You can't believe it, you just can't believe it. In your excitement, you hadn't bothered to think things through properly. You should have picked someone whose vagina you could turn yourself into, instead of leaving it to chance. You theorise that when you made the wish, the magic picked the closest female. That happened to be your mother, and now you're trapped for a whole month as her vagina.
You feel stupid, but it's too late now. The stone is hidden in your bedroom, which you can't wish to be back to normal. You've found that you move your alternate between looking straight down between her legs, to looking from just above her labia, which is what used to be your mouth. In the mirror, you see your mom smile as she looks down at you. Then her giant right hand swings in to view and gives you a gentle pat. You find it a strange thing to do, and wonder whether your mom is somehow aware that you're her pussy? If she is, she doesn't appear to be in any hurry to let you know.
Your mom turns around and heads to the shower. Leaving you feeling somewhat worried. The only Brightside to your current situation is that, even at the age of 39, she's still pretty hot. She actually looks about ten years younger. It would have been a million times more unpleasant to spend a month between her thighs if she'd been fat and ugly.
By now, your mom has stepped into the water, and a cascade of water is running down your mom's body and over you. For a while, you're unaware of what's going on, but then see an enormous hand coming toward you with some shower gel in it. Despite the hot water running over you, the gel feels quite cold. It soon warms up though once it lathers up. After washing you, your mom moves onto her legs, then she turns off the shower and steps out. After putting on her bathrobe, your mom walks out of the bathroom.
Looking down between her legs, you can see that your mom walks out of her bedroom and into the hallway. She walks down the hallway, and you're surprised to see your bedroom carpet come into view. Even more worrying, your mom walks to your closet and opens it up. You can't see what's going on, but you're desperately hoping that your mom isn't looking for the stone. After a couple of minutes, the closet is door is closed, and your mom walks back into her bedroom. Your mom sits down and then opens her bathrobe, revealing that she's sat in front of her full length mirror with legs spread.
She looks directly at you grins, something that makes you intensely nervous. Justifiably as it turns out.
"Well", your mom says with a mischievous grin. "Haven't we been a naughty boy?" She chuckles. "Although, you're not a boy right now. Are you? You're not even male. I should be very angry with you, but I'm not. To be honest, I quite like having you down there. It kinda turns me on".
To your horror, your mom takes her left hand out of the pocket of her bathrobe and holds up the stone.
"I can't hear your thoughts, I can only sense your presence. But I'm guessing this is the reason you're currently that part of my body. Oh yes, I know about it. Dad showed it to me before he died. I imagine you're pretty...panicky...right now. I could wish for you stay like that forever. As a punishment for invading my privacy. I won't do that though. Here's what's gonna happen. I'm going to turn you back to normal tomorrow, and you will be my slave until I decide otherwise. And I have some weird fantasies of my own that are gonna come true. Tonite though, you're going to find out what it's like to be a pussy during sex. Have fun with that". Your mom then pats you again, just like before, then she stands up and starts to get dressed.
