"Wait. Stop. Get off me!" Jon yelled, pushing his mother off of him.
"What?" she asked, both angry and confused. "Don't you like me?"
"No. I mean, yeah. You're my mom. But I don't like you like ..." He trailed off. "Why didn't my wish work right?" he muttered to himself. Jon looked down at the stone in his hand. It looked the same as it did when he got it in the mail ... at least he thought it looked the same.
"Put that stupid rock down and just let me fuck you," his mother said, breaking Jon out of his thoughts.
"No," Jon said, forcefully. "You're my mom."
"So?" she asked. Then she smiled and approached him. "Maybe I've been too aggressive. Maybe if we take it slow ..."
"No! I wish ..."
