Quickie Before the Dance

Marty McFly pulled Doc's 1954 cream-colored Packard into an open space near the back of the Hill Valley High School parking lot. Seated next to him was his date that evening to the Enchantment Under the Sea Dance: his future mother, Lorraine Baines. One week earlier, Marty had accidentally used his scientist friend's time machine to send himself backward in time to 1955, the year that his parents were seniors in high school. After weeklong adventure, stranded in the past and preparing to return home, Marty found himself in a very awkward situation. As it happened, Lorraine wasn't just Marty's future mother: she was also a gorgeous eighteen-year-old high school senior who had a major crush on her son. To the time travelling teenager's mom, Marty—or Calvin Klein as she called him, confused by the branding on his underwear—was the perfect combination of adventurous and mysterious who had literally appeared out of nowhere. Lorraine had been infatuated with Marty from the moment she first set eyes on him a week earlier. Having just accidentally travelled back in time, and still oblivious to the consequences of his actions, Marty had rushed to push his father-to-be out of the way of an oncoming car. While George McFly had been spared from harm, Marty himself was hit by none other than Lorraine's father (and Marty's future grandfather). This fateful decision had interrupted the natural course of events that would have one day led to George and Lorraine's marriage—and the three children that would be born as a result. As the week progressed, Marty had found himself unable to refuse Lorraine's invitation to be his date at the dance. Seeing this as his last opportunity to unite his parents, Marty had devised a plan in which he would "take advantage of" Lorraine, at which point his father George would be standing by to intervene. If the plan were successful, George's "heroics" would win Lorraine's heart, and the timeline would be corrected. And now, here they were together, all dressed up and ready for a good time. Marty was wearing a sport coat with a tie hung loosely around his neck. Lorraine had worn her favorite pink gown, a strapless dress that barely contained her soft, bulging teenaged breasts. "So do you mind if we, uh, park?" Marty asked awkwardly. "Marty, I'm eighteen years old. It's not like I've never parked before." Lorraine scooted over on the long front seat of the Packard. Very close to him. He could smell her sweet, flowery perfume, clouding his mind. Marty fidgeted. "You seem nervous," Lorraine observed. "Is anything wrong?" Both of them were very nervous, but for very different reasons. Marty's mind was racing because of what he was about to do. In order for the plan to be successful, he was going to have to force himself on his own mother so that she could be "rescued." He was sure that she would be mortified and would hate him forever, and he hated having to do it. She looked so beautiful that evening, and it felt wrong to ruin this young woman's dreams. Meanwhile, Lorraine's heart was fluttering as she prepared to throw herself at "Calvin" in order to secure his long-term affection. "Here, have some of this, it'll help you relax." Lorraine pulled a small pint bottle of gin from her purse and offered it to Marty. "Where did you get that!?" Marty asked incredulously. This was a side of his mother that he had never even imagined. "I swiped it from the old lady's liquor cabinet," Lorraine said with a smug smile as she took a nip from the bottle. "Lorraine, you shouldn't drink!" Marty said lamely. Marty, of course, drank all the time back in his own time. But seeing his young mother do it was just… confusing. "Why not?" Lorraine asked. "Because…" Marty continued awkwardly, "you might regret it… later in life." Lorraine looked at Marty with exasperated eyes. "Calvin, don't be such a square! Everybody who's anybody drinks!" She again offered her son the bottle. Marty looked down toward the bottle, also noticing the way his mother's perfect, pale tits were spilling out of the dress in front of him. "Yeah, alright, maybe I could use a hit." He took the bottle and took a swig. Just as he did so, Lorraine lit up a cigarette, causing Marty to spit out the gin in surprise. "Jesus, you smoke too!?" Lorraine gave Marty a concerned look, her cigarette still smoking in her hand. "You know, you're starting to sound just like my mother." Marty didn't have a reply. He fidgeted and looked at the clock again. "Calvin, why are you so nervous?" Lorraine asked again, sounding slightly concerned. Marty took a deep breath. "Well… have you ever been in a situation where, well you know you have to act a certain way, but when you get there, you're not sure if you can go through with it?" Lorraine nodded understandingly. "You mean like how you're supposed to act with someone on a first date?" "Well, sort of…" Marty replied. "I think I know exactly what you mean," Lorraine said in a soft, breathy tone. "You do?" Lorraine nodded, staring into Marty's eyes. "Do you know what I do in those situations?" "What?" Marty asked, looking back at her. "I don't worry." Lorraine said with a smile, closing her eyes and leaning forcefully into Marty and kissing him passionately. Marty's eyes widened as Lorraine continued assaulting her son with her tongue for several moments before stopping abruptly. She pushed him away. "Something's wrong…" Lorraine muttered, looking down at the seat between them. "I don't know what it is, but… when I kiss you it feels like… I'm kissing… my brother. I guess that doesn't make sense, does it?" "Believe me," Marty replied, "it makes perfect sense." At this point, Marty was ready to abandon his plan to force himself on Lorraine. The entire situation had become so uncomfortable that he was sure there was no way he could do it. George would be along in a few moments, of course, and then they would need to improvise. But Lorraine had other ideas. She leaned forward again toward Marty, knowingly giving him a full view of the contents of her dress. Marty swallowed, feeling his blood rushing southward. It's your mom…he reminded herself. Those are your mom's tits. Lorraine reached up toward Marty's face with her soft, white hand. She turned his head toward hers, their faces inches apart. "Let's try that again," she breathed, moving in again for a passionate kiss. Marty decided to go along with it this time, just to see if the plan might still work. He forced himself to think about something else—anythingelse—as his mother's tongue danced around inside his mouth. He finally started to pretend that Lorraine was Jennifer, Marty's girlfriend back in his own time. The mental image of Jennifer's pretty face and hot body eased his mind, allowing him to finally put some effort into making out with his mom. Lorraine sensed Marty's increased commitment to this kiss and pulled herself even closer and partially onto his lap. Marty felt himself starting to get hard as she pressed her supple round breasts against his chest. Oh fuck, Marty thought as Lorraine continued kissing him enthusiastically with her hands wrapped around his neck. We're actually doing this. I'm actually going to do this. Having never actually raped anyone before, Marty wasn't sure how to begin. In fact, their contact thus far had been entirely consensual and actually initiated by Lorraine. All I need to do is take things too far, right?Marty thought. It's 1955. I'm pretty sure everything was considered inappropriate back then. Without breaking from their make-out session, Marty reached up with his right hand and cupped Lorraine's breast. He squeezed against the pink cloth of her dress, feeling and kneading his mother's tit through the fabric. To his surprise, Lorraine responded by moaning softly into his mouth and pressing her chest more firmly into his hand. Wait,Marty thought in shock, she's into this? I guess I'll have to take it up another notch. Marty slid his hand away from Lorraine's breast and grasped the top of her dress. He pulled it down, exposing Lorraine's left nipple to the cold night air. Lorraine gasped and looked at Marty with a horny smile. "Why, Calvin!" She said in a low voice. "You just couldn't wait, huh?" "Uh, what?" Marty asked. This was not the reaction he was going for at all. "Calvin, you know I've been throwing myself at you all week," Lorrain replied. "All you had to do was ask." With that, she took Marty by the hand and guided him back to her now-bare breast. Marty took her into his hand without hesitation, his firm dick now straining against his dress pants at the sensation of his mother's doughy teenaged tits. Lorraine leaned back in and shoved her tongue deep into her son's mouth, aggressively exploring the back of his mouth. She reached down with her hand and began groping the front of Marty's pants, quickly finding the long, hard shaft inside and running her hand up and down its length. Holy fuck, Marty thought. I had no idea mom was such a slut! Determined to bring it up one more notch to win the game of sexual chicken, he let go of Lorraine's chest and reached down to undo the clasp of his belt buckle. Lorraine broke from their kiss and looked down, eagerly watching as Marty pulled his rock-hard, eight inch member out of his Calvin Klein underwear. Go ahead, slap me, Marty thought. Call me a pervert. Call for help. Instead, Lorraine said nothing; she bit her lip as she used her tiny, soft hand to grip Marty's girth. She slowly started jacking him off, once again leaning in for a tongue-filled kiss. Without thinking, Marty again reached for Lorraine's exposed breast and pinched her nipple firmly between his fingers. "Mmph, Calvin," Lorraine whispered breathlessly. She started stroking her son's cock faster. Marty wondered where the limit was with his horny high school mom and what he had to do in order to stop this chain of events. Marty let go of his Lorraine's nipple and grabbed her by the back of her head by her hair. Lorraine looked at Marty with hungry eyes. "Have you ever sucked a cock before?" Marty asked. Lorraine nodded. "Just once, not for very long though. Biff convinced me to do it behind the bleachers but then someone showed up." Marty told his Lorraine to stick out her tongue. With his hand still clasping the back of her hair, he lowered her open mouth toward his lap. Marty let out an enraptured sigh as he felt his mother's warm, wet mouth engulf his head. She's actually doing it, Marty thought, my mom is sucking my dick! Lorraine enthusiastically bobbed her head up and down on her son's cock, massaging him with her tongue. For a beginner at giving head, she really wasn't that bad. Marty only felt himself brush against her teeth once or twice. Even more impressively, Lorraine didn't seem to have much of a gag reflex; before long, Lorraine had swallowed all eight inches and held him there. Marty felt his hips buck involuntarily as his dick twitched against the tightness of his mother's schoolgirl throat. When Lorraine came up for air, she asked, "Does that feel good, Calvin?" Marty nodded breathlessly. "Does this mean we're going steady now?" she asked. Marty didn't reply, but guided her head back onto his cock. Lorraine continued to pleasure him as she pulled her other breast from her dress allowing Marty to fondle her pillowy tits while she sucked him. Lorraine climbed onto the wide front car seat and lay partially on her stomach with Marty's dick in her mouth. Damn, mom, Marty thought, who knew you loved cock this much? You can't honestly expect me to believe you've only done this once. The thought of Lorraine on her knees in front of Biff sent a wave of sick pleasure through his body. He nearly shot his wad at imagining his mother taking turns swallowing load after load from the buff blonde bully and his stupid friends. Alright slut, let's see if you're ready to take it all the way. Marty traced his hand down the skin of Lorraine's back, finally taking a handful of the pink dress covering her ass. Lorraine responded by lifting her rear invitingly. He grabbed a fistful of the dress and pulled it up, exposing her smooth white legs and frilly panties. Marty then slid his hand underneath her panties and ran his finger from his mom's rear entrance to her front. His finger slid into her soaked pussy with ease. Marty continued to finger his mom's hole while she sucked him. He stretched her out, getting her ready. Finally, he told her to stop and pulled her back up onto the seat to face him. Lorraine complied willingly and sat with her back against the front passenger door. She slid her panties down her smooth, shaved legs and dropped them to the car floor. "Have you ever done this before?" Marty asked. In his state of arousal, he was fully prepared to deflower his mother's high school pussy. Lorraine shook her head. "Only with… you know… toys." Marty nodded. "Perfect. Just lean back." Lorraine did as she was told as her son positioned himself between her spread-open legs. Marty kneeled as he leaned forward, licking and sucking on the hole he came from. Or, that is, the hole he would somedaycome from. For right now, the only thing on his mind as he explored his mother's fresh teenaged fuck-hole was how much better it tasted than Jennifer's. His mom moaned loudly as Marty ate her out – clearly no one had done this to her before. She came after what seemed like only a few seconds and then pulled Marty up into another deep kiss. Without breaking from the kiss, Marty guided his firm erection toward her entrance. Lorraine gasped, wide-eyed, as he gently pushed inside of her. Maybe I should have worn a condom?Marty pondered. Do condoms even exist in 1955? Those thoughts were quickly erased from existence as he slowly moved in and out of her unbelievably tight, lubricated hole. Lorraine held her son close and breathed heavily in his ear as he plowed her deeper and deeper with each thrust. She pushed back against the car door behind her, sliding down so that she could lay underneath Marty on the front seat of the car. Marty continued to fuck his mother in missionary position while he licked and sucked at her neck and shoulders. Lorraine's neck and shoulders became covered in shameless red hickies as her son continued to ravage her. My god, mom's pussy is amazing, Marty thought in a blur. I don't think I can go back to Jennifer after this. As their passion intensified, Marty felt himself getting close to bursting. He quickened his face as he built toward a climax. "Mom, I'm gonna cum," he said in a haze. "Do it," Lorraine moaned back, "do it inside me, Calvin." Marty let out a loud wail as the tension erupted inside his dick. He kept thrusting in and out of Lorraine, even after she wrapped her legs around his back and held him tight. "Come on, Calvin," she whispered passionately into her son's ear. "Knock me up, make me a mother." Marty lost all control in that moment as his balls released and he began spewing out globs of thick, hot semen. He tried to pull out, but found himself unable to get past Lorraine's greedy legs wrapped around him and holding him inside. Marty gave in to the moment. He thrust himself balls deep into his mother's pussy and filled her fertile, teenaged womb with his cum. For several moments afterward, Lorraine held him there inside of her. She kissed the side of his face and his ear. "Did you like that, Calvin?" she whispered. "Oh god yes," Marty panted. Suddenly, the door behind Marty was pulled violently open. George! Marty thought in a panic. But it wasn't George. Biff reached in with a long, muscular arm and pulled Marty from the car. He was surrounded by his gang of goons, each one grinning from ear to ear as they watched their leader press Marty up against the car. "You cost three thousand bucks damage to my car, you son of a bitch! And I'm gonna take it out of your ass!" Biff warned furiously, his breath reeking of bourbon. "Yo, Biff!" the goon wearing 3-D glasses called out. "Get a load of the dork's ding dong!" Biff looked down to see Marty's still-semi-hard penis hanging out of his open pants. "What the fuck!?" Biff exclaimed before looking into the car toward Lorraine. She had once again backed herself up against the passenger door, looking frightened. "Leave him alone, Biff!" she pleaded. Biff looked back to Marty. "Did you two just…? What the fuck!" Biff punched Marty hard in the stomach and tossed him toward his friends. "Goddammit, get him out of here! The bitch is fucking ruined. Fuck!" Marty reeled as Biff's goons held him up. "What are we gonna do, man?" they asked. Buff shrugged. "Just make like a tree and get him outta here. Then meet me inside." Biff walked away from the scene in a huff. * * * Biff's goons stuffed Marty into the trunk of a car. He was later released by the band that was performing that night at the dance while they were taking a break. Marty went into the gym to see what had become of Lorraine and George, but he never saw either of them again. Finally, he went back to find Doc so that he could go home. Sure, his parents didn't end up together that night, but they would later, right? What do you think? Did George and Lorraine ever fall in love? Did Marty cease to exist? Did Marty get his mom pregnant? Should this ridiculous story continue? Leave a comment to let me know, and thanks for reading. Next time I'll try to pick a subject that isn't based on a really old movie.