Afternoon lazing around

The afternoon had been spent with you watching from the balcony as your boyfriend/mom had decided after a quick nap to go downstairs and catch some sun on the pool deck. It had been a bit of an eyebrow raiser to see him slip on a blue bikini and wrap, topping it off with a floppy hat and glasses, but as you sat on the chair and watched, you had to admit that the outfit did look rather good on him. Or was it her? The room had done its magic and had replaced all pictures and trace of your mom with her replacement downstairs. No one at the resort, looking at her, would doubt that this was a woman in her late thirties from all appearances.

There was something else that was odd about the scene below. Namely, your mom was laughing and talking with someone else, a man around her new age (perhaps maybe a year or two older, given the slight graying around the temples). Despite being a woman all of a few hours, your boyfriend slipped into the role perfectly and, as you noticed, she was more than just being polite in her chat. There were a few moments when she would twirl her hair, flash a smile, or the occasional touching of his shoulder, all things that girls naturally did to show some level of interest in their partner, and the man was definitely picking up on the cues. You had to give him props, most men would not be as conscious, including the numbskull downstairs.

After a few more minutes of watching the two of them eye-fucking each other, you decided to turn back and head inside. There was some information on the room that you picked up, namely that you were concerned just how on earth was it doing anything that had happened. By the time your mom came back to the room a few hours later, you were sure of two things: First, your new mom was kind of a harlot (you would've chosen a more appropriate word but it just wasn't fair since the room did this...or so you tried to **** yourself to admit). The second?

You had made the wish today. Your boyfriend would have the chance to make it tomorrow.