Across town, Linda was looking at some old family albums. She could see the changes - not just to Jon but to her as well.
With a magic stone that could grant wishes, she made a few small adjustments to herself. She looked closer to her twenties than she had, as thin as she was back than too. Her hair was slightly longer, but she could easily style it. Her body was tone, fit, and damn near perfect after she made her butt a little bit bigger -toned but definitely bigger. She wore slightly trendier clothing, but definitely tighter and sexier to show off her body and ass in particular. This meant short shorts, tight skirts, and heels to go with her low cut tops and skin tight shirts. She was the MILF of the neighborhood now, and she owned it. The family photos bore out these changes to her.
She was currently staring at one from when they took a vacation to a beach house for a week the previous year. Before she made her wishes, the photo had been of Jon and Zoey and her. Mikey was off with her parents on something so it was just the three of them. Jon had been wearing pair of swim trunk and she was wearing a one piece, modest suit. Jon stood taller than both her and Zoey, and looked slightly petulant to be there with them.
Now, after her wishes and the ones Jon inadvertently asked for, the photo had completely changed.
Jon was shorter than she was and Zoey for that matter. Her children stood on either side of her and all three were wearing matching multi-colored bikinis. It looked like a family of young girls rather than an aging mother and her son and daughter. They all wore bright genuine smiles, hair pulled back in pony tails and a dark tan on their skin. They looked some much happier in the photo than they did in the one before. The only thing that stood out was Jon's blonde hair.
She reached over to the stone she had been keeping with her and said, "I wish Jon's hair was blonde because he dyed it that color this year." The photo shifted from his blonde to brown hair and now it was perfect. A young mom with her cousins or sisters, not her kids. She looked young and happy, and her daughters did too.
It felt strange to think Jon as a preteen girl made for a perfect photo but he did. And he was even going out more. He went on his first date last night, and yes, it was with a boy, but if Jon wanted to dress like a girl, then what would he expect? He did seem to have enjoyed himself with the boy last night - Kevin, she finally remembered his name.
As she flipped to another page, she felt Jon make a wish. She wasn't quite sure about why he was wishing that Kevin wouldn't care about his penis for all his attachment to his own. It would be easier to just wish it away and go girl completely. Except Jon didn't want to, and she wasn't about to force him .But it was like Jon couldn't decide whether he wanted to be a boy or a girl. Maybe he didn't want to decide. It was something to maybe discuss with him later. "Grant Jon's wish by having Kevin enjoy his penis and Jon enjoy Kevin's - oh and Kevin's was at least ten inches"
That would make the relationship easier for the two boys to have fun.
The one inadvertent side effect to all her wishing was how sexual her own thoughts tended to be when she didn't concentrate. It wasn't one particular wish that did her in, but the culmination of them. She never would have thought of a teenager's penis before, let alone her son enjoying them, but the thought was there now. As where a dozen other sexual ones. It wasn't an attraction to young boys or her son, that much she was sure and aware of, but her thoughts were lewd now even when she was focusing on other things. She wanted her son to be happy and the first thought that would make him happy with a large dick to enjoy. She'd enjoy that. And Zoey would too (a new dildo and a few other toys in Zoey's room were the result of another wish).
"I wish Jon had a large, ten inch dildo in his room he would try to enjoy as well." There, something else for the boy to have fun with on his own.
As she granted Jon his wish with a few additions, she went upstairs to her room, shut the door and opened her new special drawer with all her toys. Her children wouldn't be home for a few hours and now was the perfect time to scratch one particular itch
