How else can he sweeten the deal of life?

Tapping the eraser on the notebooks page, ideas swam in your mind like schools of fish in the ocean. In about fifty words you'd totally upended your whole life, from physically changing your sister, then created a secret incestuous conspiracy between the women in your family to sleep with you. Leading to a near 180 shift in attitude from Ashley from uptight to gunning for your cock.

Flip back to the first page and its quote.

'With this notebook comes the ability to make whatever you desire a reality.'

God that was just so vague, so open and so hideously powerful.

Sucking in a shuttering breath at the palpable sense of power those simple words meanings held washed over you, energizing you. Your still sensitive cock twitched in your lap underneath the table. 'Whatever you desire', power, wealth and fame were practically followed those three words as if mandatory.

But those were simple and obvious, but if you could change the body and mind. Could you impose something else or beyond the sexual?

'There is a one hundred dollar bill in my left pocket' You wrote down, then reaching down you cracked a smile as out from your left pocket was good old Benjamin looking at you. Scratching your cheek wearing an incorrigible smile, you had to think the founding father with his womanizing streak might be looking on with approval at some of the thoughts that swirled in your head.

If you could make a dollar bill, then could change more than people. Or making something impossible? The wardrobe from Narnia popped into your mind, could you make your closet a portal to a fictional world, better yet one that could go to any world? Rather than go to those worlds, why not bring only what you want from them into your life?

Leading to your next question: How big could these changes be?

Instantly you knew the easiest and biggest change you could make. 'The sky is red.' looking out the window you almost paled at the crimson heavens looming ominously above as if an omen of ill tidings.

Nope, no thank you.

Frantically you erased that line as living under a sky more fitting for a horror movie for more than a few moments didn't appeal to you. You breathed a sigh of relief as the calm blue sky returned.

But that settled that you had a massive scale on the sort of changes you could make. Your mouth felt parched as you were paralyzed by the sheer amount of choices, who knew that then faced with the option of 'anything' it could be hard to chose.

"It's amazing how something so simple can change her entire attitude. I'm sure it'll do her good to spend more time with you." Your mom chimes in as she's moved beside you, leaning in with one hand on your back the other she runs up your inner-thigh to cup your pre and cum coated earning a self-satisfied hum as she went in for a kiss.

"She was a very good sister I see." She hotly breathed before diving into the kiss.

A very unmaternal kiss, your mother pressed her lips hungrily on yours in a burst of surprise at her aggression. Down between your legs her fingers massaging your balls giving each of your nuts individual attention as back above her soft lips attacked yours in repeated sensual assaults you met with eager counters meeting her half way, lust lancing through you sending blood back to your groin.

Giggling bubbled up from your mother buzzing on your lips from your stiffening rod slowly rising drawing a warm line of pre up her forearm. Your make out session has well past any reasonable doubt of intent, your mother adds to the destruction as she firmly grasps your cocks in her hand slowly pumping your wet length until your dick is standing up raring to go.

Only for your mother to pull away looking as pleased as can be as you chase after her lips for a brief moment as she escapes.

"A happy birthday kiss for mommy's very special boy." She purred, quickly gathering all the plates your mother walks to the sink with a inviting sway to her motherly hips. Reaching the sink she bent over more than she'd have any reason, or rather so her dress would cling to her backside showing off their heart-shaped outline.

"Thanks mom." Stunned and giddy with power you gave her a warm thanks.

Wiggling her ass towards you, your mother grabbed either side of her dress leisurely hiking up the skirt for your viewing pleasure as more of her bare skin was exposed bit by bit like a rising curtain as she shows off her lacy underwear and still firm buns. The back of your mind questions if the choice of underwear was what she had before, or if it'd changed from what you'd written down.

"We'll be all by ourselves for a while honey, before anyone else like your father comes down." Your mother 'idly' airs her thought aloud with a sultry tone, shifting from foot to foot making her unspoken invitation clear in the motion of her butt.

You'd describe your mother as pretty and certainly attractive, but her hourglass figure wasn't like a supermodel's and little imperfections. But you could improve that couldn't you?

No seven out of ten mother, but an eleven or twelve out of ten incestuous mother lusting after her own son or even make her one of the characters you've lusted after.

Your cock throbbed eager to be plunge into the taboo pussy of your mother no matter what her looks, a bit of you wondered if you might want to take it slower to savor the fruits of **** conspiracy and the last bit was cackling at the unlimited power in your possession chopping at the bit to make use of it instead.