The genie looked at me and spoke, "And what, master, after all of these riches, will be your final wish?"
"That was so easy. I thought genies were tricky." He winked at me. I thought for a moment. "My wife died many years ago —"
"I cannot return people from the dead."
"Yes, but even though my son is already out of the house and in college, I still think it is wrong for him not to have a mother figure in his life."
"Is this your wish?"
"Yes. This is my wish. In the image of his mother"
And in a puff the genie was gone. I was shocked at such a quick disappearance. I went to look for the lamp at my feet but then noticed. . . I turned, to see a face I hadn't seen in ten years.
I was too mezmerized to be panicked.
These breasts. I haven't seen them in years. To feel them in this way filled me with wonder — the straps of her bra holding them in place over my shoulders. What had the genie done?
I could already feel a wetness between my thighs.
I knew.
My blouse and skirt would have to be coming off. I had to see what the genie had done to me.
This bra was so nice, fitting of my newly won wealth — and just my taste.
Mother figure.
What did it mean? Surely I wouldn't be staying this way.
I looked to the bathroom counter. My shaving kit was gone. In it's place sat a curling iron.
This was all the confirmation I would need.
"Oh fuck, what I have I done."
I winced at the way my thong strung between my ass cheeks — for only a moment. Suddenly I remembered I was used to this feeling. But. . . how?
Mommy needs a bath before she goes for an evening shopping trip to the mall.
Yes. . . yes, I was going to do that. I do need a bath.
There's no use in putting off what needs to be done.
Fuck. This seems so normal to me.
And, yet. . . it's so new. . .
That's right.
I'm a mommy now.
A fucking mommy. This is my wife's pussy all right. But why does it feel like it's always been mine?
Why does it feel so neglected?
And these tits too?
That's right. Mommy's back for you. Mommy is going to make everything okay for her body.
Fuck, I never knew my wife felt this good.
Even as I touch myself I realize how much more wonderful I could have made her feel. It's all so clear now.
Oh fuck, but I know I should probably find some way back to normal, shouldn't I? Or is it okay to play?
What should I do?