"You see, Jon, I don't think you realize yet how powerful that stone really is. Over and above everything else, it grants immortality. Every time you start feeling old, or get sick, or get injured, you can just wish to be young and healthy again. Even if you die, your spirit or someone else who gets the stone and knows about it can bring you back, provided not too much time has passed."
"Why wouldn't you just wish to be young , healthy, and invulnerable forever?" Jon asked.
"Jon, I've seen people try that. First they get bored, then after a few hundred years they go crazy, and then they stay that way for eternity. They can't even kill themselves. That's why people like us -- you and I, Jon -- need to change things around from time to time, and why we need to preserve the possibility of harm or death."
Jon wasn't convinced. "Mom, what are you talking about? Even if some people live hundreds of years, how would you know their life history? Unless... Mom, how old are you?"
"Jon, I stopped counting a long time ago. As far as being on this earth, though, I'm sure it's been at least five thousand years. I know that seems impossible but five thousand years from now, you may be telling someone the same thing. Or, we could both let ourselves get old, and sick, or injured, and then we could die sometime in the next fifty or sixty years."
"But even if that's true, what about Dad, and Zoe, and Mikey? What about your original family, and the rest of grandpa's descendents? We wouldn't just let them die, would we? Why should we have all the power and let them grovel?"
"Because if too many people know about the stone, they start fighting over it. They'll do anything, destroy anything, kill anything just to have it. No matter what the cost, it pales against the power and wealth and immortality of the stone. Do you see how having the stone is driving the two of us apart right now? That's why it's best to keep the stone secretly, even though we use it to help those we love."
"What about the household slaves? Were you serious about that?" Jon demanded.
"No, not slaves. We could hire a couple of cooks and maids, or sign up with a service, or make the house stay clean all by itself. Of course, if you'd rather do those chores yourself, by hand..."
"Why did you steal the cock and balls off a random bunch of guys and give them vaginas? Are you that much into cruelty and manipulation?" Jon pressed.
"I thought you might start feeling better about yourself if there were others who shared your form. I've been through quite a few changes myself, you know. Some of them I wanted, some I didn't."
"How did plan to find those guys and see how it affected them?" Jon asked.
"Like this," Jon's mom replied. Then she leaned forward and without removing the stone from Jon's hand, she gently touched it and whispered, "Lassiaha optak fooheiah druhiza prazkyx."
Instantly Jon was watching -- no, more than watching -- another guy who had a pussy where his cock and balls should be. Jon felt like an observer inside the guy's skin. The guy was laying in bed, naked, fingering himself. Then the guy heard a grunt to his left, looked over, and spotted his friend sprawled naked on the other half of the bed. The friend still had his dick and was masturbating furiously. Finally the friend came in long high-pressure spurts, then he rolled on top of his pussy friend's legs and began tonguing his clitty.
"Erasomlyx," said Jon's mother, then the vision ended as quickly as it began.
"What was that?" Jon wanted to know.
"Oh, I'm sorry. That was Ydaqodish. It's a very ancient language but the stone knows it well. It's just easier sometimes. I can teach you or just wish it on you when you're ready."
"Mom, we were peeping on those guys. How can that be OK?"
"Once enough time has passed, our own lives lose interest," she explained. "We spend more time watching the lives of others. They don't know about it and we don't tell them. The arrangement is usually satisfactory. I can see you're frowning, Jon. Look; if you don't like it, don't do it. It's as simple as that.
"I've already explained why I favor keeping the stone secret. I doubt you want to spent the rest of your very long life protecting, losing, and perhaps recovering that little piece of stone. Sure, you can and should make wishes that protect the stone, but people are devious. Give them enough time and they'll circumvent every protection you put in place. That's why it's better if the chase never starts.
"I thought you might want revenge on Karyn but if you don't, that's commendable. Now, can I have the stone back so I can spruce myself up? I'm starting to look like and old woman, you know. I'm fighting gray hairs, sagging tits, cellulite..."
