He’s a horny, emotionally volatile young man, of course he does.

Ben wasted no time, matching Francine’s kiss with one of his own. She moaned and groaned in delight, deepening the kiss until the two were making out like a couple of teenagers.

His clothes were off before he knew it, and the two lay naked together, exploring each other’s bodies. Ben took great delight in groping, pinching and teasing the fleshy maternal form that was pressed so tightly against him, his dick grinding like mad against her sopping cunt.

“Ohhhfuck,” she panted, “enough foreplay…just fucking stick it in me!”

Grinning to himself, drunk on lust, he began to part her muscular, pale thighs. Her cunt was shaved bare, and when he sunk an exploratory finger in felt it’s warm wetness. He lined himself up and sank his dick deep into that inviting warmness.

The tightness that twitched and fluttered around him was godly. It had been months since his last girlfriend had dumped him but it felt like decades since he had last enjoyed the warm velvety sensation of a woman's cunt.

He sawed in and out of her, enjoying the whorish moans that Francine let out as her buxom body was pounded. In the back of his mind he was aware that the silly woman might wake up the whole house, but he couldn't bring himself to care. She felt so good and with the power of time travel he could fix any trouble she caused.

"That's it, Ben! Do it! Fuck me!" Her voice was hysterical with lust, "Make me yours! Make this fucking cunt yours!"

Soon he threw everything he had into his violent thrusts, utterly dominating the milf and silencing her squeaks of incoherent lust with hungry kisses.

"Ohhhhh fuck," she whined, "Almost," she was **** on emotion, her face red with exertion, "ohhhmy..."

The long and drawn out cry of lust she loosed from her throat, coupled with the twitching spasms of her pussy was enough to send Ben over the edge. Grabbing hold of her wide hips he thrust forward as hard as he could, as deep as he could and unloaded deep inside.

He collapsed onto her, enjoying the way her breasts cushioned his head. He could feel her heart pounding in her chest with every drunken breath she took. Her eyes were heavy and clouded with intoxication, both from the **** and from the explosion of sex they had just had. One of her hands caressed up his back for a moment, and then she sighed deeply and passed out.

Ben stay like that, dick still buried deep into the cum-filled snatch, and his mind began to wander. What would she say, when she finally awoke and came to her senses? Would she be regretful, would she be just as lusty as she had been when she came down? What would her husband-his grandfather say when he awoke to an empty bed?

He sighed in annoyance. There was no need to deal with that. Pulling himself from her sleeping pussy, he went to work dressing himself silently and picked up the time machine. He skip ahead 12 hours and just go straight to Mr Daniels house.

Imputing the time and place, he felt himself absorbed by light…