Ben smirked to his sister. "Come on, Jennifer, let's go to the livingroom to watch some TV." Jane always watched TV before dinner: because she wouldn't be doing anything special to avoid him and Jennifer, Ben knew that she would be joining them soon.
Ben gently took Jennifer's hand away from stroking his cock, and led her away from the entranceway. Jane looked to Ben and Jennifer with a dumbfounded look as they moved in the direction of the living room, then stormed upstairs to her bedroom to doff her backpack.
As Ben led an amused Jennifer through the kitchen, he once again spied his mother. She put a little damper on Ben's mood: she really was pretty fat and ugly, but even before her newly accomodating behaviour she had been a good mother. Without thinking, he wished that she was more attractive to look at.
As soon as he wished this, Ben's mom immediately slimmed down to a healthy average. Her breasts, which were saggy looking a moment ago, firmed up a bit, and her scraggly hair became a little fuller and lustrous. As she turned to Ben, he saw that the disappointments of life and genetics had been lifted from her face: she was no super-model, but now she wasn't a sight that made sore eyes anymore. She even looked a little pretty.
Ben was taken a bit by surprise, and then realised what he had done. He decided that couldn't complain about it. Jennifer noticed the change, and started slightly: so he wished for no-oneto notice the changes to his mom.
"Hey, you two. Dinner's going to be a bit later than I thought. Just relax in the livingroom for a bit."
Having seen the effects of his accidental wish, Ben decided to go whole-hog, and wish for his mom to be beautiful. (He stopped short of wishing for her to look like a swimsuit model -- that felt like it would be a bit weird.) "Okay mom," he said, as he made his wish.
Ben's mom's face brightened and her skin became smoother. Her breasts firmed up slightly more, and even turned up a little at the tips. Her hips flared slightly more. Now, she was genuinley beautiful -- like a different person altoghether, although her facial expressions were still just like they used to be. Ben couldn't help but be a little turned on by his mom looking so different and attractive.
"Jennifer," his mom continued, "I'm sorry you had to see me yelling at Ben like that in the entranceway. I know you two are young and full of lust, but I can't have Ben masturbating in the hallway. It's just not done."
"That's okay, Mrs. Dennings," Jennifer replied meekly. But as Jennifer said this, Ben came up with an idea that gave him a rush of arousal and power, and almost made him laugh for the effect it would have on Jane. He wished for his mom to not be offended by anything sexual anyone did in the house, and to get slowly turned on whenever anyone did. He reflected that he wouldn't make such a wish if his mom looked the way she used to, and this worried him a bit, but he put it in the back of his mind.
Ben put on a petulant face. "But it's okay for Jennifer to masturbate in the hall?" he said, remembering that she had actually done this in his room when his mom intruded.
"Well, yes," said Ben's mom matter-of-factly. "It's perfectly normal for a healthy girl to masturbate when she's horny, especially when she's sucking a boy's cock."
Ben pressed on, testing the waters a bit. "Well then, is it okay for me to finger-fuck Jennifer?" he said, snaking his hand down Jennifer's torso to her still moist pussy.
Jennifer gave a slight gasp, and Ben's mom blushed slightly as Ben proceeded to finger Jennifer right in front of her. She looked conflicted, as though she though he might be tricking her, but couldn't figure out how. "W-well," she stammered, "it's really not common behaviour," she said weakly.
"What if I want to paw up her tits in front of everyone?" Ben said, reaching up from Jennifer's cunt to grasp her right breast. Ben's mom looked at him curiously before he cuaght himself. "Oh, sorry. Bad example. Well," he said reaching for his erection, "if Jennifer can frig herself, and she can masturbate me, and you don't have such problems with me fingering her, why can't I masturbate in front of you?" He stroked his hard rod a few times.
Ben's newly gorgeous mom stared wide-eyed at her son's manhood as he masturbated right in front of her. "Um -- well -- it's just not right. Um, please stop," she asked, obviosuly conflicted.
Ben stopped masturbating in mock exasperation. His wish had the intended effect, and he would toy with the effects more later. "Look," he said, "as long as I don't do it in front of you, anything I or Jennifer do with each other shouldn't bother you. Is it okay for me to do things with Jennifer as long as you don't have to see?"
Ben's mom was confused, and just wanted to get this conversation over with. "Fine," she said. "Yes, just make sure I can't see."
Ben grinned. "Thanks, mom! I knew we could come to an agreement." |