Jon spoke more clearly and directly into the stone with it clasped tightly in his bosom.
"I wish Mom liked my pornography. I wish she didn't mind body piercings, either," he quickly added. "There, that should make things right again."
Jon stayed in his room for the next couple of hours, watching TV and pondering how to fix Karyn's boob situation.
She already seemed to have an idea of how to go about it, so he decided to wait until he saw Karyn the next day and just ask her what to do. He still hadn't decided whether or not to take the rock with him to school tomorrow, but there seemed precious few hiding places around the house where his mother wouldn't find it - and he didn't want to chance her getting her hands on it again.
Just then, someone knocked at his door.
"Jon honey, can I come in?"
"One minute, Mom!" Jon called out as he scurried to hide his porno box again, but it was too late. His mother had opened the door and saw his collection as he tried to stuff it under the bed.
"Oh Jon, your pornography again? I'm sorry, did I disturb you-"
"Eww! Moooom!!!"
"Calm down honey," Joan replied as she entered and closed the door behind her, "it's not like you're looking at anything indecent. I've had a look through your magazines, you know you've got great taste in-"
"Mom, please," Jon begged, "I don't wanna know!"
"Tsk, no need to get embarrassed," Joan replied.
Joan had to admit, she found the incredibly busty women Jon seemed to be attracted to a big turn-on herself. When Joan had found his collection earlier, she was taken aback to find how much she shared the same taste in porno as her son. Of course, in Joan's fantasy she was the slut with the massive mammaries, while she reasoned Jon must just like the idea of fucking one. Then she'd made that stupid remark about how Jon might change his tune if he had to carry around tits like those! I wish Jon could see what it was like to carry around a pair like that, then he might find out what a pain in the back they are! Somehow, it was like her wish had been granted. Except of course, that Jon still loved big-breasted women.
"Mom, it is embarrassing, talking about it with you!"
"Why? Because I'm your mother? I like looking at busty girls too, you know."
"Mooom!"
"What? There's nothing wrong with that." Joan picked some of the clutter off the floor as she said, "You should find yourself a girlfriend, then you wouldn't need your porno anymore. Why don't you ask Karyn out? She's a nice girl and I know she's pretty fond of you."
"We've been over this before Mom," Jon sighed. "Karyn's a friend, and that's all. I'm just not attracted to her in that way."
"Because of her boobs? Not everyone can have tits like those... yours, honey," Joan replied.
"I know Mom," Jon replied, "but you know I can't help what appeals to me and what doesn't."
"Yes, I know that. Honestly, I wish Karyn had the kind of breasts you find attractive, I do," his mother said. "That isn't going to happen though, is it? So could you try and look past her shortcomings in that department and concentrate on her other qualities? She's such a nice girl."
As soon as he heard the W-word, Jon's eyes instinctively darted around the room for the wishing rock. Then he saw it, in among the junk his mother had picked up off of the floor! Oh no!
