Rewriting History

Having traveled in time to November 5th, 1955, in a modernized DMC DeLorean, Martin Seamus 'Marty' McFly knew he was out of his element. Since the owner of Lou's Café confused his orange vest with a life jacket until he realized that the drinks he was familiar with in 1985 did not yet exist and noticed that his father George McFly was being intimidated and bullied by Biff Tannen... it was all too much. There was a lot to take in. A part of Marty knew he should go straight to Dr. Emmett Brown's house, hoping to get help from the younger version of the eccentric scientist, but Marty's curiosity about his father being the definition of an uncomfortable teenager was too tempting to ignore. So he followed George into a fairly nice neighborhood and, for his own incredulity, saw him climb an oak tree with binoculars, looking out the window on the second floor of a house across the street. Is he a peeping Tom?, Marty murmured to himself just as George fell from the tree and landed surprisingly dignified in the middle of the street, right when a car was approaching the road. Without thinking, Marty rushed over and pushed George aside, but the approaching car ran him down, knocked him out, and left him unconscious almost instantly. So when he began to wake up several hours later, finding himself on a bed in a dark room, the first thing he considered was that it had all been a dream while looking into the darkness, seeing a familiar figure and asking: Mom, is that you? - Relax, relax, now calm down... says a soft female voice as she proceeds to sit on the bed and wipe his forehead with a towel. You've been asleep for almost nine hours. Marty groans: I had a terrible nightmare... I dreamed I was traveling back in time... It was terrible... Well, you're safe and sound, in the old 1955…, the unknown woman responds. 1955? Marty asks in shock and almost horrified while sitting up suddenly in bed just as a bedside lamp turns on next to the bed, revealing a very attractive young woman whom he recognizes instantly as his mother, Lorraine McFly... or at least her younger version of thirty years. You're my... Marty begins to murmur while staring fixedly at her. My name is Lorraine... Lorraine Baines, she smiles softly but with a slightly mischievous glint in her eyes. —Yes... But you... are so thin... —Marty says while observing Lorraine, seeing how attractive she looks before thirty years of marriage to his father and putting up with Biff's nonsense have taken their toll. Now relax, Calvin, you have a great hematoma on your head, Lorraine says while placing her hand on his chest, pushing him back onto the bed at the same time as taking off the sheets from him. It is then that Marty realizes that while he has his T-shirt on, he is completely naked from the waist down. Where are my pants? he asks while looking around the room before trying to grab the sheets, but Lorraine pushes them to the floor. There, in my hope chest with your underwear, she responds with a smile, I've never seen purple underwear before, Calvin. She says while proceeding to wrap her left hand around Marty's cock and caress it softly. —Calvin? —Marty asks confused—. Why do you keep calling me Calvin? —he asks while his mind accelerates as the teenage version of his own mother casually masturbates him. Well, that's your name, isn't it? Lorraine asks with a laugh: Calvin Klein, it's written on all your underwear... oh... I suppose they call you Cal? She asks while diverting her gaze towards Marty's virility, licking her lips at how long and thick his tool is becoming accessible again. Actually, people call me Marty... says Marty with a slight groan, reclining fully on the bed completely disconcerted by everything he has lived and what's happening. —Oh, nice to meet you, Calvin Marty Klien— asks Lorraine while sliding slightly onto the bed—. Do you mind if I...? —She stops talking while turning her body a little more towards the left before leaning down and lowering her head towards her pubic area. With her lips slightly open, she takes the flared end of his cock in her warm and relaxing mouth. Ah... no... well... well... well... Marty's eyes go blank for a moment as he breathes deeply, trying to suppress a groan when he feels her pressing her lips around his tool and then moving her head slightly with her tongue, rubbing against his shaft. Lifting her head slightly, Marty watches Lorraine while keeping her left hand around the base of his penis, holding it firm as she closes her eyes, sucking his penis softly with her perfectly sliding lips against his skin. Oh, damn... oh, hell, this is heavy... he murmurs, knowing that on one side he should stop her, but on the other, they were sucking his cock. He places his right hand behind his head as he feels his groans vibrating against his shaft while she begins to accelerate the rhythm, sucking and slurping his man's flesh, her cheeks slightly sanctifying each time she applies an additional amount of suction around his bell. Oh, God, you have the biggest cock... of all the boys... my father never ran over with his car..., says Lorraine when she briefly lifts her head from Marty's cock to give it a few licks with her tongue before taking it back into her mouth. Breathing through her nose, she lowers her head further along his member, drooling profusely on his member, as Marty lies there with his eyes... very open to the revelation that this is not the first time the teenage version of his mother has done something like this. Oh, damn... ah... hell... Marty groans while lifting his hips, pushing upwards into Lorraine's mouth, which causes her head to bump against the back of her throat. As she lightly chokes around his shaft, he removes his left hand and places it between his legs while extending his free hand to place it at the back of her head. Closing his eyes, Marty groans as he face-fucks her with firm thrusts upwards while Lorraine sucks his cock valiantly, keeping her lips loose around his shaft as she continues to move her head with her tongue moving against his cock. Aw... ah hell... Jennifer... Marty groans, murmuring the name of his girlfriend from 1985 as he pushes the back of Lorraine's head while his cock pulses and contracts in her warm and relaxing mouth moments before he starts coming. “MM!” Lorraine's eyes open when her mouth is filled with semen and she tries to lift her head, but Marty simply presses harder, giving her no other option than to swallow his sperm. When he finishes and lets his hand slide off her head, she sits up completely, Oh... never... swallowed... before... She gasps before clearing her throat and looking at Marty, Then... um... do you have a girlfriend? She asks after hearing him say the name of another woman before continuing: It's okay if you do it, I don't care, some guys who have been climbing that tree on the other side of the street to look in my room do... “You... know about...” Marty asks while gesturing towards the window as he looks at her, seeing that she has a perfect view to see every time someone has climbed up it. —Yes, sure… —Lorraine nods her head—. Although you weren't the guy who was in the tree today... Didn't that guy have a life jacket? —asks with a bit of confusion while referring to Marty's down-filled vest. Smiles sweetly before leaning towards him and running her hand through his hair—. You've got a great bruise there… Lorraine, are you up there? Stella Baines, Lorraine's mother and Marty's grandmother, calls out in a voice that gets louder with each word as if she is approaching the room. Oh my God, it's my mom...! Lorraine jumps off her seatbelt to her hope chest, grabs Marty's pants and underwear for him, hitting him in the face before he can react, Put your pants back on! She says hastily before running towards the door, opening it and running out to intercept her mother and grandmother. Marty takes off his pants and sighs: “I need to find Doc…” * * * In the days following the search for Doc Brown and understanding that he had created a paradox by preventing George and Lorraine from meeting, Marty set out to correct the error, but discovered two things. The first was that the only reason his mother fell in love with his father was due to the Florence Nightingale effect, where nurses often fell in love with their patients after caring for them. The second was that what his mother really wanted was someone who would defend her, considering how often Biff Tannen harassed her. To come up with a plan to take advantage of the Enchantment Under the Sea dance, Marty devised an infallible plan that would undoubtedly work to consolidate his parents' relationship and ensure he and his older brothers were born. At least that was his hope. * * * In the Hill Valley High School parking lot, Marty, dressed in a fairly elegant suit, and Lorraine, wearing an impressive dress, are sitting in a 1949 cream-colored Packard Custom Eight Victoria. As Marty turns off the engine, Lorraine licks her lips while turning towards him in the passenger seat to smiling at him: 'This is a great idea... I'd love to park...', she says while putting her hand between her legs to hollow out her crotch. —¡¿Eh?! —Marty's face turns white when he feels her rubbing his crotch, causing an instant reaction in him. —Well, Marty, I'm almost eighteen years old... it's not like I've never parked before... —Lorraine continues while leaning closer to him—. You look so nervous... if something's wrong, I can take care of that... —she says while pressing her lips against his, kissing him firmly and taking him by surprise. By instinct, Marty separates his lips, allowing Lorraine to slide her tongue into his mouth easily, which he receives with his own. As their tongues intertwine, part of Marty's mind screams at him to stop what's happening for all possible reasons related to repairing the damage caused to the timeline, but at the same time, he is an eighteen-year-old boy. Wrapping his arm around her, Marty brings Lorraine closer while their tongues slide and hit each other, earning a groan from her when he grabs her ass through the material of her dress. Jesus... Lorraine gasped as she broke off the kiss with him and smiled, It's like kissing my brothers... She says with a lascivious tone while moving away from Marty, leaning against the passenger door while walking towards the lower part of her dress before he can even question what she means. I had a good feeling about this night..., Lorraine says while lifting her dress above her hips, revealing that she's not wearing underwear and that her teenage pussy was carefully trimmed. “Uh, yeah... sure…”, Marty stammers a bit confused while loosening his tie. He looks at his watch and sees it's only 8:35 p.m., mentally cursing himself for not arriving closer to the time George would come to rescue him. Lorraine. Since he couldn't see a way out of the situation, Marty turned around in his seat and leaned as far forward as possible, placing his right hand on her thigh while bringing his mouth close to her pussy. With a bit of hesitation, he began to lick his tongue against Lorraine's pussy, earning a luxurious gasp from what would be her mother if she could somehow fix the timeline. —Oh… oh Marty… ah! —Lorraine moaned as she managed to lift her left leg enough to pass it over Marty's shoulder while her right foot remained in the space for the passenger's feet. Using his right hand to keep her dress up, he extended his left hand to pass his fingers through the back of her hair while guiding his tongue along her slit, causing her to twist in the passenger seat—. Oh… oh god… I… I never… oh… wow… mm! —She bit her lower lip, repressing a moan as she shook her hips, pushing her pussy against Marty's face while he licked it, letting out a cry when he hit his tongue against her clitoris. Losing herself in the moment, Marty wrapped his lips around Lorraine's sensitive node and began to suck it, making her shudder with the simple sensation—. Ah… ah… oh… no boy has… aw… oh AH! She moaned, throwing her head back while grabbing his nape, pushing him to cover her face between her thighs. Releasing her clitoris from his lips, Marty changed his attention downward, pushing his tongue further beyond her folds, plunging his oral organ into her wet hole. Yes! Yes! Ah! Oh! Oh Marty! Marty! Ah! Lorraine was in a cloud, her chest heaving with her gasps as she felt her tongue entering and leaving her pussy. Twisting wildly in the seat, Lorraine's eyes rolled back while shaking her hips repeatedly, pushing herself against Marty's face while continuing to explore the interior of her pussy, 'Aw... oh damn... ah... ah... oh god yes!' She screams when her orgasm suddenly hits her with its fluids releasing so he can suck and swallow them. 'Damn, this is heavy...' Marty murmurs to himself when he finally lifts his head from between the thighs of his future mother, only to see the perverse smile she's giving him. “Let's go to the back seat...” suggests Lorraine while breathing deeply as she hurries and stumbles to climb between the passenger and driver seats to get to the back of the car. Looking at her watch, Marty sees that there are still more than twenty minutes until George arrives and keeping Lorraine occupied was best for him to ensure she continued existing. At least that's what he told himself while following her with enthusiasm to the back seat of the car as he takes off his suit jacket. I just knew you'd be the best guy to take me to the dance tonight... Lorraine smiles as soon as Marty sits down in the back seat with her, approaching anxiously to unbuckle her belt and pants. I'm sure there's a better boy than me... Marty responds, trying to downplay things as much as possible while Lorraine opens his pants' zipper to put her hand inside and pull out his hard cock. —No, for the moment not yet—Lorraine says as she pulls her dress back up to her hips before sitting astride Marty's lap. As he places his hands on her waist-covered cintura, she lowers her tight pussy onto his rigid hombría. —OH... ah... oh, so damn... big...! —Lorraine gasps when she feels the walls of her pussy stretching more than she had ever experienced at that moment while taking off her dress and placing her hands on Marty's shoulders. In a few moments, she starts moving her hips, swaying forward and backward While he's lifting and lowering himself onto his cock to fuck. —Aw... oh, damn it... oh, yes... —I moan, closing my eyes while slowly getting used to the length and thickness of Marty's cock before letting out a surprised scream when he starts pushing up into my pussy. Oh! Ah! Ah Martí! Oh! Oh! I moan with lust as I feel his hands moving around me to grab my ass through the material of my dress once more while he maintains his thrusts like a piston, with a fairly consistent but energetic push upwards, making me bounce faster on his lap. Throwing my head back, I slide my hands over his shoulders while rotating my hips to grind my pussy along its vertical axis that pumps up and down. Yes... ah yes... oh oh damn it ah ah hell...! I moan loudly with the back of my thighs and ass hitting his lap covered in Marty's pants as the car windows fog up from her hot breathing. Without thinking, she presses her lips against his, their tongues entwining again in a sinful duel while they balance more strongly and quickly on his lap, mounting him anxiously without any worry in the world like she has done at the best moment of her life. Breaking off the kiss with him, she smiles: Can... can you fuck me from behind? “Do you want me to screw you from the back?” Marty asks with wide-open eyes. —What? No! —Lorraine laughs between moans—. It's just that... I love it when a man fucks me deeply from behind... I love how it feels to have a man... coming inside of me... while I'm on all fours... —She smiles before slowing down her movements to get up off his lap—. Besides... your cock is too big for my ass... —she adds as she moves to get onto her knees, leaning forward and resting her face against the window of the backseat. backside with his hands in the same seat. —What are you doing, Marty? —Marty murmurs to himself, looking at his watch again—. Time is passing very slowly... —he adds, almost cursing his luck as he lowers his pants a bit and lets them bunch up around his thighs while turning to kneel behind Lorraine. Pushing her dress completely over her hips, he takes a moment to admire the perfect shape of her backside—. Almost as good as Jennifer's... —Marty smiles as he thinks about his girlfriend's backside in 1985 before guiding his cock towards Lorraine's comfortable and humid crack. —Mm... she must be a lucky girl... —Lorraine groans, leaning slightly forward with her cheek pressed against the glass. Once Marty grabs her hips, he pulls her back while starting to work his cock in and out of her tight pussy with rigid and rapid thrusts. —Ah! Ah... aw! Oh! Shit! —she screams loudly as she looks at him with a big smile on her face, pushing excitedly against him, her buttocks slapping against his thighs and waist. Sweat drips down Marty's face as he watches Lorraine's backside shaking from the repeated collisions while he plunges his cock into the adolescent version of his mother's pussy. —Oh! Oh! More force! More force, Marty! She cries out, feeling her cock pulsating and contracting inside her pussy as her soft walls constrict around his piston-like member while her balls hit between her inner thighs and against her clitoris, her rhythm increasing in intensity. As Marty lets out a primal-sounding groan, he starts to come inside her, pushing Lorraine to the limit as the sensation of his semen flooding her pussy makes her scream at the top of her lungs, her body trembling with euphoria. Aw... damn... ah... how bloody heavy... Marty groans as he catches his breath, looking at his... watching that it's now 8:50 p.m., 'Uh... Lorraine... we would like...' “Getting ready, not the first time I have to serve sentence after parking...'” Responds with a slightly tired smile. * * * Marty thought he was absolutely screwed when a drunk Biff Tannen pulled him out of the car and had his goons close the trunk of a Cadillac belonging to the Starlighters, the band that was performing for the attendees at the 'Enchantment Under the Sea' dance. Luckily, after being released by the lead vocalist and guitarist of the band, Marty could return running to Doc Brown's car just in time to see George McFly knock out Biff with a single punch and see the expression on Lorraine's face when someone came to rescue her. When he saw George extending his hand to Lorraine to see if she was okay, Marty ran back with the Starlighters, determined to make sure that the teenage versions of his parents have the moment they were destined to have. * * * On a staircase near the gym where the dance is taking place, Lorraine Baines is on her knees in front of George McFly, using both hands to caress his long cock, Wow... and I thought Marty was big... it's thicker but... wow... you could be a real seducer with this... if I had known before... well, now I know... and that's what matters... Lorraine smiles at George, who looks perplexed, but considering the adrenaline rush he has from having faced Biff, rescuing Lorraine, and kissing her just minutes ago makes him feel like the hero of many science fiction stories he has written in his free time. —Marty is... an interesting boy... I was being pressured to try to ask you out... —George says with a nervous smile while watching Lorraine use both hands to caress his tool While inclining her head to pass her tongue against the tip. What a good guy... I could have had you... but I suppose you knew you were the right man for me, you stayed firm in front of Biff... says Lorraine, but just as she's about to wrap her lips around the hero's virility, the double doors near the stairs open. Oh, dear, someone's coming! She exclaims while hurrying to help George get his cock back into his pants. Just as Marty was crossing the double doors, he almost panicked at seeing Lorraine and George, and briefly glimpsing how well-endowed the teenage version of his father is. Ah, so that's what he gave me... Marty murmurs to himself with a little pride while waiting for Lorraine to get up, Lorraine, George! Marty says just as the teenage version of his mother turns around to use her body to protect George while he holds his pants with one hand and puts the other on his shoulder. Marty, Lorraine smiles nervously while pressing the back of her dress-covered buttocks against George's crotch, That was a very interesting music. —Ah, yes, thanks... —Marty says, trying not to laugh at how they're acting. I hope it doesn't bother you, but George asked if he could take me home, Lorraine says while looking at George smiling. Oh, it doesn't bother me, that's great... well... for both of us, Marty smiles, I had a feeling about the two of you. “We were talking about that”, George responds. Rubbing his neck, Marty looks at his watch. Listen, I have to go, but I wanted to say it's been... educational, he says almost shrinking from the word choice. Marty, will we see each other again sometime? Lorraine asks while looking at him. —I can practically guarantee it —Marty nods his head. “Well, Marty”, George takes his hand off Lorraine's shoulder and walks past her to shake his hand To Marty, “I want to thank you for all your good advice. I'll never forget it.” Marty nods his head: 'Well, George, good luck, kids...' He says while turning around to leave, but then stops and turns back, 'Oh, one more thing. If they ever have children... and one of them accidentally sets the living room carpet on fire when they're eight years old... be gentle with him.’ —Is that okay…? —George responds with an interrogative look as Marty turns around to leave quickly through the nearest exit before he can ask what he means. Any thought about it disappears from his mind when Lorraine turns around to look at him and falls to her knees, lowering his pants. 'Marty is such a nice name...' says Lorraine while grabbing George's cock with both hands again. ‘And I think it'll be more of a question of when not if when it comes to having kids…’

The morning After returning to 1985, Marty's head is a whirlwind after seeing the radical changes that have occurred in the timeline. While serving himself a large glass of orange juice after seeing the newer version of his father George, mother Lorraine, along with his brother Dave and sister Lynda, Marty leans on the kitchen counter to avoid falling. 'Marty, I almost forgot...' says Lynda from the table while eating, 'Jennifer Parker called...' —Oh —smiles Lorraine as she approaches her younger son—. I like Jennifer a lot, Marty, she's a very sweet girl. Isn't this the night of your big date with her? —What... what about me? —Marty asks confused. Lorraine nods while taking a sip of her coffee. 'Aren't you going to the lake tonight? You've been planning it for two weeks...' She leans in quite close and adds: 'I'm pretty sure you and she won't have any trouble finding a place to park...' She turns away from Marty, leaving him with an interrogative look on his face while sharing a smile Accomplice with George. When Biff Tannen suddenly enters the house with a box for George, Marty decides not to even ask what his mother wants to say and instead decides to drink an orange juice before serving another glass. -FIN-