1. Meeting Daddy in the Past


    Date: 8/29/2017, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Incest, Male / Older Female, Oral Sex, Young, Author: geilkoekje11, Rating: 90.8, Source: sexstories.com

    flash of light stuns me. I shake my head to clear it. When I can see again, I'm sitting on a park bench. I look around. Behind me is the lab. It's much smaller than it used to be. Or... will be. It worked? I'm in 1995? Everything seems pretty much the same. Maybe a little cleaner. I look down at my high-school class of 2013 t-shirt and realize I need to change. I'm sure anyone who notices will think it's a joke. I know the area. This is where I grew up. Or where I will grow up. I make my way to the hotel two blocks down. I'll need a place to set up anyway. I grin when I get the total for my room. Cheap! In the room, I shower and change into the outfit. Inside is a sketch from the doctor showing how the clothes are meant to be worn. I'm now wearing a red plaid skirt and a black t-shirt with ruffles on the front. I scowl at a red headband, but I want to follow the Doc's directions, so I slide it onto my head. I look into the mirror. I have long, curly black hair, so the outfit matches me, but headbands are way out of style. Shrugging, I pick up the tiny, black bag and slip my fake ID into it, along with a few hundred dollars. Huntra Jackson. I'm Huntra Jackson for now. The lady at the front desk gives me snaps on my outfit. I wander into the street feeling devious. What should I do? I know I'm not supposed to interact with anyone I know, but there should be no problem if I just spy a little. None of my friends have been born yet. My mom and dad haven't even met yet. I wonder ...
    what dad was like—or is like now. He's been so rigid and proper for all the years I've known him. He's gotta be, like, nineteen in this time period. Twenty? But where would he be? It's summer, so he'd probably already be home for summer. I head to his dad's law firm. It looks practically the same. The sign is different. Instead of McArthur and McArthur, it says, McArthur and Chase. Of course Dad wouldn't be partner yet. I feel excited staring at the revolving doors of the business building. I shouldn't be here. Suddenly, a scene takes my attention. A security guard is ushering some guy in a leather jacket out onto the street to my left. "Your dad doesn't want you in here," the guard says firmly. "Hey, don't tell me what to do, ya fuckin' rent-a-cop." The guard swells but the guy holds his ground with a jerk of his head. The guard scoffs and heads back to the building. The guy spits and murmurs, "Like I care what the old man thinks." He tugs on his leather jacket and starts walking away. I have trouble moving. That tough guy. That's my dad. He's young. A little older than me. I want to approach him but I look down at my outfit. I look like such a goody goody. I wish the Doctor had slipped me a leather jacket instead. I don't want him to think I'm... square or whatever the lingo is back—now. My dad turns the corner and I hurry to catch up. I can't believe I found him so easily. I turn the corner and rush on, but double back. I saw my dad down an alleyway. I don't see him anymore, ...
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