Chapter One: A Wet Spot In Time

Anne was the total definition of the "sexy nerdy girl." She was a brunette of 32 years who was 5'6, just a little chubby but nicely curvy with an hourglass figure and quite busty on top of that with a double-E cup size. She wore glasses and often wore white button-up shirts with a tie and a black skirt. She was also considered to be a genius and worked with a lot of the top minds in the country. She was one of the top scientists in the lab she worked in and because of her hard work and trust, she was chosen to be one of the few workers to have top secret clearance to what was vaguely titled "Project Historum." Being one of the leads in the project, she was also given extra clearance to privately research reports for the project.

"Project Historum" was the first secret fully functional time machine complex that could actually send people BACK in time. The advent of this function of the machine meant that people could successfully return from trips into the future rather than previously being stuck where they "landed." Trips to the future were also secretly outlawed as it was deemed that there were too many unknown variables that could go wrong either in the future or even in the present. It also, of course, meant that they could now go back into time and for the last few months specially selected individuals were selected to go back and return with reports on specific periods of time. These trips would usually last for weeks for the traveler, but only an instant at the base.

Individuals were selected from the team because of their dedicated work on the project as well as their psychological personality testing. They needed people who were more dedicated to science and exploration. They also needed people with few connections to family. This was in case anything happened that harmed that person in any way, they could more easily cover it up in order to protect the project. All of the selected travelers knew this. It was just a part of the job. Early testing with minor paradoxes led the project into the belief that nothing could truly be changed. The things that happened in the past, always happened.

Anna had passed all of the testing. She was also one of the leaders of the project which probably helped in her selection. She had grown up through a lifetime of abuse from her parents which led to her separating from her family after she left for college. As far back as she remembered, she had been sexually and often physically abused by both her father and mother. At a young age, she thought that everyone grew up that way and sometimes even enjoyed it, but as their physical abuse became worse and worse after she reached puberty it had become unbearable. Somehow through all of this she had remained a top student and by the time she reached high school, she was determined to escape from this abuse and her studies and grades helped this happen once she received her first scholarship across the country...far far from her parents. She was able to escape her parents, but the abuse had affected any attempt she had at relationships.

She had dated both men and women and nothing ever worked out. The ghosts of her abusive background just blocked out any chance at a normal life. She was isolated in her work and was a point where she jet didn't pursue relationships any more. While generally pleasant to work with, when she wasn't working she found herself seething with anger over the things her parents did to her, either together or individually. She literally was a sexual plaything to them. She could only guess that this had started when she was a baby or very young child. There were even times when she wanted to contact her parents and ask them why they did this to her, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.

It wasn't long after her first few trips into the past that she realized that she could investigate what led to this abuse while she also worked her reports. The lab had been smart in their first travels to purchase land in the late 1800's in which they created a secret place in which all travelers could land and use any of the transportation purchased in that time period parked there. They even employed guards in all of those time periods. She and her family also grew up in a nearby small town. She decided to travel back to the 1970's when her parents where just children themselves to see if they had grown up with the same abuse she did.

Going back into time wasn't that unlike taking a shower. You walk into one of the small orange booths in the lower levels of the complex after setting the computer. You turn a dial and feel an electric jolt and you are suddenly in a different room with a similar set-up. The first travelers had to actually bring the room with them, but now it wasn't unlike what they imagined teleportation would eventually be like and the implications were that this technology would lead to commercial teleportation.

Setting up in this small town in a small apartment was easy using the local money, everyday tools, and clothes left at the base and she was even able to secure a fairly steady job as a baby sitter using the local newspaper (this was before the cloud system or even the internet). Before long, using knowledge of some of her family's past she was able to score jobs as both her mother and father's babysitter. This was a huge step. She had not seen them for many years and now she was about to seem them again, but as a complete stranger to them. This was going to be strange. How can one be angry at a child who does not know what they will eventually do to a parson later in their life.

It would be the first time she would meet her father...at least from her father's perspective who was a boy of almost 4 years old. Her own grandparents greeted her at the door, whom she had never seen so young and thanked her profusely for babysitting little Alan for the night. They didn't expect to be back until very early into the next morning and promised to pay her a few extra dollars because of this. Her grandparents seemed extremely nice which was not what she expected since her own parents never seemed to be very nice to people.

Seeing her dad as a small child was the most bizarre thing she had ever seen. It was like looking at a small shrunken version of him. His features where there. He was blonde and thin, but way smoother than she ever remembered him to be. She almost felt dizzy because this was a man she grew to hate. The man that in their last few years together had turned to raping her vaginally and anally almost every day at home and sometimes in the outdoors. He was so brazen about it. This little kid looked nothing like that man behind his eyes.

The child version of her father asked her a lot of questions as they watched TV, mostly about what was on which was the news (it was helpful to watch the local news to get an idea of what was on people's minds in that time period for her reports). It was all very odd. Later that night she drew up a bath for him. As the water filled the tub he announced that he had to go potty and just pulled down he pants and began to pee in the toilet. She didn't even think of his lack of shame or the innocence of it. Even though he was a child, it was strange to see her father take a piss that he didn't try to get her to drink. Her father's penis that she remembered being so big was now so tiny and harmless looking. One shocking thought that crossed her mind was "why wasn't he pissing on me." She buried that thought right away.

A few minutes later she was now doing the thing she couldn't ever have imagined herself doing...bathing and washing her 3 year old baby father. She had such an anger for him inside her, but here she was washing hair and then his back. She was almost horrified when he asked her to wash his pee-pee. While totally innocent to him, it came off to her as demanding as first and she almost wanted to hit him. She calmed herself quickly and began to wash his lower regions, wanting to pull off his little pecker, but concentrated on just cleaning him while keeping her mind off it...perhaps a little too much. To her horror her baby father had sprouted an erection and was giggling. This was potential evidence that he hay have been abused as he may have associated bathing with being masturbated. She rinsed him off quickly and put him to bed. She fell asleep on the couch as woke up around 4 in the morning when her grandparents arrived. They thanked her for her work and indeed gave her a few extra dollars for her troubles.

A couple days later, they called her again to ask if she could take her for the day and night while they went to a meeting out of town. She decided to take her baby father to the local park which she had so many memories about but in this timeline, it had only just opened a few months prior. This was almost too strange for her. Pushing her own father, now a child, on the swing. With each swing she thought about all the terrible things he did to her and she seemed to push harder each time. She thought about all the times he had been behind her in her pussy or ass, pushing against her with his cock. Shooting his sticky stuff into her young womb or asshole, against her will or when she was younger and didn't know better. Not paying attention to what was in front of her she accidentally push a little too hard and he fell into the sand below. Her own father was crying. She never saw him cry ever, but here he was as a baby and he was bawling like any other hurt child. Did he ever make her cry like that when she was a baby?

Part of her felt bad for what she had done and began to try to calm him down. She managed to rub his head, but it felt a bit half hearted. She had to admit to herself that part of her wanted to see him hurt and she got satisfaction out of it. He had skinned his knee and said that he had to go to the bathroom so she took him to the park's women's bathroom to clean him up.

By the time they got there a few minutes later, he was towards the end of his sniffles. She ran water over a napkin and cleaned up the small wound. She rubbed his cheek and said that she was really sorry and that it was an accident. Turning behind them into the stall she got on her knees and brought his little shorts down so he could pee into the toilet and he did. There it was again. So small and almost familiar, but so much younger and more innocent, just as she probably appeared to him at the same age when he would put it in her mouth or anywhere else he wanted to. When he would pee all over her and into her mouth. So many times later in her life that she wanted to just bite it off. After he finished peeing she just stared at him for a few seconds. She realized she was wet. She hasn't felt wet for years and there she was in a bathroom stall with a child version of the man who raised and raped her, his baby penis just a foot away from her face. She bent down and put it in her mouth.

There she was, back in time in the 70's with her father who was now a 3 year old child and his penis was now in her mouth. It had been so long since it was in there and it was never so small and innocent as it was now, before all the hurting it caused her.

She was molesting her own father.

The tiny penis quickly sprang to hardness. It was like a fleshy twig in her mouth. She tasted the familiar taste of piss in her mouth as he had just gone to the bathroom in the stall. He was quiet and just stared at her. Was this something his own parents, her grandparents, were doing to him at this age? He seemed too calm. She just sucked on him. A mix of anger and ecstasy ran through her head. She was sucking on her own father. It was her own doing. It wasn't being forced on her. If anything, she was doing to him what he had always done to her. For the first time in her life she was taking advantage of her father instead of the other way around. She flicked the little penis, which had to be only around an inch or so long, around in her mouth with her tongue. She caressed his little smooth bottom cheeks with her hands as she sucked on it. With her right hand she pulled her panties aside and began rubbing on her now swollen lit. A string of pussy juice began to ooze out of her cunt to the floor below and her chest and ears felt like they were on fire. It must have only taken her a few minutes to cum.

She looked up on the child face of her father, gave his still hard penis a few kisses, kissed his belly, and pulled up his shorts. He looked confused and was quiet.

"All clean?" she asked. He nodded yes. She got up and gave him a hug. She asked if his mommy and daddy ever did that for him. He quickly and shockingly, honestly said "no" and asked her what she was doing. Her heart sank. He had never done this before. If he had been abused by his parents, it hasn't happened yet. She told him that where she comes from, all mommies clean their babies like that, but he probably shouldn't tell his mommy because she might get mad at him. It was not sound logic at all, but he was a child and wouldn't know better. Better to make him feel like he would be the one in trouble. She asked if he wanted ice cream and he began to grin widely and exclaimed "yes."

After ice cream she took him to her apartment to clean him up. Again, she drew a bath and he said he needed to use the potty. She undressed him and noticed that he already had an erection. She told him to wait and get into the bath. This time she undressed and got into the bath with him. He said he needed to go potty again, urgently this time, and fully understanding what she was doing, put him into her mouth. She looked up at him and told him that he should go pee-pee into her mouth because it will make him even cleaner. He made a weird face. She told him that pee-pee was good for you and she would drink it for him if he didn't believe her. Her pussy began flooding again and the large nipples on her large dark areolas were so hard that they felt like little bites on her chest. She asked him if he wanted to play mommy and daddy and she said yes. She told him again to go pee-pee and suddenly her mouth was flooded by his preteen urine.

She let her mouth fill and then swallowed it vigorously as if flowed out of him. She was in charge over her father for the first time in her life. She was drinking her baby father's piss and it was her own choice. She was taking from him what he had taken from her. Again, she began masturbating, this time sticking two of her fingers deeply inside her pussy, pushing them in and out. She looked up at his confused face and smiled. After he finished pissing down her throat and after her final swallow, she told him that he was such a good boy and he smiled big back at her as she continued to suck on his three year old penis. She began moaning. She smiled a big genuine smile as she once again flicked his tiny penis around in her mouth. The pee taste in her mouth was nothing like the taste when he was an adult.

It was still salty and yellow. It was just different, perhaps a little lighter tasting in a way. She had clashing memories of her daddy's cock and how huge it was in her mouth when she was still a child and here she was, back in time, with her father's baby cock in her mouth after having just pissed into it. She felt satisfaction as she did to him what he had done to her all her life and began to cum for the second time today. She was sucking revenge out of him and it made her cum. She had power over her father in that bathtub. After a minute of playing with him some more, she cleaned the both of them up.

That night she reminded him about why it should be a secret because she loves him and doesn't want to see him get in trouble. She also peed for him to watch into the toilet. He asked her why she had less hair than his mommy. Anne only had a strip of unshaved hair above her pussy. She asked if his mommy ever showed him her pussy and he said no, but said that he would see her when they showered together or when she was getting dressed. She asked if he ever saw his daddy's pee-pee and he said all the time, but again it sounded like the same situation. At this point Anne fully realized that SHE was the first person to ever molest own father...and because she was in charge, she liked it. After she dropped him off that night she went right back to her apartment and spent the rest of the night playing with herself. She even fingerfucked her own ass. She just could not match the high that she got when she abused her own father.

At some point the phone rang. She freaked out. She was sure that her young father Alan had told his parents what she did. Just because she was back in time, doesn't mean she was immune from the law. Her mind scrambled about how quick she could get back to the landing base as quick as possible. She picked up the phone as her chest and face burned red.

It was her Grandmother Julie's voice, but more full of life. She asked if Anne could pick up little Kimmy tomorrow for her first babysitting job with her. Little Kimmy was her own mother. She agreed and hung up.

That night Anne's mind reeled and she fell asleep with a throbbing red swollen clit.

End: Chapter One