No one under the age of XIV has any sex in this story.

REBOUND 2 :

I am standing and looking into the mirror again this morning, just like many years in the past when my age rebounded from exactly seventy-five to eighteen over various dark's adjustments. The store of how very well that liveliness had been was still clean in my judgment. And my number one life had been rather thoroughly also, both of them with fine womanly mates.

I never got an explanation of how this worked the first time, and was just as puzzled this time. Was it the outworking of some kind of karma from two lives lived rather well, or some variant of the Buddhist concepts of reincarnation ? I just had no estimation, and since the past was instantly upon me, I had no clip to meditate it at the present.

After freshening up in the toilet, I moved to the living room to sit in my favorite chair and ponder my succeeding steps. I knew immediately, that I had no purpose of reliving the heart-warming sprightliness experience that I had with Mariko. It had been so especial that I wanted no chance to spoil that computer memory by some kind of faux pas with her in this one. So, if she came up again, I would gently parry her from my flow life.

I then dressed up in my dingy jean and shirt with my tennies that I favored over the newer variation's shoes now so expensively usable. And somehow, I sensed that things might not be the Saami when I left my condo this time. The finale time this happened to me, I had remained in the Same clip era and so had coped with affair very well. But, this didn't have to be the causa this metre. So, I took all of the modern money out of my pocketbook, it would be still usable in the condominium if this was still the acquaint clock time. But, if I went back the fifty-seven eld that I had lost in age, to that early era too, it would be in the early on xix sixties.

So, I emptied my coin collections for that meter and earlier, along with the bills dated back then and got ready to start my hunt for a place in this era with a new youthful first again. I threw on a light jacket and moved out to mark off my mailbox at the posting core for the condominium complex. As soon as my feet hit the ground, all that I was familiar spirit with disappeared into the mists of time, and I found myself standing alongside of a state route aimed north and south Just theater and afforest around me.

With me in aggregate shock absorber, a county sheriff's deputy drove up and stopped to check me out. I was obviously a alien in his territorial dominion and one who seemed out of it, too.

In his coming swagman, he asked very brashly,"Who are you, kid ? And what are you doing out here in the woods alongside of the route ?"Evidently, sensitivity to public sensing was of a lower story of business organisation in this time.

So, I decided to play dense and gave him my real name, and that I was evidently abandoned here by my family for whatever reason, that I didn't know.

This threw him off running and so to deal, he asked,"What was your car like and describe your family."

"It was some kind of Studebaker and there was my father and mother and my baby Irene."dance on my invertebrate foot with that one. And he seemed to stare off into space with some recall of that public figure, too.

So, as a community of interests armed service, he took out his clubbing stick and moved me to the prowl car to handcuff me and enrapture me to the local infirmary for reflection. It was an uneventful trip-up, since I was cuffed in the back can and he had put away his nightclub for the present. When we got to the hospital, it had moved back to the south end of township along the bay side of meat hill where it had been in my youth.

The deputy quickly removed the cuffs and took my arm in his paw and led me into the emergency way. A Catholic Sister, dressed in a nurse's adaptation of a habit, took me into her care and led me to an exam room for the Dr. to hold in me over. She asked me questions about myself, and I answered in shipway that would adapt to my house of that era. I told her that I was from north Carolina and had no idea of how I came to be alone here. Also, that I had kinsfolk in the realm. I identified my actual gramps, plank Benson, as my removed uncle and nodded at her start over the name."Yes,"I admitted, there were some very odd beginning public figure in my go family. Some kind of twisted sense of commonwealth humor, I guessed. But, that my gens was Henry James Blassingame, a fairly normal sounding figure for that sentence, and my actual name also. Since this was an before menstruum of prison term, there would be no trouble for this, since my actual self was still centered in N.C, at this time, though currently traveling with my family.

The self-confidence of the hospital called back to my hometown and verified my identity by a deion and some pertinent motion. So, they put out a yell over the radios about me, but I knew that my family was now in Canada, and if they even did hear of the mystery kid, they wouldn't take it seriously, since their James II was right there in the back tooshie bickering with his kid sister.

So, they contacted my ‘ uncle'and turned me over to him. We had visited him a few days before, and he was glad to see me again. He and his adorable wife only had a daughter, and he had always wanted a son. But, from the kinfolk dynamic that I read, he was deficient in the process that would create one. So, with me now uncommitted, and with no unwanted intimate process needed, he just decided to aim me in and brush aside my sept from back east, wherever they were or would be.

His lovely wife, Muriel, didn't seem to hold a job with this either, nor did dixie, their sixteen year old daughter. She seemed to enjoy having a blood brother of her own to torment and punish for whatever offenses that she could think up. She was pretty, though. And I sorrowfully remembered that she died ten years after this as a M.A.S.H. unit nurse in Viet Nam, that monument to seventies hard knocks and agony. So, I proceeded to cut her a lot of slack water in my manner. No motivation to react negatively to the dead, even if they were still animated, I thought. And besides, she was so anathemize pretty. I think that I already mentioned that.

So, the future baby son's way was stripped down and remodeled to favor an eighteen year old ready-made one. Confederate States seemed to find a lot of delight in that process. By her still being the ‘ babe'sister now, she would not misplace a lot of the attentions that came to her to a infant boy. Especially the attentions of her father.

Since school was to start in a pair of calendar week, I was enrolled in the topical anaesthetic high schooltime, with the Saami loosely carried out corroborations ( as in my premature recoil ) from my home school back east. This was not the teacher's or administrator's faults at all. In those day, school funding had its issues, too. And so ‘ responsible'students did much of the grunge work to free the teacher to actually teach.

I would be a senior and my grades from vertebral column family were pretty good, about a B plus average. The same outcome as to learning was encountered, though. Since I wasn't here during my junior year when many of them were to be applied for. But, in those days before such an active public process of getting women's right field, the son got all of the help with college and lucky me, my ‘ uncle'was quite well to do. So, all I had to do was to up my grade level a bit and delight my post high school education.

As I settled in to the menage ambiance, it didn't take very long to get a firm hold on the outlet boiling along here. offset of all, it was a fine abode, kept very clean and neat. Everyone seemed to have bought into that. There was a stage of politeness that also made it very pleasant to be there. And everyone seemed to part in the responsibility and even in sharing of T.V. time, since this was before the solar day of T.V.s in the sleeping accommodation for children. And the meal were of a very fine family cooking order, too.

There were undercurrents and I picked up on them very quickly, too. There was a current of resentment between Muriel and plank. Evidently because of his human relationship with his 16 year old girl. Confederate States of America seemed a lot more than affectionate with her begetter, than would be formula for a girl at that age. And she was very polite to her mother, but not openly affectionate with her. Of course, the probable reasonableness for these manifestation just weren't mentioned in civilised beau monde in those times. It just priming coat along, with everyone looking the other way. Even in divorce actions, this was rarely addressed. jail bird don't pay alimony. But, despite the tensions here, any divorcement was highly unlikely. The condition within the house were just too beneficial for all concerned.

However, with me now in the household as a pseudo son, the dynamics were about to go into a unplumbed change of balance.

The first grounds of this was when in my tertiary week of mansion house, I got home early to incur Muriel taking a shower. Evidently preparing herself to be presented as the altogether mother and wife for the dinner party repast and evening family fellowship. I being the aged perv that I am, though now in a young man's body, moved to capture a coup d'oeil at her wet consistence in the shower.

When I opened the lav door, I would consume bet anything that it made no noise at all, but ‘ mom'called out to me at the door."Henry James, honey, would you please get me another bottle of shampoo from under the cesspit and pass it along to me in the exhibitioner ?"Then silence.

So, since I was already found out, I moved in and found the mention feeding bottle and moved over to give-up the ghost it over the top of the shower curtain rod. She moved first and then I found myself with a wide-opened stare looking directly at my ‘ mom's'magnificent body. She wiggled a bit to get her ‘ ganormous'mamilla in motion and then reached out to take the bottle from my hands. Then with a smile, she looked me in the optic and asked,"King James, why don't you peel and get in with me. You could scrub my dorsum and we together could save up some of the water and power bill by taking a shower together. And if you are care, no one else is due home base for another time of day and a half, and Dixie is into her father and he with her, so neither of them would manage that much."

So, I did as so requested and entered into the steaming shower to admire and assist out a lovely fair sex, who has obviously been mistreated by ignoring of her needs, too. As I got used to the temperature and her, she gave me the luffa poriferan and turned to provide me to work on her slim and toned back, with her howling butt cheek just down below. The laving didn't last long and I then was on my knees with my mouth up to her pussy and then to her ass.

She was at start shocked by this, but her body loved it and moved in concert to my attentions to it. Her feelings finally caught up and she moaned,"Oh Jimmy that feels so good. Please don't stop loving your mommy."So, I now added tongue actions to the two areas.

With this improver, she rose up to her full tiptop and begged,"Jimmy, don't you dare lay off that ! I soooo much looooove you."

She then reached back and found my dick to be fully inflated. So, she bent over with her work force on the interior dry wash fabric bar and instructed me to put that big tool where it belonged. I was very enthusiastic about that and immediately plowed right up into her ass, with a finger up her pussy vault. She was now moaning very loudly with discriminating little screams of,"Don't break off now, King James I !"

I heard the door open and a brief,"Oh, oh…"And then the door closed. I continued up in proficient old mom, and she let out an ‘ Oh My God,'in concert to her climaxing with a spray of her feminine cum all over my branch and thigh. She then slumped down for a hour or two, driving me even more deeply into her. Then when she came to from the nullification of her belief, she turned and licked off the cum that hadn't already been showered away.

She after that with her eyes staring holes into my face, bent backward and spread her peg with the instruction to,"Put it in me, James ! ... ... ... ... ... Fuck your mother, my son ! ... ... ... ... ... .... I want your cum up into me……………I want you to fill me up with your loving son's cum !"

So, I moved forward to her pussy hunched forward for my entrance and plowed right up into it with a fervent show of my feelings for this terrifically woman. I knew that she couldn't grasp this locating for long and so moved to cum up profoundly into her very quickly. With that she pulled me forward and installed her mammilla right into my mouth and begged me to suck on her like I did when I was her babe. Even though that had never happened, I had enceinte confidence that I could simulate that.

After a few minutes of that fun, we broke apart and dressed for her to wind up preparing dinner and to take on her motherly place at the dining room tabular array with her loving family unit. I couldn't assist but mark a more animise front of hers and a house but quiet smile present all through dinner party. I noticed plank noticing, also. He looked my way, but not in any incompatible manner, and then her eyes met up with Dixie's but got no restoration from her daughter.

After dinner I moved up to my room to stop the day's moral. And then went to sleep in profound felicity over the outcome in the shower. Sometime around two in the morning, I felt a presence in my bed. It felt like Muriel, but turned out to be Dixieland instead. She cuddled up to me and whispered that she was very turned on by her self-generation and needed help to get over the top, so he was to just get decently to fucking her, to calm her libido down.

So, she rolled to her back and lifted her legs to be stoop and elevated openly. I moved to the proper introduction position and fed my cock up into her kitty. She oohed and aahed over that and made some scuttlebutt to the statement that I was much bigger than her Dad, and stiffer, too. Just pillow talking, I figured.

I moved up into her and began the dance of life with her taking an active dance pardner's activity. She pushed up as I pushed down and we connected very deeply. With her stimulating me by actively kissing me and fingering my anus, I came very soon into her, with her thrashing about a bit in her climax, too. Then she roused up, gave me a big smooch and with some cum obviously draining down her ramification left over my way in a hurry.

Later that dawning, Muriel stopped by and whispered in my ear to get ready for school in the good morning, but to stay leaving, because we needed to talk, and other private times for us would be rarefied, if we didn't schedule them. And,"Enjoyed my girl, huh ?"And then she left.

In the daybreak, we all got ready for our days as common. I did see Dad hugging South as she came out of the main bathroom from her shower. He saw me see him, but neither of us made any move of acknowledgement of it. So, we sat at the breakfast table and enjoyed a fine meal in peace and positivity. Then Dad left first in the family line sedan chair, and then Dixie with a swipe at my arm on the way out.

Then with me and Mom alone, we went to her bedroom to bestow. We sat on the face of her bed with our ft on the carpet and she gathered me up into a fresh necking with a very wet kiss. Then she with a very wide smile moved down to her knees and opened my zipper to fetch out her play toy for some attentions.

She lowered my pants and then my undershorts to fully divulge me. She caressed my equipment while looking up to me and telling me,"I love you so lots my son. I want you to be so happy here. Please let me lead you dick into my mouth for me to try out you and for you to be relaxed for your day at school."

"Mom, this is great. But, if you don't hurry, I will be late to schooling and we have an important test today. In my first class !"

I figured that would get her on the move, but she moaned to me,"It is all right, son, I will repulse you there in the pick-up and covering for you if necessary."So, much for that elbow grease. I was going to be into it till the finish……… up in her.

With my ‘ morning Natalie Wood'still latent, she got me up quickly and then without undressing, opened her bodice to let her tits hang give up and laid back to lift her day trim up to break her un-pantied twat. It was glorious to the view, too. All reddened, wetted and assailable for my view with her legs widened out."Please lick it first, James !"So, I did and she moaned from the feeling that that generated.

Then with time on my mind, I mounted up and gave the old missy a real drive for her money. And she was gasping and shouting to a net cum-filled coming of the both of us. She reached up to snog me, and then we raced to get me ready for school day. On the way there, I laid down on the seat and as she worked the steerage wheel and columnar gear shift, I lifted her dress and side of meat moved her panty to nurse the cum out of her. She nearly put us in a ditch, but got me to schooling in one patch and then before she would let me leave, she moved me to the driver's attitude and with her splayed over the steering wheel and her vertebral column to me, she got another cargo to work out out what to do with. I made it in time to convey the mental testing, and got an A on it. Must have been through a relaxing morning, and a full moon evening of study the Night before.

four-spot weeks later, both Muriel and Confederate States of America turned up very pregnant. As fraught as a cleaning woman could be I surmised. It was quickly arranged for dixie to pass the summer at her aunt's out of town and to put the babe up for adoption. There was no way that it would be aborted, nor for her to raise it. She was just too Thomas Young for that challenge then. She cried when this plan became patent to her.

Muriel continued with the morning fun, and Dixie would show up on some of the nights. Evidently, Dad wasn't turned on by a pregnant daughter. There was some mention of a young secretary at work being his new sex interest. But, I doted on the two significant relatives, and gave them all that I could. And they both went wild in pleasing me, sometimes together when Dad was out of Ithiel Town on business organisation or hunting.

That springiness on a line hunting tripper, Dad was accidently killed in a hunting accident. Some noted that the accidental shooter was the young writing table's beginner, but since Dad though a fine family man was a terror at work, no one thought to look into it far than assigning it as an accident. Turned out that the Edward Young secretarial assistant was pregnant, too. So, her child was folded into the will of my sire as a prospective heir.

things form of settled down at place, with me and Mom and Confederacy. Since, my literal blank space in the family had never been made known to the public in superior general, and because though I was young in visual aspect, I also acted older because of my existent age and so no one thought much of it that I settled in as her lover afterwards. We didn't party favor answers to the funny, either. Just held our tongues to not agitate other's inquiries.

Since, beginner had left us with a generous pension, with sociable security department for mom, we got along fine. And I lived on as a professional person student for a issue of years, until I again got my Retail selling and MBA point, much to Muriel's joy. She got herself fixed so that there would be no more babies, too. And sadly, Dixie did die in Viet Nam as an United States Army nurse serving to serve others. That was a very sad day when the Army gloss guard came to our home with the news.

The son of Muriel and I turned out to be a fine boy and we named him Victor, for no discernable reason. It just came to take care, I guess. Lapp name as my grandad ( in my pilot life sentence ), though. And when he grew up, he married Jessie, a local anaesthetic native beauty and one of the sweet-smelling women that has ever been born. This was also consistent with what my original grandpa had done. And to get behind this out further, they had a son public figure Matthew, the Sami name as my original founding father. Thank good in this rendition of my life sentence, Jessie didn't die early like she had in my original life.

This all became very unsettling to me, but since the multiplication didn't oppose up between this era and my master copy life as to clock time periods, I guess it was just a screwball coincidence after all.

Muriel died leaving me alone for the last XX years of my lifetime and then I followed her upon the night of my 75th natal day .