You remember that you have school, then cancel it and have some fun!

You remember that you still need to get to school. And then, another thought: You have untold power and your every whim can become reality! Cancel school. You and anyone else you want never have to go to school, and there will be no consequences. You've read enough stories about genie wishes going bad to throw in that last part.

Your nubile nymphet grants your wish. Looking down at her, lying on your bed, your cock jumps right back to attention. You leap onto the bed, shove your cock up her delicious cunt, eliciting a cry of pleasure from her, and, if you don't count several position changes, don't stop fucking her until you both fall asleep from exhaustion.

...

You awake sometime in the afternoon. Amina is still there, proving that she wasn't just a dream. You're glad. She's looking at you with a gentle smile.

"You're different from any of my other masters..." she says.

"Does that make me special?" you ask, smiling back.

You hear the door opening. "Riley? Could you help me with the groceries, dear?"

It's your mom. You obediently get up and go to help her with the load, not noticing either you nudity or that Amina is following after you.

"Thanks, hon... What the Hell!? Who's this? What have you been doing!?" she demands, noticing your nudity and Amina almost instantly.

"Hello, I'm Amina." Amina introduces herself politely, as your mother stands there for a second, holding the groceries, dumbstruck.

"Uh, yeah, remember, uh, my sexslave, uh, right?" you add with a mental wish.

"Oh yes, Amina," she says, suddenly calming down. "I hope you're settled in. I know that it can sometimes be hard for a girl, for the first few days, being a sexslave. I see he's been fucking you a lot," a glance at Amina's obviously well used cunt, "but have you unpacked yet?" she asked, as if it were perfectly normal for a highschooler to have a gorgeous girl as a fuck toy.

"Uh, yeah, she has," you speak first, making a mental wish to add her wardrobe (of course, all sexy clothing) to your room. You then make another mental wish to expand your room, so there will be enough space. "So, what's for lunch, mom?"

"You're old enough to be making your own lunches these days, mister," she says with a mocking arc glare, putting her hands on her hips.

"So, what's for lunch, mom?" Mental wish.

"I'll pull out the salad from last night. I have to go to work, so I don't have time to make anything up." Mental Wish.

"Well, I can make you two some nice turkey sandwiches." Mental wish.

"How about a nice bowl of ramen? I know you love Japanese cuisine." She turned around, getting to work. You smile. Your mom hates Japanese food, and had no idea how to make any before.

...

Shortly after, you and Amina have finished lunch.

You notice that your mom never left for work. When you ask her about it, she responds "Why would I go to work?"

"Um, how do we pay the bills then?" you ask.

"Bills? What are bills?" responded your mom, looking puzzled.

"How did you get this food," you ask, trying a different tack.

"Silly boy. How old are you? I've taken you shopping with me before. You just go in, get what you want, and leave. It's not that complicated," she said, turning back to her dish washing.

Your mind reels. By wishing for your mom to stay and make you lunch, you have apparently made it so that, not only does she not work, but she doesn't even understand the concept of money or payment. She just goes in to a store and takes what she wants, and no one seems to mind. You wonder what else you can do now.