What the hell was that? My eyes snapped open and an intense white light was coming out of the bathroom. I threw my hands up and tried to block it, it was so bright it hurt. I thought it was coming from the bathroom, but it didn’t look like what I had seen last night as I fell asleep. Where was the mirror? A large, gold framed mirror had been over the sink for eight years. My wife had picked it and I put it in when we bought the house. As my eyes got used to the glare, what I could see wasn’t my bathroom. A room that looked like a warehouse instead, and people in strange clothing moving around, some with very large heads that looked almost insectile. What looked like compound eyes, but were helmets of some kind. Strange instruments with flashing lights everywhere. I blinked several times and it stayed the same. Then one of the figures stepped closer and motioned to someone I couldn’t see. The door frame changed, becoming a deep black frame covered with what looked like a thin film. It flexed, rippled and fluctuated, then the image of a naked woman appeared. Large breasts and she kept stretching the film as she stepped forward, until it shattered into an image with a grey figure at the center and radiating spikes pointed inward. She was a shattered image. Like a picture painted on glass in black, then broken. As she stepped forward and started to change, I could see her more clearly and calmed a little. It changed again, and a solid figure appeared in my bedroom. It was a woman. She was human, a black woman, short, with large breasts that swayed as she moved. She wasn’t a tiny woman, and older. Forty-five or so, not a teenager. She also had no hair at her crotch, but that on her head was long and straight, hanging to her waist. As she stepped into the bedroom and toward me, she became a solid figure, and the light in the bathroom died, taking everything with it until I could see the mirror reappear behind her. She was stunningly beautiful and totally naked. “What the fuck? Why was a naked black woman in my bedroom at… what the hell time is it?” When I looked, it was just five-thirty in the morning and it was just getting light enough to see. She smiled and was even more beautiful. I still lay on my back with my head raised and started to sit up as she reached the bedside. She put her left hand on my chest and gently pushed me back down. It was hot! Hot enough to put a wince on my face as I tried to move away. She jerked it back and said, “I’m sorry, Paul, that happens during the transition. I can’t feel it and I forgot. When we pass through the warp it heats a thin layer of air that travels through with us. It’s very dense, compacted by the portal, and super-hot for a few milliseconds. It goes away quickly though.” When she reached for me again, I started to pull away, but her touch was a soft, gentle caress at a normal temperature. A gentle woman’s touch as she moved her hand and rubbed my chest where she had burned it. She kept Ankara bayan escort doing that as she explained, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her breasts. I had never been this close to breasts that big. Dark brown areola and large nipples. Freckles too. I looked up at her eyes and she said, “My name is Lela, and you will find this hard to believe. Just relax and enjoy it as I do what I need.” Then she ran her hand down, grabbed a hand-full of my stomach and started kneading it. She put her right hand on my head, the palm and fingers on top and stroked my fore-head with her thumb. She said, “I’m from your future, seven-hundred years in your future, and we have a problem. Fifty years in your future, there is a war, a very nasty war. Everyone thought there would be no more wars after they solved the problems that caused the need for them and all nations destroyed their weapons.” Time travel? Horse hockey! I’ve been reading science fiction since I was thirteen, and it was a laughable thought. I started wondering how I was going to get this fricking nut-case out of my house. A beautiful fricking nut case though. Seeing her standing there, naked, with those large black breasts hanging in front of me, hairless crotch and skin like a soft caramel that I wanted to lick, made me want her to stay. It had been a long time. My brain started to buzz, a “frizzing” sound, not the ringing I’ve had in my ears for the last fifteen years, then it started to feel and sound like frying bacon, popping and sizzling. And I quit worrying about anything except her touching me more. My eyes got wide and she leaned down and kissed me, then gave a soft, shushing sound that calmed me. She paused and lifted her butt up to sit on the bed next to me. She took her hand off my head and put her arm around my neck, sliding in and under the blanket with me. She pulled my head to the side and pressed my left cheek against her right breast. It was soft, oh so soft, and warm as she pulled me into her and ran her hand farther down my stomach to my pubic hair. I hadn’t touched a woman’s breast in four years. I hadn’t had a woman’s hand in my groin in a lot longer and I started to harden. When my wife Paige’s Alzheimer’s got to where she didn’t know me, I had to put her in a home. She’s been there for four years now, comfortable and happy and I still go see her every three days. She hadn’t touched me sexually for more than five years before then. I’m seventy-six now and I don’t get around so good any more. It’s a real chore. I don’t stand straight and use a cane. I don’t drive any more either, I quit when I started stumbling a lot, so one of my kids or grand kids has to drive me and I’ve cut back from every day. I don’t want to put them out and soon I’ll be in there with her anyway. That’ll be hard, seeing her every day without her knowing who I am. I still adore her after fifty years and she’s still sexy as hell so that won’t help either. Escort bayan Ankara They found Prostate cancer when I was sixty-five and killed it with radiation. They also killed my ability to get erections by destroying a nerve. That really pissed me off for a short time but I got over it, didn’t I? Right! I could still masturbate and have orgasms, I just couldn’t get hard enough to fuck any more. I think that made Paige’s memory problem worse. She gave up on sex, totally, didn’t masturbate any more and quit leaving the house. She pulled back into herself and just gave up on everything to do with living her life. This woman’s hand crept farther toward my cock as she pulled and squeezed at me. She turned her upper body slightly and let my face drop away. Then she put her hand on the back of my head like she would a basketball and pulled me toward her again. I could see her dark areola with a darker nipple sticking up and I opened my mouth as she pulled me in. When I started to suck on her, she moaned and pushed her left hand farther down. I could feel her fingers touch the base of my cock and she kept up the kneading. Gripping, then spreading her fingers to touch me again. As she did this, her fingers moved down until she had my soft cock in her hand. I was laying on my left arm, but I brought my right hand up and started kneading her breast as I sucked on it. She said, “I applied for this a year ago and my slot finally opened. We discovered a few things about ourselves and why we weren’t having babies any more. There had been biological weapons developed that made men infertile. It took six-hundred and fifty years but eventually every man on the planet was sterile. All of the changes in the women happened then too, but we essentially finished evolving two-hundred years sooner.” I stopped to listen as she told me this but her hands kept busy. She pulled me back, her right was moving my head around as she pushed her breast into my mouth, and her left had my balls and cock cradled as she gently squeezed them. I started to tell her that it would never get hard again and if she was after a good screwing, it wouldn’t be by me, but she shushed me. She continued, “It used to take nine years to map all the possible ancestor candidates, time, availability, abilities, everything we needed to know. Once we found all the old Ancestry web data we sped that up to less than half the time so now it’s four.” All the time she was talking, she was massaging my head and my genitals. I was starting to feel better and more awake. Thinking this might just be possible, but still not convinced. “Only the women can travel, it doesn’t work with men. It also turned out that we could use the sperm, but the female had to feel a strong connection to the man. We spent years studying our family trees, ancestors. “I’ve looked at one hundred men in our family and you are the one I found. Your grand daughter, Willow, is going to marry a Bayan escort Ankara man, Lewis Stone. Lewis is black and has a sister. I am that sister’s grand child thirty-five generations later. We share family but not blood.” That smacked into my mind like a spatula until it just lay there, flat, flaccid and unresponsive. Willow? She was fifteen, and I had seen her two days ago when her and her dad, my son Aaron, had taken me to visit Paige. Those images shattered in my mind. Then, “What the fuck is this all about!” “We’ve discovered a few other things too. Like how to extend life and get around the problem you have. The first women who came back found out all our new abilities worked here too, in your time. It turned out that the women in her time had been genetically altered by the virus too. They had mental powers that allowed them to read minds and project an image that replaced reality. Everything, sound, touch, smell and sight, all of the senses. Essentially she was a Shape Shifter . Nothing physical would change, just my perception of it. She said she had to decide to return within an hour or it would take a month before she could be retrieved. I had to decide And if it was no then she would go back and find another relative, maybe my son. I immediately decided yes, and told her so. She smiled and said, “Thank you, Paul. Is it okay that I call you that? I’ll change it if you want. ‘Grandpa’ maybe, or how about ‘Daddy’, I might like that,” and I cringed. I was quick with, “No!” then softer, “Don’t change it. I like Paul.” “I can be anything or anyone you want,” she said. “We can do anything you think of and switch people and activity by you simply thinking about it. I can read your mind because we are related. It doesn’t work with everyone and has to be more than twenty-five generations.” What she said next was something I’ve had to think about. She said, “I’ve been learning you, mapping my mind into yours and connecting with your body. That’s why I was rubbing you. Sensing what you are and I like what I’ve seen so far. It proves what we found researching you. You are known as a really neat grandpa for another four generations. Before you die, you give all the stories you wrote to your son Aaron. He shared them with his brothers and sisters and they wound up with your grand children. Most liked them, and they got passed on until they just became a cute historical fact. I rediscovered you three years ago.” And she sat up, cross-legged, facing me, naked while I thought. I sat up too and was staring at her open legs, at her puffy outer lips and the very pink center. As I did, her skin changed. It lightened and her body changed. I jerked my eyes up and her face, hair, her whole body changed as my mind jumped around thinking about this. When it happened the first time it startled the hell out of me. She became Paige, my wife and it was her. Everything I remembered her as. I thought, “Duuhh, no shit.” Paige smiled at me and said, “Hi,” and I fell apart. She grabbed hold of me and squeezed me in her arms, Paige’s arms, and I must have cried for a long time. When I could think and see again, we were lying with me facing her in her arms, and her whole front was wet. Then she changed again and was Zoe Saldana, one of my latest lusts.