The time machine is trolling him

Ben couldn’t wrap his head around what was happening. He had gone back to the correct time, hadn’t he? While someone would join him in bed, it had been Heather not Francine. He remembered it clearly. He wasn’t going insane was he?

But he couldn’t deny that there was middle aged woman, pressing her huge tits and plump body against his, her hand palming his balls playfully.

“You know,” she whispered, **** on her breath, “I figured Susan might try something like this. She’s never been one for rules. And when I saw Heather trying to make her way down the attic I knew something was up. My sneaky, slutty girls…”

She took one of his hands and guided it to her massive breast. “Aren’t you glad I sent her to bed and came down?” There was a husky laugh. “Silly girl wouldn’t know what to do with you….”

Ben was utterly stunned by the turn of events. He was still disoriented from the time travel, confused by the apparent changes in reality, and gobsmacked by his grandmother who was doing her level best to use him as her personal dildo.

None of it made sense. But as his mind raced with adrenaline, something occurred to him. He had originally taken the time machine from a collection of scrapped or faulty tech that Mr Daniels had discarded. So it stood to reason that the device had something wrong with it. Perhaps it wasn’t properly calibrated and sent him to different alternate timelines. But, if that was the case, why wasn’t there two of him at present? Unless he replaced his alternate timeline self? Was Mr Daniels explanation on the rules of time travel completely off base? Had his efforts just mutation the timeline in some way?

His thoughts were quickly silenced when Francine squeezed his dick again.

“You’re nice and big,” she moaned in approval, “you’ll fill me so good. You want to fill me, don’t you? I could see how you were looking at me during dinner. You wanted to fuck me, didn’t you? You wanted to bend me over the dinner table and fuck away at my slutty hole while my daughters watched.”

He had, in fact, not thought that at all during dinner, but couldn’t bring himself to correct the horny, drunken woman. Was she an alcoholic? He couldn’t be sure from the few memories he possessed of her but it certainly seemed so in this point in time.

She kissed him again, forceful and dominant. Her tongue slithered around his mouth and tried it’s best to get down his throat, all the while one hand was caressing his balls like they were a bag of marbles while his hand was heavy with this woman’s prodigious tit.

The stimulation was too much, he felt desire begin to cloud his thought. And in that moment of weakness, a sinister thought popped into his mind.

What if he went along with this?

What if he fucked this horny, drunken milf like she so desperately wanted. The time machine was close at hand and he now knew of a way to recharge it at Mr Daniels place. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad. He was hurt and confused by everything that had happened with Susie, but right before him there was a source of comfort. He could have his fun, and then he could fix it afterwards. Sure there were a few kinks to work out, but he had all the time in the world…