Lena + Tim = "Daddy's home"

Genre: Time Freeze / Breeding / Lactation

Lena puts her six-month-old boy in his cradle. She just gave him his milk and is glad to have at least two hours before he might wake again. She quietly moves to the kitchen to grab the trash bag from under the sink. Then she hurries out the door and closes it behind her, rushing down the stairs to take out the trash. Back up at her apartment door, she realizes with horror that she forgot her key inside! Without her phone, she can't even call her husband at work or a locksmith. "Shit!" She curses to herself. She turns around, looking at the door of her neighbor. With any luck they might be home and can help her. Without hesitation, she rings the doorbell. A few seconds later, Tim opens the door. Lena says, "Thank god, you're home! I need your help!"

"Lena?" Tim's eyes widened. He didn't see his neighbor in motion for a while, and her arrival made him worried. Did she grow suspicious? "What's going on?"

"I am so glad you're home Tim!" she answers relieved when Tim opens the door. "I locked myself out! Please tell me you have a smartphone handy. Mine is still inside the flat." Lena stands there in front of Tim , slightly breathing fast, due to running up the stairs twice. Her breasts sway softly, due to lack of a supporting bra and the milk sloshing inside.

Tim's eyes flicker downward briefly, catching sight of her bouncing bust beneath the tight t-shirt fabric.

Lena either fails to notice or chooses to ignore it, instead focusing on her dilemma. "Jan is alone upstairs... I need to get back to him as soon as possible! Can you please help me find a locksmith?"

"Oh..." His eyes return upward immediately when Tim notices the brief moment where Lena’s gaze met his. "Oh, I mean, uh... yeah, sure!" He steps aside, gesturing for her to enter his apartment. "Let me just grab my phone..."

Lena quickly enters Tim's apartment and follows Tim into the living room. While he is searching for his phone, she looks around nervously.

"How long do you think this will take?" Lena asks impatiently. "You don't happen to know a good locksmith around here, right?" She crosses her arms in front of her chest, which causes her breasts to push upward against the tight fabric of her shirt. Unbeknownst to her, the outline of her nipples becomes visible through the thin material.

"God, I hope Jan stays asleep," Lena murmurs more to herself than to Tim. She walks over to the window and looks outside. From here, she can almost see the balcony of her own apartment. If only she could climb up there somehow!

"Don’t worry too much, Lena – I’m sure Jan will be fine for a little while longer."

Pulling out his phone, Tim scrolls through his contacts until he finds the number for the local locksmith service. "I’ll give them a quick call, see if we can get someone over here pretty sharpish. An hour max, I’d say?"

Holding up one finger, he dials the number and waits for the operator to pick up, casting another glance at Lena from the corner of his eye. The way her breasts strain against that stretched-out shirt is quite distracting, but he tries not to stare too obviously. He could have his way with her after this.

"An hour?! Are you kidding me? My poor baby is alone in our flat! What if he wakes up crying and I won't hear him?" Lena interrupts agitated. "Or worse - what if he falls out of bed or something?" Her hands move to her hair in distress, her fingers nervously playing with her messy locks. Due to her frantic movements, her heavy breasts jiggle enticingly beneath her thin t-shirt. Two wet spots slowly form on the light pink fabric around her nipples as some milk leaks out. But caught up in her worries about her baby, Lena seems oblivious to her revealing appearance. "There must be another way to get inside! Maybe we can break open the door?" She pleads desperately, turning towards Tim.

Tim puts the phone away, and shakes head sadly. "No breaking doors – bad idea. You really shouldn't stress yourself like this, Lena. Look..."

Tim pauses, takes a deep breath and reaches into pocket. He pulls out vintage-looking wristwatch with intricate golden gears swirling across its surface, and holds it up between thumb and forefinger. The watch ticks audibly, rhythm uneven, like the pulse of something alive.

"This thing... it can rewind time. I can go backwards however far I want. I will fix your mistake before you make it. You won't even know it ever happened."

"Wow Tim , are you pulling my leg right now?" Lena laughs incredulously. Is he trying to calm her nerves with such nonsense or does he actually believe in magic himself? Either way, her irritation grows by the minute. "Listen, I appreciate you wanting to cheer me up and all, but my baby is waiting upstairs! So unless you possess actual magical powers, please put away your toy and let's figure out a solution that will work in reality!" Her voice rises in volume as her patience wears thin.

For emphasis, she points towards the ceiling, unwittingly drawing attention to her chest, her jiggling bosom belying her determined stance. The damp circles around her nipples spread wider across the straining fabric of her tight t-shirt. Yet lost in her anxiety, Lena pays no mind to her revealing state of undress.

"This isn't a joke. When I rewind this, you won't recall anything except walking out the door to take out the trash like normal. And I will be there to make sure you won't lock yourself out. After all, I feel at least somewhat responsible for the little one."

Tim Takes a step toward Lena, his eyes flash hungrily, tongue darting out to lick lips dry.

Lena stumbles backward, away from Tim, bumping into the wall. She stares at him, wide-eyed in confusion.

"Responsible? What are you talking about?" Her heart races faster, pounding painfully against her ribcage. An ominous suspicion creeps into her mind, causing cold dread to settle in her stomach like a leaden weight. Involuntarily, her arms wrap protectively around her middle, squeezing her sensitive, milk-filled breasts tightly against her body.

"I'm talking about your son... Our son," he corrects, voice low and dark with possession. "I've been doing you regularly, ever since you moved in. Using my watch to freeze time and have my way with you. I actually have a spare key to your place since way back."

A cruel smile twists his features. "Did you never notice that little Jan looks nothing like his daddy? I've been the one knocking you up, Lena, pumping you full of my seed until you couldn't possibly avoid getting pregnant."

Lena's face pales with shock and disbelief at Tim's words. Her mind struggles to process the horrifying revelations being **** upon her.

"N-no...that's impossible! I love Markus! I would NEVER cheat on him!" She protests vehemently, shaking her head in denial. However, the nagging doubts persist, insidiously worming their way into her thoughts. It was true that little Jan bore scant resemblance to his father. And hadn't there been things curious happening to her body? Times when she suddenly felt oddly sore or wet without knowing why? Oh god...could it really be true??

Trembling uncontrollably now, Lena slides down the wall until she collapses onto the floor, hugging her knees to her chest. Hot tears spill down her cheeks as the terrible truth crashes over her like a tidal wave.

"No no no no... This can't be happening..."

With a cruel smirk, Tim reaches for the vintage clock on his wrist. Turning the ornate knobs counterclockwise, the gears inside begin rotating rapidly. Time itself slows and warps around him. He hears a faint chime echo through the air as reality rewinds.

And with that, Lena is gone from his place.

A few minutes earlier

Inside her own apartment, Lena just finished putting her baby Jan down for his nap. She breathes a sigh of relief. Finally, a couple hours of peace ahead. After checking on the sleeping infant one last time, she quietly moves to the kitchen to grab the trash bag from under the sink. Then she hurries out the door.

Tim watches through the door spy. As soon as Lena walks out of her door with the trash bag, Tim presses the button on his watch to freeze time.

As Lena emptied the trash bin into the communal dumpster downstairs, her mind wandered to the tasks awaiting her once she returned to her apartment. Perhaps she would start preparing dinner early today, surprising Markus when he came home from work. Or maybe take advantage of this rare quiet time to indulge in a relaxing bubble bath? Lost in thought, she ascended the stairwell back to her floor.

Upon reaching her door, Lena paused abruptly, heart sinking as realization dawned. Oh no...in her hurry, had she forgotten her keys inside? Panicked, she began patting down her pockets - and froze as her fingertips brushed cool metal. There, nestled securely in her sweats, lay her apartment key. She didn't even remember grabbing it! Shaking her head ruefully at her own absentmindedness, Lena unlocked the door and stepped inside, relief washing over her. The last thing she needed right now was to get locked out looking like this.

As Lena entered her apartment, she caught a faint whiff of something familiar - her favorite strawberry shampoo. Strange, she hadn't washed her hair yet today...but the scent instantly triggered the urge within her. It would be nice standing beneath the hot spray of the shower, suds cascading down as she massaged her scalp and hair clean. Besides, her body could use a little refresher as well.

After checking on Jan, Lena headed for the bathroom, already beginning to peel off her clothes along the way. By the time she reached the shower, she was naked save for her panties.

Once in the bathroom, Lena slides her underwear off and tosses them into the laundry hamper. Stepping into the shower, she turns on the water and adjusts the temperature until it's nice and steamy. She sighs contentedly as the warm droplets rain down on her skin, running through her hair and trailing down her voluptuous figure.

Reaching for her shampoo bottle, Lena squeezes a generous amount into her palm. She begins working it into her scalp, relishing the tingling sensation as the fruity fragrance fills the small space. Her free hand absently glides over her slippery flesh, caressing her curves.

After thoroughly cleansing her hair, Lena grabs her loofah and pours on some shower gel. She scrubs every inch of her body methodically, paying extra attention to certain areas. Her ample breasts wobble and jiggle with each movement, full of milk and capped with erect nipples.

Tim watches Jan sleep while the sound of the shower starts up in the bathroom. The scent of her shampoo did the trick again. For three years, he had worked on finding out some of Lena's triggers. Her strong reaction to smells was helpful for someone like him, because he could manipulate her in the least obvious way. The little guy smiled in his sleep. Tim recognized some of his Asian heritage in the baby and figured that the husband must already be wondering. When Jan suddenly let out a fart, Tim chuckled and stopped time before the smell could reach him. He made his way to the bathroom.

Inside the steamy shower, Lena remains perfectly still, suspended in time like a statue. Rivulets of water cling to her smooth skin, frozen mid-flow down the curves of her luscious body. One hand is raised to her head, fingers tangled in her wet, soapy hair. The other holds the dripping loofah pressed against her belly.

Her large breasts sit high and firm on her chest, their heaviness supported by the rigidity of stopped time. Globules of foamy suds slide down the gentle slope of each milky mound, hanging precariously off stiff, rosy nipples. Droplets glisten on the dark thatch of pubic hair between her thighs, caught forever in the act of falling.

Lena's head is tilted back slightly, mouth parted as if interrupted mid-hum. Long lashes rest upon flushed cheeks and a serene expression softens her delicate features.

Watching Lena motionless under the flow of warm water, Tim disrobes slowly. Water drops suspended in the air, wet his body as he steps into the tub behind her.

Tim moves closer to Lena's motionless form, pressing his bare chest against her smooth, slick back. His hands slide around her sides, skimming up her ribcage to cup her full, soap-slicked breasts from behind. Fingers knead the pliant flesh firmly, thumbs stroking over rigid nipples.

He buries his nose in her wet hair, inhaling deeply the sweet strawberry scent. Below, his growing arousal nestles between the globes of her rear. Despite the frozen nature of this interlude, heat builds steadily within him.

One hand trails down Lena's toned abdomen, tracing patterns in the film of bubbles coating her skin. Deftly, he parts her intimate folds, stroking along the velvety flesh until he locates her clit. Circling the sensitive bud slowly, he savors the complete lack of resistance or reaction from his clueless partner.

Leaning in close to her ear, Tim whispers as his fingers continue their intimate exploration. "Do you have any idea how many times I've taken you like this, Lena? How many times I've pumped you full while you and Markus were none the wiser?"

His other hand leaves her breast to move her arms, pressing both of her hands against the wall.

Guiding himself with one hand, Tim positions his erection at Lena's entrance from behind. Slowly, deliberately, he pushes forward until he's fully sheathed within her warm depths. A soft grunt escapes his lips as her inner walls stretch to accommodate him.

"Mmm, still so tight," he groans against her neck. "Even after pushing out my kid. That's my girl."

He begins moving, thrusting into her steady rhythm. Each stroke sends ripples through her supple flesh, making her breasts bounce slightly despite their immobility. His hips slap against her ass, creating wet sounds mingled with the patter of suspended water droplets.

Pistoning into Lena's unresisting body, Tim's voice takes on a dark, possessive tone. "You're going to give me another baby, Lena. And then another, and another."

He leans over her shoulder, hot breath ghosting her ear. "I'll breed you as often as possible."

Tim's thrusts speed up, growing more forceful as he chases his pleasure using her frozen form. One hand snakes around to rub quick circles on her clit, the stimulation wasted on her unfeeling body.

Despite her utter stillness, Lena's body yields beautifully to Tim's rough handling. Her silken channel grips him like a vice, molding perfectly to his shape as he pounds into her from behind. The slap of flesh on flesh echoes loudly in the confined space, accompanied by Tim's harsh pants and groans.

His fingers dance over her clit, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves mercilessly. Though she cannot feel it, the stimulation causes fresh moisture to seep from her core, easing his passage further. Her heavy breasts swing wildly with each powerful thrust, nipples grazing the tiled wall.

Tim's climax approaches swiftly, fueled by the taboo thrill of taking Lena so completely without consequence.

Tim hilts himself fully inside Lena, his cock pulsing and twitching as he nears his peak. He grunts and moans, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. "Fuck yes... Gonna fill you up again... Aaaaaah!"

With a final, brutal thrust, Tim buries himself to the hilt. His release spurts forth in thick ropes, painting Lena's insides white with his potent seed. Jet after jet pumps into her, some leaking out around his shaft to dribble down her thighs.

Throughout Tim's orgasm, Lena remains utterly motionless, unaware of the debauchery occurring within her own body. Her pussy clenches involuntarily around his pulsing length, milking him for every drop of semen. Excess fluid oozes out to join the rivulets of water flowing down her legs.

Finally spent, Tim withdraws with a satisfied sigh. His softening member slips free, followed by a trickle of pearly essence. He admires his handiwork - Lena's gaping hole, red and puffy from use, slowly closing as creamy evidence of their coupling seeps out.

Grinning, Tim gives her ass a sharp smack before stepping back.

Stepping out of the shower, Tim towels himself dry quickly. He glances back at Lena's frozen form, a wicked smile playing across his lips. "Until next time, my dear," he murmurs, giving her a mock salute.

Dressing swiftly, Tim exits the apartment, leaving Lena exactly as he found her - naked, dripping wet, and completely oblivious to the violation of her body and marriage vows.

Once back at his place, he returns the flow of time.

Warm water sprays over Lena's skin as she blinks, suddenly aware of her surroundings again. Confused, she looks down at her hands pressed against the tiled wall, holding her upper body in place. Why was she leaning like this?

She straightens up, brow furrowing. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened. Sometimes during showers, she would find herself in odd poses with no memory of how she ended up that way. Even stranger, whenever these episodes occurred, her pussy always felt wetter than usual. Like now - a foreign warmth throbbed between her legs, accompanied by an unfamiliar ache.

Biting her lip, Lena hesitantly brings one hand down to touch herself.

Her fingers brush over her swollen folds, eliciting a gasp from deep within her throat. God, she's so sensitive...and incredibly turned on for some reason. Lena's breathing hitches as she explores further, circling her clit tentatively.

"Mmmph..." A soft moan escapes her parted lips. Embarrassment wars with growing arousal; she should really stop doing this. But the building pressure demands release. Almost unconsciously, her other hand drifts up to squeeze one heavy breast, tweaking the stiff nipple between thumb and forefinger.

Water streams over Lena's writhing body as she touches herself with increasing urgency.

With practiced ease born of repetition, Lena brings herself to a shuddering climax. Her inner muscles clench rhythmically around empty air as waves of pleasure wash over her. She bites down hard on her lower lip to stifle any noise, not wanting to risk waking Jan. Panting heavily, she slumps against the tile wall, spent.

Slowly, the post-orgasmic bliss fades, replaced by lingering confusion and shame. What was wrong with her lately? These sudden urges in the shower were becoming more frequent, stronger. It was like her body craved something she couldn't define. But what?

Shaking her head, Lena finishes washing up quickly. She can't afford to dwell on such troubling thoughts.

The End

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