How did Trey Get his Powers?

Trey Ellis was a 23 year old young man, and if you had to describe his life in one word, it would probably be 'meh'. He wasn't ugly, exactly, but he wasn't handsome either. He was just... a guy. Thin, to the point where his t-shirts kind of hung off his shoulders, with a face that was easy to forget. He had brown hair that never did what he wanted it to and a pair of glasses he was constantly pushing back up his nose. He still lived at home with his parents, which was about as fun as it sounded. Most of his days went by playing video games, scrolling through Instagram looking at girls who would never look at him twice, and trying to find a job.

The one thing Trey had going for him was a secret nobody knew. Underneath his baggy jeans, he was packing an absolute monster. A thick, eight-inch black cock that seemed like it belonged to a different person entirely. It was a cruel joke from the universe, really. All that cock, and never got a chance to use it.

Tonight was just another Tuesday. After playing video games till 3PM, Trey got bored, and went outside to take a walk. He was just walking around, not really going anywhere, kicking at a loose rock on the sidewalk, walking around the neighborhood aimlessly, when something shiny caught his eye.

Lying on the grass on the lawn of one of the houses was a gold chain. It wasn't super flashy, just a simple, thin necklace, but it was gleaming under the streetlights like it was brand new. He looked around. Nobody was nearby. His first thought was that he could probably pawn it for a few bucks. He bent down and picked it up. It felt heavier than it looked, cool against his skin. As he was looking it over, he saw a small, cardboard tag attached to the clasp, like a price tag from a jewelry store. Three words were written on it: Grants any wish.

"Yeah, fucking right," he muttered to himself. It was probably some dumb gimmick, or maybe someone believed it and got scammed, and threw it away. A total piece of junk. Still, the chain itself looked pretty nice. He decided to try it on. He looked at his faint reflection in a dark car window. It didn't look half bad, actually.

He walked the rest of the way home feeling like a total idiot, but he kept the necklace on. When he got back to his room, he locked the door behind him and flopped onto his bed. The house was quiet. His dad was still at work, his mom was probably watching TV downstairs. He looked at the chain again, inspecting the cool metal. "What a load of bullshit," he thought. But still... what if?

"Okay, magic necklace," he said to the empty room, feeling stupid. "I wish I had five hundred dollars."

He waited. He looked around his messy room, expecting a pile of cash to just pop into existence on his desk. Nothing. He checked his pockets. Empty, except for his phone and a crumpled receipt. He waited another minute, just in case there was a delay. Still nothing.

"Knew it," he sighed, feeling disappointment and stupid for even trying. He thought about taking it off, but decided against it. He liked the look of it. He usually never gets to have nice things, so getting a necklace like this was nice for a change.

He spent the next couple of hours doing his usual thing – watching YouTube videos and losing a few rounds of Call of Duty. Eventually, the day passed by.. He didn't bother to change out of his clothes, just kicked off his shoes, turned off his lamp, and rolled over and went to sleep.

As morning came, Trey heard a sharp, annoying knocking on his bedroom door.

"Trey! Get up! It's almost ten o'clock!" It was his mom Keisha’s voice, “Get up! You can't just sleep your life away!" This was usual. This was how he woke up every morning. His mom yells at him every morning to get up, annoyed at her lazy jobless son.

His mom Keisha is a 50 year old woman, but she didn't look a day over 30. She was by no means a mother who spoils her son, with whatever she wants. For her, neither would that feel right, nor would they be able to afford such a lifestyle in the first place. Although she loved her son Ellis, she was annoyed at how he was a lazy guy, playing video games all day, or out with friends, and still unemployed, with no aim in life. She tries her best to set him straight, like how she forces him to get up early in the morning, but it seems to be of no use so far.

Trey groaned and buried his face in his pillow. His mom yanked the curtains open, letting in the harsh morning light right into his eyes. He felt like he'd only been asleep for five minutes. He was exhausted, and the last thing he wanted to do was get up and listen to another lecture.

"Five more minutes," he mumbled into the pillow.

"No, not five more minutes! Now, Trey!" the voice from behind the door insisted.

Trey rolled over, his eyes still screwed shut. He was so tired, so annoyed. Without even thinking, he just said quietly, what was on his mind. "I wish you would just leave me alone."

He expected the door to swing open, for his mom to come marching in and pull the covers off him like she usually did. But instead, there was sudden silence. The yelling stopped. A few seconds passed. Then, her voice came through the door again, but it was completely different. It was soft. Gentle.

"Oh. I'm sorry, son, I shouldn’t have yelled at you." she said. "Sleep for as long as you want" she said as she got out of the room, closing the door gently on her way out.

“What the fuck?” Trey's eyes opened. He lay there, staring at the door, trying to process what he just heard. His mom had just apologized for trying to wake him up. That had never happened before. Ever. It was so weird he thought for a second that he might still be dreaming. But the sleepiness was too strong. He shrugged it off. Maybe she was just in a weird mood. He rolled back over, and went back to sleep.

When he woke up next, the light in his room was way brighter. He checked his phone. 1:32 PM. Holy shit! He'd actually slept in. He sat up, thinking about that weird conversation with his mom earlier that morning. Did that really happen?

He got out of bed and took a quick shower and got ready before heading for the kitchen. He was still confused about his encounter in the morning, but maybe it was just another one of her mood swings. He could smell something cooking, and he found his mom standing at the stove, stirring something in a pan. His dad was at work, so it was just the two of them. He peeked over her shoulder to see what was for lunch. It was some kind of brown rice with a bunch of green stuff mixed in. Broccoli, he thought. He made a face. He hated that healthy shit.

"Mom, I don't like this," he complained, his voice still rough with sleep. "Can't we just order some takeout?"

“Of course not! You will have what I am making, it’s healthy. Besides, money doesn’t grow on trees, we can't be wasting money for takeouts everyday.”

“Ugh, I just wish we could eat something that tastes good.” he said.

He was fully expecting her to turn around and give him a speech about eating right and not wasting money. But instead, she just stopped stirring. She turned off the stove, picked up the pan, and walked over to the trash can.

"You know what? You are right," she said, and scraped the entire contents of the pan into the garbage.

Trey just stared, his mouth hanging open a little. She had just spent who knows how long cooking that, and she just threw it all away without a second thought because he said he didn't want it. This was getting seriously weird. First, she lets him sleep in and apologizes, and now this. It was like she was a totally different person. Is this some sort of reverse psychology or some shit?

That's when he remembered the necklace. His hand instinctively went to his chest, his fingers closing around the cool metal chain. He thought about the stupid tag. "Grants any wish." No way. It couldn't be. That was insane. But what else could explain his mom's bizarre behavior? Maybe it needed time to activate, or something? To connect with him?

He had to try it again. He had to be sure. He leaned against the kitchen counter while his mom pulled out her phone and started scrolling through a food delivery app.

"I wish I had 500 dollars," he said, trying to make it sound casual, like he was just talking to himself.

His mom didn't even look up from her phone. "Oh, by the way!" she said, like she'd just remembered something. "Your father left this for you on the counter before he went to work." She pointed with her thumb towards the little bowl where they kept keys and loose mail. Sitting right on top of a stack of envelopes was a neat pile of cash, held together with a paperclip.

Trey walked over and picked it up. He counted it. Five crisp one-hundred-dollar bills. Five hundred dollars, exactly. His mind was racing. Okay, this was way too much to be a coincidence. But still, there was a small part of his brain trying to be logical. He did ask his dad for money a week ago to buy a new PS5, and his dad had said no. They weren't exactly rolling in cash. But maybe he'd changed his mind? It wasn't impossible, just really, really unlikely.

He needed one final test. Something that could not, under any circumstances, be explained away by coincidence. A wish so insane that if it came true, he would know for sure. Being a horny 23-year-old guy, the first thing that popped into his head was obvious.

He closed his eyes for a second, focusing all his energy. With deep concentration, he thought about his wish, "I wish someone would give me a blowjob right now."

He opened his eyes. Nothing happened. His mom was still tapping away at her phone, asking if he wanted sweet and sour chicken. The world hadn't changed. No beautiful woman had magically appeared in the kitchen kneeling between his knees. He felt a wave of disappointment wash over him, followed by a hot flush of embarrassment for even believing it for a second. Of course it wasn't a magic necklace. What was he, five years old? His mom was just having a weird day, and his dad must have felt guilty and left him the money. That had to be it.

"Yeah, whatever," he mumbled to his mom, taking the cash. "I'm going back to my room."

He walked back down the hall, feeling like a complete idiot. He walked into his room and closed the door, jumping face-down on his bed. He pulled out his phone, ready to just scroll through Instagram and forget this whole crazy morning ever happened.

He lay there on his bed, scrolling. He felt so stupid. It was all a bunch of crazy coincidences. His mom was having an off day, that's all. And the money was just his dad finally caving. There was no magic.

But then, a thought started to form in the back of his mind, nagging at him. He thought back through the events of the day. When he was tired and wanted his mom to go away, he had mumbled, "I wish you would just leave me alone." He had said it. In the kitchen, when he was complaining about the healthy food, he had said, "Ugh, I just wish we could eat something that tastes good." He had said that one, too. And when he tested the necklace with the money, he had clearly said, "I wish I had 500 dollars."

The one wish that didn't work, the blowjob, was the only one he had kept in his head. He thought about it, but he didn’t say it.

Could it be that simple? Did he have to say his wishes out loud for them to work? It sounded like something out of a cheesy fantasy movie, but it was the only theory that fit all the facts. His heart started to beat a little faster. He had to try one last time. It had to be the final, undeniable proof. If this doesn’t work, he was gonna throw away the chain, and forget about it for good.

He sat up on his bed, his palms feeling a little sweaty. He took a deep breath. He looked at his closed bedroom door and spoke out, his voice shaky but loud.

"I wish someone would give me a blowjob."

He waited silently, trying to listen for any sound. A second passed. Then five. Then ten. Nothing. A familiar wave of disappointment started to wash over him. So much for that theory. He was about to take off the chain, but then he heard it. Faint footsteps in the hallway, heading towards his room.

His breath caught in his throat. The doorknob turned slowly, and the door opened.

"Who could it be?" he wondered.

"I ordered takeout like you asked, Trey, bought from that Chinese place you like," his mom, Keisha, said as she walked in. “Oh… thanks” Trey said, disappointed since he was expecting maybe a random hot slutty chick running to suck his cock. Keisha was holding her phone in one hand, the app glowing, as she spoke to Trey. She turned it off, but she didn't leave. Instead, she turned and pushed his door shut. She turned back to him, and the normal, everyday look on her face was gone. In its place was a slow, knowing smile. It was still his mom, but the way she was looking at him gave him a weird feeling in his stomach. "What is happening?"

"You know, Trey," she said, her voice low and seductive like he'd never heard before. She started walking towards him, her hips swaying gently. "I was just thinking. I've spent so many years being your mother. Cooking, cleaning, yelling at you to get up..." She chuckled softly. "I think I've been neglecting the more important parts of our relationship."

Trey's mouth went dry. He couldn't speak. He just watched as she came to a stop right in front of him. "What... what are you talking about?" he managed to stammer out.

"You're a man now, Trey. My handsome young man," she continued, her eyes roaming over his body like she was seeing him for the first time. "And I'm still a woman. A mother's job is to take care of her son's needs. All of his needs."

Her hand came up and gently cupped his cheek, her thumb stroking his skin. Trey felt a jolt go through him. This was insane. This was his mom. But as he looked into her eyes, he saw nothing but genuine, smoldering desire. This wasn't a trick. She wanted this. And a thick, heavy bulge was starting to form in his pants.

Was this the magic of the chain? Was this his wish coming true? He definitely didn’t expect the woman he wished for to be his mom! Not that he was complaining though, her curvy body didn’t go unnoticed by him, he did feel she was attractive for her age, but he had never thought beyond that. Until now.

"Mom..." he whispered, a mix of shock and roaring arousal.

"Shhh," she said softly. Her smile widened as her eyes drifted down to his lap. "Let your mother take good care of you."

Before he could even process what was happening, she sank to her knees on the carpet in front of him. She looked up at him, her expression a mixture of motherly love and raw lust. With confident, practiced hands, she unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his zipper. A moment later, his huge cock sprang free, hard as a rock, probably for the first time by someone else’s hands.

Keisha let out a little gasp of genuine appreciation. "Oh, honey. You've been hiding this from me," she breathed, her eyes wide. She leaned forward, her warm breath ghosting over the head of his dick before her mouth closed over him.

Trey's head fell back. A strangled groan escaped his lips. The sensation was electric, overwhelming his senses. The sight of his own mother, her familiar hairstyle, her head bobbing between his legs, was the most fucked up and hottest thing he had ever experienced. Not to mention it's his first time having sex ever. She wasn't an expert, but she was impossibly eager, sucking and licking at him like she had been waiting for ages for this. He tangled his hands in her hair, gripping it tightly, and she just moaned into his cock, taking it as encouragement.

He was close, way too close. He pulled back just before he was about to blow. She looked up at him, her lips wet and shiny, a string of his precum connecting her mouth to the tip of his cock. "Is something wrong, baby?" she asked, her voice filled with real concern.

"Get on the bed," he ordered, his voice rough and demanding. "On your back."

A look of pure, thrilled submission crossed her face. "Yes, Trey," she whispered. She got onto the bed, lying back and pulling her shorts and panties down to her ankles. She spread her legs wide for him, her pussy already glistening wet, ready and waiting.

Trey didn't hesitate. He climbed between her legs, positioned himself, and pushed inside her. She was wet and tight, and she cried out, a real, genuine moan of pleasure as he filled her completely. He started to fuck her, a hard, pounding rhythm that slammed her body into the mattress. This wasn't gentle. This was raw. It was as raw as a guy who is getting his first fuck gets.

"Oh god, Trey, yes! Fuck me, son!" she cried out, her nails digging into his back.

He kept fucking her hard, while his hand reached up to her top, pulling it up to reveal her huge soft tits, which he started to squeeze and play with, burying his face in it and just doing whatever he wanted.

"Tell me you love it," he grunted, slamming into her again and again.

"I love it! I love it so much!" she gasped.

That was all he needed to hear. With a final, deep thrust, he exploded inside of her, a guttural roar ripping from his throat as he emptied himself deep inside Keisha. He collapsed on top of her, panting, his mind a complete blank. It was real. The power was fucking real. He could do anything.

He lay there on top of her for a moment, his breath coming in ragged gasps, the smell of cum filling the air. The reality of what he'd just done was crashing down on him, not with guilt, but with a rush of pure, absolute power. The kind of power a nobody like him couldn’t even dream of having.

Keisha ran her hand through his hair, a soft, affectionate gesture. "That was wonderful, sweetie," she whispered as she panted, her voice full of genuine post-coital bliss. She sounded just like his mom, but a version of his mom who had just been thoroughly fucked by her own son and loved every second of it.

Trey pushed himself up, moving away from Keisha and getting up out of the bed. He looked down at her, at the mess they'd made on her stomach and on the bedsheets. A strange sense of calm washed over him. He was in charge now.

"Okay, that's enough," he said, his voice flat and casual, with his newfound confidence. "Get dressed and go back to the kitchen. I want to be alone. And take these sheets as well, clean it for me."

Keisha didn't look hurt or confused. She simply smiled up at him, a warm, satisfied look in her eyes. "Of course, honey," she said. She got up and gave him a quick, wet kiss on the lips. "Don't wait so long next time."

She then pulled her shorts back up, and straightened her top, and quickly smoothed her hair in the reflection of the mirror in his room. With one last loving glance back at him, she said, "And don't forget to do your laundry" as she walked out of the room, closing the door softly behind her. Just like that, it was over.

Trey sat on the edge of his bed, utterly alone. He looked down at his cock, still sticky and half-hard. He just had his first fuck. He had fucked his mom. And he had made her love it. The necklace was real. The power was real. But as the high started to fade, he started to think more logically. He had been lucky.

He lay back, staring at the ceiling. He thought about the events so far:

Okay, so he had to say the wish out loud. That was the first rule he'd figured out. But the wording was a problem. A huge problem. He'd wished for "someone" to give him a blowjob, and the necklace had defaulted to the easiest, closest option: his mom. What if he wished for a million dollars and the easiest way for that to happen was for him to get caught robbing a bank, or for his parents to die in an accident and leave him the insurance money? The thought sent a chill down his spine. He had seen enough YouTube Shorts and Instagram reel skits where a man makes a wish to a genie and it backfires because of vague wording.

Then there was the issue of saying the wishes out loud. It was fine when he was alone in his room, but it was useless out in the world. He couldn't just walk up to some hot chick at the mall and say out loud, "I wish you would come home with me." He'd get arrested or beat up. He needed to have the ability to use his power silently.

And then the most important, most terrifying thought of all hit him. He reached up and touched the cool metal chain around his neck. The power wasn't in him. It was in the necklace. If he lost it, if it broke, if some mugger snatched it off his neck, it would all be gone. Or worse, someone else would get the power. He would go back to being a nobody, but with the memory of what he once had. He couldn't let that happen. He had to make the power his, and his alone.

He sat up, his mind clear. He knew what he had to do. He had to use the power to upgrade itself. He took a deep breath, carefully forming the words in his head before he spoke. This had to be perfect.

He made his first wish:

"I wish that from now on, every wish I make comes true exactly how I intended it in my head, regardless of what words I use," he said clearly and slowly into the quiet room.

He waited a second, then he made his second wish:

"I wish that I don't have to say my wishes out loud anymore. Just thinking about them is enough to make them come true."

He took another deep breath for the final, most important wish. "And... I wish that all the magical power of this necklace is transferred from the necklace directly into me, into my body and my soul. I want the power to become a part of me, forever, leaving the necklace itself as a powerless, normal ornament."

He finished speaking and waited. He didn't feel a jolt of energy or see a flash of light. Nothing felt different. It wasn’t like any of those movies where there was a huge lightning or a flash or sound to make the changes known. For a second, he thought it hadn't worked. He looked down at the necklace. He squinted. Was it his imagination, or did the gold look... duller? The bright, shiny gleam it had before seemed to be gone, replaced with the cheap-looking finish of fake jewelry.

He had to test it.

He reached behind his neck and undid the clasp, pulled the chain off and held it in his palm. It felt lighter now, insignificant. He placed it onto his nightstand. Either the wishes worked and he no longer needs the chain for his powers, or it didn’t work and he still needs the chain for the powers to work. Either way he had nothing to lose.

He held his empty right hand out in front of him, palm up. He closed his eyes, focusing. He pictured it perfectly in his mind: a thick stack of fifty-dollar bills materializing out of thin air onto his hand, crisp and new.

"I wish I had one thousand dollars," he thought, focusing fully on the mental command.

A faint, cool sensation prickled his palm. He opened his eyes.

Lying in his hand was a perfect stack of fifty-dollar bills. It hadn't appeared in a puff of smoke. It had simply gone from not being there to being there. He picked one off the top. It was real. The smell, the texture, everything.

It worked. All of it. The power wasn't in the chain anymore. It was in him.

He could do anything he wanted. Anything he could imagine. No more rules, no more restrictions. He looked from the money in his hand to his bedroom door. The world was his personal playground now, and he was just getting started.