More help for at home

Thinking on it, really delving into who Jeremy was as a person, what one thing could be called the cause of his lack of focus? He was nice, loving even! Always so happy to lick his mom’s pussy to help her relax. He was a bit lax when it came to chores, but he helped!… on occasion… more than some.

She visibly cringed.

Okay he could use some help there, but over all he was a good boy, just as she’d said!

So maybe that was a good start, if this rock could subtly influence people, like she was growing more certain of with her last wish, then she should try and help her son be better about helping out around the house. Surely after that he’d see the usefulness of being active in the real world!

“I wish Jeremy would help out with the household chores more often” she said just quietly enough so the boy sucking at her lower lips couldn’t hear over his own noisy ministrations.

A shaky moan exited her lips as she felt his lips move with greater vigour. Her head rolled back and she reached out to hold onto anything as climax neared. A gush of fluids entered Jeremy’s mouth all at once as he felt her pussy clamp down on his extended muscle. He happily drank it, savoring the deliciously familiar flavor with his hands holding onto her round thighs as she shook and moaned her release. He held her up through it all like the loving son he was, happy to continue to slide and slurp through her folds as her grip abated on his tongue, all the while her hand rested on his head from her initial attempt to remain standing.

Gasping, she finally relaxed, sweaty and barely standing if not for her son’s continued presence between her legs with his hands devoutly holding her hefty thighs.

“Thanks sweetie, mommy really needed that.” Elizabeth said between gasps as she finally stood on shaky knees.

Jeremy, ever the devoted son, moved back, nodding happily as he did while staying lowered on the ground and almost prostrate before his progenitor. Jeremy wore his usual, revealing attire, with the short-short skirt that couldn’t hide the bottom swell of his bouncy butt even when standing, nor the cute top that left much of his midriff bare as well as emphasizing his chest, or, what little breast tissue he did have.

“I-is there anything else that mommy wants?” he asked in that cute, quiet voice of his.

It took Elizabeth a moment to remember, still mentally spinning after being gutted so well by her son with that amazing tongue of his. As she did remember, she wondered if it would actually work, questioning her own interpretation of the first time she’d used the rock.

She turned her attention down to her submissively kneeling boy.

“Actually, there was something sweetie. Mommy wanted to know if you would go upstairs and clean your room?” she said, half expecting him to make some excuse or other.

He seemed somewhat confused for a moment as he stared down by Elizabeth’s feet before he quickly suppressed the emotion visible there.

“If you want mommy, I can do that but it should still be really clean from when I cleaned it a couple of hours ago.”

“Oh?” Elizabeth said with rising interest. Had it actually worked so well?

It only took a few more questions towards her subservient boy to find out that she now had an extremely clean son on her hands. In fact the wish had worked so well that Jeremy did almost all of the chores now, just leaving the tasks that Elizabeth actually enjoyed for her to do. All while still taking the time to still give his dearest mother a sensually enjoyable blowjob several times a day!

What an exciting turn of events!

Jeremy had always been a fairly subservient character, happy to let others have the limelight while he sits back and acts cute. The only issue there being a majority of that time spent in the background had been stuck to a screen, a condition of which this last wish had apparently removed from him.

“Um… if you’re happy mommy, can I have the uh… thing so I can go and tidy the bathroom?” he spoke in the cute voice that always caused a stir of motherly affection for Elizabeth. His finger pointed towards the counter next to Elizabeth even as his head remained mostly bowed.

She glanced over, recognizing her son’s buttplug immediately.

“Of course Sweetie! Have fun!” she said as she returned her son’s anal plug. She noted with some pride that it looked just a bit larger than the last time she’d seen it free from her slightly effeminate son’s rectum. Just a flash of concentration passed over his cute face before he had it in. He stood with a small happy glance towards his mom before he walked off, that short skirt of his just barely showing the back end of his black plug sticking out between his rounded rear while his dick could be seen swaying into view on occasion between those jiggly thighs.

Elizabeth stared after for a moment longer, lost in the moment, feeling truly hopeful for the first time in a long time.

Eventually she remembered that she was just standing there in the kitchen with her pants nearly down to her knees. She fought for a quick second to get the tight denim up past her birthing hips before returning to the present… to seeing the rock now resting on the counter and thinking of what other things about herself, her family and about the world in general... things that weren't quite up to her standards.

She reached for it.