Oliver smirked smugly as Paula pressed her bust against him, the massive boobs making him remember some comments about “MILFs”, though it clashed with his new memories of being a man who married this woman and was more than happy to give those twins what they needed.
“Someone’s feeling frisky, eh?” Oliver found himself saying, suavely.
“And if I am, what will you do, big boy?” Paula said, still staring as she maneuvered herself against Oliver, easily putting her arms around his waist and squeezing his toned, muscular glutes.
Oliver coughed for a moment, clearing his throat as a small part of him, the younger, more immature side of him was screaming for him to realize just what was going on. His eyes beheld his wife and yet, he could see his somewhat cringey mother, it was almost maddening. His heart beat faster and his breathing got shallower as Paula spoke up, in a husky, needy tone.
“What’s wrong? You love when I act naughty…” Paula said, squishing Oliver’s glutes with her grip.
Oliver gulped, before reaching for the camera, moving out of Paula’s grip.
“A-Actually, I want to-“ Oliver said, before Paula’s glinted.
“Take a picture of me to hold onto? Oh you’re very kinky tonight, just, promise the kids won’t see this, won’t you? Can’t have them more traumatized than that time Becca caught us “Wrestling”…” Paula giggled, before beginning to unbutton her blouse.
Oliver’s face was practically red as his memories fabricated a scenario in which a smaller, more precious Becca had stumbled into their furious lovemaking that later lead to Jerry… Just as Paula’s breasts were beginning to peek out and jostle for him.
“Don’t keep your woman waiting, I want you to destroy this pussy, Oliver…” Paula said, before making a breathy moan.
She slowly sat down as if to tease her husband, her plush derriere comfortable on Becca’s bed.
Oliver’s hands were fumbling as he held the camera in his hands, before gulping a second time and taking a breath.
“Say, “Big Daddy”.” Oliver said, feeling himself go on auto pilot, the nervous twitching of a younger boy was replaced with an older man with experience.
In that moment, he clicked the shutter button and a familiar flash filled the room.
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Just as he grunted and reached a hand to his eyes to comfort their brief confusion, Oliver blinked and found himself in the bedroom once again. He looked downwards and found that, thankfully, he was still himself, muscular and rather bulky… And sitting on the bed was the leopard print thong he was taking a picture of from his glory days since going pro.
“Heh, not a bad look… It’s been years since I wore these…” Oliver thought to himself, mind slowly reeling from what had just happened.
As if on autopilot, the tether to the younger boy was fading, being replaced by the masculine, muscular male who was currently the father of the household.
“Bet I can still wear these, shit, what time is it?” Oliver spoke, reaching for his phone to check the clock.
He mentally felt a relief as Becca had only gone for a few minutes, he had snuck into her room to take a photo of his old clothes since her room had the best lighting… Or, did it? A slight headache tinged in Oliver’s head as he tried to collect his thoughts, before he shook his head and quickly scooped the thong in his hands.
“Looks I get to try you on while no one’s home…” He thought to himself.
He quickly raced into the bathroom across the hall, dipping in and locking the door, intent on peeling off the layers of clothes that held his muscular, toned body.
Setting the camera on the counter, Oliver quickly threw off the tight athletic shirt that graced his body, eyeing up the bountiful, burgeoning pecs that he had cultivated in the gym despite the struggles of being a single dad. Just as quickly, he easily shucked off his shorts, slapping a hand against the meaty quads and wiggling them for his own amusement. Kicking them aside, Oliver’s eyes fell down upon the generous bulge that was covered by his boxer briefs. With a firm tug, he unleashed the beast within that now, to his enjoyment, flopped outwards in relief, throbbing.
“Shit, I really hit the genetic jackpot didn’t I?” Oliver chuckled under his breath as he flexed in the mirror.
He struck a few poses, a side chest, a front double biceps, even the side triceps pose as he surveyed his musclebound physique… Before turning to the thong and went to work putting it on.
“Alright, one… two… three..!” Oliver cried out, before hoisting the thong above his legs, feeling the familiar tug against thickened thighs.
He saw in the mirror that the thong was quite a tight fit, but they left nothing to doubt about his family jewels or his prowess.
“Goddamn!” Oliver said, hands on his hips, before stroking his stubbled chin.
“I’m a fuckin’ beast… Don’t even know how big am I…” He said, before tossing his clothes to the side and fishing the scale for himself.
With the eagerness of a child on Christmas, Oliver stood up on the scale, before smirking as the needle reached a firm “245 lbs”.
“Pretty good… For a start.” Oliver chuckled. “A man can get used to this…”
He adjusted the thong, turning around to check out his toned glutes.
Just as Oliver was preening himself yet again, his eyes lingered on the camera that sat, lens pointing towards the wall.
For some reason, he could feel something telling him not to touch the vintage item and instead get rid of it… But another part of him was telling him to use the camera on something. Perhaps to capture the moment?
Oliver hummed for a moment, where, even, did he get this camera? The memories were still mulling over in his mind when…