Mark and the Machine

Chapter 3

Part 3

Stepson? No, how could that be! Mark knew that his mom getting pregnant had messed with the device somehow, but how did she now think she was his stepmom?

Unless...

Mark really hoped the idea forming in his head wasn't true.

"Uh, Elizabeth?" Mark ventured. "Could you remind me how you met my dad?"

Lizzy smiled. "Call me 'Lizzy' or 'mom', Mark. Elizabeth just sounds so formal!"

"Okay, Lizzy. But how did you two meet?"

"Well, I don't know why you're curious about this topic again, but we met at his work of course. I was his secretary, and he started confiding in me about all of the arguments and issues in his marriage. One thing led to another... and, well I guess your folks got divorced and he married me."

Mark's eyes widened. His suspicions were confirmed. The remote hadn't restored his mom's original memories. Instead, it had given her the memories of the homewrecker, Jennifer.

"What college did you go to, mo-, uh, Lizzy?" Mark asked.

Lizzy felt a bit of a head ache coming on. Memories swirled in her mind. She rubbed her temple.

"I, uh, I didn't go to college did I?" she said confused. "No wait, I went for a year or two, but I must have, um, dropped out? I never really liked school anyways. I never really was the best student." She didn't remember dropping out, but how else to explain no memories of college past her first year, and her work history with Mark's dad?

Mark's eyes widened. His mom, Elizabeth, had been a mechanical engineer. She had been the one who had gotten Mark into his gadgetry and gizmos. But with Jennifer's memories, Lizzy had apparently followed a slightly different life path. This was not good, he was going to have to fix the device and sort out his dad, mom and the poor Asian woman who know thought she was his mother. First thing first was to get them all in one place.

"Why don't we go to my old house, Jennifer?" Mark said.

"Okie dokie, Mark!" she said cheerfully. "But maybe we could stop at your dad's place first? I wanna get dressed in something better than these clothes."

Mark nodded. One more pitstop wasn't going to add too much time to things. The two of them got into his car, and drove off to his dad and dad's mistress house.

Lizzy went inside the house, and came out a few minutes later wearing a skimpy outfit that always made his dad really hot and bothered. Mark was actually surprised how well she was filling it out. His mother had never really been able to compete with Jennifer in the looks department before. Elizabeth's breasts at 38 had already started to sag, and she was a good cup size or two behind her competition before. And yet, the clothes she was wearing looked like they were tailor made for her.

Mark realized that one part of that was his mother's perky younger body, without any of the sagging of age. But he suspected that her breasts were now bigger than they had been the first time she was 22, due to the sudden flood of hormones she had due to her pregnancy. Whatever the reason, she was effortlessly pulling off the look of his father's longtime mistress.

Mark blushed and looked away. His mom was quite the looker now, and his mental defenses weren't up the way they would have been before because she looked so much younger, so different from the woman who had raised him. He had never seen a picture of his mom at any age dressed this skimpily.

"Do you think your daddy is going to like this?" she said in a sing song voice.

"I'm sure he'll like it," Mark mumbled.

They drove to his parents house, and after they arrived Mark couldn't help but peek a bit as Lizzy walked, her curves hypnotically swaying as she went to the door. She rang the door bell, and Mark recovered enough of his senses to sneak around the back of the house, and go in through the back door. He was going to be in the basement, fixing the device.

"Oh, hello," John said, answering the door. He tried to hide his arousal, looking at Lizzy standing there in a strangely familiar outfit. "Who are you? Are you one of Mark's little friends?" She did seem a little too old to be one of Mark's friends, but who else could she be?

Lizzy looked confused.

"Don't tell me you don't remember me?" she pouted. This was probably a game, right? If it was, she thought it was very hot.

John looked at Lizzy. He had to admit, she did seem familiar somehow. Where had he seen her before?

"Maybe you need a little reminder," she giggled. She wrapped her arms around him, and pressed her body against him. Then, she gave him kisses up his neck, finishing on his mouth.

John was going to push this strange woman who was throwing herself at him off, but when her lips touched his, it sparked a strange memory in him. It was a weak memory - mostly overwritten by his new life with Jade. The woman kissing him was definitely familiar!

John could feel himself getting hard, and now he pushed the woman of him. But he couldn't resist looking her up and down, trying to find why she seemed so familiar? Her outfit sparked a few memories for him - a woman moaning in the bedroom, as he ripped the outfit off. His mistress! Of course, how could he forget? He was having trouble remembering her name for some reason, but then her face sparked it for him.

"Elizabeth," he whispered. "You can't come around here, Jade will see you!"

She giggled. "Don't call me that, it sounds so old! I'm Lizzy, silly. And I don't see Jade anywhere. Why don't we have a little fun?"

John looked around, but had to admit that Jade seemed occupied in another room.

"Shh," John said. "Let's go up to the main bedroom!"

He led Lizzy upstairs. Lizzy was so excited, she was practically dancing. In truth, she was also a little scared. What was going to happen now?

The two of them made their way to the master bedroom. Lizzy followed along, smiling at all the memories she was picking up in the house. An oddly high amount of hazy memories, considering she only became John's mistress within the last year or two.

When they got into the bedroom, John locked the door behind him.

"Oh, god, I completely forgot until you showed up," John said, "how stifled I've felt with Jade. Things have just become routine, but Lizzy, you're something different. You're so vibrant and sexy, and you haven't given up to domestic drudgery yet."

Lizzy giggled. "You're so dramatic John, don't worry about things so much. Why don't I help you relax?"

She dropped her purse and began unbuttoning his shirt.

John, embarrassed by the attention, kept walking towards the bed, but Lizzy grabbed his arm and stopped him.

"Wait, I want to make you feel good first," she said. "It's the least I can do for the man who helped bring me into the world. Let me show you what I'm capable of..."

Her fingers moved quickly over his chest, as if she were trying to get his clothes off fast - which she was. She pulled his shirt off, then knelt in front of him, and began unbuckling his belt. She undid the button and zipper, pulling down his pants, then his boxers. When his cock sprang free, she bent forward and took it into her mouth.

John gasped. He was surprised that she was so eager. He hadn't expected this kind of performance from her.

She began bobbing her head, sucking furiously on John's shaft.

"Oh my god!" John moaned, and reached down to grab her hair. He slowly thrust his dick in and out of her mouth, enjoying her attentiveness. Lizzy was a natural cocksucker.

John was stunned that someone like her would want to suck his cock. He'd always been a little curious about other women, but had never had the courage to actually try. But as she sucked like a pro, more and more memories rose to his conscious awareness. Moving behind his wife's back, enjoying the passion and romance of a new, naive lover. The adoration. The caring. The trust.

And then, he remembered where he knew her from.

"Lizzy," he gasped, "you're not just my mistress, you're my new partner!"

She stopped sucking, and looked up at him. She was confused. She had assumed he had been playing around, but had he really forgotten her?

"Did you really forget your divorce?" she giggled. "And people say I'm an airhead."

John could remember the shame of moving around in the shadows, but he was happy it was behind him. How could he ever forget his soulmate, the true love of his life!

"Now where were we?" he said, grabbing her head and guiding it back to his cock. Lizzy began sucking again.

"I was just getting to the good part," she moaned, and began stroking John's cock with her hand.

John groaned quietly. This was better than anything he could imagine. He began thrusting his hips, fucking her mouth. She continued sucking, slurping loudly and rhythmically.

"Fuck yes," John grunted, "that's it!"

He came, shooting cum into her mouth, watching her swallow it all. As soon as he finished, he pulled his cock out, and she leaned forward, kissing him.

"That was great, Lizzy," John smiled, "but let's save the rest for later. I still have a lot of work to do tonight."

"Of course," Lizzy replied. "I understand. Shall we go back to our place?"

John nodded. He didn't know why he had fucked Lizzy at Jade's place in any case.

The two of them slipped their clothes on, and crept out of the house. Thankfully, they didn't run into Jade or Mark, who would have instantly guessed what the two of them had been up to.

* * *

Mark emerged two hours later, having fixed the device. He had even put it into debug mode, so that more fine-grained options would be available. He was going to need that to put everything right again. Mark walked through the main house, and found it surprisingly empty, but eventually he found Jade in her office.

"Hi, Ja-, uh, mom!" he said. "Where is dad?"

"You know, I don't know where your father is off to. I noticed his car being gone half an hour ago, but he didn't say where he was going, and he hasn't responded to my messages."

Oh no. Mark had taken too long, and now his dad and his real mom were no where to be found. Now he would have to find them.

But first...

Mark would have to fix Jade. He hadn't intended for her to be wrapped up in all of this. He needed to undo the changes he had made to her. At least he would be able to bring her back to her original state.

Mark pointed the device at Jade, and was about to press the button when she snatched the device out of his hands.

"You shouldn't be fooling around with a toy like this, Mark," Jade said, putting her hands on her hips. "No playing with your game consoles or electronics until your grades are back to where they should be. Undestood?"

"But, mom!" he said. "You don't-"

"Ah, ah, ah!" Jade said. "I don't want to hear it. I can't believe you failed one of your classes. I didn't raise you like that. I expect you to study over break, and come back even stronger than before!"

Mark's eyes widened. He needed to get back the device, but for now he couldn't say no to Jade. He hung his head, and walked back to his room. Jade followed him, and grabbed anything that looked even a little bit fun.

"You'll have all of this back when you're done studying," she said, matter-of-factly.

Mark couldn't believe this was happening. Jade wasn't even his real mom, and yet she was grounding him all the same!

While Mark started pouring over his textbooks, Jade started looking at the strange device she had confiscated.

"'Point device and choose age or memory manipulation option,'" she read aloud. "What could that mean?"