"What do you mean, you can't?!" demanded Jane.
"That's the way the rock works," explained Jen. "You can't reverse a wish."
"What?!" screamed Jane. "You mean we'll be like this forever?" Noticing Zoe's quivering lip and the strange expression on her face, she pointed out to Jen, "Look, you've made your sister cry."
"Who's crying?" asked Zoe as she plopped down on Jen's bed, lifted up her ruffled skirt, moved her black thong aside, and started working with a black-tipped fingernail.
"What are you doing?!" Jane wailed.
"Oh, my God, it's never felt this good," said Zoe. "Mom, come on."
But instead, Jane grabbed Zoe's arm and tried to pull it up in order to remove Zoe's hand from her vagina. "I don't care what your sister has done to you, this is not appropriate!"
Then she blinked twice, and her hold on Zoe relaxed. "Whoa," said Jane. "What -- what's going on?"
"I wished for you to be like me," said Jen. "And it's working. You're turning into a nymphomaniac. You need it. Since there aren't any cocks around, you've got to take matters into your own hands."
"But this is -- I mean, I'm your mother, and --" She was now sitting on the bed next to Zoe, one hand idly toying with the zipper on her leather shorts.
"Of course," said Jen. "I'm so happy I could give you this gift -- the gift of pure pleasure."
She wasn't sure if her mother heard her last statement; Jane had pulled her shorts down and was now masturbating furiously, as if she wanted to beat Zoe to an orgasm. The sight of her transformed family members taking part in this race made Jen horny again. She leaned back in her desk chair and joined in.
The three came almost simultaneously. As they sat taking deep breaths, basking in the afterglow, Zoe licking her arm where some of her mother's sweet-tasting come had landed, Jane asked, "So what else can we do with that wishing rock?"
