She was petite but muscular, a compact, busty Hispanic. Her black hair was in a pixie cut that framed her face nicely and revealed very tasty looking ...ars decorated with piercings, a tiny diamond glittering on one nostril. She looked real good in her undercover outfit -- short skirt, tight top -- more "young and available" than "hooker at work," though I bet she could pull off that just as easily. I couldn't help wondering how she'd look in her uniform -- and out of it. She kept looking at me. All of that came back in a rush that Monday morning. It was then almost drowned out by terror when I realized that my trip through time had taken away my security blanket: I had no idea where I could find a hard shell bicycle helmet in the summer of 1972! I hadn’t been on a bike without a helmet since 1979 when a bad fall had left me with a nasty concussion. Of course, I knew that insisting on getting one, assuming I could even find one, would be hugely anomalous behavior; but I might have done. Bitch. Bitch. Let's see what you feel like inside. Better still lets see what you look like.' Kitty starts to stir. Me: 'What the? What the fuck? You coming too already? Fuck, I thought I'd have to use the smelling salts. OK. So what the? OK. I'll get to your cunt later. Right now I've got a nipple to cut off.' Kitty slowly regained her awareness. Me: 'Hey. Hey. You back in the land of the living?' Kitty: 'What? What? What are you doing? What have you. Mom's mouth was open wide. Here I was the only man in my mother's pussy except my father, in the past twenty years.My cock palpitated inside Mom, I was resting against her, kissing her, letting her adjust. Her muscles grasped at me. Almost immediately Mom was thrusting her hips at me. Slowly I worked my hips at her. Mom's nails clawed at my back. She broke our kiss. "Please, honey, it feels so wonderful. Don't hold back anymore, give it to me. Give it all to me!" I love you Mom." I said, but.