Porn Logic - Granted

Jim had been sitting, bored, on his bed when the wish slipped from his lips.

"I wish the real world worked on Porn Logic."

It hadn't come out of nowhere. Balanced on Jim's knees was his laptop, in his left hand his erect penis. Jim was enjoying a scene, volume muted, of a sexy school teacher being plowed by her truant student. Both parents and his older sister were home, which motivated the muted viewing, but didn't deter his self-indulgence. After all, Jim had sprung for that lock on his door, so he wanted to get his money's worth.

There was no bright flash of light, no shimmering effect, no loud clap in the heavens when Jim's wish was granted. In fact, had it not been for the events that occurred a few moments later, he would have never guessed that it had.

"Jim?" his father's voice called from outside the room, "What are you doing in there?"

"Errr, nothing, dad!" Jim sputtered, sitting as still as he could, feeling like he should quickly get dressed, but at the same time not wanting to give away by his movement that he was naked.

"Nothing, eh? It doesn't sound like nothing," Jim's dad said sternly. To Jim's surprise, the door to his bedroom opened easily. Had he forgotten to to lock the door?!

"Aw, come on, Jim!" his dad said, "You're masturbating? I thought we'd talked about this!"

Jim could recall no such conversation, but went along with it, "I know, dad. I'll stop, I promise." He quickly shut the lid to his laptop and pulled it up over his erect penis, trying to give himself some coverage.

"You're darn tootin' you'll stop!" his dad agreed, "Martha! Get in here! Jim needs some help again!"

There were hurried steps down the hall, then Jim's mother, Martha, was in the doorway. Only this wasn't the Martha that Jim remembered. Sure, she looked like his mother, had his mother been fifteen years younger, in better shape, with double-d breasts, and wearing lingerie.

"Jimmie," his new mother cooed through puffy red lips, "Don't be mean. If you're hurtin' for some lovin', that's what I'm here for!" She swayed into the room like smoke across glass, eyes locked on Jim's, utterly ignoring Jim's father.

"Thank-you Martha," his father said sternly, "I will not stand for deviance in my household. If you need to get yourself off, do it the proper way, don't be a filthy pervert."

Then he left, closing the door behind him, leaving Jim alone with a woman who he was afraid might just be his mother!