An idea goes off and you eagerly activate the stone. A few minutes later, you are getting an incredible and unusual blow-job from a disembodied mouth you conjured up from one of your playboy magazines. The luscious ruby red lips slide up and down your shaft and moments before you cum, you pull them off and insert your ball sack into the delightful orifice. You eventually gasp in relief as you release your load. After you use the stone again to clean up the mess, you lean back on your bed with a ridiculous grin on your face and think about all things you have ever wanted to do but couldn't before.
A series of soft thumps alerts you that your mom is climbing up the stairs to bed, and you quickly turn off your lights. You watch her shadow cross in front of your door and the hallway light turn off at the same time she shuts her door. Your heart resumes its normal beat and you lay back down. You fall in to your usual routine before you fall asleep, but an image of your mom undressing keeps you awake until you realize you are still clutching the stone. With some guilt you roll over to put it on your nightstand, but jerk to a stop when you see your mother stripping off her clothes right in front of you!
Sudden shock strangles the yelp in your throat, until you realize that the image in front of you is inside your full length mirror. You scramble out of bed, and stare at the life size reflection of your mom in her surprisingly small underwear; just as she hooks her fingers back, you avert your eyes. This is your mom you're staring at! Although, you always did want to know what men did see in her. You slowly look back up and watch with anticipation as your mom's generous breasts fall out and sway with her movements. Her nipples are a little larger than most of your magazine ladies, and since you actually see live action movement, her entire upper body looks even more inviting than those model poses. She bends over to remove her panties, but keeps her back to you so you can only see wonderful ass. She steps over to her dresser and shifts her hips out in a kinky manner as she rummages through her drawer. You feel a tight bulge in your pants and even though you know this wrong on a moral level, you can't stop watching the unintentional show mom is putting on. She whips something out, but she flicks off the light just as she turns around, returning the mirror back to its normal reflecting capabilities.
Disappointed, you feel little sexual frustration as you plump back down on your bed to wait for your erection to calm down. You pick up the stone and stare at it with frown on your face; the frown eases back into a smile as inevitable erotic idea occurs to you...
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