her convulsions were stronger, too, as was her moaning, which vibrated through my cock. Suddenly her body stiffened, her pussy clamping down on my fingers. She was practically screaming around my cock the vibrations were so intense. Through her powerful orgasm, Mom/Lorraine never stopped sucking my engorged cock. I slipped my fingers out of her pussy, bringing my hand up to the one gripping the headboard, and gripping my wrist [I figured it was better to get her juices on me than the headboard, or on her dress or hair.I’d have loved to have held onto her hair at that moment]. “Oh, my turn!” I grunted. “Get ready to swallow, Lorraine!” Her eyes went wide as I said the words, then the next moment, I was filling her mouth with my white, thick jizz. She swallowed as quickly as I blew blast after blast of my hot spunk into her equally hot mouth. When I finished spurting, Mom/Lorraine kept sucking my cock until it was clean of jizz. She looked up at me. “Wow!” She mumbled, looking back down at my cock. “I-I… can’t believe I did that…” “You did,” I grinned. “I know,” She said, looking up at me. Such an innocent face, making it hard to believe it was her who just gave me the blow job. “But it was…” “Wrong?” “Yeah,” she said. “It was wrong, but… it was fun,” Mom/Lorraine grinned. “I can’t believe I enjoyed it!” I pulled her up and kissed her. She returned the kiss. When we broke the kiss, she had a strange look on her face. “What wrong?” I asked. “I don’t know…” She began. “When I kissed you… It was like… kissing my brother. I guess that doesn’t make much sense, does it?” Mom/Lorraine looked at me sheepishly. “Maybe it makes repeat sense,” I replied. Then I kissed her. “If you were my sister, I wouldn’t mind being in this situation with you.” “Me neither,” she said breathily. Then she initiated the third kiss. When she broke the kiss she realized my cock was still hard in her hand. “Doesn’t it ever get, you know, not hard, Marty?” “It likes you, Lorraine,” I said. “Just like I do.” She blushed. “I like it, too. And I like you.” “Do you want to…” “Do more?” She finished. I looked at her closely. She was so beautiful. So innocent. My young mom. I wanted to ‘do more’. She nodded. “I do. I know it’s wrong, but I don’t want to stop. At least not yet.” She kissed me again. I stood up and pulled off my t-shirt. She laid back on the bed, dress pulled up above her waist. Again her face looked so innocent, but her body offered a different invitation. “Will the bed make a lot of noise they can hear downstairs?””I guess,” She said. “And I don’t know if it’ll hold our weight,” she grinned. “I’ve got a better idea,” I said, helping her up. Standing her right between the 2 beds, I told her to turn around and leaned forward. I pushed her dress back above her waist, onto her back. Her butt was beautiful, in proportion to her body if not her huge tits. I cupped her pussy from behind, still wet from her orgasm and getting even wetter. I moved my palm up and down, spreading her juices, even up her butt crack. Mom/Lorraine sighed. Grasping escort tuzla my hard cock, I guided the head to the lips of her hot, wet hole. I let it slide up and down her slit, making her groan. Finally I slid into her warm envelopment. The walls of her pussy tightened around my shaft. I hadn’t gone that far in when I’d fingered her but as I put my hands on the sides of Mom/Lorraine’s butt I slid where my fingers had explored. I was surprised not to run into her cherry. She must have lost it accidently but that wasn’t important just then.Mom/Lorraine clasped her hands over mine as I proceeded to slide in and out of her at a steady pace. “You’re filling me up! Oh, wow!” She gasped. “So deep… Oh… Oh…” My mother was pretty small and tight so filling her [which I could do] wasn’t much of a feat. Not only was she tight, her pussy seemed to suck me in, too. I knew Mom/Lorraine was feeling good, but she wasn’t very vocal about it. A lot of little ‘oh! oh!’s was about it. She was breathing heavy, too. She’d already had one orgasm. She started thrusting back to meet my forward motion.When my body crashed into hers it made a pretty good smacking noise against her medium-sized butt. I let go of Mom/Lorraine’s butt with one hand and ran my forefinger along her butt crack. It was already soaked with our sweat and her juices. My finger slid easily into her butt hole. Mom/Lorraine sighed. Eventually I was able to get my middle finger in, too, and she gasped. I returned my hand to the side of her butt and brought my dry hand underneath her to cup her tit.Mom/Lorraine unbuttoned her dress to the waist with one hand and tugged her flimsy old fashioned bra up above her tits so they tumbled out. I felt my mother’s naked tit for the first time, firm, but soft, hard nipple long and think jutting from her huge tit. “Your hand feels nice,” Mom/Lorraine spoke up. “And you feel good inside me, but you can’t get me pregnant.””I thought about that,” I replied, for more important reasons than she did. “That’s why I have something else in mind.” I pulled out of her. I steadied her with one hand and as my other guided my cock to her butt hole. The head popped right in along with almost half of my cock. She sighed. “I guess I won’t have to worry about getting pregnant anymore…” “Nope,” I grunted as I slowly slid in and out of her. Her anus willingly accommodated the intrusion of my cock. Inch-by-inch, her brown hole swallowed my anal until I was fully in Mom/Lorraine’s butt, my nuts slapping against her pussy as I began to fuck her butt.Moaning and writhing, she really got into getting her no-longer-virgin butt hole fucked. Mom/Lorraine gasped and grunted a bit louder but fortunately not too loud. Gripping one of her hips, I reached under her again and kneaded one of her huge bouncing breasts. Breathing heavy, Mom/Lorraine had several more orgasms as I slammed in and out of her butt, building up momentum all the while. She was still pretty tight back there as I pumped into her fully. I felt my orgasming approaching and grunted as I began shooting my load deep up my mother’s butt as she came once more. We were catching our breaths when a voice called out from downstairs; “Lorraine, are you up there?” She quickly slid off of my cock and spun around. “Oh, fuck, it’s my mother!” She hissed. She ran over and grabbed my pants. “Quick!” She as she threw them to me. “Put your pants back on!” As I threw them on she tugged her bra back down and buttoned her dress back up. She slipped her panties back on and smoothed out her dress. As Mom/Lorraine slipped from the room smiling I began to think about what I’d just done. Now that I wasn’t thinking with my cock anymore I realized I’d really fucked up. I needed to get out of here and find Doc fast! Hopefully meeting my parents wouldn’t fuck up the future. I hope… THE END

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