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Attic Clock

By: O_J_Flintstone



One nice spring day, Mrs. Kelly Smith had the day off from work. Now this was interesting, because she owns a small craft business, selling stuff in shows, and making plenty of money. It was a very nice day outside, warmer than spring but cooler than summer. The kind of day that you can keep the windows open, and maybe get a nice light breeze. Sunny and a few clouds out there also filling up the sky.

She's your average middle-aged woman, happily married to her husband John, has one 18-year old son named Ryan, and she herself has just turned 40. Her husband and many men find her very attractive, as she could easily pass for 30. She has great sized breasts, wide hips, and the kind of beautiful body that comes naturally, that many people die for. Thin and nicely toned, but not muscular or overly skinny. Long flowing brown hair that always seems to stay well kept without much effort.

They lived in the same house for many years, even with Kelly's mother, who passed away a couple of years ago. Ryan was raised in it his whole life, and even plans to stay during college, so he can save room and board for things like a car. It's a three bedroom house, two bathrooms, large rooms and hallways, four floors (if you count attic, basement, street level floor, and the upstairs area underneath the attic ) .

She decided to do something that she hadn't done in about ten years. She was going to take a look around in the attic, and tidy it up, with a little spring cleaning. So, early that day, she went upstairs to look at what she was dealing with. When she saw the amount of dust and boxes, she knew she was going to need help. She knew her husband was getting ready for a two day business trip, so he wouldn't be much help. Or would he? She went back downstairs to see if he was still there. Upon arriving in her bedroom, she saw he was, tying his shoes, with pants on, but no shirt on.

"Hey, Honey!" said her husband John.

"Hey. Listen, the attic looks bad. I don't think I can do it by myself. Maybe I can do it when you get back, so you can help me out." She said to him.

"Hmm..! If you want, honey, that's fine. Or what about Ryan? Maybe he can get a few of his friends to help you out. You can get pizza and drinks for them, or something," said John.

"I don't think Ryan would want to," she said.

"OK, I'll ask him," he said. He got up and threw on a T-shirt he had on the bed. He then headed for Ryan's room. It was blasting some dance music, and the door was partly closed. John peeked in, knocking, and saw Ryan bobbing his head to the music, sitting at the computer.

"Can I come in, sport?" he asked his son. Ryan turned around and saw his father at the doorway. Just as he saw him, he hit a button on the computer, and the music went away. "yeah, sure, dad. I was just downloading some music. What's up?" Ryan asked.

"Your mother wants to tidy up the attic. You know I'm heading into Manhattan for the convention, and won't be back until Monday, so that leaves you. She can wait until I come back, or do it now with you, and if you help, you can have your friends come over and help also. I'll treat you to pizza and drinks, and they can stay over late, as you can play with your newest toy," said John.

"What toy?" asked Ryan.

"Only if you help your mother," said John.

"All right, Dad. Sure. I don't have any thing better to do," said Ryan.

"Good. Walk with me as you get your birthday present a month early," said John, as he left the room. Ryan followed, as they made their way to the main large closet. John opened it, and used the stool inside, to climb up and reach the second high shelf, which was very deep. He grabbed what appeared to be a large box, and brought it down. Once it came into view, Ryan's face lit up with such a smile. Ryan was just given a Playstation 2 by his father. The large box also had three games and a remote for the DVD part. 

"Oh, Thanks, dad!" said Ryan as he hugged his father. "You got yourself a deal! let's get to work on that attic." 

John spoke with Ryan a few more moments and it was agreed that Ryan would have one or two friends come over and help out his mother. Ryan went back to the computer, and punched up his friend Eric on the instant message. Eric was Ryan's best friend, and also somewhat secretly Eric fancied Ryan's Mom. He was 18 himself, just as Ryan was. Of course he agreed to help out, and was even allowed the chance to stay overnight. When Ryan tried to punch up more people, he had no luck, so it looked like it was Kelly, her son Ryan, and Eric, who would be cleaning up the attic. 

John got up and left, in his car, just as Eric came by the house.

"Hey, man! What's up?" said Eric as he gave Ryan five. Ryan returned the gesture and greeting to his best friend.

"Hi, there, Eric," said Kelly, at the front door.

"Why, hello, Mrs. Smith. How are things?" said Eric to Kelly.

"Great. Thanks for coming to help out. I really appreciate it," said Kelly, as they all entered the house, and closed the door. "Now, let me know when you get hungry. I'll order pizzas, and get lemonade or something like that, OK?"

Both of the young men nodded and said "sure." Then Ryan made his way to his room, so to change into some comfortable clothes. This left Eric and Kelly there waiting for Ryan, as they both were already dressed comfortably. Eric was dressed in loose jeans and a T-shirt, while Kelly was dressed in a belly baring T-shirt that hugged her tits very nicely and loosely tight sweatpants that showed her figure very nicely but weren't obscene looking at all.

"So, where was Mr. Smith heading to?" asked Eric.

"New York. He's doing business there for us, at a convention," she said.

"And left you here? I'd never leave a pretty lady alone for one second. I'd miss her too much," he said.

She let a small smile come out, and her cheeks had a slight flushed look to them, like a light blushing. "That's sweet of you to say that. You're a very nice young man."

"I'm just saying the truth, Mrs. Smith" he said, just as Ryan came back into sight. When he did, they all made their way to the attic. They opened the windows up, and started to get to work. The two guys opened boxes and they organized things neatly, while she vacuumed and dusted everything up.

This went on for a few hours, and it wasn't heavy work, it was just time consuming, dusting, and putting other things in boxes. Most of it just involved moving boxes from here to there, and it was light, but needed more than one pair hands to be done quickly.

One of the boxes they opened up had some old vinyl records, and some other things. Kelly was tearing up when she saw them, because they were records she owned when she was younger, and once she danced to with her husband while they were dating. Eric and Ryan were surprised also, because they were fans of jazz music, and there were some great records there of the really good older jazz. She told them to bring the box downstairs, so they can include the contents in with their regular collection. Just as she did, a small paper fell out from the bottom.

When they went down with the box, she picked up the paper, and it was actually a picture. She was stunned because she didn't recall that picture ever before. It was a black and white picture, of her when she was really young, and of her parents also in front of the house, holding a small cuckoo clock. She smiled looking at it, and decided to add it to the family photo album. She went downstairs, thinking about it, and realizing that she never remembered that clock before in the house, and wondered if it was her mother's or not.

She made it to the living room, a couple of minutes later, where the two guys were looking at the records. They seemed very excited, especially when they saw a copy of the Beatles Sgt. Pepper album and pulled out from the box, seeing it was in great shape. She was shocked also to see that record. "that was one of the first records I ever bought myself," she said.

"Cool!" Ryan said.

"This is a collectable, in such great shape. You guys should hang onto this one," said Eric.

"We will, for sure!" said Ryan, as he dazed at the cover.

"Hey, look what I found. An old picture of me when I was I think three or four. I don't recall exactly," she said, handing the boys the picture.

They both looked at the picture. "You were a very adorable little girl, Mrs. Smith" said Eric. She smiled, as Ryan spoke up. "Is that grandma and grandpa?" he asked.

She nodded yes. "What's with the clock? Grandma must have loved this clock a lot," asked Ryan. 

"I dunno," she said "I don't remember this clock at all ever."

"Well, your memory must be slipping, Ma, because look at this picture. We found a few of them in the box, and a couple of them have the same clock in it," said Ryan as he handed his mother several pictures from the box.

She then took a look and saw several shots of her, her mother, and her father, together, and separately. The common thing about all of them, was that the same clock was in the background, in most of the pictures. Then when she came across a picture of her when she was 18, she really appeared surprised.

"What?" asked Ryan.

"I was looking for this picture for years. I thought I lost it. This picture was taken the day your father and I had our first date. I remember that day so much, but I don't remember the clock ever being on the wall at all," she said. The black and white picture showed her next to the bottom of the staircase, with one hand on the wall, and she was wearing a nice simple dress for the time. The clock was just behind her hand on the wall, and her first dog, Rover, was there coming down from the kitchen, in the picture. 

"You still look just as pretty as you did back then, Mrs. Smith Even more so," said Eric.

"Flattery might get you some free pizza and drinks. Want some boys?" she asked.

They both said yes, and she made her way over to get a pizza delivery flyer. It was inside one of the drawers in the living room. as she pulled out the menu flyer, and started reading it, she began wondering out loud "Where did that clock come from?"

"Why not ask the clock yourself, Mrs. Smith?" said Eric, as he pulled out a cuckoo clock out of the same box. It appeared to be the same clock that was in all those pictures they were looking at. It was small, painted white, had a brown roof, had a few flower designs on it, and looked to be very old. She immediately put the flyer down, went over to pick up the clock, and held it, with a smile.

"Oh, my God! This clock is so beautiful! It's perfect! it matches the vase! Oh, this is going on the wall!" she said, hurriedly moving over towards one of the living room walls. She placed the clock onto the table, and then removed a painting from the wall. The painting was of a clown. She then picked the clock up again, and looked behind to see if there were any ways of hanging the clock up, and sure enough, there was. There was a small hole behind the clock, for nails to enter into and hold the clock onto the wall.

She then stood back and admired the view of it on the wall. She then noticed the clock was not even on the nail, and leaning towards one side. She then adjusted it, and unknowingly pulled on one of the two strings hanging from the bottom. This then did something to the clock, because it started ticking, and it even opened up, and making cuckoo noises. A flap opened up and showed a blue bird, sticking out slightly, singing an unusual melody.

"Woah! It still works!" said Ryan.

"Nice touch" said Eric.

"I can't believe I didn't remember this clock before. Well, now it's mine," said Kelly.

It then stopped making music noises, and started ticking softly, like normal clocks do. Then Ryan noticed that the clock's time wasn't at all accurate, as he looked at his digital watch. "Ma, it's exactly two hours ahead," he said.

"Is that all? Wow! well, we'll take care of that," said Kelly, as she used her index finger, to move the hour hand over to the proper and earlier slot. "there now it has the right time."

"Cool. So, are we still on for the Pizza, Mrs. Smith?" asked Eric. Kelly then realized that she had promised the boys some pizza. She then picked up the flyer, and called them up. After some short inaudible conversation from the view of the boys, still looking at jazz records, she hung up.

"OK, boys, I ordered two large pies for us, but I have to go get them. The delivery truck at Vinny's is in the shop for some brake problems and feared Firestone Tires. I'll get the keys, and jacket, and go pick them up," she said.

So, she went to get her keys and purse, while the two young men explored the contents of the box further. There were lots more pictures, and also a small notebook of some kind. It was Ryan's grandmother's journal. Ryan opened up and began to skim the contents of it. One page he randomly picked had something interesting on it. He the read the entry aloud to Eric: 

"March 4, 1969. I went out shopping, and on the side of the road, after taking Kelly, there was an old man. He was holding a clock, that was so pretty. I asked him where he got it, and he said he made it. It was a supposed magical clock. I asked him if he would sell it, and he sold it to me for $5.00. He also told me to be wary of adjusting the time, as it may ignite spells, and change the people who own it. I told him thanks, and left to finish shopping. I finished my shopping, and went to bed, before I fixed the time on the clock, and hung it on the wall, in the living room. "

"What's so odd about that? It's just a bunch of hocus pocus, man. it ain't real," said Eric. 

"Yeah, but, I dunno. It's odd to me," said Ryan.

"You've seen one too many X-Files episodes, man," said Eric. Ryan then closed the journal, and decided he'd show his mother after skimming the contents himself. Eric then looked at more pictures of his friend's Mom, when she was 18.

"Can you front me some of these?" asked Eric.

"No! That's gross, and those are family pictures!" said Ryan.

"Yeah, like these old school bikini pictures with her and your dad, on a beach? Nobody will miss them, these are date pictures," said Eric.

"No, Eric," said Ryan.

"Come on! Your mother has got it going on big time! How can you not see that?" said Eric.

"No! That's sick, and that's my Mom! Now give me the pics!" said Ryan. Eric then reluctantly gave him the pics, and then Kelly came out with her purse and keys. "All right, I'm going now," she said.

They waved, and she left. The sound of a car starting, and leaving was heard, and the car was gone from the hallway, off to get pizza. About 20 minutes later, while Eric pulled out some paper plates, Ryan found another interesting entry in the journal 

"Look at this one, man," said Ryan, as he read.

"March 5, 1969 This is something out of a scary dream, or a Twilight Zone show. I woke up, and found myself apparently younger. I look as I did when I was 16. Luckily, Larry and Kelly were gone out, and I was alone. I panicked, and cried, and then recalled yesterday. I ran to find the old man, and I did. He didn't even recognize me. I told him who I was, and he was stunned. He then told me how to change back. "

"Your grandmother had an active imagination," said Eric.

"She didn't man. She never lied. It's strange but I do have a bad feeling about this," said Ryan, just as the car pulled back into the driveway. The door opened soon later, with Kelly holding two pizzas, out of sight of the two boys. "Can you get the soda in the car, and my purse? " she asked out loudly. Eric agreed, and went and got them. Kelly had placed the pizzas on the table, but Ryan was still out of the room. 

Kelly then left to hang up her purse, in the hallway, as Ryan came back into the kitchen. Ryan had opened a pizza box, to examine the pizza. As Eric came inside again, and closed the door, he stared at Mrs. Smith's ass. This was as she was facing the coat hook, placing her purse onto it. Her ass looked just as good as it always did to Eric, but yet it even seemed better, this time around. Firmer, and more desirable, perfect for staring at. she must have caught wind of this, from a side glance, because she spoke soon after.

"OK, now that's enough staring young man. You're sweet, but a tad too young for me, and besides I'm married" said Kelly as she turned around to face him.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Smi..." said Eric, as he watched her turn around, with surprising shock, in mid sentence. "Oh.....my......uh.......oh....." he stuttered.

"What? Am I that desirable to you little pervert?" she said to Eric.

"Uh...Mrs..... Smith?" he asked.

"Yes, Eric?" she replied.

"Is that you, Mrs. Smith?" he asked.

"Yeah, it's me! What's wrong with you?" she said.

"Um...nothing. It's just that...uh.....well.....you...." he stuttered again.

"What? What's wrong with me?" she said.

"Um....nothing you are perfect, Mrs. Smith. But maybe you should look in the mirror." He said. She then made her way over to the mirror, next to the kitchen, and just glanced. Then after, taking a second look, shock consumed her whole body. She saw her face in the mirror, and saw that somehow she had grown many years, to where she looked 18 or 19. Her first reaction was less than encouraging.

"Ahhhhh!!!!!!!!!" she yelled out. Ryan then quickly rushed out from the far side of the kitchen where he can first get himself a look at what has happened. "What?!? What?!? " he asked. He then saw his mother, and also expressed shock, but a slight shock.

"What? Mom! Is that you?" he asked.

"Of course it's me! Oh, My God!" she said.

"You shrunk down to your teenager bootylicous babe years!" said Eric.

"Hey, man! Show some class! That is my mother you're talking about!" said Ryan.

"Would you both please knock it off! This is serious! How could this have happened?" she asked in near tears of panic.

A brief moment of silence overcame to two teenagers, but then Ryan remembered the journal and it's odd contents. "Mom! The clock!" he yelled out.

"I don't think that this is a time to worry about that old clock, Ryan!" she yelled, staring at herself in the mirror.

"No! We found Grandma's journal, and in one part, she yacks about this clock. Then in the next part after, she's all panicked about turning young. Then she is looking for some guy who gave her the clock so she could change back," said Ryan.

"Oh, my God! It must be a magic clock or something! Voodoo or some strange phenomenon like that! How did she change back?" said Kelly.

"Why would you want to change back? You look so young and you have a few more years added to your life like this, I'm sure," said Eric.

"I can't stay like this! And besides, it didn't seem to help my mother much anyway! Besides, I can't run work as an 18 year old..." she said, until a thought crossed her mind.

"What?" said Ryan.

She then stepped back from the mirror, and lifted her shirt up over her breasts, but not off fully. This showed her nice large boobs held in the constrictions of a bra, screaming to be let out, and even more so, as they became younger. Ryan in turn turned and faced away. "what are you doing?" asked Ryan. She then replied, " I want to see how old I am." 

She looked at her chest, and her boobs which were just as full as before but more firm and youthful, but her attention was drawn to her stomach. "Where's my heart?" she said.

"I think it's a little higher than that, Mrs. Smith" said Eric, jokingly, but staring at the sight of a lifetime for him.

"No! My tattoo! it's gone! Oh, my God!" she said with a shocked look on her face.

"I didn't know you had a tattoo of a heart," said Eric, just as Kelly fixed her shirt so it was on normally again.

"She got it a long time ago," said Ryan, as he turned around to face his mother, in her new form. "But, anyway, I didn't read further than that entry in her journal, but it must have the answer in there somewhere."


Attic Clock



"Where is it?" she said.

"It's in the kitchen, on the table," said Ryan.

"OK, let's eat, and I'll see if I can find an answer in her diary," she said, as she made her way over to the kitchen table, and sat down. The two boys followed suit, and then served themselves pizza. Ryan and Eric ate several slices, while Kelly barely touched her pizza, as she was focused on reading. This went on for about a half hour.

"Any luck, Mrs. Smith?" asked Eric.

"None. Just usual stuff and things. But this little book has so many pages, it may be a while before I'm even on the right year. Do either of you remember the year?" she asked.

"Uh.....19.....sixty......uh...sixty...something." said Ryan.

"I'm drawing a blank, also," said Eric.

"Well, that won't narrow this down, because the first entry starts in 1959, and the last one ends in 1970," she said, with a sigh, placing the book on the table closed.

"Don't despair, Mom. We'll figure this out. Just hang in there," said Ryan.

"Thanks, Ryan," she said, hugging her son.

"I guess that means we'll finish the attic another time?" asked Eric.

"Yeah, go ahead and have fun you guys. Play your Playstation 2, and whatever. "she said. 

Ryan then hugged his mother again, and took his friend upstairs to play with his new toy. Kelly in the meantime, sat on the rocking recliner in the living room, and continued to read. She was about a fourth of the way through with the book, when she unknowingly dozed off asleep. at about midnight, Ryan and Eric came back down, and woke her up.

"Hey, boys. What happened? You know, I had a freakiest dream. I turned young," she said, as she got up.

"Um...Ma...it wasn't a dream," said Ryan.

She then seemed to get sad, and nod her head. "it's really happened," she said softly, as she went upstairs.

"Man, she is bummed. I better find that thing for her, man," said Ryan.

"OK" Said Eric, as they took the journal upstairs and started reading it. They took turns reading it, and skimming pages, with no luck. This went on for an another hour, until Eric unknowingly dozed off. A short while later, Ryan did the same thing. When Eric awoke, it was morning, the next day, and he was alone there in the room.

He got up from the floor's makeshift bed, and recomposed himself. He headed to his overnight bag, and pulled out shorts, a T-shirt, and toothbrush. As he did, he heard the shower in the nearby bathroom running. he headed into the hallway, and made his way down to the other bathroom, and was going to open the door. The door however was slightly open, and he just peeked in. When he did, he sure got an eyeful. Kelly Smith was there, still in her younger form, taking a shower totally nude.

This sent Eric's mouth open, staring in just pure awe. It was almost like he had seen heaven, it was pure nirvana. The sight of the perfect woman to him, even younger and hotter, totally nude in front of him, was the inspiration for a world class boner. His dick got so hard, so fast, that it was an oddly pleasant mix of pain and pleasure jumbled up. 

He was so hot and horny from that sight, that he felt like he was going to come. Thank goodness for Eric that she didn't notice him jacking off. He had to get off right there, because he saw this as the chance of a lifetime. He didn't think he'd ever see her naked again, so he jacked off right there. He put his hand inside his pants, and took out his dick. He then placed his hand around his nine inch cock, and started pumping fiercely. 

All this time, he was staring at her wet body, through the open part of the shower curtain. water flowing right off her, rolling all over her perfect curves. From the valleys of her neck, to the hills of her breasts. From the forest of her navel, to the heaven that was her shaved pussy. Then she turned around, and bared her perfect ass, as she washed out her hair. Soaking wet, and yet so firm, she was so prime to be taken right there, but Eric knew he couldn't. He kept on pumping there in the hallway, never taking his eyes off of her. 

He must have been really hot for her, because he soon came right there, onto his towel. He came so hard and so much, some even fell onto the floor, and Eric almost fainted. Eric got himself together, was happy to do what he did, but relieved she didn't see him the whole time, to his knowledge. He wiped himself up, and the evidence also, and tiptoed away from the door. He headed over toward the other bathroom and opened the door.

"Hey, it's me, man. I just need to wash my hands," said Eric, as he went inside the bathroom, and used the sink to wash his hands. As only the sound of the water flowing filled the room, Eric was wondering. He turned of the water to the sink, and asked his friend if he was OK. "Ryan, you OK man?"

No answer. Eric then headed over towards the shower, and peeked inside the curtain, and to his shock, he saw the water was on, but there was nobody inside. As he opened the curtain all the way, a voice did fill the room.

"Morning" said a voice. Eric turned around, a bit surprised, and saw Mrs. Kelly Smith. She was at the doorway. Her hair was wet and she was wearing a short white robe.

"Um..morning, Mrs. Smith. You're still young," said Eric, trying to act surprised.

"Yeah" she sighed.

"Where's Ryan?" he asked.

"His job called him. He needed to open the store and cover for one of the managers for a while, so he'll be back before noon," she said.

"Oh. By the way, why was this shower on?" he asked, as he was going to turn it off.

"Don't touch it. I used some soap scum cleaner, and needed to rinse it off. Leave it be for a few minutes. If you need to shower, use the other one, I'm already done," she said.

He simply nodded, and headed out of the bathroom. She stayed, and leaned over to wipe down some of the wall. Eric peeked out slightly, from the doorway, and saw she was bending over. The robe began to ride up her legs, which didn't take long as they were very short. When they cleared her legs completely, from bending over, Eric really got an eyeful. He stared and saw she wasn't wearing any panties at all. The full ass and pussy lips were clearly visible to lucky Eric. Eric started getting ultra hard again, but he knew if he didn't get into a shower now, he never would. So he made his way over to the other shower, and got cleaned up. He cooled himself down in there, so he could face Kelly without turning red.

Some time later, Eric came down. It was maybe a half hour later. Clean, with a change of clothes on. He walked down and saw Mrs. Smith, also fully clothed, sitting in the kitchen. She looked sad, like she had just been crying.

"Is anything wrong, Mrs. Smith?" said Eric.

She then just broke down in tears, onto the table. Eric quickly rushed over by her side, and pulled a chair up close. He then put an arm around her shoulders, and she then leaned over towards him, completing the circle of a sad hug of comfort. 

"What's wrong? You can tell me," said Eric.

After a few minutes of crying, she gathered up power enough to speak. "I feel so helpless. I'm a freak!" she said.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I'm only 18 now. I am not my normal self anymore. I know who I am, but I can work like this. If I'm stuck like this, I'm through. What can I do? Go to school again? Can I still be John's wife? What will people say? 'There goes him and his freak wife!' Will John even want me after he sees me?" she said breaking down again in tears.

"Now listen to me. You are going to change back, don't worry, we'll find a way. And you are not a freak, OK? 'Freak' is a negative word. That doesn't say you at all. You will figure something, if you can't continue working. You have so many things going for you. You always were and still are vital. You are smart, and very funny, and even more beautiful than before. Men of all ages dream of having someone like you," he said.

"Do you really think so, Eric?" she asked.

"Yes! For sure! Mr. Smith is the luckiest guy ever, to have you. And I'm sure he'll understand, and help you with this also, if you don't change back. Love knows no boundaries, even for age. I should know. I love you" he said.

"What?" she asked. Eric didn't answer, and let go of Kelly. he got up and walked away from her. He was whispering to himself. She got up, and went over behind him, and patted him on the back. 

"I shouldn't have said that," he said.

"No. It's OK, and very sweet of you, Eric. That may have been the sweetest thing anyone ever has told me in years," she said, as he pulled away from her, and moved out of the kitchen, towards the staircase. "I have overstayed my welcome. Do you want me to leave?" he asked.

"No." she said, again getting closer to him. "you may stay if you want to, and I'd like for you to stay. And thanks for the kind words. Did you mean them?" she asked.

"Yes, but..." he said. Eric stood silent there for a few moments, until he turned to face Kelly, and saw the look on her face. "..but it's like you said, Mrs. Smith. You are married."

"I will be when I turn 20. I'm only 18 now. And call me Kelly. Listen, I know you had a thing for me ever since you could jack-off. I'm very flattered. But that didn't mean much to me, until now. Now I see that you genuinely care about my feelings. That is a special gift, one that deserves a special reward," she said, as she stepped close, right in front of him. She then reached up to him, and kissed him on the lips. He returned the slow tongue kiss to her, without hesitation. Then all of a sudden, he broke the kiss.

"I've dreamed about this for a long time, but Ryan will be back soon, and besides, what about your husband, Mrs. Smith?" he said.

"Don't worry about Mr. Smith. I'll take care of him. He's a good man, and will never know. And as for Ryan, we will have to make it a quickie then, and call me Kelly!" she said, heading back towards him, to continue the kiss. 

"A quickie?" he asked, just as she kissed him again. Just then, a phone's ring fills the room. Kelly breaks off the kiss and goes to answer it.

"Hello?" she asks.

"Hi, Mom. It's Ryan. Listen, it's chaos here. I'm going to be here until at least three or four here. So tell Eric to pop by later then, if you don't want him there, so we can finish our game later. OK, Mom?" He said.

"Sure, Ryan," she said.

"Thanks. I gotta go. Later," he said hanging up the phone. As Kelly hung up the phone, a smirk overcame her face, facing Eric.

"What is it?" Eric asked.

"Ryan is stuck at work for longer than I thought. So that means it's just us here, until three or four," she said, moving to walk up the stairs. "Come on," she said, signaling for Eric to follow her.

Eric followed right behind, and was led by her into her room. She then closed the door behind them.

"Is this happening?" he asked, as she took off her T-shirt, slowly and seductively. "yes," she said, as she started to feel her breasts, over the white lace bra.

"Why?" he asked.

"I dunno. Maybe being young again is helping me lose my inhibitions once again. Maybe because your looking at me makes me feel so attractive and sexy," she said, as she took off her sweatpants, showing her only in thong panties.

He went over to her, and she then started ripping off his clothes. The shirt, the shorts, the socks, the underwear, it was all gone in no time at all. Gone in between short spurts of making out and groping. She then told him to calm down, and pushed him onto the bed. As he lay there butt naked with the woman of his dreams, she then climbed onto him, and they started to make out slowly again. She started to grind onto him a little bit, over the panties.

Their two tongues in a romantic tango of kissing, licking, moaning, nibbling, and sucking. Slowly at first, but the picking up speed. Fierce but gentle. She was in charge of this one, even though it was his fantasy come true, she was going to control every moment of this time, with this diamond in the rough. She told him just how she wanted him to kiss her, and he complied, like an obedient pet on a leash. Given a treat, if it does a good job, and with the way this lady kisses, it was a great treat. He was a natural at it.

She then made her way down his body, licking and teasing spots like his nipples and navel, until she found his dick. She grabbed it hard, and quickly, and then it went inside her mouth. She started sucking on it, and licking it, like a hot ice-cream cone in meltdown. She wasn't the best at it, but he helped her out with it, but telling her what didn't feel right to him. That was odd for him, because he was a virgin, and all the sensations were great to him. New but great. Up and down, licking and sucking, up and down. Further teasing him by squeezing his balls sometimes. Then when Eric's breathing picked up, she stopped, because she knew he was going to come. When she finished, she made a shocking revelation. "I never did that before, ever." She had never even given her husband a blowjob the whole time she was married!

Then, she made her way up further onto the bed, and made him eat her cunt. She kept the thong on, but moved it to the side, so he could get access to it. She pushed him up, so she could lay down on the bed, with him eating her out over her. He found the clit very quickly, and she came once from the sheer heat of his contact with it. She then told him he was getting a bit clumsy with his motion, and to take it slow, not rushing things. So he obeyed. He loved the taste of her. It was so new to him, he just ate it all up, like a hungry boy. In and out, in and out, the tongue went, inside her cunt, maker her more and more wet with every single thrust. Licking and nibbling on his target, the object of his desire. Slowly, and nicely, the tongue and fingers were working their way into pressing Kelly into the realm of sexual nirvana yet again, by making her come again.

Once she did, she climbed up, and removed her bra. Eric dived into the valley of her breasts, and started playing with them. Touching them and kissing them. One breast at a time, until she pressed her arms against them, and they became squeezed together in front of him. He just loved sucking on them, while grabbing the other treasure she had, her ass. She was now positioned so she was sitting right on his lap, facing him, with only a pair of thongs in the way. Her breasts were right in front of his face, and he loved it. they kept this up for a while, until she said "I need you to fuck me now, young man!"

"Sure, my love! Whatever you want!" he said, as he shifted her position, so again she was on the bed. He then went in front of her, and she spread her legs without hesitation. He climbed in front of her, and held his dick right over her pussy. She then looked him, with a look of lust. She then said "I'm ready. Don't worry, I'll show you what to do. And besides I'm on the pill."

He then held the head of his dick, right at the entrance of her pussy, and pushed it in. The first feeling of contact was pure incredible for Eric, and very welcome for Kelly. As it started to slide in more, something kept it from going in all the way. Eric didn't know what it was. "My dick is too big! Kelly, it won't go all the way in!" he exclaimed.

"Oh, my God! It's not that" she said with shock on her face. "What is it?" he asked, unsure if something was wrong on his end, or her end.

"You're dick is fine, it's me! I'm still a virgin!" she said.

"I hate to bust your bubble, but that can't be. It's because of a son of yours, named Ryan. He's a friend of mine," he said without giving a second thought to what he said.

"No, you comedian! When I was 18, I was still a virgin! And I am 18, now," she said.

"You were a virgin with this hot body?" he asked.

"You're such a sweet talker, Eric. But, times were different then. I missed the sexual revolution by a few years, so I had to play by the old-fashioned rules. Thank goodness it brought me John," she said.

Eric then started to slide what bit of his dick was still inside of her, out. She then held him still, and made him stop, just as the purple mushroom head of his dick, was about to leave. "I want this! I need this! Please!"

"I have dreamed about this for years, but I don't want to do anything to hurt you. I heard being a virgin hurts the first time you do it, if you are a girl," he said, as he moved her arms away from him, so he could be free to move again.

Just as he was about the clear her pussy, she reshifted her arms again. This time they landed on his ass. In one split second, she grabbed his ass, squeezed his cheeks, and thrust them closer to her. This in turn, reinserted his dick into her pussy, sliding in with no problem, and even more then some. He hit the barrier of her sexual innocence, her hymen, with his dick, really fast. This quick thrust of movement, easily broke the barrier down, and let the full amount of his dick enter her. Before he even knew what had happened, she was screaming in pain, and in tears. Her virginity was taken, again. This time, many years later, and by her son's best friend.

She held his ass down and tight towards her, so he couldn't break free, despite her cries of pain. "Let me go! I'm hurting you!" he said.

"No...It's normal....uh.....it always hurts...first time.......then the pain goes away.....then sexual pleasure takes......over..." she mumbled in between deep breaths, and moaning. It was clear that the pain was going away, because she started to let go of his ass. "I'm good now, fuck me! Fuck me now!" she said.

Not even a fraction of a second later, he had pumped his hips against her, so the full length of his dick had gone inside her. She met his thrusts equally, and more forcefully, now that the pain and become pleasure. So, there they were, in the missionary position, fucking. He just started pumping, not really knowing what he was doing. She could tell this, because then it started to feel strange to her. "you're not doing it right," she said.

"I'm sorry" he said. She then reached down, and grabbed some of his dick. She then reshifted his position, so that she would get the most pleasure out of it also. Then the pumping resumed, as her breathing become harder, and the moans became louder. There wasn't a doubt about it, he was doing it right this time. In and out, rocking and rocking. Their hips in unison, faster and faster, in and out his cock came out of her pussy, pounding away at her.

This went on for a few minutes, and then she shifted his position again, so that she would mount him on top. He lay there again, and she rose herself, so her pussy was right above his dick. She then sat down, and down her pussy came onto his dick. He moaned loudly again, and they moaned in unison and rhythm, as she began to rock her hips onto his. Up and down her whole body went. Her tits bouncing up and down, waiting to be played with again, and Eric was happy to help. He lifted himself up, so he could play with them. And so he did. He licked and put one in his mouth, sucking on one, while he grabbed the other bare one.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Enough said.

"oh, yeah!" was all that seemed to spill out of Eric's mouth, in the ways of intelligent language. All Kelly could say was the occasional moan, and "Ohhh....!"

Then, out the blue, this game neared a sudden end. Both of them said that they were going to come. Eric came first, and that knocked over her final domino, as she herself came. She collapsed onto him, and he held her with his arms. She pulled him out of her, and went to lay down next to him. There they lay for a while, just holding each other not saying anything. Then he found something to say. "thank you." That was all he said. He then got up, and started to get dressed. She told him to stay with her, but he didn't seem to listen. As he got up, and headed for the bedroom door, he spoke again. "I need to go out for a walk, be alone for a while. I'll be back later." Then he left.




Attic Clock



She then cleaned up after both of them, and got dressed again. The rest of the day went by slow, for her. She started dinner, and around 3:30PM, Ryan came home. That was when he had good news for her.

"Hey, Ma!" he said, as he came into the doorway.

"I'm in the kitchen!" She said.

He went over there, and hugged his Mom, and spoke. "I have some good news!"

"I could use some," she replied. "What is it?"

"I figured out how to change you back!" he said excitedly.

"You did! That's great! How did you manage this?"

"Look at this journal entry, taken about a couple of weeks after she had changed, and been changed back. Grandma explains how she did it," he said, and started to read.

"March 20, 1969. I baked cookies for the Town Hall raffle, tomorrow, and I asked Samantha to help me. That was then when I told her what happened to me a couple of weeks ago. Getting younger, for about two days. She was shocked, and yet oddly didn't disbelieve me. Then again she does believe in odd things like Martians and things like that, so it was no surprise. She then asked me how I changed back, and I told her what the old man told me. He said to simply place the clock's hands back into their original places, which put the face's time about two hours ahead of real time. The next morning, I woke up, and was normal again. I told her that Larry would keep the secret, and since Kelly wasn't told, she didn't know. Samantha then promised to keep the secret also, as we've been friends and neighbors since we were kids. Also, Kelly got a boyfriend I think. I think it's that friend of hers, John Smith. They were walking home together, holding hands."

"Oh, dear! Thank you!" she said, hugging her son again, and rushing over to the living room, and the clock. Ryan followed her, and saw her there, just staring at it. She then held her finger out, and adjusted the time back to it's original off position, being two hours ahead. She then sighed, and turned around.

"So...that's it," she said, walking away.

"What?" he said.

"I'm going to change back when I go to sleep. It's great, I'll be normal when your father gets back, and see if I can explain things to him when he gets here," she said, heading back to the kitchen.

Ryan then followed her into the kitchen, and asked her "where's Eric?"

She then almost froze, but tried to compose herself, in front of Ryan. "He left a while ago."

"Oh?" he said. "Did you guys do anything? I mean, was he any trouble?"

"Oh, no. I was feeling bummed, but he cheered me up, and then he said he was going out. That's all," she said.

"Oh, OK. How nice of him. OK, then, I'll call, him up, and ask him if we can finish our game," he said, heading out of the kitchen, and up the stairs.

She then felt a sigh of relief. Her son didn't suspect anything at all. So, Kelly continued with her cooking, and started to wonder if it was true, that she would change back. Anyway, Ryan and Kelly had dinner, and Eric didn't show up. Ryan said that Eric was needed at home, and would be back tomorrow. So they ate, and got ready for bed.

Ryan was up late playing his PS2, while Kelly got ready for bed, hoping that she would change back. She got into her bed, and found herself touching the other side of it. The side her longtime husband always slept on, and the same side, that Eric laid on while they fucked earlier that day.

She then started to doze off, and feel asleep, in her nightgown. Ryan followed suit sometime later. Then the whole house was asleep. Then at about three in the morning, the front door opened up, and someone walked inside of the house quietly. This person closed the door, and came upstairs. Then quietly made their way into Kelly's room. She then woke up, and stood still and scared. The person then placed some items onto the floor, and started to get undressed. This was clear, from the mirror showing the dark shadows.

she then whispered "who's there?"

Then a male voice whispered back. "it's me, your husband," she was stunned, and turned around. She then saw the faint appearance of his face in the dark, and she knew it was her husband John.

"You're home early," she whispered.

"Yeah, it went well. I'll tell you about it in the morning," he said, as he closed the door, and was about to turn on the light.

She then reached out with her hand and stopped him. "no, please. Just come to bed," she said.

"You read my mind." John said. "Listen, I wanted to talk to you. I've been meaning to for a while," he said.

"Can't it wait until morning?" she asked, looking at herself, and seeing she was still young. He didn't seem to notice in the dark at all though. 

"No." he said, climbing into bed next to her. "Listen, I want you to know that I love you, and that nothing will ever change that, for me. I just can't stand being away from you anymore. I don't want to go on any more business trips alone. I want us to be a stronger couple. I want to make you happier than you've been in years." 

"I am happy, because I am your wife. What brought this on?" she asked.

"I thought you didn't want to come on the trip because you were having an affair" he said.

"What? Why would you ever think that?" she asked.

"I dunno. I still can't believe I'm married to the most beautiful woman ever in the world, and for so long. I'm afraid that you might hate me now, and want to go for some younger guy," he said.

She then had a heavy heart with his words. That moment, she had to wonder about which way would she go. tell the truth, and risk breaking his heart, over a man old enough to be his son? Or should she say nothing, and strengthen her bond with the man she loves?

She then reached over towards him, and said "never" just as she kissed him. He then held her in his arms, in a strong embrace. All he had on left was his briefs, but she still had her nightgown left. They both the nightgown off over her head, while he reached over, and ripped off her panties in one quick motion. He then dived on top her, and got himself into position to eat her pussy. And he did, still not aware she was younger. He always knew what she liked. That was one thing John had over Eric. He knew where to hit everything in her pussy, and when. His tongue had a college degree in oral stimulation. Yet, this time, her body reacted even more so, than normal, to his tongue. She was younger, and only in her older years, got to feel true pleasure from someone eating her pussy. This kind of expertise, on her younger pussy, made her very hot and even hornier. All this passion, late at night, with only the moonlight, and the street light as their faint source of light in the room, making it dark and romantic.


By the time she came, and caught her breath, she shifted his position, so he was laying down. "Feeling frisky are we?" he said, assuming she was going to do the rare treat of going on top.

"You have no idea," she said, pulling off his underwear. She then grabbed his dick, and started pumping it. "Stay still" she said, and she then took his dick, and placed it inside her mouth. This got an immediate from him. "Oh..!" he said, and she started licking him, and pumping her head up and down. Can you believe it? His FIRST ever blowjob!

"Wow!" was all he could he say, as she picked up the pace. A wet place, like her pussy, hut having a tongue of it's own, as on his dick. And he was loving it. Then, unknowingly, he came, and she held herself on his dick, as best as she could. She did good, but then, some come leaked out of the side of her mouth. She just licked it up, and swallowed every bit of it. She then got up, and saw his dick was still hard. She then rushed to mount him, because she was in heat. She without a moment of hesitation, mounted his dick, and started bouncing up and down.

They were fucking. She was fucking him, even more in passion, than she did Eric, because she did love John. She wanted to make him happy, and he wanted to do the same for her. And besides, in her mind, the fuck she had with Eric, happened when she was younger. John was in a daze, and loving every second of her appetite. He noticed she seemed tighter than normal, her pussy anyway, and her tits seemed firmer than before, but he didn't care. He loved every second of it. He must have been very horny, because she knew he wouldn't last long. So she slowed her tempo a bit, and made it last. He grabbed her ass, to meet her thrusts. 

She wanted him there and now. He wanted her there and now. She realized this, and knew that there was one way she could thank him for that knowledge of what she wanted. She then picked up the pace of her humping, and then reached down, and started to further stimulate herself. He had since leaned over, and started kissing her tits. She then started to come, and shook violently when she did, and collapsed. This sent John over the edge, as he then started coming without warning. He held her onto his dick, so she could take every last bit of his come inside her. They kissed, and she got up, so she could clean up slightly, after themselves. He turned on the light, and she said "No!"

The light came on, and he asked "what?"

She then covered her face, and he came over, and took her arms off her face. They were in front of the mirror, and she was facing it. And saw herself in the mirror, as he took her arms out of the way. She then saw herself, and was happy, by what she saw. She was her normal age again.

"What's the matter, honey? You know I think you are beautiful," he said.

She smiled, and hugged him, saying "thank you, sweetheart." So, she cleaned up, and they got dressed for sleep. They slept late, so late, that they both woke up about 10:AM, to the sound of their door opening.

"Morning, you two!" said Ryan, with a pair of trays.

"Oh, morning son!" said John, sleepily. "How's the game system?" he asked.

"Great! how was the trip?" he asked.

"Good. Thanks for the breakfast." John said.

Ryan handed the trays with scrambled eggs, toast, and sausages, to his folks, complete with OJ.

"I saw you slept late, and thought you'd be hungry," said Ryan, as he left, just smiling at his mother, knowing that she had changed back.

They ate, and got ready for the rest of the day. Ryan was home again, and invited Eric to come over, and help again, with the attic. This time, there were four of them, and they finished very early. the attic was clean and organized. Eric didn't speak to Kelly at all the whole time John was there. Just nice casual polite talk, nothing like the previous days.

While John and Ryan went looking at pics, Kelly and Eric snuck off and talked.

"Why have you been ignoring me?" she said.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't jump you and mount you, when I first saw you, like I wanted to. Your husband was in the way," he said.

"I'm sorry. I thought you'd be happy I was changed back," she said.

"I'm not. I just lost the love of my life," he said.

"No, I'm right here," she said.

"No, that was a long time ago, when you were younger. You are a married adult now," he said.

She then kissed him on the lips, and he pushed her away from him. "would you stop? This is hurting me enough as it is. Ryan told me he heard you two boning like crazy last night, when he got home. I know now I was just a one-fuck wonder," he said.

"No, you helped me touch a part of myself I lost in touch with many years ago. And you took my virginity, for the second time. I'm sorry that we can't be together again, but can't we be friends?" she asked.

"I already have plenty of friends, like your son. If you'll excuse me, Mrs. Smith, I am wanted back home," he said, with an angry tone, but was clearly hurt. He left a few minutes later, and she felt bad, but know she did the right thing, because despite her feelings for Eric, she loved John.

And so, life went on like normal again, minus some changes. Kelly and John had hot sex every night now, and they would always go together on business trips. Ryan and Eric are still friends, and he has since called a truce with Mrs. Smith, and they are cool with each other again. Eric never got to fuck her again, but he knows that she took his virginity, when she was 18 or 19. Then, came interesting news.

Kelly went to the doctor a few weeks later, feeling funny, and he told her she was pregnant. Her first child in almost 20 years. She felt happy and scared at the same time. Happy, that this would be the key, to make her and John a stronger pair again, if it was his. But she was scared also. What if it was Eric's child? What would she tell everyone?

She kept this secret from everyone for another two weeks, until she could get DNA testing done, in secret, without even Eric or John knowing. The day she got the results in, she was overwhelmed. She was having John's baby again! Everything was going to work out just fine now.

Eric and Ryan were told, and they were happy. Eric was happy to hear the kids wasn't his, because he didn't want to cause her anymore drama or problems. She then gave birth nine months later, to a healthy girl, she named Tonya. She and John are still in love, and happy. Eric and Ryan went off to the same college, nearby, and still live in town, in Ryan's house. Even Eric, has moved into the house with Ryan. They have since been dating women, and are very happy. Eric still sometimes wonder about what might have been. And during all this, the clock, still hangs there, on the wall, two hours ahead. Nobody else found out about what happened, or have since touched the clock. 

And that is the story, of the attic clock, which changed the life of a woman, and helped her rediscover her youth, and strengthen her marriage.