'I wish that when I wake up tomorrow". Jon said nervously. "I will have turned into the dildo of a hot woman. She can either be aware or unaware that I'm her dildo. If she's aware, she'll be ok with it. I also wish that I cannot be harmed or feel pain. I will be fully aware and retain my sense of touch. And after four days, I will return to normal, and the woman will forget what happened'.
I feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness as I change into a pair of jogging pants and lie down on my bed. I have difficulty getting off to sleep, so much so that I eventually pick up the stone and wish that I could sleep. When I wake up, I find that I'm in complete darkness, and can feel a gentle weight on my body, like I'm under my bedsheet, though my head seems to be free of it. It feels as though my head is bent back, so that if I were standing, I'd be looking straight up. That was odd, because I usually sleep on top of the sheets. I try to get up, but find that he can't move, I'm completely paralysed. After a brief moment of concern, I remember the wish Id made the previous night and realise that it's worked. Sometime in the night, I've turned into a dildo. I suddenly feel pretty excited, both at the thought of having a stone that can grant any wish I can think of, and that I'll be spending the next four days as a hot woman's sex toy. I begin to wonder who she is, and whether she'll know that her toy used to be another person. Then I wonder whether I should have actually named someone, and make a mental note to possibly do that in the future. Although, not knowing who she is yet seems to make it all the more exciting. Suddenly, I feel movement, and light floods in. My excitement grows as the soft weight is lifted off me, and I feel fingers and a thumb gently grip my sides and lift me out of what turns out to be an underwear drawer. I realise then that the soft weight I'd felt was, in fact, a couple of pairs of panties. I can't see who's holding me yet, because I'm being carried over to a bed at waist height. Whoever she is, she turns around when she reaches the bed and slowly sits down. She turns me until I'm upright, and then my excitement turns to horror as I find myself staring into the giant face of my mother. I can't believe it, I've turned into my own mother's dildo. I'm not entirely sure how big I am, I estimate about nine or ten inches. My mom, though, is gigantic. From my current perspective, she seems to be at least as tall as a four storey apartment block I feel somewhat sick at the thought of being used by her, and cursed myself for not thinking of naming someone before I made the wish, because I hadn't taken into account the fact that even though she's forty three, my mom IS pretty hot. I won't make this mistake again. Then I remember that I'm stuck like this for the next four days, and I feel even worse. Mom gives me a slight smile as she looks down at me, then she says;
'So, despite me telling you to be very careful with that stone, you decided it would be fun to wish to be turned into a sex toy. I bet it isn't quite so much fun now that you know who you belong to, is it? You're a pervert, and an idiot. I should be very angry with you, but I'm guessing that part of your wish involved the woman who got you not only being aware of you, but being happy to use you. Which makes you even more of a pervert and an idiot. I assume you put an end date on your little adventure? Oh yes, you can't speak. You don't have a mouth anymore, because you're a dildo'.
Her slight smile turns into a mischievous grin as she slowly licks her lips. Then she says;
'I could you put you back in the drawer and leave you there until you turn back into my son, but I'm sure you wished for this to last a couple of days, if not longer. That'll make it seem like forever. Though at least it would give you time to think about your stupidity. Then again, you did wish for this, presumably with intention of being used, so I'm going to be naughty, and show you exactly what it's like to be a sex toy. And thanks to you, it'll be guilt free, and very enjoyable for me. Not so much for you. And don't think this will be without punishment, although having your own mother use you for her pleasure will be punishment enough. You need to learn what happens when you don't think about the consequences of using a wish granting stone'.
She leans over to her night stand, opens the small drawer, and takes something out. She then leans upright and holds up my stone in her other hand. I feel a deep sense of dread as I stare up at the stone. Then I realise, it's not my stone. The one I realise, it's not my stone. The one my mom is holding is slightly different. It's bigger, almost twice the size of mine, and more oval in shape.
'You weren't the only to get a wish stone'. She says softly. 'Your grandfather had two of them, and this one is mine. This one is more powerful, and can override your stone. Now, let's see. I wish that I knew exactly what Jon had wished for'.
Mom closes her eyes for a few seconds. When she eventually opens her eyes, she says;
'FOUR days? Wow, you're a bigger pervert than I thought. Well, two can play at that game. I wish...that Jon will stay as my dildo until I say the word..."transform". He will return to normal, but he will NOT be my son, he will by slave. He will obey my every command, and he will move and speak, only when I want him to. I also wish that once he becomes my slave, I will have the power to do whatever I want with him. This will only end when I say the word, "over", three times. I will feel no guilt over what I do with him, because he is not my son anymore, he is my slave. And I...am his mistress. Finally, I wish that until I release Jon as my slave, there will be an exact duplicate of him'.
She looks down at me and giggles as she says.
'Can't have anyone wondering where you've gone. So, you wanted to be a dildo. Well, now you're going to be one until I decide otherwise. And trust me, it'll be longer than four days. Then you get to be my slave. And I'm going to do some very naughty things with you. Now, get comfortable. Because until I decide otherwise, you're mine. I own you. And you'd better hope I don't enjoy this too much, otherwise, I might to keep you forever. Either as my slave, or my dildo. There's something for you to think about'.
Mom puts me down on the night stand as she stands up. She leans down to put the stone down next to me, but then stops and smiles at me.
'One more thing'. She says. 'I wish that whenever my new toy is inside me, he can see clearly. And I wish I could feel what he's feeling'. She then puts the stone in the drawer and closes it. 'You may as well enjoy the view. While I'm enjoying you. And since you can't be hurt or feel pain, I think I'll use you hard'.
She takes a few steps back, so that I can see her whole body. I can only watch, with a growing sense of fear and dread, as she slowly strips off. Once she's naked, she stands there, with her legs slightly more than shoulder width apart, and her hands on her hips. Despite being terrified, and sick at the thought of what she's about to do with me, I find myself agreeing with my friends. My mom is hot. Not that it makes me feel any better, but she has an awesome body for a woman of her age. Possibly with the help of her stone, she has a perfect hour glass figure. Her long, brown hair is tied back in a pony tail. Her breasts are quite large, but what surprises me the most, is that she's completely shaved her pubic hair. She closes her eyes and then giggles loudly.
'You're scared, aren't you?' She asks. 'Why? This is what you wanted, to be a hot woman's dildo. To be used, and enjoyed by her. Well, your wish has come true'. She walks toward me and leans down until her face is just inches away from me. 'Is it because you think I'm your mother? Well I'm not. My son is at school, where he should be. YOU are my dildo, and you are going to do you one, and only, job, which is to give me pleasure. Don't forget, you wished that you couldn't be harmed or feel pain. And since you don't have lungs anymore, you don't need to breath. You'll be perfectly fine. Keep feeling afraid though, I like it. It turns me on. Now, let's get started'.
She opens the drawer of her night stand and takes out a bottle of lubricant, which she puts on the bed. She then picks me as she gets on the bed and lies down on her front. She holds me below her head so that I'm standing up. She then slowly lowers her head and I feel the tip of her tongue just above where my ankles used to be. She slowly draws her tongue up the front of my new body, until I feel on the underside of what was my chin. She giggles again, which this close sounds louder than thunder, as her tongue comes into view, and I get a terrifying look inside her cavernous mouth. The view is obscured when her tongue is drawn over my face and head. The next thing I know, she takes my head into her mouth and gently sucks it, and I hear a deafeningly loud, 'mmm'. After a few seconds, and to both my amazement and terror, she starts to lower head, slowly taking more of me into her mouth until only my feet and ankles are left outside. At least, what used to be my feet and ankles, and that's only because she's holding them in her right hand. She sucks on me hard for a few seconds, and then moves her head back up. She then lowers her head again, taking me back inside her mouth and then proceeds to move her head up and down, as though I were a real dick, and she was giving someone a blowjob. She starts slow, but gradually gets faster and faster, until she's moving her head up and down apparently as fast as she can, whilst sucking as hard as she can. I can't describe how horrible it is, because not only do I have to endure having my whole body sucked, I can actually see inside her mouth, as though there's a light in it, just like she wished for. Worse still, I can feel her teeth on my front and back. Thankfully tough, I can't feel any pain. The worst thing though, is that, when I'm all the way in, I can see down the entire length of throat, which only serves to deepen my terror. After what seems like an eternity, she suddenly raises her head and lets me out of her mouth. I can feel myself covered in a thick layer of her saliva, which makes me feel sick. She licks her lips once more and then laughs as she looks down at me.
'You hated every second of that, didn't you'? She asks. 'I could feel your terror. Especially when you got to look down my throat. I enjoyed it. The only thing I miss about your dad, is the sex. He had such a beautiful cock. I loved sucking it. And it felt so good in my pussy. You should be grateful he doesn't live here anymore. Otherwise, I'd be sharing you with him'.
With that unpleasant thought in my head, she then rolls over, taking me with her. She takes hold of my mid section with her left hand and quickly lowers me between her gigantic thighs as she props herself up on her right elbow, and I find myself staring at her pussy. It's enormous. Easily big enough to swallow me whole at my current, which is exactly what's going to happen. It's wet with her juices, and her inner labia are slightly parted, I can't see inside it yet though, it's just a terrifyingly dark cave at the moment. Then she taunts me by saying;
'Have a good look at my pussy. She must look SO big to you. And I know exactly how scared you are. This isn't how thought your wish would play out, is it? Well, it's what you've got, and it's your own fault.You're going inside her, all the way. She's hungry. You made her hungry. So it's only fair that you feed her'.
She moves me forward and gently rubs my face up and down her soft, warm, wet inner lips. I feel her juices covering my face and I want to let out a scream of pure terror. I can't though, because I don't have a mouth anymore. She let's out a soft, 'mmm', then giggles once more, before pushing me forward. I feel her lips parting as face, and then the rest of my head slide between them as it slowly slides inside her. She holds me like that for a few seconds. All I can I see, is a pink wall of the inside of her vagina as it presses against my face. I can the velvety walls gently but firmly holding my head. Then she slowly starts to slide the rest of my ten inch long dildo body. I'm not sure how wide I am now, several inches I guess, but I can feel her vagina stretching to accommodate as it swallows more of me. It's tight, but not uncomfortably so. The walls are slick with her lubricating fluids, and they feel warm and soft. I'm so scared that if I were able to breath, I'm pretty sure I'd be hyperventilating. I can feel mom's hand gripping what were my feet, and eventually, they're the only part of me that left outside of her immense vagina. She starts to gently twist me, whilst simultaneously moving me around in a circle. She does this for a good couple of minutes, then she slowly pulls me out until only my head and shoulders are left inside her, then she slowly slides me back in. In my mind, I get an unwanted vision of her, lying on her back, eyes closed and groaning softly as she enjoys pushing me inside her. She spends a couple of minutes slowly sliding me in and out of her pussy, and then she starts to get faster. Over the next couple of minutes, mom thrusts me in and out of her increasingly hot pussy with increasing speed and force, until she's apparently doing it as hard and as fast as she can. The image in my mind changes accordingly, and I start to wonder if she's doing it deliberately, as a way of taunting me. In the image, she's rubbing her clit furiously, while bucking her hips and groaning loud and fast with pleasure, and a film of sweat forms on her body. After what feels like hours, mom suddenly slows right down. At first, I think she's it's coming to an end. Then I realise that she's slowing down simply because she's not ready, and wants it to last longer. After a few minutes, she speeds up again and my hell as my own mom's dildo continues. A while later, she slows down again, before eventually speeding up once more. She slows down one more time, before going back to using me as hard as she can. I can feel her pussy getting increasingly hotter and wetter until, finally, she slams me inside her and holds me there as her vaginal muscles contract around me. My mind starts spinning as I get caught up in the middle of my mom's intense orgasm. I get an image of her arching her back, holding me inside her vagina and screaming in ecstasy as she cums all over me. I curse myself for not thinking things through properly before making wish. Eventually, my mom's orgasm subsides. Her muscles gradually release their vice like grip on me, and I feel relieved that it's all over. I wait for her to pull me out, but she doesn't. She leaves me inside her until she's ready, and then my nightmare starts all over again. She uses me three times in all, and I must be inside her for well over an hour. When she finishes the third time, she very slowly, reluctantly, pulls me out and drops me on the bed, next to her right leg. I'm facing down her body, toward her feet. I can hear her panting heavily, and her body is drenched in sweat. After a couple of minutes, her breathing returns to normal. She suddenly laughs loudly and then lets an exhilarated whoop. I feel her pat me on the back twice and she says;
'That was the best sex I've had since your dad left. You're a fantastic dildo, very satisfying. And just think, I would never have had this pleasure if it hadn't been for you. So, thank you. I really enjoyed that'.
A while later, she grabs and sits up as she swings her legs over the bed. She then stands up and walks to the bathroom. She drops me in the sink and get a massive shock as a heavy torrent of cold water hits me. She picks me up and washes me, and when she's done, she takes me back into the bedroom and stands me up on the night stand. She looks down at me with a satisfied smile on her face and says;
'I've been giving this some thought, and I've decided that you can stay like that for a whole week. After that, you become my slave. I considered leaving you as you are for longer, but there so many ways I can have fun with you as a slave. I've even thought if a couple of things I can do that you'll really hate. I don't know how long I'm going to let you serve me. To be honest, I'm giving serious thought to making it permanent, after I've made us both immortal. Don't worry though, if that happens, you'll get used to it eventually. In fact, in time, you'll become a happy, obedient slave. I'm going to take a shower now. I'm having lunch with some friends in an hour, so you've got a few hours to get used to the thought of me being your mistress for the foreseeable future. I bet you wish you'd never seen that stone, aren't you? If nothing else, this is a great lesson in being careful what you wish for'.
She leans down and gently kisses my face. Then she turns and heads back into the bathroom. She's right, I do wish I'd never seen that I'd never the stone before. And I'm angry with myself for not controlling myself. I gave in to temptation and now I'm paying the price. I can't really blame my mom, she's basically acting according to the wish that I made. This is my own fault. I'm trapped now, and there's nothing I can do, except hope that my mom eventually sets me free.
