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"Your father was a slacker, too. No Mcfly has ever amounted to anything in the history of Hill Valley!"

Wasn't that the truth? Marty rubbed the back of his neck as he paced back and forth on the lawn.

Half the time he didn't even believe it. Time travel was impossible! But here he was. Hill Valley, 1955. And in a world of trouble! He had to fix it or Doc said there would be a paradox or something. It all started when he'd pushed his father out of the way of an oncoming car. He'd remembered too late that's how his mother met his father and... Well the rest, as they say, is history.

Or it should have been. But it wasn't George that his mom met and fell in love with. It was him! He woke up in her bedroom in only his t-shirt. His mom had been there wearing only a bra, panties, a garter and hose! He didn't know what to do at the time! She was so... she was so.... Hot! But it was his mother! Still, he'd been hard as a rock. His cock was fully out of its sheathe and the knot was swollen.

She'd tried to finish whatever it was she'd been doing when he woke up, but Marty had freaked out. He tried his hardest to stay away from his fearfully attractive mother, but she was intent on touching him and persistent! He'd fallen out of bed with a loud thump and he heard the voice of his grandmother call "Lorraine! Is everything alright?"

"Jesus, it's my mother!" Marty's mom said as she hastily tugged her dress back over her head. "Put your pants back on!"

It had all been downhill from there. From an awkward dinner sitting beside his mother whose hands were constantly on his thighs and gripping his sheathe, to Doc (That's 1955's Doc) being unable to get him any fuel to get back home to 1985. Well, there was a way, but it was a long shot, at best.

Saturday night, a lightning bolt was going to strike the clock tower in the middle of town, producing just enough electricity to power the DeLorean and the Flux Capacitor. But he had to fix everything he'd broken just by being in the year 1955! It was all so very confusing and Marty blindly stumbled along more often than not, but...

Here he was, trying his damnedest to get his father and mother to, as Doc put it, mate! He had it all planned out. He was going to have to suck it up, but the plan was simple. He and his Mom were already going to the dance on Saturday, the same night he was supposed to get the DeLorean struck by lightning. It was going to be tricky, but it was also fool-proof!

He was going to park with Lorraine in the parking lot. Park being the active verb. He was going to acquiesce to his mother's wishes. But more than he was sure she was prepared for. He and his mom were going to be in the car, she was going to be struggling. "You open the door and you say.... Your line, George!" Marty said with the frustration oozing out both sides of his muzzle.

"Oh!" His dad stepped forward, jabbing a finger at an invisible fox trying to rape another. "Hey you, get your damn hands off her!" George paused and his brow furrowed. "You really thing I oughta swear?" the nervous fox said, hunched over with his eyes pleading.

"Yes, definitely! God damn it George, swear!" He set his hand on the back of his father's collar and shook his head in disbelief. This was never going to work. But it was his only shot at hooking his mom and dad up and more than that, getting his mom off his back. The vixen had the hots for him instead of George. Him! Her own son! Of course she had no idea she was his mother. How could she? Even if he'd told her, she would never believe him. But this was going to change all of that.

It was the hardest thing he'd ever done. He was sure he'd have much better luck getting the DeLorean back to 1985. He borrowed Doc's car, wore one of his altered suits, and gone to pick up his mom. She was drop dead gorgeous! She wore this short pink skirt with white frilly bits he couldn't name beneath. The dress had a white blouse-like coat that draped over her shoulders, as immaculate and beautiful as her vulpine face.

The entire drive to school, Marty was nervous. How was he going to... take advantage of this girl when her hands roamed his trousers and tugged at his shirt and coat the entire trip! But they were rolling into the parking lot at last.

As he stopped the car, he rubbed at the back of his neck and stared out the window, looking, searching. Where was he? "Do you mind if we-..." When he turned back, Lorraine had removed her white top. His eyes widened and he croaked an apprehensive "...park?"

Lorraine's dress was strapless and buttoned tight over the white fur of her chest and belly. The top of her dress pushed her pert boobs up, making them look only a little bigger than they actually were. And they threatened to leap out at him at any moment.

"Sure!" she said, grinning at him. Her eyes lit up and her ears perked. "But, why are you so nervous?"

He ran his hands over his head, smoothing the fur out slowly. He again scratched at the back of his neck and turned to look at her again. He tried his hardest to keep his eyes on her own and away from her ample bust threatening to say hello. "Lorraine. Have you ever been in a situation where you knew you had to act a certain way, but when you got there, you didn't know if you could go through with it?"

She blinked at that, taken aback. "You mean, like what we're supposed to do on our first date?" she asked, refocusing her eyes on him. "What we're supposed to do when we park?"

His brow creased and he watched her. She looked like a feral predator staring at her prey, ready to pounce at any moment. "Sort of," he said, stammering nervously.

"I know exactly what you mean," she said, leaning forward slowly.

His heart leapt. "You do?" There was a glimmer of hope! Everything was going to work out perfectly fine. He was going to pretend to take advantage of her and his dad was going to come and rescue her!

Her eyes roamed his face and momentarily descended to the tent she'd created in his trousers. "Do you know what I do in those situations?"

His heart sank. He felt like a slab of meat being measured and prepared. He watched her lick her lips slowly and a sense of foreboding settled over him. "What?"

Her brown eyes lit up, glowing eagerly as her lips parted, revealing a toothy grin. She was startlingly beautiful when she smiled, but now was not one of those times he wanted to see that face. "I don't worry!"

She practically lunged at him! Marty yelped as Lorraine covered him and pressed her muzzle tightly to his own. His eyes widened and the plan went right out the window. His body stiffened and his fur bristled.

Lorraine paused and slowly drew herself away from him. Her brow creased and her ears drooped. "This is going to sound... pretty strange," she said, tilting her head to the side. "When I'm kissing you, I feel like I'm kissing... my brother..." She paused and shook her head. "I guess that doesn't make a lot of sense does it?"

"Believe me, it makes perfect senseto-..." He was cut off as her lips attacked his own again. He whimpered against her lips but in doing so, he allowed her tongue access. He felt her slick muscle rush into his muzzle, massaging his own.

Marty lifted his hands to try to push her away as panic set in. He pushed weakly and Lorraine moaned into his mouth. It was only then he realized his palms were pushed against his mom's breast. He felt little nubs harden against his palms and pushed back a little more insistently.

Finally the vixen's weight lifted off of him and he gasped for breathe. Lorraine settled back in the passenger seat. The top of her dress had sunk down along her belly, exposing both of her ample tits to him. He stared wide eyed and slack jawed as his mom lifted her hands, fumbling with her dress.

She shimmied out of it, leaving her wearing only a pair of white panties and a garter with hose. The same he'd seen her in when he woke up in her bed, he realized.

"You're even more eager than I thought you'd be!" she said as she leaned over, tugging at his belt. "I've been looking forward to this ever since..." She paused, looking up at him for a moment. Then she shrugged and went back to trying to undress him.

He wanted to push her off, push the door open and run, but... The plan! He turned, looking out the windshield and driver's side window anxiously. "C'mon, where is he?"

"Oh, I think he's right here, Calvi-... Marty." Lorraine lowered her muzzle and inhaled deeply his scent. His eyes widened as he felt her hands on his sheathe and his erection. It had been the most awkward erection he'd ever had, driving to the dance, but now?

Marty whimpered again and looked down at his mother as she closed her muzzle around his length. "Hey, wait, slow dow-OOOOOOWN!" Jesus, her nose was pressed right up to his groin! He felt her tongue eagerly caressing and lapping at his thick cock. His hips gave an involuntary buck and he grabbed both of her ears as he struggled to maintain control. No, this was just an act! Any second now, George was going to show up and lay him out!

As he felt his knot start to swell up, Lorraine pushed back against his hands. He let her head rise away from his lap with a little more reluctance than he would have liked. She licked her lips and smiled at him. He returned an awkward smile of his own and glanced out the window again.

"Can I tell you a secret?" she asked.

"Uh, sure," he said, pushing his seat back as she crawled into the driver's seat with him.

She straddled his lap and reached down to pull her lacy panties aside, exposing her dripping slit to him. "I'm in heat!" she whispered in a low, sultry tone as she guided him into her.

His eyes widened and he lifted his hands to push her off and protest. Again, his hands closed over her soft-but-firm breast. Instead of telling her to stop, a deep moan passed his lips as she settled her weight down in his lap.

His knot swelled a little more as her tight wetness enveloped him and he struggled to maintain control. "Hey, wait! Lorraine, don't you think this is a little fast? I mean, we just met a few days ago!"

"Jesus, Marty! You're starting to sound like my mother!" She reached up, pressing his palms more firmly into her chest. "Do you think I've never parked a car before?"

He tried to protest again but she was already grinding her hips against his own. Her insides squeezed him tight, milking him already as she yipped and hissed. She arched her back, pressing her chest against his palms a little more tightly as she rode him.

A moan rumbled deep in his chest. Where was George!? He looked this way and that, searching for his dad, but the fox was nowhere to be seen! He wanted to curse! Biff must have cornered him. Well, that didn't mean it was the end of the world. George was probably just delayed. He'd show up with a bruised ego, but he was about to get a girlfriend, a wife, and kits!

"Oh gosh!" Lorraine gasped. "Oh, you're so big inside, Marty!" She moaned deeply. "Oh yes! Oh yes!"

He could feel his knot swelling inside of her. His balls tightened beneath his full sheathe and bouncing mother, ready to empty their load into her. "Wait!" He pled, pushing against her breast again. "Wait, Lorraine! Stop!"

But she wasn't stopping. She pushed herself down against him, pressing their hips together tightly as she moaned. She threw her head back, pressing her boobs, and their hands, tightly against his chest.

"Lorraine!" he said, straining to maintain control. But he was losing it quickly. "Mom! Mom stop!"

Too late. Her pussy squeezed him tight, milking him and drawing the cum out of his balls.

Marty yipped and moaned deeply as he felt his knot swell. Her pussy hugged his swollen orb tightly as his tip seated itself against her womb. His eyes darted about, searching desperately for George as his seed rushed into his mother who, to his horror, he remembered just told him was in heat!

She leaned down, capturing his muzzle with her own. He returned her kiss more out of reflex than anything. She settled her weight against him, holding him tight against herself. She cradled his head against her shoulder and her breast, breathing deeply in afterglow.

After several minutes, the door opened. About fucking-...

A rough hand grabbed him while another shoved Lorraine off of him. He yelped as he was hauled to his feet by the one man he didn't want to see. Biff was yelling at him, but in his shock at seeing someone other than his dad, Marty didn't hear.

Until Biff stopped mid-sentence and looked into the car at the naked vixen cowering in the passenger seat. "Well looky what we have here..."

* * * * *

Marty peered through his binoculars at the car with a grin on his face. Biff was undoing his belt and throwing his pants down to his ankles at the same time his goons carried Marty away kicking and screaming. That is, the other Marty. The one that had come back the first time.

The goons, he knew, were going to dump him in the trunk of the band playing at the dance, the band would break him out, and he'd be up on stage playing Johnny B. Good in no time!

Then the weirdness of course. Marty remembered waking up in his own bed after returning to 1985 and saving Doc's life. He woke up and everyone was different. Everything was different! Most different of all was his oldest brother. He barely recognized him!

That was a lie. He recognized Dave, but it wasn't the Dave he remembered. Now, Dave looked, well like him! The thirty-year-old fox was the spitting image of him with a little bit of Mom thrown into the mix. Of course, he'd learned that was exactly the case.

He'd knocked his mom up in that car. Biff wanted to fuck her, but Marty was sure the bulldog wouldn't have known where to put it anyway, no matter how hard he tried. Hell, he was probably fucking Lorraine in the ass when-...

Ah, there he was! George was running to the car, muttering and working his nerves up the whole way. Marty knew how this was going to happen, of course. He'd seen it once already.

George rushed to the car and threw the door open. "Hey you, get your damn hands..." Too late he realized it wasn't a fox mounting Lorraine.

Marty watched the big bulldog climb out of the car to confront George. He couldn't hear what they were saying from where he was, but he knew what happened next. George swung to hit Biff, but the bully twisted his arm. A moment later, Marty watched his dad swing around and lay Biff out.

This brought a smile to his muzzle. Again! He dropped the binoculars and looked out at the crowd rushing toward the hero and his damsel in distress. In the middle of the crowd he saw... himself! The other Marty looked at a picture he'd produced from his jacket... then turned and ran.

It had taken a little digging when he got home, but Marty knew after this, George helped Lorraine get dressed and the two went looking for Marty. When they found him, Marty was up on stage filling in for one of the guitar players who had cut his hand breaking him out of the trunk.

Maybe it was Marty's playing. Maybe it was George having saved her from being raped by Biff. Maybe it was a combination of all of those and the fact she was in heat, but as the story was told to him, Lorraine and George shared their first kiss on the dance floor.

After wards, they retreated to Lorraine's bedroom before her parents got home. Marty imagined they fucked like bunnies. Then again, knowing his dad, They probably came once and that was the end of it. In either case, George was too late. Marty's seed had already taken root.

Marty had wanted to fix all of that, prevent himself from knocking his own mom up, but Doc had warned him against it. In trying to fix it, they could ruin everything. In trying to fix that, he could have accidentally prevented himself from playing guitar on stage, thus preventing the new love-birds from kissing, thus creating a temporal paradox that could end the universe and so on and so forth...

Besides, he had much more pressing matters to attend to. He stood up from his hiding place and sprinted across the parking lot as the crowd formed around Biff. He crouched down beside the unconscious bulldog and called out "Alright, everybody it's alright! I know CPR!"

He had to get the Almanac!