The rock twists her wish

While the piece of paper did accurately describe the rock as being capable at fulfilling wishes it did not include another, much more important piece of information… that this wishing rock had a mind of its own… that no matter what you wish for, it would have the deciding say on the exact interpretation…

So Elizabeth stood in her kitchen looking down at the inconspicuous rock and completely oblivious to how reckless she was being by even speaking while holding it.

“I wish my son was a little more attentive to his mother.”

Elizabeth chuffed as she dropped the object back into its container. Whatever had possessed her to play into what was clearly some kind of prank? She must be getting **** if she was trying to use drab inanimate objects to solve her familial problems!

Jeremy was by no means a horrible son, just… a little lazy. She thought he spent too much time sitting while staring at some screen. Hardly a useful way to spend one’s youth! She could only sigh as she remembered her own younger years, the times she and friends had been up to such revelrous and reckless fun. They’d actually explored places that weren’t stored on a hard drive and done things that even now caused a stirring of wonder and excitement in her chest.

Not anymore however.

“Oh, sorry mom.” Jeremy said as he accidentally lost his position.

“It’s fine sweetie, I got distracted is all” she said as she looked down between the swell of her breasts to the boy trying to get back into place with his lips against her slippery wet folds. He dove in again, causing a hum of motherly approval to run through Elizabeth’s throat as she felt her son’s lips and tongue move in synchronous motions against her quivering pussy.

She stood with her softly billowing ass against the counter, her tight pants and panties pulled down just enough so Jeremy could do this one thing that they both so loved.

She felt mildly guilty now, realizing she’d just said something that might hurt her son’s feelings. She’d just been so distracted by how odd of a delivery it was. No address listed, a curious box and the note inside with nothing but a rather characterless rock.

“I’m sorry for moving around on you like that… and mf… I was only joking. I don’t know of any other son who is so attentive.” she said in that mixed tone of acceptance and love that is so essential to the mother “figure”. She ran her hand through his soft brown hair, noticing that the affection only seemed to push his lips and tongue to move more adroitly against and into the lips he’d originally come from.

“You’re my very good boy. You got that?” she spoke quietly, rubbing her fingers across his cheek as wet slurping came from his eager lips. He tilted his head back, his tongue exiting his mother’s folds with residual strings of feminine fluids dripping down his chin. He smiled up at her with a dopey grin as if almost intoxicated with the abundant affection being piled on him from the elder woman.

“Yeah, I know, love you too ma” he said before leaning back in, shivering slightly as the wave of heat hit his cheeks before his tongue moved forwards to lick and swerve deep into the molten slit.

“mmmMhm…. VERY good boy!” she groaned deeply.

Still, while he was attentive, Elizabeth wouldn't call him "the perfect son" exactly. Sure he’d give his mother a blowjob several times a day, but the rest of the time was so wasted! What she would do to make sure he was more invested in the real world! If it were up to her, she would like to see her little boy to grow up being a strong leader, not so bent on his own progress that he forgot about his dear old ma, just enough that he could secure a family of his own and make sure that she had grandkids to dote on!

Then she remembered the rock.

It hadn’t done anything… obviously!

She chuckled.

She glanced over at it sitting in it’s box, then down to her son still so greedily trying to reach her womb with his tongue.

Except… had it done something?

Did Jeremy seem just a bit more… enthusiastic? Sure, Jeremy loved giving his mother a sloppy blowjob, but… the more she looked down at her son, felt his almost **** motions starting to drive her towards climax…

Maybe she’d just try another quick little wish out… yeah?

She picked up the rock again, holding it against her heavily rising chest.

“I wish…”