Dinner

"Dinner's ready!"

Max had only just made it to his bedroom when he heard his mom sing out. His stomach rumbled. In all the excitement he hadn't realized how hungry he was. Further exploration of his member would have to wait.

On his way to the living room Max noticed there was something different about the house. There were no marks or scratches on the walls and the hardwood floors were immaculate. In the living room, the table was overflowing with a buffet of incredible food - steak, roast chicken, potato, a range of salads and fruit.

"Divine isn't it?" Sherrie beamed proudly. "Sit, sit sit."

Max sat in his usual spot and the rest of the family arrived piecemeal and took their respective places at the table. Each of them offered fragments of inane conversation, seemingly oblivious to the uncharacteristically abundant banquet and miraculous alterations of their surrounds. Andy seemed even more off with the fairies than usual.

"So Mom, have you done something different with... different?" Max trailed off, unable to find the right words.

Sherrie glanced at him knowingly. "No I don't think so. What do you mean?"

"I dunno, I thought this sauce tasted different than usual," Max played it off.

"Tastes the same to me," Kevin piped up.

The question on Max's mind was, if his mom did all this with the ring, why was he the only one to notice? What was she up to? Max stole glances at her youthful form while everyone ate. Her boobs looked fantastic, sitting perfectly in a much lower cut top than she would normally wear. Max's cock stirred as he imagined the things he might inadvertently do if he still had the ring right now.

"Max can you help me in the kitchen for a moment?" Sherrie said casually.

Crap. He'd been caught staring. "Uh sure."