"Jon, honey! Dinner's ready!" he heard his mom yell upstairs.
He felt incredibly awkward about going down there again. If it were a girl from school down there dressed like that, he'd be there in a heartbeat. But that was his mom down there. She wasn't ugly, of course. If she were 20 years younger, she'd rival most of the cheerleader girls from his school. But she wasn't 20 years younger. She was nearly 40. And, again, she was his mom.
"Jon! Are you coming?" That's what she said, but what Jon heard was "Jon! Are you cumming?" Ever since he saw her naked in the tub, he couldn't think of her as anything else but a ... no, she wasn't that now, was she? A slut?
Pulling the stone out, he decided to try and fix this. He knew that he couldn't reverse wishes, but if he could figure out a way to get around that ...
