Son of a Djinn

You never knew your father. Your mother had a lot of boyfriends come and go throughout the years, but you were the special someone for whom she saved her love and wishes.

Your mom is a Djinn, a being of immense cosmic power who could grant your every wish and fulfill your every desire. You grew up having anything you wanted just given to you because you asked.

"Happy birthday sweetheart." Says your mom as she brings out your birthday cake with the big 18 for candles. Your mom is dressed how she always does. Harem pants, a silk bra, and her jewelry. "Make a wish and blow out the candles."

Your mom is used to you wishing for a new bicycle or to go to Disney World and not have to wait on any lines. This year, you wish for a sex slave. Not just any sex slave, you think of your favorite woman and imagine having her on a short leash before you blow out the candles.

The candles go out. Their smoke forms into the shape of a woman, the woman you imagined. She is here. She is yours.