Inception

"It's nice and big, huh?"

"Ease up tiger, you're going to rip me in half."

"Okay," he eased up, yet she still bit her lower lip and arched her back until he was in all the way. "Better?"

"Yes," she said though she still had a distressed look on her face.

Slowly he felt her getting wetter and more lubricated until she was wrapping her legs around him and hissing, "Nicky, fuck me deeper. Deeper, Nicky!"

Jesus, he thought as she started to get wild. She is so hot, so seductive. He felt like he was going to blow his load too soon. He rolled onto his back pulling him on top of him.

"Oooommph," she grunted, unexpectedly finding herself on top.

"You like when I'm on top?" She asked.

"I like lasting more than a few minutes," he said breathlessly as she started to rock on top of him. "You're too much for me. I thought I was going to come right away."

"Yeah, you think I'm sexy?" She hissed.

"Oh Yeah."

"You like fucking me?" She started rocking faster.

"Oh mamma."

"Nicky, you're going to make me come."

"Oh Christ," he said as he realized he was going to come too.

He felt himself let go, the come streaming out of him and into her, she was rocking on top of him so hard he thought she would hurt herself.

"Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm," she hummed as she started to cool down. He was still hard inside her and he could feel the soupy mix of her natural lubricant and his seaman around his cock and oozing down the shaft.

"Let me get this off," she said starting to contort herself in an attempt to get the teddy off.

"No. Really?" Nick complained.

"You'll see it again, but I have to get out of this thing. It feels like a fuckin' straight jacket."

"You looked wonderful in it."

"I guess so. I never felt you so hard."

He watched her sit up and disrobe as the late afternoon sun lit up her face. She looked so wonderful sitting there. He couldn't help but wonder what would become of them? He knew now that he never wanted to leave her, but he also knew that there were forces out there conspiring against him, forces that were beyond his control.

In this light he could see his mother in her face, not that she wasn't his mother, only sometimes he forgot, and that wasn't just rationalization. She was, in all respects, two different women to him now.

He wondered if whether it was she who was different, or whether he was two different men?

She threw the teddy on the floor, and looked down at him.

"What?" She asked.

"Nothing. You are just so beautiful."

"And you're so full of shit."

"Come here," he said and pulled her back down to him.

"We are going to be late for dinner."

"Anne, it's not even five-thirty. We have plenty of time."

"Holy shit," she said as he rubbed up against her. "You're hard again."

"Mmmmmm," he said rolling on top of her.

"How is that possible?"

"Don't fight it, honey," he said re-entering her.

"There really is something going on here," she said though Nick could tell she was enjoying it when she closed her eyes.

"You don't seem to mind."

"I know. I know. I've never had sex like this before."

She bit her lip as she closed her eyes again, rocking her pelvis against him. He was fucking her, and he could see his mother again. He wasn't fucking Anne, he was fucking his mother this time, the late sun shinning framing her face.

For some reason the idea that he was fucking his mother didn't disturb him at all. In fact, completely the opposite, it filled him with dark, disturbing lust. He wanted to fuck her and fuck her hard, and though this started out as a slow comfortable screw, it was turning into an intense fuck.

Her body was rocking forward and backwards, and he liked to watch her large breasts undulate freely with every thrust.

"Oh Nicky," she moaned in his mother's voice. She looked at him with his mother's eyes. "Fuck me baby. It feels so good."

"You like it momma?" He asked deviously.

"Oh yeah baby. I love it."

"I like fucking you, mamma. You are so beautiful."

"Your cock is just so big, baby. I don't know what's happened to you."

It was dirty, dark, degenerate sex and he couldn't get enough of it. He was fucking his mother, and she was crying for more.

"Deeper, baby, deeper," she moaned knowing that was a physical impossibility. "I can't get enough of you."

He put an arm under each of her thighs and lifted them up in the air, attempting to get deeper into her.

"Oh God," she moaned loudly, the whole of her body tensing.

And as he pounded her, watching his dick enter her pussy over and over again, he grunted out, "Ahhhhh," and he began to come in her. He came so much so that she could feel his warm come spurting inside her.

"Oh God. Oh God. Oh God," Anne moaned as she came down off her sexual high. She had never felt this way before; never had sex like this before. It was more than just a normal relationship. She could sense that, and yet she felt it was fleeting, and could be gone in an instant.

Nick rested on his knees, hovering above her with a stupid smile on his face. He looked at her with such loving eyes that she knew that from the intensity of their love making, that their connection was not normal.

"What's the matter," she said noticing a strange look on his face. With that, he let out a horrific scream.

The pain started in Nick's head and then shot down his spinal cord before emanating out to his extremities. He fell off the bed and onto the floor looking as if he were having an epileptic seizure, convulsing with his eyes wide open, his body tense and writhing.

Though his eyes were open, the only thing he could see was the vortex that transported him back in time, and the only sound he could hear was the rushing of wind.

Anne shot out of bed and tried to help him on the floor, but she had no idea what to do. Her first instinct was to call 911, but what would she say to them, how would she explain what was happening to him.

Instead she called Chopra, and as she stood there naked, the handset pressed to her ear, waiting for Chopra to answer the phone, she happened to glance out the window and saw what appeared to be a huge funnel cloud astride the house, the wind taking everything that wasn't nailed down, and some things that were once nailed down, and spinning them around the house as if she were Dorothy in the tornado.

Some time later, Chopra, along with one of his young associates, was able to get through the crowd of crowds of people and emergency responders gathered around Anne's house. They had to travel the last block and a half on foot, and when they arrived they found a van from the local TV station parked nearby.

They overheard the reporter who was conducting her broadcast at the time, "Two large trees were down in front of the house," she reported. "But the damage was limited to just several hundred feet around the house.

"If it was a tornado, and all the eye witness' reported seeing a tornado, then why is there not more damage?" The pretty reporter stated as several teenagers stood behind her laughing.

"Because it wasn't a tornado," Chopra said quietly to his young associate who quickly nodded his agreement.

It took some talking, and lying, on Chopra's part to get passed the county police officers who were standing on the other side of the taped off area, but finally they made it to Anne's house and up her outdoor stairway, that now seemed less sturdy than before.

"Quick. Come in," Anne said greeting them at the door.

"I thought you weren't going to call 911?" Chopra asked as they entered the apartment.

"I didn't. But I guess the someone did. I can't blame them, tornados aren't normal around here."

"How is he?" Chopra asked getting back to Nick.

"Much better, but still dazed. He seems like he's been sedated."

"It was much worse than before?" Chopra's young associate asked. He couldn't help but notice Anne's figure, as she was still only dressed in a short silk nightgown.

"Much worse," Anne said seeing where the young man's eyes were going, and then attempting to cover up as best she could. She had been so concerned about Nick that she only donned panties and the silk robes before the police came to her door.

"The paramedics were here to look at him," Anne continued holding her gown closed as best she could.

"What did they say?" Chopra asked.

"Well I told them that Nick fell down and hit his head. I mean what else could I say, that the tornado attacked him? But they said he should be okay, but he should be checked by his doctor for concussion."

"Where is he?" Chopra asked.

"In the bedroom," Anne said and then escorted them into the back room. When they got there, Nick was sitting up in bed. He had on a tee shirt and the covers were pulled up to his waist.

"Nick, Chopra's here," Anne said opening the bedroom door, and Nick nodded as all three entered.

"Are you okay?" Chopra asked coming near the bed.

"I'm not sure," Nick said obviously still affected by the ordeal.

"Do you remember anything?" Chopra's young assistant asked.

"Not much. A lot of pain."

"This is getting serious," Anne said from the door, her hand partially covering her mouth. "We need to do something."

"I agree," Chopra said, and his young assistant nodded.

"Do what?" Nick asked. "I don't want to go back."

"What you want has no bearing on the situation," Chopra said, his voice almost a whisper. "This is coming to a head, and I don't like the possibilities."

"What possibilities?" Anne said, turmoil evident on her face.

"Unknown, really. We are in uncharted waters here."

"I don't care," Nick said irrationally. "I'm not going back."

"Okay, okay," Chopra said patronizingly. "I can't make you go back, the thing is, I don't know how to send you back."

"So that's it?" Anne asked, the worry on her face clear to all.

"Until there's another attack," Chopra said shaking his head.

"Will there be another attack?" Anne asked.

"I can only guess, yes. I have no data to make an educated conclusion, but looking at the pattern of attacks, the frequency hasn't changed, but they are getting more powerful."

Chopra headed out of the room and down the hall, followed by his young associate. Anne stayed for a few moments to speak with Nick.

"We're still going out to dinner, right?" Nick asked with a big smile on his face.

"Ah, no!" Anne answered, surprised by such a request. She was starting to worry about Nick's state of mind. "How could you even think about going out after what you've been through?"

"Chopra just said that the attacks aren't coming more frequently, so we have time."

"But they are coming more aggressively, and we can't afford to be in public if it happens again."

"Oh nonsense."

"We'll talk about it later, okay? I have to see Chopra out."

"All right," he said cavalierly.

"I don't like his attitude," Chopra said to Anne at the front door. "He is taking this too lightly."

"I know," Anne agreed. "It's like he has no memory of how bad the attacks are. I was wondering if he should be in the hospital; just to check for concussions?"

"Except for his dismissive attitude, I don't think he is suffering from any physical ailments, though I'm not a medical doctor."

"No," Anne said though she wasn't in full agreement. "I guess you're right. I'm just worried."

"I am too, Anne. I think there is plenty to worry about."

Chopra and his associate left after Anne agreed to keep them informed as to Nick's condition, and Anne went back to see on Nick.

"Did you see his face, Doctor?" The assistant said as they walked to Chopra's car.

"Yes. He seems to be manifesting a physiological change of some sort."

"He looks like he's aged a few years?"

Anne walked back into the room and Nick looked up at her as she did.

"Are you hungry?" Anne asked coming to his bedside.

"Yeah, for you," he answered taking her hand.

"Are you nuts?" She asked not believing what he had just said.

"Yeah, for you," he repeated himself.

Minutes later, Anne found herself naked, her face in a pillow with her knees slightly lifted, elevating her tush, and was Nick on his knees fucking her from behind. She now was convinced of two things: one, that she was having another spectacular orgasm, and two, that his penis had grown dramatically in size.

The rest of the night was a dizzy blur of excess for them both. They never made their dinner reservation preferring instead to remain in bed, and only venturing out of the bedroom once to greet the Chinese delivery man at the front door.

The rest of the time they fucked like rabbits and the sexual marathon, in which she was a willing participant, continued inexorably all night, ending only when they both passed out exhausted and sore though curiously not sated.

She counted that they made love at least 6 times, though she wasn't sure that was the correct term for it, and though before she met Nick she rarely reached orgasm from any kind of sex, now with Nick she never failed to reach a climax, even becoming multi-orgasmic. To her, that night seemed to be one long continuous orgasm.

Like an addict in denial, Anne rationalized this behavior as just two young people very much in love, but intrinsically she knew it to be abnormal. Even the lack of birth control, normally a hot topic for her, she dismissed out of hand and didn't even discuss it with him for fear of breaking the spell they were in.

She was awoken the next morning by his climbing on top of her again, but instead of being annoyed or exasperated by his incessant humping,

"Again, Nick. You are insatiable," she said as she opened her legs and allowed him slide inside of her. One thing that amazed her was that her pussy always seemed to be wet for him.

But what came as quite a shock to her was when she looked into his eyes and realized that they weren't open and he seemed to be in a daze.

"Nick, Nick, she said in a concerned voice, his cock already thrusting inside of her.

"What? What?" He answered, his eyes opening, his voice hoarse and drowsy.

"Were you sleeping?" She asked, astonished.

"What? He said one more time. "Oh, I guess so." He seemed to be as baffled by his nocturnal wanderings as she was, though happier about it.

She was baffled, and a bit annoyed that he was actually sleeping as he was fucking her, and also that he was, after waking, still thrusting into her unconsciously, but when his penetrations started to cause the desired effect, she forgot her irritation and surrendered to him, lifting her knees and bending her body do give him greater access to her womb.

It was a surreally robotic act, as if she couldn't control her actions. She had a sense that it was all so loveless and dispassionate, yet she had nothing but love and passion for this man.

She had another mind shattering orgasm that left her in an altered state as he ejaculated in her once again, and as she slowly regained consciousness, and he fell off her, she realized that somehow all this had one overreaching purpose, and that was for procreation, for her and Nick to conceive a child.

Something, maybe the universe or possibly a supreme being, was compelling them to fornicate at an excessive rate. Even the nuanced changes in their bodies, the enlargement of his penis, her new-found ability to become multi-orgasmic, all came about for this purpose.

"Nick?"

"Yeah," he answered still out of breath.

"We have to get out of this apartment."

"What? Why?"

"Nick, did you realize that we've done nothing but fuck for the last twelve hours. You even had a seizure, and it didn't stop us."

"So what's so wrong with that?" He smirked.

"Nothing, baby. You know I love you, but you have to give me a break."

A strange ponderous look fell over his face, as if somehow he was looking at her differently.

"What?" She asked with some concern.

"You love me?" He asked.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"You just said you loved me."

"It's just an expression," she said backtracking. It was something she felt, but hadn't the nerve to bring up. It was way too soon.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Then you don't love me?"

She didn't know what to say. She felt trapped. "I don't know," she said flippantly.

"You like me a little bit?" He asked, as a grin slowly lit on his face.

"Oh no, I hate you. That's why I fucked you a hundred times in the last two days."

"So you think I'm okay?"

"That's another thing," her thoughts shifting to a new subject. "Do you realize that I'm not on the pill?"

"No?"

"No? And you've only come in me maybe a hundred times since you we met."

"Sounds a little risky."

"You think?"

"What do we do about it?"

"Nothing," she said resolutely. "I'm probably pregnant already."

"In five days?"

"It only takes once, Nick, or don't they teach you that in 2017?"

"What?" She asked as his grin got larger.

"Nothing," he said still grinning.

"You're happy about this?"

"What?"

"You want me to get pregnant?"

"Maybe."

"What? Why?" She stammered.

"I don't know. Seems normal."

"There is nothing normal about any of this. Especially about you going back to the future and leaving me with a child."

"I'm not going back. I'm staying here with you. Don't you get it?"

"I think it's you that doesn't get it, sometimes. Chopra's right. That machine is going to send you back, or kill you."

Both Anne and Nick noticed that the frenzy of their lovemaking had subsided. They didn't feel less about each other, on the contrary they seemed attached to each other more now than ever, but on that day the marathon came to an end.

Lazily, as if they had all the time in the world, they rolled out of bed, took a nice hot shower together, where they were satisfied in only holding each other, and then they got ready to greet the world.

Brunch turned into a shopping spree, and then since it was a Sunday in the fall, they went to a sports bar and watched the games.

"You know," Nick said while they filled themselves with wings and beer. "In 2017 the TV screens will be forty, fifty, sixty inches wide."

"That's like being in a movie theater."

"Yeah, most people have at least a fifty-inch screen at home."

"How do people afford it?"

"They're cheap. You can get a big screen for less than five hundred dollars. By the way," he said changing subjects. "I've been thinking about your future."

"Oh you have, have you?" Anne said taking another sip of her beer.

"Yeah. I'm going to make a list of some companies, and you need to collect as much money as you can get; beg, steal or borrow, and buy their stock."

"I don't know much about that stuff."

"We'll get you a broker. I'm not kidding, Anne. This is important."

"Okay, okay. I've got about five thousand saved up for a car, but I guess I can put that off."

"That's a start," he said as he started to make a list of companies on the back of a bar napkin, and then looking up at the Forty-Niners' game on TV. "I also think I might know who wins the Super bowl this year," he smiled at her.

They fell into bed later that night, a bit drunk, and made love one last comfortable time. It was less frenetic than the session of the previous night, and when it was over, and they fell asleep in each other's arms. What was ironic was that, after the last few days of constant and regular orgasm, neither of them achieved orgasm this last time.

At three A.M. Anne was awoken by Nick having the first of numerous seizures.

When the seizures initially started she didn't know what to do, but after, as he kept relapsing, fit after fit, she called Chopra and with his urging she realized that she had to get Nick into her car. She also realized that there was something she had to do or he would die, but what that something was she was afraid to admit to herself.