December 9th, 1975

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1 year, 9 months later

“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. This is Journal Print, here delivering you all the news this morning and midday to the fine people of Monroe County, Michigan. This morning, the temperature is a biting twenty degrees with a strong chance for flurries with a resulting two to three inches of snow. Exercise caution when out on the road and bundle up ‘cause the winter is only going to get colder. On another note, the president and his cabinet are still assessing the effects of five months ago after our withdraw from and subsequent end to the War in Vietnam. But, that’ll be the subject of this afternoon’s story. I’m Journal Print with Channel 7 News and we’ll be back shortly after a quick break.”

You sat on the couch next to Granny Smith, having your turn with cradling the son who became yours after you changed history—Bright Mac. Today just happened to be the giggling toddler’s first birthday and even if he was still a little to know what the word means, it didn’t mean you couldn’t bake something tasty during the celebration. It warmed your heart to see him dive face-first into the apple cake, as it showed he inherited his mother’s affinity for apples.

“Greedy little fella, ain’t he?” Granny chuckled, wiping Bright Mac’s face once he was done eating.

“Guess it can’t be helped. You told me big appetites have been in the Apple Family for generations,” you said, joining in the laughter. “Bright Mac here just proved he’ll be continuing that tradition.”

Honoring your promise to Granny Smith, you continued to watch over the child’s growth while at the same time, remembering exactly when it was that you left the present. With some difficulty, Granny Smith had moved the time machine into the barn like she said she would and it’s been kept hidden there for the last five years. To avoid problems for when you got back home, you were careful to keep your identity a secret in public.

You stepped into the barn wearing the same suit as you did when you arrived, and removed the big sheet that covered the time machine. Both Granny Smith and Bright Mac stood behind you, confident you wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye.

“Pa, is it time fer ya ta go?” your son sadly asked. You bent down to pat him on the head with a reassuring smile.

“I’m afraid so, big guy.” You gave him a kiss on his forehead. “But turn that frown upside down. I’ll be keeping that time machine close when I get back home. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“But pa, what about Christmas?”

“Don’t worry, sport. I promise I’ll be back for that. Tell you what. I’ll treat you and your mom to a nice dinner when I get back.” Scooping him up in your arms, you hugged your son. Not a tear fell from your eyes as you knew it wasn’t the end and your plan was clear as crystal. Yet, a lingering hint of sadness remained. You turned to face Granny Smith as the snow fell around you.

“Granny Smith, I hardly knew anything about the Apple family lineage, but I felt as though I messed it up somehow when I came here. But, no matter what, if I manage to fix things I’ll make sure you’ll have your happy ending.” Having said that, you got a nice kiss from the farmer, who knew she could trust you to keep your word.

“Ah don’t know da future, Calculus.” Granny Smith softly said, “But, whatever you have in mind, Ah know it’ll work.” Reaching into her coat, Granny Smith pulled out a locket and opened it. In it, was a picture of you, her, and Bright Mac at one years old. “If y’all are gonna stay in yer time, at least have somethin’ ta remember meh an’ Bright Mac by.” Putting it in your pocket, you gave her another hug.

“I’ll be back, I promise.” Exiting the hug, you knelt down to your son’s level and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Son, don’t cry. Daddy’s going to be gone just for a few hours. And when I come back, I’ll have a surprise that’ll make mommy happy.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

Saying your final goodbyes, you turned to the time machine and stepped in. With a sigh, you put in the date that you remembered like it was in the back of your head. All those years of staying behind didn’t dull your memory of that one bit. It was just half an hour of traveling through the timestream but you noticed something odd about it.

When you came out of the machine back to your time, you’d thought you’ll remain the same age as when you left 1979. However, for some reason, the machine reverted you back to the age as when you left. You were left in slight shock over how it was possible, but you got over it since you realized this would eliminate suspicions as to what happened. Remembering the songbook Derpy’s father wanted, you picked it up and headed back to your Jaguar. Before you turned the key, you got a text from Derpy.

“Calc, due to something that came up with my parents, the party will be delayed by a couple of hours.”

Way for providence to hand you some breathing space for your plan. You breathed another sigh of relief as you were handed an opportunity. Remembering a past friendship, you decided to make a call to a friend of yours, Sunset Shimmer. You asked her to meet you near Canterlot High. Hearing the tales of her homeland of Equestria, where magic exists, you figured there was some magic that can clone you. That was the easy part but the hard part was explaining it to her.

Sunset was in a bit of shock over your reasoning for requesting her aid and telling every bit of the story. However, after some pleading, she understood where you were coming from and respect your decision to set things right. Exiting the car, she escorted you through the mirror in the school’s statue to Equestria, her home.

You came out the other end into the residence of her friend Twilight’s home in a town called “Ponyville”. To your surprise, you were a pony like her, horn and all. Taking some time to get used to your change in the environment, you both came up with a plan. Sunset told you about a small pool in the Everfree Forest that can make a clone of yourself which you can bring back. Knowing she came from here and after the friendship games incident, you had very little doubt in her claims.

Much like its counterpart back home, the Everfree Forest had a strangely unnerving vibe to it as if were haunted. Fortunately, you didn’t get spooked so easily, but even so, you kept your guard up as you felt a creeping fear in the air. Sunset, knowing the lay of the land, guided you through the area without any trouble, with the exception of narrowly avoiding a hungry manticore.

Reaching the mirror pool, you took a deep breath as you felt the energy radiating from its waters. In a way, it was almost as if the pool was actually a living being. Upon Sunset’s instructions, you put one hoof in the pool and stared in awe at your reflection. You were still surprised that you were something other than human, but those thoughts were soon swept away by the presence of another pony.

At first, you didn’t know what to say as you were face-to-face with your clone. It was a weird experience to stare at a living, breathing, mirror image of yourself, voice and memories and all. But, you felt that there’ll be a risk of you being recognized by Applejack if you send him back. Differing with Sunset, she gave you a wink as she walked over to the clone. After all, she was the princess’s former protege and was capable of a lot of powerful magic spells.

“I think I can handle this,” she said, propping her hooves, “Let’s see if I remember this old trick Celestia taught me.” With a bright flash of her horn, she changed the appearance of your clone while leaving his voice and facial structure intact. You watched as his coat changed to a light blue color, and while his mane only grew a little longer, it became a grass green.

You hoped being a clone meant he would share your memory. “So... are we on the same page?” Humming, you clapped your hooves, grabbing your clone’s attention. “Okay, now, do you remember anything between 1974 and 1979?” It didn’t take long at all to get an answer.

“Of course I remember,” your clone responded to your delight. “Since we share a memory as clones, everything is still fresh in my mind. I couldn’t possibly forget our poor little Bright Mac’s face when we had to leave, nor could I deny how betrayed Granny Smith was with Concord Grape’s affair. Do I need to go on?”

It was a rhetorical question, as you were perfectly satisfied with your clone’s memory. Even so, you couldn’t have him using your real name if he was going to go back to the past to be a family with Granny Smith. “Okay, good. Now, you’re going to be using the name Azure Glide when you go back. Don’t worry, she’ll know what you’re talking about.” You turned to Sunset and nodded, “Hey, do you have a ring?” Sunset hummed to herself as she rubbed her temples for a bit.

“You know, I do actually have one in my purse back in your car.” Sunset said, “It was a thing I got from a friend that I had a falling out with. I’ve been looking for an excuse to get rid of that thing, but why now?” Winking at Sunset, she got the gist of your intent, “Ah, I get it.”

With that being said, the three of you made your way out of the mirror pool cave and sealed it off again. Heading back to Twilight’s castle, you took one last look around before you stepped through the portal with Sunset and your clone. When you got back, you were still in awe that you had set foot... or hoof, into another world. As much as you wanted to revel in such an experience, you had a timeline to fix and a clone who needed to be stuffed in a time box.

The moment you got home, you still had an hour to spare before the party began. Between bedding a woman in the past, fathering a child with her, and going to lengths to fix things, it had been a busy day for you. Knowing that Applejack was going to be there with some pastries, she’d be bringing her grandmother with her. The thought of confronting the one you changed history by getting involved with, was going to be heavy.

“So is it ready?” Azure Glide asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. You had paused from activating the time machine for what would be the last time. You and your clone have already agreed that he would destroy it once he had returned to Sweet Apple Acres.

“You got the ring?” you asked, wanting to be absolutely sure that things would go as you planned. From his seat inside the time machine, Azure Glide held up the small, but beautiful jewelry that he was going to make Granny Smith’s day with.

All that was left was to type in the date into the machine’s keyboard. Azure Glide slowly waved goodbye as the machine began to shake and you sighed as it vanished with a bright flash.

Almost immediately, your head was overloaded with years and years of memories of your clone living on Sweet Apple Acres. Some of the most prominent memories included: proposing to Granny Smith, attending Bright Mac’s wedding, and the day your son decided to set out on his own. It was a beautiful bunch of memories, but the strain of so many of them flashing before your eyes, caused you to fall to the ground, shocked and panting.

One such memory however, wasn’t very nice to look at. Being a clone didn’t do anything to stop Azure Glide from aging, and you saw that after being a devoted husband and father for many years, he died peacefully in his sleep 2 years before today. It felt surreal and unsettling to see what could’ve been your own death or rather. You nearly wanted to faint at such a thing.

“Holy shit!” You gasped, wiping the sweat from your brow, “What the- oh my GOD!” You were confused as to how such a thing were possible, yet it happened. You and your clone shared a memory, but ironically, you didn’t share a life.

As much as this was to process you remembered today’s plan when your phone began ringing. Looking at it, you saw Derpy was the one calling you and naturally you weren’t just going to ignore it.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Hey Calc,” Derpy responded, “The party is due to begin in an hour. If you can come in and give me, AJ, and her grandmother a hand, that would be great. I’ll see you when you get here. See ya.”

“See you then,” you said, keeping your composure as you hang up the call. This was going to be so awkward, but it couldn’t be helped.

After several minutes of driving, you pulled up to Derpy’s place and even from the outside, you could see everyone was having a good time. Things looked to still need prep work to some extent but looked to be set well enough. But knowing her, Derpy is a closet perfectionist when it comes to events with family and friends. Still, things were lively enough that those in attendance were having a blast.

“Hey, dere ya are, sugahcube!” You turned to see two familiar and pleasant faces. True to what Derpy had called you for, Applejack was attending the party and brought the woman whose life you changed for the better, Granny Smith. As weird as it was to meet her here, when Applejack gave you a hug, you looked up at the elderly woman with a small smile as she recognized you right away.

“Ya look prettah sharp in dat suit dere,” Applejack commented after pulling out of the hug. “It’s mighty generous of ya ta take time ta give Granny an’ Ah a helpin’ hand.”

“Y’all are such a sweet boy,” Granny Smith said, using a very familiar choice of words as she patted your cheek. You could only manage to nod slowly as you stared into the elder’s eyes. There was so much to discuss, but you couldn’t do it around Applejack, who knew nothing of your relationship with her grandmother.

Returning your attention on what Derpy had called you here for, you worked on moving all the delicious apple treats to their intended places. It took no more than a few minutes to get the treats ready to eat. Yet, your heart and mind were both in overdrive as you started to feel a bit lightheaded over seeing a lover after so long.

“Everythin’ alright, sugahcube?” AJ asked.

“Just feeling a little under the weather today,” you answered, and to your relief she bought your excuses, since it wasn’t exactly a lie. “Hey AJ, mind if I go use the bathroom?”

You took Applejack’s nodding as approval to excuse yourself to the bathroom to collect yourself. Splashing some water onto your face, you got a good look at yourself in the mirror. Even though you knew you’d meet Granny Smith during the party, you still hadn’t prepared yourself for what to say. Especially after five years of living with her and witnessing an entire lifetime flash before your eyes, your mind was washed up in a storm.

“Shit! Why did the party have to be today?” you gasped to yourself. “I’m so not ready for something THIS awkward...”

Unfortunately, this was a bad time to be thinking only about yourself. Applejack was out there waiting for you to return and help her, and you had no right to stand her up. Taking another moment to get your head straight, you dry your face up and got back to the party, keeping as straight a face as you can muster.

“Bettah, sugahcube?” AJ asked.

“Enough that I can continue helping,” you answered.

Trying not to make a lot of eye contact with your lover from the past, you resumed helping by setting the tables. Anything to keep your mind distracted from those memories helped, no matter how big or small it was. Though, you knew that sooner or later, you wouldn’t be able to resist having a good conversation with Granny Smith.

The party would start in 15 minutes, give or take, but you saw many old friends amongst those who decided to arrive early. There’s no way you couldn’t recognize Celestia and Luna, as well Sunny Flare and her husband, Ignacio. The latter two were expecting their first child, evident by the bulge in Sunny’s stomach. You sighed happily at the sight of another future mother.

“You seem well, Calculus,” Luna greeted, as she pulled you into a hug. “We’ve missed you.”

“Heh, I missed you too, Luna,” you responded before pulling out of her embrace so you could move on to hugging her sister. “And you, Celestia. How could I ever forget about you? Even though I didn’t go to your school, you were cool in my books.” You took a good look at her breasts and noticed they got a little bigger than they usually were the last time with a subtle damp spot where the nipples are. Not wanting to be rude, you brushed your suspicions aside for the time being. “You two look nice.”

Celestia’s cheeks heated up a little before she laughed softly. “Why thank you, Calculus. Luna and I do try to keep our figures up to spec in our age.”

You wanted to continue smiling, but that last sentence encouraged you to think about Granny Smith for the umpteenth time today. While you were busy feeling awkward, more of Derpy’s party guests have made their way outside. Obviously, they were lured by the delicious smell of the barbecue. Lots of old friends from CHS and CPA arrived: Jet Set, Upper Crust, Wallflower Blush, Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, and many others you remembered had gathered to celebrate Derpy’s birthday. It made you smile to see so many old faces once again.

“Thanks for coming, everybody,” Derpy spoke up, holding a cup of cold punch. “Words cannot express how happy I am to see you all here on my birthday. In my life, I was very fortunate enough to not only become a mother, but also to be surrounded by the most amazing friends that I’ll cherish. Though there’ll come a point that we may drift apart, the memories will never disappear. Now, let’s celebrate this day as one of friendship.”

The moment Derpy was done with her little speech, some music started playing, as if making the start of the party official. The birthday girl of course, got the first piece of cake, but Pinkie Pie rushed in for her share afterward. Applejack was bobbing for apples. Rainbow Dash was playing darts with Twilight, and Big Mac was playing Cornhole with his wife Sugar Belle and Derpy. All of them were playing around while Granny Smith was sitting on a chair smiling at all the merriment that was occurring. You could only smile as she sat peacefully in her chair. The moment she caught you looking at her, she gave you a wink.

Eventually, like all good things, the party soon came to an end as the sun began to set on the town. All that has happened today was making your head spin, so instead of going home, you decided to drive on down to the bar for a drink or two. By the time you arrive, you decided you would need more than just a few to calm your mind after the chain of events. Something really strong would suit your needs.

“Fuck me running...” you sighed as you reached the barstools, the heart of the bar and the thick of the action. When you got your seat, the bartender, Barley Pop, took a good look at you. “Hey Barley, what’s happenin’?” He grimaced as he finished cleaning a mug with a rag. He could tell you had a bad day. He saw many faces like yours since gaining control of the bar from his late father.

“I’m betting you’ve had a shitty day, Calc,” Barley remarked as he grabbed a mug, “I’ve seen faces like yours so many times that I can spot them from a mile away. What’ll be?”

“A bottle of the strongest lager you’ve got,” you muttered as you slapped a wad onto the counter. He was shocked by the amount of cash before him that he crooked an eyebrow many times. “I need a lot of them. It’s one of those days.”

“Like what?” Barley answered back, “Did a girl leave you, huh? Did you get fired?” He only either got a nod or a no from you as he saw the grim look on your face, like one who had been through one hell of an emotional rollercoaster. Of course, you weren’t going to tell him about your relationship with Granny Smith and your adventure traveling to the past. He wouldn’t have believed you anyway. “Today was THAT bad?”

“Yep,” you said flatly, “It’s a long story and I really don’t wanna talk about it.” After hearing the tone in your voice, Barley didn’t push you any further. Just as he handed you the bottle, a woman walked in that you remembered from weeks before. Seeing her at the hospital when your father died and again at his funeral, there was no mistaking Lavender Blossom, the woman whose daughter looked almost exactly like her. Since you were in a daze, you didn’t really acknowledge her presence as you took your first sip. Yet, she still recognized and sat next to you.

“Hmmm, didn’t think we’d be bumping into each other again in a place like this, darling.” She then noticed how much you were drinking. “Is... Is everything alright?”

“I’m having one of those days, Lavender,” you replied, taking a hearty swig, “It’s... a little too complicated to talk about.” Slamming the rest of your bottle, you gasped and shivered as you felt the rush of alcohol pulsing through your system. Even while inebriated, you still were able to smile at her tantalizing form. With perfect breasts to ass ratio, she looked to be the envy of many of the patrons. “So, how’s your daughter, Cocoa?”

Lavender hummed with a happy sigh. “She got married a few months ago to her girlfriend, Violet. Last I heard, they managed to get a place in Manehattan, and they’re apparently going to try for a kid through a sperm donation next year.” She smiled with a hint of a tear developing in her eye. My darling is growing up so fast. I do miss having her around the house.” Reaching a hand to her, you patted her back as you nodded with the same face you wore.

“I feel ya, Lavender.” You muttered, “I feel ya.” Looking to the bartender and knowing that Lavender didn’t drink alcohol, gestured him over. “Barley, she’ll have a Roy Rogers on the rocks, please.” Winking in response, Barley got a mug, cola, grenadine, and mixed it slightly, making said drink for the lucky lady. Motioning for another scotch ale, Barley hands you another bottle which you started chugging, “Forgive me if this sounds rude, but what’re you doing here, Lavender?”

“Oh, well, after another stressful day of dealing with some rather rude patients, I decided I needed a place to blow off some steam and this bar sounds like the right deal.” As Lavender explained, her drink arrived and Barley handed it off to her, “Oh, nice. Thank you!” She took a sip, delighting at the taste of cola and grenadine syrup; A perfect non-alcoholic cocktail to help the stressed woman unwind after a long day, “Yeah, that hit the spot. What’s going on with you?”

You opened your mouth to speak before the door opened again rather loudly. Glancing over, you saw another patron who appeared to have the same build as you, but he also carried an aura of rudeness with his stride. Slowly, he approached your area with a smug look on his face. Though you tried not paying attention, at the corner of your eye, you could tell he was eyeing Lavender with a look of hunger. “Hey hey, lookie at you, cutie. Why are you hanging with this lanky loser?”

“Excuse me?” you asked, standing up to look him in the eye. “That was incredibly rude, jackass.” Your words slurred with your speech, “One, You don’t talk to my friend here. Two, I’m far from lanky and I bet I can take you on in a fight if I were in the mood. Third, do you always like treating women li-”

Before you knew it, you were forced to move your head to avoid getting hit square in the face. But, seeing that, the patron gave you a swift but forceful backhand. Yet, you were stunned for only a few seconds and you processed the strength of the blow. “Did that teach you some respect, bitch?” Taking a moment to breathe, you felt some pent up anger bubble to the surface but you didn’t want to make a scene, especially not in front of an old friend.

Getting up, you motioned for another bottle of beer and took a few seconds to slam it, all the while keeping silent. Taking another breath, you mentally and physically psyched yourself before turning around, gripping the bottle. With a swift motion, you smashed the bottle over the patron’s head, sending him to the floor, out like a light. You knelt down to check him and he was still alive to your relief. Unfortunately, that did attract a few glancing eyes, Barley included. You knew then that you had to leave.

“Okay...” you mumbled as you hastily fished through your pockets, pulling out around a hundred bucks, “I suppose this covers the damages, Barley. I guess… me and Lavender will be leaving now.” With a nod from him, you escorted Lavender to your car but you realized that in your drunken state, driving was a no go, “Crap, I just now realized that I can’t drive. Hey Lavender, is it alright if you could drive?”

“Of course, dear...” she replied, still a bit shocked by what just happened. Even though you were drunk, you didn’t have a problem getting into the car.

“Okay, who was that asshole?” you asked, looking out the window.

“One of the most prideful douchebags I’ve ever had the misfortune of meeting,” Lavender answered. “His name’s Blizzard Rush. We attended high school together, and I remember that he got kicked off my school’s swim team for... sexual harassment. It would seem he hadn’t learned his lesson.”

“I just hope I don’t get charged for getting into a fight with him,” you sighed. “I wouldn’t be surprised if I end up getting banned from the bar.”

“Eh, if anything, you acted in self-defense.” Lavender explained without using her surprisingly vulgar mouth. “Barley saw the whole thing and I think he won’t bust you. Even though I could’ve handled it myself, I thank you, Calc.”

“You’re very welcome, Lavender,” you answered back, slurring your words “Why don’t we schlep over to my place? I have about another week before I my mother moves in.” Lavender gives you a puzzled look and you explained with your cover story, “Before my... father died, he managed to get my mother pregnant. I’m having her move in so I can keep her company and tend to her when needed.”

“D’awwww, what a sweet son you are to her,” Lavender complimented as you felt relief that she bought your cover story. “Now, come on. We’ll continue our time together somewhere more... comfortable.” The last part was said with in unmistakable tone.

“In other words, she wants you to take her to bed,” you heard Milflove laugh in your head.

“Dude, not cool...” You tried to think, but all that alcohol in your system jumbled your mind up a fair bit. “Let me handle things and have you not yak at me for fuck’s sake.”

Getting into the car, Lavender was courteous enough to buckle you up before she did it to herself. Throughout the car ride, you couldn’t help but drift your gaze at her impressive F-cup rack. There would’ve been a point where you’d snap out of it and look the other way. However, with your drunken mind and Lavender’s veiled flirting from earlier, you didn’t put more thought into it.

Pulling into the driveway, you waited until she unbuckled you and helped you inside. Walking in, you internally remarked at how nicely you’ve kept your house. Your mother certainly didn’t raise a barn animal for a son. Sitting down on the couch, still clad in your slightly blood stained suit, your groaned at the thought of having to pay a sum at a dry cleaner to fix the mess.

“Hey Lavender...” you slurred, “...I gotta say that this is mighty kind of you. You remind me an awful lot like your daughter. I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree at all.” You took a closer look at her features after catching a brief moment of sobriety, “But, there is one major difference.”

“What would that be, dear?” she asked. You had the answer and the alcohol gave you the courage to speak your mind with ZERO filter.

“Well...” you breathed, “...your ass.” She stood slightly surprised, mouth agape, for a moment, “I have to say that your caring personality is matched only by how nicely shaped your body is. Perfect tits and ass, I wonder why your husband isn’t around. What gives?” An awkward silence soon filled the air, and you feared you might have gotten carried away. But, though with a sour look on her face, she seemed willing to explain.

“That bastard cheated on me with a friend of mine.” She said with a noticeable growl, “I thought I could trust them but they’ve been doing it behind my back for years! What! Was I not good enough for him?! DAMN HIM AND THAT WHORE!” She banged her fist on the arm of the couch, but soon cooled down. “S-Sorry, it’s not something I’m too keen on talking about. I only bring it up if someone asks. The only good thing that low life gave me was my daughter.”

“Oh, uhhhh... I’m so sorry, Lavender...” You sighed, as you had another sober moment allowing you to think clearly. Your apology had its rewards, as the next thing you know, the woman’s soft lips were touching your own. Your spine surged like a power line as she straddled you without any prompt, but you didn’t mind. Following your primal instinct, you began feeling her back and deliciously plump behind. Her ass, while firm, was soft enough to squeeze in your hands. Every squeeze caused her to moan loud enough that you could tell it has been years since she got some action.

“Looks... like my daughter was right about you...” Lavender purred, showing her maternal side by cupping your face with adoration. She kept her hand on you, even as you started blushing. “Awww, you look so flustered yet… so virile. It had been a while since I was treated like a woman and I can say that you’re a fine example of a man.” To little surprise for you, she slid a hand down to your crotch, fondling your already stiff cock and balls. “And we both know that you’re already primed and ready to go. You’re such a naughty boy.”

“Well... I can’t help it with a fine woman like you on my lap.” You groaned as she gave your gonads a good squeeze. It both hurt and felt pleasurable at the same time. “As much as I find what you did to be hot, please handle the package with care.” You saw her smile as she got between your legs, sniffing up and down your crotch.

“You best prepare yourself sweetheart, because if we’re going through with this... I intend to be the dominant one.” You weren’t sure how to respond to that, and said nothing as Lavender tasted your cock.

“Oooh! Bet you didn’t see that one coming,” Milflove laughed. “You probably thought she’d submit to you and play the erotic game by your rules.”

“Honestly, I don’t mind it.” You shot back, “If she’s as horny as her daughter is, I’m… all for it.” Hearing your belt unbuckling, you looked down to see that Lavender had already unzipped your pants and pulled down your briefs, marveling at the size of your eleven-inch cock. Each puff of hot breath against the skin of your member made you shudder with pleasure. “Okay, you’d better give me your best shot.”

She looked like she wanted to reprimand you for giving her orders when she specifically said she wanted to be in charge, but she was more focused on giving your manhood some attention. With no hesitation, she took you all the way into her mouth so that your tip was poking the back of her throat, and managed not to choke as she held you there.

“Oh, holy shit!” you croaked, feeling as if your eyes rolled to the back of your head, “I wonder if she was preparing for this! FOR THIS! FUUUUUCCCK!!!” You groaned as you tried to grip her head, but it Lavender saw it coming and pinned your arms to the couch. Now, you were completely at her mercy... and you were just fine with that.

Even though you enjoyed exaggerating to yourself that your legendary stamina was something that could rival the gods, you couldn’t hold on forever. When Lavender gave you a mighty suck, it was enough to send you over the edge and make your cock quiver with its release. With rush of your orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks, the border of your vision was changed to a frosty white. However, you didn’t close your eyes, as the sight of the fine woman sucking you off in such an aggressive manner, was too hot to ignore.

“So... you got anything you’d like to say?” she asked, wiping her mouth with eyes fueled with pride. It was only after she got every last drop out of your balls, that she started speaking again. You were too deep in the afterglow to answer her. Lavender had left you a heaving, sweaty mess, reminding you of the many cardio workouts you’ve done in the past. “Hmmm... I’ll take your silence as a ‘no’. However, you shouldn’t be the only one to get pleasure and you will return the favor, one way or another...”

Still sitting in silence while riding your orgasm, Lavender sought to leaving you even messier than before. Before you knew it, her flower, hot and moist, dripping with arousal, was only a few centimeters away from your face. You were finally about to say something before the lustful woman dropped on top of you, forcing you to keep quiet and use your mouth for something she deemed more... productive.

“Now, you know the drill so... GET TO IT!” With baser instincts taking over your mind, you decided to find out what Lavender tasted like. Sweet yet tangy, like a Sex On The Beach cocktail; it was an intoxicating taste that made you crave for more. Lavender did nothing to stop you as you went for more of her tasty nectar, and released some adorable moans as you lapped away at her sex. Yet, being dominant, she wanted to assert it.

While moaning, she began grinding her hips against your face, taking in every bit of pleasure you provided her. It felt like she was smothering you with her pussy but you were left with just enough air in your lungs. The moans from Lavender only served to further motivate you to please her. Even the added bit of her running your hands across your head had the effect of driving your arousal to new heights. But, if she wants it, you were going to go above to impress her.

While in the midst of her ecstasy, Lavender was completely oblivious to your plans as you licked away at her. Then without giving her any sort of warning or clue, you jammed your tongue inside her wet love tunnel. Shocked but not quite knocked off her knees, Lavender’s drive only intensified as her grinding got heavier and faster, holding your head against her crotch while moaning like she was insane.

With another wild moan that sounded like a wailing spirit, Lavender's nethers quivered with her orgasm, drenching your face in her tangy juices, a byproduct of her contained arousal. Even then, her ever lustful moans was enough to give you a throbbing boner as if the sound had some sort of mystical properties. She did eventually dismount your face to give you some much needed air.

“I wouldn’t get all comfortable if I were you sweetheart...” she warned once again enforcing her dominance, “...because even though my cunt has been pleased for the first time in years...” To your amusement, she mounted your crotch, lining the tip of your spear with her slit, “...I still crave some cock. And since I know for a fact that you want me, we can call it a win-win, dear.”

“Just do what you will...” you groaned before a question came to your mind. “I hate to ask but… won’t you get pregnant from this?” Your question earned you a light-hearted chuckle from Lavender. “W-What?”

“Oh, my dear...” she purred, giving your cock a few sensual strokes, “...I’ve had my tubes tied a long time ago. So, you don’t need to worry about putting a bun in my oven.” Her hands moved from your cock to your abs, stroking your muscles, “Just relax and let momma take care of you...” With a moan and a slick sound, Lavender impaled herself on your cock. Her warm insides, welcoming and pleasurable, felt like heaven. You couldn’t hold back a guttural groan.

“Oh yes, this feels amazing! This is the best cock I’ve ever had!” she cried.

“Rejoice my man! She just revealed you feel better inside her than her douchebag ex did!” Milflove cheered. It annoyed you that your alter-ego didn’t know when to take a day off.

“Just shut up and let me fuck her!” you mentally snapped back. While he did stop talking, you could still hear him chuckling. Just before you could chew him out further, you felt Lavender’s velvety hands rest upon your abs just as she started bouncing up and down your cock. She started out slow, making sure to explore every bit of your length. Judging by her moans, she was loving it for sure. “Holy... shit! Your bastard of an ex-husband is missing out!”

“P-Please, he’s nothing compared to you!” she moaned as she picked up her speed, driving both you and her into a lust-filled haze. “B-But... I’m w-wondering if you’re a good... kisser.”

“What do you-” Before you knew it, she reminded you of the conditions of playing the game however she saw fit, by grabbing you by the arms and wrapping hers around your back and head. The look on her face and the licking of her lips, you knew what was coming. Tightening the embrace, she latched her lips on yours, invading your mouth with her tongue. YOu couldn’t talk at all as she had you right where she wanted you, bouncing on your knob and sucking face with you.

“You know...” Lavender breathed, briefly retreating from the kiss, “...I’ll allow you to grope my butt. D-Don’t think I-I didn’t... notice you l-looking at it... G-Go on and claim your prize... You’ve d-done a great j-job at... pleasing m-mama here...” You couldn’t resist when she was persuading you like this, and you grabbed two handfuls of her bubble-butt. Each squeeze netted you a breathy moan from her. Taking the rhythm of her bouncing into account, you timed your squeezing to sync with her ministrations.

“Oh yes! You’re being such a good boy! OH FUCK!” she shouted, no longer stuttering. You were almost convinced that she was insane, as along with her tone, her expression had completely changed. She was now sticking her tongue out, tempting you to make out with her, and her eyes were rolled to the back of her head.

“Imagine if her daughter was here to hear this!” Milflove cracked yet again. You didn’t waste any time or energy dignifying what he said with a response, and just focused on having your fun with Lavender. Her cunt felt too good to focus on anything else. Just as you were about to give into the temptation to kiss her again, she acted before you did and grabbed the back of your head. With your tongues wrestling with all the passion you could muster, you soon found yourself getting closer to your release... and so was Lavender.

“Are you getting close sweetheart?! Remember, it’s safe to shoot it inside me! I’M STILL IN CHARGE HERE, AND I DEMAND YOU TO FIRE AWAY!” Being held tight against her, you tried to hold on for a bit longer before it became too much for you. Biting your lip, you shot loads and loads of your cum into her snatch. The power of your orgasm was so immense, that your fingers gripped her plump ass in order to keep yourself together. That and the heat of your seed was enough to send both of you over the edge.

“Oh... my... god...” Lavender sighed, bringing her chin down to rest on your shoulder before you both fell back onto the couch. Even though you were both spent, Lavender was more out of it than you were, as it was the first proper fucking she got in ages. She looked to be satisfied as she rested on your body. Taking it as a sign that her dominance has been calmed but not completely quenched, you chuckled and allowed her to do as she pleased.

“I’ll say it... again... You’re much... better than my... ungrateful... husband ever was...” she panted. She then let out a tired giggle as you brought your hand up to stroke her hair. “Not too mention... you’re more... affectionate.”

“Well, I’d treat any lady right.” You stole a kiss from her with an added smirk, “You, Lavender, are no exception.” Gliding your hands over the skin of her back, Lavender snaked her arms behind your neck, stealing a kiss from you, “I was just glad to have spent time with you to get over a shitty day I’ve had today.”

“And you’ve been such a good boy pleasing a woman like me.” Lavender snuggled into you, draping a blanket over your sweaty bodies, “Even a dominant woman like me knows when to reward such good treatment. How about I keep you company for the night and we can grab some lunch tomorrow. How does that sound?”

“I guess that sounds like a plan.” You yawned as you lay your head back, exhausted yet satisfied, “If it isn’t much trouble, can you help me set up the guest room down the hall tomorrow as well? I need to get it ready for when my mom moves in.”

“For you... done deal. But for now, let’s get some rest.”

With a big yawn, you surrender yourself to the lulls of slumberland with the fine specimen of a woman in your arms. Despite the temporal fuckery you got yourself into, you were confident that you wouldn’t have to deal with it for a long time. Your intimacy with Lavender seemed to distract your mind from that thought. All you wanted to think about, was getting your mother in a position of comfortable living... and spending time with the beautiful lady in your arms.

Author's Note

Well, another chapter released... more porn with story to the masses, lol. I hope you like this chapter because the next will be guaranteed to surprise you all for sure. I'm keeping my lips sealed about what it will be but... I think you'll love it.